The Female Changing Room

The Female Changing Room

“The male one?”, I said, with a question in my voice. “Well, going into a male changing room dressed like that could be asking for trouble. One pull on the string and you’ve lost your knickers and the men in there are all fully qualified studs! We think you had better come into the girls changing room”!

“But my clothes are all in the male changing room” I responded but my wife chipped in. “Don’t worry, I’ve sorted out your clothes”. This was beginning to look like a stitch-up. The girls just giggled. “Come on”. So that’s how we ended up going into the girls changing room.

“There are a few rules“ they said, “We are all modest in here so no staring and you need to change modestly – No flashing your boobs and pubes”

“OK so where are my things?”. “Ah” said my wife (I was beginning to wonder whose side she was on!), “I’ve brought you a few things to change into, given where you are”. And I was given my towel, a bra, knickers, a dress and some high heeled sandals. I gulped “and where am I going in these?”, I asked, “Wait and see” was the response, “you wanted to be a girl….”

Fortunately, it was a large towel, so I wrapped it around me and faced the wall. I struggled to take off the bikini top. The halter top helped so it wasn’t too difficult and the knickers fell down when I pulled on a string. I dried myself off.

Putting the bra on was more difficult, trying to keep the towel on as I cautiously did the clasp up in front of me before turning it round and slipping my arms through the straps. My wife appeared at my side, grinning like a Cheshire cat, before handing me a pair of silicon boobs. They were rather larger that the ones I had had in the bikini. I realised that the bra was one of hers she had C cups. I put them in and was instantly struck by the additional weight now on my chest.

I quickly reached down and pulled on the panties. They offered little support but they did cover me up. Then I reached for the dress. I was relieved to find it was a wraparound style so I could put my arms in and then drop the towel as I did it up. It was a dark blue in colour and it reached down to my knees. At least I was now more or less respectable.

I slipped my feet into the sandals and did up the straps. They had like a wedge heel so I wouldn’t have to worry about walking on points. Mind when I stood up it did definitely alter my balance and it would take me a minute or two to get used to them. Just as well it was a warm evening so I didn’t need tights.

“Hair” said my wife and handed me a hair dryer. “I normally just let it dry”, “Yes but you’re a girl now and must dry and brush your hair. – Come here, I’ll do it. You’ll need lessons and we haven’t time.”

Out came her handbag and she reached in for a lipstick. “Next time, you do it yourself”, she said. A pair of clip-on dangly earrings completed the picture.

“OK everybody, does she pass muster?” There were a number of non-committals looks and mutterings sounded. “Have to because we’ve run out of time”

“Now where are we going” I plaintively asked

Where indeed, home, somebody’s house, or even the pub?