I know. I know all about it.
I didn’t tell you but I set up a “nanny cam” to keep an eye on the maid service. Things just kept getting out of order in my things – panties out of place, earrings misplaced. I thought we were being ripped off. To say that I was surprised when I reviewed the tape and saw you dressed up in my things, well, that’s a bit of an understatement.
Now hush, darling. It’s okay. I’m not mad. If anything, I’m happy. It’s something that can bring us closer together. If I’m angry about anything it’s only that you never trusted me enough to tell me. I can forgive you.
Yes, honey, I’m happy to have finally found out your “little secret.” But it’s not so little to you, is it? How long have you been sneaking into my underwear drawer? From the day we moved in together? And before that? How long have you been dressing up pretty?
All these years. It makes you feel good, doesn’t it? Yes, guilty, but good. You don’t have to feel that way anymore, baby. You’re safe here with me. And I’m going to help you. I’m going to make you the prettiest girl you can be.
Yes, I’m going to enjoy dressing you up, darling. I’ll help turn you into my sweet sissy.
Oh, too soon? You’re not a sissy? Surely you jest?
I saw you mincing around in my slip, feeling your chest, primping your hair. And I saw just how hot it made you. If you don’t remember I can show you the tape. It’s quite enlightening.