something very Feminizing

What's here is a true story of something very Feminizing that
happened to me when I was married to my 1st wife. Since my marriage
began, she knew I had a strong submissive side, and that my own
permisteral feminization, made me feel better and more like myself, a
less than macho sissy, in service to my Superiors, Women.
Unbeknownst to me, she was planning on getting up that Saturday
morning and taking off, to return sometime Monday evening after work.
Before she showered to run off, she practically dragged me out of
bed. She insisted I take a shower, and lie on the bed and wait for
her after her shower was finished. When I came back into the bedroom,
she had laid out on the foot of the bed, a pair of panties, with a
pretty floral pattern, and a bow on the center on the front. Also
there was, a garter belt, stockings and a lacy and femmy cami top,
all of these items came from my lingerie drawer.
She then dashed past me, and she had told me to keep the water
running, and told me to lie back on the bed, telling me to remain
nude, leave the clothing alone, mentioning something about her being
horny and needing some really great sex. From the shower she yelled
out something about needing me to start warming up for she came out.
Obediently I did. I heard her turn the water off, I could hear that
she took a towel off the towel rack and began to dry herself. She
made a fast dash from the bathroom, jumped onto the bed, on top of
me, mounted me, she was extremely excited. She moved up and down on
me about eight times, spreading her natural Feminine excitement all
over me. And then she just as suddenly, she dismounted, and
proceeded to get dressed while I laid there on the bed with my head
spinning. I asked her whwy she had stopped and what was going on?
She told me she had plans for the weekend that didn't include me, and
would be going away some of her girlfriends. She mentioned something
about having a very compelling sex life, and why should be grateful
to her for just happened. She said that her excitement really had
very little to do with me but rather her weekend plans, rather than
me. She then went on to tell me, or perhaps they should say more
accurately, she ordered me "not to wash off what was all over your
hips and pelvis, as well as your tiny sissy genitals." She then told
me to start getting dressed myself in the clothing she had laid out
for me and not to play with myself until she got back. I was told
very emphatically, I was not to wash anything off myself for that
day, and if I could stand it the following day as well, and "if you
want to clean yourself, you could take a sponge bath some younger
girls do when they have their period." She then went on to
say, "Every time that you go to little girls room, and sit down and
pee the way you're supposed to, you will look down and see your
panties, your stockings and garter belt, and you will smell like a
horny woman, which is really what you should have been rather than
pretending to be a real male. Have a great weekend sissy, I know I
will!" She then laughed, walked briskly down the stairs, went out
the door, started her car and took off.
Like the submissive sissy that I am, I did as ordered. Every trip to
the restroom, I did indeed, in both visual and olfactory sense,
appear much more feminine.
She called via cell phone several times that day to check up on me.
To say that this process was not only fiendishly clever, but
powerfully furthering my presentation and feminization was truly and
understatement.
She mentioned shortly after returning, how cute and funny all of Her
GF's thought my experience was. That during one of the phone calls,
some of the GF's thought they'd bust a gut, holding in Their
laughter, as She had me on speakerphone, while getting me to admit my
sissiness and how much I wished I could be more feminine and lady-
like.
sissycindylynn

(a name She gave me)