"Excuse me sir! Could you give me a hand please?"

I know, this sounds like a trap, someone who wants to mug me. But it was a beautiful woman, around my age I guess, standing under the overhang of a storefront, ladies underwear is my first guess.

Obviously she could still be a mugger, or having a friend somewhere, but my mom raised me too well to not help a lady. So I step towards her and when I get close enough she points up to something hanging over our heads.

It was a beautiful piece of mistletoe hanging there, and before I could think of the consequences of that, her arms are around me and her lips on mine. I have kissed my share of women, but this woman's kiss left everyone far behind. Her tongue is almost in my throat before I get a grip and push my own in her mouth. Her taste is exquisite, her teeth perfect, and I start wondering how I could get so lucky.

I feel like wax in her arms and I realize I'd do anything for her, as long as I can keep seeing her. Thoughts of my own wife are totally forgotten. When she finally pulls away she says "You liked that?" I could only nod, still searching for my breath.

"I have a gift for you", she says, and she hands me a little box. "Please go into this shop and ask if you can use the bathroom. Then put this on. After that ask the sales woman to help you pick out some clothes."

I can only nod again, take the box from her, and open the door to the shop. They must be selling lingerie, because all I can see is bra's, panties, stockings, garters and a lot of nightwear. I ask the lady who came towards me if I could use the bathroom and she points to the back of the shop. Finally alone, I open the box. It's a metal device, and although I've never had one in my hands, I've seen occasional pictures. It's a cock cage.

I pull my pants and underwear down and I realize my own member will fit right in. I put the little cage around it and it bends my member downward. There's an open ring that's gone behind my scrotum already and when I put some pressure on the ring, it closes and latches onto itself, until I hear a click. I know I'm locked in and feel a tremendous accomplishment, having followed my dream woman's instructions so perfectly.

I pull my underwear back up and I hardly see a bulge. Without pulling my pants back on, I leave the bathroom, looking for the saleswoman. She's right there, waiting for me. "Excuse me ma'am," I ask her, "can you help me find some clothing?"

The lady doesn't look surprised. She just nods and points at her changing room. When I get there, there is already a pile of different garments. But first she makes me strip of everything I'm still wearing. She looks me up and down, checks my cock lock, and seeing how pretty she is, I know I would normally get a boner. But not today, or never, I know, for as long as I'm wearing this device.

She hands me a cream and tells me to spread it all over my body. I do so and it burns my skin a bit and it doesn't smell nice. After a few minutes she hands me a towel and I wipe it off my skin, only to see all my hair disappear. She hands me a lotion now and it feels incredible on my skin, the way it cools down and cleans it.

After a few more minutes we go through the pile and I try on panties. She wants to know what I like and I pick a few I'd love to see on my wife. I end up wearing my favorite choice and my crotch is as flat as a girl's. Apparently my choice of panties made it easy what bra to wear, as they form a set. It takes some measuring and finally she slips some breastforms in the empty cups. I don't question why she's doing this, it's all part of my desire to do anything for the woman that kissed me.

For every pair of panties I picked I have now a matching bra. Next is a corset and by the time it's on me I'm breathing with small puffs. It will get easier, she promises me. The corset has a matching garter and then I have a choice of stockings. Again I pick what I think my wife will like, but I end up wearing the top favorite, held up by the garter. The feeling on my smooth legs is incredible.

She finishes with what she calls a slip dress, a thin satin piece of fabric that clings to my body, showing the curves I now apparently have. Then my own clothes go over everything and most of my curves disappear. "But you know better", she smiles.

I paid more than 900 dollars for all the pieces I had picked. The woman wrote a special number on one of her business cards, in case my wife had any questions. When I left the shop my dream woman was gone, as was the mistletoe that had started the whole thing. I thought I should be embarrassed, carrying the bags clearly marked as lingerie. But for some reason it didn't bother me.

When I got home, my wife raced to the door. She was excited as she'd seen the charge at the credit card show up. She took all my bags and went through them with so much pleasure, that it warmed my heart.

After the first excitement my wife looks at me and says "Why?" I have no answer but I simply take off my male clothes until I stand before her in my complete set of lingerie. At her stunned look I give her the business card and I tell her to call the special number on it.

I look at my wife as she dials the number. Her first question is cut off and then it seems she's only listening. Her face goes from disbelief to stunned to excited. When she hangs up, she tells me, "That was Mistress Dominique. The woman you kissed today", she adds at my blank face. I finally understand. "She told me she gifted you a new life today", my wife continues, "and in a way a new life for me as well. You are a woman now, maybe not physically, but that will come over time." She told me nothing new, ofcourse I am a woman, why else would I have breasts and wear all this lingerie?

"Your name is Mariah now. What is your name?" I'm a bit confused as she's telling me nothing new. But I feel compelled to answer her. "My name is Mariah."

"What was your name yesterday?" Even more confused I answer, "It was Mariah, as it has always been." I have the feeling something is not exactly right, but I can't tell for sure. Was I named something else before?

"You will never wear pants again. From now on only skirts and dresses and high heels. Remember the maid's outfit you bought me for Halloween? Go put it on, until I have some better fitting uniforms for you."

I knew exactly where it was. My wife had looked so good and sexy in it. It came with heels and a wig, that I put on as well, together with a little head dress for in my hair.

I looked in the mirror and was fairly satisfied, although my face could use some makeup. But I hurry back, knowing my wife is waiting. She looks at me approvingly. "Very good, Mariah. But from now on make sure your makeup is always perfect. You are no longer my husband, obviously, but your life is dedicated to serving me as my maid. You can call me ma'am, or Miss Deedee."

"Yes ma'am", I reply, it comes out automatically, together with the curtsy. I have no idea why a few moments ago I thought of her as my wife. She tells me to bring my bags up to the guest room, which will be the maid's quarters from now on. And after I have fixed my makeup, I can remove all male clothes from her ex-husband and prepare to send them to the goodwill.

Tonight Mistress Dominique will visit to discuss any training I may possibly need to serve to my best abilities. I'm looking forward to it.