I knew you were a sissy when I married you. I saw all the signs, even though you weren’t yet ready to face the truth about yourself.

I’m sure you thought you were just a good husband when you offered to wash my laundry, but I knew it was an excuse to touch all of my frilly things. When I ask you why you spend so much time hand washing my panties, bras, and stockings, your face flushes and you stammer out a lie, “I-I just want to make sure I don’t mess them up.”

If you’re not ready to tell me the truth, sissy, then I’ll remove your choice in the matter. I purchase a new plant to display in our sunny laundry room. You have no idea I have placed a nanny cam in the plant to record all of your antics.

The first thing you do when you’re alone is gather up all of my panties and sniff them. The second thing you do is strip naked and begin trying them on. Just as I thought–you’re a panty boy!

To my utter surprise and amazement, you not only try on my panties, but you get all dressed up in a bra and stockings too! I couldn’t be more surprised when I see you dig out a sissy maid outfit from a box hidden in the laundry room. You prance around, shaking your feather duster, pretending it’s a tail plume.

When I see this, I hurry home and quietly let myself in the house. I burst in on you, just as you’re sliding your panties down and bending over. I don’t EVEN want to know where that feather duster was going next!

I tell you that I knew ALL ALONG you were a sissy husband, and from now on you’re going to act like one all the time! I order you to pull up your panties and make me dinner. You have to EARN feather duster fuck time!

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