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Lion really hates these, but he doesn’t get a vote.

I took some time to look at cross dressing websites when I got home yesterday. I have a specific thing in mind that I’m looking for and I’m surprised I can’t find it. Two things actually. One is a short sheer robe with feathers/fur around the neck and sleeves. The other is a pair of matching pink, fuzzy slippers. Think Zsa Zsa Gabor. The look has to exist even now. I can’t believe no drag queen has this in his wardrobe.

Lion was very happy with himself that he found pink, fuzzy slippers online. Well, they are pink. And they are fuzzy. But they aren’t really what I’m after. They’re a full slipper with fuzz all around. I’m looking for a more glamorous (for want of a better description) slipper. I found an example in women’s size to show Lion. He said he doesn’t like the open toe look. And I care, why? I’m sure he doesn’t like the idea of a sheer pink robe with feathers or fur around the neck and sleeves. His liking it is hardly the point.I do have a friend who was active for a time in Seattle’s drag queen pageants. I’ve thought of asking him for suggestions. He’s met Lion. If he asks, would I actually want to disclose that I want to make Lion pretty? It’s one thing to let a store clerk in on the secret. It’s quite another to tell a friend. There’s little chance he and Lion will ever cross paths again. We don’t work together anymore and our friendship has gone largely to Facebook, but he is a valuable source of information.

On the other hand, how far do I want to push this idea? What I find online is probably sufficient. I was able to find a few more sites yesterday and, even though they didn’t have what I was after, they do have some intriguing things. Poor Lion. I bet he never thought he’d be parading around the house in a teddy or bra. I keep telling him to be careful what he asks for. *shaking my head*

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Mrs. Lion has been writing about my forced cross-dressing. So far it has been frilly panties. They are suprisingly comfortable. I think they feel better than my regular underpants. That doesn’t mean I will run out and replace my underwear with panties. But if Mrs. Lion does it, while it may be potentially humiliating in the men’s room, I will be comfortable. Then what is the point of such a drastic move? It’s an exercise of control. Unlike asking me to wear red underpants, that is undeniable. Even if I forget I have them on, when I undress, go to pee in the urinal, or select my clothes in the morning, I am strongly reminded that I am not in control.

Even if I like wearing panties (I don’t.), grand gestures like forcing me to wear them 100% of the time sends a strong, long-lasting message. That message is reinforced when Mrs. Lion makes reference to my underwear. She could make me show her my selection for the day and then decide if I should wear something else. Or, she could get me day-of-the-week panties and require me to wear the correct pair each day.

Ok, my imagination is off and running. Mrs. Lion will take her time and decide what she wants me to do. You know me. I just charge ahead. Mrs. Lion is quite taken with shopping online for feminine underthings for me to wear. Yesterday afternoon, she measured my chest and hips. The last time my chest was measured I was buying a suit. How things change!

Oddly, I like the pictures of me in her post yesterday. I’m a lttle embarrassed that they are there for the world to see, but then you have seen my penis and ass without undies. I imagine Mrs. Lion will publish other cross dressing pictures of me. It’s part of the humiliation I admitted I want.

Next for me is a bra. Mrs. Lion is searching for just the right bra for me. Oh boy. She’s been showing me possibilities. Are you surprised I don’t like any of them? It doesn’t matter, within the next two weeks I will be wearing one for her (and you). I suggested padding or breast forms. If you’re gonna do it, do it! (He says having never done anything but taken bras off women)

I don’t know where this will end up, but I do know feminine underthings will be part of my wardrobe from now on. Mrs. Lion may start slowly, but she keeps going and almost never quits. I think she likes dressing me in panties. I suspect she will really like the other items she turns up. I’m not expected to like any of it. That’s the whole point.

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lion in panties: front and back view
Lion modeling his green, frilly panties. He has cute roses and frills both front and back. The front view outlines the lock on his plastic cage and nicely shows his balls. His butt is cute with the frill going across Such a pretty little thing. (click image for full-size view)

I admit it. I forget Lion is wearing his frilly panties when he’s got clothes on. However, I thought of it when we were messing around with the satellite for the camper and told him I knew why we were having so much trouble. The satellite knows he has a frilly butt. He said that made perfect sense. What self-respecting satellite would want to work for a man in frilly panties?

As you can see from the pictures, Lion’s panties have roses on the front and frills across the back. He has a green pair and a pink pair. When I said I thought we had enough sexy lingerie for him, he said he still needs a bra. Apparently, he said, a bra is important. It’s easy to forget that frilly panties are frilly and not just regular underwear. There’s no way to forget a bra is a bra. Fair enough. The bra search continues. I was looking this morning but so far nothing has jumped out and said, “You must buy this for Lion.” It can’t be too plain. It needs a certain amount of lace or sheerness. It doesn’t have to match his panties. It can be any color although I’d prefer pink or purple just because those seem more feminine. I’ll know it when I see it.

When we got home from running errands and Lion was in the bathroom, I was checking out his panties. The cage makes an non-organic bulge in the front. The square of the lock is certainly a giveaway that he’s not alone in his panties. I like the way the lacy frills run across his butt. Anything to draw my eye to his buns is A-Okay with me. And as I was checking him out, I noticed something amusing. Lion was checking himself out. He looked at the roses on the front, turned a bit, and then looked again. I wonder if he thinks he’s sexy in his frilly panties.

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This is the babydoll set that got a “look” from Lion. Needless to say, he will be wearing it soon. It comes with matching panties. (picture later in the post)

Yesterday I decided to look for bras and panties for Lion. I figured there’d be plenty of sites that catered to such things. Even Amazon has them. I picked out a few items from two sites. I was debating whether I’d tell Lion about it or just order them and surprise him. Our anniversary is in a month. What better anniversary gift than a nice, frilly set of bra and panties?

Then, around dinner time, I decided to show him my finds. When he was done eating, I pulled out my iPad and cued up a light blue camisole with rosebuds on it. He was not amused. I was. He asked to be humiliated. This should do it. He asked if I was going to order it. I hadn’t decided. I’d just started looking. Maybe he needs something lacier. I showed him other things I’d found.

Perhaps he needs a tutu. Or a cheer leading outfit. I even found a French maid’s outfit. He kept muttering, “oh God” every time I showed him pictures. Somewhere along the line I found fake boobs to go in bras. I don’t think we need to go that far. If he has a padded bra or falsies, how will I pinch his boobies?

This is the cute thong that comes with Lion’s new babydoll set.

This morning, Lion told me the first outfit I showed him really had an impact on him. When I get home tonight we’ll order it. A nice little matching camisole and thing set in light blue with rosebuds. Not the frilly, lacy pink bra and panties I’d set out to find but it will certainly work until I find just the right bra set for him.

In the meantime, he does have some green frilly panties he can wear. I think he has another pair too. They might go nicely under his pants while we do whatever it is we’re doing this weekend. We’ll know they’re there even if no one else does. See? It just takes me a little while to get my head wrapped around new ideas.

[Lion — Oh God.]