I had just arrived home from work after a long day. I knew that my wife would not be home until late, so I had a little me time. What this really meant is that I could indulge in my personal fetish. I love feeling the warm embrace of winter clothes. The more layers the better, the more cumbersome and restrictive the better. It was early fall, and the weather was starting to cool, which always sparked my interest.
I stripped completely and began by putting a pair of ski pants, then I put on one of my wife's puffer jackets. It's white and short, reaching to just below the waist. It also has a nice hood. It was one of her favorites, her everyday goto coat, although a bit boring if I might say. Then I pulled on my wife's long pink coat. I bought it for her a couple years ago, a while she has worn it on a few occasions, I think I have gotten more use out of it than her. You see, we're close to the same size, allowing me to use some of her things, in secret of course. I'm sure that had something to when I picked it for her. Her pink coat had a nice full hood. It was very feminine with a fur trim on the hood and the sleeves. It was thick and warm, reaching below the knees. The lining was shiny and smooth, and it asks easily as I put it on. I buckled the belt in front, and started to run down my hands and feel the smooth material. The sleeves were a bit narrow, so it felt a bit confining once I had both jackets on, but that was part of the rush.
A bright flash brought me out of my little world.
"Well, well, well..." It was Sheila, my wife. She was standing in the doorway, snapping photos of me with her cell phone. "I can't say I'm surprised... I've suspected your little hobby for while"
"I can explain..."
"I'm sure you can, but why bother? It's pretty evident..."
I started to remove her coat, but she signaled me not to. Instead she handed me a pair of her mittens, that I had already picked out. They were white, with embroidered snowflakes. Simple, but still girly. Meanwhile she went to her closet returned with a pair of her snow boots, and a scarf.
"Go on, put them on..." Sheila said holding out the boots for me. "Unless you want me to embarrass you publicly by publishing the photos I have."
They were black, with a small wedge heel. Sheila knew I liked them, but she didn't wear them very often.
As I was putting then on, she kept snapping pictures of me.
Finally she handed me her scarf.
"We're going for a quick ride. I would recommend that you wrap the scarf around your face. Unless you like your coat so much that you want to be seen in it outside... I would recommend that you put up your hood. Both of them actually... Wow, you really seem to be a glutton for punishment! "
"You can't make me go out wearing your clothes like this..."
"These are your clothes now," she interrupted. " I'm never wearing then again. And since they're yours and you like them so much, you are wearing them. Stop complaining or I'll take scarf back."
I followed Sheila into the garage, and got into the passenger seat. She started the engine, and began driving, looking at me every so often with a smirk on her face. About 10 minutes later, she pulled into the parking lot of park. It was already getting dark, so there were few cars in the lot.
"Ok this is it, we're going for walk."
"You want me to for a walk dressed like this?"
"Yes, and if I were you, I would pull up your hood. Unless you're feeling bold, of course. Now hurry, get out."
I sighed, pulled up the hood of my coat, actually both hoods, since I had two jackets on me, and I tightened the drawstrings of the outer hood to hide the fact that I had two jackets on at once. As I stepped out of the car, I was feeling very self conscious, I had never stepped out in public dressed like this, but as I was looking around to see if anybody was staring at me, I heard the door slam, and the automatic door locks engaged. I desperately tried to open it, but I knew it was futile.
Sheila smiled, and cracked open the passenger window.
"Well, enjoy the walk in your fancy shiny clothes."
"You want me to walk home like this? It's like 5 miles!"
"Well, you can ask somebody for a ride for all I care. Now start walking. See you at home."
As she drove away, I looked at myself, looking like the Michelin Man is ski pants, two hooded winter jackets, and mittens. I pulled down my hood, and began to walk home...
...part 2
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