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I was just entering my prearranged destination. It was 11 pm and just before I paid the admittance fee, I stopped to look at myself in the mirrored walls. Reflected before me was a sexy, if a little sluttish looking woman in her thirties. The only discrepancy being that I was actually a 37-year-old man, happily married and, here at the precise instruction of the woman I loved and was married to. She had returned home a day early, from a trip to her sister's place, in the country.

What she found as she walked in, was her husband wearing her underwear and, fully made up to boot. She insisted that, if I wanted to remain married to her, I would agree to dress up for her, whenever and wherever she instructed me to. I was flabbergasted and truly lost for words. I didn't want to lose her but I knew she could be a vindictive cow, when she wanted. I agreed meekly to this arrangement, which is why I am here, about to enter a transvestite club on the Earls Court Road, fully transformed into my female persona, Pippa. In my hand I hold a sheet of paper and, have instructions that I must show it to anyone that I speak to, once inside the club.

The paper reads as follows: I have been instructed to show this to anyone I talk to.

Please read it thoroughly. Please note that the woman you are talking to is actually my husband. He is known as Pippa when dressed like this. I have asked him to fulfill a mission for me. It is in four parts, the first of which he/she completed by entering the club. She cannot disclose her mission parts until they have been accomplished but, if asked about it once she has completed them, she must answer all questions fully and truthfully. Barring her identity, Pippa must reply honestly to any question she is posed and has been asked to be reasonably accommodating to people's requests of her. She is not to be harmed or marked in any way. Have fun!

I paid and went downstairs to the bar and dance floor. The barman wasn't busy so I went to order a drink, as he approached I realised I was going to have to speak to him. I nearly lost my bottle but he was already asking me! As humiliated as I felt, I handed him the piece of paper and watched blushingly as he read it all. His smile grew as he read through the wording and, handing it back he asked what I wanted to drink. I ordered wine and handed him the money.

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