Documentary Note:  

After my morning devotions to my Wife, our day progressed quite nicely:

I cleaned up the scones that I made for breakfast, then left my Wife watching TV while I went upstairs to shower.  I shaved below the waist, then settled in upstairs to do some chores.  The lure of my "tickle trunk" in the corner of the bedroom got the better of me, and I slipped into a pair of polka dot panties, blue denim mini skirt, blue T-shirt and blue stockings with garter belt.  I thought I might just furtively work upstairs whilst dressed, but by the time my Wife called me I was feeling the effects of the first jelly bean, so I minced down the stairs in my outfit.  As always, She proclaimed, "Nice outfit," before asking for a drink refill.

After folding laundry, making the bed and sorting clothes, I came downstairs to prepare a cappucino and a snack for my Love. It was also a great chance to consume a nice peanut butter cup laced with Cerebral Lubricant. Now I wait.

It is astounding, the rate at which I am becoming a deeply brainwashed, sissified submissive faggot slave. My Wife never seems to want to talk about it, so I can only infer that She is completely aware of what is going on, and that She is enthusiastic.  She seems happy.  I'm happy.  

Really friggin' happy.