Sissy Mission 7

Lawnmower
By Cheryl Alison

It was a Sunday evening and Mistress and I were lazing
around watching TV trying to avoid the reality of work on
Monday morning. The Simpsons was on, and Homer and Flanders
had made a little bet. Somehow, they both lost and had to
mow their respective lawns wearing their wives' Sunday
dresses. I looked at Mistress and I knew that another Sissy
Mission was probably in my future!

"Hmmm," was all she said. I knew I was in for it.

Monday afternoon I arrived home from work to find Mistress
in the kitchen smiling and humming away as she put away the
groceries she had picked up on her way home. She smiled at
me as I walked in and placed a perky little peck on my
cheek.

"Go see what I have laid out for you."

I went to our bedroom to get out of my work clothes and
found that I would not be getting dressed in my usual
sweats for an evening at home. On the bed was a dress I had
not seen my wife wear for some time. It was a throwback to
the 80s — a pastel floral print with a light crinoline
underneath and lace around the edges. She had also placed a
gold chain on the bed, with the key to the lawn tractor
attached.

Mistress entered the room and said, "Put it on, sissy. The
lawn needs to be mowed and you're just the sissy to do it."

I sighed but dutifully stripped off my work clothes and
placed the dress over my head. I looked a little ridiculous
with a five o'clock shadow and no makeup or the usual
complicated feminine preparations that Mistress requires
for a Sissy Mission.

Mistress walked over and gently buttoned up the back of the
dress. She took both of my hands in hers and stepped back a
little, admiring her sissy in his Sunday dress.

"Oh, one more thing," she giggled. "Here's your panties.
Step in, sissy." She produced a pair of red velvet panties
and I stepped into them. She snugged them up and gave me a
little thrill as her hand passed over the front.

"Now march out to the garage and fire up the tractor,
Sissy," she said, playfully slapping my bottom.

It was summer and of course at 6:00 pm there was still
plenty of bright sunshine to reveal me in my Sunday dress
mowing the lawn. Several cars slowed down and gawked, with
the occupants laughing and pointing. Mistress had come out
while I was mowing to tell me that it would be a good idea
for me to wave to passing cars, so that added to my
humiliation.

By 7:00, I was done and putting the lawn tractor in the
garage. At least half the neighborhood had seen me, and I
was sure the phone lines were abuzz. Mistress intercepted
me in the driveway as I was planning to enter the house to
remove my dress. There was a glint in her eye and a hose
nozzle in her hand.

"Stop right there, sissy," she said authoritatively.

I looked at her with a "You wouldn't" look and suddenly I
was the recipient of a shower of cold water. Mistress hosed
me for a good five minutes, which was long enough for our
friends Bob and Marianne to pull up in the driveway. They
were generally clueless about our Mistress/Sissy
relationship, but they were aware that we were not quite a
conventional couple, either.

"How do you like my husband in his dress?" said Mistress.

Marianne giggled. "He looks like he had a shower." Then her
eyes fell to my midsection, where the material of the dress
was almost sheer in its wetness. "Ohh!" she squealed in
delight. "Nice red panties!"

Bob was laughing. I was in awe. I wondered if Mistress
hadn't picked up the phone and invited them over.

Bob said, "Boy, I bet you'll never bet on football with
your wife again!" If only he knew that there was never a
bet!

"Well, it wouldn't be the first time he's worn panties,"
said Mistress loudly. Bob and Marianne just laughed,
thinking it was a joke, and I nervously chuckled, hoping
that she wouldn't reveal much more.

Mistress invited Bob and Marianne in, and as they entered
the house, she whispered in my ear, "Sissy Mission
accomplished... for now."

I found some dry sweats and joined Mistress, Bob, and
Marianne in the family room. As I entered, Mistress told
me, "You know, I just volunteered you for a service
project. Marianne is the Relay for Life coordinator and
they're having a womanless beauty pageant. I told her
you've been practicing in high heels for just such an
occasion. She's looking forward to making you fabulous."

Sissy missions are never done.