I was working late one Friday evening as I needed to get a few loose ends tied up before the weekend. I didn’t want to be working on Saturday. At least my sissy husband was at home preparing the dinner while dressed in a skirt or maybe a dress.

At 8.30pm, I was finished and I called my sissy husband.  “Hello, Sissy, I’ll be at the station at 9.15pm. I want you pick me up in the car at the station I’m too tired.” And then a thought came to me. I I told her. “And I want you to meet me in a skirt.”

I wanted a lift home, I was too tired and it was too late to walk the fifteen minutes home. But after a long day, I didn’t like the idea of my husband meeting me wearing male clothes. The thought tugged at my chest with annoyance.

I wanted to be met by a sissy husband not a masculine one.

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I have to accept that she can’t wear skirts outside the home but I was sure we could push the boundaries a little. A least for tonight.

I then had an idea as I was asking sissy husband to come to meet me. She’d be in the car. “I expect you to be wearing a skirt in the car when you come to pick me up, Sissy. No one will see you if you stay in the car.”

The line went silent for a few moments. I think I heard Sissy swallow. “But even if no one can see me in the car, Mistress, I have to get to tthe car in the driveway. The neighbours or a passerby might see me.”

“Yes you’ll have to find a way to get to the car in a skirt. That’s your problem. Meet me at the station in a skirt”. With that I hung up.

I knew she‘d find a way, people always do when faced with a seemingly insurmoutable challenge. Even Sissies. Anyway, I don’t mind in the slighest if anyone saw Sissy in a skirt. In fact, I’d like it. It’s Sissy’s problem if it bothers her.

Later, when I left the the station, I saw Sissy waiting in the car in the parking spaces. I walked towards the car and I could see her face. It was sheepish. I opened the door, got in a and ran my eyes over her legs. She was in a skirt. A cute little pleated one. How had he got to the car? I saw the little skirt across her legs and my tension and mood from the day lifted.

“What did you do to get to the car?” I asked her on the way home, a wide smile of satisfaction plastered over my face. I secretly hoped she’d been brave enough to walk out without worry although I knew better.

She told me she had put on a pair of thick black tights and a long coat to cover the skirt. Since it was autumn at the time of writing, and it’s dark at 9pm, she went swiftly to the car hoping no one would come out.

If anyone spotted her, she’d say they were tight gym leggings. The skirt was hidden below the coat anyway as it was so short.

I knew she’d find a way although I’d have preferred she’d been seen.

“Good girl,” I said. “Now you can always pick me up in the car wearing a dress or a skirt.”

You should have seen her face. It’s so lovely to see my sissy husband in a skirt. It’s important to keep pushing the boundaries forward. And once I’ve broken one boundary, I keep hold of it and move forward to the next.

One day, she’ll be my fulltime sissy-girl. I’ll keep pushing. Check out more about my opinions on putting your husband in a skirt here. It’s so important to get them into skirts.