In previous articles I described how I prefer to bring my sissy husband along on her journey into womenhood by making it inclusive. I like it to be consensual as she adapts and accepts that being my sissy is a far better way to live.

I have to be clear, though, that it is my feminisation programme and we are following my wishes. Or is that rules? My sissy husband Alice enjoys being my sissy girl and she enjoys her girly clothes. She also enjoys my leadership in our relationship.

Of course we have our disagreements over things but I really do try to bring her along with me. To be honest, without me driving things along she would have a fantasy but probably do little about it.

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So back to my programme of getting Alice to be more comfortable outside the house in a skirt and a dress. Whilst the idea is exciting for her, the reality of it worries her,. She believes people may not react well to someone who might appear to be a man wearing a dress in the street.

I understand her concerns but there is much we can do. Going to more secluded places with her in a skirt is one. Wearing a skirt whe she drives the car is another.

I had been trying all sorts of things to manoeuvre Alice into going outside in a skirt/dress but it’s been difficult. I’ve got a bit tired of being gentle about it and about her feelings now. I am supposed to be the lead in this marriage after all. However, I want this to be concensual to some degree.

The thing is, I do not like my husband in trousers, I want her in a skirt or dress.

So I decided to act.

I told Alice that she will be wearing a short black skirt, aplain mauve female tee shirt and one-inch heeled black shoes for the day. And we were to go out for the day for a drive to a secluded place for a picnic. She was not to take emergency trousers to change into and she will be leaving the car for the picnic.

This is the exact outfit.

It’s not sissy so it would attract attention and although I wanted her in a bra, I allowed her to remove the breast inserts you see in the photo.

Alice’s face was a picture and she made all sorts of excuses but I told her I’d had enough of her and this is what I expect.

On Sunday morning I laid out the outfit. Alice dressed but there was a tension in the air as I reminded her that this was what she would be wearing to go out for our picnic. I almost always take things more slowly, For example, I could have allowed her to wear the female tee shirt and women’s shoes but with trousers as a first step.

The trouble was, I wanted to see her in a skirt outside the home. In the open air.

I had to get firm to order her into the car. To be honest, I got a little angry which is not like me. I continue to not understand why anyone thinks it’s not normal for a male to wear a skirt or for a male to be a sissy. For me, this is correct and perfectly normal behaviour.

I went out of the house first to check there was no one around; it was why I chose an early Sunday morning. I motioned for Alice to leave the house and jump into the car before the neighbours were up and about.

She had to drive as I’m the Lady, and it was wonderful to see her stockinged legs beneath the steering wheel and the feminine way her skirt fell in an arc from her thighs .

It was a lovely morning and we drove to secluded spot in the forest just outside London. There’s only space for one car to park in the pull-in so it’s more likely we’d be on our own.

We got out and walked through the trees with Alice looking around in sheer panic. I watched her in absolute delight. We got to a small clearing and Alice laid the blanket down on the grass. It’s one of those blankets with a waterproof impervious layer on one side and a soft woollen covering on the other.

We brought coffee in a flask and some croissants and fruit as a brunch. I continued to be fascinated by Alice’s stockinged legs together and to one side. She has great legs and she looked so feminine.

Occasionally people would wander past nearby but no one took any notice of two girls drining and snacking. Alice relaxed and eventually enjoyed herself. By midday, I decided we should leave. We didn’t see anyone around and so we packed up and walked through the trees again and back to the car.

One of the things I always do is to get Alice to describe how nice it is for her to be feminine. For example, “Tell me, sissy, how does it feels with the wind on your legs and blowing your skirt. It feels nice doesn’t it, girly?”

So in the end, it was a great success and a learning point for me: I will have to be firmer at times to get what I want. And I want is for my sissy Alice to be feminised ALL the time and not just at home.

If I never saw her in trousers ever again, that would be perfect. I only ever want to see my husband in a little skirt or a dress.

If only.