Den Mother

As of late I've been fascinated by feminine uniforms. I have my theories about what exactly draws me to them, but I'm not certain if any of them are true. I think part of the thrill for me when crossdressing is the humiliation involved in imaging I'm being forced into women's clothing. A uniform takes that a step further by enforcing an even stricter dress code, hence enhancing the experience.

Taking it a step beyond that, there are certain uniforms that when you see them, they are instantly associated with femininity. Uniforms also carry with them a certain degree of subservience. Those that serve wear uniforms, whatever the uniform may be. A maid or housekeeper's dress, a nurse's uniform (before they began wearing scrubs) and a cocktail waitress's dress, are all examples of badges of servitude and femininity (two things which are deliciously embarrassing). I'm fascinated by all of these uniforms (and more!) and my pursuit of them will be a reoccurring topic in my blog.

My uniform of choice today is that of a cub scout Den Mother. When I was a cub scout, I remember looking fondly at the uniform that are Den Mother wore and fantasizing that I too could wear something like that.

The modern uniform consists of a yellow blouse with the Den Leader's choice of either navy blue shorts, pants or culottes. When worn with culottes, the scout leader is allowed to wear hose and high heels. (I love that! Uniforms are so strict! You have to be "allowed" to wear hose and high heels with a certain combination of the outfit)

Doing some research, I found that the Den Mother Uniform from the 1950-60's was an even more delicious fetish fantasy. It combines both my love of uniforms with my love of 1950's fashions. The classic uniform of yesteryear consisted of a maize blouse, a navy blue skirt, and a navy blue hat. I've edited a picture I found from a 1958 Den Mother's Den Book with the standards of the Den Mother Uniform to make it a little more...sissyish!

Perhaps I was a lazy father that didn't spend enough time with the children? To teach me a lesson that I wouldn't forget, my wife and the rest of the women in the neighborhood get together and decide to make me a 1950's style Den Mother. They go through a long process of feminizing me. My eyebrows are plucked, arched and pencil thin; my makeup is flawless; my hair is lightly curled with that classic hat bobby-pinned in place; and acrylic nails with a French manicure are added.

My body is shaved and they dress me in a virgin white bra and thong. A garter belt is then added, with the sheerest stocking they could find. They then put the blouse on me, which they fuss with for a moment before having me slide into the navy blue skirt that they zip up the back. High heel pumps are set out for me, which I step into and teeter precariously. Finally, the navy tie is placed around my neck, like a heavy collar, completing the uniform.

I stand there, with all of the women's eyes on me, each in their own more modern Den Leader uniforms. They criticize and critique my posture and dress, walking around me in circles with some sort of checklist that they are using to grade my uniform. I stare at my feet, not knowing what to do. When done, they inform me that I will need to go through extensive Den Mother training. I will need to learn everything that the scouts will learn along with everything that the perfect housewife would know. As their words wash over me I shudder...what had I gotten into.