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For those who have stuck with me on this long and often kinky journey this won’t come as a shock – I’m somewhat obsessed with the (original) Stepford Wives movie. It’s not too much of a surprise, a film made in the 70s that comes across as a nihilistic feminist nightmare. If you haven’t seen it, stop reading and go watch it. It’s fine. I’ll wait.

Seen it now? Good. When I first saw it I was going through that initial period of gender confusion, around the age of nine or so, and I *loved* the movie. Not because of the story, or the perceived body horror of being replaced by a compliant, man’s vision of a domesticated 1950s style housewife. Well, not strictly true, but I’ll get to that later. Firstly I was taken with the frocks.

They were all billowy 1970s flowery numbers, with big floppy hats and plenty of gaudy jewellery. To me as the small kid growing up and feeling, well, odd things when it came to feminine attire and mannerisms, it was deliciously intriguing. It was only when I got older, and more recently, that I started to delight in the fantasy of actually being a Stepford Wife.

But I’ll back up a little. I’m not sexist. I’m a pro-feminist, not because I appreciate the trials that women have gone through over the years but, perversely given my urges, I think everyone should be treated equally. Amusingly I got into an argument on my drab Facebook account, which is all nerd and male stuff, when I cautiously suggested the casting of the new Doctor Who as a woman was, well, a little bit of heavy handed pandering.

Wow, was that a mistake. I was flamed by some seriously angry feminists who seemed to be missing the basic point of what I was saying, and was called a homophobic misogynist. Which, given my secret identity, like a trans-supergirl, was particularly ironic.

Back to my point – I’m not sexist and I would love the world to treat everyone else in it the way the person wanted to be treated. Note that i didn’t say equal, because, well, there are some of us who would love to be the submissive, compliant housewife.

And on to the frock, finally. This was an ‘Ionia’ print tea dress from the fabulous Lindy Bop. This print is no longer purchasable, but it was a woodland creatures, very cute print with yellow flower-shaped buttons up the front. We combined it with a very fluffy white petticoat, some white high heels, copious pearl jewellery and earrings, and a lovely three strand string of pearls.

The dress was a lovely satin-like fabric and it settled beautifully over the petticoat. The shoulders were slightly pronounced in that 1980’s way I really love, and it flowed out from just beneath the bosom.

Topped off with a short wig, which I don’t normally try, I found myself staring into the mirror at what looked like Jane Fonda auditioning for the Stepford Wives remake (which was terrible, don’t watch it).

And there was something about the look that just ticked all my internal delicious fantasies about being forced into the role of a submissive housewife. I imagined myself being forced into the re-programming machine, have a regime embedded into my newly feminized brain of cleaning, cooking, hanging off of my husband’s arms at dinner parties, mornings of tea and cake with the other wives as we talked about dresses and how to pleasure our husbands. Yeah, it was that kind of fantasy.

And this was the perfect outfit for it. We added a cute little apron for that last ‘June Cleaver’ touch and et voila, I was ready to vacuum or sort out dinner for my darling husband.

So maybe I am a little sexist, but only when it comes to Sarah. I love seeing her as a submissive, ready to please housewife.

And now the analysis – could it be that there’s just a tad little bit of BDSM going on here? The idea of being emasculated, of having the trappings and luxuries of being a white, middle-class male taken away and given a role of compliancy? I used to think that was the case but I’m starting to change my mind, I just love the idea of what I see as ultra-femininity. If the feminists (quite rightfully) want women to come out of the kitchens and be treated as equals then, hell, there’ll be opportunities for those who want to be the doting wife. It’s almost a public service.

I’ve got another session coming up in a couple of weeks and, you know, I may have a couple of outfits that really play into the Stepford Wife role. For may read definitely…. I can’t *wait* to be Stepford Sarah again.

Stay beautiful and remember that you can be anything you like. Including a repressed submissive housewife. I love this century xxx