David’s Story

Chapter 2.
Many small steps.

I fell in love with David in high school and married him right after college. What was it about him that I loved so much? In this chapter: Step by step by step.

At dinner on the following Thursday we were just talking about nothing in particular when he said, “Do you think we could find me a set of forms?”

“Forms?”, I asked.

“Breast forms.”

I was a little surprised with this after what had happened last Saturday, but it appeared that what he’d read had peaked his interest. I said, “Sure. I saw a couple of places on-line that we could order from.”

“Isn’t there any place locally that would have them?”

“Probably. But, why not just order them on-line.”

“I’ve read somewhere that you should get a size that fits you properly. So, I figured that since they are so expensive that we should do it right and go to some place local. If they’ll fit a guy.”

“Do you want me to check for you tomorrow?”

“Would you?”

“You know I will. So, what brought this about?”

“Our talk last Saturday, some of the things I’ve read, and I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind.”

“What are you thinking?”

“That . . . That I eventually want to know what I look like when I’m fully dressed as a girl.”

“How far are we going with it?”

“Just the forms for now.”

“Little steps?”

“Yea.”

Friday I made a number of calls and found some interesting things. There were a number of stores in the area that carried post mastectomy supplies and two of them had no problem fitting a man with a set of forms. One wanted to do it before they opened, but could only do it on Monday. The other was willing to stay late tonight to fit him.

When David came home, he didn’t ask about the phone calls that he’d ask me to make and I didn’t say anything until we were cleaning up after dinner when I said, “Hurry up. We need to get ready.”

“Ready for what?”, he asked.

“To get you fitted.”

“Fitted for what?”

“Your forms.”

“Huh. So soon?”

I could hear the nervousness in his voice and I said, “Sure. The lady said that she’d be happy to fit you tonight. The store is open until eight and if we were there at eight that she’d fit you right after they close.”

“She doesn’t have a problem with it?”

“Not at all. From what she said they have a number of male clients.”

“Really?”

“That’s what she said.”

“And, you’re all right with this?”

“Yes. If it makes you happy.”

“How should I dress?”

“I guess in your regular clothes, but you should take a bra along. But, . . . ”

“But what?”

“We need to do something before we go.”

“What?”

“The lady asked if you had any chest hair and when I told her you did, she suggested that you remove it.”

“No chest hair. Why?”

“She said it would look better.”

“Are you sure?”

“That’s what she said.”

“What do we need to do?”

“I guess either shave your chest or use the depilatory on it.”

I could tell by the look on his face that he was getting really nervous and I said, “Honey. Relax. A lot of guys remove their body hair.”

“And get fitted for breast forms ?”

“Probably more than you think.”

“All right. Lets do this.”, he said as he headed to the bathroom.

I followed him and he did what we do every time we do his legs. He stripped, placed a large towel on the floor, handed me the bottle of depilatory cream, and stood on the towel. I carefully covered his chest down to his hips with the cream and as I was doing it I said, “You know, we might as well do your back too.”

“Why?”

“So it matches.”

“Go on.”

I covered his back, including his cute butt, with more cream and we waited the necessary amount of time. We removed the cream, along with his all of upper body hair, and applied a nice moisturizer. After we’d finished with the moisturizer he said, as he had before, “This really feels weird.”

“Weird?”

“Yea. The feeling of no body hair after all this time. It’s just different. My skin feels so smooth and soft.”

“I know, and I kind of like it.”

“You like it?”

“Yea. I think it’s sexy.”

“Sexy?”

“Un huh. No more ugly body hair.”

I wasn’t sure why I was saying this, other then I really did like what I was seeing.

“So you want me to keep the hair off my chest?”, Davis asked.

“Yea. I think so.”

“So how often will we have to do this?”

“About as often as we do your legs.”

“That often?”

“Yep.”

“Is there any other way?”

“You know there is.”

“What waxing or laser?”

“Or, electrolysis?”

“Expensive aren’t they?”

“A little. Waxing is cheaper.”

“But, painful.”

“It’s not that bad. We’d better get going or we’ll be late.”

Just before eight we were pulling into a strip mall and in front of a store called Bare Basics. I looked over at David and I could tell that his nervousness was really peaking. I reached over, took his hand in mine, and said, “Honey. Relax. From what she told me, they’ve done this many times.”

“I know.”, he said, “But, I haven’t. No one but you knows about this side of me. Now someone else will know.”

“She sounds like a very nice person. Remember she opened this shop to help women that have a problem. So, she likes to help people.”

“I guess you’re right.”

We got out of the car and walked up to the door. It was locked, so I gently knocked. I few seconds later a very pleasant looking middle-aged lady walked up to the door and opened it. She smiled at us and said, “You must be Beth? Come on in.”

As we walked in, I answered, “Yes ma’am. I am.”

As she looked at David she said, “Please call me Linda. And, this is?”

“This is my husband David.”

“Pleased to meet you. And, what are we interested in.”

I looked at David and a little nervously he said, “A set of forms.”

“I see. For you?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Please come with me.”

She relocked the door and we followed her to the back of the store, and into a small room with a dressing table and mirrors. She then asked, “What are we looking for?”

David replied, “I guess something that would be natural on me if I was a girl.”

“What size do you think you might be?”

“I wear a 38C bra.”

“Well, that’s a good place to start. Take off your shirt and let me measure you.”

David removed his shirt and Linda took a couple measurements, then said, “I’ll go and get a couple pairs of forms and while I’m gone put on your bra. You did bring one, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”, David replied.

“Good. I’ll be right back. Oh. Would you like nipples or not?”

David looked at me. I smiled a little and said, “I’d go with the nipples.”

“I guess with nipples.”, David said.

“Good.”, Linda said, “It’ll look better. Be right back.”

After Linda had left, David took his bra out of the bag he had brought it in and put it on. He also commented, “I didn’t realize that they came with and without nipples.”

“Me either.”

Linda was back in a few minutes with six boxes. As she set them down, she said, “I brought three sizes and tried to choose ones that were close to your skin tone. So, lets see how good I did.”

She opened each of the boxes and looked at the contents. Then looked at David. Then took one form out of the box and held it close to him and said, “The color looks good. Lets see what they look like on.”

She carefully placed it into his right bra cup. Then placed the matching one in his left cup. She stood back a little, looked at me, and said, “What do you think honey?”

I took a close look and said, “It is really close to his skin color and the size looks good.”

“Yes. I think the color is perfect for him. With some makeup you couldn’t tell they were forms. Lets try the next size up. It may look better.”

She replaced the set in his bra with another one, and again stood back to take a good look. I was surprised at the difference between the two sizes. This size actually did look better.

Linda said to David, “Honey. Take a look and tell us that you think.”

David looked in the full length mirror. Moved a little to his left and then a little to his right. I could see that little smile of his start to appear on his face. He turned, looked at Linda and me, and said, “I like them, but they’re heavy and cold.”

Linda smiled back at him and said, “Their weight is very close to what breasts actually weigh and they’ll warm up to your body temperature fairly quickly.”

David then asked me, “What do you think?”

I think I was smiling when I said, “I like them and I think you’ll like them better then the nylons.”

“Nylons.”, Linda said, “You’ve used nylons to stuff your bra?”

“Yes.”, David said.

“Honey. You’ll love these so much more.”

“I hope.”

“You will. I’ll guarantee it.”

Linda went on to tell us how to care for the forms and to be sure to store them in their correct boxes. As David was removing the forms and getting dressed, Linda said to me, “I’m glad to see a wife support her husband this way.”

“Thanks.”, I said, “I look at it as just another part of him. It makes him happy and that makes me happy.”

As we were paying the bill Linda said, “You know those forms can be attached.”

“Attached?”, David said.

“Yes.”, Linda said as she placed a couple of cans and a bottle on the counter, “With a medical spray adhesive, and if you glue the edges down you can use makeup and they’ll look like they’re part of you..”

“How do you get them off?”

“Either wait a couple of weeks until the adhesive breaks down or use a remover.”

Without batting an eye, David said, “Might be interesting.”

We thanked Linda for all her help and started home.

As we started driving I said to David, “So, do you really like them?”

“Yes. Feeling the weight and the way they move is very interesting. Are you all right with them?”

I smiled at him and said, “Yes. As long as you are and I know you are.”

We added removing his chest and back hair every time we did his legs. I have to admit that I really do like his body this way. It’s so much softer and nicer to play with. But, it wasn’t fun to use a depilatory on him every few days and after a month and a half of it he asked, “Isn’t there a better way to do this?”

“You know there is. Laser, electrolysis, or waxing.”, I replied.

“Laser and electrolysis are permanent, aren’t they?”

“Yes and expensive.”

“And, waxing hurts?”

“To start with. When I have my legs done I hardly feel it anymore. You kind of get use to it.”

“How long does it last?”

“Usually a few weeks. I get my legs done about every six weeks.”

“Doesn’t it get stubbly between times?”

“Not really. It actually grows back in softer then what it does with the depilatory. I’ve also noticed that over time that it’s grown in thinner and even lighter in color.”

“Really.”

“It’s almost like some of the hairs have been permanently removed.”

“How long does the hair have to be for the wax to work?”

“About a quarter of an inch.”

“So if I want to do this, it’ll be no hair removal for a few weeks.”

“Are you thinking about waxing?”

“Kind of.”

We did stop using the depilatory on him and allowed his hair to grow back in. And, one afternoon as he was walking out the door, I asked him, “Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you?”

“No.”, he replied, “I kind of need to do this by myself.”

I knew he wasn’t sure if he could go through with this or not. I’d set him up with my waxing esthetician and I had told her to be gentle. I knew that he might only be gone a short time. But, when he wasn’t back in an hour, I figured that he was probably going through with the whole body wax.

When he finally walked back in the house, I looked at him and asked, “Well?”

He smiled and asked, “Well what?”

“Did you do it?”

“Yes.”

“How far did you go?”

With a grin, he said, “Come on and I’ll show you.”

I followed him to the bed room and he undressed. He’d done the whole thing, legs, arms, chest, back, butt, and underarms. I just stood there looking at him and shaking my head. He asked, “You don’t like it?”

“No. I like it. You just surprised me by doing so much.”

“It did hurt to start with, but I just gritted my teeth and went through with it. Your girl is good, she made it as easy and quick as she could. And, I think she was having fun. She even wanted to do my eyebrows.”

“Chicken. You went this far. You should have let her finish.”

“The eyebrows?”

“Sure. Pretty, sexy, eyebrows.”

He just shook his head and proceeded to get dressed in his girls’ clothes. As he did, I thought that it was about time that we increased his wardrobe. A shorts outfit, one skirt, and one blouse just isn’t a good wardrobe.

As he was dressing, he also told me that my waxing esthetician had given him some body lotion that would help retard hair growth and had told him that he needed to exfoliate on a regular basis to help prevent ingrown hairs.

That night, in bed, I found out how much I liked his hairless body and I think he also found out how much I liked it.

Visits to my waxing esthetician soon became visits to his waxing esthetician. We’ve also done some serious shopping for more girls’ clothes for him and he now had a very nice wardrobe, not to mention another half dozen pairs of shoes.

One day a package arrived for him. He’d never told me that he was expecting anything and I was curious, but didn’t open it. When he came home, I gave him the package and waited for him to tell me what it was in it. He didn’t, so I finally asked, “What’s in the package?”

“You’ll see after dinner.”, he replied.

“Oh come on.”

“Nope after dinner.”

I looked at him with a fake little pout and headed to the kitchen to speed up dinner. After dinner as we were cleaning up, I said, “All right. Tell.”

“Tell what?”

“What’s in the package?”

“I told you that you’ll see. So, when we’re finished cleaning up, I’ve got to go to the bedroom for a while.”

“Go on. I’ll finish the dishes.”

“You’re that curious?”

“You know I am. Now go.”

He disappeared and I finished the dishes. When I was done, I went into the den to read and waited for David to come back. I figured that he was changing into some of his girls’ clothes, but he was taking longer then he normally did. I finally heard him come into the room and I turned around to look. I could only see him from the waist up and he was wearing a very pretty off the shoulder pink sweater and I didn’t see any bra straps. I knew he didn’t have a strapless bra, but didn’t think anything more about it. He walked further into the room and stood in front of me. Along with the sweater, he was wearing a pair of white shorts and his pair of opened toed sandals. From the neck down he looked like a girl.

He did a slow twirl and asked, “Well?”

“Well what?”, I asked.

“Do I have enough of a feminine figure for you now?”

I looked at him and there seemed to be more to his hips and butt. I asked, “What did you do?”

“Remember the padded panty in the stuff you read about making a feminine look?”

“Yea.”

“Think it helps?”

“Yea. It does. You do have a nice shape and that outfit shows it off.”

“I though it would.”

“You’re not wearing a bra. Are you?”

“No. Remember the adhesive we got.”

I’d almost forgotten about that, but said, “Yea.”

“It’s interesting not wearing a bra and feeling the weight and movement.”, he said and with a grin. Then he added, “I just hope the remover works.”

I looked him over very closely and his shape was almost perfect. I finally got a little smile and said, “It does look good on you. There’s one thing that would make it better.”

“What?”

“A waist cincher.”

“A waist cincher?”

“It would give you a really nice feminine waist.”

“I wondered about those.”

Later that evening as we were getting ready for bed, and David was undressing, I couldn’t help but stare at him. He asked, “Is something wrong?”

“No. I don’t think so.”

“Then why are you staring?”

“Seeing you standing there naked with breasts and a flat front like that is . . . is different.”

“Different?”

“Uh huh. Different. I’m seeing my husband, but . . . he has a feminine body. A very nice feminine body.”

Looking a little concerned as he asked, “Is it too much?”

“No. . . . Not at all. It’s just very interesting seeing your husband with a woman’s body. When I couldn’t see where the forms were attached to your body I was seeing a woman standing there. I knew it was you, but I saw a feminine you.”

“It is too much. Isn’t it?”

“No. Really I actually like it. You look good.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. But, . . . I think you need to go further.”

“Further?”

“You’ve gone this far exploring your feminine side and I think you need go the next step.”

“Next step?”

“To see what you would look like with a wig and makeup.”

“You’re kidding?”

“No. I’ve been watching you and I’ve seen a really feminine side to you when you’re dressed. I’m actually surprised that you haven’t wanted to try makeup and wig before. I really think you’d make a very pretty woman.”

As he walked over to the bed, where I was sitting, I couldn’t take my eyes off his breasts. They looked almost real. They moved like they were real. I wanted to touch them to see if they were real. His breasts! What am I thinking?

He sat down next to me and said, “Do you really think I’d make a pretty woman?”

“Yes.”, I replied, “You have a pretty body. Legs to die for. And, I’d bet with the right wig and proper makeup you would look good.”

“Do you want me to do that?”

“It’s more of, do you want to do it?”

“Maybe it’s more of, do we want me to do it?”

“I like seeing you happy, relaxing, and happy this way. It’s interesting seeing your transformation. Not only in body, but in mind. You become a different person. You almost become the girl that you look like.”

“Can you take me looking like a girl from head to toe?”

“I think. I like what I’m seeing so far. It’s still you. A feminine you, but you. Can you take it?”

“We’ve done a lot over the past few months. I like what’s been happening. I like looking like this, feeling the soft clothes, wearing the heels, feeling feminine. If you’ll help me, I’d like to try the wig and makeup.”

“You know I’ll help you, especially if it makes you happy.”

“No. Makes us happy. I don’t want to do anything that makes you unhappy.”

We hugged and the feeling of his breast pressing against mine was something else. Nothing bad. But, . . .

The following day we started looking on-line at various hair styles. We also tried to pick a color. I thought that with his blue eyes and light complexion that a blond, honey blond, or light brown might look good. He liked the darker colors, like a brunette or auburn. We bantered back and forth on this for a long time before I finally said, “We’re not getting anywhere with this. I think we need a professional’s opinion.”

“A professional. Like who?”, he asked.

“Maybe my hairdresser. He would know what would look good on you.”

“He?”

“You remember Peter. You met him that one time you picked me up.”

“Yea. I remember Peter. Someone else that would know about me. I don’t know.”

“Love. Hairdressers know all the dirt about their customers and if they want to keep them as customers they don’t tell.”

“I guess.”

“I’ll give him a call and see when he can see you.”

The following Saturday at eight in the morning we were walking into the salon where Peter worked. He’d agreed to meet us there before his first appointment. As we walked in, the receptionist greeted us and I told her that I had an appointment with Peter at eight for something special. She called back and Peter came to the front of the shop.

He greeted me with a hug and cheek kiss, and said “Beth. It’s great to see you.”

“Thanks Peter.”, I said, “It’s great seeing you too. This is David, my husband.”

“Oh yes, David. I remember you.”

He gave David the same welcome that he’d given me and I wasn’t too sure how David took it. But, I didn’t see any reaction on David’s face.

Peter then said, “So, it’s David that we’re looking at this morning.”

David looked at me, then glanced at the receptionist. I knew he wasn’t happy with what Peter had said in front of the receptionist.

I quietly said, “Yes. But, lets keep it between us.”

Peter whispered back, “Oh sorry. Mum’s the word.”

We followed Peter back to his work area and he had David sit in his chair. Then Peter asked, “What do you want to do?”

“Well.”, I said, “David’s a crossdresser and we want to find him a good wig, but we can’t settle of a good color for him. He wants something dark and I say something light would look better.”

“A crossdresser!”, Peter said a little excitedly, “That is so wonderful. I’ve got a couple of friends that are transsexuals. A good color. Hmm. Lets see, a good color for him?”

Peter looked closely at David and then said, “I think Beth is right. With your complexion and blue eyes a light color would be best a blond with some highlights.”

Peter then took a book off the shelf and started looking through it. He finally stopped at a page and showed it to me and asked, “How about one of these?”

Peter and I looked at the pictures, then at the same time we both pointed to the same one and said, “This one.”

“Ah.”, David said, “Hello. I’m still here.”

“Oh sorry.” Peter said as he took the book over to David. Then as he showed him the pictures, Peter pointed to one and said, “This color is just you. It’s called Creamsicle. It’s a butterscotch blond with platinum streaked highlights. It’ll bring out the blue in those gorgeous eyes of yours.”

I saw David look at it and the get his cute little smile. He then asked Peter, “How about a style?”

Again Peter stood back and looked at David, then said, “I think a straight cut with feathering just barely to your shoulders and bangs would just frame your face perfectly.”

Then Peter grabbed another book, turned to a page and showed it to David while saying, “She has almost the same facial features that you do. See how the cut frames her face? And, you can change it into other styles fairly easily.”

David said, “I like it.”

David looked at me and said, “Honey. What do you think?”

Peter showed me the book. I loved what I saw and said, “Honey. I think it’d be perfect for you especially in that color.”

David looked at Peter and said, “Can you do it for me?”

“Of course.”, Peter said, “We’ll have you looking perfect. I can have the wig here tomorrow and then we can style it for you.”

“Tomorrow sounds good.”

“Do you want human hair or synthetic?”

“What do you suggest?”

“The human hair. It’s more expensive, but it will look and feel better.”

David looked at me and just said, “Honey?”

“You’re in this for the long hall, aren’t you?”, I replied.

“You know I am.”

“I’d go for the human hair.”

David looked at Peter and with a smile, said, “You heard the lady.”

We thanked Peter and exchanged hugs again. Then as we were leaving we made an appointment for tomorrow at one in the afternoon.

As we started to drive home I asked David, “Now what do you want to do about makeup? ”

“Can you do it?”

“Maybe. But, we’ll need to get you your own makeup to match your eyes and coloring.”

“When can we do that?”

“Right now if you want.”

“Right now?”

“No time like the present.”

“I guess. Where?”

“The mall stores don’t open until ten, but we can stop at the food court and get a cup of coffee.”

“Why the mall and not just a drug store?”

“At the drug store it would be a hit or miss coming up with the right colors for you. At the mall we’ll be able to get it right the first time.”

We sat at the food court until ten then headed for my favorite store and my favorite cosmetics counter. David asked, “Where are we doing this?”

“At a cosmetics counter.”

“Not someone else knowing about me?”

“Love. These girls work on commission and don’t care who they sell to. I’m just hoping that the girl I’ve bought from is there. She’s fantastic.”

As we walked up to the cosmetic counter, I was happy to see the girl, Tammie, that I was hoping to see. She was a very pretty Asian girl and she knew her product line. She spotted me, smiled, and said, “Hello again. What can I help you with?”

“Not me. Him.”

“Oh. Makeup for a man?”

“No. Makeup to make a man look like a woman. Can you do that?”

At first Tammie gave me a quizzical look, then smiled and said, “Yes. It’s fun to do.”

“You’ve done it before?”

“Yes. Many times. The men are more fun to work with then most women.”

“What can you do for him?”

“What do we need?”

“Everything.”

“Are we looking for a day time or evening look?”

“Both.”

I saw her eyes light up as she said, “Come over here and lets have a look.”

We followed her over to a work station and she had David sit in her chair. She looked over his face very carefully, then said, “The first thing you should do is shape your eyebrows, they help frame the eye. I won’t do that, but you can have it done at a beauty salon or do it at home. But, I’d recommend the salon. Let me gather some things and we’ll get started.”

She was back in a short time with a number of things and said, “I’ll only do half of your face so that you can see the difference and we’ll do the day time look first then change that to an evening look.”

She went on to explain everything that she was using and doing starting with a product that helped conceal a lot of things including a man’s beard. David paid very close attention to everything that she was doing.

I watched as the right side of his face slowly transform from masculine too feminine. This girl was working magic on him and had picked the perfect colors for him. She even covered his one eyebrow with a heavy foundation and drew in what she thought would be a good look for him. When she was done, I was amazed at what I was seeing. The right side of his face didn’t look like David. It looked like a girl, a very pretty girl. The smile on David’s face said it all. He liked what he was seeing.

Tammie picked up a digital camera and as she took a couple pictures, she said, “Most of my customers like to have a picture to work from at home.”

David looked at her, smiled, and said, “That would be great. Thanks.”

“Now. Lets see what we can do for an evening look.”

She carefully cleaned off some of the makeup that she had used on his day time look and went to work on an evening look. The biggest difference was around his eyes. She went heavier with the eyeliner and mascara, darkened his eyebrow, and gave his eye a smoky look. She then changed his lipstick from a light shiny pink to a wine red with a darker lip liner and added a little gloss to the lower lip.

When she was done, he turned and looked at me and I could do nothing but stare. She’d made him look like a pretty girl with the day time look, but now he looked not only pretty, but sexy. David asked, “Is it all right?”

“Yea. . . . It’s more than all right. You look fantastic.”

He just smiled.

Tammie said, “He’s an easy one. His bone structure is really good and his skin is very nice.”

Before she removed his makeup, Tammie took another picture. Then as she was removing the makeup, which I think David was reluctant to have her do, she talked about taking care of his face. Using cleanses, moisturizers, and such. She cleansed his whole face, then moisturized it.

I knew Tammie made a nice commission on what she sold us. It felt like we had spent the national debt on makeup.

As we walked to the car I asked David, “So, what did you think?”

“It was interesting.”, he replied, “I loved the pampering. The feel and smell of the makeup, and the looks she had come up with.”

I smiled and said, “So did I. A very pretty girl.”

“Maybe, too pretty?”

“Here’s no such thing. But, we can’t call you David when you look that pretty. Have you ever thought about a feminine name for yourself?”

“No.”

“I guess we need to. Any ideas?”

“Not really. You?”

“Don’t know. Let me think on it.”

As we pulled into the garage, I said, “How about Dana for a feminine name. It’s close to David and it’s short and sweet.”

“Dana.”, David repeated, “Yea. I like that.”

“And, if you need a different last name we’ll just use my maiden name.”

“Dana Wolfe. It’s got a nice sound to it.”

After lunch David asked, “What can we do about my eyebrows?”

“Well.”, I said, “We can do like the makeup girl suggested. Go to a salon and get them waxed.”

“That may be too much all at once. I still have to go to work and school. Maybe do them here and slowly.”

“Slowly.”

“Yea. I read where some people just do a little bit every few days and no one notices the gradual change.”

“We can do that. We can start by just cleaning them up a little and then slowly shape them to what you want.”

That evening we started working on his eyebrows. I started by removing some of the stray hairs, then I carefully trimmed the longer ones. I used the tried and true way of measuring where his eyebrow should start and end, and then remove what was over the bridge of his nose. That cleaned them up a lot.

While I was working, we talked, first about nothing much, then I asked, “Why have you shifted into high gear?”

“High gear?”, he asked.

“Yea. Before you were happy to just underdress in just panties and a bra, but now you want the whole store. What changed?”

“I guess some of the things that I’ve read have opened my eyes. But, most of all I have support.”

“Support?”

“Yea. You. You’re the most important thing in my life. When I told you about my dressing, I was so worried about what you might do. But, you surprised me and I think that you like me to dress as much as I like to do it. You’ve taken me shopping for clothes, to buy a wig, and to see about makeup. Without you I’d never have done those things. You go through this life once and I’m so glad that I’m doing it with you. I love you. I really love you.”

I just sat there and looked at him for a long time, then said, “Honey. I’ve always loved you. This dressing is just a part of you and I love everything about you. Why I like it as much as I do, I haven’t figured out yet. But, it makes you happy and that makes me happy.”

We hugged for a long time, then we shared a deep kiss.

The following day just before one we walked into the salon where Peter works. The receptionist called him and when he came to the waiting area he greeted both of us with a hug and cheek kiss. Then as we were walking back to his work area he said, “You are just going to love this wig. It’s just perfect.”

He had David sit in his chair and put a protective cape on him. He then took the wig out of a box and showed it to us. Peter was right. It was very pretty. Then Peter took a wig cap and placed it on David’s head and carefully tucked all of David’s hair under it. He then carefully placed the wig on David’s head and stood back to look at it. He adjusted it a little, then looked at me and asked, “Is this what you had in mind?”

I couldn’t believe the change that just putting this wig on David made. With just the wig on, he looked like a girl and it wasn’t even styled yet. I said, “Peter that is so cute.”

Peter turned the chair so David cold see himself in a mirror and the look on his face was priceless. He just beamed. Peter, with a smile, said, “It is cute, but wait until I style it. It’ll be cute and sexy.”

Peter then turned the chair so that David couldn’t watch him work and in a loud whisper said, “I want it to be a surprise.”

Peter used bobby pins to pin the wig to the wig cap, and started styling the wig. Half an hour later Peter stood back and took a good look at David’s hair. He used his fingers to fluff it a little and smiled. I looked at David and also smiled. Talk about a cute and sexy look. Peter had out done himself.

David asked, “Can I see?”

Peter turned the chair so that he could and I watched David’s face as he just started to grin, then he said, “Peter it’s fantastic.”

“I know.”, Peter said.

As Peter was removing the wig from David’s head, he told us how to care for it. Then he put the wig on a foam head and into a tall box, and as we were walking to the front of the salon Peter told us that the wig could be restyled if we liked and extensions add if need be.

We thanked Peter for all his hard work, and again the hugs and cheek kisses as we left. Peter asked us to come back sometime when David was completely dressed and show him. I assured him that we would.

As we walked to the car, David said, “Go out dressed?”

“What do you mean?”

“When Peter asked us to come back when I was dressed, you told him we would. I don’t plan on going out.”

“I know. I was just being nice.”

David was quiet on the drive home and after we were home I asked, “Why so quiet?”

He quietly said, “I was just thinking.”

“Care to share?”

“I was just thinking about how feminine I looked with just the wig on.”

“I know. You looked really nice.”

“Yea.”

“Something wrong?”

“No. I’m just wondering why I can look so good as a girl?”

“Lover. Don’t worry about why. Just enjoy that you can do it and like doing it.”

He looked at me, smiled, and said, “I love you.”

“Why?”

“Because you understand me.”

“I do?”

It was two days before David asked me to help him put on the wig. He was fully dressed, breast forms, the padded panty, and had put on a very cute blouse and skirt outfit, along with a pair of three inch heels. I had him sit on the chair at my dressing table and I slipped the wig cap on his head, tucked his hair under it, and carefully placed the wig on his head. I fussed with it for a few seconds and stood back to take a look. Sitting at my dressing table was Dana. David had disappeared.

I said, “Take a look Dana.”

As he turned around to look, he said, “Dana?”

The look on his, or her, face was just precious. It was like someone seeing them self for the first time. He just looked for a long time and then smiled.

I wanted to add some makeup, so I asked, “Can I do something.”

“Sure. Anything.”

“Turn around.”

He turned around and I took a few items from the drawer that we had set aside for his makeup. I didn’t want to do too much. I first used a little mascara to lightly do his eyelashes. Then a little eyebrow pencil. We still had a ways to go with his eyebrows before they were they way he wanted them. Then I carefully outlined his lips with the lip liner that matched his light shiny pink lipstick. Then I added the lipstick. I stood back and looked at him. It needed something. What?

He asked, “Something wrong?”

“Not really.”, I replied, “It just want to try something.”

“What?”

“I’m not sure. But, . . . Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

I ran to the den and went digging through the desk. I found what I wanted and went back to the bedroom. As I walked in, David asked, “What did you get?”

“Do you remember the pair of cheap glasses that I got at the drugstore when I broke mine last year?”

“Yea. The ones you got so that you could read until yours were replaced.”

“I thought that they might add something to your look.”

He looked at me a little questioningly, and said, “But, I don’t wear glasses.”

“I know. But, Dana just might look good in them. Just try them.”

“All right.”

I didn’t want to mess up his hair, so I carefully placed the glasses on David’s face. These glasses were a frameless pair with rectangle lenses, and had a very low magnification to them.