CHAPTER 6 - What to Wear, Decisions, Decisions

Ellen knew what she had to do and she was sure that George was going to hate it. After the weeks of total immersion brainwashing George with the concept of blending in as a woman, now she had to change directions and let the world know there were two hot babes living in room 167. This worked out best for Ellen as she was going stir crazy and needed to get out. It was going to be tricky to convince Heather that it was to his benefit to stop hiding his light under a bushel and instead flaunt his femininity. This will take every trick she had in her basket of feminine wiles.

She stopped in the gift shop and bought two ladies bathing suits and carried them back to the room. Upon entering, the first thing Ellen did was create a makeup station in their room, in front of a large mirror. Then she drew back the drapes flooding the room in bright sunlight. While Heather watched in bewilderment. Ellen just told him to stay out of her way. Despite the fact people could see into their room by opening the drapes, it provided lots of good natural light for what Ellen wanted.

Ellen dragged her roommate over to the makeup station. She sat Heather down on the chair to have a talk. He was nervous and knew from her body language he wasn't going to like what she had to say. Ellen started by relaying her concerns about what she had heard from the hotel staff. Having laid the groundwork, she played her hand like a professional card shark. Saying if they didn’t do something the staff might go to the police. When he asked what she had in mind, her initial suggestion was that they be viewed by dozens of people getting some sun by the pool. They could order drinks so the staff would be involved in a closeup interaction. She pointed out the pool was the focal point of activity for hotel guests; thus, they would surely be seen. George turned pale and about had apoplexy as he sputtered like an outboard motor making it clear he was not up to that. Ellen was prepared and suggested an alternative plan. They could go out on the nearly empty beach and sun themselves for an afternoon. That suggestion was also met with a definite 'no'. She was just happy that Heather had not yelled it at her.

Ellen had come prepared for an argument and did not play entirely fair with her husband. She played her trump card and implied that, if he didn't agree to her plan, she was sure the staff would report that there was something strange going on at the motel to the police. If he was discovered and arrested, she would be charged as being an accomplice in his escape. Ellen shed a crocodile tear saying, "He had shown he had what it took to get by in jail. She didn’t have that stern a makeup and wouldn't survive prison. The last thing she wanted was their baby being born behind bars."

That had brought her an initial victory as George made it clear he was willing to go back to jail if necessary, but would do anything to keep his wife safe. If that meant embarrassing himself, so be it. Reluctantly, George gave in with the one stipulation; he did not want the suit to be outrageous.

Everything was going along smoothly until she held up the first of the swimsuits, she had purchased at the hotel gift shop. It was a cute, if skimpy, bikini that would certainly be flattering to any woman who had the nerve to wear it.

She held up a cobalt blue string bikini. It was actually just three small triangular pieces of nylon connected by elastic shards of cord. If the three bits of cloth were sown together it wouldn’t make a decent sized handkerchief.

George sat and starred in disbelieve. "But it's so small!" he whimpered.

Ellen smiled, "Of course. It's designed to give your boobs and buns plenty of sun time. After all that is one of the reasons women wear bikinis, you know the other but let’s not go there."

George snorted, "You've got to be kidding! You know that I can't wear a bikini. Even if little George was not noticeable, I can't have tan lines showing that I spent time in the sun in a bikini."

Ellen had to suppress a grin at that particular argument.

"Don't be a party pooper. Tan lines are the least of our worries. Heather needs to be seen. This will certainly ensure she is seen. I bet it will be rememberable enough no one will forget the experience. I know you aren't happy with the bikini, but this is a resort gift shop not a mall. My choices were rather limited."

George shook his head as if he could not believe that Ellen would even suggest something like that.

He tried to show a backbone and pronounced, "That thing is just not practical."

Pointing to his crotch, "Even if we solve this little problem what I have on my chest will look ridiculous in a bikini top. You keep forgetting I don't have any boobs, just tiny lumps."

Ellen smiled, "Dear, women with gigantic hooters look foolish or trashy in something like this. They aren't designed to support anything substantial. Dear, your female bosom is quite attractive. Don’t be ashamed of them. Girls with figures like yours are what the string bikini was designed for. We’ll just draw them taut over your limited assets. Trust me, you will look like a real beach bunny."

George was still skeptical, "You can say whatever you want, but there is no way I am wearing that in public. Your boob argument aside, there is no way I could get away with wearing the bikini bottom. It would put everything on display and it would be obvious that Heather is not of the female persuasion."

Poor naive George puffed up thinking he had won one for a change.

Ellen ignored George's argument for the moment and tried to get back to the main point by saying, "Honey, think of the big picture. There is no way anyone would associate your mug shot with a woman wearing a string bikini. If they see Heather strutting her stuff, they will not be thinking about George's pictures. They will be drooling over the hot girl with the cute figure."

George responded indignantly, "The last thing I want is someone ogling me, I thought our objective from the first was to blend in. Not stand out."

"George," Ellen pleaded. "If Heather is not seen outside even a little bit, the staff is going to wonder about her. If they start thinking about her too much, they may begin to connect her appearance with the pictures the police were showing around. The best thing to do is to hide in plain sight."

"I understand that logic, but that outfit puts a little too much of me in sight."

Ellen paused as if in thought and gave him a satisfied smile as she held up the string bikini, "I guess you are right that this is a bit too risqué?"

George began to swell with pride thinking he had won the debate. Then he thought something was fishy, Ellen never gave up a dispute that easily.

Not giving him time to think, Ellen smugly declared, "If you reject this suit, then I will wear it. So, it's your choice. What's it to be; you or me?"

It took his breath away; the string bikini was merely three tiny triangles. He wouldn't be caught dead wearing it but, on the other hand, his wife wearing it would attract all sorts of attention. He wasn't ready to share her body with the world.

He frowned as he said, "On you, it would drive any man wild. I would be jealous as hell watching guys eyeballing you in that."

An infectious grin stayed on her face as she retorted, "So what is it honey, you or me?"

The bottom had just dropped out of his world, "Come on Ellen I can’t make a choice like that."

They both knew that it was more a matter that George did not want to make that decision.

George stood his ground. "I just can't wear that! Isn’t there another more conservative option?"

"Well maybe you are right. I guess I will have to wear it." Ellen's tone was purposely pitched to sound resigned to her fate. The truth was that she would be quite happy wearing it, even though her breasts would stand out much more under those tiny triangles which would almost cover her areolas.

The look on George's face conveyed what he thought about someone lusting after Heather’s ass and chest. He was lost for words.

Ellen gave an elaborate shrug. She really wanted to see Heather in the string bikini, but she knew that she could not force the issue, it was a decision he would have to make on his own.

"So, who is it to be you or me? Fish or cut bait. We are burning sun."

He couldn’t bring himself to say it so he pointed at Ellen. "Now that's settled, we still need to decide what to do about you. You can't go out there in just swim trunks." Ellen stated. "You’re too top heavy for that right now."

"I know," George snapped. "I can't wear just trunks like a guy my boobs may be small but they are still noticeable. Yet I can't wear a bikini because of my boy parts." George thought that the matter was closed and that he was safe.

"I do have a solution though," Ellen gleefully replied, "This will let you go out and not look out of place."

"Okay, that sounds good," George stated. Ellen kept the smile off her face as she held up a one-piece swimsuit from the bag on the bed. It was a vivid paisley print suit in a backless woman's one-piece body shaping style, with a low-cut plunging neckline. Ellen apologized saying, "It was the only one piece in the shop. Here try it on, let's see if it fits." He was hardly happy with the paisley pattern, but the one-piece style would do a lot to preserve George's modesty.

She could see that George regarded this swimsuit with as much abhorrence as the bikini and that he was preparing to decline this option as well.

She spoke up to override his expected rejection. "It's this or you go topless. You only have to go out for a little while Heather just long enough to be seen by the resort staff," she said in a reassuring manner.

She really wanted to see him in a bikini, because just the thought of it got her newly discovered lesbian juices flowing. "I guarantee that you will not look out of place in it. We will just tell anyone who asks that you are embarrassed to show too much skin but that you wanted to enjoy some of the Mexican sun."

George really did not want to be seen in public as a girl or woman any more than he had to, but Ellen's report that the police were starting to look in this area as well as in the north near the border meant that they could be in danger of discovery. Ellen handed him the suit and taunted, "Stop stalling and Heather up. Try this on." Grudgingly, he took the suit from Ellen and went into the bathroom and closed the door.

Behind the closed door, George grabbed the suit and pulled it up and tucked his little friend between his legs hoping that the suit would hold him there. He put his arms through the top straps. It was immediately apparent this wasn't going to work. It was blatantly obvious it wasn't suitable because it was several sizes too large for his emaciated body. It was clearly intended for a full-figured tourist. Heather didn't have enough on top to make a realistic impression. It was too baggy around the middle. More importantly it wasn't tight enough in the crotch to hold his male parts back.

As he exited the bathroom, he felt mortified. Ellen couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, dear me that will never work. Come over here and let me check the size."

Examining the size tag, she admitted, "No wonder it doesn't fit it's a size 14 and you are probably a 10 at most, more likely an 8. I didn’t look at the label, I was hoping since it was elastic it would fit. You stay here while I go exchange it for something more suitable."

On the way to the gift shop Ellen had to think fast. First off, she was delighted to be the one wearing the bikini. It was the sexist beachwear she had ever seen. She was sure it would be outlawed in the states. She said to herself, 'The top triangles will almost cover her nipples, it will drive George nuts. Wearing that, I will be sexier than if I was nude. I knew the only way George would ever let me wear this was by offering it first to him. I love it when a plan comes together.'

Ellen browsed through the selections in the gift shop. Eventually she found something that would work and it had her doing mental cartwheels of joy.

The suit was a black mesh high neck bikini top. She had already decided Heather was going to need to wear his breast forms and this would successfully hide the edges on the forms and was substantial enough to hold his fax breasts in place. It also came with an elastic low-rise bottom that promised to lift and separate the wearer's buns. It was tight enough to hold his masculine bulge in place. Together, the two pieces would accentuate Heather's best features; leaving her slim waist fully exposed while drawing attention to her tight buns and long legs.

Always a creative person, at the checkout counter, she noticed some impulse items that would complete Heather's transformation, a bottle of super glue and a tube of trail mix.

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She paid for her purchases and skipped back to their room to show Heather what he would be wearing to the beach that afternoon.

Once in the room she cut both ends of the plastic tube holding the trail mix and emptied the contents into a bowl. It took some persuasion and a little arm twisting but she finally got George to lie back on the bed and spread his legs. She slid the empty plastic granola bag over his penis. Pushing his balls up into their cavities, she then pulled his penis back toward the rear. The super glue fastened the bag to the under sides of his ass cheeks and she used the skin of his empty ball sack to form realistic labia lips. She was gratified to see he had what appeared to be a very believable Venus mound complete with realistic looking pussy lips. She smiled to herself, as there were no dangly bits to spoil the look. He will be using his man thing only to go wee-wee until he is released.

George was speechless. He couldn’t believe the things he let Ellen do to him. This was a low as it could go. He hoped. Now he even looked like a girl between my legs! He had what appeared to be a slit where a penis belongs!

Ellen closely examined her handiwork. Granted, it couldn't hold up to a close examination, but without physically probing his crotch, no one could tell otherwise. It visually looked authentic exactly like a female sexual organ, externally at least. She imagined a man probing Heathers crotch. If the hand just skimmed the surface Heathers secret would be safe.

George pondered, ‘How am I gonna pee?’

After a bit of exploring, he sighed in relief as he had initially thought that she had "sealed him up". He could feel that enough of the slit was open near the bottom to piss out of. He could feel the head of his penis nestled just inside. While he was concerned about this Ellen retrieved the realistic breast forms from her suit case and was about to glue them firmly on his chest. Needless to say, George objected stridently. Ellen held him on the bed and explained something he hadn’t thought about. "The staff had seen a well-developed Heather at check in. Having her show up with teeny tits would only open Pandora's Box of questions. This is the only way to keep your cover."

Before he had a chance to complain further. She glued them in place. Once the glue had set, he got a better look at the latex prosthetics glued onto him, it was amazing how lifelike they actually looked. He was certain that when they were stuffed in a bra they would act like the real thing. Now glued to his chest they looked totally realistic. The latex was skin colored and unless you looked closely you couldn’t tell where his skin ended and the latex started. Reaching up he held them, they sure felt like the real thing that scared him even more. She had him stand and walk to ensure the glue would hold. When he walked the breast, forms seemed to have a mind of their own as they bobbed and swayed wildly with each step. Which George found to be wildly disturbing. If he was a man watching Heather walk, he would be excited.

George stood with his heart beating furiously. He put up a fuss at the concept that he was going out in public with what were in his eyes attributes that their primary purpose was to attract male attention.

"Get used to them ducky, for the foreseeable future you’ve got tits. They won’t be coming off any time soon. They are waterproof and one with your skin. Externally, it would take a doctor to realize that you aren’t a genetic female."

George collapsed onto the bed and began to sob uncontrollably. Ellen didn’t anticipate his emotional melt down, she waited to see what he was going to do. His sobs and sniffling punctuate the silence between them. He finally composed himself enough to ask, "How long will I be stuck with these abominations?"

Ellen calmed his objections by explaining, "First off they are not abominations, they make you look authentic. Get accustomed to them as they aren’t going anywhere soon."

Ellen calmed his objections somewhat by explaining, "Without a solvent, from what I have read they should last until you shed a layer of skin. It will be between ten to twelve days!"

She was disappointed when he bashfully went into the bathroom to change in private. Ellen would have preferred to have George change in the room with her watching him strip down and pull on the suit. It was an erotic image in her mind. She realized that the best sex organ in the body was the mind. Wisely, she knew that pushing him too far would probably keep her from getting him into the suit and on to the beach.

George remained in the bathroom for over half an hour, but he replied that he was fine when Ellen asked if he needed any help. While he was in there, Ellen quickly got herself ready. Her bikini fitted like a dream. She admired herself in the mirror, telling herself that she could probably give those SI swimsuit models a run for their money. After a touch of makeup, she put her hair into the ever present scrunchie. She sat and impatiently waited for Heather's emergence, occasionally encouraging him to hurry up.

Heather finally stuck just his head out of the bathroom, afraid to make his grand appearance. He saw his wife in that incredibly sexy bikini. He took one look at his wife in her suit and he was in lust. To say she looked radiant would be an understatement.

"Sweetheart, I haven't seen you looking this good since our wedding day."

Ellen smiled at him. "I know. My Navy Seal, Derrick has been working me out endlessly. He's a hard task master. Some days, after our aerobics, I have trouble making it to the shower."

Heather's eyes narrowed. "You seem to be spending a lot of time with Derrick"

Ellen nodded. "Now that you mention it, I do see a lot of him. Aside from our daily rendezvous at the gym. He stops by the office a couple times a week and takes us out to lunch."

"That sounds a lot like a date."

"Don't be silly, we’re just workout partners. He has taken me out for a drink a couple of times but it was nothing more than two friends having a social drink together. We eat together because as he puts it, he has become my consigliere. As such, he wants me to watch what I eat and drink."

"Is it just the two of you?"

"Not always, depending on our workload, Nancy tags along. Now if the inquisition is over, get your ass out here."

He opened the door all the way and stepped out of the bathroom. He stood there in the tiny bathing suit feeling totally exposed and humiliated. He couldn't even look Ellen in the eyes. His vision dropped to the floor. He humbly stared down, and was shocked that his view to his feet was block by the twin mounds on his chest that were pushed out obscenely by his bikini top.

Ellen wasn’t prepared for what she saw standing there, "Holy shit!" she exclaimed.

Her voice startled him. Ellen clapped her hands and gave a wolf whistle which brought George up short.

"Honey, you look simply fabulous." George allowed himself a derisive snort. Which Ellen diplomatically ignored as she ordered, "Turn around and let me see how your look from the rear."

George felt like he was a wounded gazelle about to be devoured by a hungry lion. With his back to Ellen, she tightened the straps on his top, they were so snug his fax nipples tented out the mesh top. Then she hiked up his shorts. George found himself in a tiny thong with a triangle of material of nylon that barely covered his genitals. To make it worse, a thin cord was drawn up between the plump globes of his ass and rubbed disturbingly on his back door.

Ellen knelt on the floor to get a better perspective of his genitals. George looked down at her and joked, "If Mr. Happy gets any smaller, we'll have to start calling it Ms. Happy."

Ellen was relieved he still had a sense of humor. Leaning back a few inches she was rewarded by a view of what appeared to be a very believable mons Venus. There was nothing androgynous about his look now, he was all girl. She told him, "Dear you look incredible, a total man magnet."

"I don’t care what I look like. My sexual orientation will never change."

Ellen laughed, "That’s good to hear I can trust you in a men’s room, but I will insist on escorting you every time you visit the girl’s room."

Heather quipped back, "Isn’t that why woman always go in pairs."

He did not know it, but tonight Heather, not George, was going to be ravaged something fierce, by Ellen.

Trying to convey confidence Ellen smiled at her husband and said, "Ducky, I know you are worried. But in my opinion, this is needed to protect us from detection. Just trust me on this one."

He took a seat on the bed to wait and subconsciously crossed his legs at the knees. He found that funnily enough, now that his 'bits' were safely tucked away, it wasn't so uncomfortable for him to sit in this female fashion.

Satisfied with the way his suit fit, she went to work on his face. She plucked and trimmed his eyebrows some more to arch them. Then she added a touch of eyeshadow and mascara and a coating of lipstick which was enough for a day at the beach. She started to put his wig on but realized it was too hot for that. She parted his longish hair in the middle and gave him a pretty set of bangs. She wished she had a curling iron, but alas that wasn’t to be at the moment.

She left him standing in front of the mirror while she gathered the things they would need for the beach. He just stood waiting, his emotions all addled. Unsure of where this was all going to lead.

Satisfied, Ellen realized they were two beach bunnies, she was a 10. While sadly, her husband’s total package was only a ‘5’ at best.

Ellen clapped; she was so excited. "Well ready or not it is time for your big reveal!"

Grabbing two towels, she pushed him out the door toward the white sand beach. George grabbed Ellen's arm as a lifeline. Twenty yards from the surf she spread the towels out and they lay side by side enjoying the sunshine.

Twenty minutes into their tanning session, Ellen had to remind Heather to occasionally rotate sides so he didn’t get sunburn. He found lying on his stomach was uncomfortable, so he spent the majority of his time on his back or his side.

After about an hour, two boisterous American men came out carrying a cooler of what was obviously beer. They put their stuff down within yards of Ellen. The first thing they did was introduce themselves as Bill and Mike. Then Bill, the apparent ring leader, offered Ellen and Heather one of their beers. Heather turned her head away while Ellen answered for both of them and politely said, "No thank you."

The fellows obviously had been drinking and wouldn’t take no for an answer, "Come on babe, don't give me any attitude. I'm just trying to be friendly. There are two of us good looking guys and two pieces of tail. It seems we have the makings for a real party. We’ll show you girls a good time if you give us a chance."

Ellen answered with a glare and turned away from him.

The two jerks took the hint and sat down 10 feet away and attacked their stockpile of beer with gusto. After they finished their bottles, they picked up a frisbee and tossed it around. They were loud and annoying but kept to themselves. At least until the disk was thrown toward a sleeping Heather.

Mike came flying over trying to make the catch. He slid next to Heather, showering her in sand and missing the frisbee that hit Heather a glancing blow in the forehead. He staggered to his feet, and stood over a startled Heather. He grinned insanely and said, "Sorry about that tootsie, no harm no foul. Let me clean you up."

Then with a mischievous smile he bent over and with his hand lightly rubbed it back and forth on her breasts, abstemiously to brush the sand off Heather's chest. Heather did not react immediately at first because he failed to feel the invaders molesting his silicon chest. When he noticed what was going on, he was reluctant to say anything so he merely slapped his hand away.

Ellen yelled, "Get your hands off her!"

"What's your problem lady? I didn't hear her complain."

"Just get away from us!" ordered Ellen

"You two dykes enjoy yourselves. You’ll never know what you’re missing."

He picked up his frisbee and walked toward the surf where his grinning friend was waiting. They continued their game of catch.

Heather still covered in sand rolled to her side and whispered to Ellen. "I'm going to get washed off. I'll be right back."

Heather stood and brushed off what she could and walked toward the water, taking a path well to the right of the twin idiots. She was a good 10 yards to Mike's rear when Bill sent the frisbee sailing right for her. Just as Heather reached the surf line Mike came charging at her and bowled her over knocking her into the waist deep water. George was stunned from the collision and lay in waist deep water the waves washing over him. Then he felt a hand slide under his ass and it was used to lift him to his feet. George let out an involuntary girly shriek when the hand didn't leave rather it started probing between his legs.

Ellen came running. When she got to the two, Heather was struggling to free herself from Mike. The macho jerk watched Ellen's approach with amusement and wrapped both arms tightly around the uglier of the two bimbos and lifted her up. Feet off the ground she was flailing wildly trying to escape.