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I often wonder who watches Springer and other such programmes, and more puzzling, who for a free night away would consider having the world sticking it's nose into their lives. Clearly a lot do. It also gave me the idea for this unrealistic fantasy :)

I came home to find my partner watching Jerry Springer, not her usual viewing I know but she was transfixed by the characters who would put themselves forward as people prepared to have the nation see them, possibly laugh at them, most certainly question their judgement. At a glance I noticed two women being interviewed, but then as I listened it was clear one of them was a man from what was being said, but not from how they looked. I went to make myself a coffee and came back in to find her still there, glued to the screen.
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'This is incredible, one of them is a man, can you guess which?' she asked me.

'Well no they both look great, it must be a wind up, it will be two women wanting to make a few quid off the programme by pretending one is a man.'

'No Springer says they have been checked out and the one on the left is really called Chris Norris.'

'Fascinating' I said sarcastically.

The programme ended, then I noticed she was looking at me oddly.

'Come on then, what is it'

'I reckon you would make a good looking woman.'

'No I wouldn't, I have man bits and no woman bits, and I am not having some doctor chop me about to alter that'

'No without anything drastic, you could pass as a woman.'

'As easily as you could as a man you mean.'

'You think I can't be masculine then'

'I was not saying that' this was getting out of hand and I just wished I could put the shovel down and stop digging the hole any deeper. Carrie is a great girl, a bit taller than me, but then I am bit short at 5'5", and she keeps fit, so has a pretty well developed muscled body. But she is not butch, her face is pretty and has lovely neat hair.-----

'Tell you what, tomorrow night we are going out as two guys.'

'What?'.....'Why?'

'To prove something to you and me'

'What?'

'I don't know, but I just fancy dressing up as a man and see how it feels'

'Ok, tomorrow we can go down the pub and we see if you get served beer in a pint glass or a ladies glass'

Deep inside I dreaded her being successful because I just knew she would then want me to dress as a woman. It was going to be a long 24 hours.

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I got home from work the next day, was about to flop in the armchair when a dark haired man walked in the room, it took nano seconds for me to recognise her but it was enough for her to sense success. Gone was my blonde girlfriend, before me was a man complete in pale chinos, brogues, blue and white shirt giving no hint of anything but a flat chest, her face even had a darkness on the chin, and like I said dark hair tucked behind her ears, ear rings completely gone, she even smelt of aftershave.

'Well say something' a rather husky voice enquired. 'Good eh?'

'I suppose so, not sure what to say, I can't call you Carrie now it seems wrong'

'I thought Carl, what do you think?'

'I think I am sunk, can I get a drink and change before we go out?'

'Off course......mate' well she could hardly call me dear or sweetheart could she.

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I drove us out to a country pub and with her by my side ordered two lagers, 'pints or halves?' the woman behind the bar asked 'halves' Carl replied. We got two beers in identical straight glasses. We took a table and she drank to her success.

'Let's try another pub' she suggested.

'I could really do with something to eat'

'Fine, let's go to the indian'

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At the restaurant she was treated just like me, no pulling the chair out for her, no stemmed glass, no fawning over her. We were just two blokes out for a curry. By the time we were home she was so excited with her success that it took a good half hour before she was calm enough to be ready for bed, which in itself was odd. I had just spent the evening with my partner looking very unsexy and now she was getting into bed with me, it just did not work for me, and after a cursory kiss rolled over and went to sleep.

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That was Thursday evening, so with dread I imagined it my was turn on Friday night. But I came home to find her still dark haired but in jeans and a loose jumper, looking quite normal but still there was the masculine edge.

'My turn I guess then'

'Well yes it is your turn, but not tonight, I have been out and got a few things but it took me the best part of the day to transform myself into Carl, so I thought maybe Saturday would be a better day, plenty of time you see'

'Oh'

'Made your favourite for tea'

'Thanks' I said without enthusiasm. I now had all night to worry about what she was going to do to me, and would I look as convincing as she had, I dreaded to think that I might.

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Come Saturday morning I was awake early and slipped downstairs to make breakfast. Before I had finished she appeared in my towelling robe carrying her satin one.

'Get you in the mood, slip this on' I did and felt a shiver run over my skin, it was so soft and sensual. She must have noticed. 'Nice isn't it' I passed her some toast without comment.

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From then on my Saturday was one shock or new experience after another. The first shock was to see you body hair wash away down the drain, the next new experience was to massage miosturiser into my skin then put the satin robe back on. Even better than before. I then had to master fastening a bra, getting all my male bits into panties and pulling on tights. Then I dressed in a dark blue pleated skirt of hers and grey woollen twin set which hugged my newly redefined chest shape. Last she gave me some low heels shoes to put on my feet, before making me sit down so she could make up my face and fix a wig to my head. At last we were done, she stood back and then came back to hug me.

'You look fantastic'

I got up and looked in the door mirror, fantastic was not the first word to spring to my mind, more OMG she could be right, deal with it, were the thoughts that crashed through my mind.

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I had no idea what to do next, so when Carrie said we should get the house work done, I just felt I might as well, so went to the kitchen to start clearing up and cleaning.

'Do you want to come shopping?' she asked.

I tried to seem calm, 'No you go on your own this time, I will get on with things here' and gave her a smile.

'Right then, see you later darling' she picked up my jacket and wallet, then gave me a kiss and squeezed my bum.

I said 'What?' rather to high as I moved my hand to my back so I could move the offending hand.

'Cute, do you not like being fanciable?'

'Go and do the shopping' I said trying to end this moment.

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Just before lunch Carrie returned with the carrier bags loaded with her purchases. I was helping put the groceries away when I came across an odd box. 'Oh I was wondering where those had gone' she took it from my hands 'sit down and we shall make your fingers look fantastic as well' I looked at her, worried what she meant, I had worked out the box contained nail tips. It took a while to sort out the correct sizes and then glue and paint them a deep pink colour. I did not admit the longer nails did make my fingers look better, but my liking of them was short lived as I started helping with lunch once the varnish had dried. I was unable to use my fingers in any ways that I was familiar with, so had to work out ways of doing things now my finger tips were restricted by the long nails. All Carrie could do was smile as I struggled. This was all getting too much, as was coping with the long hair that straying into my face, not to mention the skirt wafting around my legs making me reconsider how I moved particularly when I went to pick things up, the increased height had caused me to bump my head unexpectedly on a door frame I normally walk through. I was definitely beginning to think she had got the easier of transformation, well being a bloke is just easy, even I can do it without thinking.

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We were done with the cleaning by mid afternoon and relaxing with a tea, when Carrie asked were I fancied going that evening.

'Good film on the box tonight and a take away would be fine by me'

She smiled back at me 'You know that is not what I mean. I did it, so now it's your turn, besides I have a few more treats for you'

I dared to ask 'treats? like what?'

'You will never know unless you keep your side of the bargian'

'do I have choice?'

'not really'

'thought not' I was resigned to my fate and finding out what her treat might be.

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I spent the afternoon watching moto GP, then she came in with a bottle of wine and poured two glasses. 'do you want to go out with Carl or Carrie tonight?'

I had not considered this option 'I don't know, rather too worried about going out as a woman to have thought about you. Which do you fancy?'

'I thought I could be your boyfriend for a change, any objections?'

'Guess not' and that was it the evening was set. We drank our glasses, had some snacks and drank some more while we sat together watching the football results.

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'Right then Stephanie time you was making yourself beautiful'

'Beautiful will be a challenge, can we go for not embarrassing' smiled at her then gave her a kiss.

With that she took me by the hand to our bedroom, there I stripped while she got out want she wanted me to wear that evening. I was down to bra and panties and feeling oddly naked, happy to wrap myself in the satin robe once more.

'You like that don't you?'

'There is a bit of a chill' I hoped might be enough of an excuse.

She then stroked my leg through the satin and a very clear bump appeared at the top of my leg. 'See you do like it'

'Stop it please, that is not helping'

'Now we have a problem, I don't want my girlfriend having a bulge down there' she had not removed her hand and was moving it further up my thigh.

'Please stop'

'I could make it limp, or do you want to handle it?'

Just at the wrong moment I let out a low moan, this was hard to not respond. Next thing I know her hand is wrapped around my penis and the satin is having it's expected response. I was going to brush her hand away, but she bobbed down and kissed the tip, and after a little more attention I had exploded.

'sorted' she just stood up and smiled at me 'better wash yourself now'

How awkward, she had me completely in her control then and I could do nothing to stop her, but the satin and blow had been so nice I was not going to kick up a fuss.

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Cleaned up I returned to the bedroom, to see more wine in the glass. 'Right time to get ready, I have some clothes for you so you can dress as the woman you would like to take out, and I have looked out some clothes so I can look like the sort of man I would like to be seen with. Fair?'

'I suppose so' thinking I could imagine some of the outfits I had tried to get Carrie to wear in the past. I had my next novel experience, wearing a suspender and stockings. The fresh panties were holding any resurgent bulge in place. Next she brushed mousse through the hair and blow dried it into a big curly mass, without the earlier clips this was going to be even more in my face. Next she applied cosmetics to my face, this time detailing what she was doing and getting me to use the brushes to apply them. I had thought the earlier make up disguised my features well, but now, I had defined cheekbones, sultry eyes and lips that looked so kissable I was shocked.

'You like?'

'On you, yes'

'No, on you, I saw you smile. One last thing, this will stop the lipstick coming off' and she coated my lips with a stinging liquid, 'now we can kiss and you stay great'

'Am I supposed to say thank you'

'If you like. Now if you slip into the dress and shoes I will go and get ready. Sorry about the dress, I know you like cleavage and bare shoulders but I could not think how to do that, so I hope you like it'. Hung on the back of the door was a dark grey and silver cross over dress, I took it and slipped the silk over my shoulders and pulled it around me. There were only two fastening, a hidden one on my right hip, and a tie on my left hip which fastened into a large bow with tails that came to my knees, way below the hem of the dress, the top was a plain V with no sleeves. By the door were a pair of high heels with little ankle straps, I sat on the bed to put them on and noticed the dress parting across my thighs revealing a glimpse of the stocking tops, all I could think of was 'this is going to be such hard work'.

'Do you like it?' came a question from the bathroom.

''Just trying to get the shoes on' I would have loved it on her, but silk carressing my skin was lovely though I was not going to give her the satisfaction of hearing me say I liked it.

'Pick some jewellery out of my box, try the green necklace and silver bangles, some rings might fit as well'

I had the tiny buckles fastened and could feel the height before I stood up.

'wow wah' was all I managed as I staggered across the room.

'Walk on your toes' was her advice. I made it to the dressing table and jewellery box, I found the bangles, a small watch and a couple of dress rings that felt so bulky but I always liked on Carrie.

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Carrie or should I say Carl walked in the room at this point. A very smart gent stood before me, a grey suit, darker grey shirt and tie, cuff links, brogues and that smell of aftershave once more.

'So how do I look, will I do?' she asked.

'Bugger me, you look so convincing, better than Thursday. Very smart by the way, does it feel ok?'

'Yup feels fine' she said with a deeper vioce.

'how did you do that?

'Let me show you, open your mouth' and she surprised me as she sprayed something horrid tasting into my mouth.

'What was tha.....' my vioce was not my own, it was up an octave at least.

'Great isn't it, one for higher, one for lower' as she showed me the aerosols.

'Here let me help you with the necklace' and as she fastened the clasp I pulled the hair out of her way. The scattering of small green stones around my neck was nearly the final touch, I was given a bottle of scent and told to give my neck and wrist a squirt.

'Right Stephanie you were moving alright before, but these shoes will need some practise' She took my hands by the fingers and helped me to my feet then walked backwards as I walked towards her.

'Imagine a line on the floor, and drop your hip as you move your wieght from one leg to the other'...........'keep your head up don't look at your feet'...........'right and back to me'

She left me walking about as I grew accustomed to my new footwear.

'Ok taxi in twenty minutes, how you feeling?'

'Nervous'

'This will help'

She meet me at the bottom of the stairs with two shot glasses.

'To Stephanie'

'To Carl' I replied then tipped the vodka into my mouth. 'You sure about this?'

'Definitely, you look fantastic, sooo hot' which seemed to encourage her to put a hand on my hip and finger the suspender clip. 'and this is so much fun, can't remember getting such a buzz for ages' I was clearly not as fully into this buzz as she was. 'Oh come here' she leaned into me and kissed my lips with a forcefullness I was not used too, then I felt her press against me, I jerked and she smiled 'good isn't it' I had felt a bulge in her trousers exactly where I would have had a bulge if I was in the suit.

'Just not ready for it'

'Well you added some bumps to your figure, so I am only keeping up'

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I went to get a drink of jiuce and settle my thoughts, she was taking this more seriously than I ever expected, she looked very smart, but the bulge and the dominant kissing were a bit of a shock to me.

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'Come on sweetheart the taxi is here' I walked to the front door, this was going to be a big challenge, everyone down the street will be watching I was sure, but my concern was diverted as Carrie wrapped a dark pashmina round my shoulders and gave me a clutch bag as she pushed me out the door. All of a sudden I was on the front step and could hear the door closing behind me with a deafening bang. The taxi ten yards away seemed like miles, and then he is bound to make some comment and call me a pervert. Carrie opened the door for me, I concentrated on not showing my stocking top off.

'You look great love, my missus keeps asking me to take her out. If she looked half as good as you I would agree.' I was blushing as Carrie climbed in the other door, the taxi driver set off 'nice place you going to?'

'We hope so' Carl said

'Must be a special night, anniversary or something?'

'Birthdays, Stephanie's today and mine last Thursday'

I looked at my partner with a puzzled look, quietly the deep vioce said 'Stephanie was born today, yes?' I smiled back understanding what was said. Then with fingers entwined we kissed, this time I was better prepared for my boyfriend taking charge of the situation and let the kiss develop.

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The resturant was a really nice place, low lights, lots of space around the tables, lovely food and to say we fitted in would be an odd thing to say, the other diners were dressed up, so we fitted in on that level, but on any other level we were completely different. It was nice to have the chair pushed behind me as I sat, being asked first what I wanted, being served first, having my man taking charge of the proceedings, I just sat back tried to stay calm and take everything in. Soon enough all the courses had been served and we were discussing what to do next, we knew of an expensive bar that we had never considered before but that night we were not caring about cost and went to a high level bar where views of the city were spread before us. The drinks were expensive so we made them last as we chatted and watched the lights twinkle below us.

It was not late but I was getting tired, it had been an exhausting day what with one thing and another, it just had not been quite the usual you might say. I felt Carrie had had enough as well. So she got us a mini cab home and paid the fare, I had not spent a penny all evening, Carrie was doing the man part completely, and I had to admit it was rather nice not to think about such things, just trip alongside my partner and let them do the leading.

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Over a night cap we had a final chat about how we felt as the opposite gender. Carrie loved the simplicity of the clothes, and the way people talked to her, she said she felt some people gave more respect to her as a man, she also liked being in charge, something I had already picked up on. For me I had enjoyed the freedom of not trying to be the man, it was nice to just let her organise me for a change, I had also found the clothing a trial at times, but I did notice people looking at me and I was sure I looked good, so they were not looking at a freak, they were checking out an attractive woman, and I had never felt attractive before, which made me feel vulnerable as I wondered what might be going through these mens minds.

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Carrie suddenly got up 'Right as Carl your part time husband, I want us to do one last thing. If you have a look under your pillow, you will find something that you have always liked Carrie to wear, now it is Stephanie's turn.' I got a sly smile 'Go on, of you go, I shall lock up and be up in a minute'

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Under the pillow was a silk nightie, I had a good idea where this was going and continued to play my role as Stephanie. The dress came off easily, I was trying to undo the bra when Carl came up behind me. 'No leave it on' the silk being slipped over my head. Then the kissing started in ernest, soon I had an unladylike erection pointing forward. Carl to charge and lay me on the bed while she climbed on top and after we had removed enough clothing, let her ride me. It was one of our best ever love making times together, and as we lay in the afterglow agreed it had been good. So good in fact that we planned on having another reversal day the following Saturday.