A NOTE REGARDING THIS STORY.

This is a fictional chronicle of a normal hardworking guy named Jack. The federal government made him an offer he couldn't refuse. All they asked was for Jack to go undercover to help the U.S. Government ensnare a terrorist.

Any resemblance of the characters depicted in the story to actual individuals is coincidental. All events are the sole responsibility of the author. None of the scenes in this story depict minors engaged in any sexual encounter.

This story has been previously posted on other sites. It is being posted here with a strong rewrite; some new chapters have been added. I had my BFF Monica Rose edit the material so it should be more readable. Marina

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Chapter 4 – The makeover

"Extreme Makeovers...they help people that are uncomfortable in their own skin. They really change lives." Steven Hill

Rose made a brief speech. "Jack with your, nose, thin lips and masculine face I am not promising to make you a movie star. However, based on the results of your twin in the Polaroids, I'm positive we can make you presentable. With a little effort you may even be attractive. Are you willing to cooperate with me on this?"

"Jack relax let me show you how passable you'll be. We can even have some fun with this little dress up exercise. What do you want? You've already agreed to do this, so either do it enthusiastically or just call it quiets."

Jack sat at the vanity, he attempted to slouch but the steely grip of his girdle forced his posture to remain firm and upright, his back ramrod straight and his small boobs thrust forward. He gave the cooperation issue some serious reflection. In his heart, he knew the right thing to do. His constant protests and foot-dragging were merely to protect his precious male ego, besides it was ridiculous for guys to try and be as good as a woman. No real man would willingly dive into the estrogen pool of makeup, bras and silk panties. But Rose was correct. If he was going to do this, he should give it his best effort. Jack felt relieved that Rose was forcing the issue, it freed him of guilt. It would also free him from the need to constantly fight every little feminization step. He mentally decided to try the government's proposal.

Jack smiled at Rose and said, "Come on, what are you waiting for? Let's get this thing started. Turn me into a beautiful spy like Pussy Galore in Gold Finger."

Rose was giddy over the prospect of glamorizing her husband. She thought of all the advantages of having a feminized-domesticated husband, 'She would mold him to be the perfect spouse. He will shop, cook, clean, do the laundry and never complain about it. He'll be everything a lesbian wife could want, a chef in the kitchen, a lady in the living room and a whore in the bedroom.' A delighted Rose jumped up and clapped her hands in excitement. In a whimsical tone said, "It's about time. Well, Miss Galore, scoot your pussy over and let me share the stool and we'll begin."

Rose thought, 'Hum, pussy. I hadn't thought of taking it that far, maybe it was a Freudian slip on Jack's part. Am I ready to trade his pole for a hole? That would be rather drastic; we'll have to see where this all leads us.'

She sat next to her husband and began his makeup lessons. "Jack, you are a smart guy. It won't be hard to learn the basics. We will start out real slow. Let's begin with a good moisturizer. It'll make the application of your makeup much easier."

Rose sorted through the jumble of cosmetics on the vanity and selected a series of tubes and jars and placed them in front of Jack. "Foundation and concealer are the most important products in any woman's beauty arsenal. Concealer goes on first and looks most natural when you work in sheer layers and build it up gradually. Just keep in mind it's not a beauty product to scrimp on. Once you have a good application we will apply your foundation. Then we will set it all with a translucent powder. Here are all the products, get started I will observe and critique as needed."

With the aid of small sponges, some brushes and his fingers Jack turned his face into a blank canvas in just a few minutes.

Rose squirmed in delight watching Jack's response to his makeup tutorial.

"Now we'll start with your lips. Most guys are fixated on a woman's breast and hair, but in the end, her lips are the real attention getter."

Rose was thinking, 'I'm so looking forward to being the tour guide on this journey into femininity.' Rose next described how to use a lip liner. Jack wanted Rose to demonstrate, but she insisted that he do it, explaining learning comes from doing not watching.

Jack responded, "Gee whiz, you're putting all the pressure on me!"

Rose casually rested her hand on top of the bulge in his crotch. "Yes I can feel the pressure building."

Then with a final gentle squeeze she said, "Let's hope the safety valve doesn't blow."

Rose pressed on, "Always start with a sharpened pencil, and use a color slightly darker than your lipstick. Close your mouth naturally. Draw the pencil along the line of the lips from the middle to the outer edges. Draw the line slightly outside the natural curve of the lip line, which will maximize your thin lips. If you have a problem with creating a smooth line start by putting a series of small marks along the natural lip line then just connect the dots."

Watching Jack follow her instructions to the letter and outline what would be luscious, full lips, she hugged her husband in celebration, "Excellent darling, I couldn't have done better."

Rose handed Jack a new tube of a long lasting frosty pink shimmering lipstick. "The first time a woman puts on her own lipstick is a sensual rite of passage. I want you to enjoy this as much as I am."

As if talking to a mentally challenged child she patiently explained, "Lipstick should always remain inside the lip liner. Now open the mouth slightly and say 'Oh'. By staying relaxed, you will be able to reach the total surface area of the lips. As with the pencil line, start from the top center and using the liner as your guide, glide the lipstick smoothly to the corner of the mouth on each side, repeating for the bottom lip. Always use nice smooth strokes. To get longer-lasting color, repeat the process and blot between applications. When you're finished use your sparkle lip-gloss on the center of your lower lip."

Jack spent the better part of five minutes trying to get the cupid bow just right, even though he went outside his lips a tiny bit, he thought it looked fantastic. Jack was feeling very proud of his accomplishments. His lips were lush and glistened like wet paint.

Rose struggled to stay in her seat. Her excitement exploded as her enchanted garden had gone from a damp marsh to a fast running stream. Rose squealed in delight at the finished product. "Lover, I have just decided pink is going to be your signature color!"

"We'll spend a long time on your eyes; we're going to go for a dramatic look, nothing extreme. We'll save the bombshell look for next time. Today we will just do something a woman would wear for a night on the town." Rose said with excitement

Jack had to reach down and adjust his member as it painfully inflated in his panties.

Rose sorted through the clutter of beauty products on the vanity and lightly sung to herself.

'We've been keeping out of sight
Waiting 'til the time was right
Now we kiss in broad daylight
Our secret's out
We don't have to hide away
We can walk along Broadway
Let everybody see the way we sway
Our secret's out
You're the one I'm proud to have by my side
You're the one I care for
You're the one that breaks me open wide
I pledge my love to you
You got my soul
It's such a beautiful feeling
It's such a beautiful feeling
It's such a beautiful feeling with you.'

Finished with her brief serenade, Rose found what she was looking for and informed Jack eyelashes were next. She had him first use an eyelash curler. "Push up on your eyelids, and force your lashes upward. Squeeze them with a curler, and hold for a count of five."

Rose handed Jack the mascara and lectured, "Always start with the outside base of the upper lash, use short jagged strokes."

Once he learned not to flinch when the wand came near his eye, he was able to apply several layers of vibrant metallic blue mascara.

Rose lovingly played with his wig hair and complimented her husband, "I am jealous, you have great lashes for a boy."

Jack fluttered his long massacred eyelashes at Rose and gave her a triumphant smile. "Don't get carried away Jack, we've only started. False eyelashes are next."

Jake shrugged and stared straight ahead with his mouth shut. Rose searched through the vanity's top drawer and found what see was looking for. "Let's go with the glamour length for your unveiling."

Mastering lips were a piece of cake compared to the complexities of applying false lashes. Jack quickly became exasperated. First they wouldn't stick at all. Then on the fourth try, he attached them only to find they had been positioned at the inner corner of his eye, rather than the outer. His next attempt resulted like the preceding ones in failure, when he got a glob of adhesive in his eye. The final disaster was when he managed to glue his eyelids shut. "Rose, please, I need help. I can't do this. How do you stick something on your eye when you must close your eye to do it?"

Rose condescended to help just this one time and quickly got them position perfectly.

"Now it's time for your eye shadow I think three shades of pink will look alluring."

Rose handed Jack several sable brushes and a trio case of pressed powder eye shadow. She had him cover his eye from the eyelids to the brow in the lightest shade. Next she had him fill in the crease of his eyelid with the darkest shade. Then starting at the inside corner and extending to the outer corner, and formed a small triangle of shadow that points toward his temple with the middle shade. Lastly, he smudged the line with his finger. He darkened the triangle at the outer corner. Next he blended three shades together. Being careful to blend into the lid area, then an accent color of gold went just under the brow for a more dramatic look. After a bit more blending Jack thought, 'Voila!'

The next challenge was the eyeliner. The mere thought of liquid eyeliner was intimidating. Jack who hated failing at anything felt frustrated. In exasperation he suggested he skip this step.

"Stop being such a drama queen. An hour of practice is worth five of foot dragging. If you bitch one more time about your makeup lessons I am dragging you down to my beauty shop for personalized instructions. Is that what you want?"

"Rose give me a break, there has to be other options. This pencil thingy that I used on my brows works just fine let me use that."

"Jack either we do it right or we don't do it at all." Rose refused to give in. She insisted Jack at least try it. His hands were a little unstable but eventually Jack managed to get a thin line under each eye. Then on the upper eyes he applied it a little thicker and extended it a hint past the end of his eyes in an upward sweep.

"Honey you really do look beautiful."

A mortified Jack begged, "Please don't say that. It's fundamentally wrong for a man to be considered beautiful. After all we're just men and therefore inferior – in appearance. Besides I'm fat!"

"Nonsense, you can stand to lose a few pounds, I would say you are a bit rubenesque perhaps, but certainly not fat."

Rose shrugged off his comment and sat astounded at his meteoric grasp of makeup. "Jack, are you sure you have never done this before?"

"Well there was that time I danced ballet, we had to put on our own stage makeup for performances."

"Oh, my God, I had no idea you were a ballerina."

Jack shot back, "I am sensitive to the term ballerina. The correct term for men is danseurs."

"Whatever…why did you give it up?"

"Rose, as was customary in Russia, in primary school everyone took ballet. Professional ballerinas make it look like a piece of cake, but ballet is not an easy thing. It requires incredible discipline and conditioning. I found it pushed me to my limits, mentally and physically. But in all honesty I was really good at it."

With a sad expression on his face Jack continued, "When we moved to the States, I resumed my dance lessons. Here there were only girls in my class. They would call me names, giggle and point at me. Those taunts of faggot still haunt my nightmares. They were jealous because I was a better dancer than any of them. They took to calling me a girl wannabe, and spread the rumor around school that I was gay. They frequently exchanged my black tights for pink ones. Once they even stuffed a tampon into my locker. Dance class became a matter of survival."

"It all came to a head the summer before high school. I was scheduled to play the Swan in Mathew Bourne’s version of Swan Lake – that's where men, rather than women, dance the lead. My parents were ecstatic over the idea. Unfortunately word got around town that I was dancing in a tutu. One day at lunch two of the boys from my school trapped me in a bathroom and used a red marker to coat my lips. They said I was pretty and stole my pants and threatened to rape my sissy ass. My cries for help brought a teacher, who rescued me. But I had to go through the entire afternoon with bright red lips. Ever since then I have been supersensitive about appearing effeminate. So after one performance I refused to ever dance again."

Jack sat mute with a deer caught in-the-headlights expression on his face.

"Rose can a let you in on a secret?"

"Sure, you can tell me anything."

"As a small boy, ballet was my life. I prayed God would make me a girl so I could become a Ballerina. I know that is ridiculous; but I have always wondered how my life would have turned out if I had been a woman. There are rolls in ballet for men, but woman are the true stars.

Those thoughts caused me a great deal of pain as a young boy. I grew out of that phase and came to accept my manhood, what you are doing to me has touched a raw nerve."

"A wise man, I forget who, once said, 'Tell me what you want and I'll tell you who you are'. We all have dreams, Jack you have no idea how happy you've made me. Letting me in on your deepest dark secret tells me how much you trust me. I love you for it."

Rose broke the tension as she handed Jack a large sable brush and cheerfully announced, "Now back to work. When using blush, first smile. That accentuates the fullest part of your cheek. Apply powder on the 'apple' just between your highlighter and above the counter shadow. Avoid blending blusher directly under the eye. With the brush, blend upward and outward toward your ears. Blend until color fades into the hairline. Blush can be any color, however it's advisable to coordinate with the lip color you are using - that doesn't mean you have to have an exact match but they should complement one another by being in the same family tone."

Being a computer engineer and not an artist Jack had no idea what colors were in the same family. Rose patiently sat there and waited for her husband to select the proper color. She shook her head no, every time he picked up the wrong one. Eventually through trial and error Jack produced laudable results.

In conclusion Rose commented, "For once your weak jaw is an asset. Watch as I use dark concealer to contour your face into a more feminine image."

Once she was finished Jack gazed into the vanity mirror for the longest time without saying anything. He turned his head slightly from side to side. What he saw was a stranger. Judging by Rose's smile, she was very proud of her handy work.

Rose watched his face for a moment, trying to get a read on his emotions. Jack initially appeared happy with what he saw then slowly his expression turned to one of melancholy. Eventually, she reached out a finger and turned his chin so he was looking at her.

"Well what do you think?" He looked mystified at the question. "I don't know – different."

Rose questioned him, "Different how? Are you mad, upset or happy?"

Jack merely shrugged and pointed to his heart, "I not only look different. I feel different in here."

Next Rose grabbed her fingernail polish and slid off the stool and sat at Jack's feet. Jack had ticklish feet and fidgeted as Rose went to work on his toes. She figured that polish might be too challenging for a novice girl. Rose filed them and applied four coats of pink polish. Waiting for the polish to dry Rose surprised Jack with a pair of toe rings. Saying, "Here is a present for my new best girlfriend."

From her kneeling position Rose had a clear view of the bulge in Jack's crotch. Jack noticed what Rose was staring at and quickly tried to cover his groin with his hands. Rose laughed and said, "If this excites you that's alright with me."

"But it's not right; a man isn't suppose to get excited dressing like a woman."

"Jack, my homophobic husband, I love it with you all pretty. There are studies that show as many as 25% of American males, cross-dress on an occasional basis. I've seen studies that say the percentage that dress on a regular basis is closer to 10%. For some this dressing is head to toe 'en femme' while others only involve one or two items of lingerie. So the fact you are enjoying your delicates is nothing to be ashamed of."

Before Jack could recover Rose attacked his hands with vigor and attached long glue-on fingernails. Jack thought the nails were excessively long and a bit flashy, but decided not to say anything.

Rose gleefully announced, "Your hands look fabulous with nails that length. They're beautiful. Girl you've got bling!"

It took Jack several tries to pick up the empty fingernail package. Using his nails like chopsticks he eventually succeeded. "I can't do anything with these."

Laughing Rose said, "Girlfriend, you'll learn it only takes practice."

Rose went to the closet and returned with a new jewelry box. She told Jack to open it. He found a treasure-trove of costume jewelry. Jack was taken aback. Rose seldom wore any jewelry and certainly not anything so flamboyant.

"Every woman has to develop her own style. For this, your premiere, I want you to pick your own accessories."

Jack decided to accessorize with two clip-on crystal earrings with a full 6 inch drop. He quickly secured them in place. Jack swung his head from side to side. He loved the way the earrings peaked out from behind his long curls and the way they would brush his neck. He found two large rhinestone cocktail rings that he thought were appropriate for the glamour look Rose was going for. Then he chose a pair of shiny silver bracelets that chimed whenever he moved his hand. Next Jack selected what he considered the piece de resistance, a long pearl necklace.

As he reached again into the box Rose laughed and said, "Stop! Anymore and you would look like a tart."

While she thought, 'He's hopeless. He has no fashion sense at all. I've seen pictures of drag queens decked out in less. But experience is the best teacher.'

"Don't move an inch. I'm going to get our camera I have to capture this moment for posterity."

A radiant Jack stood in is his yellow dress and glamour makeup and was transfixed. He admired himself in the vanity mirror. For the first time in his life he was pleased with his appearance, rather than ashamed by it.

Rose stood back and watched the scene unfold. Realizing things were succeeding beyond her wildest dreams. Rose kept taking pictures until the batteries died in the camera. Jack started at his wife's refection in the mirror and lightheartedly said, "Please don't hate me because I'm beautiful."

She sarcastically stuck her tongue between her lips and gave her husband a raspberry. Rose surprised Jack by grabbing her perfume bottle and applied a drop on each wrist and behind his ear lobes.

Standing back and looking at her husband in the yellow dress and white buttons Rose declared, "Jeez, do you know what you look like? With that dress and platinum blond hair it reminds me of a gigantic daisy.

"Oh Jack; don't look so glum, I'm not making fun of you. I just thought we could use that to our advantage. It would be the perfect name for my special new friend. I want to call you Daisy. Think about it. A daisy is a beautiful wild flower, yet it still is tough as a weed. Just like you."

Jack stood there awestruck. Finally he said, "Really you're serious? You want to go with Daisy? As in Daisy double D Dukes?"

Maddeningly Rose just stood there with a smirk on her face and inquired, "What name would you like?"

"How about just calling me Jackie" responded Jack?

Rose immediately rejected it. "Go look at yourself Jacqueline darling,"

He said. "Jacqueline?"

"Yes at a minimum Jacqueline, Jackie would be too easy to slip up and call you Jack. Now that you are all dolled up, I don't want anyone ever calling you Jack again. If you don't like Jacqueline, how about something with a bit more flare, we could go with Jill. Get it Jack and Jill?"

"No, you are going to be difficult aren't you, then how about Jasmine, Juliette, Jolene, or we could go dramatic, Candace, that way I could call you Candy, that would be so sweet."

There is that sour puss again, "Okay, we could always go with the drag queen theme. Stop me when I get to something you like, Lusty Lana, Sugar Aplenty, or maybe Ophelia Nuts."

"Stop! You win, Daisy it is."

"Now for a middle name, what would really fit? That's it, just the thing, you will be called Belle. The Bell of the ball if I get my way," mumbled Rose. "That's it, end of discussion. We will call you Daisy Belle. We are, Rose and Daisy, the flower twins."

Rose Jumped up and down, grabbed her husband and said, "Jack, I just had an inspiration. When we have our first daughter, we will call her Lilly. Our next one will be Violet. The one after that will be Marigold. We can create our own special bouquet."

Jack said, "Slow down Rose, stop right there."

The two lovebirds sealed the deal with a soul touching kiss.

As they broke their embrace Jack inquired, "Rose seriously, what happens if they we have boys?"

In a jocular manner, Rose remarked, "That will never happen, no one is screwing with my bouquet – even God knows better than that!"

Rose stood there with massive smile that took over her entire face.

"Oh Jack, I know that look. Your bravado makes you think that wearing a dress and being called Daisy Belle will make you appear to be less of a man. Well dear husband, there is nothing that is further from the truth. Jack in my eyes you are more of a man for doing this, I mean that with all my heart. I don't know anyone else who is man enough to be a woman."

Jack pranced around in the dress, for several hours. He became accustomed to the feel of it. Rose instructed him on how to stand, walk, and sit but most importantly, how to use the potty wearing a dress. Rose promised her husband, he would learn all about feminine mannerisms. She would teach him everything he needed to pass as a woman.

Rose produced a pair of high heels nothing outlandish, just an open-toed sandal with a solid 2-inch block heel and ankle straps for added stability. Handing Jack his first pair of heels, Rose said, "Shoes always bring great joy to women. The right pair of high heels often makes a woman giddy with delight. But let's not forget, heels require stockings as well. Put on these control top black pantyhose. They are dark enough to hide your leg hair."

Rose told Jack, "Sit on the bed. Wearing pantyhose for the first time is a rite of passage for young girls becoming women. Daisy, you are going through an accelerated puberty, let me show you how to put them on."

"Wait Rose I'm still trapped in my patty girdle and can't get out. We need to remove it first I believe."

Rose laughed to herself and thought; 'He's learning. Tonight he gets his first lesson in hand washing delicates. Before I'm done with this loving man, I am going to get him in a nice evening dress, garter belt, fishnets, and stilettos. I will turn him into the best damn wife any woman could have.'

Under close scrutiny, Jack struggled out of the girdle and was handed a pair of cotton gloves that Rose retrieved from her stocking drawer. Rose patently explained, "Always wear gloves before grabbing the hose or tights. They will protect the nylons from your nails and jewelry. When you put on the pantyhose, first hold one of the legs in your hand with your thumbs on the inside. Rollup the hose starting from hip to so that only the foot hangs down. Put your toes, then your foot into the leg. Curling your toes will help avoid snags from your toenails, then gently roll or pull up the leg of the hose onto your leg. Do the same with the other pantyhose leg. This will minimize snags. Then stand up and pull up the torso part. Make sure you alternate pulling up each leg, carefully, a little at a time."

Jack did as he was told. Once the hose were up, he secured them in place at his waist. He tucked his man parts back into place and smoothed his dress back down. Then he ran my hands over his legs, slowly caressing each one.

Jack thought it was a magical feeling. Rose watched with a beguiling smile, despite the tuck a bulge reappeared in his crotch, Rose knew she had him. To reinforce his positive feelings Rose lavishly complimented Jack on the sexy appearance of his legs.

Sitting on the end of the bed with his shoes placed on the floor directly before him, Jack tried to casually slide his foot into them. Jack tried unsuccessfully to get his toes 'around the corner' as he put it.

"Jackie, come sit at my vanity chair I will help. These slippers are Cinderella tested. They will make you feel like a fairy."

Chocking on her small gaff Rose continued "I... mean a fairy princess."

Moving from the bed to the chair at the vanity was a smart move. Once Jack sat in a proper chair, Rose knelt at his feet. With a touch of baby power, Rose slid his manly feet into the shoes. Rose buckled the straps, and ensured they were securely fastened. Once she finished Jack immediately stood up in the tendon-stretching shoes, and nearly pitched over forward. He sat back down totally embarrassed. Jack stood again, this time Rose held out her hand to aid him in standing. Jack commented to Rose the shoes felt extremely clumsy.

Her unsympathetic response was, "Jack, we will get you a pair of sleek stilettos later, but let's start with the clunky heel until you can lean to navigate in heels. Expect your first steps to be a little awkward, after a short time you will be walking taller and more serene in heels. Consider these your training wheels until you acquire the confidence to solo in something more dramatic. Indeed, all heels naturally re-align the body into a more feminine shape by shifting the weight onto the balls of the feet and pushing the buttocks slightly out. You must remember that your bearing creates the first impression. Jack my goal is to teach you to walk with catwalk confidence."

Jack felt the subtle changes, the reshaping of his legs, thighs and tummy. Flushed with the success of standing Jack tried a single step, and stumbled.

Rose sat Jack back down and lectured, "Dear, you are trying to rush this thing, the first step in learning how to wear high heels is to just stand on them. That way you can work on balancing on your feet when you are not moving. Believe it or not, at times it is harder to stand in heels than it is to walk in them because you can shift your weight back and forth from a walking motion. When you are standing, you have to learn how to balance your weight on both feet. When standing for any length of time put your weight on one leg and thrust your hip out. Use your whole foot and do not try to stay on the ball of the foot. What is important is never lock your knees. You can become lightheaded and we would not want to happen. So the first step to learning how to walk in high heels is to learn how to balance in them by just standing still."

Rose was as excited as a child on Christmas morning. She helped Jack to his feet. Jack complained to Rose the shoes pinched his feet. After only 15 minutes, Jack complained his toes had gone numb. Rose went to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and returned with a glass of water and an ibuprofen and told Jack the anti-inflammatory ingredients would help reduce the swelling in his feet.

Jack bent over as best he could and fiddled with the straps on his heels. He stood and said, "Oh lord have mercy on my feet."

Rose said in an encouraging manner, "Once they stretch out a bit you will love them, trust me on that."

Jack brushed the hair out of his eyes so he could see and peeked into the mirror and thought, 'The shoes are pure agony, but they do wonders for my legs. Would it be so bad if I came to like them?'

"Daisy Belle we are going to start your adventure in high heels by having you just stand in them. This will teach you to balance with your weight distributed on your toes. Practice your posture, throw your shoulders back, and push your pelvis slightly forward. Create the illusion you're leaning back a little, rather than hunching forward. Concentrating on not letting your ankles go all wobbly. It will help you become accustom to a new center of balance. Keep shifting your weight from one foot to the other. Just don't lock your knees. No walking until standing in them becomes natural."

For almost a ten minutes Jack stood erect in his new footwear. Rose constructively advised, "Walk across the room. Stand up straight with your shoulders back. Walk heel to toe with small steps and strides. Remember women walk slower and more graceful than men, think of a slowly flowing stream. Your head must not move, keep it still as you walk. Train yourself to place the heel of the foot down first, then your toes, keep most of your weight balanced on the ball of your foot rather than on the heel. It may feel strange, but keeping much of your weight on the ball of the foot gives you more of an elegant stride. It's almost like walking on your tippy-toes.

"We'll practice as often as possible until you can walk with confidence. Keep legs, feet and knees as close together as you can. Start by taking steps half as long as you would normally. This will be terribly awkward to begin with however over time it will become second nature. Imagine a white line projecting from your position to your destination. Concentrate on stepping on that line. This will produce a womanly wiggle to your hips without having to force it. We don't want a duck walk, so toes should face forward. Your footprints should form a single line. When done quickly, this gives the body that characteristic swing. Make your stride look long and commanding by lifting your lead leg almost in the same fashion a horse would while doing trotting leg extensions. For each stride, you want to lift your foot a good distance off the ground, with a bend in the knee and then place it down in front of the supporting leg. Don't make your strides too large as this will make you look awkward and ungraceful. However avoid taking just baby steps. Remember to swing your hips."

His first steps were tentative and a tad unstable. Jack walked a little bowlegged until he grew confidence. The next half hour was spent strolling about the bedroom in heels.

Jack's dancing background soon became apparent, once he stopped thinking about each movement and let his natural gracefulness takeover he had the walk down like he had been doing it his entire life. He wasn't ready for the catwalk, but he strutted in heels better than most housewives' and his posture was superb.

Satisfied with his progress Rose decided to up the ante. She had Jack swap out his Daisy dress for a cream lace puff sleeve blouse and a solid black casual full length long skirt with an elastic waistband.

"We'll practice here for a few more minutes then we will go down to the living room. You must also learn how to gracefully navigate stairs in a skirt and heels."

The daunting task of stairs caused Jack to pause at the door. Rose crept up behind him and with a quick goose in the butt got him into the hall.

Reaching the top of the staircase first, Rose preceded Jack down and lectured, "Remember that you have to plant your heel and sole on each step of the staircase. Use the handrail for support this first time, or if you must sidestep down."

On the way down the stairs, Rose continued to tutor, "Footwear is a very important part of the personality of any woman. You need to be comfortable while walking in heels. That will come only through practice."

She was on the second to last step when a gasp from Jack made her glance up the stairwell. Jack had clumsily traversed the first two steps, his head down to watch each step and his hands holding his skirt out of the way. As his foot moved toward the third step his long bangs fell across his face momentarily blinding him. Caught off balance and disorientated his foot had apparently tangled in his skirts and he was now teetering precariously.

Rose started up the steps even as Jack wildly flailed his arms reaching for something to save himself. Rose was just in time to catch Jack as he tumbled forward. Grunting under the impact, Rose stumbled back, her foot coming down on nothing but air. Crying out in alarm now herself, Rose braced herself as best she could, they both crashed to the floor, Rose on the bottom, with Jack landing on top.

Jack rolled off Rose and said with concern, "Thanks for catching me. Are you alright, there's a nasty lump under your eye?"

"I'm fine, you clumsy fool." An obviously perturbed Rose murmured with a grimace.

Jack thought, 'She is going to have a hell of a shiner in the morning.'

Rose went to stand and immediately fell back to the floor with a badly sprained ankle. Jack helped her to the divan.

Jack collapsed dejectedly next to her with his head down. Rose gently lifted his chin up with her hand until he was looking into her eyes. Rose instructed, "Remember your posture Daisy Belle."

As she sweetly stroked his cheek she continued, "I want you to know you are not in this alone. As your helpmate, we will ride tandem along your journey on the Estrogen Highway. I'm going to be with you every inch of the way. I promise I will catch you every time you fall."

Jack looked up at his wife and said, "What now?"

"I'm afraid this ankle needs to be seen by a doctor. You'll have to take me to the emergency room."

Jack thought about the way he was dressed and said, "There's no fucking way I'm going out looking like this. You sit right there and I'll call 911."

An ambulance arrived shortly thereafter, between the bump on the head and the possibly broken ankle it was decided to transport Rose to the hospital. Jack hid in the kitchen. Once they were gone he made his way to their bedroom and tried to lose all signs of femininity. He arrived at the hospital just as Rose was being discharged. Jack went to great his wife when he was intercepted by two burly policemen.

"Who are you sir?" They asked.

"I'm her husband."

"Great, we need to talk to. It's a requirement in all suspected spousal abuse cases. We're sure you understand."

For the next 30 minutes the police grilled Jack. They eventually agreed to release his wife to his care, after giving Rose a hotline number to call if she had any more problems.

Arriving home Jack assisted his wife to their bedroom. A bemused Rose withdrew two sets of lingerie slipped on a short pink teddy and handed a sexy lime green sheer chiffon nightgown, with matching panties for Jack to.

Jack took one look at the lingerie and tried to redeem a bit of his masculinity, "Come on darling. This is all going a too far, like I am going to wear that!"

As Rose slipped beneath the sheets, she once again pleaded "I will make you a deal, Tootsie, wear the nightgown for me, and I will give you a night to remember, that's a promise."

Jack responded with "I would rather sleep on the couch."

So he did.

First thing in the morning Steve sought out Fred and handed him a police report. "It's almost as if we had planned it. This is a police report investigating our pigeon for beating his wife. If only he had been caught in drag it would have been perfect."

"Beauty, to me, is about being comfortable in your own skin. That or a kick-ass red lipstick." Gwyneth Paltrow

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