Author’s Note: I must confess that I am a wee bit of a thief. I ‘borrowed’ this tale from an author on Crystal’s Story Site. We had corresponded and I was asked to read some of the tales. I chose “The Red Dress”. The author is Lauran Travis. I became fascinated with this tale not for what was written, but for what was between the lines. It dealt with a velvet gloved FemDom theme. But most importantly the tale dealt with a very strong and trusting love between a woman and a man. Lauran has graciously, and very magnanimously, allowed me to take this tale and make it my own. Thank you Lauran.
I must also confess that I’m terrible at proofing my own work. I wish to thank Stanman for reading “The Red Dress” and saving me the agony of correcting this tale. I also thank him, as well as Lauran, for their kind criticism and encouragement. In keeping with the author’s original story, the two main characters are never named.
This is my first story.
Author’s Note: I must confess that I am a wee bit of a thief. I ‘borrowed’ this tale from an author on Crystal’s Story Site. We had corresponded and I was asked to read some of the tales. I chose “The Red Dress”. The author is Lauran Travis. I became fascinated with this tale not for what was written, but for what was between the lines. It dealt with a velvet gloved FemDom theme. But most importantly the tale dealt with a very strong and trusting love between a woman and a man. Lauran has graciously, and very magnanimously, allowed me to take this tale and make it my own. Thank you Lauran.
I must also confess that I’m terrible at proofing my own work. I wish to thank Stanman for reading “The Red Dress” and saving me the agony of correcting this tale. I also thank him, as well as Lauran, for their kind criticism and encouragement. In keeping with the author’s original story, the two main characters are never named.
This is my first story.
’That was how it all began’, or so he thought. He was looking at clothes she hadn’t worn for several years; evening gowns, party dresses, and formal dresses that glittered and provoked the imagination. He commented how much he liked her red dress with the slits up the sides. He couldn’t resist touching the soft merino wool. It was a form fitting piece with a turtle neck. The hem ended just above her knees.
He remembered how she felt, how soft the dress felt, in his arms and against his cheek, when they danced. He remembered how it hugged her curves so seductively and how long her legs appeared and how supple and inviting her thighs were, when the slits parted as she moved.
It was that nearly that ‘time of the month’ and so he backed off quickly not knowing how she would react. She could be such a witch for the few days before the main event. He never expected the reply she gave him. A week later he mentioned the dress again. She agreed it was nice, but she said she no longer had the shape, the legs, or the desire to wear it, but she did repeat her offer.
“If you like the damned thing so much, you wear it..”
It was a dreary Saturday afternoon. They were lounging in front of the tube, with the evening seeming as though it would be spent the same way. They hadn’t spoken much; with her being in one of her moods and him bedeviled by that red dress. So he went upstairs to get the dress to see how he would look in it.
Stripping down to his boxers, he stepped into the dress and, with some contortion on his part, managed to zip up the back. He gazed in the mirror, turned this way and then that way…and then did a slow pirouette. He thought it looked good; it felt like…a dream. He remembered how sexy she looked that night.
The wool felt heavenly against his skin. He quickly came back to earth when he noticed his wife’s reflection in the mirror. He felt color come to his cheeks as he blushed and averted her gaze as she looked at his reflection in the mirror. He started to unzipped the dress as his knees quaked in fear and his stomach grew queasy.
“What are you doing?” he heard her ask.
“Well, you said…”
“Well, you said…” She mimicked him. “Stop this instant and let me have a good look at you.”
His hands dropped to his sides as she approached. He stared at the floor as she critically appraised what she saw.
“Well…I must confess that it seems to suit you far better then me. Look at me when I speak to you!”
He lifted his chin till their eyes met. It was difficult for him to meet her gaze.
“Turn around…slowly if you please.”
As he turned she looked quite closely at the fit.
“Hmm,.. Not bad…not bad at all. Raise your arms up.”
He began to raise his arms up over she head.
“Slowly! Could you please show some grace in your movements!”
He stopped, closed his eyes, and thought of a graceful bird flying. As his arms reached their extension over his head, he flipped his wrists and extended his fingers outward palms up.
“Yes…this looks much better on you. Your have the legs and rump for it. Let me see you walk to the door and back. I love the way it seems to move with you. It’s a shame you don’t have the boobs for that dress, although…”
He gazed at his wife as she stood before him, her arm across her body just beneath her breasts, and the other at a right angle, elbow resting on her wrist, hand beneath her chin, a finger across her lips and her brow furrowed. She seemed to be completely lost in thought.
“You may put your arms down, if you wish. But do show some poise and grace. After all, you are in MY dress.”
He slowly lowered his arms much the way he raised them and clasped his hands behind his back. He was beginning to feel a bit more at ease with this situation. Suddenly she smiled and let out with a bit of a laugh. She placed her hands on her hips for one moment and nodded her head. She then reached out to him and clasped his chin between her index finger and her thumb. She looked deeply into his eyes and smiled.
“So…does my darling girl really want to have some fun?”
He was speechless, and worried. Whenever she got that…devilish smile and that irresistible impish gleam in her light blue eyes, he knew he was in for one of those very exciting, and very different, evenings. She leaned in and bent slightly to kiss his lips while still holding his chin.
“I want to take my girl out for dinner and, maybe if she behaves herself and shows the proper sort of gratitude, to a cabaret I heard about in the office, or perhaps a bar I’ve heard about from some of the girls.”
“Sweet Jesus! You can’t be serious! I would look like a fool…I would feel like one as well! I could never get away with it.”
He was starting to feel dizzy and he began to perspire quite profusely. His stomach revolted against him again and he could feel the bile begin to erupt. His knees were feeling very, very, weak. He couldn’t possibly pull this off in public. He would be made a fool of and for what, her amusement perhaps?
Her smile never weakened and her eyes kept their impish gleam. She ran her hand across his stomach and slid it down around his waist to finally rest on his ass cheek. She still held his chin as she slowly ran her fingers up and down the parting of his rump. He’s so weak, she thought. My mere touch can blur all reason he might have, even his greatest fears. Daddy would make things good for him.
“You must have faith in me baby. Daddy would never hold her girl up to ridicule. If you do as I ask, I promise you that nobody will know, and, even if they do, they won’t care. You will have a good time…”
He looked at her intently, hoping that she was right, and yet, hoping vainly that she would change her mind and let the entire idea drop. But not her…she went for the throat!
“…and anyway…when have I ever not kept a promise!”
He was silent as he thought about the entire idea.
“Well my darling girl? I AM waiting for an answer!”
He blushed and tried to look away but she would have none of that. She kept his chin steady and leaned into his face. He had trouble finding his voice.
“Never.”
“What…never… Tell me what I want to hear!”
He took a deep breath and looked into her eyes. Her gaze was so steady, so sure. He wished his could be the same. But what fun would that be. He giggled and smiled as he spoke.
“You have always kept your promises.”
“Good. Now take off my dress and be careful about it. I hope you didn’t stain it with your perspiring. We have a bit of work to do.”
He carefully unzipped the back and, this time, stepped out of the dress. He inspected it carefully to make sure it wasn’t stained and then hung it up in the closet. She took his hand and led him into their bath room.
“Firstly, we must remove that unsightly hair. I don’t know how you can stand it to begin with.”
“You never complained before.”
There was a bit of a whining in his voice. He really didn’t know about this hair removing thing of hers.
“I forgive a lot with you. It’s about time you became a bit more…a bit more of what we both need. And lose that whining tone in your voice; you’re not a baby…”
Her facial expression suddenly took on an evil look, grin and all.
“…unless you would like to be treated as one.”
I didn’t even bother to challenge her for he knew all too well that she always kept her word and she never made idle threats.
“Well…what do I have to do…shave my legs?”
“Sorry sweetie, no blood rituals tonight. You will use this on yourself. I want all of you hair below the neck to be removed. Into the shower with you.”
He took the pink plastic bottle from her and entered the shower.
“Use this first.”
She handed him a bottle of body cleanser, which he took in with him, “Now…you must leave the hair removal lotion on for ten to fifteen minutes so wash quickly and put the stuff on so I can time it.”
He washed using her floral scented body wash and then he quickly applied the lotion. The smell of the stuff nearly overwhelmed him. In spite of an attempt to disguise the heavy chemical aroma, he couldn’t help but smell it.
Why was he doing all this? He couldn’t seem to resist her requests regardless of how…silly and humiliating they might be. But he did have faith in her and trusted her implicitly. He completely covered his legs and butt with the foul stuff,
“What about my…”
He never got the chance to say pubic hair.
“Do I have to write this out for you? Would you like some pictures as well?”
He was quite accustomed to her sarcasm. Indeed, there was something exciting about the way she addressed him. He was shown great deference at work. He was an expert with ‘things’, computers and their intricacies to be exact. He was so much of an expert that he would, on rare occasions, teach the teachers and other researchers.
She was quite the opposite. She commanded and demanded in the financial arena at the same university. Her co-workers, as well as his, found them to be an unlikely couple. She was quite well known for her ‘appetites’ and he was known for his lack of them. She was more than several years his senior. She asked him out. She proposed to him. She was usually on top. These things wouldn’t have occurred to him and he was not bothered by her lead. Truly, he was very comfortable with her assertiveness and excited by it.
His mother was a very demanding woman. He remembered how pleased his mother was that this woman had agreed to that over the ‘care and feeding’ of her son. He remembered how excited he would get when his mother chose to focus her impeccable eye upon him.
He trembled with excitement as he applied the cream to his sparsely haired body, “Now don’t forget to do your underarms and chest. If you need help with your back, let me know. Oh, that’s right; you’ve no hair on your back. You don’t want Daddy to spank you because you’ve been a bad little girl and haven’t done what you were told to, do you?”
He smiled as he blushed, “No dear, I don’t.”
She did spank him on rare occasions. It was more a part of their sex play than anything else. But she knew he got excited by the thought of being bare assed and draped over her knee. He couldn’t remember the last time that happened, but he wasn’t in that sort of mood tonight.
Nor was she. Pain and violence was not her thing. She did enjoy taunting him, pushing him to attempt new activities, and, on rare occasions, humiliating him, these things were usually done within the confines of their home, and never when they were with other people. She did love him very much because of his attentiveness to her needs and his total faithfulness to her. The truth was that he absolutely adored her. She considered him her little jewel.
“It feels like its tingling.”
“Never mind that. Why don’t you shave whatever fuzz you might have accumulated on your face over the past day or so.”
He glanced at his face in the mirror that hung on the shower’s wall. He couldn’t see any new whisker growth but he ran the razor over his chin and cheeks none the less.
“Good girl. I wouldn’t have your entire appearance spoiled by a stray hair or whisker.”
“This stuff is beginning to sting. Can I wash it off now?”
She knew it stung. He should learn what it takes for a woman to look appealing to a man. She decided to let him suffer just a bit more. In the mean time, she readied a body lotion and a face lotion for him to use once he was done showering.
“Okay sweetie, use the brush and start washing yourself clean.”
He couldn’t wait to hear those words from her. He began to scrub the lotion off of his chest and arms. I watched in stunned amazement as his hair simply washed off with the lotion. As he continued, he noticed his hair accumulate in the drain’s screen.
Oh my God, he thought to himself. I would never be able to explain this if anyone noticed. But then again, who would look at his naked body except for his wife and who would notice his missing arm hair? After all, his body hair was so light in color that had he been extremely hirsute, it would be hard to notice against the fair complexion of his skin.
As he stepped from the shower, she handed him a large bath towel and had him pat his skin dry. Then she had him rub the body lotion into his skin. The hair remover had left his skin red and irritated. He enjoyed how soothing her body lotion felt and how cool it made his skin feel.
After she wrapped the towel around his body and tucked it in just beneath his under arms, she took a smaller towel and, after running a comb through his wet chestnut colored shoulder length hair, wrapped the towel around his hair and twisted it up atop his head like a turban. She then took him by the hand and led him to her bathroom vanity mirror. She placed three different elixirs down on the vanity.
“You will use all three of these. Start with the face lotion. Then, after you rub it in, use this face cream. Between the two, your pores will close up and your skin will firm up a bit as well. The last one I want you to use around your eyes to firm up your skin just a bit.”
As he began to do as she said, he began to realize just how much work and effort went into his wife’s efforts to look presentable, and, he had to admit, desirable. While she may not have removed her body hair every day, she did spend quite a bit of time in front of the mirror achieving the effect she desired to present her world with.
She had left him to gather together the items he would be wearing this evening. He could hear drawers open and close as she rummaged about her possessions to find the right things for him to wear with her dress. When she had laid everything out upon their bed, she went to him. She removed the towel from his head and let his hair fall to his neck. She ran her fingers through it several times.
“You have put me through quite an effort here. These things were hidden at the bottom of my drawers. They won’t fit me at this point. But they should do just fine on you. Okay…come over here and let’s see what we can do for you.”
She turned him toward the bathroom mirror, picked up a spray bottle with a clear liquid in it, and sprayed his damp hair till it was nearly dripping. Then she ran both hands through his hair, making certain that the liquid was thoroughly rubbed in. Then she took a comb and gently combed his hair straight back. She combed it for several minutes until the spray began to dry and take hold. His naturally straight thick hair began to dry.
“I would love to have you grow your hair and have it permed one day. I think it would look positively divine.”
She laid down the comb and removed the towel from around his body, “Yes. That’s much better.”
Her eyes inspected his body. She ran her hand up his thigh to settle cupping his scrotum. She held it in her hand as if assessing its weight.
“Yes…much better. It even makes your equipment look like a child’s without that awful hair.”
She giggled as she looked into his eyes.
“Okay. Let’s start to get you dressed sweet heart.”
Taking his hand, she walked into the bedroom, “You remember what I wore beneath that dress, don’t you? My lingerie was black. Why don’t we start with this?”
She handed him a black lace trimmed, open crotch, girdle. There were four garter tabs for the stockings. He took it into his trembling hands and felt the material with his finger tips. She laughed as she watched him inspect the girdle,
“The small rose at the waist goes in the front darling.”
He bent and lifted one leg into the garment and then the other. He relished the strange new sensation of the girdle’s fabric sliding up his hairless legs. The cloth actually felt cool as he raised the garment over his hips and set it in place around his waist. He felt the spandex gently squeezing his belly and hips.
“Here…” She came up to him and gently tugged the waist of the garment up another three inches.
“You see? This is called a long line girdle. It should reduce your waist enough to really make that dress look slinky. The stocking tabs are hidden by the hem so that you’ll have one smooth line. I remember all the fun you had with me the last time I wore this. Well I intend to have my fun with you tonight. Let’s put the bra on you next.”
She handed him the matching black bra.
“Hook the back and then turn it around. That’ll make it easier for you to do this on your own.”
He followed her instructions. The cups were slightly padded to give shape and support to the wearer; not to mention a bit more size. The fit was a bit loose but, for one evening, it would do.
“Let’s see if we can’t firm this up a bit,” she gathered several pairs of her older stockings and stuffed them into the cups to give the bra some real shape.
“There! That is much better. Have a look in the mirror and tell me what you think.”
His smile said everything. He turned a bit to his left and then his right.
“Right! Now let’s get going on your face and nails. But first let me make one correction,” she noticed his excitement as he created a small bulge in the front of the girdle. She reached under and up to grasp his penis. She pulled it straight down and let the spandex hold it in place. He reached down to undo it but she slapped his hands away.
“Oww! That hurt.”
“You must learn to control yourself darling.”
She spoke so sweetly but it still provided no consolation to him, or his discomfort.
“Come,” she took his hand and led him back into the bathroom to her side of the vanity, “Let’s see what we can do with your face and
your nails.”
She sat him on her stool in front of the mirror and looked at his skin and his features, “You do have fine features…really quite…feminine. And your skin is much better than mine. It has such even tone. You are quite pretty which is probably why I was so attracted to you to begin with.”
A towel went around his neck to catch any falling powders and she turned the stool so that he faced away from the mirror. She hugged and kissed him. Then she got down to business.
“I know the colorations of my cosmetics are not really a match for you with your porcelain complexion, but somehow I got this sample of foundation that is slightly lighter than yours. Perhaps we will go for the Goth look. We really must get some things for you.”
He thought she seemed so definite that this wouldn’t be the last time they played this game. This excited him even more. Thankfully he was sitting and could hold his penis between his thighs. At least the angle wasn’t as sharp when he sat and he became hard once again.
She decided to start with his nails. She retrieved a package of inexpensive plastic glue on nail extensions from her vanity drawer and proceeded to find the proper sizes. Then, one by one, after first checking the fit, she glued them on.
After they set, which was rather quickly, she applied a base coat of nail lacquer to each tip. While that dried, she began to do his face. Once she began, she worked like a woman processed. First she applied the foundation. Though he really didn’t require it, she needed to slightly lighten his complexion so that her other colors would work.
Now, what to do about his brows. They were a bit too bushy and she didn’t have the time, or the patience, to pluck them into a reasonable shape. Fortunately he had an electric hair trimmer so the first thing done was trimming his brows to a shorter length. She then took his razor and removed the slight bridge of hair between his brows. Then she shaped the brows themselves into a narrower, less masculine arch.
“Hmmm… I might have gone a bit too far. But we’re still clearly within the Brook Shields look. Anyway…a bit of eye brow pencil and nobody will really notice the difference.”
Oh my dear Lord, he thought. Whatever has she done to me? She had his back to the mirror as she worked so there was no way of knowing if she had mangled the job until she was finished.
Then she applied a deep plum blush to his face just beneath his cheek bones. She applied a silver base of eye shadow to his upper lids and simply swiped a line just below his lower lashes. Then she put a plum shade of shadow on the eye lids; again one swipe beneath his lower lashes. With a small oval sponge, she blended the shadows to a proper graduation from deep plum at the lash line to nearly all silver near his brow. She also blended the thin lines of shadow beneath his lower lashes. She finished with a very fine liner and two coats of jet black mascara.
She did take a moment to apply a second coat of enamel to his finger nails and a first coat on his toe nails, placing a ball of cotton between each toe as she went along.
“We really must get you to a stylist for a complete make over one of these days. Would you like that sweetheart?”
He didn’t quite know how to receive her comment. She sounded so sincere yet there was just the slightest hint of condescension in her voice. Yet it did sound so very tempting, having all this done by professionals using the correct, and most fashionable, colors. Hmmm…
“Well! I am waiting for an answer. I don’t speak merely to hear my own
voice.”
“Yes…”
She startled him with her tone and inflection. He looked up into her eyes. ‘Good’, she thought, ‘he’s blushing but one can’t really notice it because of the foundation. However, the eyes never deceive; not with my sweetheart’.
“…that would be quite nice.”
“That’s better. Try not to let your mind wander too much. I’m putting a lot of effort into this and you should at least stay awake for it.”
“Yes dear, I will.”
“Now we only have to finish your lips and re-comb your hair a bit. Now be a good girl and open your mouth just a bit. Oh yes, you look so very inviting like that.”
He had no idea of what she meant. But then again, he was sometimes clueless and she seemed to enjoy that part of him. She took a fine line paint brush and, after putting some of her lipstick on it, drew the outline of his lips. She drew just over the edge of his lips to give them the appearance of being plumper then they actually were. She thought he had wonderful lips anyway.
The sensation of the fine brush on his lips sent a tingling down his spine. He wasn’t quite sure he enjoyed it, but then again, he certainly didn’t want her to stop. She then took the lipstick and applied it to his upper and lower lips. Then she took a tissue and had him blot his lips on it.
One more coating after that and she was finished. She stood back to examine her ‘work of art’. She always had a critical eye and her inspection of his face was no exception.
“Yes…not bad at all. Let’s get you dressed and then we’ll finish with your hair. No peeking in the mirror now. I want you to be completely surprised.”
She led him back into the bed room and closed the closet door with the full length mirror on it.
“First things first sweetheart; I will show you how to put on these stockings but I do expect you to dress yourself in the future. First of all, lift up the hem of the girdle until the garter tabs are exposed.”
After he had done what she ordered, she had him sit on the bed as she picked up the jet black sandal toed stockings. She happened to like a bit of support to the weave of her stockings which made them less likely to snag and run. This would be perfect for him.
“Now watch carefully. See how I bundle the stocking in my hands? I’ll slip the first one on for you. Lift your leg and put your toe in first.”
After doing as instructed, she pulled the stocking up on his leg, gently letting the nylon slip between her fingers. He felt like he had died and gone to heaven. The material felt so very sensual on his smooth, hairless, leg. As with the girdle and the bra, he relished the constricting feeling of the stocking. He was so over whelmed by the sensations that he needed to close his eyes of a moment.
“See if you can’t manage to clip on the garter tabs sweetie. Straighten your leg out and don’t clip it past the lace. Do be careful not to ruin your nails!”
She got a chuckle out of his attempts to master the difficulty of using garter tabs with long finger nails.
“You should thank me for not having you wear the stockings with the back seam. I would insist that you keep those seams perfectly straight. But I think you would enjoy that little torment, wouldn’t you?”
He was so intent on accomplishing what she had asked him to do that he failed to reply.
“Well! Would you or wouldn’t you enjoy that!”
Her tone startled him and he was on the verge of fastening the second tab.
“Yes dear, I really would.”
She handed his the second stocking and told him to try to do as she had done. It took him a while longer. It was not only his first time attempting this, but he had the longer nails to contend with as well. He went slowly and managed to perform this task reasonably well. He stood and flipped the bottom of the girdle back down; hiding the garter tabs and the top of the stockings.
“That was quite good. I think you’ve done this before, haven’t you.”
He felt a chill run through his body when she said that. He was so very excited by the stimulation the under garments were providing and her little comments only added to that thrill.
“Now for your shoes. If I remember correctly, and I usually do…don’t I…”
Though it was not really a question, he had become so accustomed to her method of speaking to him, he replied.
“Yes Daddy, you usually do.”
“I wore those lovely silver sandals with the ankle wrap straps.”
As she bent to rummage for the shoes, he realized that he didn’t remember them at all. When she pulled them out of the partially opened closet, he nearly fainted. One look at the four inch stiletto heels and he had visions of broken ankles. She could see the fear and trepidation on his face. His look caused her to laugh.
“Many of us wear high heels every day. So put your big girl panties on and deal with it. Sit on the bed.”
The shoes appeared to be so delicate. There was barely a sole and the straps were so thin and delicate looking. She placed them on his feet and wound the straps around his ankle and calf till the two ends met. She did the small buckle, thankfully. She repeated the process on his other foot. He would never have been able to secure the straps with his nails.
“Come…”
She reached out to take his hands.
“…stand up and let’s have a look.”
She half pulled him off the bed. He now stood nearly eye to eye with her. His legs wobbled as he tried to obtain some degree of center and balance. He held onto her hands tightly and as she began to lead him around the room.
“Put one foot in front of the other. There, isn’t that better? I think you’ll be spending quite a bit of time holding my arm tonight. How does it feel to be my arm candy?”
He smiled and blushed a bit. She could see the redness in his neck. He giggled as they walked slowly back and forth. The sensation of being in the heels was a very odd one for him. He felt so vulnerable, and yet so…sexy.
“That’s my girl. I knew you’d have this down in no time at all. Now for the last finishing touches. Stand right here. Put one foot in front of the other and have them at a forty five degree angle. I know that you know what that means.”
She backed away from him and watched as he assumed the pose. ‘Good’, she thought, ‘he can remain fairly well balanced’. She turned toward the closet to retrieve the dress. Glancing back at him, she watched him looked at his nails. She smiled and thought how easy this was going to be. She pulled the red dress out of the closet and walked toward him.
He suddenly stopped gazing at his nails. He was mesmerized by the dress. Everything she had done to him thus far had led to this moment. His prize, dangling on the hanger in his wife’s hands, seemed to bring everything done so far into focus. It had taken so much time to get ready for this one single act of completion that he felt like kneeling down and thanking his wife for the many times she worked so hard to get ‘dressed’ for him.
“You see that black slip on the bed? You need to put it on. Wool, even fine wool such as this dress, has a tendency to cling to under garments and stockings. The slip will help prevent that from happening. We don’t want to be pulling down our dress all evening, do we?”
He put the slip on over his head. It fell to just below the hem of the girdle. The straps were a bit long for him but he managed to adjust them to a proper fit for his bra. There was simply so much to do to get ready.
His wife unzipped the dress and discarded the hanger. She slowly handed him the dress, watching the expression in his eyes as his fingers gently grasped the soft fabric. She knew he was excited. She could see his excitement; the way his eyes lighted up and the coy smile on his painted lips. Glancing down at his crotch, she was amused to see that the extra strength of the spandex kept whatever erection he might have had hidden, and certainly uncomfortable.
“Well? Stop gawking at it and put it on! This is what you’ve been waiting for, isn’t it?”
He stepped into the dress and slowly put his arms into the sleeves. It was as if he was being bathed in the softest of fabric. His entire body felt electrified as the wool rubbed against his hairless arms and legs. His penis was as hard as it ever was going to get and he would have been afraid of dripping his fluids onto the magnificent material. Now he realized that she had chosen the long line girdle for a good reason.
“Let me zip it up for you.”
He turned around presenting her with his back. She straightened the shoulders of the dress a bit and zipped him into its sinfully luxurious grasp. He closed his eyes and simply stood in place as his body took in the sensations of being dressed. He felt the compression of the dress as it hugged his curves like a second skin.
She was holding him by his shoulders but now she stepped up to him until their bodies touched and moved one hand over his breast and the other hand on his stomach. She heard him moan as his breathing became deeper. His eyes were still closed and his mouth half opened as she moved her hand along the dress from his belly down to his thigh and then around to his rump. She rested her chin on his shoulder.
“Do you remember when you did this to me the last time I wore this dress? Remember how you cupped my breast and teased my nipple through the fabric? Wouldn’t it be nice to feel that sensation yourself? Too bad these aren’t real, don’t you think?”
If she weren’t holding him so closely, he might have fallen over as she spoke softly into his ear. Her teeth gently pulled at his eye lobe as she caressed him.
“I am waiting for an answer? Don’t you wish you had real breasts for me to caress? Imagine how this dress would feel against your naked breasts.”
“Yes…”
He was nearly hypnotized by her words and her caresses. He barely had the breath to answer.
“We really should get your ears pierced.”
She again pulled on his ear lobe gently with her lips.
“We could put earrings in your ears that have some weight. Maybe some chandeliers or beaded danglers that would tease your neck when you moved your head. Perhaps some heavy gold loops; the possibilities are endless you know.”
She continued to tease his ears as she spoke. His breathing became even heavier. She suddenly turned his head and, while staring deeply into his eyes, his very needy and excited yes, she kissed his lips softly. He moaned again. She kissed him again and rubbed his belly as her tongue plunged into his mouth. He closed his eyes and leaned back into her. He was hers as she stole his breathe from him. She enjoyed the affect she was having on him. He was her’s; there wasn’t any question in her mind.
“We have only a few small details to complete before you’re fully dressed. Now I want you to go to my jewelry box and pick out a necklace, a bracelet or two, some rings and I do believe I might have several pair of clip on earrings. Now go.”
She had to give him a slight push from her. He was in another world composed of sensation and he truly didn’t want to return to reality, if even for one moment. He went to her jewelry box and began to gather and put on what he though might look nice. She went into the bath room to fetch her comb, brush, and a spray bottle of liquid.
“We need to finish styling your hair so don’ty put on any earring yet.”
She entered the bedroom and placed the items on her bureau.
“Come little girl, let me finish you up.”
She sat him on the bed and sprayed his hair with the liquid.
“This is merely helps with any tangles we may have.”
She parted his hair down the middle and combed each side straight down to discover that it was nearly a perfect wedge cut. She needed to plant the seed.
“We really must do something with you hair. You cannot simply let it grow as it may. I think perhaps a wedge cut seems to suit you well. I might have it highlighted. Or, as I said, maybe we should perm it. It should be cut even a bit longer toward the front so that, if you choose, you can comb it straight back for your job, as if anyone would notice anyway. Now let’s see what you’ve chosen for jewelry.”
He chose her thirty six inch long string of seven millimeter pearls. He needed to double it up. And, of course, the matching four strand bracelet. He chose several rings in silver with several semi-precious stones. They seemed to fit different fingers which proved to be quite delightful. Now that his hair was finished, she picked the pair of matching pearl drop earrings with the screw down backs. They would be long enough to tickle his neck when he turned his head. She would tighten the screws enough to let him know that they were there at all times.
“Oh my, we nearly forgot one very important thing.”
She went into the bathroom and quickly returned with a small yellow cylinder. She quickly gave him a short spray around his neck and beneath the hem of his dress.
“Every woman should have at least one Chanel scent. This one is number seventeen. It gives off a different aroma on different women.”
“What was the second spray for?”
“Oh you poor baby…you know nothing. That one was in the event you get lucky tonight.”
She laughed as she watched him absorb the comment and suddenly became aware of exactly what she meant. He stood there wide eyed and mouth agape with the realization of what she might have meant by ‘lucky’. What if somebody else came on to him? What if his wife did nothing about it and let it continue?
“Now we’re ready baby. Let’s have a look at my ‘new’ girl friend.”
She took his hand and positioned him in front of the closet door. She opened the door to reveal the mirror. He stood there in absolute shock at the image reflected back to him. He couldn’t recognize anything about him that was familiar. He could see his wife smiling and giggling at the mirror’s edge.
“Why don’t you turn so that you can take in the full effect? You really are quite lovely you know.”
Without a word, he began to turn and view himself from different angles. He was so taken with what he saw that he never noticed that she had gotten her camera until the flash began to take pictures.
“What are you doing!”
His surprise verged on panic. What would she do with the pictures? Why was she even taking them? Of course she got two or three with his wide eyed and opened mouth look.
“Tomorrow is a new day. I want to remind you of how delicious you looked tonight. Don’t you think it’s a great idea?”
“Yes…but if anybody ever got hold of those pictures…”
“And who would recognize you anyway. You are a different person now. I want you to pose for me. I want different angles and different faces. I’ve done all this work on you and maybe I’ll want to have these pictures to look at.”
She could tell that he wasn’t sure about this whole thing and he didn’t want to have more pictures taken; but he would do it anyway. He would do it for her. He would do anything for her. She began to snap away again having him pose in various positions and with different expressions on his face. By the time she was satisfied, he was actually smiling and getting into character with her direction. Now it was her turn to dress.
“Why don’t you go downstairs and fetch us two strong drinks while I start to get ready?”
He was still engrossed with his image in the mirror. He hadn’t even really heard her.
“I said to get us drinks…now!”
He teetered toward the stairs, still unaccustomed to the high heels. At the stairs he faced the dilemma of how to descend. In a man’s shoe, one can step with the heel and still maintain balance. But in heels, the stiletto’s tip was too small for him to balance adequately. He stepped down and as he applied pressure onto the tiny heel, the front of his foot nearly toppled him. He quickly decided that the safest way to descend would be sideways placing on foot completely on the step and then following with the next. He knew that there would be no bounding up and down the steps whilst he wore heels.
After finally descending the stairs, he went to their salon to fetch the drinks. He quickly took a drink of the gin. Then he prepared the two drinks adding ice and a slice of lime. Now he faced the challenge of ascending the stairs without the use of his hand to hold the railing. He slowly and carefully sidled up the stairs and entered their bedroom. He could hear her in the bathroom preparing for their night out.
“I have your drink dear.”
She opened the door just enough to stick her hand out and he gave her the glass. Neither of them spoke. He took a seat on their bed and thought about what he was about to do. He wasn’t sure what he feared more; being ‘read’ or not being ‘read’. What if needed to relieve himself; would he use the ‘Ladies’ or would he simply test his continence? What should he do if a woman, or even worse, a man, approached him? He was so lost in thought that he never heard her enter the bedroom.
“Awe…poor baby! You look so worried. If you continue to scowl, you’ll get wrinkles and then no man will want you. Have some of your drink and loosen up. We’re going to have fun tonight!”
He took a healthy swallow of his gin as she ducked back into the bathroom. He heard her laugh as he felt the gin’s bite hit his belly; it’s warmth quickly spreading throughout his body.
“You know…you are so wrapped up in your own little world that you didn’t even notice what I’m wearing tonight. That is so typical of a girl on her first big date.”
She laughed again as he sat and waited. He noticed that he left a lipstick impression on his glass. He got up and went to the mirror to check his make up. She came out of the bathroom again just as he was looking at himself.
“You are so vain. Do you know that?”
He held up the glass to show her his lip print on the glass.
“I only wanted to make sure my lips were still…”
“Oh my sweetheart…that’s why we carry a purse with essential things such as lipstick. You always have to make certain that you look your best when you’re out in public. Well?”
She held out her arms to show him her outfit. He stared in shock. She smiled as she straightened her jacket lapels and pulled down the cuffs of her shirt so that an inch or so protruded.
“Do you like the way your Daddy looks tonight?”
She had put on her finest dark blue pin striped ladies suit. Although it came with both pants and a skirt, she opted for the pants for this evening. She wore one of her ‘men’s’ style pinpoint white cotton shirts. She ‘borrowed’ one of his rarely worn silk paisley ties and had the matching handkerchief in the jacket’s breast pocket.
Even though the shirt and the jacket buttoned in the opposing position of men’s styling, she looked quite…butch. Her only accessories were her Raymond Weil gold trimmed stainless steel women’s sports watch and her wedding band. She wore her black wing tipped ankle boots with a one and one-half inch heel.
“Sauce for the gander I say!”
She seemed so profoundly pleased with her fashion choice. She turned around several times and observed herself in the mirror. The jacket was cut for a woman. The shoulders were padded more than for a man and the waist was slightly more tailored.
“You like? It’s my ‘Annie Hall’ look…so to speak.”
He was still taking her visage in. Slowly a smile crept onto his face.
“Yes. I like it very much. You look quite…handsome actually.”
“Come and stand next to me. Let’s see us together in the mirror.”
He arose from his seat and went to her. She put her arm around his waist. He could smell his after shave cologne on her. The picture excited both of them. Although one could tell that she was a woman because of her finer features, he was more difficult to detect. Her salt and pepper hair, which she normally kept cut to a three inch length, was combed straight back and jelled.
“What did you do with your…uh…boobs?”
“I unscrewed them and put them in the closet.”
She laughed at his embarrassment. He was so odd at times she thought.
“I’m wearing an old sports bra that is rather tight. Does it show through my blouse?”
“Not at all. You look…wonderful.”
“Let’s go downstairs and call for a cab. We can have another drink while we wait.”
Another drink! He was already feeling quite good now. He let her descend first. He followed her and kept his hand on her shoulder for balance. Once in their salon, she sat while he made two more drinks. He sat down next to her on the loveseat, smoothing his dress beneath him and they, or rather his wife, began to speak.
“When we were standing together in front of the mirror…you know what I thought?”
He shook his head.
“I thought of how much you looked like my trophy wife.”
She put her hand on his thigh and laughed at his wide eyed expression.
“I mean…I do deserve that…don’t you think? Don’t you think you’d be the perfect trophy wife for me? Do all the nasty little things that I like?”
She continued to tease him as she rubbed his thigh and moved her hand up to his crotch and belly. There really wasn’t much he could do. He was the proverbial fly in the spider’s silken web and, in spite of his fear of this…new thing…he loved every embarrassing moment!
“Now you haven’t said a single word about any of this. How do you feel?”
He had a hard time concentrating on her words. He was more intrigued by the husky tone of her voice then the meaning of what she said. He looked down at his hands, which were folded on his lap, and at his shiny finger nails, as he spoke.
“Well…”
“That’s a fine start honey.”
She leaned into him, stuck her tongue in his ear, and then pulled gently on his ear lobe. He could feel a slight wetness between his legs as a bit of pre-cum leaked from him. She simply electrified him with her mouth.
“…I am so thrilled and excited and…scared all at the same time. I never imagined that this…” he flipped his wrists outward nearly spilling his drink. “…would be the result! I would be anything, and do anything, for you. I love you so much…but this? This is scaring me.”
She could feel her eyes begin to water a bit. His confession was more than she ever expected to hear. She had to put her drink down on the end table and embrace him. She wanted to pull him into her; make him a part of her being as never before. After all, she did love him.
She continued to tease him with her entrancing words and her hands until the sound of the taxi’s horn brought them both back to their senses. She handed him a silver clutch purse with a few necessary essentials; lipstick, natural lip gloss, a compact with a brush for the caked powder, and a packet of tissues. She put a silvered wool shawl over his shoulders against the chill of the night’s air. She opened the front door for him, locked it, and took his arm as they walked down the steps.
His face lighted up as he spoke and he thought of how lucky he was to have her. She rarely thought of her pleasure in bed. She loved attending him and his needs, and desires. He never had to give a second thought to her desires because her only true desire; her only true need; was to please him.
The gin helped her relax enough to walk without even thinking about it. He opened the taxi’s door for her and she carefully seated herself, smoothing the bottom of her dress as she sat down and he followed her in as she slid carefully across the seat. He sat up against her with his arm around her shoulders pulling her into him and his other hand on her thigh.
The driver’s eyes nearly popped out when he saw the husband gently bite his wife’s ear and move his hand up to caress her breast. He smiled at the driver in the rear view mirror as he told him where they wanted to go. The driver nodded and, with a stunned look on his face, took them to the restaurant.
Once at their destination, the husband opened the door, exited the taxi after paying the driver, then extended his arm so that his wife could exit. She was completely unfamiliar with the restaurant, but extremely impressed. He held the door open for her as she entered into the dimly lighted warmth of wooden floors, crystal chandeliers and linen table clothes.
He slipped the maitre de a folded bill and they are escorted to a secluded semi-circular booth. A wine list and menu are placed down at each setting and the candle that sits beside the small arrangement of fresh cut flowers was lit.
She was aglow with the very romantic setting arranged by her husband and she grasped his hand and smiled lovingly at him. He beamed with the pride that comes from being able to entertain such a beautiful woman at his leisure.
As her eyes became more accustomed to the dim light, she surveyed the room and saw mostly couples; all well dressed and engaged in quiet talk or simply gazing at their companions. The wonderfully delicious aromas from the various foods permeated the establishment.
The place settings are complete with several forks of varying sizes, three knives, several spoons and two stemmed glasses, one of which is filled with water by their waiter. They both placed their fine linen napkins on their laps and he began to look at the menus.
The young waiter, Andrew, an unemployed ‘actor’ and student, attended them. He looked at the husband and was somewhat surprised at the higher pitch of his voice. He looked carefully and suddenly his eyebrows arched and a gentle smile broke out on his face. He looked at the wife and his smile now displayed his perfectly aligned and very white teeth.
The husband ordered for the two of them. They would have the shell fish special with the smoked trout appetizers and hearts of palm salads. Of course they would have a good French Brut with their meal.
“Very good sir.”
Andrew disappeared with their order. His wife looked at him with wide opened eyes.
“I think he knows!”
She was a bit unnerved. He held her hand and smiled.
“Yes…but perhaps he’s the only one that does. Look around you. Nobody’s looking at me. They’re all look at you. You are so beautiful tonight.”
He loved her demure look, eyes downcast and painted nails to her face. She always seemed to have that look but never before has it been…so real. The husband began to speak to her, but she only heard every other word. She suddenly couldn’t take her eyes off of him. She dreamily gazed into his eyes as he spoke and suddenly realized how terminally handsome he was.
His face lighted up as he spoke and he thought of how lucky he was to have her. She rarely thought of her pleasure in bed. She loved attending him and his needs, and desires. He never had to give a second thought to her desires because her only true desire; her only true need; was to please him. Dear Lord he loved her so very much.
She excited him so much. He could feel the dampness between his legs. He no longer even thought about what he was saying. All he thought about was her between his legs; doing what she did as nobody else could ever do. She was like a starving woman when she was down in ‘her place’. She would exhaust him with her mouth and tongue to the point of unconsciousness.
On occasion, if he happened to strike first, he would please her with his mouth and two, or three, fingers. Sometimes he would mount her and wring the lust from her body as he clutched her breasts and squeezed her nipples. But she was never demanding and seemed very satisfied doing what she did.
He slipped his foot out of his ankle boot and slowly brought it up the inside of her leg. His foot inched its way beneath the red dress and he felt her heat through his silk dress socks. His toes wiggled their way to her crotch. She sighed as he gently rubbed her equipage. As he ran his toes along her length, her eyes closed in a moment of ecstasy and she had to breathe through her mouth. Andrew arrived with their champagne.
She barely remembered the dinner. Her mind and her heart were totally engrossed with thoughts of him and what his very presence was doing to her. She trembled with excitement and she felt herself leaking fluid between her thighs.
He barely remembered the dinner. He simply couldn’t wait to have her alone and all to himself so he could put her between his legs. That was where she belonged. He felt the wetness between his legs as he dampened his silk boxer shorts.
They barely made it through the meal. Andrew had cleared the table and poured the last of the champagne. Before Andrew could relate the special desserts, the husband crooked his finger. Andrew bent down so that the husband could speak softly into his ear, “Perhaps you have a…private powder room we might use for a few moments after you take our dessert order?”
Andrew turned his head to look directly into the husband’s eyes. He smiled and nodded his head, “Follow me sir…and madam. I’ll bring you the chocolate covered strawberries, which are heavenly tonight. And the mousse is superb, as always. In about…oh…ten minutes?”
The husband laughed, “Andrew…you are the man!”
He discretely handed the waiter a folded twenty dollar bill. The husband arose from his chair and then assisted his wife leaving the table. They followed the waiter to the rear of the restaurant, “Just go past the rest rooms and it’s the next door on the right. It says ‘handicapped’ on the door.”
They walked down the hall and the husband opened the door for his wife. She stepped into the room and he followed closing and locking the door behind them. He grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. He took her in his arms and kissed her as he has never done before. He wanted her to feel his desire and need. He felt her tremble as he simply took her breath away.
She felt his lips on hers and felt them slide slightly on her lipstick. She tasted the champagne in his mouth and sucked on his tongue when it entered her. She rubbed her crotch against him as she simply let him take her.
Her hands found his belt and she opened the buckle. She unbuttoned his trousers and let them slide down his legs. She knelt at his feet and reached into his shorts. She could smell his excitement as she felt his dampness.
He leaned back against the basin counter and kicked off his shoe. He let his leg slip out of the trouser leg as she pulled his boxers down. He set his rump on the counter and lifted his leg ,resting his foot on the counter top as well.
She couldn’t wait or even tease. She simply went to his crotch and ran her tongue from the bottom of his slit to the top as slowly as she could. He moaned and placed his hands on her head. She tasted his essence, his dampness, his excitement and desire for her.
His lips parted like the petals of a rose opening. Her tongue glided up and down his petals like a skater on ice. He was so very wet. His aroma was more intoxicating then the gin and the wine and she wanted to rub her entire face in it. But time was of the essence and she wanted to please him quickly so that their evening together could continue.
He rolled his pelvis to the movement of her tongue. His thighs quaked as he felt his orgasm start to build. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily through his mouth as her tongue bedeviled his clit. She was frantic in her lapping and she felt his clit poke its head, enlarge, and swell beneath her tongue’s persuasion. She suddenly sucked the nubbin into her mouth and sucked on it with her lips.
He exploded with a groan and a roar as his thighs quivered beyond control and his body, in its awkward position, undulated as his orgasm ripped through him.
She looked up at him and, with his clit still between her lips, smiled. She felt his wetness on her mouth and chin. His eyes were still closed as the after shocks of his explosion rippled through his body. As his breathing returned to normal, he looked down to see his wife’s eyes and smiling face.
She gave him one more gentle pull with her lips, which caused him to spasm one more time, and then she let go. As she arose from her knees, he noticed that she had also relieved herself and had spurted a very small puddle of fluid on the floor.
He began to redress himself as she cleaned her fluid up with a paper towel. Then they both checked themselves in the mirror. It was quite obvious to both of them that she needed to repair her make up. He assisted with this task after she washed her mouth and chin. He put the final touches on her face and let her redo her lips.
One last look in the mirror and they left the room to return to their table. He held her around her waist and nuzzled her ear as they walked. He felt so good; so relaxed. She smiled, her eyes still glazed from the wine and her lust; his scent still permeating her mind and exciting her.
Upon seeing his customers return, Andrew rushed to the table. The husband held his wife’s chair out and helped her sit and Andrew assisted the husband, “I’ll have your desserts out in a moment. Would you care for coffee or a brandy?”
The husband ordered two coffees and two strong single malt whiskeys. His wife looked at him in surprise, “My head is already spinning from the champagne. I don’t think I can eat or drink more. I am so stuffed.”
“The night is young and I still want to go out to a bar or a club. I feel like dancing…or something. Anyway, this is your last evening of stuffing your self as you please. Tomorrow you start your new diet.”
”What?”
“I want you to lose some weight. Your ‘new’ clothes would fit much better and you wouldn’t have to feel so confined in firm foundation garments. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
She looked at him as if he came from a different planet. In a voice that was part whine and part begging, she spoke, “Nooooo…I so much wanted to go home…”
She reached across the table to take his hands in hers. Her eyes pleaded as she continued,“…and continue making love to you. Can’t we go to a club another time? Please?”
“Now listen dear…it was you who wanted to get dressed up, wasn’t it?”
She nodded and averted her eyes with her head bowed.
“So the very least you can do is accommodate me. And anyway, you are having a good time, aren’t you?’
She demurely bowed her head a bit lower. He simply adored her when she did that. He knew she was blushing beneath her make up and he loved it!
“Yes. You’re right. I did want this. And you did help me, so…I will do whatever pleases you.”
After they had their desserts, coffee and the drinks, Andrew came to present the check, “Andrew, we’re thinking of going somewhere to have a few drinks and perhaps dance.”
She looked at him with surprise. He knew she wasn’t a good dancer and indeed didn’t even like to dance. Well…perhaps a slow dance was nice.
“One of my workers mentioned The Whale and the Dolphin. I think that’s close to here.”
Andrew gave the husband a thoughtful look, complete with his hand under his chin. He looked at the wife and again back at the husband.
“To be honest, that club is a lesbian bar. Although gays are allowed in as couples, they basically cater to women and they make no bones about that. It might not be the experience you’d be looking for.”
”Do you have another suggestion?”
The husband was really determined to make a night of it. He did not want this…he did not want to ‘put his wife away’ just yet.
“Why yes, I do!”
Andrew suddenly became very animated with his hands fluttering and his eye brows arching. His grin was ear to ear as he spoke.
“You might want to try The Fantasy Club. It’s only three blocks from here. It’s a cabaret and I think you’ll love it!”
“What’s a cabaret?”
Andrew couldn’t believe the husband hadn’t heard of a cabaret before.
“Well…it’s a place where men dress as women and they put on a show. They impersonate various divas, like Cher, or Diana Ross, or…well…anybody. They sing and have dance routines and it’s quite enjoyable. Straight couples as well as single men and women go to have fun.”
The husband’s face lighted up as Andrew spoke. His wife didn’t seem so enthusiastic.
“The audience is half the show anyway. The cover is a bit high but it does include two drinks. And…there is dancing as well as finger food.”
The husband smiled and looked at his wife.
“Well? What do you think dear? It sounds like fun to me.”
Her head still somewhat bowed, she looked up at him through her eye lashes and nodded, “Yes dear, that sounds fine to me.”
The husband paid the bill, with a handsome tip for Andrew, in cash, of course. He arose and helped his wife up. He placed the shawl around her shoulders and they both exited the restaurant to walk to The Fantasy Club.
“Do I really have to go on a diet? I’m not even close to being over weight.”
She leaned into him as he put his arm around her shoulders. The night air was crisp and refreshing after being in the restaurant for so long.
“Look, we’re not talking a major weight drop here…only a few pounds. Just imagine being able to wear fine silk undies instead of that girdle, although it does manage to keep your little secret tucked away. Wouldn’t you like to look really good in some of the other dresses?”
“Is this going to be a thing now?”
“That depends on you sweet heart. You can’t imagine how wonderful you look to me and how much of a turn on this is.”
She giggled and then looked thoughtful for a moment.
“Yes…it is a turn on. And I love the way you look; so…strong and…virile.”
They could see a small gathering of people on the street ahead of them. As they approached, one of the ‘women’ smiled and spoke to the wife.
“Welcome to the party honey. You’ll love it here.”
The husband felt the wife’s grip on his arm tighten and she tried to hide in his shoulder.
“Oh my God!!! I don’t think I can do this.”
He continued walking, taking her up with him. A man looked at both of them. He smiled and nodded and bide them a good evening. The husband laughed, “I think we’re both going to be appreciated here.”
They walked up to the front of the theatrically lighted entrance which featured, in neon pink, the name The Fantasy Club. There was a rather burly tuxedoed man at the door who immediately greeted the husband and wife and ushered them through to the counter.
At the counter, a gorgeous woman, with a rather deep voice, greeted them and asked if they were a party of two, or more.
“Only us.”
The husband smiled at the ‘woman’ appreciatively; maybe to much so because the wife nudged him slightly in the ribs. The woman smiled charmingly in return as she spoke.
“First time here?”
“Yes. But you come very highly recommended; Andrew, the waiter at The Grill House.”
“Oh yes, Andrew! He sometimes fills in here if one of our girls is sick; he’s an absolute doll. He told you all about us?”
“I couldn’t stop him.”
She then looked toward the wife and smiled disarmingly, “And this is your first time honey?”
The husband answered.
“She’s a bit shy. This is my wife’s first time out.”
The woman smiled knowingly, and slyly, at the husband.
“She’s an absolute doll. I can guarantee that you’ll both love it here. I’ll charge you for one plus an extra ten and that’ll get you two drinks each.”
The woman smiled broadly as the husband handled over his credit card. She looked at the name, put her hand daintily to her mouth and smiled.
“I really need to see a picture I.D.; at least this one time. Once we do this, we’ll have you on file and there’ll be…no confusion?”
The husband laughed and gave her his driver’s license. After the charge was made, the woman signaled over toward another in the darkened archway that led into the club. A gorgeous, tall, slender blond in an electric blue, sequined, micro dress approached them and the woman spoke,
“To newbees…give them a good table and make sure they’re well taken care of. I believe we have two new members to our little club.”
The blond smiled at both of them as she took the wife’s hand.
“God honey, you look really beautiful tonight. Is this merino wool? I wish I could afford something like this. I also wish I had someone as handsome an escort as you to take me somewhere in it.”
She glanced back to smile at the husband. As she walked, she talked. And the more she talked, the less fearful the wife became. The wife felt as if she and the blond were simply two people, they could have been at the market, or in a diner, talking about nothing…and everything; although the blond did all the talking.
The husband barely listened. He simply followed behind taking in the sights around him. There were men and women, men and ‘women’, ‘women’, and men. He was delighted to know that he, at least from what he could see in the dimly lighted club, was the only man without the proper ‘equipment’. He noticed that he drew as many glances, and outright stares, as his wife; maybe even more.
They finally arrived at their table; one row back, just off center, in front the wooden dance floor. The blond seated the wife and kneeled down to speak into her ear, “Listen sweetie, if you need to use the little room, we go by how you’re dressed. Know what I mean?”
The wife nodded.
“However…”
She looked at her husband while still speaking in her ear.
“…we do sometimes make exceptions.”
The wife broke out laughing, as did the blond. The husband, who hadn’t heard a word, gave both of them a questioning look. The blond and the wife began to laugh again.
“Just girl talk handsome. You’ll find out when the time is right. Now, what can I get you two to drink? The champagne cocktails are an absolute dream…but very potent. Would you like to try one?”
The blond’s mouth was less then a whisper away from the wife’s ear.
“I really love your scent. Chanel…and maybe something a bit more organic? It’s heavenly.”
They both giggled as the blond arose and scurried off to fetch their drinks. In the meantime, a five piece band began to play and several couples got up to dance. The experience of seeing women dance with women was new to both of them; regardless of whether the women were…women or not.
The husband got up and offered his hand to his wife. She looked at him and took it. They walked to the floor and began to dance together. The song was medium tempo so while some danced apart from their partners, the wife was wrapped in her husband’s arms, her arms on his shoulders and her head resting on his chest. Her eyes were closed and her fingers gently squeezed his arms and shoulders.
They danced once more before she said her feet hurt. The husband laughed and whispered that now she knows how it feels. He kissed her lips and, wrapping his arm around her waist, escorted her back to their table. The cocktails were waiting for them. The condensation made rivulets down the side of the chilled fluted glass.
The husband seated his wife and then took his place. He raised his glass in a motion to toast and his wife followed suit.
“Here’s to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.”
She gently touch his glass with her own.
“And to the best husband I could ever have.”
They touched glasses again and sipped the cocktail.
“Oh my God! This is so good!”
With that said, she downed the entire drink in a few gulps. Her husband looked at her in amazement, “Listen sweet heart, there is a brandy or something in this drink. You’d better go easy. We’ve already had quite a bit to drink. More than your usual, you know.”
“I really would like another one. That was really good. Let’s dance again.”
The husband signaled the blond that one more cocktail was needed and then escorted his wife back to the dance floor; this time minus her high heels. The band was playing something a bit more up beat and she started gyrating even before her feet touched the wooden floor. Her husband, right behind her, also began moving to the beat and they danced facing one another; looking into each others eyes and smiling at the lewd thoughts that past between them.
They expressed their desires through their movements and were soon gyrating against each other. The husband thrust his pelvis out at her and she in turn thrust hers. They were grinding against one another as she laughed and sang with the music; a tune she was familiar with from Lord only knows where.
They danced one faster tempo song and then a very slow song together. She really ground her crotch into him and her hands were inside his jacket gently squeezing his chest and then his ass. She was in heaven. Her head on his chest and eyes closed as he kept his large hands on her shapely ass. His chin rested on her head and he inhaled the fragrance of her perfume mixed with the mild aroma of her perspiration.
She tired of dancing and wanted to rest a bit so they when once again to their table. She once again downed the cocktail waiting for her as he finished his and ordered two more.
“If you’re going to drink like that, I might as well take full advantage…”
Her husband laughed as he spoke; his eyes afire with thoughts of her naked and at his command.
“After all, it’s been some time since you’ve been…out of control?”
“Yes…it has…and I’m ready. I needed this tonight. I think I’ve needed this for some time now, you know?”
The next round of drinks came and this time she sipped hers. She fished around beneath the table with her feet trying to locate her shoes. She nearly fell off the chair as she finally located them and struggled, both with the alcohol and her ‘new’ nails, to redo the straps.
The wife gazed at her man and a look of distress suddenly appeared on her face, “I need to use the…little room.”
“What?”
Her voice was hushed, but quite imperative as she spoke again, “I have to pee!”
The husband laughed and signaled to the blond again. He looked at his wife and, also in a hushed voice, spoke.
“I wonder how she keeps those enormous boobs in that tiny dress.”
His wife looked at him through narrowed eyes, tight lips as she replied,
“They’re probably glued into place!”
The blond was at their table, smiling her captivating smile.
“My wife needs to use the…little room?”
“Oh sure honey. Come with me.”
The blond grabbed the wife’s hand and led her through the maze of tables to a corner near the rear of the cavernous room. She was taken to the ‘Ladies’ room. The wife exhibited some hesitation and pulled back slightly.
“Look honey…you really can’t go in the other room unless…well…you want to do business. Know what I mean?”
She made an ‘o’ with her mouth and moved her head back and forth when the wife had a questioning look on her face. Of course the wife was shocked. Did that sort of thing really go on in here?
“I’ll go in with you sweet heart. Believe me, it’s no big deal.”
She led the wife in by the hand to the once private sanctuary of females only. The room was full of women; mostly preening themselves in front of the enormous gilt edged mirror on the wall. A few were lounging on the leather covered benches against the opposite wall. Nearly every one was talking at the same time to nobody in particular. The blond mustered her loudest voice and made the announcement.
“Listen girls, we have a newbee with us tonight so take it easy on her! Clear a stall so she can take care of business and keep the claws retracted…or else!”
There was a chorus of hellos and welcomes as the wife was escorted across the floor. Her eyes couldn’t even take in the scope of women she saw. All were superbly dressed for the occasion.
The hair styles were magnificently beyond description. Many wore wigs but there were a few who had their real hair done by stylists. Their make up was no less dramatic and striking. This might have been a formal ball if she weren’t the only one with a hem line just below the knee. Every one of them literally glittered with the excitement of the night and they were simply getting ready to party.
“Every one looks so…so…wonderful!”
“Oh honey, if you think this is something, you should see the dressing room for the performers. That’s really amazing. You can smell the estrogen and Botox in the air and hissy fits are a dime a dozen. They have to look perfect for the show. Which, by the way, begins in about ten minutes so don’t dally too long.”
The wife quickly scurried into an open stall. Now she had to negotiate the dress, the split slip, and girdle; not an easy task when one has business to urgently do. She lifted the hem of the dress and the slip as much as she could, while trying not to wrinkle them too badly, and gathered the materials under one arm. With the other, she lifted the spandex flap of her girdle exposing the garter tabs and her stocking tops; also not an easy job one handed.
Then she realized that everything in her vision was slightly rolling and she felt as if she were at sea. Hmmm…the cocktails! She carefully seated herself and did her business, wiping with a piece of tissue just to make sure nothing would leak and stain the girdle, the slip, or the dress. She stood and let the slip and dress fall as them might.
The noise in the ladies room was lessening which meant that show time was rapidly approaching. She hurried to straighten herself and to make sure the slits were aligned and after flushing, she left the stall. A quick trip over to the mirror was in order where she freshened her lipstick and powdered a bit of a shine off her nose. Hmmm…not bad at all she thought.
Getting to the doorway of the ladies room was presenting a bit of a challenge. Putting one foot in front of the other was rapidly becoming a nearly impossible task. The drinks were definitely stronger than she had imagined. Finally, through the door and out into the large room. The lights were beginning to dim and she was having trouble seeing where she was seated.
The wife simply began to wander into the room hoping to see her husband, or the tall blond who had been so very helpful. She felt something lightly rub across her butt. When she looked to see what it was, there was nobody close enough to blame. She continued walking when, she could swear, someone else squeezed her butt. She swiftly turned nearly losing her balance. Were it not for the tall blond grabbing her arms she would have fallen.
“Oh honey, we can’t have you hitting the floor now. Come on sweet heart, I’ll get you to your seat.”
And so she did. When they got to the table, the husband looked up at them with a look of impatience. He arose from his seat to help his wife into her chair.
“What took you so long?”
She looked up at him. He seemed to be swaying along with the room, “Men! You’re all alike!”
“You danced several dances with him and each one was more…provocative then the one before it. You were grinding your ass against his crotch and then you shoved your crotch at him as though there were a place to put his package in your front. It was truly quite amazing to watch. You really got into character.”
“What do you mean? I ‘got into character’?”
“Well, you were dressed like a woman and were reacting to the men as a woman might…”
He leaned over and inhaled her aroma as he slowly came to full consciousness. He could smell her essence still on his face, though he didn’t remember their making love. Indeed, he didn’t remember much of the previous evening except that he drank way too much and his head hurt this morning.
He slowly, careful not to disturb her, began to move toward the edge of the bed. He suddenly realized that he was wearing something on his body that he never felt before. As he placed his feet on the floor and sat up, he recognized one of her long satin night shirts on his body. The satin felt wonderfully cool as it slid along his hairless body as he moved.
His head was beating a tattoo and he desperately needed to void himself. Thirsty…he was very thirsty. He arose and began to walk toward their bathroom. He started to bring his hand to his head and noticed his nails; the plum polished nails, and his matching toes.
Something also felt odd around his waist. He lifted the hem of the night shirt to discover a pair of her panties around his waist. ‘How did they get on me?’ he wondered.
There was also something in the back of his panties sort of stuffed between his butt cheeks. He reached in and pulled out balled up tissues. There appeared to be a wee bit of dried blood as well as some sort of dried and stiffening material on the tissue.
“Oh my dear Lord.”
He spoke beneath his breath. He entered the bathroom and closed the door quietly. He held the front of the night shirt in one hand and his crotch in the other as he approached the bowl. Still somewhat in shock at his condition, he instinctively pulled down the panties; lifted the ehm of the night shirt, and he sat down to pee.
He remembered nothing after…hmmm…he did remember the show starting. And he did have at least one, or was it two, more cocktails. The rest was a blur. He wiped himself carefully least he stain any of her clothing. He got up and went to the basin and began to fill a glass with cold water. He drank three glasses of water before his thirst was slaked.
The husband looked at himself in the mirror and muttered: “Oh my dear Lord! I look like a cheap whore on a Sunday morning!”
His make up, or what was left of it, was smeared beyond repair. Smudges of mascara streaked his lower lids and cheeks. His eye shadow was caked near the corners of his eyes. And his lipstick was but a faint smear across his mouth. Topped off with his blood shot eyes and disheveled hair, he looked nearly as poorly as he felt.
The husband doffed his satin night shirt and panties and he stepped into the shower. He washed himself and scrubbed his face as hard, and as thoroughly as he could. He shampooed and conditioned his hair. He felt as though he couldn’t wash himself clean enough. He did have to admit that soaping his now hairless body down was a novel sensual thrill.
He exited the shower and dried himself. He wrapped a towel around himself in the same manner as she had done and stepped to the mirror. He began to comb his hair back as was his usual fashion. Suddenly he stopped. ‘Why not’ he thought as he parted it down the middle and combed it straight down into the wedge style of the prior evening.
He stared at his reflection in the mirror for several moments. Yes, he could see it. She was right, as usual. There was definitely something just a bit feminine about him. Maybe it was his eyes. They certainly seemed to be a bit large with thick lashes. Maybe it was his mouth. His lips were a bit fuller than one would expect and his mouth just a touch wider. She did love kissing him and he loved her doing it.
He needed coffee. Shaking his head as if to clear his mind; he tore himself away from his image, removed and hung up the towel, and walked out of the bathroom. Donning a pair of her panties, the nightshirt, and her soft pink terry cloth slippers, he padded his way silently out of the bedroom and downstairs into their kitchen to prepare coffee.
As the coffee maker began its task, and the delightful aroma of the coffee began to fill the kitchen, his mind once again wandered to the events of the prior evening. He enjoyed what he could remember though many of the things they did frightened him. She had a habit of pushing his limits of sensibilities and it thrilled him; it exhilarated him.
He poured himself a mug of coffee and went to the front door to collect the Sunday newspaper. He opened the door a crack to see if anybody was out and about. He didn’t want to be spotted by a neighbor in his current attire. Seeing nobody on the street, he quickly snatched the bulky paper and shut the door, letting as little of the chilled morning air in as possible.
He went into their salon and settled himself onto the loveseat curling his legs beneath him for warmth. He gathered a knitted comforter around his shoulders and began looking through the paper as he sipped his coffee. The advertisements from the clothing stores caught his eye and he perused the women’s clothing section as he sipped the drink.
He was so completely engrossed looking at the dresses and accessories that he never heard his wife enter the room. “Well, I see you’re up nice and early this morning.”
She startled him and he nearly spilled his coffee. He smiled coyly at her.
“Yes…”
“And where is my coffee. It simply smells divine. Or must I do everything around here.”
He placed his mug on the table and hopped off the loveseat heading for the kitchen.
“Hey! You know how to greet me in the morning. Where’s my kiss?”
He turned and scurried to her. She embraced him with one arm around his waist and the other around his ass. Her lips met his and she kissed his; mashing his lips and licking the roof of his mouth with her tongue as she squeezed him firmly.
“You were quite the slut last night.”
She smiled wickedly at him, she eyes ablaze with the memories of his desires and needs in bed.
He looked at her with a shocked expression on his face.
“What do you mean? What did I do?”
“You were a very, very wicked little girl last night. Don’t you remember?”
Her voice was so husky and seductive as she eyed him hungrily.
“I don’t remember much after the show began.”
“How convenient. I must remind you. But first, fetch me some coffee.”
He soon returned with a mug for her. He put in cream and sugar; the way she likes it. She was sitting with one foot stretched across the loveseat, her arm across the top of it, and her other foot on the floor. She took the mug from his hand and with her other hand she patted the seat between her legs.
“Sit here. It’s where you aptly belong…between my legs.”
She giggled as he gingerly sat down where she indicated. She took another sip of coffee and placed the cup on the table along side of his. Her arm reached around his shoulders and she pulled him into her.
“There…isn’t that much better? I don’t want my sweetie to be cold.”
She could feel the tenseness in his body. He looked down at his mug and then at his nails. He wasn’t able to make eye contact with her.
“Look at me sweet heart. I won’t bite you. I may do other things to you but I certainly won’t leave teeth marks.”
She laughed as he turned to look into her eyes.
“You were so very naughty last evening you know. I must be a saint to put up with your slutty behavior.”
“But I don’t remember doing anything.”
“Oh for Heaven’s sake, stop your whining! It’s not as if anybody forced you. And you were having such a gay time of it.”
He sat a bit away from her with a very shocked, open mouthed expression on his face, “What did I do?”
“I told you to stop whining. You sound like a little girl when you speak in that manner.”
“Please! Tell me.”
“Well…I suppose I best start at the beginning. The show began and, I must say, it was quite lovely. The costumes were wonderfully colorful and the performers were in good form. You started singing softly with them. With each song, at least the ones that you knew, you became louder.”
“Oh dear God! I must have made a fool of myself.”
He put his hands to his face hiding his eyes.
“Others started singing as well. But you were certainly out front with the best of them. Then, one of the ladies came over and sang to you. You, of course, were quite coy and couldn’t look her in the eyes so she sat on your lap. Then she turned your face till your eyes met hers. It was really quite sweet. When she finished her love song, she kissed you…”
“What? You can’t be serious.”
“I certainly am. And she didn’t simply kiss you; you kissed her back. I do believe that tongues were involved?”
“Sweet Jesus!”
“And…after a bit…you got up and danced to one of the performers singing. You were mimicking her movements…well…at least as best you could.”
“I can’t believe this.”
“Wait kitten, this gets much better! Then there were the men!”
His wife laughed nearly to hysterics. Tears rolled down her eyes as she recalled what occurred after the show. However, her husband began to show tears running down his face as well as he sobbed softly.
“I’ll never be able to show my face there again.”
“Quite to the contrary, everyone seemed to love how…free you were with your favors.”
She began to laugh again. She brought him close with both arms, hugged him, and kissed him.
“Nobody took offense or made fun of you. They simply enjoyed you enjoying yourself. You must remember that the place is called The Fantasy Club and if you were fantasizing who would say that you were acting inappropriately?”
He looked at her in disbelief.
“Anyway darling, my sweet heart, you were truly letting it all out. You danced with several men. You even kissed a few. Then there was that very large man of Jamaican origin.”
“What? Oh my God! What did I do with him?”
“Well dear, it wasn’t so much ‘with him’ as it was to him.”
Her husband really became upset as all forms of lurid images presented themselves before his closed, tear filled, eyes.
“You danced several dances with him and each one was more…provocative then the one before it. You were grinding your ass against his crotch and then you shoved your crotch at him as though there were a place to put his package in your front. It was truly quite amazing to watch. You really got into character.”
“What do you mean? I ‘got into character’?”
“Well, you were dressed like a woman and were reacting to the men as a woman might…”
She began to giggle again.
“…but I never imagined in my wildest dreams that you would grab his cock!”
She laughed hysterically this time.
“I did what? I don’t believe you!”
“Right through his pants no less! You tried to get your hand around it but couldn’t. You had such a surprised expression on your face. You thought it wasn’t real. I thought he was going to explode on the spot! I nearly I’d wet myself I was laughing so hard!”
The husband hid his face in his hands again. He felt so…humiliated…and disgusted with himself.
“How can you even stand to be with me?”
His voice was so subdued and wavering. He continued to sniffle as his tears silently flowed.
“Oh baby doll…don’t feel that way. I could barely get my hand around it when I tried.”
He looked at her in surprise.
“You did? How could you?”
“And why not? You tried first. Anyway, he was quite cute and he did have an ass like steel. Good for the thrust you know. Well…maybe you don’t at the moment. But trust me. He was truly well equipped.”
Her husband was shattered by her revelations. He could not image comporting himself in such a manner, drunk or not. But she didn’t seem even the slightest bit upset with him, or his antics.
“Then I finally was able to drag, pardon the pun, you away from your admirers and have another dance with you. You were so turned on and…well…hot! You went into your little slut mode and found all manners of suggestive motions to try and turn me on. Your only problem was that I was already turned on.”
She laughed and hugged him to her breasts. She kissed the top of his head.
“You were so…exciting for me to watch. I really do love you. You know this.”
He nodded his head.
“You kept rubbing yourself against me; kissing me and licking my ear. You were deliciously impossible. At that point we had to leave.”
‘Thank God” he thought.
“You kept asking…no…begging me to fuck you.”
She laughed as he sat straight up in shock; not believing what he was hearing.
“Yes, you certainly did. As if I had the equipment…on hand! So we had to leave; as if I could ever refuse a request like that from you. God I love you!”
“I don’t remember a thing!”
He was so forlorn that all of these very exciting, and completely unusual, events took place while he was in an alcohol induced stupor of some sort.
“I must say that I have never seen you like you were last night. Would you like to hear the rest? You know you really should.”
He nuzzled her breasts and put his arms around her. Her aroma was so…feminine, so exciting. And her warmth comforted him in this moment of unsettling disclosures.
“No. Please. I’d rather not. I’m not ready for all of this.”
“Listen darling, you did enjoy wearing my dress, didn’t you.”
It was more of a statement than a question and he had to nod his head.
“And you certainly enjoyed going out and playing the part, didn’t you.”
Again he felt compelled to nod his head.
“And I still have so many other dresses for you to try on and play in, don’t I.”
She got no argument on that. In fact, he did want to try on several others.
“You will over come this childish embarrassment sweet heart. I really enjoyed playing with you last evening and I felt that we were closer than we have been in quite some time. I really became quite excited playing with you and I would love to do this again. Wouldn’t you like playing with me again?”
He nodded his head.
“I want to hear you say it baby.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what? Don’t make me play these games with you. Tell me exactly what you want.”
He looked into her eyes and saw that she really was serious about him declaring his desires to her. She smiled at him with affection. She knew he needed to come out of his shell on this.
“I would love to try on some of your other dresses and I would very much love to play with you.”
“See...”
The wife cast her eyes toward the coffee table top and noticed the advertisements that the husband was reading.
“…that wasn’t so hard, was it? And what have we here?”
She picked up the ad and looked at the dresses being featured.
“Window shopping are we? Or is this for future reference?”
He didn’t know what to say. He blushed and looked at his nails. She could see where this particular action, his looking at his nails, was becoming a habit when he was at a loss for words, or embarrassed. She giggled as she turned the page.
“You know? You might have the right idea. Perhaps we should consider getting you your own wardrobe. I mean darling, how long can you continue to wear my clothing? My delicates barely fit you and those old gowns and party dresses won’t stand the strain. Granted you will need to lose some weight, but until then perhaps we should make a few purchases. What do you think?”
She continued to look at the paper for a moment or two and then she looked directly at her husband. His eyes were still cast down toward his nails but his brow was furrowed. He was considering the question. She went back to view the ads. After a short time he spoke.
“Yes, perhaps we might?”
He looked at her with a questioning expression on his face. She smiled and turned from the ads to look into his eyes. ‘Yes’ she thought, ‘he is pleading.’
“Right. Well then…perhaps we will do that when the shops open later. But we need to make a list and we need to think of how we might dress you…for play…and for work.”
“For work? I can’t wear a dress to work!”
“Of course not silly girl. But you can wear lovely undergarments, can’t you? I know that you loved the way those things felt on you last evening, didn’t you.”
Again, she spoke as if she were making a statement and not asking a question. He looked at her and a smile appeared on his face. There was no need to answer a question not asked.
“And, while we are on about that, it wouldn’t kill you to wear something other than your flannel plaid shirts, blue jeans and whatever sports jacket you chance to lay your hand upon. You know less about men’s fashion than you might already know about women’s clothing styles.”
“Well, I suppose I could stand to get a few new things?”
“You might want to consider some things from my catalogues. Although they’re for women, the styling is similar to that of men’s clothing; the suits and trousers, blouses…you know…the kind of thing women tend to wear at work these days.”
She reached toward him and pulled him onto her breasts again. She then reached down into his partially unbuttoned night shirt and rubbed his chest and belly.
“I can’t begin to tell you how much lovelier you feel without that nasty hair.”
She continued to caress his body and then suddenly grabbed hold of his breast.
“And we really must do something about these. I mean you can’t go on forever without some…frontage…”
‘Oh dear Lord!’ He thought. ‘She’s speaking about forever?’
“…and balled up stockings simply won’t do.”
Now she began to gently pull and caress his nipple. He moaned and fell deeper into her lush breasts as his hands reached around to hug her waist.
“And we absolutely have to do something about your…little thing.”
“My little thing?”
“Indeed…look!”
He looked down following her eyes and noticed that his erection was distending his panties.
“We can’t have you showing yourself whilst wearing something clingy, or short, simple because you cannot control yourself, now can we.”
She reached down with her other hand and gently held his scrotum in her hand almost as if she were judging its weight and size. He moaned again softly into her breast. She rested her chin on top of his head and kissed him lightly.
“Whilst you were off enjoying yourself with the ‘boys’…”
She could feel him shudder at that thought.
“…I engaged Goldie…”
“Who?”
“…you know…the blond server with the huge boobs. I must tell you that they do have such original theatrical names. The blond is Goldie; the redhead, Ruby and so on. Anyway, I invited her to join me at our table and had a most enlightening conversation with her.”
Though his eyes were looking up at her, his mind was in a frenzy because she never ceased touching him. She continued to play with his nipples as well as grasp his erect penis in her hand and simply squeeze and release it…repeatedly. As she spoke, his eyes would flinch, or roll up in ecstasy, and he would moan softly.
“She’s made several recommendations for us to investigate. Are you paying any attention to me? I could stop this if you’d like.”
She softly ran her thumb around the head of his penis, massaging in some of the clear liquid that seeped from its tip.
“No! No dear…I am listening…recommendations…”
She smiled lovingly down at him. She knew she was teasing him unmercifully but she couldn’t help noticing how very much he loved every second of it.
“She recommended a shop where we might purchase prosthetic breasts for you. You know…a little something to properly fill out your bra until…well…let me continue. Goldie, her name is really Ellen, though she did start off life as Allan…anyway, Goldie also gave me the name of her physician. Did you know that she still has her ‘equipment’ and it is quite alive and well?”
“What!!!”
“Goldie…who is really Ellen…who once was Allan…possesses the makings of a quite stout, and very functional, stiffy.”
“What!!!”
She laughed at his naivety. She always thought of it as very charming. His child-like view of the world, and the people in it, is what drew her to him originally. She thought; ‘Well…if I keep him, I will have my child without the physical insults to the female body that accompany pregnancy and birth’. She smiled down at him and, with a deep breath, explained to her child the ways of the world…or at least The Fantasy Club.
“You understand that many of the women we saw last evening are…well…different. Right?”
“Yes. They were not really women…”
“No darling. You must let me finish. Either agree or disagree, okay?”
“Yes…they are different.”
“Good. Some are men who impersonate women. Some are men in ‘transition to become women. Some have become women with internal plumbing. Some are men who simply love to wear women’s clothing. And some were born…women. Okay?”
She could see a certain skepticism, and confusion, creep into his expression.
“Now, some of the women, such as Goldie, have transitioned into womanhood as far as they cared to go. Do you understand?”
“I think so.”
“So Goldie, who is really Ellen, who was once Allan, took female hormones, had a bit of surgery…implants and that kind of thing…and decided that she really was quite fond of her penis. So she kept it…in working order no less.”
He suddenly sat up, knocking her hand from his breast. His brow was furrowed and he stared at her intensely.
“And I suppose she showed it to you? In working order no less?”
“You of all people should talk! Groping the handsome, young, and quite virile Jamaican gentleman in front of everyone in the club! And kissing him, quite passionately!”
His shoulders slumped and he leaned back into her, his hands once again covering his reddening face.
“I will never be able to go back there.”
“Nonsense! We’re going back tonight.”
He huddled deeper into her body.
“Ellen discreetly raised what little of her dress there was, and showed me her ‘arrangement’. She wore a device, well…actually a chastity device, which completely impaired her ability to become erect. In this fashion, she was able to wear almost anything without having a ‘problem’ arise.”
“A what?”
“Is there something wrong with your hearing this morning dear? You continue to say ‘what’ and I’m beginning to think that all of this is boring you to death.”
“It’s not that dear. It’s simply…so much? I mean…it seems that you’re going through a lot of trouble to achieve something and I’m a bit at a loss to understand what you are trying to accomplish.”
“Well my darling…my wife. Last night, when we got home, we had the most incredible sexual experience I can remember. You were so…hot! I can’t remember the last time I’ve ever seen you so erect. And when you did orgasm, my God, you filled my mouth!”
There was a sadness that came over him as he listened to her excitement over an event he couldn’t really remember.
“With all you had to drink, I was surprised that you could even remain awake, let alone become erect. And your tongue was so intensely thrilling.”
“I wish I could have been there for it.”
Her smile, and her explanation, didn’t really put him at ease.
“But what was really amazing was that soulful kiss I gave you after you came. I fed it all back to you and you swallowed as if it were water to a woman dying of thirst! That was so sexy, so…hot!”
He hid his face in his hands again. He thought he might become sick thinking about swallowing his own ejaculation.
“Why so shy about it. I do it with you all the time. Maybe I don’t feed you the entire emission…but I always give you a taste. Last night you seemed to not only enjoy it; you asked if we could do it again! You were such a wicked whore last night. Anyway, at least it was with me and not some stranger. Who else would you reveal your deepest fantasies to if not me; some prostitute?”
She took his face in her hands and brought hers close to his.
“You really must learn to look at me when we discuss such intimate acts darling. I am your partner in this life and we have always been very honest with one another.”
She kissed his lips, and, after looking once more into his eyes, brought his head back down to her breast.
“Now we have a brunch date with Ellen…”
“Who once was Allan?”
She smiled and nodded. A look of terror crossed his face.
“Oh my God. I couldn’t possibly to that.”
“Look…we have no mutual friends. Indeed, we really have no close friends. We have acquaintances from work who are only good for a drink or two every so often; departmental parties where my people glare at you and yours at me. Our families are on separate coasts and yours detests me and mine as much as mine detest you and yours. Now I meet a woman who was friendly and open enough to speak about her deepest thoughts and dreams to me. The very least we can do is dine with her. Anyway, she’s coming shopping with us.”
“What?”
“If you say that word one more time, I will slap you silly! Do you understand? And anyway, she was kind enough to help you about the club and settle you in, right?”
“Yes, I know you are right. It was only the surprise. I’m sorry I don’t take well to surprises dear.”
“Well, after today, you will surely learn that the surprises I have for you will be nothing less than wonderful. Now, let’s finish up and get dressed. We have to find you something suitable to wear.”
To Be Continued… I will be going home for two weeks to recharge my spirit so the other parts might come when I return.
I am eternally grateful to Lauran Travis for the superb ideas in the original “The Red Dress”. It is posted on Crystal’s Story Site. I have the author’s permission to use the original as I wish. Thank you Lauran. I am also blessed with the sharp EDITING eye of Stanman. Many blessings to you both for your support and encouragement.
Gone was the flamboyant blond in the micro dress with the enormous breasts and the four and one half inch heels. Gone was the slightly overdone dramatic theatrical make up. What remained was a somewhat stately, calm and in control, statuesque beautiful woman.
The husband grinned that warm fuzzy feelings grin as Ellen slid out of the booth and greeted him with a brief kiss on the lips, “Well…this is certainly a different you today. You look absolutely wonderful!”
She was unsettled by the though of meeting in a pub during the day light hours when every little flaw could shout out it’s existence and her chances were greater at being ‘read’.
The pub was located in the ‘arty’ section of town. People were casually walking along browsing at the arts and crafts being exhibited as well as some of the work of the street artists. The husband parked the car and came around to open and assist his wife out. She swung her legs around and, once finding the ground beneath her feet, stood.
“Now remember dear…”
“Yes…”
She smiled at him and took his hand,
“…one foot in front of the other.”
They laughed together as they began walking down the street toward the pub. As they past the various clothing shops, the wife’s eye would wander to the window and see what was being offered.
“Oh my! Look at that black leather skirt.”
“Which one? You can’t mean the one with the lacing completely up the side.”
“Yes. I think it’s so sexy.”
“You can’t wear any under garments with that. They’ll show through the lacings.”
The husband looked at his wife, “I can’t image where all of this new found brazenness is coming from.”
She looked at him and smiled coyly, “Perhaps you bring it out in me.”
They kissed and moved on to the next shop. They finally arrived at the pub. The husband held the door open for his wife and they entered. A hostess came to them and asked where they’d like to be seated. She gave the husband a thorough once over and smiled into his eyes.
“We’re actually meeting a friend here.”
“Oh…”
Her expression changed just a bit and her smile became an almost imperceptibly little bit smaller as she noticed the husband and wife holding hands,
“…Oh! Would her name be Ellen?”
Her smile broadened once again. She did have such lovely eyes which were not wasted on the husband. He smiled back and looked directly into her eyes. One could actually see the slight shiver that ran through her body.
Hs wife nudged him breaking the moment between the two of them. He looked at his wife with a bit of annoyance and turned back to the hostess,
“Yes. Is she already here?”
The hostess nodded and proceeded to lead them toward the rear of the pub to a booth that was on the street side. This afforded them a full view of the street and the people passing by. Ellen was seated and already sipping a mimosa. When she saw them approaching she waved.
They were totally unprepared for what they saw. Gone was the tall flamboyant blond with the enormous boobs and in her place was a tall, very beautiful, pixie haired brunette with the air of a professional. She wore a light gray tailored suit with a wide sweeping skirt that fell to mid calf. Her blouse was a pink silk poet’s shirt that was unbuttoned only enough to give a hint of her cleavage.
Gone was the flamboyant blond in the micro dress with the enormous breasts and the four and one half inch heels. Gone was the slightly overdone dramatic theatrical make up. What remained was a somewhat stately, calm and in control, statuesque beautiful woman.
The husband grinned that warm fuzzy feelings grin as Ellen slid out of the booth and greeted him with a brief kiss on the lips, “Well…this is certainly a different you today. You look absolutely wonderful!”
“Thanks…” Ellen’s gorgeous smile was something that couldn’t be changed by location or costume.
“…and your wife looks so lovely today.”
She then gently grabbed the wife’s arms and kissed her on the lips as well…perhaps lingering a bit more with this kiss.
“I am so happy to see you both. This is rather exciting for me. I really don’t often have the opportunity to do brunch with new friends.”
“I would think that you get to meet many new people at your job.”
“Oh…” Ellen laughed as she bid them to sit. “…that’s not my real job. I do the hostess thing simply to get out and have a little fun. Sweet heart, why don’t I slide in next to you. That way your husband and I get to be next to you.”
The wife looked at her husband, who nodded and smiled, and also, with a wave of his hand, directed her to slide in. Once they were seated, Ellen continued to speak.
“I’m actually a real estate agent and I specialize in housing and business locations in this part of town. You both simply must try the mimosas here. The juice is fresh squeezed and the champagne is quite good.”
She turned in her seat to look directly at the wife, “I can’t believe how gorgeous you look today. You are really quite striking.”
The wife couldn’t look directly at Ellen. She blushed a lovely shade of crimson, looked at her hands, and softly muttered a thank you. Ellen reached up with her and gently lifted, and turned, the wife’s chin until her face was in front of Ellen’s,
“Oh honey…”
Ellen spoke to the wife as if speaking to an overly sensitive child,
“…you must look at me when I speak to you. I could barely hear your voice. And you have such beautiful eyes.”
Ellen arched her brows and smiled at the wife. She then took the wife’s hand in hers, “I promise that I won’t bite…at least very hard…”
The husband laughed as he took his wife’s other hand in his.
“…and I promise I won’t hurt you.”
“This is all very new to my wife and she is a bit shy. But she’ll warm up to you I’m sure.”
Ellen signaled their waiter to bring three more drink to their table. She then covered the wife’s hand with her other.
“They also fashion a delicious salad with diced chicken. The house dressing is wonderful, especially if you like a bit of a sweet balsamic and fruit flavor.”
“That does sound good. And now that she has started to diet, it’ll fit right into our plans.”
The wife looked down and blushed. But now that both of her hands were ‘occupied’, she looked back up into Ellen’s big blue eyes.
“I asked my wife a question before we left home but I never received an answer. Perhaps we could talk about it a bit. I asked her how long had she been looking at the women’s clothing ads in the newspapers. I also suspect that she’s been peeking into the catalogues I receive at home.”
The wife looked at her husband with eyes wide and mouth agape. She was completely stunned and embarrassed. She then looked around to see if anyone had heard what he had said. She turned and looked at Ellen. She had a look on her face that was half embarrassment and half horror.
“Oh honey…there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Nothing we talk about will ever go beyond the three of us.”
“Listen sweetheart…” The husband furrowed his brows and took on a serious demeanor as he spoke, “I am not asking the question to embarrass you. I am asking so that you can think about the answer. There are times when we all must think about who, and what, we are. I have never pried into your past before. I was satisfied with whatever you were willing to share with me. But now we are embarking on a new phase of our relationship; a more exciting phase that will only bring us closer together.”
The wife looked down as the drinks arrived to the table. She bit at the inside of her cheek as she considered what her husband had said. Although she was never openly forthcoming about her past, this was only because she never felt her past to be all that interesting. She was so overwhelmingly attracted to her mate that everything before him seemed…insignificant.
Ellen reached toward the wife’s face and gently swept a lock of her hair from her eyes to behind her petite ears, then tilted her head and smiled as she spoke.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I understand that this may be difficult for you…so I’ll start off with my story. Would you like that?”
She spoke so very gently, and her touch was so soothing, that the wife simply nodded her head in ascent.
“Well…where do I begin? Let’s see…I was an only child. Of course right away, that meant that I was spoiled and expected everyone’s attention all the time. My mother absolutely doted on me. And my father was always so very busy with his work that my mother’s attention relieved him of having to spend much time ‘amusing’ me.”
The wife said, "Sounds as if you were a Prima Donna."
“My mom would take me everywhere. I especially loved to go shopping for food or clothes with her; or to the salon. These were magical experiences for me. Just imagine, I was a boy that went to all of these places that were usually reserved for women. I would even go to the ‘Ladies’ with her because she was afraid to leave me alone or with a sales woman and, of course, when I had to go, she would always come with me and I’d use the ‘Ladies’ as well. Everything seemed so very special for women.”
The wife replied, "Well, a lot of moms take their sons to the 'Ladies'."
“I remember the few times I went with my father to get clothes. The show rooms were drab by comparison. The air smelled like…clothes, not filled with the intoxicating aroma of women’s scents. And the ‘Men’s’ room usually smelled like a cake of urinal sanitizer…yuk!”
The wife giggled at that as she remembered that horrid smell.
“Now, when they would want to go out on a Friday or Saturday night, they'd leave me with my mother’s sister who lived in the same neighborhood. There I had a first cousin named ‘Kate’. She was three years older than me and she absolutely adored me. We would play in her room which was filled with dolls and stuffed animals and the things normally found in any young girl’s bedroom.”
The wife looked at Ellen and smiled, "I remember playing house with a boy cousin, but he seldom did anything other than play with his video games. We mostly played those games. Not fun!"
“We would play house all the time. She was, of course, the mama. And I…”
Ellen laughed with warmth as she recalled this time of her life.
“…I was the baby girl. And she would cuddle me and feed me…you know…that sort of thing. Well…we became very close and, needless to say, she began to dress me in her older and smaller clothing.”
The wife smiled, "That's where you found out about being a girl."
“I was immediately struck by the way her clothes felt. The knitted things were a finer knit and therefore softer and not scratchy the way my things tended to be. She even had me put on her panties! That was absolute heaven after being in jockey’s all the time. I was hooked! These were the things I wanted to wear.”
Ellen became very animated as she spoke and the husband and the wife were so taken with her story that he bid her continue.
“Well…fortunately her mother thought little of our games. I'd stay over for long weekends when my parents wanted to get away, and I'd sometimes stay for a week or more. Her mother kind of played along with our game and treated me as if I was a second daughter. It was exquisite! I was in heaven.”
Then Ellen began to cry. After wiping her eyes and being comforted by the husband and the wife, she continued.
“Then she began to develop, as we all do; she in her way and me in mine. The game became difficult to continue. I was catching up to her in height and had already surpassed her in weight. Her clothes were no longer suitable for me to wear.”
“What did you do?” The wife was completely intrigued and involved in the tale.
“We would improvise. She would borrow a piece or two from her mom for under garments; her panties, bra, and pantyhose. She was able to purchase a pair of jeans and a blouse in my size and we would continue the game on a more…”
Ellen placed her chin on her perfectly manicured hands and gazed off in the distance deep in thought.
“…hormonally suitable level? I was twelve and had for several years noticed that some part of me…my dick to be precise…was reacting to what we were doing; the dressing up that is. Well, she was becoming sexually curious about boys, and since she had one at her disposal that she could control, we played a new kind of girl game.”
The wife looked at the husband who blushed.
"Sounds as if you two had a bit of 'fun' exploring each other. “She would rub herself against me, kind of crotch to crotch and she would kiss me…’for practice’ she would say. And one day I had an ‘accident’ in her mother’s better panty girdle. We became quite upset, even considered putting an end to the game. Thankfully, she was as hooked on it as I was and so my experience with panty shields began.”
“But what happened as you both got older?”
The husband was as engrossed with this confession as his wife. Ellen sat back as the waiter came to take their orders. The husband let Ellen order first and then she ordered for the wife; looking at the husband as if asking permission. The husband was actually thrilled with Ellen’s doing so. Then the husband ordered his meal.
“As we got older, we carried our game to new heights. I would begin to wear girl’s jeans and button down blouses around her house, and mine, as well as in school! My hair was long but kept in a pony tail. My ears were pierced and my eye brows were very neatly trimmed back only enough to provide a question to the casual viewer.”
"You must have made a pretty girl back then."
“Most of my class mates thought me gay except I did, from time to time, come to a school event with my cousin, who attended a private school. They would see us being very close and assume that maybe I was bi…or simply cutting edge fashionable. Of course, her mom simply became accustomed to my change of dress and carried on as if I was indeed a normal girl. My parents were a bit confused but by then they were too self absorbed with their own success to pay us much mind.”
"How did you keep from going through a boy's puberty?"
“Of course Ellen and I shared everything, clothes, secrets, sex, gossip, and her birth control pills. I really began to take hormones when I was thirteen. She was seventeen, her mom thought it best that she be protected. Only Ellen was continually losing her pills…so…”
"You got the pills."
And Ellen smiled, “The pills really weren’t heavy duty but they were enough to cause some things to change, and other things not to change. And that was fine with the both of us. But ever since that wonderful time of my life, I have always thought of myself as a girl and transitioned as far as I wanted to go with real hormone therapy and the rest is the result of a few minor surgical procedures.”
“What happened to your cousin?”
“She eventually moved away to college. We always kept in touch writing one another and calling all the time. She graduated and moved to another part of the county and, after a few years, met and married someone exactly like you!”
Ellen laughed as she hugged the wife, kissing her on the cheek. The wife actually had a tear or two in her eyes.
“Don’t rub them honey, you’ll ruin your make up. Here, let me get them,”
Ellen grabbed a tissue from her purse and daubed the tears from the wife’s lower eye lids.
“But you must have been crushed losing someone so close to you to someone else.”
“Oh sweetheart…”
Ellen spoke sweetly to the wife, as if addressing a young child.
“…we could have never really been together in that fashion. She is my first cousin. We are still very close and speak to one another often. We even have lunch every so often. She is still my best, and only, real friend. I’ve never told this story to anyone else.”
The wife sat totally amazed at Ellen’s story. She had never heard anything even remotely similar before,
“Oh my…that was so touching. Well…I suppose that it’s my turn to tell.”
Both the ladies looked at the husband with surprise. He noticed their wide eyed expressions and laughed, “You don’t think you two are the only one’s permitted secrets simply because of your sex, do you? We are also entitled to our secrets.”
“Evidently…”
The wife was truly taken aback by his admission. Ellen was all ears, grinning and leaning in closer as she placed her arm around the wife.
“I suppose it began once I left school and got my first, and only, job. I noticed the way the other new hires were dressing and, of course, I chose to fit in. So, on went the short skirts, stiletto heels, and the slinky tops and so forth. Well, needless to say, I cut quite a lovely figure in the office and I certainly drew a fair share of attention. But, career wise, nothing was happening. I was doing a better than good job and I attended all the right functions and meetings, but nobody was noticing me. I was simply another bright, young, pretty, super secretary.”
The ladies eyes were on the husband as he told his tale. His wife was totally enthralled. She didn’t realize such things occurred, at least not in her experience. And Ellen was definitely all ears. She rested her chin in her palm and smiled as the husband revealed his little secret. His wife was now dying for her husband to continue.
“So what happened? How did you get out from under?”
“I looked for the highest ranking woman in the finance section and made it a point to meet her. And what a meeting it was! I had heard that she often worked out in the wellness center at the university. There were rumors that she liked younger women and what better place to see younger women than at a school gym?”
The husband laughed with a far off look in his eyes. This had occurred some time ago, and he wanted to make sure he told the story properly and truthfully. He looked at his wife and took her hand. He gently kissed it and gazed lovingly into her eyes, “I had just met you at the time. Anyway, I went to the center several days in a row until finally, one day she arrived for a work out. She immediately went to the tread mill and began walking. I went to the one next to her and got on it. I said hello to her and began walking as well.”
“A moment or two passed. I noticed that she looked at me several times as I began to perspire. She said that I looked familiar but she couldn’t quite place me. I told her I worked in finance for the university. She then said; ‘Ah…you work under me.’”
“Well…you know me. I was never one to mince words so I said; ‘Now there’s a thought’. I giggled and continued to walk. She laughed and began to speak to me. She asked if I had heard the rumors about her. I replied that I paid very little attention to rumors and that I was more interested in my job than hanging around the coffee room.
“We continued to talk as we went through several of the exercise stations. Finally, after working out for about two hours, she asked if I had plans for dinner. Of course I had. I was to meet you my love. But I couldn’t refuse the invitation. I had gone through too much trouble trying to get it.”
The wife stared at her husband in shock. She couldn’t believe that she had been rejected for a woman much older simply because her husband was attempting to get ahead at his job.
“You needn’t look at me in that fashion dear. It was only our second date. Anyway, so much as come as a result of that meeting. She took me out to dinner at a fine restaurant and wined and dined me unlike I’d ever been wined and dined.”
“It’s not as though I didn’t know what was coming. After spending a bit of time with her, and gauging from her response to my quips, I knew what was coming…so to speak. Needless to say, she invited me up to her apartment which was on the top floor of a new high rise building downtown.
“Well…that night I learned about the marvelous world of power tools and personal relaxation devices. She really knew how to enchant as well as please and she taught me the same. After numerous rounds of fine wine, fresh sliced fruit, and wanton sex performed with reckless abandon, we both tired.
“As we lay together embracing whilst catching our breath, I related my situation to her and asked for her advice.”
“So what did she say?”
Ellen smiled as she asked, but there was a bit of sadness in her eyes. She looked directly toward the husband when he spoke.
“Well…she said that there was probably nothing wrong with my work or attitude. The problem was with my dress and demeanor. In other words, what I was wearing was fine if I wanted to get laid, but if I really wanted to get somewhere in my job, I had to start dressing more like the boys.
“She told me to start wearing tailored suits, with either skirts below the knee or trousers. No more jewelry or very noticeably strong perfumes. She especially made mention of shoes. They needed to be low heeled and unadorned in any way. She said that I should give up the make up and any hairstyle that fell below my neck. In other words, I had to dress to be less conspicuous as a woman.”
“And did it work?”
“Oh Ellen, you have no idea. The rumors started to spread about me. Of course, I didn’t discourage them. Even after we were married the rumors persisted.”
“And what happened to your…mentor?”
“Well…the other piece of advice she gave me was to disregard all the crap about communicating with fellow workers and superiors. So I did. I found out that my mentor had been seeing a much younger student…so I outted the relationship and now I have her job.”
“What?!”
“My wife says that a lot.”
“Oh my God! You didn’t!”
Ellen was a bit shocked at the coldness of the husband.
“Listen…it was her time to end and mine to begin. It wasn’t personal at all. I kind of liked her actually. But my wife and I came first. She was simply in the way.”
Ellen simply nodded and the husband grinned.
“It’s kind of like that in my business. You do whatever it takes to make the sale…not to imply that I have calluses on my knees or back…but…”
They both laughed. The wife was somewhat put off with Ellen and her husband. Their cavalier attitude toward how they conducted business was totally beyond her comprehension. Though she was an academic and the competition to publish was great, there still was at least a semblance of civility among the staff.
“Okay honey…”
Ellen took the wife’s hand in her hand again.
"Now it’s time to hear your story. That way…we can truly be friends. No more little hidden secrets.”
“I really don’t know where to begin. I mean, I never really thought about it, you know?”
“Well dear, when was the first time you tried on ladies clothes?”
The wife simply blushed and looked down at her hands, now captured by the other two. Then she looked up at her husband with a frightened and questioning look in her eyes.
“Well…” She took at deep breath; and then another one. “…you know my family? Right?”
“Well…you don’t have to rub it in you know.”
“It was my sister’s fault you know.”
The wife paused, took a deep breath yet again, looked around to see if anyone else was listening, and then continued.
“She was always jealous that I could get good grades with seemingly little effort. So, when I did have to study, she would do everything in her power to distract me. Once I would start to study, it would, indeed, take a lot of effort.”
“How old was your sister honey?” Ellen placed her arm around the wife’s shoulder as if to comfort her during this confession.
“She was fourteen and I was around eleven at the time.”
“And what would she do to distract you?”
Her husband was getting impatient, but Ellen knew if she kept asking the questions, sooner or later, and hopefully sooner, the tale would unfold. She ran her fingers through the wife’s hair at the nape of her neck, sending little charges of electricity up ad down her spine. It made the hairs of her neck stand up with excitement.
“Dear Lord that feels so…good? Anyway…where was I? Oh yes! She would sneak up behind me when I was concentrating and put a pair of her panties over my head and pull them down so that my eyes poked out through the legs holes.”
Ellen and the husband giggled as if on cue. The wife blushed crimson. Then the husband spoke,
“Wait a moment dear, something’s not quite right. A sister, any sister, simply doesn’t walk into her brother’s room and pull a pair of her panties over his head! Not just like that! Now why would she pick that particular action as opposed to say…pouring water on your head or something along those lines? Hmmm…?”
“Well…it’s either very weird, very disgusting, or very hot! Maybe even all three!”
“You do have a point there Ellen. Well darling? What’s the real story on this panty thing.”
The husband certainly wasn’t asking for an answer; he was telling his wife to come out with the truth of the matter. Ellen and the husband didn’t think anyone could turn more crimson that the wife earlier; but she did now.
“She caught me going through the laundry bin looking at her panties. I was only curious about, you know, what she wore.”
“Did you sniff them?”
The wife was horrified that her husband could even ask such a thing in front of Ellen and in a public place no less. She grabbed her hands back from her company and covered her face. She felt so ashamed of her actions that fateful day.
“Listen honey, we’ve all done that I’m sure. It’s no big deal. You know what my cousin would do for entertainment?”
The wife looked at Ellen through watery eyes. Ellen reached over with her napkin and daubed the tears from the wife’s eyes.
“She would sit on her bed, or a chair, and call me over on my knees. She’d grab my head and pull me into her pantied crotch. Oh my God! Then she’d pull her skirt over my head and I’d be trapped between her thighs in semi-darkness inhaling her aroma. It was so unbelievably intoxicating! Oh my God…and she wouldn’t let me get close enough to touch her crotch, she simply held my head between her thighs and tortured me with her scent.”
“I think that you two are disgusting! I have never done such a thing in my life!”
Ellen snarled with half her face and rolled her eyes at the husband, “Oh, so you never sniffed boys’ shorts?”
“Sure I have, but that’s different.”
Ellen laughed. But the wife was still somewhat put off by the nature of the discussion.
“Is this what women talk about? Sniffing shorts and the like?”
“No honey. We usually do talk about sex, and fashions, and sex, and how other women are dressed, and sex, and recipes, and sex... It can get a bit catty as you might image. So…did you sniff them?”
“Yes, I did…if you really must know. And she caught me at it. I nearly died I was so embarrassed. I don’t know what was going through my head. I was simply curious, I think.”
Ellen took the wife’s hand and kissed it. Then she held it in her lap, “Then what happened?”
“Well, she became really upset and started yelling at me. She said that what I was so gross. She called me names…you know? I was horrified. I was so afraid she would tell my mom and dad. I promised her I’d do anything she wanted.”
The husband and Ellen looked at each other in shock. The husband hadn’t known the cause of his wife’s sometimes strange behavior, especially regarding the dresses. Ellen couldn’t believe how afraid, even today, the wife seemed to feel about an event that occurred so long ago. But she understood all to well how life changing such events can be, especially at an early age.
“I remember when I was about sixteen. I was dressing every chance I could. I was even wearing panties and panty hose under my regular clothes at school. So…what happened with your sister?”
“Well…”
The wife took a deep breath and looked up toward the ceiling for a moment. It was quite obvious to Ellen and the husband that whatever transpired wasn’t good. The wife had a look of distress on her face.
“…well…for starters, I had to do her homework for a week. It really wasn‘t any big deal and I could certainly live with that. Then I had to clean her room, also for the week. Then…at the end of the week, she wanted to dress me up completely. It was to be on a Saturday when our parents were out. I really wasn’t looking forward to that. I just had a funny feeling about it. But I agreed anyway.”
Ellen took the wife’s arm in hers and drew closer in a conspirator’s pose. Her face was so very close to the wife’s. She was definitely inside the wife’s zone of comfort. Just as the wife was about to continue, another round of mimosas arrived along with their lunch. Once the plates were settled and the waiter off to his next duty, Ellen leaned in again.
“So what happened on Saturday?” Ellen’s eyes were sparkling with excitement and her smile radiated her enthusiasm for a good tale; a private and very personal tale.
The husband had been sitting quietly with his hands folded on the table. He too was listening closely although he wasn’t as cheerful as Ellen. He sensed a bit on drama on the horizon.
“I had done everything she asked; everything! I vacuumed her room and I made her bed, as best I could, and I picked up after her…”
The wife was becoming quite emotional as she rattled off all the little things she had done to please her sister and keep her secret safe.
“Then she had me dress up in some of her older clothing. Panties, pantyhose, a training bra, and this stupid ugly old dress with a lace collar and lace short sleeves. Then she had me put on these stupid Mary Jane shoes. I felt so…I don’t know…I felt so ridiculous standing there in that little girl outfit.
“I thought she would maybe make me wear one of her skirts or a pair of her jeans. You know? Something with a little style? Something not quite so…obvious? I envied some of the fashionable things that she wore.”
The wife paused and took a sip of her drink. A single tear fell from her eye as she tried to compose herself enough to continue with her tale.
Ellen was no longer smiling. The husband looked down at his hands and his lips were suddenly drawn tightly over his teeth as he felt anger build within him.
“Anyway… She combed out my hair and put bows and clips with little animals on them all over my hair. Then she started doing my make up. It was horrible. She gave me these round and very red cheeks and lips. She used blue eye shadow only. She penciled in a dark brow line and she gave me several coatings of mascara.
“When I looked in the mirror, I looked like one of those porcelain faced dolls. I looked positively awful; like a caricature of a little child. She left the room for a moment saying that she thought she heard something downstairs. I stood there looking at myself and tears began rolling down my cheeks.”
The wife again sipped from her drink. With her free hand she lifted her fork, poked around the salad bowl, lost in her thoughts for the moment.
Ellen dabbed at another tear that had fallen from her eye. She shook her head in dismay at what was done to the wife; by her sister no less.
“When she returned to the room, she told me it was nothing; just a cat outside. Then she took my hand and began to lead me out of the room. I was so fearful of leaving it. She told me that we needed to go downstairs and into the kitchen so that we could discuss what I had done and what it meant to her sense of privacy.
“I let her lead me downstairs. As soon as we entered the living room on our way to the kitchen…”
The wife completely broke down into tears. She grabbed her napkin and held in under her lower lashes trying to protect her make up. She silently wept and her body quaked as her emotions poured from her. Her husband slid next to her and hugged her. He tried to calm her by whispering softly into her ear and gently kissing her on cheek and fore head. After a few minutes, the wife continued to speak in a near whisper.
“…and both of my parents were standing there! I was completely frozen and horrified!
Ellen held the wife’s hand and asked her if she wanted to go to the powder room to wash her face and freshen up a bit. She shook her head indicating that she was okay and she continued her tale.
“She said that I had been going into her laundry and trying on her clothes. She made up things just to make it seem worse then it was. My father’s reaction was…normal? He yelled at me and called me a queer. He slapped my face once. I think that was the only time he ever hit me. I was shattered that I had caused him such…pain. Even my sister couldn’t believe he did that. My father never looked at me the same way after that day. He always had a kind of…pained look of disappointment in his eyes. That little bitch changed my life with that single terrible act.”
“I became really afraid of her. I couldn’t trust her anymore. I hated her, and what she had done to me. And my mother…oh God…my mother decided that since I loved to wear girl’s clothes so much, I should continue to dress as a girl for the rest of the weekend. She told my sister that she should take me back upstairs, get me out of that ridiculous outfit, and clothe me in something more suited to my age, and size.
“My sister was more than happy to obey and that’s exactly what she did. She had me take off the dress and shoes, wash off the old make up, and she put me in a mini skirt and belly tee shirt. She redid my make up and my hair and put a pair of her flats on my feet.
“I spent the remainder of the day dressed like that. I had to sit at lunch in the kitchen and bare the horrid stares of my father. My sister…my sister could barely contain her laughter. And my mother reacted as though nothing was different. My name, as you well know, is kind of unisexual so she simply used my real name, but with a different inflection in her voice.”
Ellen and the husband were silent as the wife told her tale. They both looked at her with sympathy and sadness on their faces. The husband especially felt for his love. It’s a small wonder that the relationship between his wife and her family was virtually none existent. Ellen simply bowed and shook her head. Sadness seemed to suddenly permeate her. She began to speak to the wife.
“Something like that happened to me when I was sixteen.”
The husband and wife both looked at her. They were startled by her sudden change in emotion.
“A friend came to visit unexpectedly. I was home alone. Of course, I was dressed at the time. He knew I would be there alone, as I often was on Saturdays. Why is it always Saturdays?”
She laughed as she asked the wife this question.
“Anyway, I quickly defrocked and hid my clothes under my bed. I washed my face quickly, and I thought thoroughly. I put on my jeans and a tee shirt. I quickly put socks over my panty hose and ran downstairs. He was kicking the door and shouting out my name at that point.
“I opened the door and he came in asking ‘where the hell were you and what were the hell were you doing’.”
“I told him the usual; I was…’indisposed at the moment.’ Well…he took one look at me and laughed saying; ‘okay…sure…whatever.’ He then ran straight up the stairs to my room with me closely behind.”
“I don’t kid you when I say that I was out of breathe and terrified as well. I had a few close calls before but never like this. Anyway, the first thing he did was to look all around the bedroom. He even looked in the bathroom. Then he turns to me and asks; ‘So…how look have you been wearing make up?’ “
“Oh…my…God!!! Of course I asked him what he meant. He said that he could see the mascara and a bit of eye liner. He also said he could see the outline of lipstick on my mouth. I thought I would die!
Ellen leaned in closer to the husband and wife as she spoke, “Then he dropped to his knees and reached under my bed. Of course he felt what was there and pulled out the dress, slip and bra. I was finished. I died, I sort of dropped to my knees, hung my head, and began to silently cry. I have never felt so naked and humiliated, or exposed in my life."
“Where was your cousin at the time? I thought you only did your dress up with her.”
Ellen looked at the husband with a sour expression on her face, “Oh…she was away at college.”
There was a bit of sarcasm in her voice, and maybe a bit of bitterness. The husband simply nodded his head.
“Look, I don’t fault her. It was merely that I missed our games, I really, really missed our relationship as confidantes and friends. Anyway, it gets worse. My ‘friend’ then wants to see me all ‘dressed up’ and threatens to tell everyone about me if I don’t do it. So…what was I to do?”
The wife nodded her head knowingly. The husband was all ears leaning in as Ellen’s voice dropped in volume.
“I told him to go fuck himself and that I didn’t care what he did. I told him to get the hell out of my house and I went into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.”
The husband laughed saying ‘good for you’. The wife sat stunned at what Ellen had done.
“That was so very brave of you. That’s what I should have done, or something like it.”
“Oh don’t you dare start that crap honey…”
Ellen sounded almost angry as she spoke to the wife. Ellen took her hand and held it.
“…we do whatever it takes to get through the day. Sometimes things work out and sometimes they don’t. It’s that simple. You can’t undo what’s been done so don’t even go there. I paid my price for what I did and I would do it the same way all over again. I didn’t have much of a social life for the next two years. And of course some of the other kids called me names. But my true friends, and others, didn’t believe him.”
Ellen smiled and giggled. Her eyes brightened as she remembered those days.
“I’ll tell you one thing, it didn’t stop me from wearing panties and hose under my clothes. I did become a bit more cautious about when and where I dressed. I never spoke to that asshole again. Now we’d better eat up before our food gets warm!”
They laughed as they began to eat. The wife glanced every once in a while at Ellen, who smiled back at her.
“I still think you were terribly brave.”
After they finished their dining, with coffee and a bit of lovely apple pie, Ellen graciously picked up the tab. The three of them began to walk back toward the husband’s car. As the trio passed the clothing boutique, the wife once again stopped to look at the leather skirt in the window.
“You know honey…that’s quite a risqué piece. They have a very sheer fuchsia top that really compliments the look. The collar is scalloped and reveals quite bit. Do you like that skirt?”
“Oh dear Lord yes. I think it’s so sexy. But what does one wear beneath it?”
“Well, you either wear hose with a woven in garter belt…I mean panties are definitely out. Or you might wear very shear panty hose, which I find uncomfortable. Or you wear nothing at all!”
Ellen and the husband laughed. Ellen giggled and blushed. The wife turned to look at her husband but it was Ellen who spoke.
“I’ll tell you what…we’ll get you that for graduation. You need to learn a bit more and study very hard.”
Author's Note: Once again, my gratitude to Stanman for the edit and Lauren Travis for the ideas. They have both been so very encouraging. I also wish to thank you readers for all the very kind comments and suggestions.
Ellen knew exactly what she was seeing, and feeling. It brought back so many memories of when she first began to transition mentally into whom she is today. Suddenly a giggle broke through her thoughts. It came from Sonja. Ellen pursed her lips, crossed her arms, began to tap her toe on the wooden floor, and glared at Sonja.
The wife turned toward Ellen to ask again what she thought about her choice for the rest of the day and into the evening. She saw the look on Ellen’s face and how Ellen had now placed her hands on her hips as she stared at Sonja.
“And exactly what is so God damned amusing!!!”
She and Ellen carried on and on about nothing and everything. She finally asked Ellen a question that had to be on her mind since seeing Ellen for the first time in the café.
“Please forgive me…but I must know. What did you do with your…”
The wife made semi circular motions with her palms up. Ellen broke out laughing.
“You mean what did I do with my boobs?”
“That is a good question.”
Ellen turned to the husband
“I unscrewed the ones from last night and screwed in my day boobs, okay?”
Turning back to the wife, Ellen smiled and told her.
“I’m a maximizer for nights out and a minimizer during the day. It’s all in the type of bra you choose to wear honey. You’ll find out. Now…there it is…Hidden Secrets.”
The couple’s eyes focused on the black awning with pink lettering. A rainbow flag flew from a pole atop the two story brick building. The husband pulled to the curb and parked the car right in front of the shop.
The wife and Ellen exited the car before the husband had removed his seat harness. They went directly to one of the bay windows. The display was quite impressive. The half torso mannequins were made of a clear plastic. Upon them were sets of undergarments; laced under wired demi bras and thongs and such. At the base of each mannequin was a display of hosiery radiating from the base. There was one full sized mannequin that bore an old fashioned full length boned open corset with four garters per side.
All of the garments were white against a black ground and floor making them stand out even more. In another bay window was a similar display but the garments were black against a white back ground. All the mannequins were topped with fancy feathered and bejeweled ball masks.
The third bay window was a cornucopia of color. Set against a light buff background was a display of three piece sets; bra, panties and garter belt. The materials varied from cotton to silk to mixes of materials in nearly every color one could imagine. Radiating out from the bases of the mannequins were sets of hosiery in various materials. Each base was a rainbow of shades from complimentary to contrasting with several in between.
The wife was mesmerized by all that she saw. She couldn’t take her eyes off of the corset. She couldn’t begin to imagine how she would feel laced into the ominous looking device. Ellen caught her arm and, without taking her eyes off of the display, spoke.
“Oh honey, that’s not for you…yet.”
The wife looked at Ellen, who was still looking into the window. Ellen smiled slightly as the wife gave her a questioning look. Ellen tugged lightly on the wife’s arm and pulled her to the colorful display in the next window.
“Look at all the different colors and styles of hosiery. I love the silk ones the most. The back seams are a trip. I spend way to much time trying to get them absolutely straight. And I love the woven patterns that some of them have. Look at the set that has a tiny bow where the Achilles tendon would be. Aren’t they simply darling? And some of the laced tops are absolutely…divine. So intricate…so delicate…so…femme.”
The husband stood by trying to fidget his boredom away. His hands were clasped behind his back and he rocked gently back and forth on the heels of his penny loafers. He stood only a foot or two behind the women but his glaze was cast down the street.
“Okay honey, let’s go in. You’re going to love this place.”
Ellen took the wife’s arm in hers and led her to the door. She opened it and the two walked in followed by the husband.
“Good afternoon ladies. How are we today?”
A chorus of appellations sang out in a range of tones. Everyone seemed to know Ellen, or know of her. Their smiles nearly rivaled their greeter as the door closed swung closed. The fragrance of flowers and the aromas of various scents hung lightly in the air. The wooden flooring was covered in softly colored rugs and the displays of undergarments spread about rivaled those in the windows.
Amidst the soft lighting and the softly playing Chopin, the wife didn’t know where to look first. Certainly the customers were nearly as colorful as the displays, though maybe not all in the same good taste and style. A diminutive older woman came up to Ellen and embraced her, air kissing both of her cheeks.
“Ellen…Ellen…how very good to see you again. You look smashing I must say. How have you been?”
“Jean dear, you haven’t been to visit us lately at the club and we do so very much miss your presence. How are you anyway? You do look very well.”
“I’ve had my moments with this damned arthritis and look what they’ve done to me!”
Jean raised the hem of her skirt a bit, though totally unnecessary, to display a pair of orthopedic shoes.
“Well honey, it doesn’t do much for your outfit, but…whatever it takes…”
“I know dear…”
Jean sighed, resigned to the fact that sometimes comfort must overshadow style and fashion.
“…and who is this lovely young woman?”
Ellen introduced the wife and her husband to Jean. Jean nodded and politely shook the husband’s hand. She then turned and took the wife’s hands in her own.
“Welcome to ‘Hidden Secrets’ my dear.”
The wife blushed and coyly smiled at Jean.
“And I would guess that we’re shopping for you today?”
The wife nodded.
“We want to present a different image, one that’s more suited to her day to day existence. Isn’t that right honey?”
The wife looked at Ellen and nodded.
“Are we transitioning?”
“What?”
‘Transitioning? What in the world is that?’ A look of concern crossed the wife’s face as she gently bit at her lip. She looked at her husband for some sort of clarification on what they were doing.
Turning to Jean, the husband spoke.
“She does say that too often these days.”
Turning back to his wife, he smiled and spoke.
“Do try to keep up with the conversation dear. My wife and I are merely exploring another facet of ourselves. There may be some lasting changes; but I wouldn’t say that she is transitioning…at the moment.”
Ellen smiled and said to Jean; “We will be seeing Doctor Knoble…hopefully tomorrow.”
“Well, I think we could have some fun based on what you said. Why don’t we go to one of the private rooms and we can all sit and discuss what we might like. I can also take some measurements.”
‘We…we…what’s all of this ‘we’ stuff?’ The wife was somewhat put off by Jeans choice of words. ‘It’s about me.’ But she put on her brightest smile and followed Ellen’s lead into the rear of the shop. Jean opened the door and they paraded in ahead of her. Jean followed closing the door behind her.
The room was relatively bare with only several swivel chairs placed around a small circular pedestal table with a revolving top. There was a three paneled full length mirror in one corner. On one wall there were vertically placed bars from which various sets of undergarments. The wood flooring stood out against the white walls as did the garments. There was a small closet sized alcove with a bench inside and a drawer curtain pushed to the opposite side which was a changing room.
As they sat down around the table, Jean opposite the wife, there were several brown leather binders with gilt edged pages that caught the eye. Jean reached across the table and took the wife’s hands in hers. Jean smiled pleasantly at the wife as she began to speak.
“What you will see is that most of our things are in either black or white. Although we have a very limited supply of other colors on hand, such standards as red, pink and nude, we are basically a custom shop. We can provide you with items in a wide palette of colors. We can even match a particular clothing item if you wish. This also means that we must be very exacting in sizing you correctly. Once we dye a garment, it is yours. Do you understand dear?”
The wife looked directly at Jean and nodded.
“How long does the coloration usually take? You see, we’re trying to get my wife into the swing of things rather rapidly and we’ll need some things today, if at all possible.”
“Custom items usually take about five to seven days. What in particular do you have in mind?”
“We need some foundation items that can sculpt her a bit until she…naturally assumes the proper proportions.”
The husband, much to his wife’s surprise, handed Jean a list.
“I’m sure, and this is only from a cursory glance, we can do something if black, white or nude colors will work.”
The husband smiled at Jean, who was still holding gently, but firmly, onto the wife’s hands. He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and retrieved a folded sheet of paper. He slid the paper over to Jean, who picked it up and unfolded it after finally releasing his wife’s hands. He then sat and grinned like the Cheshire cat.
“I see we’ve done our homework. This is quite an impressive list. You’re very lucky dear. You have someone who thinks of everything, and then some.”
His wife looked at Jean with surprise and then to her husband.
“You’ve made a list? A list of what?”
“Just a few things you’ll need sweet heart.”
“Listen honey, you should be happy that somebody things of these things for you. I mean if I had to suddenly buy everything I needed for day to day wear, I’d go crazy. There are simply so many different things. It’s not like putting on a tee shirt and shorts…you know?”
The wife looked a Ellen for a moment as she thought about what she had just now heard. She then looked back at her husband. Finally, she shook her head quickly from side to side. She sighed.
“Whatever you think is best dear.”
Jean looked at the husband and arched one eye brow in question. The husband nodded and smiled. Jean then turned to his wife.
“Well my dear, why don’t you slip behind the curtain and undress. You may leave your panties on…for the moment. You’ll find a clean robe hanging so do put it on. There are also slippers you may wear. We must take some measurements.”
The wife arose from her chair, walked across the floor (one foot in front of the other), and into the changing room, pulling the curtain closed behind her. She did as Jean requested, donning the robe and slippers. She returned to the table and stood next to Ellen.
Jean took her time and was patient as she measured the wife. To distract her from the embarrassment of having someone do this for the first time, Ellen kept up a continuous stream of chatter. She spoke about everything and anything with such enthusiasm that it infected Jean as well. Time seemed to fly past when Jean finally had what she needed.
When Jean had finished, Ellen took hold of her hand and, looking up into the wife’s eyes with a broad grin on her face, spoke.
“We really need to talk about your boobs.”
“What?”
“Let’s sit down and discuss a few things dear.”
The husband, trying unsuccessfully to suppress his giggling, turned to Jean. But it was Ellen who spoke first.
“Well…what’s the verdict Jean?”
“Ellen, she’s nearly perfect. She could use an inch or two off the waist, but other than that, she proportions are very good. You say she’ll see Knoble tomorrow?”
“Yeah…that’s the plan. What would you recommend?”
“Well…if she wants the lifestyle, I would recommend slowly working into it. Let’s size her at…well…let’s try thirty six in a ‘B’ cup, or maybe a ‘C’. You see, she’s really closer to thirty seven, but depending on the style and maker…”
The wife sat and listened to the two ladies discussing what obviously must be her bust size. Her eyes rolled back and forth between them and she felt as though she was eaves dropping into somebody else’s conversation. Finally Ellen turned toward her.
“It’s up to you honey. The question is size and style. Would you like to see the styles?”
The wife wasn’t quite sure what Ellen was speaking of…styles? Of what? Jean picked up her portable phone and dialed an intercom number.
“Ah, Sonja…good. I would like you to bring in the sample tray of breast prosthetics in 34 and 36 ‘B’ and ‘C’ cups. Yes, bring both sides and, of course,. Bring only our best”
Jean hung up the phone. She spoke to neither woman in particular but glanced at both as she spoke.
“Sonja is one of our newest commission employees. She is an exquisite creature of mixed heritages and happens to belong to a mutual acquaintance of Ellen and mine. Sonja specializes in our fetish wear…”
Jean giggled at her private thoughts for a moment and continued.
“…but who is to say what a fetish truly is these days.”
The others nodded in agreement.
Shortly after the call, a gentle knock could be heard at the door. Jean bade the knocker to enter. In strode Sonja. All eyes were upon the tall, thin woman as she strode in. She was, indeed gorgeous, and quite exotic.
She face bore very fine features and the lightest of green eyes. Her shoulder length jet black hair fell in large curls. Sonja’s skin was the color of coffee, light on the cream if you please. But without a doubt, her large eyes and full thick sensuous lips, coated with a shimmering pale pink gloss were her most capturing features.
She stood as straight as a rail as she walked the few feet to the table. And as she walked, she would thrust one hip forward and then the other, as if strutting on a cat walk. Sonja’s five inch heeled black patent leather pumps and the vented black leather pencil skirt certainly dictated the length on her stride. But she seemed comfortable enough to take full strides and suffered no loss in the grace and flow of her motions. She seemed to have no waist at all which led to the illusion that her torso and legs were independent of one another. It was quite obvious that Sonja was at home with what she wore.
Sonja’s blouse was a pale pearl pink with a rounded collar that opened into a ruffled front. The ruffles were edged in black piping. Sonja, without truly making eye contact, placed the tray of samples in the center of the table as Jean began to again speak.
“Everything that our Sonja is wearing we had a hand in, except for her shoes. Sonja, please model your skirt for us.”
“Yes Miss Jean.”
Without any hesitation, Sonja moved around the table and every two or three strides she would pirouette, giving a better look at the construction and flow of her garments.
“The skirt is made of only four pieces of leather and, of course, is lined in silk. The entire piece was designed and constructed here. The silk and satin blouse was purchased through us and dyed. We also added the piping.”
“You mentioned that she is owned by someone I know?”
“Sonja, please remove your blouse.”
Jean turned to Ellen as Sonja, without the slightest hesitation, began to remove her top.
“Indeed! Sonja has given herself complete over to another woman. She is working here simply to try and keep ahead to her clothing bills. And since Sonja is so very aware of what the fetishists adore in the way of clothing and such, she in nearly even at this point.”
Sonja removed her top to reveal the upper potion of the corset she wore. Its color was nearly a match of that of her skin; only a bit darker. The bodice was constructed of the most delicate lace and one could see her charms through the thin veil of fabric. Below that point, the material was quite solid and the boning for support and shaping was located every few inches. Covering nearly the entire piece was the same style of lacing as on the bodice. Beneath the lace was the palest green satin obviously color matched to Sonja’s pale green eyes.
The wife was so taken with the piece that her breathe quicken. She began to reach out to touch the material, but hesitated and brought her fingers to her lips. Ellen smiled as she observed the wife’s eyes begin to glaze. One could only imagine what mental image had caused that to occur.
“Go ahead dear, you may touch the material. It is an exquisite piece. Sonja, come closer and turn slowly so that we may look closer and at our leisure.”
Sonja approached the wife until she was a mere few inched from her. Ellen grabbed the wife’s hand gently and slowly run her finger tips over the fabric. She took her hand off the wife’s. Her hand continued to touch various parts of the wondrous garment.
“Turn around Sonja and show her the back of your skirt.”
Sonja turned and Jean continued to describe her construction on the skirt.
“Normally we don’t see a vent in a pencil skirt. If one is cut in, then it is usually no more than a few inches up from the hem. This seam is nearly two thirds u-p the rear of the skirt. On one hand, the vent defeats the purpose of the skirts design, which is slimness and, for some, the constriction. But in this case, her owner wanted to have at least limited access to Sonja’s charms, which the high vent does allow. If you look carefully, you can see the tiny zipper which will close the vent entirely.”
Ellen past her hand into the vent and smiled as she easily found the entrance beneath the long line of the corset. She gently caresses Sonja’s rump and fondled her other ‘charms’ briefly. Sonja barely moved to Ellen’s touch. Ellen looked up into her heavily lidded green eyes and smiled.
“You seem to be well trained.”
”Yes Miss. Thank you Miss.”
Jean watched as the wife, seemingly oblivious to everything other than the corset, continued to trace her figure along the stays and the lace insets. Jean couldn’t help but notice her fascination.
“Oh honey…”
There was a note of sympathy in her voice because she realized how taken the wife was with the garment.
“…this is really not for you…yet. We still have a bit of work to do before you could even consider such a thing. Anyway, the lingerie we’re getting for you today will be nice and snug. I’m sure you’ll love it.”
“How much does such a thing cost Jean.”
The two women were amazed. These were the first words the wife uttered unsolicited.
“Well…this one is custom made from the ground up, so to speak. It was made expressly for Sonja. We took nearly three weeks to design, cut and sew it together. There aren’t any others like it. The twelve stays are replaceable and it does have four garter snaps per leg. This is a very costly garment. We would have to work one up for you specifically. I wouldn’t recommend doing so until you’ve ‘grown’ into yourself, so to speak.”
The wife pouted as Jean had Sonja put her blouse back on. Ellen called Sonja to her side one last time.
“I want to see how you move in this piece when it’s zipped up.”
Ellen smiled as Sonja’s gait narrowed to less than half of what is was when she entered. All eyes were on her till she closed the door behind her. The ladies then turned their attention to the display tray in front of them. Ellen reached out and picked one up in her hand. She squeezed it and looked at the skin thin edges.
“These are very nice Jean. I’ve yet to see a pair this nice.”
“Yes. This is the latest design. The filling is a gel rather than latex. As the gel warms to the body’s heat, the natural action of the breast becomes so life like that pour customers have nothing but praise for them. Now this set has the ‘excited nipples’ already attached. Most purchasers don’t realize what a chore it can prove to…deal with them. I usually recommend the standard nipple.”
Ellen took the wife’s hand gently and placed the breast she held into her hand. Ellen could see the wife’s hand tremble as she held the prosthetic. She ran her finger gently across the distended latex nipple. She hefted the breast, checking it’s weight. She smiled and look toward Ellen.
“Can these be glued on?”
“Sure honey. They’re designed expressly for that purpose. That’s why the edges are so thin. You can wear them for days. The glue will hold them firmly attached.”
“And as I mentioned, once they warm to your body temperature, the moment becomes almost natural. Nobody, even the most discerning eye, will be able to tell the difference between those and the real thing. They were expressly designed for those poor dears that needed to undergo total mastectomy and haven’t healed enough to begin any sort of rebuild. Should we try it one now?””
The wife trembled slightly as she held the thing in her hand. It wobbled slightly as she slightly shifted her hand to and fro. She stared at it and smiled.
“Yes, I think I do. Let’s see what it does look like with a bra on. And I think I would like to try it glued on, just to see, you know?”
“Sonja…”
“Yes Miss Jean.”
Sonja stood so quietly and unobtrusively that they all had forgotten she was still in the room.
“Put your blouse on, take this list and fill it. I think we’ll try the thirty six ‘B’ cup so there is your final size. Everything else I’ve sized already. Go with the colors that her husband has listed. When you’re done, bring all the things in.”
“Yes Miss Jean.”
All eyes were on Sonja as she strutted out of the room. Even with her rigid posture, she seemed to almost gracefully glide across the floor and out the door. The wife watched her with a fixed stare and even after the door closed her gaze remained fixed as though the image of So0nja, and that magnificent corset was still in her vision.
“I wonder… however does she live in that thing?”
Turning to face the wife, Ellen smiled and, with her index finger, turned the wife’s chin till they faced one another separated by mere inches.
“Listen honey, she’s been in something like that for quite some time. It’s not exactly like putting on a new pair of panties you know. I know that the corset is absolutely amazing but…it’s not something for you right now. Now we have plenty for you to try on and play with. Become accustomed to what your going to be wearing, lose a bit of weight, and tomorrow you and I will see a Doctor who can help you become…the real you. After a year or so…well…then maybe. If it’s okay with your hubby.”
The wife looked longingly at her husband. He simply nodded agreeing with Ellen. At this point, Jean arose and walked to her sample racks and began to search through them.
“Ah…here it is! Put this on and let’s see what we have.”
The bra she chose was a simple blended elastic cup with a wide band that would help support the weight of the breast and add some shape while still being comfortable. The straps were wider than usual for such a casual piece in this small a size.
The wife reached out and gingerly took the bra. She headed for the changing room, still unaccustomed to changing in front of anybody other than her husband. When she drew the curtain closed behind her, Ellen lended in close to the husband.
“Oh my God! She is so adorable. She’s like a small child.”
The all giggled softly and waited for the wife. When she opened the curtain, she still had her robe on with the belt tied so that the bra couldn’t be seen. She walked back to the table and sat down in her chair. Jean smiled at her and spoke.
“How does it feel? Are you comfortable in it? Does it bind anywhere?”
“It feels rather…nice actually.”
“Good.”
Jean arose and walked around the table to where the wife sat. She reached for the tray containing the prosthetic breasts and pulled it toward her. She lifted one up and turned to the wife.
“Now let’s see how this fits. Please undo your robe dear.”
The wife undid her robe, letting it fall open to reveal the bra she wore. Her gaze was directed downward toward her folded hands. Jean gently pulled the cup out and slid the breast form in. She then repeated the same thing with the other side. Jean then adjusted the straps on the bra till the forms were snug up against the wife’s chest.
Jean took the wife’s hand and had her stand up. She led her over to the mirror with the robe down around her shoulders. The wife’s mouth opened in shock as she gazed at her image.
“Oh dear Lord! They look so…real. It does feel quite strange…the weight and all.”
“Well I think they look fabulous on you dear. And, I must say, a bit naughty the way your nipples are poking out.”
Ellen joined them by the mirror and, coming up behind the wife, cupped both forms in her hand and gently squeezed them. The wife was totally captivated by the sight of Ellen’s long fingers and red nails on her new breasts
“They do feel very nice, don’t they honey. You’ll want your very own real ones soon enough. I can tell.”
The wife hadn’t really heard what Ellen said. She was too fixed on the way she now looked. The husband remained at the table watching the women fuse over his wife.
“Yes. I think those will do. They’re not too pretentious and yet…quite…inviting. Sweet heart, they certainly do suit you well. What do you think Ellen?”
“Yeah. I think they’re a good start. Listen…I think we’re going to run into a time problem here. We have an appointment with my stylist in less than one hour. If she wants a manicure AND a pedicure as well as a trim and make-up, we’re going to need to split up.”
“Yes, I see what you mean. Figure an hour and one half to two hours right there. We won’t really have time before the shops close. Suppose I take you to your car and you return here to see things through.”
‘Oh my God no!’ The wife was taken aback by the thought of her husband, her lover, the one person in the world she trusted, leaving her here by herself; and with these strange women no less. Well, Ellen was okay and actually fun to be with. And Sonja was …well…very different and exotic. Okay…and Jean was quite lovely as well. But,,,!
“Here’s what sweet heart, when Sonja brings your lingerie in, start trying the things on. Ellen will be back within ten minutes. We can all meet up at the house.”
He saw the distress in her face and reached out to take her around her waist. He looked deeply into her eyes and smiled.
“We’ll only be apart for a short time. Ellen will be an excellent guide for you. All you need do is to listen to her.”
She could never resist him during these moments of intimacy. Even in the midst of a crowd he could totally capture her to exclusion of everybody and everything else. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her. They kissed, briefly, and hugged again. He broke their embrace and looked to Ellen. Ellen crossed her arms and pouted. She impatiently tapped he toe of her shoe against the wooden floor.
“Well! I’m not leaving without my kiss!”
The wife walked over to her and leaned in to kiss her lips gently. Ellen began to laugh and she hugged the wife and quickly kissed her again.
“Oh honey, you are just too precious for words.”
As Ellen and the husband started for the door, Sonja knocked and then entered wheeling a woven basket piled high with packages and containers of various sizes and colors housing the items outlined on the husband’s list.
“Thank you Sonja. I would like you to remain here and assist in any way possible. Remember that this is the wife’s first real experience shopping for lingerie so I want you to be her guide until Ellen returns. Do you understand?”
“Yes Miss Jean.”
“Good.”
Jean smiled and turned to the wife.
“Now dear, you take all the time you need and make sure that we have what you want. I’m going to go out front for a while. If you need me for anything at all, don’t hesitate to have Sonja come and fetch me. Is that okay?”
The wife grinned and nodded her assent. She gazed at the treasures in the wheeled basket as a child might stare into the window of a candy shop. She never even heard the goodbye and ‘see you soon’ from Ellen and her husband.
Sonja cleared the table and began to take packages out of the basket, sorting them by item type. The wife noticed control slips in two lengths and colors, laced topped thigh highs, stockings, control briefs, several different styles of bras, camisole and tap pant sets, and two long line all-in-one opened bottomed body shapers in the same style as the one she wore last evening.
She felt herself flush with excitement as she picked up each container, one by one, and examined the image of the treasure held within. She had no idea where to begin and yet she wanted to try everything on all at once.
Grabbing several of the packages, the wife ducked quickly into the changing room and pulled the curtain closed behind her. She couldn’t wait to doff her robe and rip open the first package.
“Ma’ma, it would be helpful if I might see how you look in the pieces you try on? I only want to make sure that the fit is good.”
The wife barely heard what Sonja had said. She was so completely absorbed with the thought that these things were now hers. She grunted her assent. First on were the bras. She would put one on, place the forms in as best she could, and duck out of the room for a quick inspection by Sonja.
“You’ll do much better once these are glued on Ma’am.”
Sonja would adjust the forms and pull a bit on the straps making sure that the ‘look’ was as natural as possible. The wife went on in rapid secession; piece after piece. With each new one, Sonja would insist that the wife move around , and swing her arms, and even hp up and down to test whether the bras were doing what they should. Then she would retrieve the last garment and carefully repackage it.
The wife spent a bit more time with the control slips. She loved the way the spandex blend constricted her body, pulled in her tummy and giving her less of a waist. She loved the way the material pulled her into a more erect posture. Even her breast forms felt more of a part of her in the slips. Turning to Sonja really for the first time, the wife asked her opinion.
“What do you think? I really like them? But I need another opinion…please.”
Sonja could see the anxiety in the wife’s face. After all, this wasn’t exactly tee shirts and shorts. Sonja smiled.
“I think they suit you quite well Ma’am. You definitely do them justice. You really should try on the all-in ones. They are absolutely sinful if you like the feeling of…a silky embrace Ma’am.”
The wife smiled conspiratorially and rapidly nodded her head. She ducked back into the room. Ellen had finally returned with her own car. She cheerfully entered the room.
“So…how’s my little girl doing? Having fun honey?”
“Oh God yes Ellen. This has been wonderful so far.”
Turning to Sonja, and in a more clipped tone of voice, Ellen spoke.
“How has it been going?”
“Everything seems to fit perfectly Miss Ellen.”
“Good. What she trying on now?”
“The all in ones Miss Ellen.”
“Good.”
Turning back toward the changing room, Ellen, all smiles again, spoke to the wife.
“Do you need any help honey? Don’t be afraid to ask. Some of those things may feel a bit tight.”
“Oh Lord…yes. This one is quite snug…”
Ellen could hear her grunt as she struggled to pull the garment on.
“…but I think I’ve got it now. I want to try on the hosier with this piece.”
“If you need any help with the garter snaps, let us know, okay? There are eight of them…”
Turning to Sonja, Ellen mentioned that she had never tried to do eight before. Sonja smiled and nodded. Suddenly they heard from behind the curtain. The wife was having a problem. Ellen walked over and entered the tiny room.
The wife was in a bit of distress. She couldn’t manage to turn enough to clip the rear inside snaps. Ellen smiled and kneeled down to assist her.
“I think you look gorgeous in this piece honey.”
“I could barely get it on. It’s so…constricting.”
“Oh I know honey. Just imagine what Sonja’s corset must feel like. Hers is several inches smaller in the waist. But you really don’t need that. Just lose a few pounds and this little honey will feel really marvelous. Maybe we’ll go two inches smaller. I think you really look wonderful in it.”
“Oh do you really think so?”
The wife pirouetted and she smiled as she slowly twirled.
“I want to see in the mirror.”
She walked out from behind the curtain and looked at herself in the mirror. She turned this way and that, taking in every inch of her ‘new’ self. The image reflected back to her astonished green eyes was beautiful, entrancing, feminine, enchanting, desirable, and overwhelmingly hot!
Ellen smiled at her. Ellen knew exactly what she was seeing, and feeling. It brought back so many memories of when she first began to transition mentally into whom she is today. Suddenly a giggle broke through her thoughts. It came from Sonja. Ellen pursed her lips, crossed her arms, began to tap her toe on the wooden floor, and glared at Sonja.
The wife turned toward Ellen to ask again what she thought about her choice for the rest of the day and into the evening. She saw the look on Ellen’s face and how Ellen had now placed her hands on her hips as she stared at Sonja.
“And exactly what is so God damned amusing!!!”
Sonja, startled by the tone of Ellen’s voice, turned to find the very angry Ellen in her face.
“I asked you something you stupid whore!”
The wife was completely shocked at how Ellen spat out her words. Sonja, poor Sonja, was beside herself, quaking in fear. Her head was bowed and she was on the verge of tears.
“The Madam is showing.”
“What?”
“And you think that’s funny?”
Ellen shook her head in disgust. The wife looked down and realized that in her excitement she had become erect. The front of her girdle was slightly bulging outward. She covered her face in her hands and swiftly retreated to the dressing room.
“You’re so fucking stupid!”
Ellen was ready to slap Sonja but thought better of it. She felt bad enough for the wife who was no doubt deeply embarrassed.
“Honey…are you okay?”
There was silence. Ellen turned to Sonja but rather than give into her urge to slap her, she spoke slowly, deliberately, and with enormous self control.
“Go get a water pitcher and fill it with ice and cold water. Also bring one or two hand towels. Go now.”
“But where shall I find ice?”
“Now that’s not my problem, is it!”
Ellen smiled as she dismissed Sonja. Ellen then grabbed her bag and walked to the dressing room and could hear the wife sniffling. Ellen stopped outside the entrance to the changing room.
“Are you okay honey?”
She reached into her shoulder bag and retrieved several tissues. He handed them through the curtain to the wife.
“Thanks.”
“Can I please come in? We really should have taken care of this before your husband left.”
Ellen heard a sniffle.
“Sure. Come in. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I am so embarrassed.”
“Oh honey…”
Ellen took her around her waist and shoulders and hugged her.
“…it happens to us all. That bitch should have kept her mouth shut or let us know in a more discrete way.”
“But she doesn’t have the same problem as…us.”
“Well…”
Ellen released her hold on the wife and held her by her shoulders.
“…she did at one time.”
“What?”
“She’s exactly like us with one major difference…our equipment still works. If you get what I mean.”
“Oh my God! Really? What happened?”
Well hon…it’s a long sad tale but basically she went all the way with the hormones. Then her Mistress had her…balls, or what remained of them, removed. Several other things were done to her surgically so now her dick is of no use to anyone.”
“Oh my God!”
The wife stood with her hands on her mouth in shock at the tale Ellen related. She couldn’t image how anyone could let themselves be so…used…by another. Ellen pursed her lips and nodded her head.
“Okay honey,,,here, have a seat.”
Ellen patted the spot next to her and the wife sat down. She crumpled and played with the tissue in her hand and nervously looked at Ellen.
“You won’t get her in trouble, will you?”
The wife had a pleading tone in her voice. Her eyes then dropped to her hands. Ellen looked at her for a moment and then smiled.
“Listen honey…there’s something you really should know about me, okay?”
The wife looked up at Ellen, and into Ellen’s eyes. ‘Hmmm…’ Ellen thought, ‘she really has lovely eyes.’
“Yeah…okay.”
Ellen turned as she sat and took the wife’s hands in hers.
“Your husband, what’s his name…”
The wife giggled with Ellen.
“…left you in my care. So…as far as I’m concerned? Nobody…and I mean nobody! Nobody is going to mess with you without messing with me! I so envy that your husband thinks enough of you to be doing what he’s doing for you. I wish somebody thought enough of me…”
At this point Ellen’s voice began to choke up and her eyes became watery. The wife felt such a rush of compassion for Ellen that she removed her hands from Ellen’s and hugged her. Ellen hugged the wife close to her.
“I’m sorry. I…I really envy you and what you have with your husband. I wish I had that kind of…love and compassion in my life.”
“But you have your cousin in your life. That’s something.”
“Yeah… But it not enough. She’s totally taken with someone else. And anyway, she is my first cousin. It wouldn’t work. It couldn’t work.”
As Ellen straightened herself up and wiped her nose in the tissue, the wife could see the deep sadness that crossed her face with the thought of her cousin.
“But you do see her, and I suppose you speak by phone.”
“You are sweet honey. The pain of seeing her isn’t half as bad as the agony of not seeing her.”
At that moment, Sonja arrived with the items Ellen requested and knocked on the wall to signal her arrival. Ellen swiped the tissue beneath her eyes to dab up any remaining tears.
“Do I look alright?”
“Oh honey…you look beautiful.”
The wife smiled. Ellen opened the curtain slightly and took the pitcher and clothes from Sonja. She handed them to Ellen.
“Thank you Sonja. You may finish packing up my things. Oh, yes…”
The wife gathered the lingerie she had worn in and handed the items to Sonja.
“Please tend to these things as well. I am going to wear this today.”
She smiled pleasantly to Sonja, who nodded and returned to her task by the table.
The wife turned to Ellen and looked for her to explain this mystery to her.
“I really wish your husband was here for this.”
Ellen reached into her shoulder bad and retrieve a plastic bag containing several metal rings. They were made of stainless steel and gleamed in the light.
“What are those?”
“These are cock rings honey.”
The wife was somewhat shocked by Ellen’s answer. ‘What in the world...’ she thought as Ellen opened the bag and spread them out on one of the on one of the clothes. The wife noticed they were all different diameters. Ellen laid them out according to size till they lined up from the smallest to the largest.
“What they do is constrict the blood flow to your penis so you can’t become erect. That doesn’t mean it’s impossible to get a stiffy, it only means that much more…manipulation is required? But once you do get a stiffy, it will be the stiffy of all stiffys because all of that blood that flows in can’t leave. It’s kind of like blowing up a balloon with as much air as you can until just before it bursts.”
“Does it hurt? I mean…when you do become erect.?”
“It’s a delicious pain…”
Ellen’s face lighted up and her smile returned even brighter than before as she recalled her experiences.
“…and to cum? Oh my God! It’s exquisitely painful.”
She giggled at the wide eyed expression on the wife’s face.
“But you don’t have to worry honey. This…”
Ellen held up the pitcher of iced water.
“…is the cure all. Now, we need to find you a proper fit. After all, you do want to look perfect at all times, right?”
“Well how is it supposed to fit? How does one put this on?”
“Well honey. Stand up and let’s see. You will need to lift the hem of you shaper.”
“But I haven’t any panties on.”
“You won’t need them. And anyway, I promise you that it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. You’ll need to trust me.”
The wife thought for a moment. ‘Am I truly going to expose myself to this woman I barely know? What if she makes fun of my…size? Why couldn’t my husband be here?’ A dozen more thoughts rapidly crossed her mind until she finally gave up arguing with herself and simply flipped up her hem. She still obscured herself modestly with her hands.
Ellen took one of the towels and dipped it into the icy water. She then looked at the wife.
“Hands honey. I can’t do this with your hands in the way.”
The wife slowly moved her hands to expose herself to Ellen’s gaze.
“See? Not so bad. I’m going to put is on to shrink you as much as we can. That way we can fit you properly. Okay?”
The wife nodded as she watched Ellen’s hand slowly approach she most private of areas. Ellen held the pitcher directly beneath the towel to catch any dripping water.
“OH MY GOD!!! It’s so cold!”
Ellen giggled.
“It’s supposed to be cold silly. How else can we make sure it’s as small as possible?”
Ellen wet the towel several more times and after cupping the wife’s scrotum, she applied the towel to her shaft. Once all the swelling had abated and everything shrank into its smallest size, Ellen set the pitcher down and examined what remained.
“Now honey, I’m going to have to touch you, just to look, okay? I don’t want you to feel embarrassed. We can pretend we’re sisters, okay?”
“I think I’m too cold for me to be embarrassed.”
“Good, that’s the way it should be.”
Ellen looked closely and lifted the wife’s equipment up a bit. She looked at the various sized rings and chose one of the smaller ones.
“I’ll show you how to do this, okay?”
The wife nodded as Ellen took the ring and slipped it up the wife’s scrotum as far as she could till the steel was tightly pressed against the wife’s pubic bone.
“Now watch carefully. You really only need to see this once to get the idea.”
Ellen then took the wife’s penis head and slipped it beneath the steel ring. She wet it a bit and then pulled it through, completely slipping the ring over the wife’s entire sex. It was a tight squeeze to get her shaft through but the fitting was as perfect as possible. In spite of the slight pinching and squeezing, the wife stood as still as she could while Ellen fit the ring on her.
“There honey. How does it feel?”
“It feels…odd. It’s not very comfortable, is it?”
“You’ll become accustomed to it.”
“It feels a bit tight. Will I be able to…you know…”
“Pee?”
They both giggled.
“Yeah. Will I?”
”Like a race horse honey. Just as long as you aren’t…overly stimulated at the time?”
They giggled again. The wife couldn’t image feeling anything whilst the ring was on. She felt around her equipment and even attempted to manipulate herself.
“It feels so strange. I feel like I’m numb down there.”
“Well, it should feel like that. I’ll get you a few more of those in the event you lose this one. We’ll be together for the rest of the day and evening so if anything feels wrong or you think something isn’t right, I can take care of it. Why don’t you get dressed and we’ll collect your purchases and head for the salon.”
Ellen started to turn and leave the dressing room but the wife took hold of her arm and, after spinning her face to face, the wife hugged her and kissed her on the cheek.
“Thank you Ellen.”
“Oh sweet heart…it really is my pleasure.”
The wife, with some assistance from Ellen, continued to dress. They then walked from the dressing room hand in hand toward the counter on the sales floor. The wife turned her head at every mirror to take in the image she now presented. Her clothes suddenly fit a bit better. They weren’t quite as tight as before and her blouse now appeared to conform to her ‘new’ bust in a more natural manner.
After signing the credit card bill, Ellen and the wife thanked Jean for all of her help and they hugged and kissed their farewells. They left the shop with four black shopping bags baring the Hidden Secrets name and logo and walked to Ellen’s Audi. After depositing the bags in the trunk, Ellen walked to the passenger side and opened the door for the wife.
“Oh Ellen, you didn’t have to do this.”
The wife sat down, smoothing her skirt as she did. She then swung both of her legs in and settled herself in the leather seat.
“Listen honey…when somebody wants to pamper you…you let them. Get use to it.”
Ellen laughed as she closed the door and went around to the driver’s side. She opened the door and got into the car. She looked at the wife, who was discreetly adjusting one of her straps. Ellen smiled to herself as she started the car and off they went to the stylist.
To Be Continued…
Author's Note: I wish to express my never-ending gratitude to Lauran Travis for the wonderful original tale and Lauran’s very kind and generous permission to write my ‘take’ on “The Red Dress”. ~Kelly