by Teddie S.
I fell in love with David in high school and married him right after college. What was it about him that I loved so much? In this chapter: He tells all. Or, does he?
I lay there with my eyes closed just enjoying David’s touches and kisses. They were so soft and sensual. He’s always been a great lover and able to excite me, but tonight it was special. Very special.
David and I had met in high school during our freshman year. And, when most of the other girls were chasing the jocks, I saw something in David that really attracted me to him. He was a regular kind of guy, five foot eight, kind of skinny, brown hair, and the most gorgeous pair of blue eyes that I’d ever seen. He’s never pretended to be someone he wasn’t, and he was also very sweet and thoughtful.
As we came to know each other better, I found that he was a great lover. Most of my girlfriends talked about their sexual encounters and the biggest thing was how the boys were more interested in themselves then in pleasing their partner. David on the other hand knew how to bring me more pleasure then I thought possible. But, David was shy. It took us a long time to get to the point of having sex. The first time we made love we were lucky enough to be able to spend an hour enjoying each other and it wasn’t in the backseat of a car. He was fantastic even though it was his first time as well as mine. He made me feel special and made sure that I enjoyed it as much as he did.
We were together through the rest of high school and college, lived together our last two years of college, and married just after college graduation. I was working. And he was working part-time and working on his masters degree. Our life together was ideal.
One day not too long after we were married, I came home and David had dinner ready. Not an unusual thing, but he had put together a very special dinner with a single candle in the middle of the table and a nice bottle of wine. All through dinner David was very quiet. I could tell that he had something on his mind and I knew he’d tell me when he was ready. After we had finished dessert, we were just sitting looking at each other when he said, “Beth. Honey. I have something to tell you.”
“I thought you might. What’s wrong?”, I asked.
“I haven’t been truthful with you.”
“Not truthful?”
“There’s something that I’ve never told you about myself, and I should have before we were married.”
I just looked at him in a questioning way.
Then, as he looked down at the table, he said, “I . . . I . . . I like to wear girls’ clothes.” I saw the tears well up in his eyes. I got up, moved my chair next to him, sat back down, put my arm around him, and said, “You like to wear girls’ clothes?”
He just nodded yes.
“I know.”, I said.
As he looked up at me and said, “You . . . You know?”
As I wiped his tears away, I said, “Well. Maybe I didn’t know, but I suspected.”
“You suspected?”
“Uh huh.”
“How?”
“I’ve found some of my things moved and some things on the computer.”
“Why didn’t you say something?”
“Honey. I figured that you’d tell me what it was all about when you were ready.”
“I should have told you before this.”
“I know.”
“I tried to stop for you, especially after we were married, but the feelings are too strong.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“You just have a right to know and I just had to.”
“And?”
“Nothing.”
“Honey. What? Do you still want to dress?”
He looked at me and the tears started again. I just held him.
Once he calmed down, we spent the rest of the evening just talking. There were more tears. There were lots of hugs. And, I had the usual questions. Are you gay? I knew he wasn’t. Are you bisexual? He said he wasn’t. Do you want to be a girl? He didn’t think so. I found out that he’d fallen in love with girls’ clothes when he was about seven and had dressed as often as he could since then using his sisters and mothers things. That night we went on to share our deepest thoughts and emotions. I told him that I’d have to think on this whole thing for a while, and that I wasn’t sure what I was feeling yet.
The love of my life had told me that he was a crossdresser and it really didn’t bother me. I think he figured that I’d freak out, and yell and scream at him. But, I’m not that type of a person. I guess I took it as just being another part of him. He had told me his deepest secret and that his biggest fear in telling me was that I’d leave him. I had told him that my love for him was much deeper than that and that nothing could make me stop loving him.
The day after he’d told me and we’d had our talk, when I arrived home there was a box of flowers sitting at the door. I picked up the box, took it in the house, set it on the kitchen table, and looked at the card. All it said was, ‘Beth, I love you so much. David.’ I opened the box and it contained a dozen, long stem, red roses. I felt the tears come into my eyes and I cried tears of happiness for a good ten minutes. When David came home, I met him at the door and gave him the longest and deepest kiss that I could. When we broke the kiss he asked, “What was that for?”
“Because I love you.”, I replied, “And, the flowers are so beautiful.”
We stood there and just held each other for a long time.
David had a Saturday class at the university for his masters and I knew he would then spend some time at the library doing research. This gave me time to do some on-line research. Some of the sites I found were nothing but pure porn. But, luckily there were a number that were helpful, some very helpful. What it boiled down to was that most crossdressers were heterosexual. That there was something in the makeup of their brain that made them this way. And, there was no known “cure” for it.
There was a lot of information to digest and it was very informative. I saw a number of very pretty “girls” and it really surprised me as to how good some of these guys looked as girls. The more I read, the more I began to understand what wearing girl’s clothes, and even looking like a girl, meant to some men.
Nothing more was said on Saturday when David came home or on Sunday until we were cleaning up the lunch dishes when I said, “I was doing some reading.”
“About what?”, David asked.
“About crossdressers.”
“Crossdressers?”
“Yea. I found some very interesting things.”
“Why were you looking?”
“So I can understand you better.”
“You understand my want to wear girls’ clothes?”
“No. Not completely. But, I’ve found out some interesting things.”
“Like what?”
“That it’s something that I don’t think you can stop.”
“Can’t stop?”
“Probably not. It’s just the way your brain is wired.”
“My brain is wired to do this?”
“There’s just something in your makeup that wants you to dress like a girl. You enjoy it. And, you just can’t stop.”
“But, I want to stop.”
“Honey. I really doubt that you can and I think deep down you really don’t want to. I read about some of the ‘girls’ that have tried to stop dressing. They actually did something called purging, throwing out all their girl clothes. They always went back to dressing and had to purchase everything new.”
“You’re saying that I really can’t stop?”
“I don’t think you can.”
I watched the expression on his face change from one of puzzlement to one of sadness, as he just said, “Oh.”
“What wrong?”
“I just wish I wasn’t like this.”
“Why?”
“So I could be a normal husband to you.”
“Love. What’s normal?”
“I guess being a man or a woman.”
“You’re not a man?”
“Yea. I am. But, I have a problem.”
“A problem?”
“Yea. I like girls’ clothes.”
“So. Sometimes I wear guys’ clothes.”
“That’s different.”
“In what way?”
“It’s accepted. All the girls do it.”
“So. It’s just not as accepted for a guy to dress in girls’ clothes.”
“And, probably never will be.”
“So what. Be who you are.”
“What are you saying?”
“How do you feel when you dress?”
“I . . . I guess kind of nice, warm, at ease, comfortable.”
“So it feels good?”
“It always has.”
“So just do it.”
“You’re saying that it’s all right?”
“I’m saying that I love you and what makes you happy, makes me happy. Why don’t you go and look at some of the web sites that I’ve book marked?”
He sat there for a long time just looking at me, then as he got up he said, “I love you so much.”
I smiled at him and said, “I know. And, I love you just as much.”
I figured that David was going to be gone for awhile and it would give me more time to think. So, I made a cup of tea, sat where I could look out the window and tried to figure out why it didn’t bother me that he wanted to dress in women’s clothes.
A number of things that I had read, said that when some wives or girlfriends found out about the crossdressing they went off the deep end. Some just up and left, some outed their crossdressing spouse to everyone, some set rules to when their spouse could dress, and some, I guess like me, accepted it to various degrees. But, why was I accepting it?
I thought back to our meeting in high school. How sweet he was and is. How much fun he’s to be around. How much I love him. But, why did I accept this part of him?
Then it hit me. It is just part of him. Part of the love of my life. So he likes girls’ clothes. They’re only clothes. It would still be him under the clothes. Still be him that I love. But, what did he look like when he dressed? Was I going to freak out the first time he dressed in front of me? Would he even dress in front of me?
David finally came back and sat down next to me. I looked at him and said, “Well?”
“You found a number of sites that I’d never seen.”, he said, “And, if what I read is true. You were right in saying that I can’t stop or if I tried I’d go back to it very quickly.”
I just smiled at him.
He continued with, “There is something that worries me.”
“What love?”, I asked.
“It’s what you’re going to think if I dress in front of you.”
“Honey. If you don’t want to dress in front of me that’s fine. But, I want to share everything with you.”
“Everything?”
“Yes. Everything.”
We just sat there looking at each other. Then David said, “But, I don’t have anything to wear.”
“You’ve worn some of my things.”
“Yea. . . . I guess.”
“We both know that you have. Don’t we?”
“Yea. But . . . ”
“What?”
“But, we shouldn’t share underwear. Should we?”
“No, we shouldn’t. Want to go shopping?”
“Shopping?”
“Sure.”
“For . . . For girls’ things?”
“For clothes.”
“Clothes?”
“Like I said, it’s only clothes.”
“I . . . I guess.”
I knew he was reluctant to go, but I thought that by going shopping for his own things that he’d realize that I was willing to see this part of him.
As we looked through the women’s area of a local store, I could tell that David was very nervous. I took hold of his arm and whispered, “Honey. Relax. We’re just looking for clothes.”
“I know.”, he whispered back, “But, girls’ clothes for me.”
As we walked into the intimate clothing area I whispered, “What size bra do you wear?”
“I . . . I . . . I’m not sure.”
“How do mine fit you?”
“A . . . a little tight.”
“Mine are a 36C, so maybe a 38C?”
“Yea. Maybe.”
“You could try it on.”
“Here!?”
“Sure.”
“No way!”
“All right. We can always bring it back.”
We looked at a number of different bras and I could tell by which ones he liked, by which ones he really spent time looking at. We finally picked a very pretty underwire pushup bra in pink. But, he didn’t have anything to pushup. Then it was off to look at panties and I asked, “So, how do mine fit you?”
“A little tight. But, I like them that way.”
We picked out a few pairs of hi-cut briefs, made out of spandex, in pink.
As we continued to walk through the women’s department I picked up a couple pairs of pantyhose. I’d read that most crossdressers loved to wear nylons as it added to the look and feeling, so I figured that David might like them.
We looked around some more and I asked him what he liked in the way of clothes. He told me that he’s always been attracted to skirt and blouse combinations. He’s only two inches taller then I am and skinny, so I knew that some of my things would fit him. We looked at a number of cute outfits, but didn’t buy anything more than the bra, panties, and pantyhose.
When we were back home, I handed him the packages, and said, “Here. Go try them on.”
“Now?”, he said.
“Sure. We need to see if we need to take them back.”
“Oh. Well, I guess I can.”
“Go on.”
He walked toward our bedroom, stopped at the door, turned, and asked, “Aren’t you coming?”
“You want me too?”
“You’ll know better then I do if they fit right.”
I followed him into our bedroom and he just stood there. I think he was very nervous about putting on the bra and panties in front of me. Finally I asked, “Do you want me to leave?”
“No.”, he replied, “It’s just that no one has ever seen me this way before.”
“Honey. Remember. It’s only clothes.”
“I know.”
He slowly undressed. Then he slipped on a pair of the panties and I asked, “How do they feel?”
“Nice.”, he replied.
“No silly. Do they fit?”
“Yes. They’re perfect.”
“I thought they might be. They’re my size.”
He slowly removed the bra from the bag and looked at me. I smiled and said, “Go on.”
He slipped his arms into the straps, reached behind his back, and fastened the hook and eye fasteners.
“You’ve done this before. Haven’t you?”, I asked.
“Yea.”
“How did you learn to put it on that way?”
“I don’t know. It just seemed the logical way to do it. It took me a little while to figure it out at first. But, it’s the way I’ve always done it.”
“I’m impressed.”
“Impressed?”
“Yea. I know some girls that can’t do it that way.”
“Oh.”
David is skinny so obviously there was nothing to fill the bra cups. So, I asked, “Do you ever put anything in the cups?”
“Sometimes.”
“Like what?”
“Usually socks.”
I walked over to my dresser and retrieved some pantyhose. I handed them to him and said, “Try these.”
He stuffed pantyhose into each of the cups and it looked okay. But, he needed something more.
He looked at me and said, “Well?”
“Not bad.”, I replied, “Put on the pantyhose that we bought and lets see if I have a pair of shoes that will fit you.”
“I though you got those for you?”
“No love. We were shopping for you.”
I watched as he put the pantyhose on. He’d done this before too. While he was putting them on, he said, “I don’t think any of your shoes will fit me.”
“Why?”
“I’ve tried them before and they’re all really too small.”
“Even with nylons on?”
“Yea.”
“I guess we’ll just have to get you a pair of shoes.”
“Now?”
“Whenever you wan to. So, what are you feeling?”
“Strange.”
“Strange?”
“Yea. Standing here in front of you like this.”
“Don’t feel strange. If you like how it feels. Do it. And, it’s not bothering me at all. In fact I kind of like it.”
“You like it?”
“Well. Yea. It’s different seeing your husband in panties, a bra, and pantyhose. I think that I can get use to it as long as you’re comfortable with it.”
“It may take me awhile to get use to dressing in front of someone else, even you.”
“Love. Do what you’re comfortable with.”
Over the next few weeks I noticed that the panties were in the wash every once in awhile. David was doing what I found was called underdresssing. He would wear the panties, bra, and pantyhose under his guy clothes when he was around the house. Sometimes he would stuff the bra, sometimes he wouldn’t.
One Saturday morning after breakfast David said, “Do you think we could get me a pair of shoes.”
“I thought you just got a pair?”
“I did. But, my female side didn’t.”
This was the first time that he had come right out and acknowledged his feminine side. I smiled and said, “Sure. But, are you willing to wear a pair of hose to the store?”
“No. Go out wearing hose. I don’t think so. Why?”
“You need to try the shoes on.”
“Can’t we just bring them home and try them on here?”
“We could, but it would be so much easier to just try them on there.”
“I don’t know.”
“We’ll go to a self service shoe store and if we go now there won’t be many people around.”
“What about the clerks?”
“There is usually only one or two this early and if we tell them we’re just looking they’ll leave us alone.”
David thought about it a little more, and I think that wanting to have a pair of shoes finally out weighed the fear of wearing a pair of pantyhose under his slacks as he said, “I guess no one will see.”
A little while later we were pulling into a local mall that had the biggest women’s shoe store in town. I knew David was a little nervous being out in panties and pantyhose, but he walked into the mall without hesitation. As we walked into the shoe store we were greeted by one of the clerks and I told her that we were just looking. She told us that they were having a sale, buy one pair get the second for half price.
I looked at David and said, “A sale. Maybe I’ll get a pair or two.”
He just gave me a little knowing smile.
As we walked the isles, I could tell that David saw a number of things he liked. He stopped at a pair of really high stiletto heels and I said, “Love. I wouldn’t even wear a pair that high.”
“I know, but they are sexy.”, David said.
“But, not practical.”
We continued looking and I saw a number of cute things. Finally he stopped and looked at a pair of black sling backs with a cork sole and a two and a half inch heel. They were cute, so I said, “Try them on.”
He looked at me and said, “I don’t know if I can.”
“Honey it’s just you, me, two other customers on the other side of the store, and the clerks. No one will see you.”
“I guess.”
“What size do you need?”
“I’m not sure.”
“How tight are my shoes?”
“Very.”
“I wear a seven. Lets see if we can find a nine.”
I looked through the stack of boxes until I found a nine. I had David sit down and take off his shoes and socks. I handed him the shoes, he slipped them on, and stood up. I asked him, “How do they feel?”
“Not as tight as yours.”, he answered, “But, they pinch my toes a little when I stand up.”
“This is the biggest size they have in this style. But, a little pinch never stopped me from getting a pair that I really liked.”
“Some of your shoes pinch?”
“Sure. It goes with being a girl. So, if you really like these you’ll just have to get use to them.”
“I guess I can.”
As he was changing shoes I asked, “Did you see anything else you liked? Remember they’re having a sale.”
“They’ve got a lot of nice things.”
“I know.”
“Yea. Over here.”
David led the way over to where they had some nice clogs. He showed me a cute pair of open toed clogs with a two-inch heel. We found a pair in size nine and he tried them on. As he did, he commented under his breath that they didn’t pinch like the others did.
We paid for the two pairs of shoes and as we walked out of the store he headed toward the mall entrance, and I said, “Where are you going?”
“Home.”, he replied.
“No way. We’re at the mall and I want to look around.”
“I should have guessed.”
We started window shopping. One of the stores had some very cute skirt and blouse sets, and I asked, “Do you like these?”
“They are cute.”
“They are, aren’t they.”, I said. Then I whispered, “Want one?”
“Huh?”
“You can’t always be wearing my clothes when you decide to go farther. You need your own things.”
“Farther?”
“Are you going to stop dressing at just panties and a bra?”
“Ah . . . no. I don’t think so. But, I . . . I don’t know if I’m ready.”
“When you are, we can come back.”
“You really are willing to do this with me, aren’t you?”
“Love. I told you I was. Remember it’s only clothes and if you want to dress in girls’ clothes I don’t really have a problem with it.”
I was actually finding it very interesting that a guy could have such a love of girls’ clothes. We had a light lunch at the food court and then headed home. As we were pulling in the driveway I said, “You know, with those open toed shoes you should get a pedicure.”
“A pedicure. Why?”
“So your feet look nice. I can do it for you.”
“You will.”
“Sure.”
After dinner I asked David, “Are you ready?”
“Ready for what?”
“For your pedicure.”
“Oh that.”
“Yes that.”
“I guess it couldn’t hurt.”
“It won’t. In fact you’ll probably love it. Meet me in the bathroom. I’ll get what I need and be right back.”
I started his pedicure by filing his nails so that they were even. Then I filled a basin with warm water and a foot soak, and had him sit with his feet in the soak for about ten minutes. Then I gently buffed his feet with a soft brush, then massaged in some foot cream. I carefully washed and dried his feet. Then took him to the living room where he could relax.
Once he was comfortable on the sofa, I spent a long time massaging a really nice lotion onto his feet. This really relaxed him. He lay back and closed his eyes. I think he actually he fell asleep. I then worked on his cuticles, and then got a little daring. I put a base coat of polish on his nails, then two coats of pink followed by French tips.
When I was finished, I said, “Honey. I’m all done.”
“Huh. You are?”
“Uh huh. Did you fall asleep?”
“I’m not sure, but it felt really good.”
“Take a look at your feet.”
He looked down at his feet and said, “You painted my nails!”
“Sure.”
“But . . . But someone will see.”
“Who? Me.”
“Well yea. I guess just you.”
“So, how did it feel?”
“Talk about relaxing. Do you do this often?”
“I do my own, so it’s not as relaxing.”
“You should get yours done by someone.”
“That would be nice. You could do them for me.”
“Me?”
“Sure. It’s easy. I’ll teach you.”
He sat there looking at his feet for a few minutes and I finally said, “You should see how they look in the mules.”
“You think?”, he replied.
“Isn’t that why we did them?”
As he got up, he said, “Yea. I’ll be right back.”
David was back in a few minutes. He was wearing a T-shirt over his bra, a pair of shorts, pantyhose, and the mules. His feet looked really good in those shoes. But . . .
“Honey.”, I said, “Your feet look great in those shoes, but we need to do something about the hair on your legs.”
Looking down at his legs he said, “Like what?”
“Shave them.”
“No way!”
“Why not?”
“That someone will see!”
“It’s up to you.”
“I’m going to change.”
“Why?”
“You said that it doesn’t look good.”
“Whoa love. I said it would just look better without the leg hair. But, it’s how you feel about it. Just how are you feeling right now?”
“Good. I love how the shoes look and feel.”
“Then why change.”
This one pedicure session started a regular routine of us doing pedicures for each other. David actually became very good at it and enjoyed having it done to him.
Over the next month or two whenever David felt like it he would change into a bra, panties, nylons, and shoes. It was always an undressing thing, but he would relax. I loved to see him relax. He just seemed to be at ease this way.
One Saturday morning as we were eating breakfast David asked, “Do you really think my legs would look better without hair?”
I looked at him, “Yes. Why?”
“When we first got my shoes, you said that we should do something about my leg hair.”
“They’d would look better and maybe even feel better. Why?”
“I’ve been thinking of doing it.”
“It?”
“Shaving them.”
I smiled and said, “Whenever you want to and I’ll help you.”
“I know you will. Can we do them now?”
“Now?”
“Yea. Before I change my mind.”
“Love. It’s no big deal.”
“For you. I’m a guy.”
“It’s no big deal for you either. I’m the only one that’ll see it. And, if someone does, so what. It’s your body.”
“I know.”
I got up, took his hand, and led him to the bathroom. As we walked into the bathroom I asked, “Do you want to shave them or use a depilatory?”
“Which is better?”, he replied.
“I think the depilatory.”
“Why?”
“When you shave, the hair grows in stubbly and fairly quickly. The depilatory keeps the hair away longer and it grows in softer.”
I carefully covered his legs with the depilatory and we waited the required length of time. I handed him a washcloth and had him get in the shower to wash the cream off. As he was rinsing off the cream he commented, “This is weird.”
“Weird?”, I asked.
“Yea. Watching all the hair come off my legs and go down the drain.”
“Maybe. But, I think you’ll like the final results.”
After he was out of the shower and dry, I carefully rubbed in a good moisturizer. It was very interesting feeling his soft, smooth, legs. I then said, “Why don’t you dress and see how it looks and feels. And, I’ll meet you in the den.”
A few minutes later as he walked into the den I asked, “Well?”
“Well what?”
“How does it look?”
“I’m not sure. But, it sure feels different.”
“Different?”
“The pantyhose just feel so much better. I guess sexier for the lack of a better word.”
“Sexier? Lets see.”
He walked in front of the fireplace so I could get a good look and I couldn’t help but stare. His legs would be the envy of any girl.
He asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Your legs are gorgeous.”
“You’re kidding me?”
“No love. Most girls would kill for a pair of legs like that.”
“Yea. Right.”
As I got up, I said, “Stay right there and don’t move.”
I was back quickly with the digital camera and said, “Take off your shorts.”
“What?”
“Take off your shorts. I want to get a good picture of your legs.”
With a big grin he said, “I’m not that kind of girl.”
“Just take your shorts off.”
He slipped the shorts off and was standing there in his pantyhose, panty, and the mules. I had him try some different poses and took a number of pictures. Then I took his hand and led him to the computer. I down loaded the pictures and started bringing them up on the monitor. When I found the best picture I asked him, “What do you see?”
“My legs.”, he responded.
“Yea. But, if you didn’t know they were yours?”
“I . . . I guess a pair of girls’ legs.”
“Love. If you knew they were a girls’ legs what would you think?”
“Ah . . . I guess how sexy they looked.”
“You guess! Love they are very sexy and in a pair of heels they’d be drop dead gorgeous.”
“If you say so.”
I just had to see how good his legs would look in a pair of heels, I knew mine didn’t fit him, so I said, “I do say so and I also think we need to get you your first pair of real heels.”
We were at the mall a short time later and back to the same shoe store. I think David knew exactly what pair of heels he wanted as he led the way to that part of the store. I was worried it was the pair of five inch stilettos that he had seen the last time we were here, but they weren’t. He stopped at a very pretty pair of red leather open toed platforms. They had a four-inch silver heel, about a half inch front platform, and a double ankle strap. They were cute.
As we walked out of the shoe store, I saw a store across the mall that had something interesting. I said to David, “I know you like wearing shorts around the house. Do you think you’d like a pair of girls’ shorts?”
“Maybe.”, he replied.
“Look at the store across the mall and what’s in the window. Cute?”
He stopped and looked. I saw a little smile start to appear on his face and he whispered, “Cute.”
We walked into the store and started looking at shorts. When we left the store not only did we have a pair of very cute pink girls’ shorts, but a very cute top to go along with it.
When we were back home, he slipped his bra back on and added some nylons for padding. Then he put on the new shorts, top, and the new shoes. When he stood up, he was a little wobbly in the heels and was afraid of falling. I helped him walk into the den and over to the fireplace so that I could take some more pictures. The girls’ shorts were very short and showed off his legs very nicely. I couldn’t get over how down right sexy his legs were. Long. Shapely. To die for. The single strap over the instep showed off his feet and nails. As I was taking pictures, his only comment was, “How do you walk in these shoes?”
“Practice. Practice. Practice.”
“You really like these on me?”
“You know it. They make your legs look fantastic. I wish mine looked that good.”
As we were looking at the pictures that I’d taken, I asked, “How do the shoes feel?”
“It’s weird walking on your toes and the balance takes some getting use to. I do like the feeling and the look. If I can ever get use to walking in them.”
“The more you walk in them, the quicker you’ll get use to them.”
We looked over the pictures. I’d taken some of just his legs and some from the neck down. He really looked cute in the shorts and top. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something just wasn’t right.
Over the following week or two it was fun watching David getting use to walking in the heels. He didn’t try to wear them all the time, but would switch between his three different pairs.
One day when I was home alone, I was looking at the pictures that I’d taken of David in the heels and shorts outfit. I still couldn’t figure out what wasn’t right. Then I started looking at some on-line crossdressing sites. One of the “girls” had some pictures in an almost identical shorts outfit that we had purchased. I brought up the best picture of David in another browser window, so that I could easily switch back and forth between the two.
As I compared the two pictures, I noticed that David’s legs were much prettier and sexier then the other “girls.” Her top showed cleavage and I knew David didn’t have any. I switched back and forth a few times, then it hit me. David didn’t have any hips and the “girl” did. But, how? She was actually a guy just like David. So, I went digging and I found some interesting things.
I found that there were all kinds of things to help make a guy’s body look feminine. There were, of course, breast forms. I’d known about those for a long time. There were hip pads. Butt pads. Padded panties. Tape to help make cleavage. Corsets. Things to hold his parts out of the way. And, something that I couldn’t believe, a fake vagina. I guess some of the “girls” really like to look the part. There was even an article where a full feminine chest was made for an actor and the pictures in the article were amazing. You couldn’t tell where the actor ended and the fake chest began. It looked real.
The more I looked, the more I visualized David with these things. The more I visualized David with these things, the more feminine I saw him and I liked it. Why was I thinking this way? Why did I want David to have a feminine body or at least look like he did? I had no idea and it bothered me.
I went into the kitchen to make a cup of tea and think. I sat and thought about what I’d seen and how I felt about it. I couldn’t come up with any reason that I wanted to see David look feminine, except that it might make him happy. Would it? I didn’t know. Would I like it? I liked the “girls” that I was seeing on-line. But, would I like David looking that way?
When David came home, we had dinner and a typical evening. Saturday morning as usual, David was up before I was. Normally it was the smell of David cooking breakfast that woke me up, but when I looked at the clock it was almost ten. Normally David had breakfast ready about eight.
I got out of bed, tossed on a robe, and headed to the kitchen. As I was going passed the den, I saw David sitting at the computer and it appeared that he was reading something. Had I left one of the sites that I was reading up on the computer? I walked up behind him and saw what he was reading. And, it was one of the articles on creating a feminine look. Had I made a mistake?
He turned around, looked at me, and in a serious way asked, “Why were you looking at this stuff?”
“I was curious.”, I quietly replied.
“Curious about what?”
I told him about comparing his picture with one of the on-line “girls” and what I had noticed. Then what I had found when I looked for information on feminizing a male body.
He looked at me and asked, “Do you want me to do that?”
“Do . . . what?”
“Look like a girl.”
“Only if you’d want to.”
“How would you take it if I’d go to the trouble to look as good as I could? Use all this stuff, get a wig, get my makeup done, and dress completely as a girl.”
“I don’t know.”
“I’d bet you’d freak out.”
“I don’t know. How would you feel?”
“I don’t know either. I might really like it.”
“Like it how?”
“I don’t know. I really like how some of these “girls” look. Maybe I’d like the way I looked and want to stay that way all the time.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I don’t know and I don’t even know if I want to find out. But, it looks like you’d like me too.”
“Honey. I was just curious as to how they can change their bodies to look that good. Don’t be mad.”
“I’m not mad. But, right now I just like to dress in the clothes and it looks like you want me to go further.”
“No honey. I only want what you want. I don’t mean to push things.”
“It’s all right. Really I’m not mad. I just don’t know where this is going. And, I don’t know why you want it to go further.”
“I don’t know either. I just find it interesting that some guys can make themselves look so good as a girl.”
“Do you want me to do that?”
“No. . . . Yes. . . . Maybe. . . . Oh, I don’t know.”
“Honey. It’s all right. I love what we’ve done. I just don’t know how much more I want to do. We’ve been going slow and that’s fine. Maybe one day I’ll want to see what I look like all dolled up. But, not right now.”
“I’m sorry. I was just curious.”
The rest of Saturday went on just like nothing had happened. David even spend the evening dressed in his bra, panties, pantyhose, shorts outfit, and the mules.
The next day we actually went out and bought David some additional girl’s things. More panties. He had actually started wearing panties everyday instead of his boxers. Another bra, and a really cute skirt and blouse outfit, that he just loved and looked good in.
Many small steps.
I fell in love with David in high school and married him right after college. What was it about him that I loved so much? In this chapter: Step by step by step.
At dinner on the following Thursday we were just talking about nothing in particular when he said, “Do you think we could find me a set of forms?”
“Forms?”, I asked.
“Breast forms.”
I was a little surprised with this after what had happened last Saturday, but it appeared that what he’d read had peaked his interest. I said, “Sure. I saw a couple of places on-line that we could order from.”
“Isn’t there any place locally that would have them?”
“Probably. But, why not just order them on-line.”
“I’ve read somewhere that you should get a size that fits you properly. So, I figured that since they are so expensive that we should do it right and go to some place local. If they’ll fit a guy.”
“Do you want me to check for you tomorrow?”
“Would you?”
“You know I will. So, what brought this about?”
“Our talk last Saturday, some of the things I’ve read, and I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind.”
“What are you thinking?”
“That . . . That I eventually want to know what I look like when I’m fully dressed as a girl.”
“How far are we going with it?”
“Just the forms for now.”
“Little steps?”
“Yea.”
Friday I made a number of calls and found some interesting things. There were a number of stores in the area that carried post mastectomy supplies and two of them had no problem fitting a man with a set of forms. One wanted to do it before they opened, but could only do it on Monday. The other was willing to stay late tonight to fit him.
When David came home, he didn’t ask about the phone calls that he’d ask me to make and I didn’t say anything until we were cleaning up after dinner when I said, “Hurry up. We need to get ready.”
“Ready for what?”, he asked.
“To get you fitted.”
“Fitted for what?”
“Your forms.”
“Huh. So soon?”
I could hear the nervousness in his voice and I said, “Sure. The lady said that she’d be happy to fit you tonight. The store is open until eight and if we were there at eight that she’d fit you right after they close.”
“She doesn’t have a problem with it?”
“Not at all. From what she said they have a number of male clients.”
“Really?”
“That’s what she said.”
“And, you’re all right with this?”
“Yes. If it makes you happy.”
“How should I dress?”
“I guess in your regular clothes, but you should take a bra along. But, . . . ”
“But what?”
“We need to do something before we go.”
“What?”
“The lady asked if you had any chest hair and when I told her you did, she suggested that you remove it.”
“No chest hair. Why?”
“She said it would look better.”
“Are you sure?”
“That’s what she said.”
“What do we need to do?”
“I guess either shave your chest or use the depilatory on it.”
I could tell by the look on his face that he was getting really nervous and I said, “Honey. Relax. A lot of guys remove their body hair.”
“And get fitted for breast forms ?”
“Probably more than you think.”
“All right. Lets do this.”, he said as he headed to the bathroom.
I followed him and he did what we do every time we do his legs. He stripped, placed a large towel on the floor, handed me the bottle of depilatory cream, and stood on the towel. I carefully covered his chest down to his hips with the cream and as I was doing it I said, “You know, we might as well do your back too.”
“Why?”
“So it matches.”
“Go on.”
I covered his back, including his cute butt, with more cream and we waited the necessary amount of time. We removed the cream, along with his all of upper body hair, and applied a nice moisturizer. After we’d finished with the moisturizer he said, as he had before, “This really feels weird.”
“Weird?”
“Yea. The feeling of no body hair after all this time. It’s just different. My skin feels so smooth and soft.”
“I know, and I kind of like it.”
“You like it?”
“Yea. I think it’s sexy.”
“Sexy?”
“Un huh. No more ugly body hair.”
I wasn’t sure why I was saying this, other then I really did like what I was seeing.
“So you want me to keep the hair off my chest?”, Davis asked.
“Yea. I think so.”
“So how often will we have to do this?”
“About as often as we do your legs.”
“That often?”
“Yep.”
“Is there any other way?”
“You know there is.”
“What waxing or laser?”
“Or, electrolysis?”
“Expensive aren’t they?”
“A little. Waxing is cheaper.”
“But, painful.”
“It’s not that bad. We’d better get going or we’ll be late.”
Just before eight we were pulling into a strip mall and in front of a store called Bare Basics. I looked over at David and I could tell that his nervousness was really peaking. I reached over, took his hand in mine, and said, “Honey. Relax. From what she told me, they’ve done this many times.”
“I know.”, he said, “But, I haven’t. No one but you knows about this side of me. Now someone else will know.”
“She sounds like a very nice person. Remember she opened this shop to help women that have a problem. So, she likes to help people.”
“I guess you’re right.”
We got out of the car and walked up to the door. It was locked, so I gently knocked. I few seconds later a very pleasant looking middle-aged lady walked up to the door and opened it. She smiled at us and said, “You must be Beth? Come on in.”
As we walked in, I answered, “Yes ma’am. I am.”
As she looked at David she said, “Please call me Linda. And, this is?”
“This is my husband David.”
“Pleased to meet you. And, what are we interested in.”
I looked at David and a little nervously he said, “A set of forms.”
“I see. For you?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Please come with me.”
She relocked the door and we followed her to the back of the store, and into a small room with a dressing table and mirrors. She then asked, “What are we looking for?”
David replied, “I guess something that would be natural on me if I was a girl.”
“What size do you think you might be?”
“I wear a 38C bra.”
“Well, that’s a good place to start. Take off your shirt and let me measure you.”
David removed his shirt and Linda took a couple measurements, then said, “I’ll go and get a couple pairs of forms and while I’m gone put on your bra. You did bring one, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”, David replied.
“Good. I’ll be right back. Oh. Would you like nipples or not?”
David looked at me. I smiled a little and said, “I’d go with the nipples.”
“I guess with nipples.”, David said.
“Good.”, Linda said, “It’ll look better. Be right back.”
After Linda had left, David took his bra out of the bag he had brought it in and put it on. He also commented, “I didn’t realize that they came with and without nipples.”
“Me either.”
Linda was back in a few minutes with six boxes. As she set them down, she said, “I brought three sizes and tried to choose ones that were close to your skin tone. So, lets see how good I did.”
She opened each of the boxes and looked at the contents. Then looked at David. Then took one form out of the box and held it close to him and said, “The color looks good. Lets see what they look like on.”
She carefully placed it into his right bra cup. Then placed the matching one in his left cup. She stood back a little, looked at me, and said, “What do you think honey?”
I took a close look and said, “It is really close to his skin color and the size looks good.”
“Yes. I think the color is perfect for him. With some makeup you couldn’t tell they were forms. Lets try the next size up. It may look better.”
She replaced the set in his bra with another one, and again stood back to take a good look. I was surprised at the difference between the two sizes. This size actually did look better.
Linda said to David, “Honey. Take a look and tell us that you think.”
David looked in the full length mirror. Moved a little to his left and then a little to his right. I could see that little smile of his start to appear on his face. He turned, looked at Linda and me, and said, “I like them, but they’re heavy and cold.”
Linda smiled back at him and said, “Their weight is very close to what breasts actually weigh and they’ll warm up to your body temperature fairly quickly.”
David then asked me, “What do you think?”
I think I was smiling when I said, “I like them and I think you’ll like them better then the nylons.”
“Nylons.”, Linda said, “You’ve used nylons to stuff your bra?”
“Yes.”, David said.
“Honey. You’ll love these so much more.”
“I hope.”
“You will. I’ll guarantee it.”
Linda went on to tell us how to care for the forms and to be sure to store them in their correct boxes. As David was removing the forms and getting dressed, Linda said to me, “I’m glad to see a wife support her husband this way.”
“Thanks.”, I said, “I look at it as just another part of him. It makes him happy and that makes me happy.”
As we were paying the bill Linda said, “You know those forms can be attached.”
“Attached?”, David said.
“Yes.”, Linda said as she placed a couple of cans and a bottle on the counter, “With a medical spray adhesive, and if you glue the edges down you can use makeup and they’ll look like they’re part of you..”
“How do you get them off?”
“Either wait a couple of weeks until the adhesive breaks down or use a remover.”
Without batting an eye, David said, “Might be interesting.”
We thanked Linda for all her help and started home.
As we started driving I said to David, “So, do you really like them?”
“Yes. Feeling the weight and the way they move is very interesting. Are you all right with them?”
I smiled at him and said, “Yes. As long as you are and I know you are.”
We added removing his chest and back hair every time we did his legs. I have to admit that I really do like his body this way. It’s so much softer and nicer to play with. But, it wasn’t fun to use a depilatory on him every few days and after a month and a half of it he asked, “Isn’t there a better way to do this?”
“You know there is. Laser, electrolysis, or waxing.”, I replied.
“Laser and electrolysis are permanent, aren’t they?”
“Yes and expensive.”
“And, waxing hurts?”
“To start with. When I have my legs done I hardly feel it anymore. You kind of get use to it.”
“How long does it last?”
“Usually a few weeks. I get my legs done about every six weeks.”
“Doesn’t it get stubbly between times?”
“Not really. It actually grows back in softer then what it does with the depilatory. I’ve also noticed that over time that it’s grown in thinner and even lighter in color.”
“Really.”
“It’s almost like some of the hairs have been permanently removed.”
“How long does the hair have to be for the wax to work?”
“About a quarter of an inch.”
“So if I want to do this, it’ll be no hair removal for a few weeks.”
“Are you thinking about waxing?”
“Kind of.”
We did stop using the depilatory on him and allowed his hair to grow back in. And, one afternoon as he was walking out the door, I asked him, “Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you?”
“No.”, he replied, “I kind of need to do this by myself.”
I knew he wasn’t sure if he could go through with this or not. I’d set him up with my waxing esthetician and I had told her to be gentle. I knew that he might only be gone a short time. But, when he wasn’t back in an hour, I figured that he was probably going through with the whole body wax.
When he finally walked back in the house, I looked at him and asked, “Well?”
He smiled and asked, “Well what?”
“Did you do it?”
“Yes.”
“How far did you go?”
With a grin, he said, “Come on and I’ll show you.”
I followed him to the bed room and he undressed. He’d done the whole thing, legs, arms, chest, back, butt, and underarms. I just stood there looking at him and shaking my head. He asked, “You don’t like it?”
“No. I like it. You just surprised me by doing so much.”
“It did hurt to start with, but I just gritted my teeth and went through with it. Your girl is good, she made it as easy and quick as she could. And, I think she was having fun. She even wanted to do my eyebrows.”
“Chicken. You went this far. You should have let her finish.”
“The eyebrows?”
“Sure. Pretty, sexy, eyebrows.”
He just shook his head and proceeded to get dressed in his girls’ clothes. As he did, I thought that it was about time that we increased his wardrobe. A shorts outfit, one skirt, and one blouse just isn’t a good wardrobe.
As he was dressing, he also told me that my waxing esthetician had given him some body lotion that would help retard hair growth and had told him that he needed to exfoliate on a regular basis to help prevent ingrown hairs.
That night, in bed, I found out how much I liked his hairless body and I think he also found out how much I liked it.
Visits to my waxing esthetician soon became visits to his waxing esthetician. We’ve also done some serious shopping for more girls’ clothes for him and he now had a very nice wardrobe, not to mention another half dozen pairs of shoes.
One day a package arrived for him. He’d never told me that he was expecting anything and I was curious, but didn’t open it. When he came home, I gave him the package and waited for him to tell me what it was in it. He didn’t, so I finally asked, “What’s in the package?”
“You’ll see after dinner.”, he replied.
“Oh come on.”
“Nope after dinner.”
I looked at him with a fake little pout and headed to the kitchen to speed up dinner. After dinner as we were cleaning up, I said, “All right. Tell.”
“Tell what?”
“What’s in the package?”
“I told you that you’ll see. So, when we’re finished cleaning up, I’ve got to go to the bedroom for a while.”
“Go on. I’ll finish the dishes.”
“You’re that curious?”
“You know I am. Now go.”
He disappeared and I finished the dishes. When I was done, I went into the den to read and waited for David to come back. I figured that he was changing into some of his girls’ clothes, but he was taking longer then he normally did. I finally heard him come into the room and I turned around to look. I could only see him from the waist up and he was wearing a very pretty off the shoulder pink sweater and I didn’t see any bra straps. I knew he didn’t have a strapless bra, but didn’t think anything more about it. He walked further into the room and stood in front of me. Along with the sweater, he was wearing a pair of white shorts and his pair of opened toed sandals. From the neck down he looked like a girl.
He did a slow twirl and asked, “Well?”
“Well what?”, I asked.
“Do I have enough of a feminine figure for you now?”
I looked at him and there seemed to be more to his hips and butt. I asked, “What did you do?”
“Remember the padded panty in the stuff you read about making a feminine look?”
“Yea.”
“Think it helps?”
“Yea. It does. You do have a nice shape and that outfit shows it off.”
“I though it would.”
“You’re not wearing a bra. Are you?”
“No. Remember the adhesive we got.”
I’d almost forgotten about that, but said, “Yea.”
“It’s interesting not wearing a bra and feeling the weight and movement.”, he said and with a grin. Then he added, “I just hope the remover works.”
I looked him over very closely and his shape was almost perfect. I finally got a little smile and said, “It does look good on you. There’s one thing that would make it better.”
“What?”
“A waist cincher.”
“A waist cincher?”
“It would give you a really nice feminine waist.”
“I wondered about those.”
Later that evening as we were getting ready for bed, and David was undressing, I couldn’t help but stare at him. He asked, “Is something wrong?”
“No. I don’t think so.”
“Then why are you staring?”
“Seeing you standing there naked with breasts and a flat front like that is . . . is different.”
“Different?”
“Uh huh. Different. I’m seeing my husband, but . . . he has a feminine body. A very nice feminine body.”
Looking a little concerned as he asked, “Is it too much?”
“No. . . . Not at all. It’s just very interesting seeing your husband with a woman’s body. When I couldn’t see where the forms were attached to your body I was seeing a woman standing there. I knew it was you, but I saw a feminine you.”
“It is too much. Isn’t it?”
“No. Really I actually like it. You look good.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. But, . . . I think you need to go further.”
“Further?”
“You’ve gone this far exploring your feminine side and I think you need go the next step.”
“Next step?”
“To see what you would look like with a wig and makeup.”
“You’re kidding?”
“No. I’ve been watching you and I’ve seen a really feminine side to you when you’re dressed. I’m actually surprised that you haven’t wanted to try makeup and wig before. I really think you’d make a very pretty woman.”
As he walked over to the bed, where I was sitting, I couldn’t take my eyes off his breasts. They looked almost real. They moved like they were real. I wanted to touch them to see if they were real. His breasts! What am I thinking?
He sat down next to me and said, “Do you really think I’d make a pretty woman?”
“Yes.”, I replied, “You have a pretty body. Legs to die for. And, I’d bet with the right wig and proper makeup you would look good.”
“Do you want me to do that?”
“It’s more of, do you want to do it?”
“Maybe it’s more of, do we want me to do it?”
“I like seeing you happy, relaxing, and happy this way. It’s interesting seeing your transformation. Not only in body, but in mind. You become a different person. You almost become the girl that you look like.”
“Can you take me looking like a girl from head to toe?”
“I think. I like what I’m seeing so far. It’s still you. A feminine you, but you. Can you take it?”
“We’ve done a lot over the past few months. I like what’s been happening. I like looking like this, feeling the soft clothes, wearing the heels, feeling feminine. If you’ll help me, I’d like to try the wig and makeup.”
“You know I’ll help you, especially if it makes you happy.”
“No. Makes us happy. I don’t want to do anything that makes you unhappy.”
We hugged and the feeling of his breast pressing against mine was something else. Nothing bad. But, . . .
The following day we started looking on-line at various hair styles. We also tried to pick a color. I thought that with his blue eyes and light complexion that a blond, honey blond, or light brown might look good. He liked the darker colors, like a brunette or auburn. We bantered back and forth on this for a long time before I finally said, “We’re not getting anywhere with this. I think we need a professional’s opinion.”
“A professional. Like who?”, he asked.
“Maybe my hairdresser. He would know what would look good on you.”
“He?”
“You remember Peter. You met him that one time you picked me up.”
“Yea. I remember Peter. Someone else that would know about me. I don’t know.”
“Love. Hairdressers know all the dirt about their customers and if they want to keep them as customers they don’t tell.”
“I guess.”
“I’ll give him a call and see when he can see you.”
The following Saturday at eight in the morning we were walking into the salon where Peter worked. He’d agreed to meet us there before his first appointment. As we walked in, the receptionist greeted us and I told her that I had an appointment with Peter at eight for something special. She called back and Peter came to the front of the shop.
He greeted me with a hug and cheek kiss, and said “Beth. It’s great to see you.”
“Thanks Peter.”, I said, “It’s great seeing you too. This is David, my husband.”
“Oh yes, David. I remember you.”
He gave David the same welcome that he’d given me and I wasn’t too sure how David took it. But, I didn’t see any reaction on David’s face.
Peter then said, “So, it’s David that we’re looking at this morning.”
David looked at me, then glanced at the receptionist. I knew he wasn’t happy with what Peter had said in front of the receptionist.
I quietly said, “Yes. But, lets keep it between us.”
Peter whispered back, “Oh sorry. Mum’s the word.”
We followed Peter back to his work area and he had David sit in his chair. Then Peter asked, “What do you want to do?”
“Well.”, I said, “David’s a crossdresser and we want to find him a good wig, but we can’t settle of a good color for him. He wants something dark and I say something light would look better.”
“A crossdresser!”, Peter said a little excitedly, “That is so wonderful. I’ve got a couple of friends that are transsexuals. A good color. Hmm. Lets see, a good color for him?”
Peter looked closely at David and then said, “I think Beth is right. With your complexion and blue eyes a light color would be best a blond with some highlights.”
Peter then took a book off the shelf and started looking through it. He finally stopped at a page and showed it to me and asked, “How about one of these?”
Peter and I looked at the pictures, then at the same time we both pointed to the same one and said, “This one.”
“Ah.”, David said, “Hello. I’m still here.”
“Oh sorry.” Peter said as he took the book over to David. Then as he showed him the pictures, Peter pointed to one and said, “This color is just you. It’s called Creamsicle. It’s a butterscotch blond with platinum streaked highlights. It’ll bring out the blue in those gorgeous eyes of yours.”
I saw David look at it and the get his cute little smile. He then asked Peter, “How about a style?”
Again Peter stood back and looked at David, then said, “I think a straight cut with feathering just barely to your shoulders and bangs would just frame your face perfectly.”
Then Peter grabbed another book, turned to a page and showed it to David while saying, “She has almost the same facial features that you do. See how the cut frames her face? And, you can change it into other styles fairly easily.”
David said, “I like it.”
David looked at me and said, “Honey. What do you think?”
Peter showed me the book. I loved what I saw and said, “Honey. I think it’d be perfect for you especially in that color.”
David looked at Peter and said, “Can you do it for me?”
“Of course.”, Peter said, “We’ll have you looking perfect. I can have the wig here tomorrow and then we can style it for you.”
“Tomorrow sounds good.”
“Do you want human hair or synthetic?”
“What do you suggest?”
“The human hair. It’s more expensive, but it will look and feel better.”
David looked at me and just said, “Honey?”
“You’re in this for the long hall, aren’t you?”, I replied.
“You know I am.”
“I’d go for the human hair.”
David looked at Peter and with a smile, said, “You heard the lady.”
We thanked Peter and exchanged hugs again. Then as we were leaving we made an appointment for tomorrow at one in the afternoon.
As we started to drive home I asked David, “Now what do you want to do about makeup? ”
“Can you do it?”
“Maybe. But, we’ll need to get you your own makeup to match your eyes and coloring.”
“When can we do that?”
“Right now if you want.”
“Right now?”
“No time like the present.”
“I guess. Where?”
“The mall stores don’t open until ten, but we can stop at the food court and get a cup of coffee.”
“Why the mall and not just a drug store?”
“At the drug store it would be a hit or miss coming up with the right colors for you. At the mall we’ll be able to get it right the first time.”
We sat at the food court until ten then headed for my favorite store and my favorite cosmetics counter. David asked, “Where are we doing this?”
“At a cosmetics counter.”
“Not someone else knowing about me?”
“Love. These girls work on commission and don’t care who they sell to. I’m just hoping that the girl I’ve bought from is there. She’s fantastic.”
As we walked up to the cosmetic counter, I was happy to see the girl, Tammie, that I was hoping to see. She was a very pretty Asian girl and she knew her product line. She spotted me, smiled, and said, “Hello again. What can I help you with?”
“Not me. Him.”
“Oh. Makeup for a man?”
“No. Makeup to make a man look like a woman. Can you do that?”
At first Tammie gave me a quizzical look, then smiled and said, “Yes. It’s fun to do.”
“You’ve done it before?”
“Yes. Many times. The men are more fun to work with then most women.”
“What can you do for him?”
“What do we need?”
“Everything.”
“Are we looking for a day time or evening look?”
“Both.”
I saw her eyes light up as she said, “Come over here and lets have a look.”
We followed her over to a work station and she had David sit in her chair. She looked over his face very carefully, then said, “The first thing you should do is shape your eyebrows, they help frame the eye. I won’t do that, but you can have it done at a beauty salon or do it at home. But, I’d recommend the salon. Let me gather some things and we’ll get started.”
She was back in a short time with a number of things and said, “I’ll only do half of your face so that you can see the difference and we’ll do the day time look first then change that to an evening look.”
She went on to explain everything that she was using and doing starting with a product that helped conceal a lot of things including a man’s beard. David paid very close attention to everything that she was doing.
I watched as the right side of his face slowly transform from masculine too feminine. This girl was working magic on him and had picked the perfect colors for him. She even covered his one eyebrow with a heavy foundation and drew in what she thought would be a good look for him. When she was done, I was amazed at what I was seeing. The right side of his face didn’t look like David. It looked like a girl, a very pretty girl. The smile on David’s face said it all. He liked what he was seeing.
Tammie picked up a digital camera and as she took a couple pictures, she said, “Most of my customers like to have a picture to work from at home.”
David looked at her, smiled, and said, “That would be great. Thanks.”
“Now. Lets see what we can do for an evening look.”
She carefully cleaned off some of the makeup that she had used on his day time look and went to work on an evening look. The biggest difference was around his eyes. She went heavier with the eyeliner and mascara, darkened his eyebrow, and gave his eye a smoky look. She then changed his lipstick from a light shiny pink to a wine red with a darker lip liner and added a little gloss to the lower lip.
When she was done, he turned and looked at me and I could do nothing but stare. She’d made him look like a pretty girl with the day time look, but now he looked not only pretty, but sexy. David asked, “Is it all right?”
“Yea. . . . It’s more than all right. You look fantastic.”
He just smiled.
Tammie said, “He’s an easy one. His bone structure is really good and his skin is very nice.”
Before she removed his makeup, Tammie took another picture. Then as she was removing the makeup, which I think David was reluctant to have her do, she talked about taking care of his face. Using cleanses, moisturizers, and such. She cleansed his whole face, then moisturized it.
I knew Tammie made a nice commission on what she sold us. It felt like we had spent the national debt on makeup.
As we walked to the car I asked David, “So, what did you think?”
“It was interesting.”, he replied, “I loved the pampering. The feel and smell of the makeup, and the looks she had come up with.”
I smiled and said, “So did I. A very pretty girl.”
“Maybe, too pretty?”
“Here’s no such thing. But, we can’t call you David when you look that pretty. Have you ever thought about a feminine name for yourself?”
“No.”
“I guess we need to. Any ideas?”
“Not really. You?”
“Don’t know. Let me think on it.”
As we pulled into the garage, I said, “How about Dana for a feminine name. It’s close to David and it’s short and sweet.”
“Dana.”, David repeated, “Yea. I like that.”
“And, if you need a different last name we’ll just use my maiden name.”
“Dana Wolfe. It’s got a nice sound to it.”
After lunch David asked, “What can we do about my eyebrows?”
“Well.”, I said, “We can do like the makeup girl suggested. Go to a salon and get them waxed.”
“That may be too much all at once. I still have to go to work and school. Maybe do them here and slowly.”
“Slowly.”
“Yea. I read where some people just do a little bit every few days and no one notices the gradual change.”
“We can do that. We can start by just cleaning them up a little and then slowly shape them to what you want.”
That evening we started working on his eyebrows. I started by removing some of the stray hairs, then I carefully trimmed the longer ones. I used the tried and true way of measuring where his eyebrow should start and end, and then remove what was over the bridge of his nose. That cleaned them up a lot.
While I was working, we talked, first about nothing much, then I asked, “Why have you shifted into high gear?”
“High gear?”, he asked.
“Yea. Before you were happy to just underdress in just panties and a bra, but now you want the whole store. What changed?”
“I guess some of the things that I’ve read have opened my eyes. But, most of all I have support.”
“Support?”
“Yea. You. You’re the most important thing in my life. When I told you about my dressing, I was so worried about what you might do. But, you surprised me and I think that you like me to dress as much as I like to do it. You’ve taken me shopping for clothes, to buy a wig, and to see about makeup. Without you I’d never have done those things. You go through this life once and I’m so glad that I’m doing it with you. I love you. I really love you.”
I just sat there and looked at him for a long time, then said, “Honey. I’ve always loved you. This dressing is just a part of you and I love everything about you. Why I like it as much as I do, I haven’t figured out yet. But, it makes you happy and that makes me happy.”
We hugged for a long time, then we shared a deep kiss.
The following day just before one we walked into the salon where Peter works. The receptionist called him and when he came to the waiting area he greeted both of us with a hug and cheek kiss. Then as we were walking back to his work area he said, “You are just going to love this wig. It’s just perfect.”
He had David sit in his chair and put a protective cape on him. He then took the wig out of a box and showed it to us. Peter was right. It was very pretty. Then Peter took a wig cap and placed it on David’s head and carefully tucked all of David’s hair under it. He then carefully placed the wig on David’s head and stood back to look at it. He adjusted it a little, then looked at me and asked, “Is this what you had in mind?”
I couldn’t believe the change that just putting this wig on David made. With just the wig on, he looked like a girl and it wasn’t even styled yet. I said, “Peter that is so cute.”
Peter turned the chair so David cold see himself in a mirror and the look on his face was priceless. He just beamed. Peter, with a smile, said, “It is cute, but wait until I style it. It’ll be cute and sexy.”
Peter then turned the chair so that David couldn’t watch him work and in a loud whisper said, “I want it to be a surprise.”
Peter used bobby pins to pin the wig to the wig cap, and started styling the wig. Half an hour later Peter stood back and took a good look at David’s hair. He used his fingers to fluff it a little and smiled. I looked at David and also smiled. Talk about a cute and sexy look. Peter had out done himself.
David asked, “Can I see?”
Peter turned the chair so that he could and I watched David’s face as he just started to grin, then he said, “Peter it’s fantastic.”
“I know.”, Peter said.
As Peter was removing the wig from David’s head, he told us how to care for it. Then he put the wig on a foam head and into a tall box, and as we were walking to the front of the salon Peter told us that the wig could be restyled if we liked and extensions add if need be.
We thanked Peter for all his hard work, and again the hugs and cheek kisses as we left. Peter asked us to come back sometime when David was completely dressed and show him. I assured him that we would.
As we walked to the car, David said, “Go out dressed?”
“What do you mean?”
“When Peter asked us to come back when I was dressed, you told him we would. I don’t plan on going out.”
“I know. I was just being nice.”
David was quiet on the drive home and after we were home I asked, “Why so quiet?”
He quietly said, “I was just thinking.”
“Care to share?”
“I was just thinking about how feminine I looked with just the wig on.”
“I know. You looked really nice.”
“Yea.”
“Something wrong?”
“No. I’m just wondering why I can look so good as a girl?”
“Lover. Don’t worry about why. Just enjoy that you can do it and like doing it.”
He looked at me, smiled, and said, “I love you.”
“Why?”
“Because you understand me.”
“I do?”
It was two days before David asked me to help him put on the wig. He was fully dressed, breast forms, the padded panty, and had put on a very cute blouse and skirt outfit, along with a pair of three inch heels. I had him sit on the chair at my dressing table and I slipped the wig cap on his head, tucked his hair under it, and carefully placed the wig on his head. I fussed with it for a few seconds and stood back to take a look. Sitting at my dressing table was Dana. David had disappeared.
I said, “Take a look Dana.”
As he turned around to look, he said, “Dana?”
The look on his, or her, face was just precious. It was like someone seeing them self for the first time. He just looked for a long time and then smiled.
I wanted to add some makeup, so I asked, “Can I do something.”
“Sure. Anything.”
“Turn around.”
He turned around and I took a few items from the drawer that we had set aside for his makeup. I didn’t want to do too much. I first used a little mascara to lightly do his eyelashes. Then a little eyebrow pencil. We still had a ways to go with his eyebrows before they were they way he wanted them. Then I carefully outlined his lips with the lip liner that matched his light shiny pink lipstick. Then I added the lipstick. I stood back and looked at him. It needed something. What?
He asked, “Something wrong?”
“Not really.”, I replied, “It just want to try something.”
“What?”
“I’m not sure. But, . . . Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
I ran to the den and went digging through the desk. I found what I wanted and went back to the bedroom. As I walked in, David asked, “What did you get?”
“Do you remember the pair of cheap glasses that I got at the drugstore when I broke mine last year?”
“Yea. The ones you got so that you could read until yours were replaced.”
“I thought that they might add something to your look.”
He looked at me a little questioningly, and said, “But, I don’t wear glasses.”
“I know. But, Dana just might look good in them. Just try them.”
“All right.”
I didn’t want to mess up his hair, so I carefully placed the glasses on David’s face. These glasses were a frameless pair with rectangle lenses, and had a very low magnification to them.
I fell in love with David in high school and married him right after college. What was it about him that I loved so much? In this chapter: To go out or not? And, if so, how far.
After I slipped the glasses on her, I stood back, looked for a few seconds, smiled, and said, “Happy birthday Dana.”
“Happy birthday?”
“Sure. I think Dana was born today. Take a look.”
He slowly turned around and looked in the mirror. The smile on his face was fantastic. He turned back around, looked at me, and said, “You’re . . . You’re right. And, I . . . I can’t believe that I look this good.”
“Believe it lover. You make one fantastically pretty girl. I can’t believe it either.”
He stood up and walked over to the full length mirror, and spent a long time looking at himself. I really loved what I was seeing, David, now Dana, enjoying his new look. He looked happy. Dana was a very pretty, sexy, girl. Those long sexy legs, a curvy body, and now a face to match. My husband looked like a very sexy girl.
He turned, looked at me, and asked, “Is it too much?”
“No lover.”, I responded. “I love the way you look. You’re very pretty, and I’m jealous.”
“Jealous?”
I smiled at him, and said, “Uh huh. Jealous that you can look so good as a girl. You look perfect.” And, I thought, ‘Yea. Good enough to eat.’
“As long as you don’t mind. How hard is it to learn to do makeup?”
“I don’t mind at all. I love seeing this. And, the makeup will just take some lessons and practice.”
“Will you teach me?”
“You know I will.”
Over the next few weeks I spent time teaching David how to properly apply and take off makeup, and it was no surprise that he learned very quickly. He did have problems with the eyeliner, but don’t we all. We also kept working on his eyebrows and they were slowly becoming feminine.
Something I noticed with great interest, was that when he was Dana he tried to be as feminine as possible. There were times that it was too much, but the longer it went on the better he became at being a she.
One day just before Christmas, David and I were walking through one of the local malls and we stopped in a shop that specialized in earrings. We looked at some very nice ones and I said, “You know. You need to get your other ear pierced.”
“Why?”
“So Dana can wear sexy earrings.”
“Won’t having to keep the stud in my right ear until it heels cause people to wonder?”
“Love. Who cares what others think? You’ll love it and I’ll love it.”
“Well, school won’t be a problem, but work may be another issue.”
“So, just tell them it’s your fashion statement. And, I’ll get Dana a couple pairs of really nice earrings for Christmas.”
“Dana gets presents?”
“Why not, as long as she gets me something.”, I said with a sly little smile.
We picked out a pair of small studs and had the girl put one in his right ear. We replaced the diamond stud in his left ear with the other small stud so that they’d match. I looked around at the earrings and saw a number of pairs that would look cute on her. I’d come back by myself.
Christmas came, and after David and I had opened our presents there was only one left under the tree. The one from me to Dana. I asked David, “Aren’t you going to open Dana’s present?”
“No. That’s for her, not me. Besides, she’s coming over later. Isn’t she?”, he said.
“I guess so. When’s she coming?”
“I thought you told her to come over for dinner?”
Playing along, I said, “Oh that’s right.”
David disappeared into the bedroom about two hours before dinner and I went back to working on dinner. I knew Dana would be here to help me before very long.
About an hour after David had disappeared, I heard Dana walk into the kitchen. I turned around and looked. There stood Dana dressed in a very cute dress that showed off her figure. Her nails were done, for the very first time, in a dark red. She had really done a very nice job on her makeup. She was wearing the red stilettos with the ankle straps. And, her hair was flawless. The only thing I could think was, ‘Damn. She is sexy.’
She smiled and asked me, “Is there anything that I can help with?”
“Sure honey. Would you set the table and open a bottle of wine?”
After dinner, and it surprised me how little Dana ate knowing how much David usually ate, we went into the den. I picked up Dana’s present from under the tree and handed it to her. She opened it and smiled as she looked at what I’d gotten her. I’d given her three pairs of earrings. A pair of large hoops, a pair of long dangly diamond ones, and a really fancy pair that looked like fancy lace inside a gold frame.
She thanked me with a big hug and whispered, “I love you.”
She then opened her purse and handed me a very nicely wrapped present. The card said, ‘To my best girlfriend. Love. Dana.’ I unwrapped it and found a long jeweler’s box. I opened the box and found a very pretty gold neckless with two diamonds on it. I looked at her and said, “You shouldn’t have.”
“Yes I should.”
“It’s too much.”
“Not for you.”
Dana took the necklace out of the box and placed it around my neck. As she did, I asked, “What are the two diamonds for?”
“They represent our love for each other.”
I turned around and kissed her full on the lips, this was the first time that I’d ever done this with Dana, and it wasn’t a short kiss. I could taste her lipstick. When we broke the kiss, I blushed and said, “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”, she said with a smile, “We’re still who we’ve always been.”
“I know. But, you look so much like a sexy girl.”
“But, I’m still your husband.”
We then hugged for a long time. I whispered to her, “I love you so much.”
She whispered, “No more than I love you.”
We broke the hug and kissed again.
The rest of the evening was spent sitting in the den talking and sipping a good bottle of wine.
By the time Mach rolled around David was very good at transforming into Dana. He could do her makeup almost as quickly as I could do my own. Her eyebrows were now very feminine and she could make her eyes look fantastic. She was wearing earrings for pierced ears and loved them. Dana was around a lot and it appeared that she was very comfortable with herself. But, this girl needs to stop being a home body. She needed to get out and be seen.
I was looking at some things on line and stumbled across something interesting. I printed it out and set it at David’s place at the dinner table. As he sat down, he saw the printout, and asked, “What’s this?”
“Oh nothing.”, I replied.
“Oh nothing, means something.”
“I just think that someone needs to get out.”
“Who?”
“Dana.”
“Dana?”
“Yes. She’s become a home body. She needs to get out.”
“I’m not ready to do that.”
“Lover. Have you really taken a close look at Dana?”
“Yea.”
“Really?”
“Yea. She’s fine.”
“She’s fine? She’s more than fine. You do a fantastic job of bringing out a very pretty girl. None of the ‘girls’ on-line look any better then you do. Don’t you think she’d like to go out and have some fun?”
“No.”
“Please just read what I’ve printed out and see what she thinks.”
“All right. But, after dinner.”
After dinner we went into the den and I noticed that David didn’t have the printout with him. So, I asked, “Didn’t you forget something?”
“What?”, he replied.
“That printout that you said that you’d read.”
“Oh that.”
“You promised.”
As he got up, he said, “Oh all right.”
He was back with it in a minute or so, sat down, and actually read it. Then he just said, “So?”
“So.”, I replied, “I think Dana would like to go to something like that.”
“A crossdressing and transgender event?”
“I think it would help get her out of the house.”
“She’s happy like she is.”
“She really likes getting all dressed up and then just sitting around the house, either reading or watching television?”
“Sure. She’s comfortable doing that.”
“I remember a few months ago she was comfortable just wearing panties and a bra. Then she started finding herself, clothes, a wig, breast forms, and everything. She even went to a cosmetics counter and I think she had fun. I know she had fun getting her wig. So, she’s comfortable just sitting around the house? I bet she really isn’t.”
“She is. She just likes to stay in.”
“Okay. Forget I said anything.”
It was quiet the rest of the evening. I knew I’d planted a seed of curiosity in his mind. It may take awhile, but it just might bear fruit.
What I had printed out was information about an event in a city about two hours from here that took place over a long weekend, and was geared to the crossdressing and transgendered community. It started Thursday and ended on Sunday. They had a lot of things planned like, seminars on makeup, wigs, voice, fashion, and deportment. There were also parties, a formal dance, and vendors selling all kinds of things. I thought that it might be good for Dana to see how her sisters lived.
Nothing was said about the event for the next few days and I was about to give up on the idea. But, one day after dinner when Dana was around, she asked, “So. You think I need to get out?”
“Yes I do.”, I replied.
“Why?”
“Because you had so much fun getting your wig and looking at cosmetics, not to mention looking at and buying clothes. Dana needs to get out and see the world.”
“But, what if someone figures out who I am?”
“Love. Look at yourself. When Dana is here, David is no where to be seen. It’s all Dana. In fact Dana’s mannerisms have become feminine to a fault and the only thing that would give you away is your voice. You’re a pretty, down right sexy, girl. I don’t know where it comes from, but Dana is all girl. I’ll bet you that no one will figure out that you’re a guy unless you talk.”
“You’re really willing to make a bet?”
“Yes. I’ll bet that no one will figure Dana out unless you tell them.”
“What’s the bet?”
The event was a month and a half away, but the next day I was on-line making our reservations for the event and the hotel. I also called and made appointments for both of us with Peter for early in the afternoon on the Thursday that the event started. I didn’t tell David, but one of the events was a formal dance. Dana didn’t have a formal gown, but I knew there was a vendor that was going to be there that sold them.
In the weeks before the event, David and I went shopping for new clothes for both of us. And, I started working on David driving to the event as Dana. He was reluctant, very reluctant. So, I increased the bet a little.
The Saturday before the event David had a regular visit to the waxing esthetician planned, and I went along for a touch up. I also had something special done.
It appeared that he was starting to actually get excited about going. But, then on Monday, as we were getting into bed, he said, “I don’t know if I can go through with this.”
“With what love? Driving to the event as Dana?”
“That and even going.”
“I though you were excited about this?”
“I was.”
“Was? I thought you really wanted to go.”
“I did. But, I just don’t know if I can go out as Dana.”
“Would you feel better if you went as David and changed there?”
“I’m just having a problem with anyone seeing me as Dana.”
“Love. We’ve been through this. No one will see anything other than a very pretty girl.”
“I know. But, I’ve never been out and we’re going somewhere where there’ll be a lot of people.”
“Yea. And, most of those people are like you, a crossdresser or transgendered. They know how you feel. They’ve all gone through going out for the first time. Tell you what. Lets take Dana for a drive tomorrow evening and we’ll go from there.”
“For a drive. Where?”
“Just around town.”
That night David found out what the something special was that I had done when we were at the waxing esthetician. He loved it and I told him that I’d keep it smooth if he wanted me to.
Tuesday evening David became Dana. Dressing casually in jeans, a nice top, open toed sandals, wig, and light makeup. She, as usual, looked very nice. I loaned her a small denim purse, and told her what to put into, like her wallet, lipstick, a compact, and other things’ a girl would carry.
I just grabbed my purse and car keys, and headed for the garage. Dana followed me without thinking, and I got in the drivers’ side and she got in the passengers’ side of the car. I looked over at her and said, “Now that wasn’t hard, was it?”
“No.”, she said, “But, now that I’m thinking about it I’m nervous as hell.”
“You’ll be fine. Just sit back and relax.”
“I’ll try.”
I pushed the remote to open the garage door, waited for it to open, started the car, and drove out onto the street. I looked over at Dana and she was slouching down in the seat. I said, “Lover. Sit up straight. A girl doesn’t sit that way.”
As she sat up, she said, “She does if she doesn’t want to be seen.”
“Love. Relax. I promise you it’ll be fine.”
We drove around for a little while and ended up downtown. This downtown area is very popular, so I knew there would be a lot of people, especially around the university, and it has a lot of traffic lights and the traffic was always stop and go. As we drove down the street, we ended up stopping at a number of the traffic lights to let pedestrians and traffic cross. A couple of the times that we stopped, I noticed some of the guys look at Dana with more than passing interest. I think she did to, as she said, “People are staring.”
“Sure they are. The guys are looking at you because you are very pretty. But, have you noticed that the women are just glancing and walking on?”
“They are?”
“Yes. Love, get over it, you pass with flying colors. You could be out there walking with them and no one would think of you as anything but a girl. I’d even be willing bet that you’d get hit on.”
“No thanks. I only like girls.”
We drove around a little more and to a small park just off the main street of town. I pulled into a parking place, turned off the car, looked at Dana, and said, “Want to get out?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because someone will read me as a guy.”
“Love. What did I just tell you? There is no way possible.”
As I opened my car door, I said, “Come on. We’ll just walk a little in the park. There aren’t many people here.”
She just sat there and looked at me. I walked to her side of the car, opened her door, and said, “Come on. You can do it. If I thought you could be read we wouldn’t be here.”
“Are you sure?”
“Would I hurt you?”
“No.”
“So, come on.”
Dana slowly got out of the car and as I closed the door she jumped a little. We walked in the park and there was about a dozen or so other people there. As we’d meet another couple out walking, the man would look and the woman would smile. After we’d walked past two or three couples, I said to Dana, “You need to return the smiles from the women. It’s a girl’s thing.”
“I’ll try.”
“You smile all the time at home. It should be easy.”
I watched her some more and she did start to return the smiles. We walked past a couple of guys that were playing catch with a frisbee and they watched us with more than idle interest. I whispered to Dana, “Those guys really liked what they’re seeing.”
“What a guy in a dress?”
“Will you please stop that? You and I know that, but believe me they don’t.”
We walked around a little longer and when we got back to the car, I asked, “Was it that bad?”
“No, I guess not.”, Dana replied.
“See I told you that you could do it.”
I tossed the keys at her and said, “You can drive.”
“In these heels?”
“Get use to it. You’re driving on Thursday.”
As we pulled out of the parking lot, the low fuel light came on. Dana said, “I see you didn’t get gas today.”
“I didn’t have time.”, I replied, “We’d better stop on the way home, because I won’t have time to on the way to work tomorrow.”
She just looked at me and shook her head. A little later we pulled into one of those mega self service gas stations. Dana looked at me and said, “Well. Go pump the gas.”
“No. It’s on your side.”, I said.
She just sat there and looked at me. Finally I said, “Go on. You just have to get out and pump the gas. You don’t even have to go in to pay.”
As she opened her purse, she frowned at me, took out her wallet, and retrieved her bank card. She opened the door, got out, swiped the bank card in the pump and pumped the gas. As she put the nozzle back in the pump, the instruction screen flashed, ‘See attendant to pay.’
Dana looked in the car window at me in panic, and said, “You go in and pay.”
“No.”, I said, “You’re already out there. You go and pay.”
“I can’t.”
“Sure you can. All you have to do is walk in and hand the person the bank card.”
“But, what if they ask me something?”
“The only thing they might ask you is the pump number.”
“Yea.”
“Just say very softly, pump five.”
“I can’t.”
“Love you can. You did great in the park and you’ll do great here.”
She looked at me, took a deep breath, and walked into the station. I watched her through the window. There were a few people inside, but not many, but I did see the guys give her a really good look. There was one person in line in front of her, so she had to stand there for a minute or so. I saw her walk up to the clerk, a woman, and hand her the bank card. I saw the clerk ask her something and her reply.
As she walked back toward the car, she actually had a little smile on her face, and as she got in the car I asked, “Well. Was it that hard?”
“Yes.”, she said, “I almost peed my pants.”
“How did the clerk treat you?”
“Fine. She even said, ‘Thank you ma’am.’”
“See I told you that it would be fine.”
“You’re right as usual.”
Dana drove back toward our house, but didn’t go directly there like I thought she would. I asked her, “Not going home?”
“No. I want to drive past the old mill and see how the renovations are coming.”
It was like she wanted to be out longer. We spent another hour driving around town. As we drove back into the garage I asked Dana, “Well?”
“Well what?”, she asked.
“Was it that bad?”
“Going into the gas station was a major fright. But, when no one looked at me, pointed, and yelled, ‘It’s a guy.’ I guess it wasn’t that bad.”
“I’m glad that you finally see that you pass.”
“Me too. I guess.”
“You guess! Young lady. Get over it right now. You make one very pretty girl.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“In fact, you should have seen how some of the guys at the gas station were looking at you.”
“Maybe I’m glad I didn’t.”
“And, I’ll bet that Peter will be beside himself when he sees you.”
“Peter?”
“Oh. I forgot to tell you that we’re stopping there on Thursday.”
By Thursday morning we had everything packed that we were taking. I’d packed my formal gown without David seeing me. I wanted Dana to buy a gown at the event and to hopefully make it a surprise. I also had gotten her something else as a surprise.
I think David was really looking forward to this weekend. He went through the transformation into Dana just like he usually did and then double checked to see that she had everything that she might need for the weekend.
While we were getting dressed, I had asked, “Are you going to attach your forms?”
“I hadn’t thought about it.”
“You’re going to be Dana all weekend aren’t you?”
“I hadn’t thought about that either. But, I guess I am.”
“I think you should attach them. It’s a girls weekend, so you need to be a girl all weekend.”
“You’re right. Being a girl all weekend will be fun.”
As we left the house for our stop at the beauty salon, Dana was driving and wearing a cute skirt and blouse outfit with her open toed sandals. Her nails and makeup were done. And, Peter was going to do her hair. I’d given her one of my wallets that I had never used, she’d transferred the necessary things from David’s wallet to hers, and she was carrying the denim purse with all the necessary things.
We walked into the beauty shop and I told the receptionist that we both had appointments with Peter. She called him to the front and when he walked in, he greeted me as he usually did with a hug and cheek kiss. Then he looked at Dana, and asked me, “And who is this lovely lady?”
I grinned and replied, “This is Dana Wolfe. Dana this is Peter.”
Dana smiled, put her hand out to Peter in a very feminine way, and said in David’s voice, “It’s nice to see you again Peter.”
Peter took a couple steps back, put both of his hands to his mouth, his eyes got big, and he stammered, “You . . . you can’t be? But, the hair . . . ”
“Oh. But, she is.”, I said.
“I . . . I thought he looked good with just the wig on. But, he’s gorgeous.”
“She is, isn’t she.”
“Dana. Yes. Yes. She is very pretty. Please. Please come on back. I don’t think there’s anything I can do to improve on Dana’s look, but lets see what we can do.”
We followed Peter back to his work area, and he asked, “Who’s first?”
I said, “Dana.”
As Dana got into his chair, Peter just stared, then said, “I don’t know what I can do. She looks perfect.”
Dana said, “A wash and style would be nice. We’re going to the crossdressing event this weekend and we want to look nice.”
“Oh. You are going to knock them dead. My friend’s Tanya and Michelle are going to be there and they will be so jealous of you.”
“Of me?”
“Honey. You are very pretty. If I saw you anywhere I’d think you were a girl and I did until you talked.”
I saw Dana’s face light up with a smile.
Peter asked, “So, a wash and style?”
“Yes.”, Dana replied, “And, an eyebrow wax.”
I just looked at her a little surprised, and thought, ‘An eyebrow wax? They’re thin now and you want them thinner.’
As one of the other beauticians washed my hair, Peter did Dana’s. Then he carefully brushed and combed it into a very pretty style. As Peter was doing my hair, another beautician came in to wax Dana’s eyebrows. She said, “Hi. I’m Amy. Who’s having their eyebrows waxed?”
Dana just raised her hand. Amy looked at Dana’s eyes and asked, “How thin would you like them?”
Dana answered her with, “As thin as my wife’s and with a nice arch.”
Amy got a puzzled look on her face and asked, “Are you a guy?”
“Yes.”
Amy looked at Peter and asked, “Peter. Where do you find these guys that can look so good as girls?”
“I didn’t find this one.”, Peter replied, “She found me.”
Amy looked back at Dana and started to smile. She then said, “You are pretty.”
“Thanks.”, Dana replied.
“So, an eyebrow wax? Ever have one before?”
“No.”
“Well. There’s nothing to it and it’ll only take a minute.”
Amy first looked at my eyebrows, then she leaned Dana back in the chair and moved her tray next to her. I watched as Amy carefully removed the makeup from Dana’s eyebrows, then she applied the wax to her right eyebrow, placed the cloth strip over it, smoothed it out, and then rapidly pulled it off. I saw Dana jump a little, but she didn’t say anything. Then Amy did her left eyebrow in the same way. Amy carefully looked at Dana’s eyebrows and using tweezers she cleaned up any hairs that the waxing had missed.
Amy sat Dana back up and handed her a mirror. Dana carefully looked at her eyebrows, smiled at Amy, and said, “Perfect.”
I asked, “Honey. Can I see?”
Dana turned toward me and I was surprised as to how thin they were. Amy then reapplied the makeup to Dana’s eyebrows. And, her eyes looked really fantastic with the thin eyebrows.
When we were done and walking with Peter back to the front of the salon, he said, “I’ll let Tanya and Michelle know your going to the event and they can watch out for you.”
“Watch out for us?”, I asked.
“It’s your first event like this isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Well, they can show you around, answer question, and stuff like that.”
“How will we know them?”
“Tanya won’t be hard to spot. She’s a tall, pretty, black girl, and with heels on she’s six foot three. Michelle is a fiery red head about Dana’s height and very out going. Don’t worry they’ll find you. And, Beth you’ll like Michelle’s significant other, she’s a real sweetheart.”
“So, Michelle is married?”
“Oh yes. Very married. Michelle is a crossdresser like Dana. Tanya is a pre-op transsexual.”
As we were saying goodbye, we exchanged hugs and cheek kisses with Peter. Then as we walked past the receptionist, I saw her smile as she said to Dana, “Have fun being a girl this weekend.”
After we were in the car and headed to the event, Dana asked, “How did the receptionist know I wasn’t a girl?”
“Honey.”, I said, “It’s a beauty shop. Rumors travel at the speed of light in there.”
“So, everyone knew?”
“Probably. Don’t worry about it. What I want to know is how you’re going to explain the eyebrows at work?”
“I’ll think of something. Maybe that it’s my fashion statement, or that I went to a costume party in drag.”
We passed the three-hour drive that should have been a two-hour drive, listening to music and laughing at the truckers looking at us. I thought that Dana was really starting to relax and get into the spirit of the weekend. She even talked about some of the things she’d like to see and find out about.
An Event To Remember
I fell in love with David in high school and married him right after college. What was it about him that I loved so much? In this chapter: A very big step.
Why had a two-hour drive taken three? We got lost. Dana isn’t a real blond, but like most guys she wouldn’t ask for directions. So, a two-hour drive turned into a three-hour one.
Once we found the hotel, a very nice hotel, we checked in and the bellhop took our luggage and showed us to our room on the eighteenth floor. As I tipped him, he said, “Thank you ma’am. You ladies enjoy your stay and if there is anything you need just call the front desk.”
The view from our room was very nice. It overlooked the water. We unpacked everything and filled up the closet with all the clothes that we had brought. Dana happened to see my evening grown and asked, “Why the evening gown?”
“For the formal dance on Saturday night.”
“Formal dance. I don’t have anything to wear.”
I thought, ‘There goes the surprise.’ as I said, “I know.”
“You know?”
“Don’t worry. One of the vendors is selling formal wear and I figured that it would be more fun to get you a dress here.”
We freshened our makeup and headed down to check in for the event. As we walked out of the elevator, we saw others heading for the convention area of the hotel and followed them. We found a group of girls around what appeared to be a check-in table and we waited our turn. As I walked up to the table, I said, “You should have reservations for Dana Wolfe and Beth MacMillan?”
One of the girls at the table looked up, then back down at a list, and said, “Dana Wolfe and Beth MacMillan. Lets see. Yes here’s Beth, and . . . here’s Dana.” She turned around and picked up two packets and as she handed them to us, she said, “All the information that you need is here, the tickets to the events, and name tags. Please wear the name tags for everything except the dance on Saturday night and you’ll need the tickets for that.”
I took the two packets, handed Dana hers, and said, “Thank you.”
We walked into the hall and looked around. It appeared that there were already a number of girls here, and that most of the vendors were already set up. We found a table, sat, and looked through the packets. We knew most of the things that were happening, except that they had added a fashion show on Friday evening.
Dana, in looking at the name tags noted that ours were different and said, “I wonder what the different colored dots on the name tags are for.”
I looked at them, hers had a red and pink dot, and mine had a red and yellow dot. Then I said, “I’m not sure. But, maybe the pink one says that your one of the girls.”
“You’re right, honey.”, someone said from over my shoulder. I turned and looked. It was a tall, very pretty, black girl. Then she asked, “Are you Dana and Beth?”
“Yes.”, I replied, “And, you’re Tanya.”
“Honey. How did you guess?”
“I didn’t. It’s on your name tag. Besides, Peter said that you were tall and pretty.”
“He always says the sweetest things.” Then looking at Dana she added, “And, girlfriend, what he said about you was an understatement. You are really pretty. Stand up and let me get a good look at you.”
Dana stood up and Tanya looked her over, then said, “Girl. You should have been born this way. But, there’s one thing we need to fix. Come with me.”
Before Dana could say a word, Tanya took her hand and led her toward the vendor’s area. Dana looked over her shoulder at me in a way that said, ‘What the hell is going on!’ I just shrugged my shoulders. They stopped at one of the booths, I couldn’t hear what they were saying or see what they were looking at, but Tanya was very animated. I saw Dana agree to something and then pay for something. Then they headed to another booth that was selling makeup. Again, Tanya was very animated and doing most of the talking as they looked at some makeup. Dana again paid for something. Then Tanya took Dana’s hand again and guided her toward the rest rooms, and they disappeared into the ladies room.
After about fifteen minutes I was about ready to go in and find out what was going on, but they beat me to it. Dana and Tanya came walking out of the ladies room chatting like two girlfriends. As they walked up to where I was sitting, Tanya asked, “Notice anything different about her?”
I looked Dana over and really didn’t see anything, and said, “No. Not really.”
Tanya pulled Dana’s blouse aside a little, then said, “Look close.”
I looked closer. Dana had more cleavage, and I couldn’t see where the forms and her chest came together. I looked at her, smiled, and said, “You’ve hidden the seams.”
“That was the only thing that I saw that wasn’t right with her look. Now, she really looks like a one hundred percent girl.”
“It looks really good.”
“I had to do this until I got my real ones and you get good at doing it. You two have fun. I’ve got things to do.”
Tanya was gone as fast as she had appeared. Dana sat back down and said, “God. Is she something else.”
“I was wondering what she was doing with you.”
“Me too. I didn’t know what she was up to, but when we stopped and bought the adhesive I had an idea.”
“What she did really does look good.”
“I know. Tanya said the makeup is waterproof and should last all weekend.”
“You do know you went into the ladies’ room?”
“I did.”
“You sure did.”
I saw Dana blush for the first time, as she said, “I just followed Tanya. She was just so overwhelming and a take charge type person. It was, get this, get that, do this, do that. I just did it. . . . Oh God.”
“What?”
Dana just put her face in her hands, and I asked again, “Honey. What?”
“I had my blouse and bra off in front of her.”
With a big smile I said, “You little tramp you.”
“No. Seriously. I can’t believe I did that. It was like she was in total control, it was take off your blouse and bra and I’ll fix the seams, and I just did it. I undressed in front of someone else.”
“Did anything bad happen?”
“No. She just did the seams and applied the makeup. But, I was undressed in front of her.”
As I was saying, “Love. I think that she was just trying to help, and from what I’m seeing she did a nice job.” I was really thinking, ‘If she touches my girl again I’ll scratch her eyes out.’
“I know. When I looked in the mirror it looked great. But, . . . “
“Love. Get over it. Women get undressed in front of each other all the time.”
“But, I’m not a woman and she isn’t either.”
“Dana. She’s about as close to being a woman without being one that you can get, and you present so well as a woman that no one except those who know you would know any different.”
Dana just sat there in silence for a few minutes, then she said, “You’re right. She saw something that would help me look better and just went ahead and took care of it.”
“So, have you calmed down?”
“Yes. She also told me what some of the colored dots mean. Pink says you’re one of the girls. Yellow means that you’re the significant other of one of the girls. Red means it’s your first time. Tanya has a pink and black dot on her name tag.”
“A black dot?”
“Yea. She’s been coming forever.”
“Do you want a black dot?”
“I’m not sure yet.”
“You seemed to have hit it off with Tanya.”
“I think so. She seemed nice, but almost too much.”
“Maybe after things get going she’ll calm down.”
“I hope.”
“So, what do you want to do?”
“Maybe have dinner, and then wander around and look at what some of the vendors have. Tanya didn’t even give me time to take a breath.”
We did just that. After a quick dinner in the hotel’s buffet and before the welcoming mixer we wandered the vendors area. There were wigs, makeup, special foundation garments, padding, breast forms, clothes of every description, and shoes. Someone doing nails. Information on surgery. Information on voice training. If it had to do with the transgendered community it was here or at least I thought it was.
After we had finished a quick look at all the vendors, we had about an hour before the mixer started. I asked Dana, “Did you see anything interesting?”
“A few things.”, she said.
“Like what?”
“Some of the clothes. I saw a corset that looked interesting. Some really cool shoes.”
“I saw you take a really good look at the vendor doing nails.”
“Yea.”
“Want to get yours done.”
She looked at me, smiled, and said, “I’d love it.”
We walked over to the vendor that was doing nails and there were only people looking and talking to her. Dana walked up to her and asked, “Could you do my nails?”
“Sure honey.”, the vendor said, “What would you like.”
“I’m . . . I’m not sure.”
“Do you dress full time?”
“No.”
“Then I’d suggest acrylics. They can be removed by soaking in acetone.”
“Okay. How about color or a design.”
“I can do either for you. Did you see something that you liked?”
“I really like the French tips. They’re simple, but elegant.”
“Yes they are.”
I sat there and watched as the vendor worked on Dana’s nails. It took just under two hours and the three of us talked about a number of things. The vendor also answered questions from others that were watching her work. When she was done Dana had a very pretty pair of nails, with French tips, that extended about a half an inch beyond her finger tips.
We quickly ran up to our room and changed. Dana slipped into a cute tea length little black dress, with cap sleeves and an asymmetrical neck line. The shoes she picked were a pair of black open toed sling backs. As she was trying to fasten the buckle on the shoes, she asked, “How can you do anything with nails this long?”
“Just like walking in heels. Practice. Practice. Practice.”, I replied, as I did the buckles for her.
Dana redid her makeup for an evening look, sprayed on a little perfume, grabbed a black purse, and we headed down to the welcoming mixer.
We were fashionably late. As we walked into the ball room, we looked around and saw an interesting mix of people. There were some really sharp looking girls, a few drag queens, heavy makeup and big hair. There were the obvious guys in a dress, but this was part of them and they were comfortable enough with themselves to come to an event like this. There were the ‘significant others’ of the girls. And, there were some guys. Dana whispered, “Why are there guys here?”
“I don’t know honey. But, we can ask Tanya.”, I replied.
“Ask Tanya?”
“She’s already spotted us and is on her way over here with a red headed girl in tow.”
Tanya and the red head walked up to us within seconds and Tanya said to the other girl, “See didn’t I tell you she was pretty?”
“You were right, she is pretty.”, the red head said. Then she looked at us and said, “I’m sorry, Tanya gets carried away and forgets to introduce people. I’m Michelle and you must be Dana and Beth?”
“Yes.”, I answered, “Peter said that you’d be here.”
“I wouldn’t miss one of these for anything. I have someone else that I want you to meet.” Michelle looked around, found who she was looking for, and waved at her.
A woman walked over to us and Michelle introduced us, “Dana and Beth this is my wife Joan. Joan this is the Dana and Beth that Tanya can’t stop talking about.”
I could tell that Tanya was still in high gear as she said, “Why don’t Beth and Joan get acquainted. I want to steal Dana and show her off.”
Dana looked at me in a way that said. ‘Help me.’ But, before I could say anything Tanya and Michelle had Dana in tow and were headed across the ball room towards the bar. Joan said, “Don’t worry. Tanya means well and Michelle will watch out for her.”
“I hope.”, I said, “This is only her second time out and I think she’s still not sure about the whole thing.”
“She’s only been out once before! I don’t believe it. She’s so pretty and acts so natural.”
“I know. When she’s Dana she’s all girl. It just took a long time for me to convince her that she needs to get out and coming here peaked her interest.”
“I’m glad she did. She’ll add a lot and learn a lot. Lets get a drink and I have some people to introduce you to .”
I’d been trying to keep an eye on Dana, but as Joan and I walked towards the bar I lost site of her. Joan spent the rest of the evening introducing me to some interesting people, most were related to one of the girls in one way or another. But, I only got one or two glimpses of Dana until the party was almost over. Joan and I really hit it off.
About one in the morning Dana and Michelle finally found Joan and I sitting with some others, and she said, “I’m glad I found you.”
“What’s wrong honey?”, I asked.
“Nothing. But, I’ve never been introduced to so many people in such a short time. I think Tanya knows everyone here.”
“But, did you have fun?”
“It’s been a lot of fun and everyone’s been so nice. But, I can’t wait to get back to our room and crash.”
Dana was actually bubbly and seemed to be at ease, but tired. We said good night to everyone and headed for our room. As we walked in and I closed the door, Dana turned, wrapped her arms around my neck, and gave me a long, deep, kiss. I held her as tight as I could as I returned the kiss.
When we broke the kiss, I asked, “What was that for?”
“For two things. First because I love you so much and second to thank you for bringing me here.”
“So, you’re happy that we came?”
“Oh yes. Tanya and Michelle were a lot of fun and some of the people that they introduced me to were just great.”
As we got undressed and ready for bed we continued to chat about the evening. I told her about the people that I had met and she filled me in on the ones that she had met. She also told me why there were some guys around. She said, “Michelle told me that some of the crossdressers were gay and that the guys were their boyfriends.”
“I thought most crossdressers were straight?”
“Most are. Some of the drag queens aren’t and a few of the other girls aren’t. She also told me something about the dance on Saturday?”
“What’s that?”
“There may be some guys there that admire crossdressers.”
“Admire crossdressers?”
“Yea. These guys like guys that dress as girls. They won’t have anything to do with them in guy mode, only in girl mode.”
“Are they gay?”
“I don’t think so. Some maybe. But, they just like to hang around with the girls.”
“I don’t know if I want you going to the dance or not.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want some guy hitting on you.”
“Michelle said that they’re harmless and treat the girls like ladies. Buy them drinks, dance with them, and stuff like that.”
“I don’t know.”
“Love. Talk to Michelle and Joan about it.”
“I will.”
I walked over to my suit case and took a nicely wrapped package out of it. I held it behind my back as I walked towards Dana. She looked at me and said, “What are you hiding?”
“Oh nothing.”, I said with a grin.
“Oh yes you are.”
As I brought the package from behind my back and handed it to her, I said, “Just something for a special girl.”
“Something for me?”
“No, silly. It’s for David. Yes, it’s for you. Go on and open it.”
It took her about five seconds to open the package and see what was inside. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a very big hug. Then I said, “Since Dana has never spent the night before, I thought that she should have a new nightgown and panty set to sleep in.”
“Oh I love it. Thank you.”, she said.
We finished getting ready for bed. Dana wore a sleep bra under her new nightgown to protect her forms. But, she looked so cute in the long, dark plum, satin gown that I just couldn’t help but smiled at her. As we crawled into bed we continued to chat about the day. I asked her what she wanted to do tomorrow and when she didn’t answer me, I looked and she was sound asleep.
When I woke up late on Friday morning, Dana was still sound asleep and still looked cute even without her wig. I carefully got out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower. When I was done and came back into the bedroom, Dana was up. She smiled as I said, “Good morning lover.”
“Good morning love.”, she replied.
We exchanged a kiss and I asked, “Did you sleep well?”
“I think it was the best sleep I’ve had in a long time. I really loved the feel of the nightgown.”
“I thought you would. I know you slept well, you fell asleep while we were still talking.”
“I did?”
“Yea. I asked you what you wanted to do today and when you didn’t answer. I looked over and you were sound asleep.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. You had a big day. So, what do you want to do today?”
“Well I need to get a formal for Saturday and there’s a couple of seminars that I’d like to attend.”
“Which ones?”
“The ones on legal issues, voice training, and deportment.”
“You’re going to be busy.”
“I know. So, we’d better get moving. What are you going to do?”
“There was the seminar that deals with the relationship between the transgendered person and their significant other.”
“That might be good.”
“I liked the legal issues one too.”
“Okay. We can do that one together. I also want you to help me pick out a dress.”
We got dressed and then got something to eat. The vendors’ area opened at Noon and we were there to open it.
The vendor that had the formals, had a lot of them and we started looking. It took a while, but Dana was able to pick out three very cute ones. The first one was a very pretty floor length maroon dress with spaghetti straps that had a side slit. She then spotted a strapless knee length dress with a fitted bodice and full skirt in white. And, then a very pretty, but daring, copper colored backless cocktail dress with a halter neckline and a deep v-neck almost to the navel.
The vendor, a girl by the name of Wendy, finally came up and asked, “Can I help you find something?”
“We’re looking for a formal for the dance tomorrow night.”, Dana said.
Dana got the reply that I’d found out that she had gotten a number of times last night, even though her name tag had the pink dot, “You’re not a girl?”
Dana answered her with a smile, “No, I’m not.”
“You sure had me fooled. But, here I guess I should have guessed one of you was a guy. But, you do look very nice.”
“Thank you.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“I’ve never purchased a formal before, so I’m not sure.”
“That copper colored cocktail dress is really cute.”
Dana looked at me, then said, “It might be a little too much for me.”
“The black strapless one is also nice.”
“I don’t know about the strapless one with my forms.”
“That shouldn’t be a problem. I’ve had other girls, with forms, wear a style like that. Would you like to try those three on?”
“I’d love to. Do you have them in my size?”
“I usually bring only larger sizes to this event. As most of the girls are bigger than you. But, I did bring some smaller sizes. Do you know your size?”
“I’m a ten, aren’t I Beth?”
“Yes, honey. A ten.”, I replied.
“A ten. I know I brought that size in a number of styles. Let me check my inventory.”
Wendy was gone for a few minutes, and when she came back she said, “I have two of those that you looked at in a ten. The strapless one and the cocktail dress. The smallest I have the maroon one in is a fourteen and you’d swim in that. Lets see if we can find the others.”
We looked through the racks and came up with the two dresses. Wendy then took us back to an area that had been set up as a dressing room and left us alone. Dana first tried on the strapless dress and she looked cute in it. I said, “That looks cute. But, we’d have to get you a strapless bra.”
“Do you really think it would work with the forms?”
“Wendy thought so and I don’t see why not.”
Then Dana tried on the cocktail dress. As she did, I said, “Honey, you don’t wear a bra with that.”
“No bra?”, she asked.
“You can’t wear a bra with that style.”
“Oh. I didn’t know.”
“Try it. It can’t hurt.” I wasn’t sure about this dress. She seemed to like it. But, I was wondering if it would draw more attention then she’d like.
Dana removed the dress and then her bra, then put the dress back on. She looked at it in the mirror and asked, “How do you keep your breasts covered?”
I smiled and said, “It’s called fashion tape. You put a piece on your breast and it holds the dress in place. You might even need it with the other dress to help hold it up.”
“So, that’s how the stars keep things in place during those fancy award shows.”
“You’ve just learned another fashion trick.”
Dana spent some time looking at herself in the full length mirror. Then she asked me, “Which dress do you like?”
“I like them both.”, I replied, “But, like you said the cocktail dress may be a little too much for you. You do have the body to wear it, but you may be showing more skin than you want to. But, it’s up to you. You’re the one that’ll be wearing it.”
Just then Wendy stuck her head in and asked, “Do you need any help?”
“Maybe.”, Dana replied, “I just can’t decide on which one.”
Wendy walked into the dressing room area and looked Dana over. Then said, “With your body, which I must say looks very feminine, either one works for you. It’s just how comfortable you are showing skin. Lets see the other dress on you.”
Dana took off the cocktail dress and put on the strapless one. I don’t know if she wasn’t thinking or didn’t care, but she was naked from the waist up in front of another stranger. This had really bothered her yesterday with Tanya.
Wendy gave Dana another good look, then said, “If I were you, and if I was comfortable with it, I’d wear the cocktail dress. The color looks great on you, and the way the material hugs your body shows off your curves. And, you’ll see tomorrow night that you aren’t the only one showing skin. Some of these girls like to show off. I see that you’re wearing a really good hip and butt shaper. If you were a real girl, I’d suggest a lower cut panty so that you wouldn’t show your underwear. But, with a little tape we can keep it from happening. Also, I’d go with a shoe with a four-inch heel if you can wear them.”
Dana looked at me in a questioning way. I knew she was looking for some support. So, I said, “Honey. It’s really up to you. A few days ago I had problems getting you out of the house, now your looking at wearing a really reveling dress. If you think you can handle being in front of a lot of people, go for it. If not, the other dress is really cute too.”
Dana stood there looking at herself in the strapless dress, then she looked at Wendy and asked, “Do you have the tape to hold everything in place?”
“Sure.”, Wendy replied, “And, you won’t be the only girl using it tomorrow.”
Dana looked at me, then back at Wendy, and said, “I think I’ll take the cocktail dress.”
Wendy smiled and said, “I think you made a great choice. And, I’m glad you chose that one.”
“You’re glad?”
“I’m looking for one more girl to model for the fashion show tonight. And, this dress would go good with you showing it off. You have a great shape and your height works well with the dress.”
“I . . . I don’t know if I could do that.”
“Remember this is a closed show, so it’ll only be the people that are registered for the event. And, all the models are girls like you and only two have done this before.”
“I know, but I’ve never done anything like this and I’d be up in front of everyone. Can I think about it?”
“Sure. But, I need to know by three o’clock. I also have someone available to demonstrate how to walk the runway. I’ll also give you the dress for cost and I have the perfect pair of shoes to go with it.”
“Okay. Let me think on it and I’ll let you know by three.”
We had Wendy put the dress aside and told her that we’d pick it up by three, one way or the other.
Dana and I walked toward the area where the seminars were going to be held and I asked, “Are you really going to be able to wear that dress to the dance?”
“I think so.”, she replied, “I really loved how I looked in it.”
“I’m still worried. This is really your first time out as Dana and the dress you picked is something I wouldn’t wear. Are you sure you’re ready for it?”
“Maybe. I know that everyone at the dance will be some what like me or know who I am. I guess we’ll know when I put it on and try to walk out the door.”
“What about the fashion show?”
“That’ll take some serious soul searching.”
We attended the legal seminar together and picked up some interesting information. But, I could tell that Dana wasn’t paying that much attention to what was being said. I think she was thinking about the dress, the dance, and the fashion show.
After the legal seminar, Dana went to the one on voice and I went to get a cup of coffee. I ran into Michelle and Joan on the way to the coffee shop and we sat together. I told them about the dress and the fashion show. Michelle was all excited for Dana, and said, “I’m out to the world and I don’t think I could do that.”
“I don’t know if she can either.”, I said, “She’s always been a little introverted and it’s just not her.”
“Maybe it’s her male side that’s introverted and her feminine side is actually extroverted.”, Joan said, “Michelle told me that once Dana relaxed last night she was a very outgoing young lady.”
“Really?”
“Yes she was.”, Michelle said, “She was open and enjoyed meeting everyone.”
We continued talking until I saw Dana walk into the coffee shop. As she walked up to us, she said, “I figured this is where I’d find you. Hi Michelle. Hi Joan.”
Both Joan and Michelle said together, “Hi Dana. Join us.”
Dana sat down and I noticed that she had a CD in her hand, so I asked, “Honey. What’s the CD?”
“Oh.”, she said, “It’s on voice training. The girl that did the seminar has a fantastic girls’ voice. But, she said the voice is only a small part of being a girl. Most of it’s in attitude.”
“Girlfriend.”, Michelle said, “You already have the attitude.”
I saw Dana smile at Michelle and then look at her watch as she said, “It’s almost three and I promised that I’d tell someone something by then.”
Michelle smiled and said, “Beth told us about the dress and fashion show.”
Looking at me, Dana said, “No secrets around here.”
“Sorry love.”, I said.
Michelle asked, “Want some company?”
“Sure.”, Dana said, “Come on.”
Dana and Michelle walked off toward the vendors’ area. I looked at Joan and said, “Well. I wonder what she decided?”
“I guess we’ll find out in a little bit.”
About twenty minutes later Dana and Michelle walked back into the coffee shop. Dana was carrying the cocktail dress and a pair of shoes. The shoes were really cute. They were a pair of silver strappy sling backs with rhinestones on the straps and heels that looked to be about four-inches.
I looked at Dana and said, “You’re doing the fashion show. Aren’t you?”
She smiled at me and said, “Yes.”
I just shook my head and said, “Girl. I don’t know about you any more.”
“I’m still me.”
“Are you?”
“What do you mean?”
“What’s happened to my shy little girl?”
“She’s still here.”
“In that dress she can’t be shy.”
“I know, but I’m among friends here.”
“True. But, what’s going to happen when we get home?”
“I don’t know. Maybe nothing. Maybe I’ll go back to being my shy old self.”
Michelle looked at Dana and said, “Don’t bet on it girlfriend. I use to be shy until I started getting out. Now look at me.”
Dana looked at Joan and asked, “She use to be shy?”
“You bet she did.”, Joan said, “She use to get all dolled up and just sit around the house. Until one day she found out that a friend of ours was just like her, a crossdresser, and that friend was involved with a support group. When Michelle finally got up the courage to tell the friend, the friend got her to go to the support group meetings, and you can see the results. One very self-assured girl, who loves to go out.”
“So, you’re saying that I’ll be that way?”
“Not necessarily. Each of us is different in our own way.”, Michelle replied, “You may still be shy when you get back home around people who know you. You may not want anyone there to know Dana. So, you remain a home body. Or, you come out just a little. Go to the local support group meetings. Maybe go out once in awhile to places away from home. Or, you come out a lot. Don’t care who knows about you and become an outspoken advocate for the transgendered community. Or anywhere in-between.”
Dana sat there looking at Michelle, but I knew she was in deep thought. Then she said, “That kind of scares me.”
“Why honey?”, I asked.
“I don’t know. I’m beginning to find out who I am. I don’t know where it’s going, or who I want to find out about it.”
“I think it’ll go where you want it to go. You can control your own destiny where this is concerned.”
“Can I?”
“Dana.”, Joan said, “I was scarred for Michelle when she first decided to become as active as she is. But, we took a don’t tell, don’t ask attitude with our friends and family, and it’s worked well. There are some who know, some of them understand and some don’t. We also found out who are friends really are. We have a few less old friends and more new friends. Michelle even came out to her boss and he was fine with it.”
“I guess maybe I’m getting too concerned with this.”
“Girlfriend.”, Michelle said, “Have fun with it. Do it one day at a time. You agreed to model that dress tonight. You did that because you wanted to. It’ll be a fun thing. Go, do it, and just have fun with it. Just be the best model you can be. It’s a very sexy dress, so be a very sexy model.”
Dana smiled, looked at me, and said, “She right. This is going to be fun, and I’m going to stop worrying about things and enjoy this weekend to it’s fullest. I feel that I’m among friends.”
I smiled back at Dana, and said, “Honey. Have fun. I know I am.”
We went back to our room to kick back for a little while, then we met Michelle, Joan, and Tanya for dinner. Tanya was beside herself when she heard about Dana and the dress she was going model tonight.
The fashion show was scheduled for eight and Dana had to be there at seven. So, a little before seven Dana left our room with her dress and shoes. As she was leaving, I said, “Lover. You’ll be perfect. Just relax and be yourself.” And, I gave her a long kiss.
Dana smiled and said, “Thanks. You love kissing me when I look like this don’t you?”
“I love kissing you no matter how you look. Now, get going or you’ll be late.”
The fashion show almost started on time. I had found Michelle, Joan, and Tanya, and they had saved a seat for me right down front.
We watched the girls model a number of pretty things. Some of them walked like guys and some like girls, but they all did a great job, showed off some pretty clothes, and had fun. Dana was the next to the last one on the program. When she came out on the runway, I couldn’t help but smile. Her makeup was a gorgeous evening look and they’d changed her hair style a little.
Joan leaned over and whispered to me, “She looks so good. Are you really sure that she’s your husband?”
“As sure as I can be.”, I whispered back.
The announcer had fun with her, as he described the dress, “And, here we have Dana. A very sexy girl in an equally sexy dress. This captivating copper cocktail dress will turn every head as she walks into her next formal occasion. This alluring cocktail dress is made from a soft, silky material that hugs Dana’s every curve to emphasize her shape. The halter neckline holds up a revealing and yet appropriate bodice with a deep v-neck to her stomach. The gorgeous fitted bodice is held together with strips of dazzling, eye-catching rhinestones. Fitted through the hips, the gown flares out slightly from the knees to the floor. This beautiful backless gown even features a small train in the back.”
Dana walked to the end of the runway just like I’ve seen real models do. The dress really did cling to her, it looked like it was form fitted to her. And, how she handled the four-inch heels I’ll never know, but they looked fantastic on her. She posed in a number of different ways, then walked back up the runway. And, her walk was down right sexy.
I know the four of us were clapping and cheering for her, and I think everyone else was too.
After the last girl modeled a very pretty wedding dress, all the models came back out on the runway and took a bow. Everyone got a big round of applause.
We were standing around afterwards waiting for Dana and Tanya said, “She was so professional on that runway, I thought she could be a real model.”
“No way do I want to do that all the time.”, Dana said as she walked up to us, “It was harder then I thought it would be.”
I gave her a big hug and whispered, “You really looked fantastic.”
“I felt that way too.”, she whispered back.
Everyone gave her a big hug and we went to the hotel bar. The announcer was right, everyone was looking at her when we walked into the bar. Michelle bought a round of drinks for the five of us. Dana and I both decided on a glass of wine.
Tanya just kept looking at Dana, until Dana said, “Tanya. Is something wrong?”
“Oh. Ah. No. Why?”
“You just keep staring.”
“I’m sorry. You’re just so pretty that it’s hard to keep my eyes off of you.”
“That’s okay.”
I guess I’m jealous, because I though, ‘No it’s not okay. She’s my girl and you’d better not hit on her.”
We sat there and talked about the fashion show and some of the gorgeous gowns we saw. Dana’s one comment was, “I would have loved to have worn the wedding gown.”
Michelle smiled at her and said, “The underwear is even better.”
“You’ve worn one?”
“You bet. It was fun.”
“I’m jealous.”
“Your turn will come.”
As we sat there, a number of the girls that were at the fashion show came up and told Dana how pretty she looked. Even some of the real girls stopped by and talked to her. One of the girls commented to her on how brave she was to get up in front of everyone in such a sexy, skimpy, dress.
Dana replied, “It was fun and easy. And, I’d do it again in a heart beat.”
I looked at her and said, “Oh, really.”
“Yes really. I loved it.”
“You’re crazy.”
“I know.”
We left the bar at one in the morning and agreed to meet for lunch at Noon. As we walked into our room, Dana again turned and kissed me. A deep kiss. When we broke the kiss, I looked into her pretty blue eyes and said, “You are unbelievable.”
“Why?”
“Just doing some of the things you’ve done the past few days. Dana is so different then David.”
“Who’s David?”
“I hope he’s not gone.”
“Oh, he’s around somewhere.”
“He’d better be. I still need him.”
“You do?”
“Yea. You’re a different person when you’re Dana.”
“A different person?”
“You’re more out going, David would never get up in front of people that way. You easily talk to people and you’re more animated. You use your hands and body when you talk. It’s been interesting to watch.”
“Am I going overboard?”
“No love. It’s cute. Feminine. I love seeing you this way.”
As Dana slipped out of the dress, I noticed how it was taped and Wendy had been ingenious in some of the things she’d done. I also saw something else and asked, “A garter belt and nylons?”
With a little smile Dana said, “Wendy thought that it would go better with the dress then the pantyhose.”
“But, no one could see them.”
With a sly smile, she said, “But, I could feel them.”
“I see. It made you feel even more feminine. Didn’t it?”
She just smiled more. We finished getting ready for bed and both of us were asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillow.
A Formal Dance to Remember. Maybe.
I fell in love with David in high school and married him right after college. What was it about him that I loved so much? In this chapter: To dance with him or not?
On Saturday morning as we were getting dressed, Dana said, “My glasses!”
“What about them honey?”, I asked.
“I took them off for the fashion show and left them where I changed.”
“Don’t worry we’ll find them.”
“I hope. They’re part of Dana.”
“But, you still look good without them.”
We finished dressing and headed to where the girls had changed for the fashion show. As we walked into the room, a completely empty room, I could see the look on Dana’s face change to one of concern as she said, “They’ve cleaned up the room. There’s nothing left here.”
“Lets check with Wendy and the front desk. You find Wendy and I’ll go to the front desk.”
The people at the front desk checked their lost and found, and no glasses. They also checked with the cleaning people and no one had seen or pickup any glasses in that room. I gave them our room number just incase anyone turned them in.
I walked back toward the vendors area looking for Dana. When I saw her, I could tell she hadn’t had any luck either. As we walked up to each other, she asked, “Any luck?”
“No.”, I replied, “I left our room number with them in case someone turns in a pair.”
“Wendy said that the hotel people had cleaned up in there last night and she didn’t see any glasses when she cleaned up her things.”
“We’ll just get you a new pair. Didn’t one of the vendors have glasses?”
“Yes. The one that had all the wigs.”
The five of us had decided to have lunch together and spend the afternoon shopping in town. So, we met Michelle and Joan for lunch at noon. Tanya was supposed to be here too, but no one had seen her since the fashion show. We told the girls about Dana losing her glasses, and Joan said, “That’s what’s different. Do you need them?”
“No.”, Dana said, “Beth added them one day when we were playing with my look and they just added a great touch.”
After lunch we walked into the vendor’s area and over to the vendor that was selling wigs. Dana was right. She did have a number of pairs of glasses on a display with plane lenses. Dana started looking through them. I saw her hesitate every once in awhile and look closer at a pair. Finally she picked up a pair and put them on and looked in a mirror, then turned to us, and ask, “How about these?”
Joan, Michelle, and I said in unison, “No.”
She put them back and chose a second pair. Those didn’t work either. The third pair she tried, a pair with rectangular lenses and thin black frames, did something. Michelle looked at her and said, “Those are great. I don’t know what it is, but those work.”
Joan in a loud whisper, so that Dana could hear, said, “Don’t tell her, but those makes her look sophisticated.”
Dana smiled and said, “Sophisticated. I’ll take ‘em.”
It was then off downtown to do some shopping. This town had a rejuvenated downtown shopping district that was full of small speciality shops. It was a nice day and only a short walk.
These shops really got Dana’s attention. There were clothing shops specializing in everything from underwear to top of the line designer dresses. One of these shops had some drop dead gorgeous wedding gowns and that really caught her attention. She went in and it took us almost an hour to get her out.
Another shop specialized in earrings. We had brought a good selection of earrings with us, but a girl never has enough. So, we started looking for a new pair for Dana. We found the perfect pair, they were twisted hoops and they looked great on her.
Before we were done, along with the new earrings, Dana had a new skirt, and I had a new top. But, Michelle and Joan out did both of us. When we were back to the hotel, we found that Tanya had been arrested. Which I’m sorry to say didn’t make me unhappy. There was something that told me that she had more than a passing interest in Dana. We didn’t find out until later that Tanya’s arrest had something to do with prostitution and that a couple of the other girls had been arrested too.
After dinner Dana and I went to our room to get ready for the dance. She took a long hot shower and when she came out of the bathroom she was in a minor panic and said, “The makeup is coming off my boobs.”
“Young lady!”, I said, “You don’t have boobs. You have breasts.”
“Whatever. The makeup is coming off and you can see the seams.”
“Take it easy. It’s not a big deal. We’ll fix it.”
“It is a big deal!” And, she started to cry.
I held her and tried to calm her down. It took a little while for her to stop crying and settle down. I was finally able to ask her, “Honey. What’s wrong?”
“I . . . I don’t know. I just felt so sad all of a sudden.”
“Why? ”
“I don’t know. I was feeling so good, out shopping and everything, then I saw the makeup coming off my breasts and I just felt so sad,”
“It’ll be fine. We’ll fix it.”
I went and found the adhesive and makeup that Tanya had originally used on the seams. I had Dana sit on the counter in the bathroom and I carefully removed all the makeup and cleaned the forms and her skin very carefully. I checked the edges of the forms to be sure they were still firmly attached and they were. Then I carefully reapplied the makeup to the seam between the forms and her chest. This is a heavy makeup, and it took a little while to apply and smooth out properly with a sponge, but I think I did a good job.
Dana jumped off the counter and checked out my makeup job in the mirror, as she turned back around I finally saw a smile, and she said, “Thanks. It looks really good.”
“I figured we could fix it. In fact I think it looks better then the job Tanya did.”
“You took longer.”
“And, it worked out better.”
“Thank you. I love you.”
“I love you too. But, please don’t get so upset about little things. We can always fix them together.”
She just smiled at me. I left her to finish her hair and makeup. Besides I had to get ready too.
When she came out of the bathroom, she looked fantastic. Her makeup was just perfect for a formal dance, her hair was done to perfection, and the new earrings looked great. She was basically naked except for the padded pantie. There was a pretty girl standing there, but I knew my husband was somewhere underneath it all, but I couldn’t help look at him as anything else but a girl. A sexy girl.
I also made a mental note that Dana had more to learn about being a girl. Modesty. Even in front of close friends.
She put on the garter belt, sat down, and rolled the nylons up her sexy legs. She saw me watching her and asked, “Something wrong?”
“No.”, I replied, “It’s that you looked so sexy doing that. Do you like the nylons better then the panty hose?”
“I think so. They just make me feel sexy. I love the pull on the garter belt when I walk or move.”
Her shoes, the silver ones with the four-inch heels, were next. She had learned to work with the longer finger nails and didn’t have any problem buckling the ankle straps. She stood up and walked across the room in those four-inch heels without a problem. I couldn’t take my eyes off her cute little butt.
She took her dress off the hanger and carefully put it on. I looked at her and said, “You are so sexy.”
“I am?”, she asked.
“You know you are.”
She grinned and said. “Help me with the tape so I don’t fall out of this thing.”
She told me how they had used the fashion tape last night to hold the dress in place and make it look like it hugged her curves. I carefully applied the tape as she watched and directed, and when I was done she looked as good as she did last night.
She helped me by zipping up my dress, which was a really nice dress, but next to hers was nothing. I looked at her and said, “I look like the poor sister.”
It was her turn, “Listen girlfriend. You look great, as always. And, if I was a guy, I would be very proud to be seen with you anywhere.”
“You are a guy. Aren’t you?”
“Am I? How many guys do you know that can look this good as a girl?”
“Oh. After this weekend, a few.”
“A few?”
“Yea. Michelle, you, and a few others.”
“All kidding aside. You do look great and I want to spend the whole evening with you and only you.”
I smiled at her and said, “Here or at the dance?”
With a sly grin she replied, “Both.”
It was about eight when we went to walk out the door of our room. There was no hesitation from Dana, she walked out of the door like she’d been wearing dresses like this all her life. As we were waiting for the elevator I said, “You didn’t even hesitate walking out here in that dress.”
She looked at me, smiled, and just said, “I just feels so right. Besides, everyone’s seen me in it and loved it.”
We took the elevator to the lobby and it was fun seeing everyone in the lobby give Dana the once over as we walked toward the ball room. I think she got a real kick out of it too.
We walked into the ball room and there were a lot of people already there. So many that it made it hard to find anyone that you were looking for. Luckily we had made prior arrangements with Michelle and Joan on a place to meet. They had arrived before we did and had saved us places to sit.
There was a fairly good local band playing for the dance and they were already playing some great music. When the first slow songs started, I said, “I’ve never asked before, but Dana can I have this dance.”
She looked at me, smiled, and said, “Yes.”
I got up, offered her my hand, she took it, and I helped her up. Then I escorted her to the dance floor. As we started to dance, we had two problems, she’s taller then I am and I don’t know how to lead. We solved the leading problem fairly quickly and would just have to live with the other.
We danced this dance and one more then made our way back to the table. Michelle and Joan had ordered a bottle of wine with four glasses, so we sat for awhile and sipped wine. A very nice wine.
Dana asked Michelle, “I’m seeing more guys here tonight. Are these the guys that have a thing for crossdressers?”
“Yea.”, Michelle answered, “They’re basically harmless. They just like to be around guys that look good as girls. They’ll ask you to dance, buy you a drink, and treat you like a lady. If you don’t want to be bothered just tell them that you’re not interested. Besides it cost them a bundle to get in here tonight.”
We continued to dance off and on for the next hour or so. The four of us just switched around and had a good time. It was interesting just dancing with women.
When the band took a break, one of the waitresses walked up with another bottle of wine, a very expensive one, and offered it to Dana. Dana looked at the waitress and said, “I didn’t order that.”
“No ma’am.”, she said pointing toward the bar, “It’s from the gentleman over there.”
We looked at the bar and a very hansom, middle aged, gentleman lifted his glass. Dana whispered to Michelle, “Should I accept it?”
“If you do, he’ll expect a dance or two, and conversation.”, she whispered back.
Dana looked at me. I had a bad feeling about this, but I said, “It’s up to you sweetheart.”
Dana thought for a few seconds, looked at the man, offered her glass to the waitress, and she filled Dana’s glass. Dana sipped the wine and lifted her glass to the man. I saw him smile at her and start walking toward us. I could also feel something inside me not liking this at all.
As he walked up, he looked at Dana and said, “Hello. I’m Ben. Ben Peterson. I’ve been watching you and just had to see if you’d have a dance with me.”
Dana looked up at him and said, “You do know that I’m not what I appear to be?”
“Yes my dear. I do.”
“As long as you know. And, thank you for the bottle of wine.”
“It’s my pleasure.”
Just then the band was back from their break. Mr. Peterson offered his hand to Dana, and said, “Care to join me on the dance floor.”
Dana looked at me. I raised one eyebrow, as I wasn’t sure about this. But, she took his hand, stood, and followed him to the dance floor. I think Joan saw the concern on my face, as she said, “She’ll be fine. Michelle has done this and still does. I think it’s part of feeling feminine, dancing with a real guy.”
“I just don’t feel good about it.”, I replied.
“Nothing will happen. We’ll keep an eye on her.”
We watched as Dana danced with Mr. Peterson. Not one dance or two, but three. He was doing most of the talking. After the third dance they walked over to the bar and he bought her a drink, and then a second. They stood there for a long time talking. I looked away for a second, then I heard Michelle say, “Oh my God!”
“What!?”, I asked.
“Dana just slapped him and it was hard.”
I looked over and saw Dana running toward us and she was crying. I got up and met her. Her arms wrapped around me and I held her. Finally I whispered, “Honey. What happened?”
“He came onto me big time. I told him that I didn’t do the things he wanted me to do. But, he kept pushing. When he tried to kiss me, I slapped him.”
Michelle and Joan had overheard the whole thing. Joan helped me take Dana to the ladies’ room, and the last I saw of Michelle she was heading toward the bar.
Fifteen minutes later we had Dana calmed down and Michelle had joined us in the restroom. I asked her, “Where did you go?”
“I had to do something about that guy.”, Michelle replied.
“What did you do!?”
“I found a couple members of the committee that hosts this thing, told them what had happened, and we confronted the guy. The cop that’s doing security was with us.”
“So, what happened?”
“The cop said that we couldn’t do anything unless Dana wanted to press charges for assault. But, the committee did ban this guy from the event for life. They took his picture, got his real name, and told him that the information was going to be passed around to other transgendered events.
“Then the guy got upset and said what about the others. We asked what others? And, he said that about eight other guys had drawn straws to see who’d get the first shot at Dana and that he’d won.
“He pointed out the group of guys and the cop talked to them and asked them all to leave.”
“They . . . They drew straws?”, Dana asked.
“They did. The committee chairwoman told me that they had never had this problem before and she was thinking of banning all the admirers from the event.”
“He . . . He was so nice. He told me about himself. How nice I looked and smelled.. I . . . I feel used.” And, the tears started again.
“Honey.”, I said, “It’ll be all right. You’re with friends. We won’t let anything happen to you.”
Michelle actually held her until she calmed down. Just then the committee chairwoman and one of the committee members walked into the restroom. They looked at Dana and the chairwoman said, “Dana, my dear. I’m so sorry that this happened to you. Is there anything we can do?”
“No.”, Dana said, “I’ll be fine as long as he’s gone.”
“He is and he won’t be back.”
“Good.”
The committee member said, “Some of these guys think they can get away with anything because the girls won’t press charges because they’re afraid of outing themselves. So, they push it as far as they can. We really are sorry that this happened and we would really love to have you come back next year. So, we want you and your partner to come back next year as our guest, hotel room and all.”
“I don’t know right now. I’m still shaking, but everyone is being so nice.”
“Honey.”, I said, “Why don’t we go back out and pick up where we left off. It just might help you.”
“It might.”
Dana rinsed off her face, fixed her makeup, and walked back out into the ball room with an entourage. It amazed me how many people smiled at her, said nice things, and were just supportive.
We went back to our table. One of the waitresses came over and asked if she could get us anything. Dana looked at the bottle of wine that the guy had bought her and said, “First thing. Get rid of that bottle. And, please bring us another one.”
“Yes ma’am.”, the waitress said as she picked up the bottle and walked away.
The chairwoman said, “The new bottle is on us. Please stay and enjoy the rest of the dance?”
“If I can stop shaking, we might.”, Dana said
“Just let me know if you need anything.”
“Thank you.”
We sat there for a while sipping wine. I finally asked Dana, “Would you like to dance?”
“Yes.”, she said, “But, would you mind if I danced with Michelle first?”
“Of course not honey.”
Dana got up, offered her hand to Michelle, and they walked to the dance floor hand in hand. As they danced, I could tell that they were having a deep conversation. Joan said, “It looks like our two girls are discussing their feelings about this.”
“It does. Maybe she’ll share everything with me later.”
“Don’t be surprised if she doesn’t.”
“Why?”
“Michelle has had some things happen to her. I know a little bit about them, but she’s never told me everything.”
“Really?”
“I don’t know why. It hurt at first that she wouldn’t share. But, I’ve learned that there are just some things that she won’t share.”
Dana and Michelle danced two dances, then they came back to the table. Dana offered me her hand, and led me to the dance floor. As we danced, I asked her if she and Michelle had a nice chat. She said, “I just needed to talk to her and it helped a lot.”
“Care to share?”
“Maybe some day.” And, she held me closer.
We danced two dances and then went back to our table. There was another bottle of wine on the table. I know neither Dana nor I had ever had this much to drink before, but I think it helped her relax. We stayed until the last song, and yes it was “Auld Lang Sine” and we sang along. The committee chairwoman got up on stage and thanked everyone for coming, and asked everyone to come to the farewell brunch on Sunday morning.
The past few days we had met some wonderful people. Michelle and Joan for sure, but many others. And, I actually did feel sorry for Tanya. She was nice, but had made a wrong decision. Both Dana and I wanted to stay in touch with Michelle and Joan, so we exchanged addresses, phone numbers, and e-mail addresses. We found that we only lived about an hour from each other. Then we agreed to meet for brunch the next morning.
The four of us walked to the elevators together and rode up to our rooms, they got off two floors before we did.
As we walked into our room, I said, “Honey. I’m so sorry about tonight.”
She turned around, looked at me, wrapped her arms around my neck, looked me in the eyes, and said, “Don’t be sorry, I had fun with you, Joan, and Michelle. That guy was a major jerk and won’t be back. I also found out that I’ve got some really great friends and an even more fantastic wife. But, I’ve got to get these shoes off.”
She walked over to the bed, sat down, and took off her shoes. Then she rubbed her feet like they really hurt.
“I was wondering if you were going to make the whole night in those shoes. And, wife, not a girlfriend?”
She looked at me, grinned, and said, “I wondered myself about the shoes. But, like you told me, if you like them you get use to them. And, you’re not just a girlfriend, you’re my best girlfriend.”
She got up off the bed and started to undress, so did I. I was down to my panties when I looked over at her, and she was down to hers. I don’t know if it was the wine, or the lust for her that I’d been feeling all weekend, or the combination of the two. I walked over behind her, held her by the shoulders, and kissed her on the neck.
She laid her head back on my shoulder, and I continued kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear. The smell of her perfume was intoxicating. I could tell by the noises she was making that she was enjoying it as much as I was. I ran my hands slowly up and down her arms. Then my hands went to her breasts. I knew she couldn’t feel what I was doing to the forms, but I did it anyway. I could feel her breathing getting deeper and slower.
She turned around, our lips met, and her hands found my breasts. Those long nails of hers were driving me crazy. And, it wasn’t long until she had my panties off and I had hers off. Our hands and lips then went to other places.
I finally took her hand and led her over to the bed. I reached up, took off her glasses, and set them on the night stand. Our lips met again, and we fell on the bed. She lay on her back, looking up at me, and I started enjoying her body. I knew that she couldn’t feel what I was doing to her breasts, but I could. David never made noises like Dana was making and it made me want to do more. Finally she pushed me onto my back and returned the love.
I lay there with my eyes closed just enjoying Dana’s touches and kisses. They were so soft and sensual. David has always been a great lover and able to excite me. But, tonight Dana made it special. Very special.
When I couldn’t take it any longer, I took charge, and was on top. I wanted to be able to look down on her pretty face and feel her inside me.
Somehow her wig had stayed on through this. Afterwards we lay there naked, just holding each other and fell asleep.
Sunday morning we were up just in time to get dressed and head down for brunch. As usual we were a little late, and Joan and Michelle had gotten there before we did. As we sat down Michelle grinned and said, “What have you two been up too? You’re both glowing.”
I knew I was blushing and when I looked at Dana, so was she and she wouldn’t look at Michelle. Then Michelle added, “I bet I know. You two didn’t sleep much last night did you?”
I looked at Michelle, grinned, and said, “So, what if we didn’t get much sleep. We were here to enjoy ourselves this weekend and we did.”
Joan looked at Michelle and said, “Leave ‘em alone. At least they’re honest about it.”
We sat and ate brunch and talked about the fun times we’d had this weekend. It was tearful as we said goodbye, but we promised to keep in touch. I knew that Dana and Michelle would. Dana had found a real friend.
It was quiet as we finished packing and taking our things to the car. I think both of us were thinking over the events of the weekend. Dana asked me to drive and she was very quiet on the first part of the drive. I finally asked, “Honey. What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing.”, was her first reply.
“Honey. I know better. What?”
“Just the past weekend.”
“What about it?”
“Just some of the things that happened.”
“Good things or bad things?”
“Both.”
“You need to put the bad things out of your mind and concentrate on the good.”
“I know.”
She was quiet for another five or ten minutes. Then she asked, “What happened between us last night?”
“We made love.”
“Who made love? You and David, or you and Dana.”
“Aren’t you both Dana and David?”
“Yes. But, who were you making love to?”
“You.”
“Dana me or David me?”
“Both.”
“But, you seemed so different.”
“Different?”
“There was something different about the way we made love. You were different. Your touches were softer. Your kisses were softer. And, when we consummated our love making, you took charge and it was very soft and sensual.”
“You were different too. Your kisses and touches were also softer. It was like Dana was making love to me. And, I had a feeling that you wanted me to take charge, so I did.”
“I felt feminine, or at least how I think feminine would feel, and you drove me crazy. Who were you really making love to?”
“Dana.”
“Why Dana?”
“Because it was who you were.”
“Are you a lesbian?”
“A lesbian?”
“Yea.”
“No. I’ve never felt anything toward a girl except for Dana. And, that’s only because she’s really David. And, they both turn me on.”
“Dana turns you on?”
“You’d better believe it love. She’s a very pretty, very sexy, girl. There’s just something about her that makes me want her.”
“So, you wanted her all weekend?”
“Actually I’ve wanted her for a long time.”
“Why did it take you so long.?”
“I really wasn’t sure on how to approach it or how you’d take it. But, last night, after you were hurt by that guy and then watching you undress, I just couldn’t keep my hands off of you. You were receptive right away and we became lovers.”
“So, Dana could be your lover?”
“No. Dana is my lover, if she wants to be. As is David.”
Dana sat there quietly for another few minutes, then she looked over at me and said, “You know, Dana is your lover as much as David is.”
I glanced over at her, smiled, and said, “I’m glad. Because I love both of them.”
I felt something change between us right then and there. It was like the clouds had parted and the sun was shining. I’m not saying that there were problems between us, but it was like something new had begun. Dana became chatty and we talked about the weekend. Meeting Michelle, Joan, Tanya, and others. The fun she had doing the fashion show. Looking at wedding dresses. She never did bring up the guy at the dance, but she talked about the fun she had dancing with me and Michelle.
About five miles from home, I glanced over and noticed her nails, then said, “We need to stop somewhere and get something to remove your nails.”
She looked at her nails and kind of quietly said, “Do we have to?”
“Yes, love. David has to go to work tomorrow and I think you’re going to have enough to do explaining your eyebrows.”
“I guess you’re right. Besides I really do have to come down off this high.”
“A high?”
“It has just felt so good being Dana full time this weekend that I really don’t want it to end.”
“Just remember. Those feelings will come back the next time Dana does.”
“I know and I’ll have my memories of this weekend until then.”
I pulled into a local strip mall that has a large drug store. I knew that they’d have what we needed to remove Dana’s acrylic nails. As I parked, I said, “I’ll run in and get what we need.”
“No. I’ll go in. Just tell me what to get.”
“You’ll go in?”
“Sure. It’s for me, isn’t it?”
I told her that all she would need was a bottle of nail polish remover that had acetone in it. A big bottle.
She got out of the car and walked into the drug store just like she did it all the time. I think my girl is finally comfortable with her feminine side. I smiled to myself.
She was gone for what I thought was longer then necessary, and when she came out of the store she was carrying a bag and had a very big grin on her face.
As she got in the car I asked, “What took so long?”
“I was just looking at makeup.”, she said.
I smiled at her, shook my head, and said, “Just like a girl.”
She looked at me, and said, “That’s what the clerk though too.”
“What do you mean?”
“As I was checking out, I dropped something and had to bend over to pick it up and I’d forgotten that this blouse shows off my cleavage like it does. When I stood up, he was staring at my chest, I looked at him, he looked at me, I smiled, he blushed and couldn’t talk straight.”
I said, “You little tease, you are such a little tramp. You shouldn’t entice the boys that way.”
“I didn’t try to.”
“Oh really. I guess you need some more girl lessons.”
“On what?”
“How a girl should pick things up.”
After we were home and had the car unloaded, I fixed us a light supper. Afterwards we unpacked and put our things away. I glanced over at Dana. She was looking at her evening gown as she was carefully hanging it up. I said, “Want to wear it again?
She looked at me and said, “I can’t. Everyone has seen it.”
“Not around here.”
After we’d put everything away, Dana completely undressed. I guess our talk about modesty had sunk in, as she put on a short satin robe. I watched as she sat at my dressing table and started to remove her makeup. She carefully removed her wig and placed it on the foam head. Then she carefully removed all of her makeup and moisturized her face. I was starting to see my David coming back. Her breast forms were next. She slipped the robe off her shoulder and it fell down around her waist. She carefully used the remover to break the adhesive, and once she had them off, she carefully cleaned them and put them away. Then he cleaned his chest and moisturized it, took off the wig cap, and brushed out his hair. I was seeing my David again, his eyebrows were still feminine and so were his hands.
I could hear a little bit of sadness in his voice as he asked, “How do we remove the nails?”
“Lets go down to the kitchen and I’ll help you.”
He went to the kitchen and I stopped in the bathroom to grab a few things that we’d need. As I walked into the kitchen, I could tell he was a little sad, so I said, “Lover. Don’t be sad. Dana will be back sooner then you know.”
“I know.”, he said, “But, this weekend was so much fun I don’t want it to end.”
“It was fun. But, just think how much fun it’ll be to bring her back.”
He looked up at me, smiled, and said, “You are nothing but wonderful.”
We spent a good half-an-hour removing the acrylic nails. After they were off and he had carefully washed his hands, I rubbed a good moisturizer into his hands and used a nail buffer to smooth out his nails. As I was doing this, I said, “You know they make some really good press on nails that look really nice and come off easier than the acrylics.”
“I know.”, he said, “I was looking at them in the drug store.”
The next day when I came home from work, David was already home. The dinner he was making smelled wonderful, and as I walk into the kitchen he was cooking up a storm. I said, “Something smells good in here.”
He turned, smiled, and said, “I hope it tastes as good.”
“It will. How did it go at work today?”
“All right.”
“No comments about the eyebrows?”
“A few. More from the girls, then from the guys.”
“Really! So, what did you tell them?”
“I used the party in drag thing.”
“And they bought it?”
“Hook, line, and sinker. In fact, you remember Maureen?”
“Yea, the one that’s really straight laced and hardly talks to anyone.”
“Well she cornered me in the break room, and told me that she hated bushy eyebrows on guys and that more guys should take care of their looks. And, are you ready for this, that more guys should show their feminine side. She even asked me if I enjoyed going to the party in drag. I had to lie and tell her that it was all right, but that I’d never do it again.”
“Is it a lie?”
He turned and looked at me. I was smiling at him. He smiled, and said, “I think you know it is.”
“So, no one gave you a hard time?”
“John, being John, gave me a big hard time. But, I think it was just in fun.”
“Are you going to keep them like this?”
“Maybe not as severe, but I’m going to keep them nice.”
That night I found out that David was back. Boy was he back! As we laid cuddled together afterwards, he asked, “Well is David a better lover?”
“Then who?”, I asked.
“Dana.”
“Oh her.”
“Yea.”
“You’re both fantastic lovers in your own way. It wouldn’t be fair to compare the two of you. But, I’ll tell you one thing I like it better with David. I can play with real nipples.”
We both slept very soundly that night.
Friday brought Dana back, and she was looking hot as usual. She was in one of her cute shorts outfits, showing off those long, sexy, legs of hers. She’d done her nails and her makeup was perfect. I’ve decided that Dana is one of those girls that just loves to look nice no matter what she doing.
I wanted to try and take her out tonight, but we were having some nasty thunderstorms and it was just better to cuddle together and enjoy a nice glass of wine.
As we were cuddled together, I asked her, “Have you ever listened to that CD?”
“CD?”, she asked.
“The one on voice training.”
“I’ve started to.”
“Think you can do it?”
“I’d love to be able to be able to talk like a woman. So, I’m going to try. But, it’s going to take some time.”
We sat there a little longer, and Dana asked, “Did Joan tell you that Michelle was bi?”
“Bi?”
“Bisexual.”
“No. She didn’t. How did you find out?”
“Michelle told me when she and I were dancing after my run in with that guy. I guess that she’d always fantasized about making love to a guy when she was Michelle. One day she had the chance, took it, liked it, and has done it a number of times since.”
“So, she like guys?”
“Only when she’s Michelle?”
“And, she’s done things with guys?”
“Yea. As she put it, ‘I’ve done everything that girls like us can do with a guy.’”
“And, Joan knows and goes along with it?”
“From what she said, Joan knows, understands, and accepts it. They’ve got a very open marriage.”
“I guess. You’re not interested in guys. Are you?“
“No. I love women. So, I guess I’m a lesbian when I’m Dana.”
“What other interesting things did Michelle tell you?”
“That guy that hit on me, Ben whatever?”
“Peterson.”
“Yea him. I guess that if he had found out that I was interested in guys that he was supposed to tell me that there were others that were also interested in having ‘fun’ with me and they were willing to pay for it. That’s why he was pushing so hard.”
I sat back, looked at her, and stammered, “That’s . . . that’s soliciting prostitution.”
“I know and the cop wanted to arrest him. But, Michelle and the committee people talked the cop out of it. They knew that I’d have to testify and that it would out me big time.”
I just sat there getting madder and madder, and I guess it showed. If there was anyway that I could do it, I wanted a piece of that guy.
Finally Dana said, “Honey. There’s no way that I’d do that. I only like girls.”
“I know. But, he had no right to do that. That was supposed to be a fun time.”
“It was a fun time. I was there with you and that was fun. Now, like you told me, remember the fun times and forget the bad.” And, she held me closer.
A different Dana.
I fell in love with David in high school and married him right after college. What was it about him that I loved so much? In this chapter: Now I know!
Over the next few months, Dana was around about as much as she was before we went to the event, and always looked fantastic. It was hard to tell, and most people wouldn’t be able to tell, that there was really a guy in there somewhere. His mastery of being feminine was amazing. He had let his eyebrows fill back in a little, but still kept them very neat. And, allowed his hair to grow.
It was also interesting to listen to him work on a feminine voice. There were times that he would be softly singing while he did chores. He would do vocal exercises on a regular basis. He would also work of the other aspects of talking like a woman, grammar, body English, vocabulary, and so on.
He and Michelle, whose real name is Mike, also talked and e-mailed on a regular basis. I also talked in the same way with Joan, and it was interesting comparing notes on our two girls. Michelle was out and about a lot, where Dana was almost a home body. We had gone out a couple of times as girlfriends, but it was nothing spectacular. Just a trip or two the mall early in the morning, and a drive to the park and a walk.
One day I heard a woman singing somewhere in the house, and I followed the singing to its source. It was David. I stopped in the doorway and just listened for awhile. He sounded very nice. It had taken him about five months to do this, and he was very happy with himself.
Finding his feminine voice changed things. It was like she had really found herself and was ready to be Dana. We started going out more as Beth and Dana. Doing things that David and I usually did, like grocery shopping and going to the mall. Actually it was more fun going to the mall with Dana then with David. She loved to look at clothes, lingerie, shoes, jewelry, anything feminine.
Dana also started to be around in the bedroom a little more, and I won’t get into details. But, it added a lot to our love making.
One day David and I were sitting having dinner, and he asked, “Would you mind if I went to a support group meeting with Michelle?”
“No.”, I replied, “Can I came too?”
“I’d . . . I’d like to do it myself this time if you don’t mind?”
I was hurt, but I said, “I guess not. Maybe you just need to see if you can do this by yourself don’t you?”
“Yea. I’d like to.”
“It’s all right. I guess Dana needs to fly solo.”
“Do you mind if I spend the night? It is a two-hour drive each way.”
I sat there and just looked at him for a couple of seconds, and I guess the look on my face said what I was thinking, ‘Go out alone as Dana and spent a night without me. I don’t like it. But, . . . ‘
He finally said, “Never mind. I’ll just drive over and back. The girls go out after the meetings, so it’ll be really late before I get back.”
“I guess it’s not good for a pretty girl to be out on the streets alone after dark. So, just stay. But, it’ll cost you when you get back.”
I saw his face light up, as he said, “Are you sure?”
“Yes. But, it’s really going to cost you.”
“Anything you want. You can have.”
As I got up to clear the table, I thought, ‘Be careful what you say.’
A week later, on Saturday, Dana spent a good part of the day getting ready to go to the support group meeting. And, as usual she was looking very good. She had chosen a very nice gray suit with a knee length pleated side-zip skirt, and a very pretty white blouse to wear under the jacket. The black over calf boots with a two and a half inch heel looked really sharp with the suit. Her purse was a black over the shoulder bag. The triple strand of pearls around her neck just said, ‘I’m a girl.’ She looked like an executive going to her high paid job.
Her nails were perfect, even though they were where press ons and not acrylics. She wore a pair of large hoop earrings. She had added a few rings to her fingers. But, I also noticed that she had removed her wedding band. A woman’s watch, that we had gotten on a one of our trips to the mall. And, her perfume was just perfect for her.
As she was getting ready to walk out the door, I looked at her, and said, “Very nice.”
“Thanks.”, she said.
I could tell she was nervous, as she was usually a chatter box, but right now she was very quiet. I gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and said, “I’ll miss you. Drive carefully.”
“I will. And, I’ll miss you too.”
I watched as she walked out to David’s car and got in just like a girl would. She started the car, backed out of the driveway, waved, and drove down the street.
I felt . . . Well. I don’t know how I really felt. Maybe it was like a mother feels when her child leaves home. Maybe it was like I lost something. Maybe . . .
I went to the den to check the computer to see if Joan was on-line, but she wasn’t. So, I just sat, and tried to read for awhile to get my mind off of Dana being gone. It didn’t work. So, I just sat there staring out the window.
About an hour after Dana had left, I heard the familiar beep from the computer telling me that I had an instant message. I walked over to the computer and it was an instant message from Joan. And, it said, “Are you there?”
I sat down and typed, “Yes.”
“Michelle just left for the support group meeting.”
“She left you home?”
“Yes. I take it Dana left you home too?”
“Yes. And, I feel kind of weird about it.”
“I know. It ‘s the first time that Michelle has gone without me. And, she’s staying the night.”
“Isn’t the meeting close to you?”
“Yes. She said something about some of the girls going out afterwards and it being too late to drive home.”
“Dana’s staying the night too.”
“I’m going to call you.”
“OK.”
A minute later the phone rang, and I answered it, “Joan?”
“Yea honey. It’s me?”, Joan replied.
“What’s going on?”
“I don’t know. But, Michelle has done this a couple of times before.”
“Why?”
“It was when she had a couple of meetings with guys.”
“Oh.” I sat there thinking, ‘What’s going on. Was Dana meeting some guy?’
“Honey. Are you all right?”
“I’m not sure.”
“I’m not saying that’s what’s happening. It just has in the past.”
“I know. But, this isn’t like Dana.”
“Maybe since this is Dana’s first meeting, they’re going to party with some of the girls afterwards and they just didn’t want to drive afterwards.”
“Maybe. But, why didn’t they just say that?”
“I don’t know. Michelle is secretive sometimes.”
“But, Dana never has been.”
“Michelle did leave here as Mike, but took Michelle’s things with her. Saying that she didn’t have time to change here and would do it at the motel. It’s the first time she’s ever done that.”
“Kind of strange.”
“Honey. Don’t worry. Everything will be fine.”
“Maybe. I just don’t like being kept in the dark.”
“I know. It’s hard. They should be up front with us.”
“I guess I’m being a little paranoid.”
“They’ll fill us in when they get home tomorrow.”
“I hope.”
“They will.”
“I’m glad we talked.”
“Me too. Call me and let me know what Dana tells you?”
“I will. Love you. Talk to you later.”
“Love you too. Bye.”
“Bye.”
And, we hung up.
My mind was going in so many directions. What was Dana hiding from me? Why was she hiding it? Was she really hiding something? I didn’t sleep at all that night.
The following morning I just sat in the kitchen. It was about ten o’clock when I heard the car pull into the driveway. I watched through the window as Dana got out of the car, and I couldn’t tell anything from the look on her face. I met her at the door. She gave me a nice kiss, then hugged me, and whispered, “I love you and I missed you.”
“I missed you too.”, I said, “So, how was the meeting?”
“It was great. They’re a great bunch of people.”
“How was the party afterwards?”
“That was great too. We closed the bar at two.”
“Did you share a room with Michelle?”
“Ah . . . Michelle. Ah . . . “
“What’s going on!?”
I saw the tears well up in her eyes, and then she told me everything that had happened.
Over the past few weeks, Michelle had talked Dana into going to the support group meeting and staying the night because they always went out afterwards to party with the new girls. She’d also talked Dana into getting me to stay home on the pretext that the party after the meeting was just for the girls, as she wanted to have a girl’s night out.
Everything started out great. The meeting was very interesting, and everyone was fantastic. Afterwards they did go to a bar with a few of the girls. The bar was the kind that was friendly to the girls. They did drink, Dana more than Michelle. Both Dana and Michelle got hit on by a couple of guys, they danced with them, drank with them, and flirted with them. He admitted to me that it was fun flirting with them.
Then Dana told me that something began to feel really wrong, like these guys wanted more then just company at the bar, and it started to get scarey. Luckily when the girls excused themselves to use the restroom, they were able to get out of the bar by the back door.
When they got back to the motel things got strange. They started to laugh and giggle about what went on in the bar. Michelle became very forward and kissed her. Not a friendly kiss, but a deep, passionate kiss. Dana said she wasn’t sure if it was the liquor or what, but there was just something about having Michelle come onto her. She accepted Michelle’s advances. After a while Michelle undressed and became Mike. Mike then became very forward and went on to seduce her, and for some reason things felt right. She admitted that they did things that she never thought she could do.
Through this whole confession the tears were just running down her cheeks. When she was done, I just sat and looked at her for a couple of minutes. Then, without a word, I went and locked myself in the bedroom.
It took her awhile to come and knock on the door. All I said was, “Leave me alone.”
I finally calmed down enough to call Joan and tell her what Dana had told me. As she hung up the phone, I could hear her start yelling at Mike.
I spent the rest of the day in the bedroom. What Dana did, I really didn’t care.
When I came out of the bedroom, Dana was sitting at the kitchen table still crying. She looked up at me, and started to say, “Honey. I’m so sorry. Please . . .”
I interrupted her with, “Don’t say you’re sorry. If you cared, it wouldn’t have happened. Go change. I don’t ever want to see Dana again.”
David had just come back into the kitchen and I had fixed myself something to eat when the phone rang, and it was Joan. She told me that she and Mike had a big fight, and she threw him out of the house. She told me that she had told him that he’d probably just cost them a great pair of friends. I told her that I never wanted to see Mike again. Her yes, him no.
She told me not to worry. That she was thinking of a divorce after this last trick of his. I looked at David, and said, “Why don’t you go live with Mike. Joan just threw him out of the house.”
The look on David’s face said volumes. It was one of panic. I think he was thinking that I was going to do the same to him, and I probably should have. But, I said, “Move your stuff into the spare room. That’s where your sleeping from now on.”
I noticed that the tears became heavier as he buried his face in his hands.
Joan and I continued to talk for a few more minutes. Then as I hung up, I said to David, “Your actions may not have only ended a good friendship, but two marriages.”
He looked at me and shook his head no, as he said, “No pleased. I love you. I don’t want to lose you. I’ll do anything.”
‘Anything.’, I thought, ‘I bet.’ So, I said, “First get your stuff moved into the spare room. I won’t promise anything. But, right now I don’t want you in my bed. And, do it now.”
I spent the night alone, but I didn’t sleep much for the second night in a row. I was thinking of how to handle this. Divorce him, get a separation, or what.
The following morning, I heard David get up and start to get ready for work. I knew that he had to be at work early this morning. I just laid in bed and listened. About forty-five minutes later there was a light tap on the bedroom door, and I said, “What?”
“I’m going.”, David said.
“So, go.”
“Honey. I really am sorry.”
“It may be too late for that.”
I heard him leave. So, I got up, and decided to call off sick from work. I needed time to think. I spent the morning just wandering around the house, doing little things, and thinking. The doorbell rang at about eleven. When I answered the door there was a delivery person standing there with a vase containing what looked to be a dozen long steam red roses, and he asked, “Are you Mrs. MacMillan?”
I answered, “Yes.”
As he handed me the vase of flowers, he said, “These are for you.”
I took it, and said, “Thank you.”
As I closed the door, I was thinking, ‘He thinks he can buy his way back in with flowers.’
I took them in the kitchen and set them on the table. Fixed a cup of tea, and just looked at the flowers and envelope attached to it.
I finally took the envelope off the flowers, opened it, removed the card, and read it. David had written, ‘Beth, I am so very sorry. I never ever meant something like this to happen, and I would do anything to undo it. I love you very much. Please forgive me. David.’
I read it again, and it was my time to cry. I sat down at the table, stared at the flowers, and thought, ‘He can be so sweet. But, why with a guy? Just what the hell am I going to do.’
Just after noon the doorbell rang again. This time when I opened it Joan was standing there. We just looked at each other. I hope I didn’t look as bad as she did. I finally said, “Hi.”
She replied with a simple “Hi.”
Then we hugged and both started crying. Finally I said, “Come on in.”
We walked into the house and to the kitchen. Joan saw the flowers on the table, and asked, “From David?”
“Yea.”
She walked over, picked up the card, read it, and said, “He is sweet. Isn’t he?”
“He can be.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know. I’ve thrown him out of our bedroom, but don’t know what else to do. How about you?”
“I just came from my lawyers.”
“Oh no!”
“I want a trial separation. Maybe we can work this out. But, after what he’s done to you guys. I just don’t know.”
Joan started crying again. I walked over to her and we hugged again.
I fixed us some lunch, and we just talked for another hour.
As she was leaving, we hugged and shared a friendly kiss. She then said, “I’m so sorry about what Mike did. I hope this doesn’t hurt our friendship.”
I smiled, and said, “No. I don’t think it will.”
As she walked to her car, she turned, and said, “Call me?”
“I will.”, I replied.
David was home around four. Usually if I was home, I’d meet him at the door. Today, I stayed in the kitchen. He walked into the kitchen, and said, “Hi.”
I didn’t turn around, but did say, “Hi.”
“I see the flowers arrived.”
“Yep.”
I finally turned around and looked at him. I’ve never seen him look this way, it was like he’d lost his last friend. And, he almost has. He looked at me, and in almost a whisper said, “I’m so sorry.”
“You keep saying that. You’re going to have to prove it.”
“How?”
“I don’t know. Maybe you need to figure that out.”
“Please help me?”
“Mike’s the one that needs help. Joan stopped by and told me that she’s filing for a separation.”
I saw tears well up in his eyes as he said, “A separation?”
“And, maybe a divorce.”
He walked over to the table, sat down, and buried his face in his hands. He finally looked up at me, and asked, “Is that where we’re headed?”
“I’m not sure yet.”
“Please. Please. Give me another chance.”
“I really don’t know. You had an affair behind my back. With a guy. You even told me that you didn’t like guys. Maybe I need to have an affair. I think Joan might be interested.”
His eyes got big, and he asked, “Joan’s bi?”
“Yea.”
“You two haven’t . . . ?“
“Not yet. But, it could happen, and if it does it’ll be right here in my own bed, with you in the next room.”
The look on his face told me that he was confused and frightened at the same time. I’d never had lesbian tendencies, and I had told him so a long time ago. I knew I was drawn to Dana, but that was because it was really David, and Joan had never told me what her sexual preferences were. So I figured she was heterosexual.
“You . . . You wouldn’t?”
“I’m considering it. It might be fun. I’d had a thing with Dana and I loved it. It might just be better with a real girl. Maybe I am bi or a lesbian.”
He just sat there shaking his head.
Later that evening I called Joan and told her what had gone on when David came home. When I told her about threatening to have a tryst with her, she laughed.
The next day at work, while I was having lunch, my cell phone rang. The caller id told me it was Joan. So, I answered it, “Hi girlfriend.”
“Hi. Things any better this morning?”
“I just stayed in the bedroom until he left. How about you?”
“Not really. It’s strange around the house without Mike or Michelle.”
“You’re not going to back down are you?”
“No way. He’s going to pay for this bit of playing. Especially for what he did to you guys.”
“Good girl.”
“Have you figured out what you’re going to do with David yet?”
“Not yet. I’m trying to get him to figure out what to do. But, I think the idea of you and me having a tryst really got him thinking.”
“Think he will ever figure it out.”
“I hope so.”
“Are . . . Are you interested?”
“Interested in what?”
“You and me?”
“Getting together.”
“Uh huh.”
“Ah . . . I . . . Well. No. I’ve never though about it. I . . . I didn’t know you were built that way.”
“I’ve had a couple affairs with girls, but haven’t since Michelle’s been around. Never mind. Forget I said anything. I shouldn’t have brought it up.”
“It’s okay. I’ve just never felt anything for girls except for Dana.”
“Don’t worry about it honey. I don’t want to do anything to hurt our relationship.”
“Asking never hurts. And, asking won’t hurt our relationship.”
“I’m glad.”
We talked for another few minutes, and then I had to get back to work. The rest of the day what Joan had said kept popping up in my mind. Why?
As I was leaving work, my cell phone rang. It was David. So, I answered with a short, “What!”
“I’m sorry to bother you.”, David said, “But, would you like to meet me for dinner.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to take you out.”
“I guess. Where?”
“Your choice.”
“How about Papa Emideo’s?”
“Sure. In about half an hour?”
As we sat eating, we didn’t say much to each other until David said, “I’m going to get rid of all of Dana’s things.”
“What!?”, I said.
“I think she started this whole thing and she’s got to go.”
“David. You know the dressing won’t stop. We’ve talked about this. Throwing out the clothes doesn’t stop the want to dress.”
“I know. But, I’ve got to do something.”
“I don’t think that’s it.”
“But, I have to do something. I don’t want to lose you.”
I sat there and just looked at him, and thought, ‘Is he really trying to make amends for his mistake? Is he really worried about losing me?’
Then he asked, “Are you and Joan going to . . . ?”
“Are Joan and I going to what?”, I asked.
“You know. Going to get together.”
“I don’t know. Why?”
“I know how you were with Dana and I don’t want to lose you to Joan.”
“So, you think I’m a lesbian.”
“No. Not really. But, I think you might lean that way.”
“I’m bi?”
“Maybe.”
“I guess I just might have to find out.”
He just looked at me and shook his head. I could see in his eyes that he was about ready to give up. I wasn’t sure how much further I could push before he really did give up on us. And, I was beginning to feel that it was time to forgive.
We drove home separately, and when he didn’t pull in the drive right behind me I began to wonder where he was. After ten minutes he still wasn’t home and I started to worry. I called his cell number and he answered after three rings, and I asked, “Where are you?”
“Sitting down by the river.”
“Why?”
“I just wanted to think.”
“Please come on home.”
He was home a few minutes later. As he walked in the door, I was waiting for him. I didn’t kiss him, but I took his hand and led him to the sofa in the living room. He sat and I stood.
I started with, “David. You really hurt me. I understand that it was something that just happened and that you may have been set up. But, you should have had more self control.”
“I know.”, he said, “I feel like shit. I let things happen that never should have happened. I can’t lose you.”
“What do you think we should do?”
“You’re right about Dana’s things. Getting rid of them won’t help. I just really don’t know what else to do.”
After he said that, the tears started.
I couldn’t stand it any longer. I sat down next to him, put my arm around him, and said, “David. Yes. I’m hurt. I’m not going to leave you or kick you out of the house. But, it’s going to take some time for me to get over being hurt this way. I’m not sure if I ever want to see Dana again. I know I never want to see Mike or Michelle again.”
“Me either.”, he whispered.
I saw a little twinkle in his eyes when I said, “Honey. Realize that I still love you or we wouldn’t be sitting here right now.”
Over the next couple of weeks things got back to normal between us. We talked a lot. We agreed to be very open with each other and that he had to do some penance. And, I let him back into our bedroom.
The penance we agreed to was actually easy. He had to do additional housework, serve me breakfast in bed on Sundays for a month, and bring me flowers on a regular basis.
One day before his first Sunday of penance, I was doing some web surfing and ran across a very interesting site and it gave me an idea. I ordered some things and hoped that they’d arrive before Sunday, but figured that was wishful thinking.
The first Sunday I had almost forgotten about being served breakfast in bed. I started getting up, but smelled David cooking, and remembered. I was sitting up in bed when he brought the tray in. He had made a wonderful meal, then sat wit me, and we talked while I ate.
He kept his word and did the additional housework and we always had flowers in the house.
The following week, the items that I had ordered arrived. I opened the package and examined everything, and thought, ‘This is going to be fun.’ I didn’t want David having these things until Saturday, so I hid everything.
On Saturday, David had some research to do at the college library and was gone for about four hours. This gave me more than enough time to get everything out of hiding.
As we were finishing dinner, I said, “Honey. I’ve decided to change your penance a little. Do you mind?”
“Change it how?”, he asked.
“Go look in the spare room and you’ll see.”
He sat there and just looked at me. Finally I said, “Go on.”
He slowly got up and started walking out of the kitchen, but stopped, turned, and looked at me.
“Go on.”, I said.
He turned and walked out of the kitchen.
He was gone about ten minutes and looked at me in a puzzled way when he got back.
I asked, “What’s wrong?”
“You . . . You want Dana back?”, he asked, “You said that you never wanted to see her again.”
“I know. But, she can come back on my terms.”
“What’s that?”
“To start with, as my maid on Sundays.”
“Every Sunday?”
“Just the remaining ones that you’re serving me breakfast in bed.”
“All day?”
“All day. From the time you get up, until you go to bed.”
“In that outfit? Starting tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
On Sunday morning David was up early, very early. I laid in bed and just listened. I heard him take a shower and spend a long time with the hair dryer. I figured he was trying to do something with his hair.
I heard him walk from the bathroom to the spare room, and he was fairly quiet in there. A while later I heard the click of high heels on the wood floor in the hall as he walked to the kitchen.
A little after seven he, or should I say Dana, walked into the bedroom with my breakfast. She looked cute in her maid’s outfit. Those long legs of hers in the heels and fishnet stockings looked fantastic. She had left her hair straight. It was down to her shoulders and looked very feminine.
Getting into the role of mistress, I said, “You are supposed to knock first.”
“I’m sorry.”, she said in her feminine voice.
I smiled to myself, and thought, ‘I’ve missed that voice.’ But, with a frown, I said, “That’s, I’m sorry Mistress Beth.”
“I’m sorry Mistress Beth.”
“That’s better Dana. A personal maid needs to be respectful.”
As she set the try on the bed, she said, “Yes ma’am.”
It looked as if he was accepting to my change in his penance. In fact maybe he needed to be Dana again. I knew I missed her. She was going to sit on the bed, but I looked at her, and said, “A maid doesn’t sit on her mistresses’ bed. She stands there and waits to serve.”
“Yes mistress.”
I slowly ate my breakfast and she stood there. When I was done, I said, “Dana. Would you please draw me a bath with some nice bath oils. And, while I’m soaking, make the bed, and lay out something for me to wear today. I have some shopping to do, so I’ll be going out.”
As she picked up the tray, she said, “Yes mistress.”
Taking a bath was something that I very seldom did. When I walked into the bathroom, it smelled very nice, and the water temperature was perfect. Dana was with me. I took off my robe and nightgown, handed them to her, and said, “I’ll call you when I’m finished.”
As she walked out the door, she said, “Yes mistress.”
I slipped into the tub and it felt really nice.
What I had purchased for Dana was a sexy French maid’s outfit. It was the typical black and white style with a lot of ruffles, a very short skirt, and reveling top. The top was strapless with white puffy half sleeves. It also had a black satin choker and thigh-high fishnet stockings. The shoes were a shiny slack platform sandals with a silver buckle, 1-1/4 inch platform and a 5-inch heel.
I spent a good fifteen minutes soaking in the tub. Then, I called for Dana. It amazed me how quickly she was there, and said, “Yes mistress?”
I said, “Please help me out of the tub.”
“Yes mistress.”
I couldn’t believe her, as I got out of the tub she wrapped a towel around me, and asked, “Can I help mistress dry herself.”
“No thank you Dana. Do you have my clothes laid out?”
“Yes mistress.”
“Thank you Dana. I’ll see you in the kitchen when I’m dressed.”
“Yes mistress.”
When I walked into the bedroom, I was surprised as to what she had chosen for me to wear. It was just about what I would have chosen.
The rest of the day went by just like the first part. Dana was at my beckon call, and did anything I asked her to do with a, ‘Yes mistress.’
That night as I was getting ready for bed, Dana helped me change into a nightgown. Then she asked me, “How does mistress want me to dress for bed.”
I thought for a minute. I was having the same feelings for my maid Dana as I did for Dana at the meeting. So, I asked, “Do you have your forms attached?”
“Yes mistress. I had to because of my uniform.”
“You can dress for bed as Dana would. If you like.”
I saw a smile on her face, as she said, “Yes mistress.”
She was back in a few minutes dressed in a sexy baby doll nightgown. Then, as she crawled into bed, she whispered, “What does mistress wish?”
“For us to never have another reason to fight.”
“Yes mistress. I feel the same way. What else does mistress wish?”
I looked at her, pushed her down on the bed, and kissed her. I think she knew from my kiss and the way I looked at her what I wanted, and got.
As we laid there afterwards, Dana asked, “Was mistress pleased with me today?”
“Mistress was very pleased. She was also very pleased to have Dana back in her bed.”, I replied, “You can stop being my maid for now if you like.”
“Thank you. It was fun, but my feet are killing me.”
“I was surprised that you kept the shoes on all day.”
With a grin, she said, “A maid suffers through anything her mistress wishes her to do.”
“Really.”, I said with a grin.
We cuddled together and feel asleep.
On Tuesday I was talking to Joan and told her about what David and I had agreed to. When I told her about the maids uniform, she said, “I bet she’s really cute in it.”
“She is.”, I replied, “And, she is a proper maid. You should see her.”
“I’d love to.”
“Hm. What are you doing for dinner on Sunday?”
“You are so bad.”
“I am. But, I want to be fair to David. Let me ask him first.”
“You’re her mistress. What you say goes.”
“I know. But . . . “
“Just tell her that you’re having company for dinner on Sunday, and she needs to serve.”
“I’ll try and see what she says.”
On Tuesday as we were eating dinner, I said, “I’m having company for dinner on Sunday and I need Dana to serve.”
David’s eyes got big, as he said, “Company for dinner. Who?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“Do I know them?”
I wanted to keep him in suspense, so I said, “I’m not sure.”
He looked at me, took a deep breath, and said, “Whatever mistress wishes.”
I smiled at him, and said, “Thanks love. I knew you would.”
I knew I had him wondering who was coming to dinner, and I was going to keep it that way.
On Sunday we started out just like we had last Sunday. Breakfast in bed and a nice soak in the tub. I could really get use to this. I also needed a pedicure and had Dana do it for me. Then after lunch I went shopping for what Dana needed to cook dinner. I would have loved to have taken her with me, but I figured the maid’s uniform wouldn’t go over too well.
When I came home, she met me at the garage door and helped me carry everything in. As she was unpacking things, she asked, “Mistress. How many for dinner?”
I replied, “Just two. And, I’d like to have a nice table setting. Flowers and candles.”
“Yes mistress.”
Dana spent the rest of the afternoon preparing dinner, and it smelled wonderful. She was a great cook. I just relaxed and enjoyed hearing her work in the kitchen. I knew she was a little concerned about who was coming, but she was still singing to herself as she worked.
A little before six, I freshened up and changed into a very nice dress. Then I found Dana in the kitchen, and said, “Dana.”
She asked, “Yes mistress?”
“When the company arrives, please show them into the den, then bring us two glasses of wine. And, we’ll be eating at seven.”
“Ah . . . Ah. Yes mistress.”
“Is something wrong Dana?”
“You want me to answer the door mistress?”
“Yes Dana. It’s part of a maid’s job.”
“Yes mistress.”
I went into the den and relaxed. Then, a few minutes after six the door bell rang. I heard Dana walk from the kitchen to the front door. Then I heard Joan say, “Oh my god Dana! You are so cute.”
“Thank you ma’am.”, I heard Dana reply, “Mistress is expecting you and is in the den. Please come with me.”
I heard them walk toward the den, and as they walked in, Dana said, “Mistress Beth. Miss Joan is here.”
I got up walked over to Joan and gave her a hug and cheek kiss. Then I said to Dana, “Dana. Please bring the wine.”
“Yes mistress.”, Dana replied.
Dana walked out of the den, and Joan said, “I can’t believe how proper she is.”
“I know.”, I said, “She’s surprised me too. She puts on that uniform and becomes a perfect maid.”
“And, cute.”
“I know.”
Dana was back shortly with two glasses on a silver tray, and she properly served Joan and me, then just before she walked out of the den, she asked, “Will there be anything else mistress?”
“No Dana. Thank you.”
“Yes mistress. I’ll have the appetizers shortly and dinner will be served at seven.”
“Thank you Dana.”
After she left, Joan said, “Maybe I should have done that with Michelle. But, made it permanent.”
“Dana being a maid isn’t permanent. It’s just part of her penance. What’s going on with Mike?”
“I’m going to file for divorce.”
“Oh honey. I’m so sorry.”
“I’m not. I’ve found out some more things that he’s been up to behind my back. It’s so bad that I won’t have to mention Dana at all.”
“You were going to mention Dana?”
“Only if I had to. And, I would have given you plenty of warning.”
“I’m glad. I think something like that would destroy her. So, what are you going to do?”
“I’ve found a lot of money stashed in various accounts, and my lawyer has frozen it. So, I should be set for a long time if the judge awards it to me, and that shouldn’t be a problem.” With a smile, she added, “And, I’m also looking for a lover.”
Just then Dana walked in with the appetizer. I wasn’t sure if she’d heard what Joan had said. I waited until Dana had left before I said, “A lover?”
“I’ve really had it with guys.”
“Are you asking me?”
“I think you know I am.”
“I’m flattered. But, I can’t. I love David too much. And, I really don’t think I’m into girls that way.”
“I thought you might say that. It’s fine. I just hope we can still be friends. But, don’t you love Dana too?”
“Yes.”
“So, you do like girls?”
“Girls like Dana.”
With a big smile she said, “I see.”
We continued to chat for a little while. Then I heard Dana say, “Excuse me mistress.”
“What is it Dana?”, I asked.
“I’m sorry mistress. But, dinner is ready early.”
“That’s all right honey.”
Joan and I got up and followed Dana into the dinning room. Dana first helped Joan with her chair, then she helped me. The dinner that Dana had prepared for us, all the way from the appetizers to desert, was fantastic.
When Joan and I were back in the den, Dana brought us two more glasses of wine.
We sat there for a minute, then Joan said, “I really can’t believe Dana. She’s cute, sexy, and can cook.”
“I know.”, I said, “She just loves doing those things.”
“How do you really look at her?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you see her as a real girl, a guy dressed as a girl, or what?”
“Right now I see Dana. I’m not seeing her male side at all.”
“So, you’re seeing a girl?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll bet that you enjoy making love to her too?”
“We enjoy our time together.”
“Does David really like being Dana?”
“Very much so. I think you saw that at the event.”
“I did. And, you love it when he’s Dana. Don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You two do make a very cute couple.”
“Dana and me?”
“Yes. You two look at each other in a way lovers do. Have you ever talked about Dana being around full time?”
“Full time? Like a sex change?”
“I don’t think either of you want that. I just think you like girls like Dana. A girl with a boy underneath.”
I sat back, looked at Joan, and thought for a minute. Then I said, “I’m not sure. But, maybe that is what I like about Dana. She really looks and acts like a girl, but is a guy. And, . . . it is a turn on.”
Joan smiled, then said, “I thought so. You do like girls. But, only certain kinds of girls. I like them that way too, but I also like real girls.”
Again, I sat there in thought. Not knowing exactly what I was feeling. But, maybe, just maybe, this is what made me accept Dana like I did. I liked guys that liked to be girls.
Joan stayed until eleven and as we were saying good night, she said. “You two really do make a cute couple.”
I went and found Dana in the kitchen, and she was sitting at the table crying. “Honey.”, I asked, “What’s wrong?”
“You . . . You and Joan are becoming a couple. Aren’t you?”
“Oh God. No honey.”, I said as I walked over and sat next to her, “Joan is just a friend.”
“Really?”
“Yes honey.”
“But, you were alone for such a long time. And, I heard Miss Joan tell you that she was looking for a girlfriend.”
“We were just talking. You’re the only one that I love.”
I wiped away her tears, kissed her, then just held her for a while.
Dana finally whispered, “I was so afraid that I was going to lose you to her.”
“Honey.”, I said, “Joan just isn’t my type of girl.”
“Your type of girl?”
“A girl with a guy underneath.”
She sat back a little, looked at me for a second, then said, “So, you really do like it when I’m Dana.”
“That was one of the things we were talking about. Do I like it when you’re Dana? No. . . . I love it when Dana is here.”
She wrapped her arms around me and just held on.
A little while later as we were getting read for bed, Dana asked, “How does mistress want me to dress for bed?”
“Beth wants you to dress anyway you want to.”
“Aren’t you still my mistress?”
I glanced at the clock, it was ten minutes after Midnight, and I said, “It’s Monday. So, it’s up to Dana how she dresses or if she changes back to David.”
I saw a twinkle in her eye and that cute little smile. Something that had really been missing for the past few weeks. She disappeared for a little while, and when she came back in she had on one of her sexy baby doll sets. She did a little twirl, looked at me, smiled, and said, “Do you approve?”
I smiled back, and said, “More than approve. You look good enough to eat.”
She walked over to me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and gave me a long, soft, sensuous, kiss. It wasn’t much longer before we were enjoying each other in a number of ways.
Later as we cuddled together, I whispered, “I’m glad tomorrow’s a holiday. We can sleep in.”
And, sleep in we did. It was late morning when I felt Dana stir. I opened my eyes, and she was laying there looking at me. And, she still looked cute as hell. She said, “Good morning lover.”
“Good morning love.”, I replied.
“Did you sleep well?”
“You wore me out, so yes I did.”
She kissed me, and said, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
As she was getting out of bed, she said, “I’ll go and get David back.”
“Why?”
“I . . . I though that Dana was only supposed to be here on Sundays?”
“She was. But, when I was talking to Joan last night, I figured something out.”
“What?”
“I really like guys that love to be girls.”
“So, you love Dana?”
“I love Dana because David is underneath.”
“So, you want me to be Dana?”
“I love her, so yes, as often as you like. . . . Even full time.”
“Full time! You want me to have a sex change?”
“That’s the last thing I want and I don’t think you want it either.”
“I don’t. But, you’d like me to be Dana all the time.”
“Only if you want to.”
She didn’t say anything, but just looked at me a little seriously. I was worried that I’d said too much, too soon.
The following week Dana was back. When David didn’t need to be David, for school and work, he was Dana. Dana and I did a lot of things together and it was fun. On Sunday my maid was back and I received some serious pampering.
The next week was just the same. Dana was just Dana, a lot of fun and a great lover. I was very glad that she was back to being here old self.
Sunday was Dana’s last day as my maid. At dinner, as she placed my desert on the table, she asked, “Mistress. May I sit and talk with you?”
“Sure honey.”, I replied.
As she sat in the chair nearest to me, I asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing mistress. I just need to talk to you.”, she replied.
She sat there for a minute, and then said, “Mistress. I’ve really loved being your maid. It’s been fun and interesting.”
“I’m glad. It’s been fun being your mistress.”
“I’ve also given a lot of thought to what you said about living full time as Dana.” After a pause, she continued with, “I . . . I would like to do it.”
I asked, “Are you sure?”
“Yes. But, . . . I want to do it right.”
“Do it right?”
“Yes. I’ve done a lot of reading on it. I want to be as feminine as possible.”
I was thinking, ‘I hope she’s not thing sex change.’, as I said, “As feminine as possible?”
As she touched her breasts, she said, “I’m tired of these forms and I’d like my face to be more feminine.”
I was tired of the forms too. I looked at her for a minute, then said, “Honey. Your face is very pretty and feminine now.”
“I know. But, I’ve seen some nice things’ on-line. Can I show mistress?”
“Honey. Lets drop the mistress. This is important and between us. You and me. And, yes please show me.”
She just smiled. We got up together and walked to the den. Dana brought up some interesting sites. She was right. Some of the before and after pictures of faces were very nice. Some showed a fairly masculine face that was transformed into a nice feminine look. Some showed a somewhat effeminate man’s face transformed into a strikingly pretty woman’s face.
I looked over at Dana, and asked, “Is this what you’re thinking about?”
“Yes.”, she answered.
“So, you think a surgeon can make you look prettier than you are?”
“Yes. Watch.”
She clicked on another bookmark, and we watched as David’s face came up on the screen. He wasn’t wearing any makeup, and his hair was pulled back. Then she clicked on another link on the page and another picture came up beside the first one. It was basically the same picture as the first one, but there had been some changes made. The changes turned David’s face feminine. Very feminine. I looked back and forth between the two pictures.
Dana said, “I found a plastic surgeon on-line. If you send her a picture, she’ll return it showing what you will look like after surgery.”
“You really want to do this?”
“Yes. And, the breasts.”
“What about school and your job?”
“I can always get another job. And, the university has a transgender policy covering this sort of thing. The state will also change the records on a transgendered person.”
“You really have researched this. Haven’t you?”
“I had to. I had to know as much as I could. The more I read, the more it just felt right doing it.”
Epilog
Right after Dana had shown me the on-line pictures from the plastic surgeon, she made an appointment to see the doctor. The doctor agreed with us. Dana didn’t need much to finish what nature had started. Along with implants to give her 38C breasts, she would give her cheek implants, and do a little work on her nose.
Just as school was out for the summer we moved to a new place, and Dana had her surgery. The new neighbors saw no one but Dana and me. And, we lived outwardly as a lesbian couple.
The first time I saw Dana naked, standing in front of a mirror looking over her new body, I knew we’d done the right thing. She was smiling as she looked at herself. I was smiling, knowing how happy she was, and knowing that I really loved her. Don’t get me wrong. I loved David too. But, to me, this was so much better. Dana was happy with who she was, and I was happy for both of us.
Did Mistress Beth still have her maid? Yes. Dana loved becoming my maid, and it became a fetish thing with us.
Dana did get her wedding dress. The following year, at the same event where we’d met Michelle and Joan, we were married again, in a ceremony for two girls. Dana looked fantastic in her backless gown. And, I know she felt fantastic in all the pretty lingerie.
Did Joan and I get together? That I’ll leave that to your imagination.
Did Dana and I live happily ever after? You bet we did. Neither of us could ask for anything better.