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Candy's Story
by Emily Ross
Part 1
The afternoon sun streamed in through the windows. Phil and Sarah lay side
by side on the bed, getting their breath back. After a long pause Candy turned
to Phil and spoke. "Phil, wouldn't you like me to move in here? We've been
going out together for six months, nearer seven. Think of the money we'd
save on the rent for my flat. We could easily save up the deposit for a house."
Phil looked at her, showing no emotions. She carried on, "Well? Don't you
think it's good idea then? Sometimes I don't think you love me."
"I do love you. It's just ..."
"Just what?"
"Just that I need my own space."
"There's plenty of space here. I mean, this place is plenty big enough for
both of us. After all there's that spare bedroom that you never use and always
keep locked."
"But..."
"But what? Don't you want me here? Didn't you enjoy what we just did?"
There was a wicked twinkle in her eye.
"Of course, I would like you to move in with me. But before we make any
decisions, I think there's something you should know. Something about me
that I've never told you. Something that when I tell you will probably mean
that you won't want to come and live with me."
Now it was Sarah's turn to be quiet. Thoughts flooded through her mind.
Was he already married? Or was there someone else? Perhaps he was gay.
Did he have some terrible disease? Was he HIV positive? What was his
terrible secret?
The hairs on the back of Phil's neck were sticking up. His breathing was
shallow and the palms of his hands were tingling. He wasn't going to enjoy
this one bit. However he had decided some time ago he had to tell Sarah, he
just hadn't known when we would.
"You see, Sarah, I like to dress in women's clothes. I'm a transvestite." He
waited for a reaction form his girl-friend but there was none so he carried on.
"I don't know why I do it, I'm not gay, I don't want to be a woman, I just
want to dress like one occasionally. I only know that it makes me feel good; it
gives me an inner calm, an exhilaration."
Still there was no reaction in Sarah's face, so Phil's soliloquy went on. "If
I'm feeling stressed, it let's me unwind. I can't remember when I started.
Probably when I was about sixteen. Since then I've dressed about twice a
week. Sometimes I just wear panties under my male clothes. Sometimes I
wear the whole outfit. Sometimes I go for what I call the Full Monty -
clothes, make-up, wig, the lot. Oh, there have been purges, when I've
thrown away my clothes and promised never to do it again, but I always go
back."
"The spare bedroom, the one I keep locked, is Candy's room. That's where I
keep all my femme stuff, clothes, body shapers, wigs, make-up, jewellery.
It's all there. That's where I go to get dressed. I had to tell you, Sarah, before
you moved in. It's a part of my life and I can't give it up."
Sarah was still lying impassive, looking at Phil. She was thinking. She had a
lot to take in. Phil went on, "So, Sarah, do you still want to move in? To live
with a guy in a frock?"
Sarah swallowed. "It's hard to imagine you in a frock," she said not
answering the question.
"Would you like... would you like to see me dressed?"
Sarah nodded.
"Now?"
Sarah nodded again.
"OK." Phil knew that if Sarah was to accept him and his habit, she had to see
him en femme. He knew he couldn't hide. He got up, went to his wardrobe
and slipped on his dressing gown. Then he headed to the bathroom and
shaved his face. He didn't need to shave his body, which had little hair and
he'd shaved recently anyway.
He returned to the bedroom to find the key to Candy's room. Sarah had put
her clothes back on. "I suppose you'll take ages to get ready," she said. "Do
you mind if I watch?"
Phil hadn't expected this but was in no mood to argue. His mind was in
turmoil, elated at the thought of getting dressed, relieved that he had managed
to tell Sarah and she hadn't walked out straight away like his last girl-friend
Michelle, concerned that she might still do so; vulnerable, weak, uncertain
what the future held.
"If you want, but just sit quietly." He went into the hall and unlocked the
door to Candy's room. Sarah followed him in. She was shocked at the d?cor
in the room; pink wallpaper, a flowery duvet cover, flounces round the base
of the bed. Very feminine. There was a wardrobe, a chest of drawers and a
dressing table.
On the chest were three polystyrene heads each covered with a different
coloured wig; jet black, blonde and chestnut brown. Through the slightly
open wardrobe door Sarah could just see several different outfits hanging.
"Christ," she thought as she sat on the bed, "he must have spent thousands
on all this. Where did he buy it all from?"
Phil took off his dressing gown to reveal a hairless but masculine body. He
opened the top drawer of the chest and removed a gaffe which he put on,
taking several minutes until he was both comfortable and certain that his
member did not stick out. Sarah watched fascinated.
Next Phil put on a pair of black lacy French knickers. Then found a black
basque and hooked it around his body, breathing in so that he could do it up
around his waist and then stuffing two breast forms down the front. Sarah
was surprised to see how quickly his body had achieved a feminine shape.
Phil slipped the basque suspenders through the knickers before carefully
putting on a pair of sheer black stockings. He did up the clasps on the
suspenders and awkwardly looked behind him to check his seams were
straight.
With Sarah still watching Phil chose the blonde wig and put it on. Sitting at
the dressing table he seemed to take an age to adjust it until he was satisfied.
A couple of squirts of hair spray and it was on to the pillar box red nail
varnish. Each finger nail was painted with deliberate care. When he was
confident the nail varnish was dry, Phil started his make-up; foundation,
blusher, mascara, plenty of eyeliner and finally ruby red lipstick.
Phil was rather proud of his make-up skills and Sarah, who could only see
the back of his blonde head, was impatient to see the results. Sensing this,
Phil didn't look round when he'd finished his face but to keep up the
suspense stood up and moved sideways to the wardrobe. Opening the door
wide he pretended to look at a few outfits but he knew all along what he
would wear. He pulled out his favourite LBD, took it off the hanger and still
hiding his face from his lover, slipped it on. The dress's stretchy material
emphasised Phil's new found curves. It fitted tightly around the hips making
him glad he had made such an effort to conceal his manhood. Finishing
around four inches about the knee, it revealed enough thigh to keep any
admirer interested, even Sarah.
As carefully as he could and still not revealing his face, he bent down and
found a pair of black stiletto shoes, which he stepped into when he stood up
straight. He had had plenty of practice walking in these shoes, so it was no
problem to step over to the dressing table for the final touches, a gold watch
on one wrist, three bracelets on the other, a simple necklace and a pair of clip-
on ear-rings. A spray of scent and he was ready.
Phil had never been more nervous as he prepared to face Sarah. He could do
with a stiff drink. His palms were tingling more than ever. Still a girl's gotta
do what a girl's gotta do.
He wanted to give the impression that this person was completely different
from his real self. "Be confident," he told himself. He took a deep breath and
spun round through 180 degrees in a graceful pirouette. His face beamed in a
wide smile that he hoped didn't look too false, "Hi," he said in a soft but
assertive voice, "I'm Candy. You must be Sarah."
"Wow," said Sarah, "you look gorgeous."
It was true. Dressed all in black with a shoulder length blonde mane, Candy
was very pretty with a nice figure and legs to die for. The dress was very
flattering and she gave no hint of her masculine self. She needed to give the
impression that this was totally normal. "Let's have a cup of tea, shall we?"
she suggested.
Sarah nodded and taking small steps in her high heels, Candy walked out of
the room and into the kitchen with Sarah following. Ten minutes later they
were sitting in the lounge enjoying a cuppa. Candy was desperately trying to
keep her knees locked together and sit in a feminine position. In her lap she
daintily held the saucer with one hand while she held the lipstick stained cup
with the other. She desperately hoped that her stocking tops weren't visible to
Sarah when her hemline rode up as she sat down. She wanted to be feminine
but not too tarty.
She needn't have worried. Sarah was much too polite to say anything or even
notice. She was still trying to come to terms with how her boyfriend had
turned into this drop-dead gorgeous babe. She still didn't know if she could
handle it. It had all happened too suddenly.
Of course she fancied him as Phil but as Candy? Could she cope with him
mincing around the flat in high heels and a frock?
Candy asked the question she'd asked before "So, Sarah, do you still want to
move in?"
"I'm not sure, it's all happened so suddenly. Give me time to think about it,"
Sarah replied.
part 2
Candy sat drinking tea in her living room looking very pretty; shoulder length
blonde hair and a short, black dress revealing legs to die for. Candy's partner
sat opposite in a T-shirt and a pair of faded jeans.
This was a little unusual because underneath Candy's feminine exterior, she
was really a bloke called Phil who had just come out about his cross-dressing
habit to his girl-friend, Sarah.
Sarah was still trying to take it all in.
"Do you want me to change back now?" Candy asked her.
"What do you want to do?" Sarah replied not committing herself. "I don't
mind but..." She hesitated.
"But what?"
"Well if you want to stay dressed as Candy, you really ought not to wear that
dress. It's an evening dress and you should be wearing something more
informal. Jeans and a top. Or maybe a skirt and a blouse." Perhaps Sarah
was just being pedantic. After all you could wear what you liked when you
liked these days and Candy seemed to be living proof of that. In reality Sarah
wanted to see what other outfits Candy had. After all she was bound to be
curious.
Candy didn't mind. The stilettos were already beginning to make her feet
ache and her suspenders were hardly designed for comfort. "Yes, I suppose
you're right. I'd better go and change." She got up and left the room.
Sarah was tempted to follow. Which bedroom would she go into to change?
Would she come back as Candy or Phil? Sarah asked herself which version
of her boyfriend she wanted and she really didn't know the answer. She
wanted to know more about his little habit.
She waited impatiently. When Candy hadn't returned in five minutes, Sarah
guessed that it wouldn't be Phil who came back. Men never take that long
even when they have to remove nail varnish and make-up. Women on the
other hand ...
Candy was taking her time. There was no rush. What had Sarah suggested?
Jeans and a top. Maybe a skirt and a blouse. It couldn't be jeans, Candy
didn't have any. Except for Phil's of course but they didn't count; they were
all the wrong shape. Anyway what was the point of dressing up like this just
to put on trousers? It would have to be a skirt. Not a long one - Candy only
possessed short ones.
Candy went through her wardrobe before settling on a denim mini-skirt that
buttoned up the front. Not too short but slightly shorter than the dress she
had on. She found some natural coloured tights, a pair of shoes with only a
two inch heel and a flattering feminine blouse. She spotted the chestnut
brown wig and decided that it would complete the look. A few minutes later
she was dressed, had touched up her make-up and was admiring herself in
the full-length mirror. "Perfect," she thought, somewhat immodestly.
Sarah was impressed when Candy returned. Then to try and prove how
ordinary it was, Candy undertook her normal Saturday afternoon routine of
dusting and hoovering. Sarah was impressed at how comfortable Candy
seemed as she cleaned up the house. Did she always do it in a skirt?
"Candy," Sarah said as her partner dusted a bookshelf. "Does anyone else
know about your ... your hobby?"
"No, except ..."
"Except who?"
"An old girl-friend of mine. Michelle she was called. I told her when she
started getting serious."
"And?"
"She left me. Walked out. I've not seen her since."
"And you've never been out en femme?"
"Never. Although once I decided to go to a fancy dress party as a St Trinian's
girl. I got dressed up. White blouse, blazer, school tie, little pleated skirt,
stockings, suspenders, hair in plaits and ribbons. Then I didn't go."
"Why not?"
"I hadn't got the bottle. I think I thought I looked too realistic! Someone
might have thought I was like that, you know."
"But you are like that."
"Yes, I know, but I didn't want them to know I was like that."
Sarah nodded. She tried to imagine Candy in a school-uniform while she
said, "So I'm the only person who's seen you as Candy?"
Candy said yes.
After a pause Sarah said, "Candy, I've got to go to Sainsbury's this
afternoon. Wouldn't you like to go with me?"
"Like this?"
"Why not?"
"Why not? One good reason. I'm a bloke dressed in a mini-skirt."
"So, no-one would know."
"But..."
"Don't but me. If you want to dress like that then you've got to be prepared
to go out like that," Sarah retorted.
"Oh, it's easy for you to say that. You'll be in your jeans while I'll be
walking down the supermarket with my arse practically showing."
"Come on, no-one forced you to put that skirt on. It's not that short anyway.
It's OK as long as you don't sit down." Candy didn't say anything. She was
weakening. Sarah played her trump card. "I tell you what, if you come with
me, I'll wear a mini-skirt, too."
A half-smile broke out on Candy's face. For months Phil had been trying
unsuccessfully to persuade Sarah to wear short skirts. "But you haven't got
any mini-skirts."
"No, but you have. Can I borrow one of yours? I'm sure it'll fit." This
would have a double purpose. Firstly it might tempt Candy to go out and
secondly it would give Sarah a chance to look in Candy's wardrobe and she
was very curious.
Candy was thinking. "Right. Listen. You'll have to drive. I can't risk the
police stopping me and looking at my licence. You do all the talking at the
store. If we see anyone we know you just nod hello to them and don't get
into any conversations. We go straight there and come straight back. OK?"
"Agreed. Can I go and change?"
Candy nodded and Sarah headed for the pink room. She was looking
forward to trying a short skirt on. She had already mentally given in to Phil's
pressure but hadn't bought one yet. Now she didn't even have to buy one.
She opened the wardrobe and saw an Aladdin's Cave of outfits. There was
the St. Trinian's costume Candy had described. A French maid's outfit and a
nurses uniform. None of the garments was particularly long. Sarah wasn't
tempted to wear any of them. Sarah spent five minutes looking before
deciding on a pale blue top and tight black micro-skirt. She found a pair of
black tights in the top drawer and was soon sitting at Candy's dressing table
putting on Candy's blonde wig. Then she spent nearly fifteen minutes
applying Candy's make-up on her face. No way was she going to put in the
shade by her boyfriend. She found a necklace and a bracelet in Candy's
jewellery box and emerged ten minutes later a changed woman.
Candy was getting nervous - not for the first time today. She was already
regretting saying yes to Sarah until her partner emerged. Candy's jaw
dropped at the second transformation of the day. Sarah looked just as sexy as
Candy did.
They slipped out of the flat without anyone noticing. Candy kept thinking that
a thousand eyes were watching her. She felt certain that she saw a net curtain
twitch but they were soon in the safe haven of Phil's car. Candy breathed a
sigh of relief. Sarah drove and they parked as close as possible to the shop
entrance.
No-one paid them any special attention. They were just two girls out
shopping. They caught the attentions of one young man but there was no
hassle. The most embarrassment was when Sarah picked up a pack of
sanitary towels and putting them in the trolley said, "You need some of these,
don't you?"
The longer they were there the more elated Candy became. She was so proud
of herself and Sarah shared her pleasure. They wheeled the trolley back to the
car and Candy realised that she didn't have to do the man's job of lifting the
bags into the boot. She had been worried that as she bent over she might be
indecent. Sarah was not so tall and didn't have so far to bend. Anyway she
had more experience of this.
Soon they were safely back inside the car. Candy looked at Sarah. "Oh,
thank you for taking me, Sarah, I really enjoyed it."
"I enjoyed taking you. Now give me a kiss." Candy leaned over and gave
Sarah a peck on the lips. "No, a real kiss."
Candy could feel Sarah's hot breath on her face. Suddenly their lips were
rubbing, their tongues forcing their mouths open and touching. Sarah started
to feel Candy's nyloned thigh and Candy followed suit. Candy's hand was
feeling right up Sarah's skirt. Under her own skirt, Candy's gaffe was
struggling to restrain its contents. I'm ruining my lipstick thought Candy and
I don't care.
(fin)
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