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The Dress
by Diann
Looking around the second hand shop, I spotted a pretty, solid blue
dress that looked about my size. I'm not the easiest person to fit a dress for
either, at 6' 3" and almost 300 pounds, not to mention my being a male is
quite a deterrent for finding something pretty and feminine. Still, since I was
a kid I had a fascination for them. The soft fabrics, the pleasing color
combinations and the lovely patterns to those color combinations were too
enticing to resist. This simple blue dress beckoned to me from a dozen feet
away.
I went over to the rack it was hanging on and ran my hand over the
fabric. As my hand touched the shiny, silky blue fabric, I knew that this
dress was mine. I picked it up from the rack and verified the sizing (a 28 ... I
wish I could knock that down a bit) then headed for the cashier. I paid the
bill and took it home, eager to try it on.
I got home and quickly went to my room, avoiding my mother's
demand for attention for a few moments so I can put away my package. I've
been living with my mother for the past few years (I'm just under thirty years
old) helping her out with the things her arthritis won't let her do anymore. I
start my laundry, so I'd have something to wear to work the next day, then I
retreated into my inner sanctum affectionately known as my bedroom.
I started going through my feminine wardrobe, built up carefully over
the years to keep my cross-dressing habits out of my mother's view (she's so
closed-minded about 'alternative lifestyles' I could just cry sometimes). I
pulled out my matching black nylon bra and panty set, then reached up onto
the closet shelf and pulled down the boxes with my breast forms. After
laying the items out on my bed, I started the dressing process by shaving,
then taking a nice, warm shower to clean all the slimy sweat off of my body.
After the shower, I took a relaxing bath with some oil I procured at Victoria's
Secret while getting my mother her Christmas present.
I came out of the bath smelling and feeling as feminine as I had in
ages. Crossing the hall to my bedroom with the towel wrapped around my
waist, I smiled to my reflection in the mirror at the end of the hall. After I
closed and locked the door to my room, I tossed the towel aside, then turned
to the open closet door to get the last of my foundation garments ... a slinky
purple nylon slip. I put on the various pieces of clothing, inserting the breast
forms into the lacy black underwire bra. As I pulled the slip over my body I
caught my usual portly (a lot like I'm seven months pregnant, even though
it's just male paunch) image in the mirror mounted on the back of my door.
With great care I reached into the closet to pull out my new dress,
hanging from a matching padded hangar. After taking the dress off the
hangar, I step into the dress and work it up over my belly so I could put my
arms into the short sleeves (3/4 length actually, long sleeves don't usually
work with me as they're proportioned differently from my frame). I reach to
the rear zipper and carefully work it up making sure it doesn't snag on the
foundation garments. As the zipper tab comes to a stop, I felt a wave of
nausea wash over me.
I looked around the room and see everything has been slightly altered
somehow ... as if it all had been slightly enlarged. It wasn't by very much,
but to me it was noticed. That was when I happened to look at the mirror
mounted on the wall behind the door. Reflected back was one of the most
stunning young ladies I had ever seen. Right away I knew the logic of
assuming I had changed had been correct, but I was more curious as to how
it happened. Of course I confirmed the looks if the body by touching the
more sensitive areas. My breasts were still comfortably ensconced in the lacy
black bra, but I received the sensations of being touched from not only my
fingertips playing with my nipples, but from the electric sensations that those
nipples were sending to my brain. This was also confirmation of the crotch
area's changes as I started feeling a dampness pervading my nether regions (I
usually wear a pad in my panties, but I ran out about a month ago, when I
last felt a need to dress completely). I stopped playing with myself (for the
time being) and opened the door.
Walking out into the hall, I not only noticed that I was smaller than I
used to be, but that my clothes had shrunk to fit my new form perfectly. The
heels on my feet felt so sexy and comfortable (despite what their reputation
may be). I felt my hair, now long enough that it fell to my waist despite it
being fairly curly at that point. The mirror at the end of the hall displayed my
supermodel's physique sashaying toward and away from it with a smile
playing across my face. The clip-on earrings I wore sparkled with their
silvery sheen as I passed under the lone light bulb in the hallway, as did the
dainty gold necklace with its heart-shaped pendant disappearing under the
neckline of my dress. My fingernails also sparkled with a flashing red flare
of color, showing off what appeared to be perfectly manicured nails with
layers of red lacquer over them as opposed to my stubby, half-bitten former
nails. I walked into the bathroom with a satisfied click of my heels on the
white polished tiles. I just had to see my face closer and in brighter light than
the dim bulb in the lone lamp in my bedroom or the more distant, harsh light
in the hallway.
The fluorescent tubes in the bathroom sputtered to life and I walked
up to the small counter space by the sink. I leaned in close to the glass,
giving myself a 'man's eye view' of my new cleavage. I involuntarily let out
a long whistle as I saw my breasts sitting prettily in their lace cups. I turned
my concentration to my face, which was as feminine in form as I could have
ever imagined on any woman. Soft, kissable, pouty lips smiled sweetly,
showing off the barest hint of dimpled cheeks. My eyes, formerly a pale
blue, had taken on a deeper, more intense hue while my lashes seemed to
stretch out a mile, with a gentle upward curl that could almost touch my
sexily arched eyebrows. Even my teeth, which used to be stained by the
remnants of a dare at summer camp years and years ago (lighting sulfur-
tipped 'light anywhere' matches off of my teeth, one of my more lasting
instances of stupidity) were now bright, pearly white and perfectly formed.
I went back to fetch my purse from my bedroom, I was looking for
my wallet, to see just how far this change went. Obviously it was localized
to my person as my bedroom didn't change, but the clothes I wore did. I
took out my wallet and found my driver's license and right away I saw the
difference. My name and Social Security number were the same, as was my
hair & eye color (blond/blue as it always, though the hair used to be a bit
darker and the eyes lighter). Apparently, according to my changed ID I was
now 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighed in at a scant 116 pounds. The biggest
thing I noticed was that I was still almost thirty years old, which made me
giggle for a few moments.
I put my ID back in the wallet and then replaced it in my purse. I
added my keys and some makeup from my 'secret' drawer of femme
accessories. I also spritzed myself with some perfume before adding it to the
contents of my purse.
After taking a few moments to gather my courage, I decided to go
shopping. I walked out to my car and drove to the nearest mall (all of about a
mile and a half away). I parked in a far away corner so I could walk a little
extra distance (after all, I did have to watch my girlish figure now, everyone
else who was watching it as well was all optional). I went in via the food
court entrance, where the largest congregation of people would be. I wanted
to see what the reactions would be to my supermodel's body.
As I approached the glass entry doors to the mall, a man on his way
out of the building held the door open for me. He waved me through with a
flourish of his free hand while he executed a slight bow. I thanked him with
a wide, beaming smile and walked through the portal.
The concierge's desk stood at the other end of the short hallway
between the entry doors and the food court. While I purposely kept my pace
to a slow walk despite my anxiousness to explore the whole mall, I made it a
point to casually look through the windows of the restaurants on either side
of the walkway. My gaze fell upon many men eyeing me with appreciation
apparent in their faces (not to mention a few with their tongues hanging out of
their mouths, it was as if they've never seen a girl before). I circled the desk
and studied the tourist's literature in their convenient niches at various points
around the glass-topped circular desk. The clerk on duty smiled at me and
gave me a friendly greeting asking if she could help me with anything. I
politely said no thanks (since it was the first time I really spoke in this
womanly body, I was pleasantly surprised at how sexily melodic it was,
making me wonder what I would sounded like when I was singing). She
took the business card she had displayed in an inconspicuous display, she
scribbled something on the back of the card then handed it to me. She said
that if I ever needed anything that I should give her a call. I gave her my
name and pager number in return, saying that if she ever wanted to get
together outside of her job, I'd love to see her again. I could tell she was
excited, because she was turning a cute shade of red. I looked at what she
wrote for her phone number before I teasingly inserted it into my bra cup, at
which point she gasped with astonishment. I just gave her a smile and said
that this way I won't lose it. As I continued my way through the mall, I was
surprised at the ease with which I had acted so feminine, not to mention
seductively. Of course that was with another girl that I was such a flirt, and I
was serious about wanting to see her outside of her job. If this
transformation was a permanent thing I think I might have found a lesbian
lover, but my guess (or should I say my hope) was that when I took off this
dress I would change back. In the meantime I'll just have some fun looking
through the stores.
I looked at my wrist for my traditional watch and realized I never got
around to buying an appropriate watch for when I decide to dress up. I
bravely walked up to a young man nearby and politely asked him what time it
was. Luckily for me he was equally polite as he smiled, then looked at his
watch. He gave me the time. Then he got brave and asked me if I was
waiting for my boyfriend. I blushed slightly and said I wasn't. He
responded by asking if I had plans for the evening, since it was about an hour
before the mall closed. I shook my head in a negative, and he asked if I
would 'give him the honor' of being my escort to dinner tonight. I thought it
over for a moment, then decided I could always use a free dinner, as long as
there are no strings attached. I said as much, to which he agreed, saying he
just wanted to get to know 'a pretty lady' like me. He put out his arm and I
rested my arm in it for the duration of the journey out another entrance to the
mall to his car, where he drove me over to my car, and from there I drove to a
nearby Denny's where we had agreed to meet.
Jim, my escort, was waiting at the door to the restaurant when I
arrived. We grabbed a booth and I ordered an iced tea. He ordered a couple
appetizers and some coffee to drink. We spent a couple of hours just getting
to know each other. I told him about my life, changing only the gender-
specific instances that I was telling him (like Boy scouts became Girl scouts,
and my few times of referring to my boyhood, became my childhood). We
had quite a few things in common as we regaled each other with our personal
tales, and he admitted that he was attracted to me as a person, not just as
another sexual conquest, even though that was a part of it as well.
At the end of our evening, he offered me his pager number and I gave
him mine as well, saying that I'd like to see him again as a friend, but that if
there's a romance to be had, I would prefer it to evolve from a strong
friendship first. To my surprise he agreed, saying that it was good that we
didn't rush into things. He continued by saying his last girlfriend burned him
by dumping him just after he slept with her, and that the totality of the
relationship was a bit under two weeks, and that the emotional scars were still
somewhat fresh. We parted for the evening with a hug and a kiss on the
cheek.
I drove home and saw that the lights were out, which meant either my
mom was asleep or out still. I circled the complex and checked our assigned
parking spot, just to make sure her car wasn't there. I parked on the street by
the closest entrance to the complex. Trying to keep my heels from making an
inordinate amount of noise, I walked to the door and unlocked it quickly. I
opened the door to a dark room, so I knew that mom was out. I turned the
outside light on and closed the door behind me, locking it out of habit. I
turned on the living room light, which illuminated the small dining area as
well. Propped up on the table was a note saying that mom was out for the
evening to one of the local casinos, and that she would be home late.
I retired for the night to my bedroom after tossing the few pieces of
clothing from the washing machine into the dryer. I looked at the various
hangers and boxes for my femme wear, then I muttered to myself that I might
as well see if I change back by taking off the dress. I unzip and slowly work
the dress off my body, leaving me standing in a bra and panties, slip and
garter, hose and shoes and jewelry, and underneath all that I was still
completely female.
Before I went any further I put Joan's business card in my purse,
thinking that she might be an interesting girlfriend since I apparently was
going to stay feminine for the rest of my days. I hung up the dress and
decided I should take a shower before I went to sleep for the night. I quickly
stripped off the rest of my undergarments and stood in front of the mirror
wearing my necklace and earrings, admiring the streamlined feminine person
I had become. My pert breasts were stiffening as my thoughts turned to
being someone's girlfriend (whether it's as Jim's or Joan's girlfriend didn't
matter).
I absently unclipped my earrings and placed them in my improvised
jewelry box (it used to be a tackle box, but I never was a fishing type), then I
reached to unclasp the necklace and put it away as well. As soon as I had
pulled the chain away from my neck, I felt another wave of nausea wash over
me, and my male hands finished putting the necklace away. A smile crossed
my face as my male body, with all the undesirable qualities, was made
known again with a massive erection.
I took a shower and was in bed well before my mom got back from
the casino, I had to masturbate before I was calmed down enough to fall
asleep though. My dreams were filled with fantasies or Jim and Joan and I
was girlfriend to both of them. I awoke with a memory of a dream where I
was a bride to both of them in a three-way wedding ceremony where I
married Joan then Jim, promising each that I would love them as a proper
wife should.
At work that day I got pages from both Jim and Joan, who left very
erotic voice-mail messages for me. At least they asked me to call them back
'when I get a chance.' My fantasies involving both of them almost drive me
to distraction while I'm carrying out my duties.
I get home from work about a half hour before mom does, so I grab
the cordless phone off its charger and go into my room, quickly stripping off
my clothes and putting on my blue dress. I'm dialing even as the familiar
wave of nausea passes over me, letting my sexy, sultry "inner woman" out.
I have to split the time available between my two suitors, who want to get
together with me. If not tonight, then over the weekend at least. I tell Jim
that I already have plans for this weekend with one of my girlfriends (Joan,
of course), but I can see him next weekend if he wants (which he does).
Joan wants to take me shopping at the mall, an "employee's only" sale, she
says. The catch is that it occurs after mall hours. I agree, saying that I could
use a few new outfits for my wardrobe. She says she's looking forward to
seeing me.
I get off the phone a few minutes before my mom usually gets home,
so I quickly strip off the dress, bringing back my naked male form. I put on
a pair of shorts and hang the dress up again, shaking my head in near
disbelief that I have a date with a girl ... a shopping date as a girl is the
unbelievable part though, and what happens afterward is anybody's guess.
Fin ... for now???
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