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My Los Angeles Halloween
By Mellissa Lynn
Dear Diary,
Last night was Halloween. I was going out with Lana, Tim, and
Phil, and decided to introduce my real self. Boy, am I glad I did!
After a hard day at work, I started making preparations for the
evening. The first thing I did was to go shopping for some last-minute things
(hose, etc.), then headed back to my apartment. I immediately went into the
back bathroom and went to work.
I started by slathering myself with depilatory and letting it do its
thing. Then I hopped into the shower, emerging clean and as hairless as the
day I was born. It doesn't matter how many times I do this, I always enjoy
the feeling of my clean, soft, hairless skin.
Next came the "bodywork", as I call it. I have a bit of a tummy and
I'm not rich enough to drop money for a good control item, so I've come up
with my own invention. It's cheap (about $30.00 total) and effective. I took
out a roll of kitchen plastic wrap (the real clingy type) and wrapped it around
my waist and lower ribcage. I followed this with clear packing tape pulled as
taut as I could get it. On top of this, I put some flesh-colored medical tape,
followed by a light coat of liquid latex. After blending the edges into my
natural skin with liquid base, my creation not only looked natural, it also took
about six inches off my waist (I'm a natural 38).
The resulting flesh tends to shift upward when I do this. I used this
to help sculpt breasts. I cut off two more strips of the flesh-colored medical
tape. Using one hand, I cupped the flesh of my left breast and pushed
upward as much as I could. While holding myself like this, I applied the tape
directly under my hand. When I let go, I had, instead of a saggy lump of
flesh, a small but perfect female breast. I followed the same procedure on the
other side.
Next came the corselet. I have three, depending on how small I can
cinch myself down prior to putting it on. Last night I wore the smallest one.
I wrapped it around myself and hooked it up, removing the detachable bra.
At this point, my waist was whittled down to a very nice-looking 26 inches.
Now came the brand-new Wonderbra I'd bought just for the
occasion. I leaned forward and let my newly-formed breasts fall forward into
the cups, then stood up. The effect was nice for a normal outing, but I was
going out for Halloween, and decided to make myself bustier.
I pulled out my breast forms. These were of particular pride to me.
I'd found them at a handicapped supply store. They are actual mastectomy
forms that women use after having their breasts removed. The owner usually
sold the things for about $250.00, but these were a discontinued model. She
sold them to me for $50.00 and gave me three bras to use with them. I
placed them into the cups of the Wonderbra, pulling my own small titties
upward and over them. I looked in the mirror again. Now I had the effect I
wanted!
The Wonderbra was a 38C. With the addition of my forms, I looked
like Anna Nicole Smith trying to wear the thing! I had cleavage spilling out
over the top and a firm, full look overall. I rubbed my hands over them and
watch my nipples harden.
Next I got out my flesh-colored gaffe and slid it up to my knees. I
got some ice and numbed my crotch out, then forced my testicles up into their
natural resting place. I grabbed my now- minuscule manhood and pulled it
back and up into the crack of my ass. I quickly pulled the gaffe up into place
and looked down at myself, leaning over my abundant breasts to do so.
There was absolutely no clue to any maleness about my body. My
gaffe had done its job perfectly. I nodded, satisfied, and got out my makeup
kit.
The first thing I did was improve the look of my cleavage even more.
I took a dark brown shadow and worked it deep into the already deep valley
between my breasts. A touch of blush over the tops made my breasts seem to
just jump out of the corselet.
Next came the decision about colors. It started with wigs; I had a
choice between three, and finally settled on my curly blonde one. It hangs
about mid-back and stands about four inches out. Big hair!
I trimmed my brows to an acceptable feminine size and shape. After
wiping them with a damp washcloth to remove any last stragglers, I pulled
out another of my own inventions. In a small Tupperware container, I had
some powder I'd concocted. It was a mix of baby powder, the ink from four
brown magic markers, and water, all baked in a microwave. The resulting
powder makes the best beard concealer I've ever used.
After I was satisfied that I'd worked the stuff deep enough into my
follicle pores, I pulled out my concealer stick. Some women don't like these
things, but I'll swear by them any day of the week, especially if I have to
manually shave prior to applying my makeup. I use it to change the look of
my jawline, my nose, and my cheeks.
Finally I'm ready for regular makeup! I spread a nice even layer of
base over my face and began painting my new canvas. Lipstick, blush,
shadow, mascara, liners...all went on in a pre-set order, according to the
drawing I'd made up prior to starting.
When I finished, I looked at my face in the mirror. Now I had only
two things left to do! I went to the bedroom. I drew my sheer, off-black
hose up my legs, loving as always the feel of nylon on bare skin. I followed
that with the just-above-the-knee- length denim skirt I'd found at the thrift
store for $2.00. (I LOVE thrift stores!)
Next came the piece de resistance. I'd found a black stretchy
minidress at the same thrift store for 99 cents. It was WAY too short for me
to wear as a dress, but it made an outstanding blouse! I pulled it on, tucked
the bottom into my skirt top, and grinned. My cleavage looked like the Grand
Canyon now! I also looked like I'd lost another half-inch from my waist.
I slipped my cowboy boots on, grabbed the denim vest I'd gotten just
hours earlier, put it on, slipped a black belt around my waist, and went back
into the bathroom.
I deliberately didn't look in the mirror as I put my wig on and brushed
it out around my head. I was saving that for the final effect. I put a touch of
wiggle in my butt and went out to the bedroom, to the full-length mirror.
I was so overcome with what I saw in the mirror that I almost never
left the house. I was drop-dead gorgeous! The only thing that even came
close to giving me away was my height (6 foot even), and with my figure
control, even that wasn't as noticeable.
I checked the clock; I still had plenty of time before I was to meet
everyone. I sat down at my kitchen table and applied my nails, giving them
plenty of loving care. When I finished, my hands no longer looked in the
least masculine.
I went back into my bedroom and pulled out my jewelry case. I drew
out my favorite silver/turquoise set, slid the earrings into my lobes, and put
the choker around my neck. I'd had this set custom-made, and it fit like a
glove! I slid the ring on my finger and put the watch (again custom-made to
match the set) around my wrist.
I set up my 35mm camera on the tripod and got the remote for it out
of my camera bag. I usually didn't do this, but tonight I wanted pictures! I
shot close to a rolls worth. Then I left to meet everyone else at their
apartment.
I stopped at a pay phone before arriving. I got Lana and asked her to
leave the front door unlocked and everyone in the kitchen. I wanted to
surprise them. She said okay, and I hung up. I drove over and slipped in the
door, then yelled out to them and asked if they were ready. Then I wrapped
one leg around the door jamb and made my grand, "showgirl" entrance.
Tim went to the window and looked out. He probably gave the
neighbors a laugh in his pirate costume. I asked him what he was doing and
he said, "Looking for Mark! There's no WAY that you're him!"
I grinned, curtseyed and said, "Why thank you, sir! I worked hard to
get this appearance!"
Lana was looking daggers at me. "You realize I can't go out now?"
she growled.
"Why not?"
"Because I'll be bored all night watching you out dancing with every
guy in the place!" she replied with a grin. She was joking, of course. She
was every bit as good-looking as I was, if not better! She was wearing a
belly-dancer's costume. It was real; she had actually worked as one before.
Phil still hadn't said anything. His mouth was just hanging open.
Phil had dressed as Bogart from "The Maltese Falcon". "What's wrong?" I
asked, going over and sitting in the chair next to him, moving his hat out of
the way.
I guess that was the wrong move, because it flustered him even more.
He turned bright red in the face. However, I also noticed a rise in his Levis.
We went to a little club called the Bell and Whistle. It was a nice little
pub, with their own house band, a couple of pool tables, a dart board, and a
couple of shuffleboard tables. Tim insisted that we "ladies" precede him and
Phil inside.
I could feel the eyes undressing Lana and I the minute we walked in
the door. I gave out a small involuntary shudder. I wasn't used to going into
a regular club, and especially not here, dressed this way. Lana had been
looking at me peculiarly ever since I had arrived at the apartment; now she
seemed to sense that I was a little nervous. She gave my hand a quick
squeeze and said, "Relax. I don't think anyone here will even recognize you.
Go with the flow and you'll have fun tonight." As it turned out, she was
absolutely right. She suggested that I not enter the costume contest; she said
that no one there would believe I wasn't a girl, and I'd never be able to go
back if I showed them who I really was.
Instead, she gave me a quick tour of what a genetic girl does in clubs.
I was introduced as Mellissa, her friend from out of town who hadn't arrived
in time to get a costume. She was determined that I have fun and, Diary, I
did! We danced with the men all night, not just Tim and Phil, but it seemed
like every man there. I'd danced with men before, but these were guys I
actually knew, who didn't know me this way. We were plied with drinks,
received several offers to go elsewhere, got a bunch of phone numbers, and
generally were treated like royalty.
The inevitable trip to the ladies' room was quite interesting! Not the
room itself, I'd made that voyage long ago. It seemed that every woman
there, again several whom I knew, decided to go at the same time; I found out
why when we were inside. Everyone wanted to meet the new girl in town!
They made me feel really welcome, and within a few moments, we were all
laughing and gossiping like schoolgirls about the guys we were with and the
other guys present.
Unfortunately, the night had to end. I really didn't want to go home.
The next day was Saturday, none of us had to work the next day, so we
decided to go out to the beach before heading home. It was a beautiful night,
the moon almost full and the sky clear as crystal. Lana pulled me ahead a bit
for some girl talk.
"Finally! I've been trying to get you alone all evening!" she
exclaimed. She looked at me a minute and laughed. "You know, Mellissa, I
could use a girl with your height and looks in my job. You know I'm a scout
for a modeling agency. With your build, you could make a bundle, and it
would have to be better work than the factory job you have now." She'd
suddenly turned serious.
"I don't know, Lana," I said, although inwardly I was dancing. "I
mean, I only do this occasionally-"
"Bull," she interrupted. "You're FAR too good at this to only do it
once in awhile. At a guess, I'd say Mellissa's out and about at least once a
week, and has been for quite a long time. Am I right?"
"Is it that obvious?" I asked. "And if it is, do you think that Tim or
Phil have figured it out?"
"Yes and most likely. Not that it matters. They're your friends,
dearie, they'll never say a word. Besides, if I'm not mistaken, Phil's quite,
shall we say, taken with you like this." The look on my face stopped her.
"You DID know he's bi, didn't you?"
WOW! I thought. Maybe the party's not quite over yet after all.
"No, I didn't," I answered. "I have noticed him throwing looks at me all
night, though."
"He once told me he had a fantasy about making love to a good-
looking transvestite," she said. "Seeing you looking like you do, he's
probably ready to cream his jeans right now." She looked at me steadily.
"The question is, how about you? Is Mellissa straight, or a lesbian?"
"Bi," I said, grinning.
"YES!" she exclaimed, laughing. "I just won ten bucks from Tim."
I laughed. "I better get half, then!"
"You haven't answered the question yet, though. Are you
interested?"
"In Phil?"
"No, in the man in the moon! OF COURSE in Phil!"
I thought it over, looking back over my shoulder at him. Phil was
good-looking, in a slightly bookish way. He was quite smart, and had a
great personality. "Yeah," I decided, turning my attention back to Lana, "I
guess I am."
"Have you ever...?"
"Oh, yeah," I said. "On more than one occasion. Someday we'll
have to get together and compare notes."
"That would be fun!" she said, her eyes sparkling. "I really like you
like this, Mellissa. I'd like to see you more often."
I felt a warmth in my chest. "Then maybe I should take you up on
your offer of a job."
"Anytime, doll, anytime. I'm very serious about that. You could
make a LOT of money doing that." She got a mischievous look on her face,
and said softly, "Shh, the guys are coming. I'm going to take Tim out for a
little stroll of our own. If things go the way I hope, maybe we can double-
date soon. Good luck!"
I squeezed her arm. "You too."
Well, I'm not going to go into details, even to you, Diary, about how
the rest of the evening went, except to say that it was wonderful and Phil's
quite well-built, and a very gentle lover. I might actually be in love. Lana
spent some quality time with Tim, and now it looks like they may be a
couple. I guess Phil and I are, too; Tim doesn't care and no one else is going
to tell.
Lana and I spent almost two hours on the phone today, talking and
comparing notes. It seems we're both walking a bit bow-legged now. We
talked at some length about me coming to work for her; she's going to get me
set up to do a portfolio to show her bosses. She warned me that modeling is
hard work, but it pays pretty well. And like she said, it's got to be better than
working in a factory!
Well, I've got to go now, Diary. I have to go get ready for tonight.
The four of us are double-dating, and Lana and I are going out to get new
outfits. I'll let you know tomorrow how the evening goes.
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