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FINDING THE PERFECT MATE
by BARBARA
Hank's hesitation was to be his doom, or at least he thought it would
be. Why had he just laid there when she talked about a skirt? Did she know?
What was to happen to him? How had he gotten himself into this mess?
It had all started out innocently enough. His employer was sponsoring
a company retreat in Las Vegas. In part, it was the usual "What's new in
Electronics" thing. More importantly, it was a means of acquainting the
people in the Boston office, where Hank worked, with the people in the San
Jose office. The company wanted the employees to develop close personal
contacts with employees in the other office. Personal contacts were helpful in
smoothing out the inevitable problems that would arise between the two
places of business.
Hank had completed a computer questionnaire to be matched with
someone from San Jose that had similar interests. Being considered a little bit
of a nerd because he liked Beethoven, Hank thought he would pull some
Milquetoast who would want to play the piano all night. Instead, he drew the
most luscious -and single- blonde in the hotel. Jeanette sang in the San Jose
choir, which had recently performed Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, and
liked Beethoven as much as Hank. She and Hank hit it off immediately and
began to look for something to do around town that would be interesting to
both of them.
Las Vegas is not a city devoid of culture. It's just not advertised in 5
foot letters constructed from neon lights. Neither is it mentioned in the free
advertisements any male can easily acquire on the strip. Nevertheless, Hank
and Jeanette found a string quartet performance at the University scheduled
for that afternoon listed in the newspaper's culture section. After a lingering
lunch, over which they discussed their mutual love of music, Hank and
Jeanette drove over to the University to attend the concert.
On the return trip, they passed one of those new "mega" music stores
and decided to browse through it. There was a large classical section, and
Jeanette soon grabbed Hank, very excitedly, while waving a cd in his face.
"Look at this. It's all of Caruso's old recordings. I haven't even seen this in
San Francisco yet. Let's get it, and we can listen to it in my room. I brought
my portable cd player with me." Before Hank could say anything, Jeanette
had paid for Caruso and was on her way out the door.
It was only a short trip back to the hotel, and Jeanette was soon sitting
on her bed listening to the ancient voice sing Pagliacci. Hank sat next to her,
and when Jeanette laid back, Hank followed. It was time to try his luck.
Now Hank was straight. He liked women, but he also had a fetish that
he had never revealed to anyone. Hank liked women's clothing. He was a
crossdresser and would often get dressed up when he was home alone. He
liked the feel of satin against his body, the feel of a bra strap across his back,
and the gentle push of the cups against his chest. It was a pleasurable feeling,
especially if he didn't have a date for the evening.
In any event, he wasn't thinking about panties just then. He was
thinking about Jeanette and the pleasure he could have over the next few
hours rolling between the sheets. He placed his arm across her chest just
below her breasts, raised his head and moved over to kiss her. His lips
touched hers, but he received no reaction. Jeanette just laid there as if Hank
meant nothing to her.
Thinking he had not made an impression on her, Hank pulled back and
was about ready to stand up and leave. Jeanette looked at him, "It's not
anything you've done Hank. It's me. You're a nice guy, but I would only be
interested in you if you were wearing a skirt."
Hank hesitated, and it was that hesitation that he thought would be his
doom. Jeanette noticed his hesitation and quickly guessed what it might
mean. Without any hesitation of her own, she continued, "and a blouse, and
a bra and panties." She could feel Hank tense. "Hank, do you want to have
some more fun?"
"What kind of fun?"
"Do you trust me? Will you do everything I say? I want us both to have
so much fun we will never forget it. What do you say?"
Hank's mind had never felt so much like concrete. He didn't know
what to say. Without giving it any thought, he heard himself say, "OK."
Jeanette stood up, "Come with me," and she walked toward the
bathroom. Hank followed. "Take off your shirt," she said.
Hank obeyed, while Jeanette retrieved a large plastic bottle from her
bag on the counter. "This is for the hair," she said while pouring some of the
liquid from the bottle on her hand and rubbing it over his chest and arms. "I
need to step out for about 30 or 40 minutes. You take off your pants and
underwear and rub this stuff all over your legs. Make sure you get all the way
up your thigh. The bottle says to wash it off after 15 minutes, but you'll
probably need 30. There's a lot of hair to remove. When you've finished,
step into the shower and rinse it off. You should use some of the lotion in my
bag to soothe the skin. You'll also need a close shave. You can use my razor.
It's a lady's razor, but it will do the job."
Hank was dumbfounded. He had no idea what to say. He must have
looked like a lost puppy to Jeanette. When she shut the door to the bathroom,
he removed his pants and underwear and spread the liquid goo all over his
legs. It was an excruciatingly long wait; but thirty minutes later, he stepped
into the shower and rinsed off the liquid. All of his body hair below his chin
went with it. He was silky smooth everywhere. He couldn't believe it. He
felt great.
After applying some lotion to his tender skin, he pulled Jeanette's razor
from the bag and began to shave. The steam from the shower had softened up
his stubble considerably, and he was getting a close shave.
About two-thirds of the way through the shave, Hank heard the door
open. It was Jeanette. "Are you finished, Hank, dear?"
"Almost. Another five minutes." Hank finished the shave and
announced, "I'm finished."
"Good. Put some of that lotion on your face and then put these on."
Jeanette stuck her hand through the door and gave Hank a pair of pink panties
and a pair of pantyhose.
Hank slapped the lotion on his face and picked up the panties. He put
them on, one leg at a time, and pulled them up. The feel of the nylon over the
hairless leg was the most sensuous feeling Hank had ever experienced. He
was almost in ecstacy. He then rolled up one leg of the pantyhose and slipped
it up to his knee. He repeated the action with the other leg and pulled the
pantyhose to his waist. If the panties had been sensuous, the feel of the
pantyhose on his bare legs was indescribable. The feeling did not stop. Each
second, Hank could feel the hose gently pushing against every nerve ending
in his hairless legs. It was a dream come true.
"OK Hank, put on the bathrobe and come out. I have lots of work to
do."
Hank wondered what kind of work was needed but did as he was told.
Jeanette sat him in the chair under an array of lights and wrapped a large
towel around his neck. "Close your eyes unless I ask you to open them." She
began to rub something on his face and neck, first one layer and then another.
The second layer had the definite smell of makeup. He could feel her working
on his eyelids and eyebrows. It had to be eyeshadow and an eyebrow pencil.
"Open your eyes and look directly at my face." There was a large blur
in Hank's face as Jeanette applied a false eyelash to each eye and then a
generous dose of mascara. Next came another layer of a powder to the
cheekbones. It had to be rouge for the cheeks. Finally, Jeanette said, "Open
your mouth wide." Hank could taste and smell the lipstick being applied to
his lips. "Hmmm. Not a bad job," said Jeanette.
"What do I look like?" asked Hank. Hank had crossdressed but had
never used makeup. He was anxious to see what effect Jeanette's concoctions
had had on him.
"Don't look yet, I'm not finished. Here, finish getting dressed, and
then I'll let you take a look," was Jeanette's response. She handed him a pink
bra to match the panties, an embroidered half-slip and a camisole and pointed
to the bathroom. "A lady should dress in private, shouldn't she?" She also
handed him two breast forms to "fill-out" the bra.
Hank headed for the bathroom. He quickly slipped his arms through
the straps of the bra, pulled it tightly behind his back and fastened the clasp.
The strap pulled firmly across his back and the cups pushed against his chest.
He stepped into the slip pulling it up to his waist and then let the camisole fall
gently onto his shoulders. It was satin from the neck down, and it felt
wonderful. Finally, Hank inserted the breast forms into the cups of the bra.
"A 'C' cup, not bad," he thought.
"The rest of your outfit is on the bed. You can come out whenever you
wish."
Hank ventured from the bathroom. On the bed were a blue satin blouse
and a gray skirt. Hank picked up the blouse first and put it on. Hank didn't
have much difficulty with the buttons on the left side. He had done this many
times before. The blouse was solid blue with an open collar. It was a good
thing he had removed all of the hair from his chest. The neckline was a little
revealing.
The gray skirt came below the knee as Hank pulled it to his waist. He
reached behind himself, buttoned the button and pulled up the zipper. The
skirt fit tightly at the hips and waist and then fell straight to the hem. It was
the kind of skirt a professional woman would wear to work. A large black
belt pulled tightly around his middle gave the impression of a waist and hips
below.
Jeanette looked at her still incomplete creation. "Well, first of all,
'Hank' doesn't fit anymore, and I don't like 'Henrietta.' How about
'Barbara?' Do you like that name? It's an old family name."
"Sure."
"OK, Barbara, just a little more work." Jeanette reached into a large
box and came out with a beautiful, shoulder length, blonde wig and fitted it
over Hank's head. "You can have a look now."
Hank looked into the mirror. It was a woman and not Hank looking
back. "I could fool my own mother. It's wonderful."
"I'm glad you like it. Here, put these on," said Jeanette as she handed
him two earrings.
Hank held his head to one side to expose one ear and clipped the
earring in place. He repeated the procedure on the other ear. "Just like a girl. I
have to move my head to get the hair out of the way."
"A few more things, Barbara, and we're ready. Sit down."
"Ready for what?"
"Sit down, and I'll show you." Jeanette brought out a small box with
false fingernails and carefully glued one nail on top of each of Hank's nails.
She then added an off-red polish to each nail. "While that's drying, I'll take
care of this," said Jeanette as she brought out a pearl necklace and put it
around Hank's neck. She also brought out a bottle of perfume and spritzed
some on Hank's wrists and throat. " Here, try walking around in these." She
produced a pair of patent leather women's shoes from a shoe box in the
corner. "I prefer two inch heels, but you're already tall enough. The one inch
heels will do. At least the heel is narrow. Now I have to get ready."
"Ready for what?" asked Hank again.
"Dinner and a show. You don't think I went to all of this effort so that
you could sit home for the rest of the evening did you? Relax, you'll enjoy
yourself."
Hank was in shock. "I can't do that. I'm wearing a skirt. I can't go out
in public wearing a skirt!"
"Of course you can go out like that. You look positively wonderful.
Now get those shoes on and walk around a little on that narrow heel." Hank
put on the shoes and walked around the hotel room. It wasn't too difficult, he
had worn even higher heels many times before.
Jeanette was ready in a few minutes. She was as professionally attired
as Hank. "We should look like we are together," she said as she headed for
the door to the hallway. She grabbed one of two purses on the bed and
motioned to Hank to take the other. "Take it, it has everything a girl needs,"
she said.
Hank couldn't move. Jeanette picked up the purse, shoved it into one
of his hands and took the other hand in hers. The two of them stepped into
the hallway, and Jeanette shut the door. Retreat was out of the question now.
Jeanette had the key and his key was in his pants in Jeanette's room.
Hank looked about anxiously. Much to his relief, the hall was empty.
They walked to the elevator, with Jeanette leading the way. Hank lowered his
face as the door opened and they stepped in. There was an older couple in the
elevator who paid no attention to either Hank or Jeanette. He had passed his
first test. They had not noticed that he was a man in woman's clothing.
The elevator stopped at several more floors. Other people got on. Each
one took a quick look around to see who was on the elevator, but, again, no
one noticed that Hank was not exactly what he appeared to be. He was
becoming a little more comfortable with his appearance. The elevator finally
reached the ground floor, and everyone walked out into the lobby behind the
casino. Jeanette headed for the casino with Hank in tow.
In the casino, no one noticed anything. The casino was a madhouse 24
hours a day, and most of the people were intent on losing their money to the
array of thieves and bandits assembled by the casino management to fleece
the tourists. Even the men who would ordinarily review everything in a skirt
were looking at the scantily clad cigarette and candy girls rather than at Hank
and Jeanette.
"This is your first time, Barbara, so I won't make you walk outside.
We'll take a cab to another hotel and see the dinner show there," said Jeanette
as she walked towards the entrance. "I don't think it's wise to be seen too
much here. We don't want anyone asking who the girl is that I was with last
night." A cab took them to a hotel at the far end of the strip. Walking into the
dinner theater, Jeanette gave the maitre d' a large gratuity, and they were
seated at a circular booth in the second row from the stage but to one side.
Hank breathed a sigh of relief. At least they were not right in the center. He
put his purse down, put his hand under his skirt and slid into the booth's
seat, making sure he had his back to the audience that would soon fill the
theater.
After seating herself next to Hank, Jeanette turned to him and asked,
"Do you want to try to pick up a couple of guys?"
Hank went white. "No, Jeanette. I'm not that way. Besides, if some
guy finds out what I really am, he's liable to make a scene. Someone could
get hurt."
"I know you're not that way. If you don't want to do anything, don't.
And don't worry. There won't be any scene tonight. The show has a gay
theme and most of the guys in the audience will be 100% fags. They'll like
you just the way you are." Jeanette motioned to a waiter who immediately
came to the table. "If you need any extra seats, we could always take two
gentlemen here. Just make sure they're the kind that would 'like the show'."
"Yes, Miss," said the waiter as Jeanette slipped him $20. Hank wanted
to disappear but knew he was in this predicament until the end of the show.
He quietly reviewed the menu and tried to decide if he even wanted to eat.
It wasn't long before the maitre d' escorted two young men in tuxedos
to the table. Each had a gold stud in his right ear. "I'm Peter," said one.
"And I'm Robert."
"Hi there. Jeanette and my friend Barbara.'
"Enchanted," said Robert. "We understand that some seats are
available here. Mind if we sit down?"
"Please, have a seat," said Jeanette as Hank tried to wish himself back
to his own hotel room. (Where was Scotty's transporter beam when you
needed it.) It didn't work, and Peter sat down next to Jeanette while Robert
slipped in at the other end of the circular booth next to Hank. The two "girls"
were thus left in the center next to each other.
"You'll have to pardon my friend, Barbara. She's still trying to find
her voice and is still a little silent. You'll notice that we're a little different
from each other," Jeanette said to the two new arrivals. Hank cringed.
Robert looked closely at the female form sitting next to him. "Other
than the fact that your makeup is a little heavy and that you're wearing a very
good wig, I don't see anything different about you, Barbara. What does
Jeanette mean? UHHHH, wait a minute. Heavy makeup and a wig, you're
not,,,,, no. Speak to me, Barbara. I want to hear something."
Jeanette poked Hank and said, "Go ahead. He already understands."
Hank took a deep breath and went into a falsetto voice, "Well, Jeanette
and I were just out having some fun and decided to stop for the show. It was
her idea to invite someone over."
"Not falsetto, Barbara. Use the pitch just below the point your voice
breaks into falsetto and then speak softly," instructed Peter. "Try again."
Hank tried again, and, after a little instruction from Peter and Robert
was speaking in a passable female voice. He even ordered his own dinner
when the waiter came by. The waiter appeared to notice nothing.
The show was about a gay couple and a lesbian couple sharing an
apartment in a very straight-laced Southern town while pretending to be two
straight couples. It was a hilarious portrayal of the protagonists moving from
exploit to exploit among the general population who only wanted to know
which of the "wives" would get pregnant first and by whom.
At one point Hank rolled forward in laughter at the antics of the
characters. When he sat back, Robert's arm was on the back of the seat. It
quickly fell around Hank's shoulders and pulled him close to Robert.
Remembering he was in a crowded theater, Hank did not react strongly but
merely whispered, "Robert, I'm not really that way. I enjoy impersonating a
woman, but I don't think I'd enjoy you."
"Relax, Barbara. Enjoy the show." Robert merely increased his gentle
pull. He started to stroke Hank's shoulder the way Hank had many times in
the past with his dates and proceeded to massage Hank's neck. There was
little Hank could do in the theater except endure the attention.
Robert finally took his arm from Hank's shoulder, but there was no
relief. Robert merely took Hank's hand and held it on his lap. There Hank
was, holding hands with another man in a crowded theater, and there was
nothing he could do. His only solace was that the table prevented anyone on
the stage from seeing below his waist and the high back of the booth
prevented anyone behind them from seeing anything at all. Only Jeanette and
Peter could see what was happening. Jeanette appeared amused. Peter was
envious.
After a little while, Robert relaxed Hank's hand only to move his hand
to Hank's skirted knee. Slowly and gently he started to gather the skirt
raising the hem a little at a time. Hank grabbed Robert's wrist and looked
angrily at him. He leaned over and whispered softly to Robert, "What the hell
are you doing?"
Robert merely turned to face Hank and stole a quick kiss on Hank's
lips. "Every time you lean close, I'll take another kiss. Now sit back and
enjoy yourself." The hem of the skirt reached Hank's knee, and Robert's
hand slid under the hem to rest on Hank's pantyhosed knee. Hank held his
knees together as tightly as he could.
As Robert began to stroke Hank's knee and the inside of his thigh,
Hank was startled at how sensuous the fingers felt through the nylon hose
against his freshly hairless legs. To his own shock, he started to get an
erection. Because he had laid his organ flat against the cotton panel of the
panties, the erection merely grew backwards, further into the panties. But it
was an erection nevertheless. When Robert nudged the hem of the skirt to
move it back further, Hank, without thinking and merely reacting to the
pleasurable sensations coming from the feel of Robert's fingers, raised his
legs so that Robert could push the skirt all the way to the top of his thigh. He
then spread his legs to give Robert more access. Robert's deft hands could
now play with the inside of the thighs from the knee to Hank's bulging
panties. Hank was getting warm and loving every minute. So was Jeanette
who kept glancing at Robert's wandering hand.
Robert played with Hank's thighs forever, and Hank was fully excited
when Robert finally moved his hand to Hank's crotch. He gently rubbed the
erection through the nylon hose and nylon panties. It produced a sensation in
Hank that he had never felt before. While trying to maintain his facial
composure, he had an enormous and highly satisfying climax. Hank had
never felt so good after an ejaculation. It was tremendous.
Robert held his hand on Hank's organ until Hank had finished his
ejaculation and his organ had gone limp. He then bent over, kissed Hank
again on his lips and pulled the skirt down as the play ended.
Jeanette turned around as the actors came out for a bow and asked,
"Cream your panties, Barbara?"
Hank could only nod his head, yes.
"If we hurry, we can be the first ones in the ladies room. I put an extra
pair of panties in your purse, just in case."
"I can't go to the ladies room, Jeanette. I got to draw the line
somewhere."
"If you don't change your panties, that cum will start to stink, and I'm
not riding back in the cab with you smelling that way. Either that or you can
walk. Now, if you don't want to walk the entire strip, come along." Jeanette
then turned to Peter, "We need to freshen up. Will you excuse us."
"Will you be back?," asked Peter.
"No, Barbara has had enough excitement for her first time out. We'll
just head back to our hotel. It's been a pleasure, more for her than for me, of
course, but a pleasure for both of us. Thank you for your company." The
two girls headed for the ladies room, Jeanette leading the way and Hank
clipping behind her in his narrow heeled shoes.
There were four stalls in the ladies room, one of which was already
occupied much to Hank's consternation. He was deeply concerned that this
woman would leave the stall at the wrong moment and catch him in drag in
the women's rest room. "Take the last stall, and I'll take the one next to it,"
said Jeanette. Hank obeyed. There was a moment of relief when the door to
the stall closed.
He quickly hitched up his skirt and slid his panties and hose to his
knees. Sitting on the toilet, he slipped off his shoes, hose and panties and
then inspected his purse. Inside, there was a plastic bag containing a clean
pair of pink panties which Hank quickly pulled over his hairless legs to his
knees along with his panty hose. After slipping on his shoes, anyone looking
under the door of the stall would only see a normal hose clad set of legs and
not someone changing underwear.
Hank put the soiled panties in the plastic bag, zipped it and returned the
bag to his purse. Most of the cum had been absorbed by the cotton panel of
the panties, but there was still some on Hank, and he proceeded to clean
himself up with the tissue from the dispenser. When he had finished, Hank
stood, pulled his panties and hose up and flushed the toilet. He noticed that
Jeanette had already finished and was waiting for him by the sinks. He also
noticed that a line had already formed for his stall, and it was with some
trepidation that he opened the door and walked out into the sea of femininity
waiting to relieve itself.
While Hank kept his head down, Jeanette led him out of the ladies
room and to the nearest exit. He felt a great sense of relief when they reached
the exit with only a few odd stares but no comments. "See, that wasn't so
bad, was it? Let's get a cab," said Jeanette.
Returning to Jeanette's room and closing the door, Jeanette asked, "Do
you have some for me too, Barbara?"
"Yes, what do you want me to do?" asked Hank in his new feminine
voice.
"You can do with me whatever you want, and I shall keep you as you
are."
They laid on the bed. The only thing Jeanette did to Hank was to pull
his panties and pantyhose down to expose his rock hard cock. Hank knew
Jeanette viewed him as a woman as they made passionate love throughout the
night, but it was the best sex he had ever had. It allowed him to combine his
love of feminine clothing with his love of women. He enjoyed Jeanette as he
had enjoyed no other woman.
The next morning it was back to Hank's normal "guy" routine. It was
only a short time after that that the wedding occurred. No one knew that the
bride and groom wore matching lingerie.
(the end)
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