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The Bowler By Alyssa Davis Ours was a small but thriving business, an electronic assembly shop with 12 female production assemblers and myself, the only electronics technician, plus Frank Owen, the owner. The girls would sit and stuff electronic components into circuit boards all day, and my job was to test the boards and resolve any problems occurring on the assembly line. All this was done in one big room so, needless to say, there was a lot of chatter going on while we worked, being we were all well acquainted with each other. Frank was a good boss, friendly, hardworking, and seldom around since he was constantly out pursuing new business, or in his office doing paperwork, leaving me to supervise my co-workers, a task I didn't relish but part of my job. Since I was his only male employee, he felt the task should naturally be mine...rather chauvinistic, indeed. I didn't agree to that, since some of the women were equally qualified, but then, who was I to argue with the boss? The girls and I were like family, the results of working together eight hours a day and frequently socializing in the evenings. We would lunch together, drink beer together after work occasionally, and play softball together. I was even invited to parties or baby showers for some of the expectant mothers. Yes, one big happy family, so to speak. Oh, they were all excellent workers, but it wasn't all work and no play. Over the summer, for diversion, the ladies had formed a softball team and competed against other women's teams. They were good enough to win a trophy, the first for our company. In the excitement of winning, the team hastily decided they needed a winter activity and agreed to start a bowling team. The problem was that several of the players had other commitments at that time and couldn't commit to another team activity. A couple of other girls had never bowled and felt they would be a detriment in competition. In utter desperation, they approached me for help. I had bowled in competition before and had a 270 average. And, of course, with my male bravado coupled to a big mouth, I had let that fact be known when I first heard they were going into bowling. I didn't realize it would come back to haunt me. Who knew they were going to compete in a league? It started one afternoon, during our break, I found myself suddenly surrounded by a group of attentive women, being unusually nice and trying to butter me up. I knew them well enough to know they were up to something. Melissa brought me coffee, Julie brought me some cookies... such attention! "Eddy, you're a very good bowler...how would you like to join us on our team? We're one man short to join a league," Jan, the lead assembler asked me. We had been good friends a long time and she knew I was an experienced bowler as well as a sucker for a little kindness, especially from her. "Hey Jan...You're not a man short, you're a woman short! It's a girls team, remember?. You know I cant help you. What I think you're proposing is not only cheating, but impossible. That wouldn't be fair to the other teams under any circumstance." "Aw, it's only in fun. Some of those teams have very excellent bowlers. They'd be proud to learn they bowled against a guy and won," she persisted. When she saw me glare at her, she added, " ah...of course, they wouldn't know that though. All you'd need is a wig...we all usually wear jeans and guy stuff anyway like we do everyday at work." About that moment, the other girls joined in. She was right about that point...I had never seen any of these girls in dresses and rarely a miniskirt. They all looked like a bunch of young males, and some were even physically larger than me. "C'mon Eddy, Jan's right, and we're short one bowler for a team. Puleeez?" Angie said. "Without you, we cant compete. Lend us a hand...we'll cover for you, no one will know," Pam begged. "Rules say they need 6 man teams and they must be from the same company...we're one short...Pretty Puleeze!" Melissa added. "Need I remind you all, you're not men, you're women, and also, need I remind you, I am NOT, so the answer is still NO." Jan stepped in and really turned on the charm as only she could. She could charm a snake with her eyes, and I was only a mere male, and when it came to her...a horny male. I had been trying to impress her and date her since we first met, but she always played hard to get. Smoothing my collar and brushing my shirt front, she placed her arms onto my shoulders and, leaning in close to me, said softly, her red lips pouty, "Oh please Eddy, lend us a hand only until we can find another person to take your place. That shouldn't take long, a couple of weeks at most. Patti said she might be available later on." She was irresistible; I caved in to her, how could I say no to this beautiful woman? I had been trying for so long to date her...to be alone with her...to be romantic. Oh, we had gone out together a lot with other people but no on a regular "date." Actually, I had wanted her body from the first time I met her. Maybe this would tip the balance in my favor. So I agreed to try. The chorus of girls screamed in delight at my change of heart. After submitting to a seemingly ridiculous situation, I wondered what I was in for, although it did seem like harmless fun. Besides, they were a great bunch of gals and fun to be around. Question is, could we get away with it? We were soon to find out. I was briefed on what to do and not do in pulling off this charade. I was advised to just concentrate on bowling and not do anything to call attention to myself (as if I would!). Avoid contact with anyone outside of our team. Wear my normal work clothes, which were the same as my co-workers, typically jeans, loose shirts, etc.. They would supply anything else. Sounded easy...too easy. The first night of bowling, we all arrived at the bowling alley at about the same time. Jan met me alone in the parking lot and presented me with a wig of short, straight brown hair matching my own color, fashioned into a short but feminine style with bangs covering my forehead. Simple, but effective. Actually, it was a fairly decent looking wig, not a cheap costume version. Since I am not very tall, have a slender build, and small features, the wig was adequate to disguise my real gender among the women who were about the same size and stature...and we were all dressed alike...jeans and sweatshirts. Jan, taking one last look at me before we joined the group, decided I needed a little something to add to my new appearance. Before I could resist, she applied a touch of bright pink lipstick to my mouth. Now, she was satisfied. "Did you have to do that!" I protested too late. "I agreed to the wig, but lipstick...that's going too far," "Oh hush.the wig wasn't quite enough, Eddy...the lipstick is just right. You needed a touch of color. Don't worry, no one will notice anything unusual with a girl wearing lipstick. Rather, they might if you weren't wearing any. By the way, I told the girls to address you as Edie. Eddy just wont cut it, here." Great, now my name is changed too. Oh, if I didn't care so much for Jan, I'd... I was embarrassed to go in, but Jan left me little choice. I didn't know what reaction I'd get from the girls, seeing me in a wig and lipstick for the first time. I feared ridicule. I mean, I have to work with these people! Taking my arm, she led me into the facility and handed me off to my team mates while she went to the rest room.. Upon first glance, they hovered around me and in hushed tones, praised me for my appearance and thanked me for being such a good sport and made me feel welcome in this new persona. Gratefully, they didn't tease me about the lipstick and wig. I think they had been forewarned. We settled down to the business of bowling against another girl's team. By the end of the evening, as expected, I had the highest score for our team and we easily beat our opponents. Over coffee, afterwards, I again professed my guilt about the deception and the ethics of it, but my teammates convinced me that it wasn't to be taken so seriously, and, after all, it was only temporary for me. They changed the subject to commending me for my conduct in behaving like a young lady. At first, I had been uneasy continuing to appear in my disguise outside the bowling alley, but I couldn't remove it for fear of being recognized as long as we were in public. I gave up trying to be even remotely macho...how could I, sitting there among girls, looking like one of the girls. So, I just relaxed and enjoyed the company and let myself get involved in the girltalk which they immediately accepted. About my conduct, I responded, "Well, Jan had advised me to keep soft spoken so my voice wouldn't give me away. The rest was easy, I just tried to act like a shy young lady," I explained to nods of approval. "And believe me, I really did feel shy!" "Each week will be easier," Jan promised. "You're doing so well," she praised as she squeezed my hand under the table. Again, she was working on me by sitting close to me and being so nice. Just being near her got me aroused. I wanted her. At work, the next day, I was worried about anything being said, but all seemed normal. Nothing was said openly about my disguise to the other workers. I thought I'd be teased or laughed at, but, I guess, my teammates respected me for helping them out and kept silent, or so I thought until someone accidentally addressed me as Edie. It was then that I knew the word was out. I let it pass hoping it was just a slip. But, like a small town, news travels fast. I should have known there could be no secrets. After the first few weeks of bowling, I had adjusted to the sham we were involved in and was so caught up in the competition that I forgot about the promise of Patti taking over for me. The disguise had become so easy and effective that I would have been disappointed to be replaced, and the competition was fun. Each week, Jan increased the use of cosmetics to my face by adding more stuff. She also dispensed with the wig and combed my own hair, which I had let grow longer, into a style similar to the wig. She even gave me bangs! After the first time, seeing the positive reaction from the other girls, I didn't care what she did, and in fact, expected it. Besides, I loved her fussing over me. I had to restrain myself from kissing her as she stood close to me, her face near mine, while she explained the purpose of what she was applying...foundation, blush, eye shadow. Just a light touch here and there but enough to add color and enhance the features of my face and make me look more feminine. I sensed she enjoyed doing it and began to like seeing me as a girl. I wasn't sure all the makeup was necessary, but as we played, and with my consistently high scores, I was becoming more noticeable to the other teams so, I guess, we had to be more cautious. Actually, I was better made up then most of the other girls. My team continued to accept me as their sister and I had to act the part, to avoid suspicion.. The closeness carried over at work, and the name of Edie grew more common. I didn't care. Midway through the season, it became apparent that no attempt was being made to replace me, after all, my scores were so high, they didn't want to lose their star bowler. I no longer cared about it, either...we were having such a good time, and all I had to wear for a disguise was a wig and a little makeup, well....maybe more than a little.. And, I did sort of like the way the girls accepted me in that role. Jan and I began to date, without other couples, and our relationship grew closer, just what I wanted. I had been afraid my female impersonation might affect her attitude towards me. Maybe it did, but seemingly in a positive way. Was it because I was so accommodating or.? She provided me with some clip-on earrings to wear while bowling for a little variation to my appearance.. Harmless enough, and they did improve my appearance. One time, she suggested...no insisted...that I wear a skirt at least once, just to remove any doubt about me to the competition. "Just a skirt...you can still wear your boy shirt over it....really casual, you know." I resisted vehemently to this idea.and lost, again. I should have cut my loss's because she added a padded bra to the order. She claimed I looked to boyish without one. And, of course, the skirt meant stockings. At first, I felt extremely foolish...what if someone recognized me, it was far worse than the first time appearance wearing lipstick... but again, my "sisters" were all over me with complements about my courage and my nice, hairless legs even though I was the only one on our team in a skirt. And my new "figure" looked great, too. After the initial reception, I had to admit, it wasn't all that bad. The skirt, actually mid-length and free flowing, was comfortable and seemed to be easier to bowl in than the tight denim jeans I had been wearing. I just had to remember to keep my legs together when sitting. Jan even forced me to wear a slip under the skirt, "just in case anything shows". She had uncanny powers of persuasion over me. What was going to show? I have no idea, but I wore what she gave me. I don't know whether it was her influence or the intrigue of wearing women's clothes which I was beginning to acquire, but I found it even more difficult to say no. I did refuse any further attempts to get me into a skirt again, but the ice had been broken. I'm afraid it wouldn't have taken much effort from Jan to get me to submit to anything else. It was even suggested by the girls that I show up at work that way to show off my nice legs. I resisted that one, also, but the thought did cross my mind. With my slender figure, admittedly, I looked fairly feminine in the bra, skirt, and hose. Guess I convinced everyone. We never heard any comments from the other teams. The padded bra became a permanent addition to my disguise. They felt it was too suspicious if I didn't wear one after the initial appearance of breasts, even with the loose shirts. Now I really looked like the other girls. The end of the bowling season arrived and Jan, the team captain, called us together for the final results. We met in a meeting room. She called the group to order. "Ladies, I've got good news and bad news." We were all ladies now. Everyone knew about "Edie". "The good news is that we've won the local tournament and will receive a trophy for our company. We get to go to Chicago for the presentation banquet." It seemed the league that the girls were bowling in was affiliated with a national woman's organization. "That's wonderful Jan, so what's the bad news?" someone asked. "Well, Eddy, being our star bowler, has to attend with us, but he must go as Edie. It would be too obvious if he wasn't there. He must be passable as a woman or we're in trouble and we'll be the laughing stock of the organization as well as being banned forever." "Hey wait a minute," I interrupted. "That wasn't part of the deal. You never said anything about a national woman's organization. It was only supposed to be a friendly tournament among local companies. Cant you make an excuse for me? I'm sick or something?" "Yeah, tell them Edie got pregnant," someone volunteered as the group laughed. "I know how you feel, Eddy," Jan admitted, "I'm sorry it got this far, but it'll look too suspicious for you not to show. We must be careful not to do anything to expose you now or we'll bring disgrace to you and our company, we'll lose the trophy for sure and never be allowed to bowl on a league again. There are people who might want to meet you. Please, wont you go along with us one more time? You've been such a good sport about this." Jan gave me her "look" again which could melt an icicle across the room. She turned on the charm. Her dark brown, silky, long hair, combined with her beautiful green eyes...her pouty, inviting red lips. I'd do anything for her. All the girls joined in with their pleas. By now, I had gotten pretty attached to my teammates. They had been very kind and supportive to me. We were "sisters". (I never dreamed I'd say that!) Again, I submitted. I figured I could go along with this charade a little longer. I'd been bowling as a woman for all these months and obviously passing...they had seen me in a skirt, looking and acting like a girl...what's one more event. I suggested I could maybe wear ladies slacks and my wig. "Um, Eddy...it's a semiformal dinner. You'll need to wear a gown and high heels," Jan informed me, quietly, off to the side. "Oh no! You should've thought about this in the beginning, Jan. There's no way I can pull this off. It's not just wearing jeans, and makeup now. This is a dress-up function. Even if I agreed to go, I'd never pass as a woman to that extent. I couldn't even if I wanted to. I've never worn high heels and everything." "OK..OK...calm down. I think you can...Would you at least try? You're of medium height and slender build. You look great with your hair styled like that, and makeup. We can teach you the rest. " "Sure, and be the laughing stock of the event if I'm caught. I'd be ruined." "No one laughed at you when you joined us...or when you wore a skirt. We all really appreciate what you did. Now we need only one more favor. We'll see that you're not laughed at, I promise. I'll help you myself to make you passable as a woman...a beautiful woman. What do you say, will you try?" As usual, Jan was the hot knife, and I was the soft butter. For sure, this would bring us even closer together...she could be a very attractive woman if she ever dressed like one, and I wanted that, so again I submitted. Besides, this whole idea was, for some strange reason, beginning to interest me. We arranged to let her start on my transformation at her place the week before the banquet for a dress rehearsal. Taking up a cash collection from the team, she went shopping to gather up the necessary items and had everything ready when I appeared at her door. "Hi Edie, you're right on time. Now relax and let me do my thing. Nothing I do to you will be permanent, I promise. OK?" I had grown accustomed to my new name, and I guess it was becoming appropriate that she call me that. "OK, Jan. Whatever you say...I'm in your hands. But I think what you're attempting to do is impossible." "Just let me be the judge. When I'm finished, if you still feel that way, we'll call it off and forfeit the prize. At least we will have tried." Wow! Now she was laying it on me and making me the heavy. Now, I really wanted her to make me a passable woman. "In my bedroom are your new underclothes. Go in there and change. If you need any help, I'll be in the living room waiting," she ordered. "Yes boss," I responded as I entered the room of many of my fantasies and closed the door. As I removed my clothes, I saw the garments she had placed on her bed. I also noticed how feminine her bedroom was. Everything in pink and white. White furniture and window treatments, pink bedspread and bedding, white carpeting. Beautiful, ladylike, yet Jan always dressed like a boy. Maybe it was because of the type of work she did. My thoughts turned to fantasies of her being in here with me on her bed, but then quickly turned to what she wanted me to wear. Strange, I felt so much at home in this very feminine environment. Why did I not feel out of place? "Jan...do I really have to wear this stuff? I mean underwear and all?" I shouted through the closed door. "Yes! Everything. It will look better under your outer garments and will put you more in character to act like a lady." "So how do I tell front from back with the underpants?" "The label goes on the left, always. Remember when you wore them with your skirt?" Oh yeah, I forgot...I had asked her the same question then, also. I stepped into the white nylon panties and pulled them up. I admit, they felt good...the fine fabric, delicate hems, gentle elastic. Maybe I'll wear them more often, I thought. Sure nicer than my old Jockeys. Next, I lifted the bra, placed my arms through the straps and reached behind my back to hook it. I couldn't do it. "I cant reach to hook the bra behind me without help," I complained. She had always helped me before. "Hook it in the front and twist it around to the back, silly...then put your arms through the straps." This girl thinks of everything. That being done, I still looked like a guy in women's underwear. Next, I selected the lace edged half-slip and, with the label on the left, I stepped into it and pulled it up. The look and feel of the nylon garments on my hairless body began to have an exotic effect on me. "When you're decent, let me in to start the next phase." Her timing was bad...with my erection showing, I wasn't about to let her see me, and the bulge wasn't getting any smaller. The more I worried about it, the harder it got. When I touched it through the feminine fabrics, it felt terribly good, and I wanted to touch it more. After what she must've thought was a reasonable time, and hearing nothing from me, Jan burst into her bedroom to see me standing there trying to cover the growth but to little avail. "Well, I see you must like wearing lingerie. We'll have to get you the proper undergarment to conceal that. We cant have any "accidents" in front of the others." My embarrassment quickly dissipated with her nonchalant attitude. Why should I hide what is a natural occurrence. She wasn't shocked by the sight of my maleness, but I had to keep my mind off of being alone with her in her bedroom, attired in woman's clothes or my organ was prone to enlarge more. I know I should have put up some resistance to what she was having me do, but somehow, I was enjoying the whole thing. Admittedly, these garments felt good on my body. "You didn't put on your hosiery," she observed. "You need to do that too," handing me a pair of thigh-high stockings. I sat on the edge of the bed and placed each stocking over my foot and pulled them up my legs, under the slip almost to my groin. They certainly shaped my legs and looked and felt wonderful...so smooth and silky. I had liked the pantyhose too when she made me wear them. Any resistance I might've offered was gone. Gee, I was really getting into the mood! Smiling approvingly but saying nothing, Jan, handed me a pair of silicon breast forms to place inside my bra cups. I didn't need to be told what to do with them since they looked like real breasts complete with nipples. I placed one in each cup positioning it to be comfortable. What a difference. They looked and felt so real! And the weight made me constantly aware of their presence. I looked down at them and ran my hand over them with pride as if I'd suddenly grown them myself. Now, my female figure was complete. Of course, I would've rather been fondling Jan's lovely breasts. "Ah, very nice, Miss Edie," she admired. "You like that don't you?" she noticed as I admired myself from all angles in the full length mirror. "You're really getting into this aren't you? Now, let's go into the bathroom where the light is better for your makeover." I willingly followed her into her bathroom and sat down on the covered commode. This room, also, was definitely a girls room. The pink, white and lace motif continued. Even the fixtures were pink along with the towels and tile. Everything was trimmed in lace. Her vanity mirror was surrounded by lights, perfect for makeup application, yet I had never seen Jan wear anything more than lipstick. Jan stood in front of me and began the task of applying cosmetics, starting with a base coat to cover my beard shadow. Next, a foundation makeup, followed my eye shadow and eyeliner to accent my eyes. Following that, mascara for my lashes. A little blush to my cheeks, and lastly, she outlined my lips with a fine brush and filled in with lipstick. Her face was close to mine and it was tempting to kiss her, but the timing was bad. Besides, I now was looking more feminine then her! I have to admit, I had begun to enjoy the sensation and effect of cosmetics after the many weeks of wearing the stuff, but especially, I loved Jan pampering me. She played with my hair, back brushing and teasing the body of it, trimming the bangs, and fussing with it until she was satisfied. It was a mannish style but definitely ladylike. Seeing myself in the mirror for the first time as a woman with full makeup, I was speechless. I loved what I saw! "Well, Edie, do you think anybody will recognize you as a man now?" "Not likely, I guess, at least until I open my mouth." "Oh, we'll work on that too. Now lets get you into a dress, my dear." I was hers. At this point I was her complete slave. She appeared with a loose fitting, heavy silk black dress which she carefully placed over my head and guided it down my body, zipping up the back. The fit was perfect, showing off my new breasts slightly. The feel of it was heavenly. The hem fell to just below my knees. To complete the look I stepped into a pair of shoes with 2" high and wide heels. At first, as I stood up and tried to walk, I was a little unstable, but that was quickly overcome. For the final touch, Jan put a single stranded pearl necklace around my neck and matching clip-on earrings. "Well, Edie, what do you think. I think you're beautiful!" she acclaimed. "I have to admit, I feel beautiful," I agreed. I really did feel that way. It all felt so. right. I couldn't understand why I felt no shame. A man isn't suppose to look or feel this way, wearing woman's clothes, but I was liking it. And it all felt so soft and lightweight, like I was wearing nothing. "A person could get used to this," I blurted out. Jan smiled and winked at me. "So, the caterpillar becomes a butterfly. I thought you'd like it. Now we have to start your lessons on feminine behavior. It'll be much better this way with you looking and feeling like a woman...don't you agree?" "Yes, I guess I do. I certainly do feel feminine. These things are so light and airy. I feel almost naked. Tell me Jan, is this going to affect the way you see me as a man...I mean, do I have a chance at being your boyfriend since you've seen me this way?" I had to know...was my transformation into resembling a woman, even for a short time, going to make her lose respect for me. I wanted to continue to date her and have a normal boy-girl relationship. "Oh Eddy, I think I respect you even more now. You're showing more courage, consideration, and sensitivity than most men would under the circumstances. No, I don't think this makes you less of a man. It just shows you have a feminine side which, I think, makes you a better person. One I'd like to be with." "Does that mean you'll still go out with me?" "Certainly, Hon...In fact, let's go out tonight. I'd love you to go like that. It'll be good practice. You need to build your confidence as a woman." "No...I mean on a boy-girl date, Jan. Not a girl-girl date. I want more than a platonic friendship." "Hey, Edie...this isn't just a platonic friendship. Don't forget, I know what's under that dress," she added winking and squeezing my hand. "It can still be a boy-girl date...but I'll be the boy! I hate to wear dresses." "Uh...I don't know...maybe. Let's get started with my lessons." Talk about confusion!!! She began a crash course in training me to sit, walk, and stand like a lady while wearing a dress. How to talk and gesture, how to make facial expressions and eye movements, feminine vocabulary, things a lady needs to know. Not bad from a girl who hates to look like a girl. "Okay, I've told you a lot of things, Edie. Now it's up to you to practice. You'll have to do that while you're dressed. It obviously wont feel right to you if you're feeling masculine. Try it...you'll see what I mean. I'd like for you to spend this entire weekend as a woman. You're going to need the practice." "Oh?...can I spend the weekend with you? I'll need help dressing, you know," I asked in wild anticipation. It was worth a try. "Don't push it, honey," she responded, laughing. "You can dress yourself. You need practice with that too." By the time we had finished, it was early Friday evening, so we set out for dinner and a few drinks. My first date with Jan with me as a girl, not exactly the way I had hoped for it to be. I was very nervous, but I knew I looked very good, and I did feel wonderful, the wind blowing my skirt around my legs, the feel of the skirt and slip against my nylon clad legs, the dress clinging to the contour of my breasts. Yes, caught up in the moment, I liked it, and I don't know why. I knew I wasn't gay...I was still sexually attracted to Jan, but now, I actually enjoyed wearing women's clothes and feeling like a woman. In the restaurant, I was very careful to act like a lady. I spoke very softly to the waitress, smiling effeminately and using eye movements as Jan had tutored me. The waitress appeared to be unsuspecting of my true gender while ignoring Jan, after all, it's not unusual for girls to wear guy's clothing. Jan complimented me. "You're a quick study, Edie...you're doing very well. Keep it up." "Thank you...I'm trying." "Yep, I think you really enjoy being a woman," she observed, smiling approvingly. "I think I have a new girlfriend." I was a little nervous about that comment, but I let it pass. If I denied it, she'd just argue the point and I didn't want to create a discussion. I didn't want to be her girlfriend, I wanted to be her boyfriend. I ate slowly, taking small bites...doing things Jan had not taught me, but I felt was appropriate for a lady, further impressing her. My effeminate actions were becoming quite natural because I felt so feminine. After dinner, we went to another place for a drink and to observe the people, or rather, I was to find out, to be observed. Two women, alone on a Friday night, draw a lot of attention. I was in my clinging silk dress and heels, and Jane was in her jeans, T shirt, and boots. Of course, she was a knock out in anything she wore. We had several offers to buy us drinks which we declined, and as many offers to dance, or more. I was uncomfortable with all the attention and wanted to leave. Finally, Jan agreed that I'd had enough and we headed back to her apartment. "That's a small example of what it's like to be a woman, Edie. How do you like it?" "I don't, Jan. Those men are like predators. I've never done that to a woman." "See? That's another thing I like about you...you're a sensitive guy. And now, seeing it from the other side, you'll be even more sensitive to a woman's feelings. Yes, I think I really do like seeing you as a woman." That's what I wanted to hear. Now I felt more at ease. Arriving at her place, she asked me inside to give me more clothing she had acquired for me. As I was leaving, she embraced me and kissed me goodnight, thanking me again for being such a good sport. It was more than a friendly, parting kiss...it was a warm, lingering, passionate kiss...yet unusual since we were both wearing lipstick. I didn't want to go, but she pulled away. "You'd better leave now." A noticeable bulge had formed under my skirt. I think she felt an attraction too. Here we were, two women kissing. Bosom to bosom, lipstick coated lips engaged, the respective fragrances of our perfume blending and adding to the arousal. It could've been the prelude to an interesting evening. But, Jan was level headed and sent me on my way. I knew this was the beginning and the prospect excited me. I traveled home alone, in my woman's role, being very careful about traffic rules. I didn't want to risk being stopped. Scary yet thrilling. I spent the entire next day as Edie, practicing what Jan had taught me. It was fun. I dressed without hesitation and even applied my own makeup. I think I did a reasonable job. After lunch, Jan arrived to check on me and praised me for my appearance. I was like a puppy receiving praise for a good deed. In fact, she rewarded me with another big kiss. This time, I held her firmly and let my tongue enter her mouth. Her lips parted with no resistance. I ended it before she forced me away. As an afterthought, I don't think she would have. She drilled me on my feminine behavior and gave me more pointers. As I demonstrated what she had taught me, my competence was growing rapidly. I bravely suggested going out that night as two girls again, but I insisted she also wear a dress. "Oh Edie...I hate dresses." "So do I, Jan. You're making me wear one...I insist you do likewise. After all, you're the genuine female here." I hoped I sounded convincing because I was actually beginning to enjoy wearing a dress and all it represented. "Oh all right! I'll have to wear one at the banquet, anyway. I'll be ready at seven o'clock...see you then." I was at Jan's apartment promptly at seven, wearing a knit dress, dark shaded nylons, and 2" heels. This time, I wore a panty girdle to contain my maleness, since this dress left no room for error. I had been extra careful with my makeup and thought I had done a good job. Jan appeared wearing a sheath dress, white hose, and 3" heels. She was gorgeous! Looking at her for the first time dressed like that, I didn't want to share her with anyone. "Jan, you're absolutely beautiful!" "Well, thank you, Edie...you are too. I love that dress on you." We were admiring each other like a couple of school girls. I wanted more than simple admiration. I pulled her to me and kissed her passionately, my hands roaming around her body. She embraced me and submitted. Still tightly embraced, I backed her to her sofa where we sat down. My hand caressed her ample breast and I gently touched her nipple. At the same time, she felt for my bulging manhood sheathed inside the restraining girdle and rubbed it under my dress. "Jan, I want you," I whispered. "I want you too, Edie....But let's wait till later. We'll get undressed and do it right," she whispered, her hot breath blowing in my ear. I kissed her again, then released her so we could straighten ourselves out. Fixing our lips and makeup, we left her place for dinner and drinks. This time, we were two well dressed ladies out for a Saturday night. I was much more confident this time. We attracted guys like bugs to a white light on a hot summer night. Jan coerced me into dancing with a man, in fact, several men. At first, I felt guilty and feared being discovered. It was wrong and dangerous, but I soon lost those emotions. Looking and feeling like a woman, the guilt disappeared, and I overcame the fear of discovery. I began to enjoy being held firmly and guided around the dance floor, and feeling the arousal of my partner knowing that I caused it. My form fitting dress enhanced my female form as I wiggled to the rhythm of the music. My bouncing breasts removed any doubt of my apparent gender in spite of my voice, which I masked by speaking barely above a whisper. Jan admitted later that she was very proud of me for my assumed femininity. She thought I looked like I really enjoyed myself, (which I did). The bowling banquet was going to be fun! We ended the evening back at Jan's apartment where it began. I initiated a kiss which led to some heavy petting and ultimately to her bedroom. Dressed in her feminine finery, she seemed to be unusually receptive to my advances. At her suggestion, we both removed our dresses and slips and continued our lovemaking on her bed. Our hands and lips were all over each other. We slowly removed each other's undergarments as we discovered each others erogenous zones. I had dreamed of this since the first time I met Jan...a fantasy come true. When we were both nude, our petting continued until she was overcome with passion . I tried to fondle her as I imagined another woman would, but I could wait no longer. I gently entered her desirable body with my manhood as her legs parted to receive me. She hugged me tightly to her voluptuous breasts. Our lips were coupled, tongues entwined, as our bodies undulated in passionate thrusts. Her fingers massaged my neck as I tensed with orgasm. Feeling my hot pulsating liquid entering her, she moaned loudly as she climaxed with me. I could feel her vaginal contractions milking my center of it's precious contents. When we settled down, we relaxed next to each other in an embrace. "Edie, you're as gentle as a woman...that was sheer ecstasy. I thought you would be...I was right." "So, you prefer me as a woman, then?" "Yes I do, my love. I don't know why, but I find you very attractive that way, and you've just convinced me of it." "But I'd be the same person as a man." "It's not the same, love...I don't why, but it's not. Don't you like being a woman?" "Well, it is kind'a fun...yes...I guess I do, but I cant stay this way all the time." "You can when we make love though, cant you?" "Yes, I suppose so." She was driving a hard bargain, but I wasn't going to lose a good thing. "You're going to have to shave your body to get rid of all that fuzz if you're going to be really feminine." "Is that necessary?" "Yes!" End of discussion. We fell asleep together. In the morning, I got up, showered and dressed, fixed my makeup, and departed for home after a farewell embrace and kiss. Her control over me had reached 100%. Sunday, I spent the morning carefully shaving my body which took a great deal of time and effort. After which, I applied lotion to my skin and donned my lingerie over the smooth skin. Now, I decided, this was going to be a full time thing, even under my male attire. I had grown to enjoy the feel of lingerie against my skin wasn't going to deny myself that luxury. I applied my makeup, which was becoming easy to do, followed by the wig. Lastly, I put on a skirt and blouse to lounge in. I felt completely relaxed and comfortable so attired. I no longer worried that someone might see me like this. I finally admitted to myself that I did enjoy being a woman. In an unusually short time, dressing like this had become almost routine. I didn't change until bedtime. Monday morning, I showed up at work as Eddy. I missed not wearing a skirt, but my lingerie was there underneath my jeans. It was a little confusing to remember that I was not in character as Edie, although the girls were calling me that. Of course, my hairstyle didn't help either. To say the least, it was androgynous. When they commented that some of my actions were looking rather effeminate, I reminded them I was practicing for the banquet. It was going to be a long week until Friday when we left for the banquet. In the evenings, I eagerly became Edie to enhance my skills of ladylike conduct and actually, to relax. Friday morning, the bowling team took the day off from work and headed for the big banquet in Chicago. We checked in at the pre-arranged hotel in a suburb of the city. Our reservations were for two rooms with three persons to a room. Each room was a typical medium priced hotel room... two double beds and a bath, so it was instantly determined that I would have one bed and Jan and Ellen would share the other. I would have preferred otherwise but that was not to be. We dropped our luggage off in the room and joined the others for Happy Hour in the bar which rapidly filled with other bowlers. It was a large hotel and the banquet participants had reserved two floors of rooms, so we were a large crowd of women. We were all dressed in our traveling clothes...jeans or sweats, with me in my wig and a little fresh makeup, so I was again "one of the girls" but much more self-confident. From the bar, my companions and I moved to the restaurant for dinner and conversation with other teams. As the evening ended, we retired to our room. While I started to unpack, I noticed Ellen had stripped to her undies, in spite of my presence, and was searching for her nightgown. I was impressed that she was comfortable enough with me to expose herself like that. Had she forgotten I was a guy? As she located her gown, I, likewise, removed my top and jeans, revealing the bra and panties I was wearing, the sight of which pleased Jan. She didn't think I'd travel in ladies underclothes, but I had already resolved to wear them full time. Seeing me, she also undressed. I had to avoid staring at her to keep from getting aroused at the body I lusted for. Alone, I would have jumped her on the spot. I felt truly accepted as a girl, at least by my roommates. Was this a good thing? I'm not sure. When we were all wearing our nightgowns, we climbed into our respective beds, doused the lights, and chattered a little about the next day till sleep came. I should have felt strange in this arrangement, but I didn't. I did feel a sense of belonging. Early Saturday morning, we got up to an insistent ringing telephone. It was the wakeup call from the switchboard. Taking turns with the bathroom, we each showered and did our makeup. I chose to go last knowing it would take me the longest. Ellen went first, leaving Jan and I to lounge in our sleep attire. We discussed the banquet and what to do. When Ellen finished, she emerged wrapped in a towel. Jan was next. Ellen and I engaged in idle talk as she dressed while I observed from my chair. I was still in my nightgown. I was impressed how she could maneuver getting into her undies under a towel without reveling anything. Women are amazingly nimble. "So, are you enjoying the life of a woman so far?" Ellen asked me, as she stepped into a half-slip. "Actually, I am. It's been fun. Jan has been a great coach." "Well, you're doing a wonderful job with your transformation. You look so natural. And I want to tell you, we all sure appreciate what you're doing for us. We know it's been a sacrifice for you. Most men would never do that. You know, you should come to work as a woman...join the rest of us." Ellen was a petite young lady with a great figure and especially well developed breasts which never showed under her loose fitting work clothes. I wondered why women choose to conceal their figures under loose fitting clothing. I'm sure I wouldn't. Her words soaked in.sacrifice hell, I love it, I thought. I should consider her idea. "Aw...you're a great bunch of ladies...it's the least I could do to help you," I said playing the martyr. "But I don't think Frank would accept me as a woman." Ellen put a foot into each leg of a pair of pantyhose and rolled and wiggled them up to her waist, under her slip. Standing in front of a mirror, she began to apply her makeup as I watched her careful movements. "Have you learned to do your own makeup?" she asked as she dabbed a base coat over her face. "Yes. Jan showed me." Jan emerged from the bathroom, her body also wrapped in a towel, her hair wrapped in another. "It's all yours, Edie." "Thanks, luv," I replied as I headed in to begin my transformation. I took a long hot shower and a close shave while my face was still wet and warm. My body was still clear of hair from last weekend. I donned my panties and bra with the breast forms I had brought into the bathroom with me, and replaced the wig. I wasn't going to try the towel stunt with the girls watching me. I exited to find them both fully dressed. Ellen looked at me in only my undies for the first time, and whistled. Jan smiled. "Wow...You do look like a real female, Edie," Ellen exclaimed, seeing my shaved, slender body clad in lingerie enhanced with an artificial bosom. I had tucked my manhood back between my legs just in case since the sheer panties were so revealing. "Those aren't real are they?" she asked. "No, they're breast forms Jan got for me. Nice, huh?" "Gee, I'll say. They're as big as mine. I was going to say, 'I'm jealous'." At that, Jan laughed loudly. "If they were real, she'd be bigger than me," Jan admitted. Here we were, comparing our breasts like real girls. And I loved it! I put on my slip and pantyhose skillfully as if I'd always worn them, and began my makeup as my roommates watched approvingly. In a single room, there was no place to be modest except the bathroom and that would've been to obvious. When I was finished, they inspected my work and gave me their approval. I carefully put on the dress Jan had selected and stood while she zipped up the back; followed by appropriate shoes. It was a loose fitting dress, very forgiving in concealing what was under it. We all knew I was going to be closely scrutinized because I was the unknown star bowler and had been up against some established past winners. They all wondered who this new girl was, so I had to be especially careful. We left our room to join the other teammates and other teams. All day, as we mingled with the other girls, I made a conscious effort to remember to be a lady, and all day my teammates praised me for that. I tried to avoid conversations and did a lot of listening and smiling. And the little things like keeping my legs crossed, my skirt down and smooth, my hands together unless I was gesturing, walking with small steps So much to remember. And my guard was always up. But, in time, it became instinctive, like a natural woman. My teammates stayed with me and covered for me as they had promised. At first, I was panic stricken but their presence relaxed me and gave me extra confidence. We were able to get some shopping in at a nearby mall. Jan and I paired off from the rest and wandered through the dress shops. I actually purchased some more lingerie, to Jan's amazement, and a few items to wear to work in case I did get the courage. I found a long, denim skirt and matching top. I decided, if all the girls wore jeans, I'd wear a skirt in rebellion...at least that's how I'd rationalize it to Frank. Since I was going to wear ladies underwear on a regular basis, I bought more panties and hosiery. Jan was delighted. "Way to go, girl!" she said, as I made my purchases. We returned to our room to prepare for the evening's activity. Again, taking turns to cleanup and dress. While Ellen was doing her thing in the bathroom, Jan and I kissed and had a little petting session on the bed. I loved this lady and wanted her badly. Starting to undress, we were both down to our panties and bras. My organ was very hot and painfully hard. Jan gently caressed it with the flat of her palm until a wet spot appeared through the thin nylon fabric. I was powerless to stop her, nor did I want to. I was slightly concerned that Ellen would catch us, but the shower was still running so we were safe. Jan seemed very skilled at what she was doing and quickly brought me to orgasm. As I tensed up and ejaculated, she slowly but gently stroked me milking the residual fluid out until I relaxed. She knew how to take care of me. I loved this woman. I wanted to repay her but the shower stopped. I covered my wet spot with a sheet and Jan went to fix her hair as Ellen entered from the bathroom. The process of preparation was a repeat of the morning, only now the dresses were prettier. And, I was completely relaxed. Jan presented me with another gift for me. An undergarment to enhance my figure even more. It was a girdle with hip and derriere padding and waist cincher all on one. The gown I was to wear was a form- fitting, ankle length, black silk dress with a jewel neckline. Worn over the special girdle, it gave me curves that shocked even me! With my black hose and high heels, I was stunning and even Ellen was envious. "A guy isn't supposed to be so pretty! What a waste!" Ellen commented upon first sight of me. What could I say? We three ladies stepped into the corridor attired in our exquisite party dresses, makeup perfect, hair well coifed, ready for scrutiny. With a final check for our room keys in our handbags, we let the door close securely. Down the elevator and into the ballroom for the Presentation Banquet. I had never seen so many well dressed, beautiful women together in one place. My first thought was that I was the only male in the room, but then I wondered if I really was the only male. Then, I thought, hell, I'm a woman too...join the crowd. That was my closing thought. I knew I looked damn good, and I felt the same. Relax and enjoy. The dinner was typical for a banquet, speakers were introduced from the various lady's organizations, and finally, presentations were made with Jan, our captain, accepting the first place bowling trophy for our company's team as we stood up in recognition. I could feel the eyes on me, but I was ready. After the ceremony, everyone mingled. Several women from our area approached to meet the high score bowler on our team. I chatted with them in a most ladylike manner, speaking softly and with lots of expression, while my teammates did their best to support me. I guess I convinced everyone because they were all so courteous, gracious, and well wishing to me and hoped to see me again next year. All the coaching I had received had been worth it. The deception worked! We ended the affair with a photo session. I was a bit concerned about that but could only go along. It would be a permanent record of what I had done. I slept very well that night and was ready for the trip home on Sunday. I couldn't wait to be alone with Jan again. Jan and I arrived home Sunday evening, too tired to do anything but kiss and say good night. I asked her if she wanted the women's clothes returned to which she replied, "Of course not, silly...they're all yours. You certainly earned it. We're all forever grateful to you for what you did for us. Besides, I think you're going to need those things," she added, winking. She knew I was hooked, not only on her, but on crossdressing. When we kissed, she could feel my bra. I had removed the breast forms for concealment, but the bra could still be felt under my shirt. The fact that I still wore it pleased her. Monday morning, the First Place Bowling Trophy was placed in the lunchroom alongside the softball trophy. Frank praised us for our effort. He had heard what I had done and, although he agreed it wasn't exactly honorable, he understood the circumstances and the position I was put in. He was too pleased with the trophy to make an issue of it. When he saw the photos of me as Edie, he was surprised and impressed at my ability to appear so feminine. "No wonder you got away with it," he exclaimed. "Too bad those looks are wasted on a guy," he added. Not entirely wasted, I thought. I wondered how he'd react if I came to work like that. I had to find out. As all the other girls fussed over me with their gratitude, and the other bowlers treatment of me as their sister, I got even more motivated to try appearing on the job as Edie. After a few days, when things calmed down, I showed up for work in my denim skirt, light blue cotton shirt, dark blue hose, black low heeled shoes, and of course, makeup. Oh, and my breast forms. My hair style was now a permanent thing. I was received with squeals of delight by all. I was complimented all day by the girls who saw me dressed for the first time. They all agreed I looked totally passable as a woman. Too bad, Frank was out of town. Jan was especially pleased that I came to work this way and told me so privately. She begged me to continue to dress that way. She finally admitted to me that it aroused her. I dressed in female attire for the rest of the week. Saturday night, Jan and I went out again as two women but it was a short evening. We returned to her apartment for a wild love session....a lesbian love session. When Frank finally saw me as Edie, he just shrugged and said, "Well, if that's how you want to dress, it doesn't matter to me. The other girls obviously accept you, so do what makes you happy." From then on, at work, I dressed as all the other's...jeans and sweatshirts, occasionally a skirt, but lingerie...panties and bra, always. The use of wear makeup continued, and moved in with Jan. Everyone forgot about Eddy....I was now Edie. When we went out socially, I presented myself as Edie although better dressed. Jan and I were invited to be bridesmaids at Ellen's wedding. They thought that much of me as Edie! It was fun going through all the preparations that girls do for a wedding...fittings for the dress, picking out the accessories, getting hair and nails done, rehearsals, and all the added attention I got for taking part. I enjoyed every minute. And so did Jan, seeing me do it. I was properly rewarded. With the start of the next bowling season, I was naturally included on the team. After all, the competition expected to retaliate against me. Jan got me enrolled into the national woman's organization as a full member, as Edie, of course. I was even issued a membership card complete with photo. By now, I had no problem showing up on bowling nights in a skirt and, in fact, preferred to do so. Living as a woman, I wore my hair longer and, of course, makeup was a necessity. Bowling is fun! The End