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The Bluff By Alyssa Davis It was just a typical Saturday morning, or so I thought. I had been reading the newspaper over a cup of coffee, my daily routine, when my wife, Amy, stormed into the kitchen. She had a smug look on her face. I knew that lookI knew I was in for trouble. "All right, Carl," she announced, "You always make the smart-ass statement you would go on a vacation with me anywhere I wanted to go but only if you could travel as a woman. You're so sure that I think the idea is ridiculous and it's your out for us not going anywhere. Well sir, I'm calling your bluff...I arranged for us to go on a 10 day cruise to Alaska, and you WILL be traveling as a woman since that's how I booked it, whether you like it or not, because if you back out now, it's going to cost you plenty! Isn't this what you wanted?" I was stunned. This wasn't supposed to happen. Amy hated to see men in drag. When I had once suggested going to a Halloween costume party with me dressed as a woman, she detested the idea and read me the riot act. So I played on that and thought it was bulletproof, the perfect excuse to save lots of money. "Hey, wait a minute...I was only kidding. You know I only used that as an out to get you off my case. You didn't really take me serious, did you?" "Yeah, well I'm tired of hearing it as an excuse every time I suggested a trip anywhere. You know how much I like to travel and want to go on a vacation. So, now we're going on my terms, which were originally yours. If you back out, we both wont go and we forfeit the tickets which are already paid and non-refundable, and that's a lot of dough to throw away. You told me to find someone else to travel with...well now I have. I'm going to travel with CARLA!" Now, I was between the proverbial rock and a hard place. She had me where it hurts the most, i.e., in the wallet. I had figured my idea was crazy, but hers is even worse. I figure if I don't go, I'm out about four grand. Me and my big mouth. And where did she get Carla? Oh Boy! "When do we go?" I asked, sheepishly, like a kid being dragged to the dentist. "In exactly four weeks from today," she replied, with glee. "So you've got that much time to prepare yourself to pass as a woman. You're finally going to get your wish," she flaunted. "It's not my wish," I protested. "But, to outfit me for such a trip will be expensive too," I said, trying to wiggle out unsuccessfully. I knew I was going to lose no matter what. I'd be lucky to be outfitted for less than a grand. "Oh well...you should have thought of that when you came up with that stupid idea in the first place. It's what you want, isn't it?" she repeated, unsympathftically rubbing my nose into it. Maybe she read something into the fact that I suggested dressing as a woman for the party, and then continuously used the cross-dressing idea for travel. Geez, I didn't think she really paid any attentionshe never listens to me. Actually, it did seem like a fun idea in my fantasies. I always wondered what it's like to be a woman. "You know I only wanted an excuse not to go anywhere, and that seemed like the best excuse. So, will you please help me with this?" I asked, almost begging. I could see there was no way out of this. Shooting my mouth off had gotten me in trouble again. "Well, I really shouldn't. This was your doing, after all, and I still think it's offensive, but it might almost be worth it to see you squirm. You do come up with the dumbest ideas. This is the best one yet. OK, I'll help you, but you have to promise to do everything I say." "All right...you win...after this, I'll keep my mouth shut." She had sure taken the wind out of my sails. I was about to embark on a radical experience, and I really had mixed emotions. I was both scared and excited. "You know you're going to have to pass as a woman, in public, for 10 days...and I better not be embarrassed on the ship or I'll deny knowing you, so you've got a lot of preparation to do. We'll go out this morning after breakfast to start shopping for you. You will be spending all your spare time at home looking and acting as a woman, starting today and all weekend, every weekend. At some point in time, we'll go out in public with you dressed, to test you. If you don't pass, you'll be the one who's ridiculed, not me. Where did you ever get such a crazy idea, anyway?" She barked orders like a drill sergeant. I was about to enter basic training. "Oh, I once read a story about a reporter who lived as a woman for a while and wrote a book on his experiences. Seemed like an interesting and far out idea at the time...besides, I was sure you'd think it was nuts and it would be my perfect out. I never thought you'd cave in...you must want that cruise pretty bad." I was not about to reveal to her that I've admired women's clothing since I was a kid. Now I was going to plunge into my fantasy of living as a woman for a period of time, something I had thought about for years. "Yes I do...you know I want a vacation trip to anywhere, and this cruise sounded ideal, besides, maybe this experience will do you some good. Maybe if you try being a woman for a while you'll appreciate us more. You'll experience what you think we women take for granted. Hmm...maybe the idea isn't so crazy after all." Now I was beginning to worry. What had I started? It started as a fun idea, but.... So, Amy and I went shopping for "Carla's" new wardrobe at a large mall with a variety of stores. Amy selected everything from panties, bras and slips to dresses, skirts ,tops, and shoes, all in my size, and finishing with sundry cosmetics needed to condition my male skin and hide my beard shadow. A variety of items, costing lots of money, and enough for the 10 day trip and maybe a little more. She was really going to lay it on me. I think she was getting caught up in the idea of teaching me some humility with life as a woman and now, she was going to push it as far as she could. I had often shopped with her before, following her around the lady's departments, then purely as a spectator, but this time she was shopping for ME and it was a whole different thing. At first, I was a little embarrassed that I would have to wear all this stuff. But in a short time, I was getting somewhat excited in anticipation of being in these delightful outfits and actually looked forward to trying them on. Amy's negative attitude changed to one of having fun dressing me up, sort of like her own "Barbie Doll", and she shopped with a renewed interest. We located a small store where I could be fitted, privately, for a wig, on the pretense of needing it for a costume party. Yeah, it was going to be a party all right, but not exactly as we would have the clerk believe. How different I looked in a woman's wig! We selected a short, sort of mannish but feminine, hair style in my natural brown color which Amy felt would be the easiest to maintain. I would have preferred long, blonde tresses, of course, but I yielded to her judgment. Back home, to begin the preparations, Amy ordered me soak in a hot bubble bath with instructions for me to shave my entire body to remove the little hair I hadjust my chest and legs. I gave no argument. I always enjoy a hot, soaking bath. After she inspected me for any traces of stubble, I took a rinsing shower and emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a large towel humbly ready to begin my transformation. It was a strange feeling...I was completely hairless and was already beginning to look feminine. Amy dusted my body with a sweet smelling powder making my skin feel baby soft. She had an entire new outfit laid out on the bed. It was obvious what I was to do, so, without any further argument, I began to get dressed. First, the nylon briefs; next, the mauve colored bra, which was already filled with foam plastic breast forms out to a B Cup. I have to admit, the stuff was already feeling pleasant on my smooth skin. I stepped into a half-slip and pulled it up. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I lifted the hem of my slip in a very ladylike fashion, carefully bunched up and pulled on a pair of thigh-high stockings as I had seen Amy do countless times. Against my smooth powdered skin, they glided easily up my legs. The ecstatic feeling of these delicate fabrics against my body was making my manhood throb. Amy stood by and watched me put on these ladies garments without comment, but wearing a big smile. I'm sure she had some idea of what I was thinking, judging from my eagerness to put them on. She had probably expected me to fight her with each item, but I didn't. I stood up and smoothed my slip to lay properly. It was a feminine gesture, but almost instinctive. It all felt so light and airyas if I was wearing nothing! "Well now, I'll just bet you enjoy wearing ladies underwear, don't you?" she asked, seeing my bulge rising and trying to embarrass me. "Hmmm, yeah," I responded, sort of surprised. "What's not to like? This stuff is actually very comfortable. You woman are lucky to be able to wear such nice things." That was an understatement. The feel of the form fitting, lace trimmed nylon panties supporting my balls and pressing against my penis had me almost to an orgasm, and the slip, flowing around and between my nylon sheathed legs, was a new sensation I never wanted to forget. So this is how they feel on a woman. My first thought was that I wished I had tried this years ago. I wondered why so many women don't like to wear this stuff. "Good, get used to them. You're going to be wearing them for a while. Now, put this dress on, and these shoes, too," she commanded. Obeying without question or hesitation, and my heart racing, I slipped into the long sleeved, flowered dress with an elastic waistband and full skirt. First the skirt portion over my head, then my arms through the sleeves. Amy pulled it down over my body and zipped me in with the back zipper. I was locked in until she released me since I couldn't reach the zipper. The top was form-fitting enough to accentuate my newly acquired bosom, and the tight fitting waistband accentuated my hips adding to my feminine shape. The shoes were leather pumps with two inch heels. A perfect fit, I had no trouble walking in them. The finishing touch was the wig. Amy placed it on my head and adjusted it for the best position. We were both impressed at my appearance. I thought I'd feel foolish at this point, but I not only felt extremely comfortable dressed this way for the first time, but I looked good too. It's a good thing the dress had a full skirt to conceal my arousal. "You dog...you do actually make a cute woman. There's hope for this yet, you're a natural, " Amy admitted. "Let's try some makeup on you." From the sound of her voice, I sensed her attitude seemed to be changing. She was beginning to have fun with me and, I was beginning to be more confident about passing as a woman. I knew I had a lot to learn about female behavior and I was getting eager to start. Sitting down at her dressing table, she placed a towel around my shoulders and over my protruding bosom, and began to apply the various layers of cosmetics. She instructed me as she went along, talking to me as if I was another woman, with patience and kindness. I watched as the magic was performed. With the final touch of lipstick, Carla emerged as an attractive lady. I didn't want to tell Amy, but I could easily get used to this. And I'm sure she was afraid I would, too. I don't know if it was because I was being pampered by her or was it the smell and taste of the cosmetics, or maybe the way I looked? Anyway, she was pleased with her own handiwork, I was at ease with the look and feel of my new persona, and it was only the first day! "All right, dear lady, now we're going to have some grooming lessons. You're going to begin to learn to be a woman." She sounded as though it was a threat, but she called me LADY...I like the sound of that. I felt like a lady. She no longer barked orders at me but I think she was suspecting I was enjoying myself too much and, catching herself, she still remained cool to the idea. I was trying very hard to please her, too hard, probably. Maybe my seemingly outrageous idea wasn't so bad after all. We practiced walking and sitting like a lady, talking with eye and hand gestures, using feminine voice intonations and verbalizations. Feeling and looking like a woman, I found it easy, fun, and natural to act feminine. Later, I discovered, when dressed as a man, these same actions were awkward. I spent the entire weekend as Carla, even sleeping in a nightgown. I wore various styles and lengths of skirts constantly to get accustomed to movements in them. I was amazed at how light and lovely women's garments are, such a feeling of airiness. I especially enjoyed the freedom of my legs in a skirt. By Sunday night, I had really gotten into the transformation and regretted having to go back to being Carl on Monday morning although I did continue to wear the lingerie under my male attire (my choice). Monday evening, arriving home, I immediately returned to the Carla role without being told. Amy was right there to help me, as though I was being punished for wearing men's clothes. No more sarcastic remarks about me wanting to be a woman, she was now beginning to encourage me to dress, even suggesting that I continue to wear lingerie under my clothes during the day to sustain the "mood," which I already had done! (Of course, minus the forms in my bra. That would never go on my job.) She assumed I didn't like it and I was being forced to wear woman's things and so I offered only feeble protestations to appease her, like the fear of being "caught" by my fellow workers, or the inconvenience of pantyhose in the Men's room. The more I protested, the better she liked it. By the third weekend, Amy suggested that maybe I should get my ears pierced for a better selection of earrings and to avoid uncomfortable clip-on earrings. In a moment of weakness, I submitted and it was done. To keep my ear pierces open, I wore a small diamond stud in alternate ears every day so no one got suspicious, since it was common for men to wear a single earring. In the other ear, I placed a transparent nylon filament. At night, of course, I wore the studs in both ears, and "grudgingly" practiced applying and removing my makeup, experimenting with different colors and brands. Actually, I was getting quite good at the process. Week four, one week before the cruise, with Amy's persuasion, I finally went out in public, as Carla. Wearing a pretty dress with a full slip, matching hosiery, and moderately high heels, and my hair and makeup done to perfection, we went out to dinner and shopping. What a feeling of vulnerability in a dress! The breeze under my skirt against my legs made me feel so naked yet so feminine, and I loved it! To Amy's satisfaction, I looked and acted as a perfect lady. I had to, this was the supreme test, but then, somehow it did feel natural to me We looked at more dresses for me and I even tried some on for style and fit. Now, appropriately attired, I could do that. The salesladies weren't the least bit suspicious or had reason to be. I tried on and purchased some more shoes with slightly higher heels and some flats for hiking. It was fun learning to walk in 2 1/2 inch heels and, I thought, they added shape to my legs, something that now had become important to me. Since I was wearing lingerie every day, now, we bought more panties and hosiery and I decided to discard all my male underwear. "A girl cant have too many pairs of pantyhose," Amy reminded me. Wow! Was she accepting me as a girl? I also quickly discovered that it's a lot of work maintaining a woman's look. Constant and very close shaving, makeup and its perpetual touchup, assembling proper clothing for specific occasions, all the things a woman must do that men take for granted. But, so far, to me it was worth it. Where Amy was initially offended by my suggestion of cross dressing, she now began to treat me like a girlfriend and continued to encourage and advise me, with her crash course, to be more feminine. Minor improvements with my makeup, suggestions on what to wear with what, critiques about my speaking as a woman. My voice wasn't very feminine, but with the proper hand gestures, eye movements, and voice inflections, the pitch wasn't so noticeable. I sounded like a woman with a low voice. I was beginning to feel like Eliza Doolittle in "My Fair Lady". I, too, was learning to be a "proper lady". And where I had admittedly been somewhat of a male chauvinist, now, as Carla, I was becoming a feminist and even as Carl, I was now more considerate of women, in general, and of Amy, in particular. I found I would defend women at every negative remark I heard, something I never did before. When the guys at work told sexist jokes, I started taking it personal. They began to tease me for the change in attitude since I started wearing an earring. Little did they know what was happening to me or what else I was wearing! What a change for me! I think this was what was turning Amy around. She could see a favorable change in my personality, something she never felt was possible. We arrived at the cruise ship terminal on schedule, two women set for a vacation. Our cabin was small but adequate for the 10 day trip. It had a double bed, a small closet, a small bathroom, and a tiny desk with a chair and a mirror we could use for our makeup table. Not much, but then, we didn't need much...we were small ladies. We had to take turns dressing in the small space, but it was handy for helping each other. I needed Amy to hook and unhook my bra, anyway and zip me up when necessary. While I sat down to pull on pantyhose, which I did everyday, Amy would stand and wiggle into a pair of tight jeans. I preferred to wear skirts and stockings because ladies jeans and dress slacks were uncomfortably tight and unforgiving in the crotch area, and tucking myself back and "in" for concealment for any length of time became very painful and a nuisance. Pantyhose and/or panty girdles under a skirt worked just fine. I could always wear men's cut pants, at home. I wouldn't want to cross the ocean in such small accommodations, though. We were to be sailing up along the coast to Alaska, never leaving sight of land...a reassuring thought for me. I didn't like oceans. It was such a novelty for me to receive the attention I got from the crew rushing to help two ladies with their baggage, parcels, or simply their footing while walking on the moving ship. I experienced the advantages of being a woman from the first day. Everyone was so kind and friendly! As a man, I would have been ignored totally or greeted and dismissed promptly. I would have had to carry Amy's and my luggage to our room, or at least to board the ship. Other women would approach and converse with Carla while they never did more than briefly smile to me as Carl. Men constantly opened doors for me, performed other small acts of kindness, and constantly wanted to engage me in conversation such as telling me about the ship's features, or pointing out the sights. Nothing I didn't already know, but, being a lady I had to act impressed and grateful. It made me aware how men like to talk to impress women as well as each other. Male bravado! I just had to act impressed and I had them eating out of my hand. I loved all this attention, though...another thing I could easily get used to. I also learned that if I gave a man the opportunity to be a gentleman, he would do so. It gave me even more opportunity to practice being a lady. The trip progressed smoothly from the beginning, better than I had expected. We met many nice people on board, and enjoyed the side trips occurring every day as we docked in the towns along the coast. I experienced many more advantages to traveling as a pair of single women such as people wanting us to join them and looking after us on the day trips. As a woman, I found it easy to settle back and let it happen. It was fun for me to be dependent for a change. Carl was always too independent to let anyone do anything for him, another masculine trait. Seeing this change in me, I think Amy was enjoying her new lady companion...she was treating me more as a girlfriend and not at all as a husband. At least during the day; at night, our sex life showed a marked improvement. She seemed to prefer that we make love as lesbians, showing me a side of her that I'd never known, so we both learned new things about each other. I think this helped cause Amy to encourage me to continue in my role as a woman. In the evenings, we would carefully dress for dinner. I constantly made a conscious effort to be as feminine as possible, both in actions and appearance. Before leaving our cabin, we would check each other's outfits, hair, and makeup, just like two genetic girls. It got to be a routine, one I loved. Calling my bluff was the best thing Amy ever did for me. We discussed our situation many times. I said I felt so natural that I don't know how I would be able to let Carla go, or if I wanted to. Amy was sure it was just the novelty of the moment and it would wear off.. On the third night out, we learned there was a nightly Country Western dance on the ship. Amy and I had been fans of CW dancing for a long time and had even been instructors at one time. So we entered the line dancing contest, the first time Amy and Carla had danced together. We rented costumes for the evening, including western style short skirts and high heeled boots. I learned to dance in heels very quickly. Actually, as Carl, my Men's western boots had two inch heels anyway, except these lady's heels were narrower but just as high. The competition was good, but we took first place. The prize was just a gag gift, but it was fun. Being a nightly event, we took part in the dances each night. Although we stayed out of the competition, we coached other people. We got to be known by many passengers as the "dance teachers". I was constantly invited to dance with male partners, not unusual for a real woman, but certainly new for me, especially when she has to dance backwards in heels. I found slow dancing in a man's arms wasn't all that badstrange and a bit awkward at first, but I adapted to it. Sometimes, after the dance, my partner would give me a thank you kiss on the cheek. One kissed me on the lips...I didn't mind that, either. It was just another reminder of my newly acquired femininity. Time passed rapidly, as it does when you're having fun. I had been living exclusively and publicly as a woman full time for almost 10 days without a problem, and I liked it very much. So much that I was wondering how I could convince Amy to let me continue as we had done before the trip, that is, cross dressing in my spare time. But then, it shouldn't be too difficult since she knew how I now felt, and I think she enjoyed having me around as a woman. On the last night of the cruise, the events director asked to speak to us. It seemed, the captain wanted us to sign on for the remainder of the season as dance instructors since we had livened up the crowd so well during the dance activities. He said this was the ship's first trip of the season and it was to continue for the next four months till the season's end. We'd each get a moderate salary plus expenses and accommodations, (larger, we pleaded). And, best of all, I'd have to remain as a woman over the summer. Amy and I privately discussed it, after which , we accepted the offer pending getting leaves of absence from our employers, which we were able to arrange by telephone. "Well, I guess you got your wish again, Carla. You get to continue to be a woman for the next several months. You like that, don't you?" Amy asked, smiling in approval. "Yes, Hon, I do. I've gotten adjusted to living like this. It's going to be very tough regressing to being a man again." "After the next four months, I'm sure it will be. And I will miss not having my girlfriend around. We might have to do something about that," Amy responded. "You can do as you did before," Amy continued, making it sound as if it was her idea. "Work as a man, then spend your evenings and weekends as Carla. I know it makes you happy and I'd like that. You have become such an attractive and natural acting woman...I wont take that away from you. Let's enjoy our new job and you can make the best of your new life, girl." I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. Amy, encouraging me to live as a woman! While docked in Seattle and waiting for the next cruise, we took the opportunity to shop for more cosmetics for me and clothes for us both, especially Western style outfits for our job. Blouses and skirts with fringes and fancy boots with high heels. My hair was long enough to resemble a mannish but feminine style so I didn't need the wig anymore. Another new experience for me, I visited a beauty shop for a manicure. I put on red nail polish for the first time instead of clear, and bought lipstick to match. I felt very natural having my nails done by a beautician. Never thought I'd ever say that. Carl, the male chauvinist, sitting in a dress, nylons, and high heels, having his nails done! Well. Carl was now Carla, a lovely lady, and very happy. I asked Amy if I could invest in a pair of glue-on silicon breast forms, knowing that they're expensive. She agreed, they're costly, but she also agreed they'd look and feel more natural on me. I could then wear halter tops and even a swim suit for the summer. Using the money we'd save on expenses for the summer, we decided to go for it. With the new breasts glued in place, they made my body look amazingly like a genetic woman. My skin had gotten so soft from the baths and skin conditioners; with the proper girdle, my hips seemed to appear more pronounced and my waist was smaller. Side by side nude in front of a mirror , with my genitals tucked back, Amy and I looked almost like sisters! My new silicon filled breasts jiggled when I walked and danced. Much more natural. I could feel the male eyes on me. We started our job as Country Western dance instructors on the next cruise. Every night we coordinated the event and encouraged people to join in, why not, with two pretty lady instructors. Even during the day, Amy and I dressed in a western motif so we could be identified as the "girls from the dance". It seems that I had more men hitting on me since I got the new breasts. The guys liked to press my chest against theirs, or maybe I was more aware of it because I'm a guy and I know their motive. Many times, I could feel their arousal too, and I felt pleased that it was for me. My gosh, I was even thinking like a woman! I did have a man ask me to join him for dinner on one cruise. Amy said to go for it, so I did. We dined and later, walked around the decks, holding hands or with me holding his arm. He finished the evening with a long, hot kiss. I let myself feel totally like a real woman and enjoyed it because it made me feel so much more genuine. Strange, but I wanted more. If he only knew the truth about me. We dated a few more times before the trip ended. He made me very horny, and I took it out on Amy, much to her pleasure. But after that, Amy advised that I not push my luck and to quit dating men before something happened that I might be sorry for. I really didn't want to, but I took her advice. I don't know why, but I think I would've tried sex with a man if given the opportunity, and that worried Amy. The idea suddenly seemed so appealing, so natural. After the last cruise, Amy and I bid farewell to the Captain and the crew and returned home. I didn't want to revert back to being Carl, but it was inevitable. Strange, but my male clothes didn't fit or feel so well anymore. Maybe too much time in dresses? For the time left on my leave of absence, I planned to remain as Carla. I dressed without the breast forms, wearing the bra on my own breasts, which seemed to almost fill the cups! Amy said it must have been the forms which molded my flesh out. I didn't believe that. And, emotionally, I felt so noticeably different, so sereneso "womanly." That all couldn't happen in just a few months of cross-dressing, could it? I was a changed person. Upon pointing this all out to Amy, we had a very revealing discussion. "OK Carl, I'll be honest with you . I could see how happy you were being a woman, and I've grown to love you as that woman. So I sort of took the initiative and started feeding you female hormones in your food every day. You've been changing into a woman all summer. I could see the change in you and I like what I see." "But, where did you get the hormones?" "In Seattle during our first stop, I spoke to a doctor about you and she gave me pills. Small enough doses to affect you, but not do any injury. Now, if you want to continue, you can see our doctor who will increase the doses under supervision. Then, your development will continue. Or, if you choose to stop, your growth will stop, but it's not likely you'll lose what you have." "Well, Carl's clothes don't fit anymore; too tight in the butt and loose in the waist. And how can I conceal my breasts under white dress shirts? What can I do? How do I go back to work? I cant go in cold turkey as a woman in transition! Those things take time. I might as well continue and see where it takes me. I am happy this way." "Either you go in and tell them you're in transition to becoming a woman, or you change jobs and hire in someplace else as a woman from the start. Hey, it's what you always wanted, anyway, isn't it? Admit it!" Feeling very much like a woman now, I wasn't about to argue with Amy. This experience did have a lasting effect on me. My fantasies had become real. "What I've always wanted, Amy, is to be self employed, and maybe now it's time to start. As a programmer, I can do it as a consultant just as well. Women consultants aren't at all uncommon and it may actually be a plus for me. Maybe you did me a double favor. Amy, I love you." "And Carla, I love you." Epilog: Carla did become a successful computer consultant. She went on to get breast implants and continued on the maintenance dose of estrogen to remove any vestiges of masculinity.. She and Amy remained married and continued living as two very happy women.