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Pierced
by Jacqueline Gold
It had been a long hard day at the office. Max had been very irritating with his
silly jokes and toilet humour, the boss had been as unreasonable as ever and I
was exhausted. A long hot bath. A long, hot, fragrant bath - that was what I
needed.
The advantage of stopping away from home was the extra time to myself in the
evening. I walked into the hotel at 5 p.m. sharp and booked in. Room 376. Not
too bad for a discreet exit. I humped my two cases up the stairs and entered my
room. Plain, but comfortable. I kicked off my shoes and switched on the TV.
Slowly I removed my clothes and put them neatly on the back of the chair. I
unpacked my suitcase and filled the drawers. Then I lovingly opened my second
case - the one that filled me with excitement and anticipation. But first - to
the bathroom.
I ran that long, hot bath and used the sachet provided by the hotel. The scent
of flowers filled the room as I submerged myself in the steaming water. I
reached for my razor, and, after soaping my legs, ran the razor in long, firm,
strokes up each of them. I particularly loved the sensation of my silky smooth
legs rubbing together and so I paid special attention to the inside tops of my
legs. Having shaved my legs, I went on to my arms, torso and finally my
underarms. I showered away the hair now detached from my body and found my
scissors. I trimmed my pubic hair until it was barely more than stubble.
Finally, I took the bottle of baby oil nestling in my wash bag and rubbed a
generous portion over my body. Turning to my face, I lathered up and then shaved
my face until it was smoothness personified. Then out of the tub and gently
patted myself dry, and wrapped the towel around my chest, I was ready to
continue.
I carefully pained my toenails and fingernails in the frosted pink colour that I
loved so much. Time was required for this - but I had planned it so that time
was available. I removed my make up bag from my "alter ego" case. The beard
cover was applied over my face and neck, then the fixing powder. I applied
several strokes of the pan stick and then blended it into my face, before fixing
the foundation with some pressed powder. Carefully I applied a little eye liner
to each eye, followed by a blend of light blue, grey and white eye shadow. Wow!
My face was coming to life. Mascara on top and bottom lashes followed, before
adding blush to each cheek.
Now my favourite bit. I extracted by gaffe from the case and tucked my manliness
away. Black knickers followed. The corset I had chosen was a long, boned affair.
Loosening the laces and unhooking the clips, I wrapped it around myself and
clipped it shut. Then I tilted myself forwards and pulled on the laces as hard
as I could. I marvelled as my paunch evaporated from sight and my smooth body
took on a new outline. Tying the laces together, I extracted a further 2
centimetre reduction in my waist.
I removed by silicone breasts from their box and sprayed a little adhesive on
each. Holding them to my chest for a little over a minute gave them time to warm
up and when I loosened my grip they were both warm and part of me - fixed to my
chest. I jiggled a little to check the adhesive; it was fine. I used a little
foundation to disguise the joins. I then put on my black Wonderbra and marveled
at the 36B illusion reflected back at me in the mirror.
Next, my tights. I had always preferred tights to stockings because I loved the
feeling of nylon rubbing nylon at the top of my legs. I stretched the black
lycra and eased it up my silky legs. Heaven!
The telephone rang. It was my wife. Lucky we don't use videophones, I thought,
as I exchanged news on the day and then wished her a good night. Back to the job
in hand. Tonight was going to be a very special night. Not only was I going out
- a rare excursion for a closet TV like me - but also I had decided to have my
ears pierced. Away from home for four weeks at a new client represented the
ideal opportunity to indulge the fantasy of a lifetime, have time to experiment
with my new holes, and get them partly rehealed and disguised before someone who
knows me noticed.
I had chosen a ribbed, pink, roll-neck top and a smart black skirt (respectfully
just below the knee) for my outer wear. Having put these on, I sprayed my self
with the exceptionally erotic "Audace", added my dark pink, glossy, long lasting
lipstick in a double coating and slipped my feet into my 3 inch, black courts.
The ankle straps gave me both additional security and made me feel slightly
restrained and imprisoned. I clipped on my gold, teardrop shaped dangly earrings
and took great pleasure in imagining the pierced ear replacements hanging from a
newly punched hole.
Finally,I extracted my "Lovely" chestnut brown wig from its box, brushed and
combed the dark reddish brown tresses until they positively shone. I fitted my
wig cap and then carefully but firmly pulled the wig over it until it looked
like my own hair. I comb styling it once more, I then shook my head gently and
the style settled in all its feminine glory.
I pulled on my lightweight, lined black jacket, filled my handbag with the bare
essentials and admired the finished product in the mirror. Jack becomes
Jacqueline - and feels so natural about the new identity.
Cautiously, I stepped out of my hotel bedroom. No matter how good I thought I
looked, I was always anxious to steer clear of people if I possibly could,
particularly in places where a conversation might ensue. I wobbled nervously on
the heels then gradually found my style and grace, lifting my head as taught in
the deportment video and not being afraid to thrust my chest forward.
I made my way through the Hotel car park to the car. Having opened the door, I
carefully sat in the drivers seat then swung my legs in as elegantly as I could.
I started the car and drove very carefully to the shopping centre that I had
chosen for my adventure. I could feel my manliness harden at the thought of the
sharp pain soon to inflict my lobes, and the sheer womanliness of the act.
Careful, Jack, I thought as a Police car passed me going the other way, no sense
in putting yourself in a very awkward situation.
Parking up, a carefully swung my nylon encased legs out of the car and picked up
my handbag, before getting out, locking the door and minced away in the smallest
steps that I could. Clack, clack, clack, clack went my heels on the concrete as
I headed for the entrance to the shops. The place was quite busy as I made my
way towards the accessories shop that boasted that it pierced more ears than
anywhere else. Two more tonight!
I entered the shop and made my way to the counter. The female assistant looked
bored and tired as she stood behind the counter, flicking through some sort of
stock sheet. "May I help you?" she asked.
I took a deep breath and adjusted my throat to produce the voice that I had
practised so meticulously on and off for the last month. "I'd like my ears
pierced," I replied in feminine tones that, I was relieved to hear, sounded very
credible indeed.
"Okay, do you want the special offer, two for the price of one?" the assistant
enquired. I was never one to turn down a bargain and half price ear piercing
seemed good to me.
"Yes please," I said. She called her colleague across and directed me to a low
swivel stool. I selected a small gold ring with a tiny jewel on one side from
the tray of alternatives offered to me.
"Do you want that in both?" she said. I thought that was a bit of an odd
question, but I then realised that some people probably wanted something
different in left and right ears.
"Yes, thanks, same in both." I sat down and in unison the two of them proceeded
to pull off my clip earrings and hand them to me. I then felt them marking and
then swabbing my ears in readiness for the deed. I braced myself. Click! It was
clear these assistants were well practised at their art as the earrings for each
ear went in together. My ears stung and throbbed but this was counteracted by
waves of pleasure flowing down my body as I realised that I had done it. Click!
While I had been engulfed in feelings of pleasure, the assistants had been in
action again, this time piercing my ears at the top with a small ring.
Two for the price of one! Of course, four holes and four earrings. The piercings
at the top throbbed dreadfully because they had been made through cartilage, but
not as much as my member did at the thought of the wantonly feminine thing I had
done.
I handed over my money and minced out of the store. I felt the new rings gently
tugging at my ears. I flicked my hair away from my ears so the new additions
could be seen.
I had been well and truly pierced.
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