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The Perfect Girl
By Jennifer Richardson
When I first found that my husband was a habitual crossdresser I
admit to being hugely shocked. It also excited me, something that
I certainly hadn't expected. After a little while of me ignoring
his dressing, I decided that I should do a little bit of research
and used the wonders of the Internet to discover more about the
subject.
I found that there was far more interest in crossdressing than I
had imagined. Not just guys dressing as girls but admirers, even
those who professed to own them as slaves, maids and servants.
One thing that did intrigue me was the number of dressers who
were not only convincing but also positively beautiful.
The first time that I saw James fully dressed and made up it came
to me that he had little idea of clothes or makeup. It was then
that I made a decision that was to change our lives, his most of
all, completely.
The more that I thought of it the more the idea appealed to me.
Little by little I took a more active role than he could possibly
have hoped or imagined. Not only with his dressing and his make
up but in other less noticeable ways. He'd put together a small
wardrobe of his own, he'd kept it hidden a small suitcase in the
back of his closet. This I quickly changed, insisting that it was
to hang with the rest of his "normal" clothing.
"That way, every time you reach for a shirt you'll see a blouse,
that's what you really wish you could wear to work isn't it?"
His shocked reaction to this was rather a delight, his fear of
discovery, now that I knew about "her" other side, had been
calmed. The implied threat that he would rather like to wear a
blouse to work and be seen by his workmates certainly seemed to
worry him.
I altered his diet subtly, cutting out the fast food and the
fried food, feeding him more salads and watched his slight paunch
disappear. His beer intake changed to white wine and his skin
softened under the regular regime of creams and moisturisers. He
turned his nose up at losing his body hair but the suggestion
that his stockings would feel heavenly if he were smooth all over
did the trick.
Over time we worked on his posture and stance, his walking and
general movements. A very tight fitting knee length skirt reduced
his stride and the four-inch spike heels forced him to carry
himself in a much more feminine manner. James's' hair grew to
shoulder length and bit by bit I lightened it from mouse blonde
to ash blonde. Obviously this didn't go unnoticed at work, he
covered it by saying that it was down to me. This suited me down
to the ground as, without noticing, he had admitted that I was in
control. The same thing happened when he went into the office on
a Monday morning with two gold studs in his ears.
We steadily increased his wardrobe, the money he had previously
spent down at the pub or going to football was, bit by bit,
diverted to shopping for that particular skirt or top, or that
dress, shoes or lingerie. Inside of three months he was trimmed
down to become a rather nice slim blonde. I'd progressed him to
wearing lingerie at all times. All his male underclothes were
burned in the back garden one Saturday morning, he was allowed
socks over his stockings or tights for work but they had to be
removed as soon as he got home and he put on his heels. Most
evenings he'd be sitting in the lounge in his shirt and suit
trousers, looking perfectly androgynous. Especially when he had
long glossed false nails on his fingers, these gave way to his
own once they'd grown sufficiently to look feminine and manicured
without being overly noticeable. They weren't glossed with colour
for work but he polished them with a clear varnish.
All along the way I'd kept a careful photo diary and had also
kept a written record of his progress. Cataloguing his thoughts
about his dressing and how he felt when he was dressing or being
dressed. By the end of the three-month period he was doing his
own makeup and styling his own hair. Obviously I supervised it
all and recorded his transformation on film.
We developed a series of looks for him, from secretarial to
social and all points in between. Relations in the bedroom were
as good if not better than ever, when James came to bed with me
en-femme he stayed in that role until the morning, if it was a
weekend then he stayed that way for the weekend.
James was totally unaware how far I had been taking things behind
his back. I kept dropping little surprises on him from time to
time. Perhaps the best was the day when his provisional driving
licence arrived, Jenny Richardson was born. There followed a bank
account and a credit card, along with the insinuation that I
expected Jenny and not James to use them.
Come July we were due to go on holiday to Spain, without James
knowing I cancelled it and planned for us to have two weeks at
home with James as Jenny for the whole time. When I sprang this
on him he was angry for a moment until I took him upstairs and
showed him the white satin negligee and nightgown set I'd bought
for him. This calmed him down very quickly but when he saw the
very realistic silicon breast forms I'd also bought he was in
seventh heaven. The closer it came to our holiday he was more and
more excited by the idea of being Jenny for two weeks, I was
damned sure that he wasn't going to be disappointed.
The breast forms came supplied with a medical adhesive. The first
time he tried them I had to make him sit on the end of the bed
until he'd calmed down. His physical reaction had been startling
to say the least. In fact his physical reaction to dressing had
been a bit of a revelation for me. I'd encouraged him to push his
masculinity back between his legs from day one. That way
eliminating the bulge in the front of his skirt or dress. What I
hadn't expected was for him to be able to reach a climax that
way, even when he was barely hard. Making him come in his panties
that way made him very easy to control and gave me a huge buzz.
Once or holidays finally arrived I was ready for him inside the
front door when he came home from work. I'd cleared his closet of
anything male; the same went for the bathroom, even his razor
being replaced by a lady shave. His clothes and everything else
went into a large locked suitcase, which in turn went into the
garden shed. The key to the shed I kept locked away in a drawer
of my bedside cabinet.
As soon as the door was closed behind him I told him to take off
his shirt and trousers. I handed him his breast forms and
adhesive and watched him fit them to his chest within the black
lace bra that was almost visible through his shirt. The shirt was
replaced with a soft peach blouse with capped sleeves and
scalloped collar. The trousers were exchanged for a tight fitting
knee length pencil skirt over black seamed stockings and
suspenders. Tucking himself in between his legs and held in place
by a very tight fitting pair of panties cut high on the leg.
Sensible office shoes were swapped for a pair of three inch
heeled court shoes before he was sent upstairs to do his face,
hair and nails. While he was seeing to this I took his shirt,
trousers and shoes out into the garage and put them in a large
padlocked trunk from my schooldays. When he came back down into
the lounge he'd turned himself from city gent to sexy secretary.
Hoop earrings, bracelets and a light gold chain necklace
completed the look, just in time for him to pose for a number of
photographs.
After the photo session I gave him a small black leather handbag,
which I sent him off to fill with cosmetics, comb, etc. Telling
him to come through to the dining room when he was finished. The
dining room is more of a home office, set up with the computer
system and shelves full of files and books that relate to my
work, freelance journalism. When he came in he wouldn't have
found it particularly odd to see me sitting in front of the
computer. I called him over and clicked on the mouse button,
watching his face as the screen filed up with images of him
dressing, fully dressed and undressing. I'd also put up the
written diary and added captions to the photo's that were his
quotes and feelings about his dressing.
"Isn't it good?" I asked, watching his eyes widen as he looked
and read.
"Well, as long as nobody sees it. I didn't know you were doing a
diary? What made you think of doing one?"
"When I first discovered you crossdressed I did a bit of research
on the web. I thought it might be fun to record your
transformation from occasional crossdresser to fully fledged
transvestite."
He gave me a smile and said, "I do look quite good don't I?"
"You should share yourself with all the other T-girls out there
Jenny."
"How do you mean?"
"Well, like this for instance." I clicked the mouse again and the
screen cleared for a moment before a window flashed up confirming
that the pages had been sent.
"What happened?" He said, a note of concern in his voice.
"You're famous Jenny, at least you will be when people start
surfing around your website. I've already linked it to a dozen
transvestite sites so someone is bound to see you."
I said it so lightly that I could tell he wasn't sure whether to
believe me or not.
"You haven't, have you? Oh God! You have! What if someone we know
finds it?" The horrified look on his otherwise stunning looking
face, spoilt things for a little while!
"Unless there's someone in the office into transvestites they
aren't likely to see it are they?"
I saw him visibly calm down and decided now was the time to put
him firmly in her place.
"Of course, if I was to click the button on this box here," I
slid the arrow over the box marked send all, "everyone in your e-
mail address book will get the website address. Plus a message
from you saying that it's a must see site. How many people in the
address book Jenny? Thirty-seven I think I counted. I've even
changed your e-mail address, or shall we call it fe-mail? You're
now [email protected] "
"No!" It was more of a moan than an objection.
"Yes actually Jenny, and it's all password protected so don't
even think about trying to undo it. In the meantime we have two
weeks to get to know each other all over again darling, if you
don't like the idea or decide that you're not going to do what
you are told then I can always send it later can't I? Now grab
your handbag darling, let's go and get a drink in the Dragon."
"What! We can't go to out! Especially not to the Dragon."
The Dragon having been his regular drinking den.
"Of course we can Jenny, in fact we will go, unless..."
I left the threat hanging and saw the confusion anger and fright
flickering over his face.
"Don't worry darling, no one will recognise you. All they'll see
are two sexy office girls having a drink after a hard day at the
office."
The walk to the pub took fifteen minutes, normally it would have
taken five but I insisted we take a roundabout route so Jenny
could become accustomed to being out in public. She, for she
became more feminine as she relaxed, became much happier once she
realised that she was attracting admiring looks and glances as
opposed to horrified and mocking reactions. She tensed a little
as we approached the pub but I placed my palm in the small of her
back and whispered that this might not be the place to make a
scene.
She relaxed again when I guided her into the lounge instead of
the bar. I crossed to the middle of the long bar with a sly smile
playing around on my lips. Either she could stand in the doorway
and attract attention or she would have to come to the bar where
I was. The pub wasn't busy but it was still only just after seven
o'clock and I knew it would soon start filling up.
Jenny came across to stand beside me and I saw her catch a look
at herself in the mirror behind the bar. Out of her normal
surroundings she looked even better than she did at home, being
out in public also meant that she would have to quickly slide
into character. The one that slowly developed was rather demure
at first but after a couple of drinks she showed a sense of fun
that James rarely displayed. There was a hint of sexiness and she
was very much a flirt.
As the room began to fill the flirting cooled a little, more so
when it became apparent that there were people who she
recognised. When Trish and Janet came in Jenny froze when they
turned and waved. They lived in the house opposite ours and were
both dressed up to the nines. Trish is a hairdresser and Janet
runs an employment agency, both glamorous girls and very much an
open item.
I spoke quietly and gently squeezed Jenny's hand.
"Act naturally and don't panic, you'll be fine. If you can pass
with those two you'll pass anywhere."
"But they're..."
"I know, maybe they'll think we are too."
She didn't get time to answer as the girls were coming over to
the corner booth we were sitting in.
"Hi! Girls night out is it?" I smiled as they sat down.
"Unless you've got a better idea Lynn!" Trish giggled and got a
good-natured nudge from her girlfriend.
"Sorry, I'm forgetting my manners, Janet, Trish this is my friend
Jenny, Jenny, neighbours of mine, Trish and Janet."
Introductions done I went to the bar for more drinks,
substituting Jenny's white wine for a large vodka. When I
returned Trish was complimenting Jenny on her hair and Janet was
asking if she worked. I gave myself a congratulatory smile when
Jenny thanked Trish for the compliment and telling Janet that she
was an office assistant.
"Jenny's just broken up with her girlfriend, she's down from
Manchester you see, she's staying with me for a fortnight while
she gets herself sorted out aren't you?"
I saw the way she took time to take her drink and her surprise at
tasting the vodka. Her gasp made us all giggle but also gave her
the time to construct her response.
"Yes, Lynn and I were best friends at college, she's helping me
get myself back on my feet."
"I bet James is impressed having two gorgeous girls in the
house!" Janet giggled suggestively.
"He's in Spain for two weeks so Jenny and I have the place to
ourselves, it's like being back at college again, except there's
more than one bed!" I said, dropping a hint large enough to
demolish a large building. I sensed Jenny freeze for a moment,
Trish and Janet shared a knowing look before Trish smiled and
asked if James knew about Jenny and I at college.
"I don't think that what he doesn't know can hurt him," I slipped
an arm round Jenny's shoulder and drew her closer, "will it
darling?"
Both Janet and Trish visibly relaxed, I could only presume they
had been worried how Jenny would react to their relationship. Of
course she knew already but they weren't to know that were they.
By the time the bell rang for last orders we were all a little
tipsy, I suggested we all go back to the house for a night cap
and saw the look of worry flick across Jenny's face but could
only guess that it was lost in the vodka.
Once home I noticed that the fresh air had hit Jenny, she seemed
even tipsier and she excused herself for just long enough for
Trish Janet and myself to get comfortable in the lounge. I'd
opened the sliding doors between the lounge and the dining room
so when Jenny came back in she could clearly see the computer
system. She shot me a frightened look that thrilled me and told
me that I could probably get her to do anything I wanted.
Jenny settled in one of the armchairs, Trish and Janet were
sitting either side of me and we were all nursing large brandies.
I turned the conversation back towards Jenny's supposed break up
with her girlfriend.
"So what went wrong? She must have been mad to let you escape." I
asked, watching for her reaction. She surprised me with her
answer.
"She went off with a man she works with, decided that I wasn't
what she was looking for."
"So are you going back to Manchester once you've sorted yourself
out?" Trish asked.
"There's not a lot of point, her ex has moved the boyfriend into
the house. Of course Jenny over reacted and resigned from her job
before she'd thought things through." I said before Jenny could
react.
"Well if you get stuck, I'm sure I can find something for you,"
Janet said, "have you worked as a temp before?"
So it went on, the more the questions came the more Jenny dug
herself in. She created her own past with little help from me;
she also drank just enough brandy to leave her a little out of
control.
Jenny got up from the armchair and was a little unsteady on her
feet. I had a sudden thought of her turning an ankle from
toppling in her high heels so I got up to help steady her.
"Come on Jenny, let's get you up to bed, I think you've been
letting yourself think about the ungrateful bitch too much."
I gave her bum a playful squeeze and heard her squeal, Janet came
over to hold the door open for us and after that it seemed only
natural that both she and Trish should help me guide Jenny up to
the bedroom. Could I help it if they saw me giving her a
smouldering kiss? Or that they watched me ease the hem of her
blouse from the waistband of her skirt?
They were both standing in the door way and I heard one or both
gasp when I eased the zip of Jenny's skirt down and slide my hand
inside onto her black panties. Pushing the skirt down until it
slid from her hips and down to the floor. We were still kissing
hungrily, Jenny responding by tilting her head back and
submitting her lips to mine. I began unbuttoning her blouse
slowly from bottom to top, opening it to push it back from her
shoulders until it feel to her waist and only remaining there as
it caught on her wrists.
Whether Jenny was really aware or not I don't know, when I turned
her round to face Janet and Trish she was clasping my hands to
her bra, cupping and moulding her breast forms, moaning softly to
herself. I slipped a hand down her back and fondled her between
her legs, feeling her harden immediately. Little mewing sounds
escaped her lips, kissing at her shoulders I looked past her to
the doorway seeing Trish stroking Janet in the same way. Janet's
dress dropped to the carpet and when she stepped forward from it
Trish followed her further into the room.
It was at that moment that I undid the clip of Jenny's bra and
eased the straps down from her shoulders, they caught at her
elbows and she shuddered when she felt my hands slide down her
flanks to the waistband of her tight black panties.
There was a tension in the room that I could almost taste, a
feral look in Trish's eyes grew when Janet undid her bra and
stroked her fingers over her nipples.
"Jenny had a secret she'd like to share, haven't you Jenny?"
Even through the vodka and brandy fuelled haze Jenny must have
some sense of fear as she shivered and bit her lip. She looked so
vulnerably feminine at that moment; I felt such a surge of power,
of dominance over her. I knew that I could do anything with her
and that holding the threat of further exposure of her would only
reinforce her submissive transformed self.
Slowly, oh so deliciously slowly I eased Jenny's hands down to
her panties. I decided that she should reveal her truth to Janet
and Trish, how would they would react? I didn't know, I didn't
really care, and I was so far gone with my own arousal that I
wasn't really considering it at the time. If they were shocked
sickened and dismayed? Well, it might set Jenny back a little but
then she'd recover and try harder to be who I wanted her to be.
She wouldn't have much choice; I'd already posted her letter of
resignation and had decided that the suitcase full of clothes in
the shed would go up in flames. Jenny of course would light the
bonfire, not knowing what the suitcase contained until it was
fully ablaze.
I felt Jenny's finger working away in her panties, playing with
the root of her arousal just like I'd shown her. Her right hand
busied itself in the front of her panties; the left began easing
them down from behind. I slipped a finger between her thighs and
ran a fingertip back and forward over the head of her length
until she shuddered heavily and parted her thighs.
I watched the girl's faces, Trish's eyes widened and Janet's jaw
dropped. I eased Jenny's bra off until she was standing naked but
for stockings, suspenders and her high heels. I could see her
reflection in the wardrobe mirrors to my left and took in how
exotically erotic she looked. I was still looking in the mirror
when Janet and Trish stepped forward. I stepped back and moved to
the bedside cabinet where I had hidden the camera. So glad now
that I had rung the girls' earlier and asked them out for a
drink.
Janet had been a little taken aback when I had told her that my
new girlfriend was staying with me and that James had left. When
I had promised them a night to remember this was exactly what I
had in mind. I watched through the camera, taking picture after
picture while they explored Jenny. Gasps of amazement when they
stroked the realistic breasts, surprise at the way she reacted
when they stroked the soft hairless legs behind her root and the
lower curves of her buttocks.
Guiding her to the bed Jenny lay back with a look of wonder on
her glossed lips while Trish and Janet kissed and stripped each
other then lay either side of her, stroking, kissing and
caressing until she was writhing on her back. Legs open wide and
two pairs of hands wandering all over her.
They encouraged her to explore their bodies too, she was always
in a submissive position though, and always reacting to what they
wanted and needed until I couldn't resist joining in. Stripping
to stockings and suspenders I crawled onto the bed, receiving a
long welcoming kiss from first Trish, then Janet and then from
Jenny. Suddenly there were soft hands all over me, getting me
hotter and hotter until I was so close to climax that I was
grateful when the girls stroked my heat, easing me down to
straddle Jenny.
With their mouths on my nipples and Jenny held flat on the bed,
pinned by their bodies they took me to heaven and back again and
again. I gave myself up to the pure ecstasy of their loving touch
and embraces. Just as they pleasured me so they pleasured Jenny,
again and again, each time telling her what a beautiful girl she
was. Reinforcing everything that she had become with every word
and every suggestion. Her responses were so intense yet at the
same time so much gentler, so more girlish and feminine.
By the time we'd all collapsed in the bed in the early hours we
were utterly exhausted and in a tangled heap of limbs. It was
late in the morning that I woke; I went to the camera and changed
the film. Then went and got myself showered and dressed. Trish
was up next and at my whispered suggestion she quietly woke Janet
and they left together to wash and dressed. On their return I
filmed them stripping the stockings and suspenders from Jenny
until she was completely naked. They then woke her with soft
gentle kisses and caresses. She went to shower herself, padding
back into the bedroom some time later without a show of shame or
embarrassment. She sat in a pale pink bra and panty set while
Trish gave her a very intense beauty treatment. Janet took over
and dressed her in a white silk blouse, black suit skirt and
jacket.
"I think you'll do just fine Jenny, I've always wanted a personal
assistant and you fit the bill perfectly."
With Janet and Trish being party animals they are always
entertaining at home. On those occasions Jenny is always much in
demand and looks so sweet in her sleek black satin French maid's
uniform. The website gets thousands of hits and she answers each
e-mail she receives. Is she happy? I think so, she has none of
the day to day worries that business people have and as Janet's
PA, she spends more time cleaning their house than she does in
Janet's office. When she's not at the office she's here doing her
chores or down at the beauty salon being pampered in return for
keeping the place tidy or serving drinks to the customers.
And me? Am I happy? I think happy is too mild a word; I have a
perfectly well behaved transvestite maid, cleaner, waitress and
housekeeper. Two beautiful lipstick lesbian lovers to cherish and
Jenny makes three, all be it with that little bit extra to play
with presuming Trish and Janet haven't worn her out.
The next step? Well, she's come on so far from the night Janet
and Trish met her. What with the corset training Janet suggested,
the beauty treatments including electrolysis from Trish and the
constant updating of her website by her webmistress, me, Jenny is
a girl in demand. The big question is whether we have her go on a
course of hormones or we just get her implants. Then she will be
even closer to being our perfect girl.
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