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A Woman's Clothes VII
By Donna Williams
"Morning Sara!" my wife exclaimed, apparently in a better
mood. "Time for your big change! We won't be having a party
this time, because I think you are a little too old for
that."
"How old am I?" I asked.
"Eighteen!" She responded. "And I got you some real sexy
lingerie, and some real sexy outfits to go over them. But
first, we need to make you look older. Go shower, no bubble
bath yet, and shave real close all over. Then come back in
here."
After my morning shower, I was back in my bedroom, lying on
my back in bed. My wife was standing over me and marking my
chest.
"I picked up some C size breast forms for you, and I'm
marking your chest so I can glue them on," she commented.
"Don't you think they may be a little big for my size?" I
asked.
"Oh no!" she remarked. "You remember how you liked looking
at well endowed women, I am making you look just as
attractive to guys."
"I don't want to be attractive to guys," I pleaded, "I only
want to look attractive for you."
"Well, I'm not into other girls," she responded. "Now, I've
spent a lot of money feminizing you, and having you learn
to feel and behave like a girl. I have spent a lot of money
on these breast forms and the sexy lingerie you so desired
also. So lay still, while I attach these to you, or do I
show everyone you know your videos and other pictures."
As the glue set up, my wife said, "From now on, you'll be
known as Sally and will be your own sister. You can call me
by my name when we are in public, but at home, you will
refer to me as Mam. Do you think you can remember that?"
"I'll try Mam," I responded. "Why my own sister?"
"There's not much I can do to change your face, thus you'll
still resemble you. Thus a family resemblance is called
for."
After the glue had set up I was dressed in a black lacy
bra, a skirted garter belt with attached thong, black
stockings, a leather mini skirt and a red blouse. I was
then given one of the photos from the glamour shots and
told to make myself just a pretty. Following my makeup, I
put on a pair of 4 inch black heels that, along with the
short skirt, made my legs look longer and sexier.
"I've set up an appointment at the beauty salon for you. Go
in and give them your name, Sally Williams, and they will
do your hair and nails as I've instructed them to," my wife
informed me. She then drove me there.
My treatment at the salon resulted in me leaving with blond
hair in a long pageboy style, and long red acrylic nails.
During the ride home I remarked to my wife, "They didn't
tell me how to remove these nails. Do you know?"
"No, I'm afraid not. I've never had mine done that way,"
she answered.
"What am I going to do Monday when I go back to work?" I
asked.
"They'll look just fine with your outfit when you report to
work Monday," she answered. "Trust me."
"Outfit? What outfit? I can't go to the office in a woman's
outfit," I hysterically replied.
"Calm down, already, you big sissy." she said. "I didn't
say anything about your office. I've already called your
boss and told her you were feeling poorly and would
probably need a week off. Since you have the vacation time
coming, she okayed it."
"Then, where will I be reporting to work?" I asked.
"Why, at home silly. You will be my new maid," she laughed.
"You've already learned to cook, clean and do the laundry
over the last couple of months. Now, since I skipped
sending you to high school, you'll have to fall back on
those earlier learning experiences and put them to use
being my maid. Just wait until you see your outfits!"
At home she showed me my work outfits, which were short
French Maid's uniforms including a merry widow, ruffled
panties, garters, seamed stocking, high heels and billowing
petticoats. "I can't wait to see you dressed for work
Monday," she commented.
Then for the next couple of hours had me try on my other
outfits, for everyday wear and other occasions. The evening
gowns were lovely and had very sexy teases in them, such as
slits going to the hip, or opaque chiffon above and below
the breasts. All the other dresses and skirts were no
closer than four inches to my knees. The lingerie was in
various colors: red, white, black, violet and pink matching
sets, and the hosiery was all stockings, no pantyhose. The
shoe were all 4 inches or more in the heel and all were
strappy, to show off my painted toenails.
I ended up in a little black dress over my black strapless
bra and matching panties, garter belt and black seamed
stockings. The dress had a single strap that went around my
neck and was very low in the back while very high on the
legs, which stood in a pair of black stilettos. I also had
on a pair of black onyx earrings and matching necklace and
bracelet.
As I stood looking in the mirror, my wife asked, "Well,
isn't she a gorgeous site? Is that the sexy look you wanted
when you first told me of your cross-dressing?"
"I don't think I could have imagined this," I replied. "I
didn't figure I could look anywhere's near this good, Thank
you dear."
"Mam!" She remarked, "And you're welcome Sally. Why don't
you go fix us a little wine while I change and try to make
myself look as beautiful as you."
"Yes Mam," I replied.
A half hour later she emerged from her bedroom in a
stunning little white dress similar to my black one. It
shimmered with the beadwork sewn in the bodice.
"You are stunning!" I remarked, and held out the wine to
her.
"No thank you Sally, you finish it for me. We are going out
to eat, and I need to drive."
After gulping down the wine, I grabbed my handbag and a
wrap, as did my wife, and we were off to the restaurant. We
went past our favorite place, and I asked, "Where are we
headed, Donna?"
"Well, we're known at our old place, so I figured on
heading across town to a little place there I think you'll
enjoy. At least I know I will," she responded.
Unsure of what she meant, we drove along in silence until
we reached the restaurant. Inside the hostess asked if we
had a reservation. My wife responded, "No we are to meet
the Hastings party."
I gasped, and my wife asked, "What's wrong Sally?"
"Hastings? Wasn't Dan's last name Hastings?" I quietly and
nervously asked, while we were led to the table. She didn't
need to respond, because Dan and another gentleman stood to
greet us as we arrived.
Dan and my wife embraced with a kiss. "Donna, this is
Mike," introduced Dan.
"Hello," responded my wife. "This is Sally, Sally, this is
Dan and Mike."
"Pleased to meet you," they both acknowledged.
After we were seated, Dan asked about me. "Sally is my ex-
husbands sister, actually," said my wife. "We still get
along, and when my daughter Sara went to live with her
father, Sally asked if she could stay with me and keep me
company. She's such a dear, she knew how lonely I'd be
without another female in the house."
During diner the conversation turned to what we did for an
occupation and I referred to my normal job, not my maid
duties. Mike looked to me and asked if I had found work
here yet, but before I could answer, my wife responded for
me, "As a matter of fact, both she and my ex had the same
training. I was saving it as a surprise but now that the
subject has been brought up... Sally, I've set up a job
interview for you with Tom's former boss. She seems very
interested because was sorry to see Tom leave."
I was stunned, and groped for a response, but Dan and Mike
remarked on how great that would be if I landed the job.
"Thank you," I forced out, as a tear trickled down my
cheek.
"Will you gentlemen excuse us while I take Sally to the
ladies room to freshen up? She appears a little
overwhelmed," my wife commented.
She led me into the ladies room, and I asked, "What does
this mean? Are you keeping me this way? I said I didn't
want to become a woman!"
"I know you did, but you do it so well," my wife responded.
"Also, I've fallen for a real man in Dan. So instead of
telling him I was being transferred as you suggested, I
told him Sara had to go live with her father for a while. I
figured Mark would get over it, he's young."
"But, my friends, my job..."
"You haven't been out with your friends since this all
started, and as for your job, I really did talk to your
boss. She knows the whole story and has gladly accepted
your changes. Your nameplate has already been changed to
read Sally J. Williams, J is for Jean. Now, let's fix your
mascara before the guys come looking for us," she said. As
we headed back to the table, she commented further, "Get to
know Mike better, and maybe he'll find you appealing in
lingerie."
To be continued
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