Chris BeakerChapter 5 Long Distance Runaround
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Turned Around
By Indy
What a weekend it turned out to be. I've been married for some time when my wife
proposed something that I never thought would happen. The issues of crossdresing
or basically anything that could be thought of as out of the mainstream was
definitely taboo in our house. I never once considered the possibility of
confiding in her about my desire to dress up in woman's clothes. Over the years I
think my wife had picked up on a couple of clues that planted the weekend idea in
her head.
I remember when we were first married; I went to a store and purchased some
leotards and matching tights. I have always loved the feminine look of women's
exercise clothes. I would wear them when my wife was not home and even do a few
excurses on the living room floor. I would even give my heart a rush by wearing
them with an UN-buttoned shirt and go down to the apartment laundry room and
back.
I have always loved the excitement of almost getting caught or even being seen
without being truly recognized. I was pretty bold back then, I remember once
going for a drive in my car, I pulled behind a building pulled off my regular
clothes that covered up my leotard outfit and then continued the drive. I don't
think that anyone actually noticed me until I stopped close to the main road and
in a parking lot, got out of the car to act like I was getting something out of
the trunk. I heard a car's horn honking from the main road just as I was standing
at the back of the car with my hands on the open trunk lid. Ha! Someone saw me
this time. I just loved the thrill.
Anyway those same leotards and tights lead to my wife's idea. One time after
wearing them, I accidentally left them lying on the closet floor where of course
my wife found them. I came home later that day and found my secret clothes lying
neatly on our bed.
I just remember thinking "Holy shit" and panicked! Thinking that, that's it I'm
done doing this. I immediately put the clothes in a garbage bag and took them
directly to the apartments dumpster. My wife did ask me about them latter with a
funny grin on her face, I simply fluffed if off and that was the end of it. The
subject simply never came up again and I wrote it off over the years to my wife's
generally bad memory.
Over the next several years I continued to dress up some times in my wife's
clothes and other times in some of my own that I had acquired over time, mostly
that I purchased myself at a department store (that's another story). I always
kept them well hid. I did have a feeling that she was a little aware about my
crossdressing when she blamed me for some damage to a pair of her crop paints.
Well I better get to the weekend or at least how it started. I had no idea that
this was coming. It all started last spring and we were both on a diet, I had a
goal of 20 pounds and was just about at it. One morning my wife suggested to me
that when we reach our diet goals we should do something special to celebrate.
"Like what?" I said.
"Let's get some new clothes and go for a weekend getaway, what do ya think."
"Sounds great." I said.
We proceeded to pick out the weekend on the calendar and find a destination.
As the weekend approached my wife commented to me that I should find some time to
go get some new clothes for the weekend. I told her that I intended on it but had
been a little short on time. She told me that she had already picked up a few
things for me and wouldn't mind getting the rest.
As I was thanking her for help she asked me if I wanted anything in particular
like some panties maybe.
"What!" I said, "Panties?"
"Yeah panties, I don't want you to wear mine so I think you should bring your
own. I already got you some but you might want a few more."
She says take a look at what I got you and you can decide what you still want. I
could tell that my wife was up to something, like it was sort of planned. As I
asked her what the heck she was talking about she retrieved several bags from the
closet.
She handed one of them to me and said, "Here take a look at this one first."
I opened the bag and inside was some women's tights and leotards, pair of panties
and a skirt. I had no idea what do or say, should I be totally confused like I
didn't understand what she was doing or just submit to what she was implying. I
just looked at her.
"Come on, I know you know what they are why don't you try them on. It's not like
you haven't worn something like this before, right?"
I didn't say a word.
She went on to tell me that I could wear what ever I wanted on our up-coming
weekend, that it's okay.
"I don't want you to hide anything from me; as long as we can do this for a few
special weekends and none of our friends and relatives find out, we can both have
some fun with it." she explained.
Still not saying a word and somewhat in shock, I pulled the items from the bag,
inspected them closely and put them one by one neatly on the bed. The tights were
thick and very soft, the leotards were very nice and modern looking and had some
designs built into the multi-colored pink elastic fabric. The skirt was short and
made from the same fabric as the leotards. The panties were white, French cut
with a pink lace band at the top and a small flower on the front.
"Do you like them?" She said as I was holding the panties. "Come on try them on,
I want to see how you look in them."
I was starting to get hard at the thought of wearing them and didn't really want
to put them on in front of her.
When I was finally able mutter a few words I said, "Are you kidding or something?
Did you know about this all along and you're okay with it?"
"Here, just put these on so I can see what you look like in them, you know I've
wondered for a long time, I'll wait for you in the living room, if you need any
help just yell."
She handed me the leotards and left the room closing the door behind her. I was
just staring at the back of the door as I realized that this could be a good
thing (Du!) and started to take my clothes off to change when I again noticed all
the other bags that she had retrieved from the closet. It looked like allot of
stuff; there were several bags and they were definitely full. I proceeded to put
the panties on, they fit very good and made me feel instantly feminine I could
feel the elastic of the leg opening seem to almost form me into a female shape.
As I sat down on the bed to put the tights on I glanced inside a couple of the
bags. I could see at a glance some bras, slips, skirts, dresses you name it. I
stood up to pull the tights up to my waist, then adjusted them on my legs, they
were definitely tight. As I picked up the leotards they reminded me of the ones I
through away after I left them lying on the floor, and knew that this was what
started this whole thing. One at a time I put my legs through the neck then leg
openings and pulled the tight material up my body. I could feel the outfit form
fit to me as I pulled them all the way up. It was a little difficult putting my
arms in and through the long sleeves then pulling it put over my shoulders. It
seemed to trap me in its femininity fitting like a glove somehow revealing
feminine curves.
I adjusted the elastic on my bottom a little running my fingers along the
openings then pulling down for a better fit around my behind. I was glad that I
had just taken some weight off and was sure it helped how I looked.
"You okay in there Hun? Need some help?" My wife yelled from outside the room.
"No thanks I'm almost ready," I told her.
I stepped into the skirt and pulled it up to my waist, it was short, about to mid
thigh I guess well above the knees, with an UN-even bottom. I went to the mirror
to see what I looked like in the outfit before going out to show my wife and was
amazed how it seemed to look as good as it felt, somehow giving me a female look.
I was surprised how the skirt seemed to finish the outfit it reminded me a little
of a figure skating dress.
My wife was waiting just outside the door as I opened it. She of course had never
seen me in women's clothes of any kind and was apparent that she was amazed at
how I looked.
"Oh my God!" she said, "This is amazing, you know if I put some makeup and a wig
or do something with your hair and maybe a bra with some padding you'll look
incredible!"
I think she walked around me about 3 times looking over every inch of me, She
even lifted up the skirt in the back for a peek. I'm sure she was planning on
what needed to happen to feminize me more.
"Wow Hun, I'm going to get you some of those curve enhancing things and I can't
wait to see what you look like in a dress. This is going to be some weekend don't
you think Hun?"
"I guess so." I said.
I was still not completely sure how to proceed with this whole thing.
"Here why don't you pull your arms back out, let me get a bra and we can see how
that looks on you."
She walked towards the bedroom. I could hear the bags shuffle and she came back
fussing with the tags and grinning devilishly with a white very lacy bra. It also
had some pink trim lace and a small flower in front. I think it was a match to
the panties I was wearing.
She adjusted the straps then held it up for me to put my arms in and put the
straps up on my shoulders. She went around behind me and I could feel as she
pulled the back straps tight to connect them that the bra already had something
heavy in the cups that would fill out my bust line. I have put bras on in the
past but never one quite like this one. It was very pretty, very feminine and
somehow seemed to convert me instantly into a female. She attached the straps in
the back and adjusted the shoulder straps a bit.
"There, how does it feel?" she asked me.
All that I was able to say was "Okay."
"That's it? All you can say is okay! It looks nice on you, I think the size is
just right. How does it make you feel?"
"Well... I feel feminine... I guess."
"You should feel feminine, you look feminine! Okay put your arms back in and
let's see the total outfit."
She helped me with the long sleeves and adjusted them so the bra straps didn't
show then took a couple of steps back.
"Very nice! Turn around so I can see all of you." as she motions with her
twirling finger.
I tuned around a couple of times as she eyed me every place.
"You look better than I ever could have imagined, this is amazing, this is going
to be so fun. Well I'm going to have something to eat are you hungry?" She asks
like nothing is different.
"Umm... not really." I said.
"Well we should eat now because I don't want to go shopping on a empty stomach,
why don't you read the paper or watch some TV and I'll make us some sandwiches.
You look so cute!" she says as she goes into the kitchen.
So there I was standing in the middle of the living room in complete shock at
what seems like a life-shattering event and my wife acts like it's no big deal.
Am I dreaming? Am I going to wake up soon?
I walk back to the mirror to re-assure my brain that this is really happening. I
looked at my self-wondering what the rest of this will be like, will she put
makeup on me? How will I look?
Well, we did sit down together at the table to eat, her in a pair of blue jeans
and me in a skirt, as we started to discuss the weekend, it was evident that she
has made several plans already. She told me all the things she wanted to do to
feminize me for the weekend.
She said that the only male clothes I should bring are a pair of paints and shirt
for the drive. We had both taken Friday off to extend the weekend and she said
that the weekend started the second I get home from work on Thursday.
"I know your liking this Hun; you should just relax and have some fun. Have you
ever gone outside wearing any of my clothes?" she asked.
I told her, "No I've never done that I was way too careful."
"Well this time I can help you with your looks and we'll be pretty far from home,
I think with some make-up and we do something with your hair people will just
think were girlfriends or something. Well, I have to get going. I have allot to
do before the stores close. Why don't you try on some of the other things I got
you when I'm gone, and you can try on the stuff I get you today, tomorrow after
work. Then I'll help you pack and we should be ready to go by the next morning."
With that she gave me a kiss and a little squeeze on the butt and said, "See ya
latter cutie!"
She stopped at the door and said, "I can't wait to she what you're wearing when I
get home. Are you sure you don't want me to get you anything in specific?"
Without a whole lot of thought I just blurted out how about something to sleep
in.
"That's the spirit Hun! I'll get you something real pretty, bye sweetie."
The first thing I did when she left was to take another look in the mirror and
then started to go though the contents of the other bags. She had defiantly been
busy and I started to realize how amazing my wife was and how amazing this whole
thing was as I placed the items one by one on the bed.
Every single item was very feminine; the spring dress was especially nice. I
decided to put on a skirt and blouse and wait for her to return. I took off my
outfit, opened a package of nylons and put them on thinking I should shave my
legs before we go for the weekend. I wore the same bra and panties and then put
on a full-length white slip, It was about mid thigh length with very sexy silky
shoulder straps and small lace around the top. It really felt nice over the
nylons on my legs. Its amazing how the bra with some filling can seem to give
allot of shape and the design of the slip seemed to add curves I didn't have.
I just walked around the house that way for a quite a while glancing at every
reflection of my self I could. I even cleaned up the kitchen and table like any
woman would before finishing getting dressed. I didn't notice how time had passed
and heard my wife returning she came in the door just as I was finished cleaning
up and was wiping the table.
"You're not dressed?"
"I didn't notice the time and you weren't gone as long as I thought you'd be." I
told her.
"Oh, I just needed to get you a few more things. Want to see?"
As she started taking things out of the bag. She first thing she showed me was a
pair of panties, the kind that had allot of built in padding.
"This should make you look good in a pair of paints." she said.
Next was a black small thing, as she held it up I could tell it was a body shaper
also with built in padding and had a extra shaping material that would go past
your hips.
"Isn't this nice? It will make you look nice in that spring dress; I got you one
in beige too."
The next item was in a box, she opened the box flipped the lid underneath and
handed it to me. Inside was 2 false boobs.
"You glue them on," she said. "they'll feel very real to you."
Also she had a thing for my waist, it was a band about 8 or 10 inches wide, she
said it would help me with that hourglass look.
"Oh, one more thing..."
Still on a hanger she pulled out of the bag a silk nightie. It had dark flowers
on it, was low cut with spaghetti straps and a slit several inches up the side.
"Tell me you like it." she said, "Oh and check out the matching panties?"
She pulled up the front of the nightie to reveal the panties on the bottom of the
hanger. They were the same silky thin material very high cut with the same
pattern with allot of very sexy lace on them.
"Don't you love all the things women get to wear sweetie? Yeah I guess I do. Okay
I'm dying to see how you look with a little shaper help. Why don't you take your
slip off and try on this shaper. What were you going to wear before I got home?"
"I was going to put on the skirt and white blouse."
"Nah, try the dress on. Here, put this one on."
She hands me the beige almost skin colored one piece shaper, then reached for the
false boobs.
"Want me to help you?"
"Ah no, I can do it."
I took the items from her and went to the bedroom and shut the door behind me.
This shaper was real hard to put on; it was a little like a skintight dress with
built in panties of it's own. As I put my legs in and started to pull it up over
my knees, I could already tell that it was made from very strong material. It
didn't seem to give a whole lot. I pulled it up to my waist and I could already
feel it pressing against my bottom and could feel the extra padding on my hips
and butt. It was hard to put up the rest of the way and was extremely tight on my
waist, sides and stomach.
I put my arm under the straps and pulled them onto my shoulders, it seemed to
just snap in place. It was tight every place, It made it a little hard to breathe
and as I moved it seemed to be molded to me. It didn't move on me at all it just
sort of stretched with my movements.
As I looked at my self in the mirror, I could instantly tell that the shaper did
its job well. Yes it was me standing there but it was me with allot of curves it
was very strange. I could tell I needed some filling up top to finish the look so
I put the false boobs inside the cups of the shaper and seemed to stay in place
very well with no glue. I decided that I would go ahead and try the dress like my
wife wanted me to.
The dress was a light color with lots of flowers; it has sort of puffy short
sleeves and a color in the front that laid flat. It had a zipper in the back that
went down almost to the waistline and I'd say it was about knee length. I
unzipped it and pulled it over my head reaching up to put my arms in the sleeves.
The dress just sort of fell down on me instantly in the right place. My
exaggerated hips seemed to hold the dress perfectly. How in the world did my wife
manage to get something that fit so well?
I reached behind me to zip it up but could only manage to move the zipper a
couple of inches. Again I looked at myself in the mirror, this time I was real
shocked, it was my face in the mirror but that was it. The rest of me was a woman
in a dress I never thought I could look this way.
My wife was not waiting just outside the door this time and I walked to the
kitchen to get her help with the zipper.
"Hey would you give me a hind with this zipper?" I said she turned around and
just dropped her jaw looking at me.
"Hello?" I said.
"Oh - My -God is that you?"
"Very funny just give a hand please."
As she went around me to zip me up I could tell she was really amazed. As she
zipped upwards I could feel the dress get a little tighter around my mid section
but it wasn't too tight or hard to zip. Then my wife sort of ran her hands up and
down my sides to sort of feel my hips and waist.
"Hun I'm telling you, know one, not anybody will know you're a man in that
outfit."
Again she made me turn around as she inspected my every look.
"You have hips! You have a small waist! That dress fits you great!"
To Be Continued...
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