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Marriage Made in Heaven ? Part Two ? by: Anne Gray
It's now just over a year since Karen and I came to our agreement (see
Marriage Made in Heaven) and there have been so many changes it is hard
to know where to start.
Every few weeks Karen would spend a weekend with her girlfriend, Jill,
and I would have 48 hours of bliss, dressing without stress or fear, as
my feminine alter ego.
It was after about four months that things started to change. Usually
she would leave on Friday afternoon before I got 'dressed' but this
time she asked if I would let her see me as my other self. She said
that, although she had helped me with my makeup, she had never seen how
I spent these special weekends. She could only visualize that one time
when she took the photographs of, as she had observed at the time, an
obvious guy dressed as a girl. Now she wanted to see the progress I had
made.
It was a request I could not refuse; Karen had been so much help to
me. Thanks to her I now had proper breast forms, instead of the
birdseed in plastic bags, to fill my bra, I had a closet full of
clothes, a couple of wigs and she had plucked my eyebrows for me. I had
very fair eyebrows, in fact if I got a lot of sun they were almost
invisible so she had plucked them just enough not to be noticeable in
my everyday life but so that when I took a dark pencil to them they
became obviously feminine.
I poured her a glass of wine and told her to give me some time to
change.
Male equipment tucked away and held in place by a panty girdle, which
also helped smooth that 'love handle' at my waist. I was going to have
to work on that but I did enjoy a few beers with the guys after a game
of golf. As an aside, I often stood on the tee and grinned mentally as
I wondered what the other three would think if I was dressed
differently.
I imagined myself in a blonde wig, full makeup; a dark green golfing
skirt topped by a light green sweater. Matching socks and a lovely
pair of two-toned spiked loafers. Hey I would get to hit from the
ladies tee - another bonus.
Back to reality, thirty minutes later I was ready. Dark pageboy wig and
makeup just so. A knee length brown tweed skirt with a brown silk
blouse tucked in at the waist. Brown square-toed shoes with 3" heels
and a pair of beige hose finished the outfit.
Taking a deep breath I went downstairs and into the living room. Karen
just stared at me with a look I could not fathom. "Good Lord, your
amazing", she said, "but what do I call you?"
We had not discussed this. The driver's license she got me was actually
a duplicate of hers. Except for the few inches difference in height the
description would probably get by in a pinch.
I sat down beside her and we threw out possibilities. My name is Norman
so the obvious route was to go with Norma but I didn't like it. When I
was dressed like this there was no way I wanted to have anything close
to my male side. So we went back to the beginning of the alphabet and
ended up with Alice.
When we had agreed on this name she rose from the chesterfield, reached
down for her handbag and said it was time she left for Jill's. As she
went passed me she reached into her bag, gave me a kiss on the cheek
and pushed something into my hand.
"Tear them up," she said, and left.
They were the photographs she had taken that night she came home
unexpectedly and caught me. She was right I looked pathetic. I tore
them up and then went upstairs and erased the tape of her and Jill.
A month later, one week after one of our 'special weekends', she came
out of the kitchen after dinner with two drinks in her hand and sat
beside me on the chesterfield. "There's a problem and we need to talk."
She said and handed me one of the glasses. I'll swear my heart stopped
for a moment.
I listened as she told me that the time when she asked to see me as the
person we now call Alice she didn't go to Jill's who wasn't even in
town. "Instead I left the house and sat in a rented car down the
street. I watched as you left and followed you. Even in the stores you
had no idea I was there, you were so engrossed in being Alice and doing
what you were doing. I checked into a hotel and on the Saturday evening
followed you again. I sat two or three rows away from you in the movie
and just off to the side so I could see you.
I watched you as the movie ended and you left the theatre. I was behind
you as you walked to our car. If I had not known who you really were I
could find nothing that weekend to convince me you were not the woman
you presented to the world."
She continued, "Last weekend I spent with Jill and two things happened.
One ? all these months I have not felt completely comfortable with our
arrangement. It satisfies us both but still I feel unfaithful, even
though my weekends with Jill are with your knowledge, it is still
outside our marriage and it had become unbearable. Two ? when I was
with Jill all I could think about was the Alice I had just seen and
left at home."
"Norman, when you are Alice you are now so completely feminine that I
think we can work it, if you agree, so that Alice will satisfy my
lesbian urges and everything we do will be just the two of us. Or
should that be three?" she said and looked at me with such urgency
in her eyes that I had to close mine.
I rested my head on the back of the chesterfield and said a quiet
prayer to whatever deity had blessed me for whatever reason. Then,
I opened my eyes, put down my un-needed drink and gathered Karen in my
arms.
The only problem we have now is with my voice, when we go out with me
as Alice I let Karen do any talking necessary. If there is a need for
me to say something out of politeness to a waiter, for example, I raise
my red finger-nailed hand to my throat and whisper a husky thank you.
We don't go to the same places too often because the sore throat and
laryngitis bit only stretches so far. We still kept it to maybe one
weekend every month but gradually Karen let me, or even asked me, to
'dress' even on weekday evenings after work and has coached me in
things I didn't even think of. For example ? walking in 4" heels
without getting that exaggerated rear end swing. I've also stopped
eating, as Karen says, like I'm using a shovel. They say that clothes
make a man. Oh if they only knew what clothes can do!
Two weeks ago we had arranged, as usual, to have our vacations at the
same time. We flew to Vegas for a four- night stay. All of Norman's
clothes stayed behind. We were not crossing any borders so
identification was not a problem. Once in Vegas Karen and Alice had a
ball. I was dressed mostly in skirts and blouses or dresses and always
with heels, nothing attention getting, 3" or 4", which I was now
comfortable with. Karen, however, wore jeans or slacks and light
sweaters with medium heels (and, I might add, looked fabulous).
After a day of sightseeing, with me the silent partner, and then an
evening in the casino (thank God for hand signs at blackjack!) we went
to our room and Alice looked after Karen. I must admit it wasn't easy.
I enjoyed working with my hands and tongue on Karen, still in my Alice
persona, and I could get her to so many climaxes that she slept like a
baby, but it was the pressure on my tucked away 'other parts' that was
hard to bear.
Coming back on the plane I had to pull the sore throat bit again. The
flight attendants were so efficient that I had a purse full of
lozengers that I had thanked them for and then palmed them.
I was wearing a matching knee length suede skirt and three-button
jacket over a long sleeve white blouse. My leather gloves were in the
pockets of the hip length suede jacket in the overhead compartment.
Just 2" heeled pumps on my feet and a feeling of 'I can't believe I'm
not asleep and dreaming' in my head. Karen was fast asleep in her
seat next to me.
We got home at about 1 p.m. and put Alice away in her closet. The bags
were re-packed and we headed back to the airport. Just four hours later
we were in Nassau and spent four fabulous days as man and wife on the
beaches and in the casinos where I could now bid in my own voice. It
didn't help - I still lost!
The nights were unforgettable hours of love. Karen pulled out all the
stops and we did things that took me to heaven and then over the top,
time and time again.
As I sit now at the computer typing this I am dressed in a white,
shantung silk dress. The sleeves are puffed to the elbow and then tight
to the wrist. The front closes, from the scoop neck to the below the
knee skirt, with numerous glossy black buttons that are 1" across. A
wide black belt cinches my waist under my 36B bust.
My earrings are made from two matching black buttons. Alice's full
makeup and black pageboy wig up top and nylon clad legs that end in
black pumps with a 4" heel on the bottom.
I'm looking down as my red fingernails catch the light when they move
on the keyboard and then focus on the simple gold wedding band on my
left hand. I can hear Karen in the kitchen making us a snack.
Right now my name is Alice ? and I am in Wonderland!
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