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Copyright 2001 by Madeline Bell.
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Chapter 1
Ever woken up and wondered where you are, perhaps at home
or on your hol's, particularly after a few jars? I guess
most people have at some time but you usually quickly get
your head sorted. Just sometimes though, a shake of the
head fails to bring you back to reality and you really
don't know where you're at or why. Well this little tale
brought me to just such a point not so long ago.
Perhaps I'd better start at the beginning, or was it the
end? I guess this all started several years ago on a
miserable Sunday when I was between jobs. I was a bit
depressed and my then current girlfriend, Sarah was away
with some friends for the weekend. I was bored and moreover
skint, even the bus fare to the pub was beyond my means! So
I started mooching around our small house looking for
something to occupy myself, after a while I found myself in
the bedroom and piqued by curiosity started in on Sarah's
closet.
Now myself, I've never been a particularly classy dresser,
just fashionable enough to not standout in a crowd but
Sarah liked to vamp it up a bit, stiletto's, revealing
tops, short skirts, that was my Sarah! So as I moved along
the rail there was that leather mini-dress that so
enchanted me that first night and next to it the crocheted
dress she wore to my graduation last summer. Each of the
outfits brought back a memory of a party or 'night in' that
generally cheered me up no end.
I moved from the closet to the chest of drawers to be
assailed by the aroma of violets, which I always associated
with Sarah. Neat stacks of panties, bras and other
underwear filled each draw and while checking out how the
push-up bit worked on a particularly lacy bra I realised
that something was tenting my shorts! Natural enough I
guess with all that silk and lace and my reliving some of
those moments of passion that they reminded me of. Well I
was lonely, bored and now turned on by Sarah's silkies.
"I know," thought I, "let's try some of this on."
Most guys have, I guess, at some time whether intentional
or not ended up wearing their partner's pants or socks, and
more than once in the past a hurried exit from some girl's
room had resulted in me wearing my girlfriends undies. This
however was the first time I had considered intentionally
putting any women's clothes. Sarah was much of a size with
me, a bit shorter and slimmer but she often borrowed my T-
shirts and even jeans so I knew hers should fit me.
To cut a long story short I put some silk panties on with a
matching camisole then pulled a pale blue tennis dress on.
I posed for a bit in front of the mirror, my erection
obvious through the sheer silk and soon I was on the bed
bringing myself off. Soon the pants were full of my seed
and I lay back to rest, quickly dozing off. I awoke to the
sound of the front door banging shut.
"Oh shit, I'd better get out of this stuff and dressed
pronto."
Well I managed to get the dress off, but with Sarah on the
stairs a quick sweatshirt and jean pull had to suffice to
cover the rest. It was a narrow escape and a later trip to
the bathroom ended my angst over discovery, a quick rinse
of the pants removed most of my evidence and a deposition
well down the laundry basket had me breath a sigh of
relief. I don't know to this day whether Sarah suspected
anything or noticed pants she hadn't worn in the wash. As
you might guess I sure didn't bring up the subject.
Although I thought about a couple more times I never
repeated the experiment, after all I had Sarah to keep my
mind occupied.
Chapter 2
It was sometime later, maybe six months before I ended up
in ladies' wear again. Sarah's best mate Jules decided that
her birthday party was going to be a costume job at 'Jump',
the local nightclub. On average one of our group of friends
had a themed party about every six weeks so we were all up
for a bit of dressing up. The twist this time was that
everyone had to suggest a costume but then Jules put them
in a hat and we each had to pick one, regardless of
suitability. Failure to arrive in the correct costume would
result in a forfeit most likely involving nakedness and
public places!
I had suggested a fairly safe road sweeper, Sarah proposed
Kate Bush! Well it came to picking time and everyone thrust
hands into the bag and retrieved a slip, we weren't to tell
anyone what we had got, I didn't even look at mine till we
were walking home.
"Come on what did you get?" my Sarah demanded
I looked at the slip and my face fell.
"You first."
"Okay, I've got doctor."
"Swap?"
"Come on what have you got?"
"Looks like I'll need some of your help, I got Kate Bush."
Well, Sarah just fell about in hysterics.
"You could just take the forfeit."
"Oh yeah, look what happened to Paul last time."
I should explain here, Paul pulled the forfeit and had to
run starkers through Sainsbury's.
"You sure? I mean we could swap and no one, oh bugger we
can't I already told Jules what I picked."
"Looks like I need to get a leotard then."
I decided to make the most of it, after all while I
wouldn't have chosen it, I could have pulled Cleopatra.
So it was that the next weekend I found myself dressed in
one of Sarah's unitards with a fussy lace dress on top,
strappy sandals and a bubbly wig. My girlfriend had done my
face and we agreed that although I wouldn't fool anyone in
daylight, I could pass as a girl in the club and as Ms Bush
for the party. I have to admit that I did enjoy the
evening, I soon lost my reservations and even did a KB
karaoke!
When I saw the photos a couple of weeks later I couldn't
believe it was me, while not exactly a Vogue model, I did
look quite convincing as a girl if not as Kate! When I
mentioned this to Sarah she looked at me oddly for a minute
then surprised me.
"I have to admit that I was a bit turned on when you were
dressed up."
"Me too to tell the truth."
"Do you fancy doing it again?"
"What? The fancy dress?"
"Well sort of, I mean we could really dress you up."
"As a girl?"
I have to admit at this stage that I was getting a bit hard
down below.
"Yeah! Ooh even better, we could get you all dressed up and
go to Fi's party and see if anyone guesses who you are."
"I'm not sure about that."
"Oh go on, we can say that you can't go but I'll take my
cousin Madeline. Oh please say yes."
"If I agree, what in it for me?"
"You get me."
"Done."
Well I never said I wouldn't did I!
Chapter 3
Sarah was really taking it seriously. She rang Fi to convey
my apologies and get my new alter ego Madeline on the guest
list. Then she drew up a list of stuff to organise, we had
three weeks to get sorted and as a bonus due to Easter I
wouldn't need to sign on either which Sarah insisted might
be just as well. That evening Sarah chaired a strategy
meeting.
"If this is going to work we have to make everyone really
believe in you as a girl. Are you really up for this?"
"Well I don't exactly have a full calendar and I reckon the
reward will be worth it."
"Okay, but it needs to be all or nothing!"
"Look, you're in charge, do whatever you think"
"Okay then, until the party you're my cuz Maddie, so
starting later you dress like her and only answer to Maddie
or Madeline, we'll start your transformation right away and
I think we're in with a chance of pulling it off."
"Alright cuz, where do we start?"
"Bathroom!"
I won't bore you with all the detail but with not a little
fun I took my first steps toward womanhood, assisted by
razor and legwax. By late evening Maddie was truly born and
when Sarah insisted that Maddie wear one of her chemise to
bed I realised just how serious she was on this course. It
being Thursday night I would have three days to get to
Sarah's first objective, that is at least look passable.
So it was that on Friday I stayed in doors wearing, as fate
would have it the same tennis dress I had tried on some
months before as well as the strappy sandals and a suitably
stuffed bra and panty set. At this stage I didn't try to
disguise my equipment, Sarah promised a solution tonight! I
quite quickly got used to the low heels and bare legs, the
'boobs' took a little longer but by lunch I felt
comfortable enough relax some and had a bit of a jig to a
few CDs.
Sarah returned from work a little late but with a couple of
bags of stuff from M&S and Boots. After a ding (microwave)
curry she set about showing me what she had bought.
"Okay, I know you could wear my stuff but I think you need
at least your own undies. I've got you a couple of pairs of
firm control briefs and a 'build up' bra, there's some
control top tights (pantyhose) and a night dress."
She held each item up, the underwear was not so much pretty
as functional but the night dress was similar to Sarah's
own that I borrowed the previous night with spaghetti
straps and lace trim in a pretty butterscotch. Opening the
other bag I got the low down on its contents.
"First up we'll dye your hair, as a blonde you're gonna
look great. Hair remover specially for your face, basic
slap so you can practice, body lotion and lastly some panty
pads."
"What do I need those for?"
"You'll see, but first lets turn you into a ravishing
blonde!"
"If you insist."
An hour later my normally mousy brown shoulder length hair
had become 'Baby Blonde' and Sarah was busy turning it into
a more feminine style with a cute fringe. Then she set
about my face and in particular my facial hair, the end
result being one sore face but with very ladylike brows and
the loss of my beard for 'up to a month' or so the
packaging reckoned. I already had two piercings in one ear;
Sarah deftly gave me matching holes in the other and
declared enough for tonight.
Saturday morning I barely recognised myself in the mirror,
I was starting to look quite cute. Sarah gave me
instructions on how to best hide my lower gear in the
control pants and using fillers and a bit of me I realised
breasts with a modest cleavage. With the addition of a
denim skirt, vest top and Sarah's clumpy Kickers I was
ready for my first outing as Madeline, a trip to the
solarium.
Sarah explained on the way that although she was planning
on giving me an all over tan this first session was going
to be laying some groundwork for later. So it was that I
found myself being cooked while wearing strappy sandals and
a bikini. I also got to wear a couple of rings and a narrow
bracelet.
When we got back home, my mentor did my nails, toes first
then fixing the falsies on and finally painting them all
the current fashion of a slightly trashy red. If this was
going to work one thing I needed was a few deportment
lessons and so the rest of the day I spent standing,
sitting, walking, bending, and in short practising being a
girl.
Sunday came around and we spent the day between more
deportment and sorting out make up, I would need to be
proficient enough to do hair and make up repairs at the
party. As you can no doubt guess it started out as fun but
soon that changed to chore so that by late afternoon both
of us were a bit fraught. I could though manage a passable
bit of slap application and I was walking, if not ladylike
at least much less like a docker. As Sarah was at work on
Monday she organised my programme that evening and got
everything ready.
Day three for Madeline was to be more practice, not just
make up, hair and moving but getting used to wearing heels
and tighter clothing. Not just that but although I was in
reasonable shape, Sarah insisted that I do her aerobics
programme every day, to sharpen my figure a bit. My
'breasts', Sarah insisted would be sorted today, but as she
insisted I stay tucked even for the aerobics, I was feeling
a bit bruised down below at the end of the day.
When my girl got home she had obviously been shopping
again. This time a pair of court shoes with a three-inch
heel and a mystery package. After dinner I was introduced
to Molly and Mabel, my new breasts! Sarah explained that
the breast forms were designed for women who had lost their
own through cancer and as such needed to be pretty
realistic. We could use them as cup fillers or, and Sarah
seemed overtly keen on this, we could stick them onto my
chest using a special adhesive and I would always have them
while we going through our charade. Well the promise of
much sex that night had me agreeing to the glue and after a
shower, Sarah gave Madeline her breasts.
There was no way now that I could leave the house as me
without wearing baggy clothing, even then my now 36B chest
still seemed to poke its way out. Tuesday and Wednesday
went much the same way except for another solarium trip on
Wednesday evening again with the bikini and shoes. When we
got home I realised what Sarah was up to, naked I clearly
now had a tan pattern, only usually seen on the female of
the species, strap lines pale breast and panty areas. Well
it would convince me!
Another couple of days and I was confident walking in the
heels and tight skirts, my jiggling breasts felt more like
part of me and the aerobics were doing their job too. I
found myself copying Sarah's mannerisms, hair flicking and
twirling and though I say so myself I reckon I could pass
in a crowd. However I needed to pass close up.
Chapter 4
Saturday and the start of Madeline's second week of
existence and Sarah decided we needed to go shopping for
what I would wear to the soir?e. However we needed to get
away from home so that we not inadvertently spotted. I wore
the same skirt and top as the previous week but with my
heels.
We drove all the way up to Peterborough; we were very
unlikely to meet anyone we knew that far from home.
Although I knew I looked ok, I still felt like everyone
knew I was in drag but Sarah assured me that she and any
remotely attractive woman got the 'looks' most of the time.
After she told me that I felt more comfortable and my
girlfriend picked up on that with some delight.
"Great, you're really acting very natural now."
"I still feel a bit conspicuous."
"Don't worry, we'll have a drink then start looking for
your outfit."
"You're the boss for this escapade Sarah."
"Right then Maddie, pub then dress."
I had to forego my usual pint for a more ladylike rum &
coke, then another. After the third I was feeling quite
relaxed just as Sarah had planned, unbeknown to me she
already had ideas about quite what I was going to wear.
I have been clothes shopping with Sarah and other girls
quite a few times; well you sometimes have to for some
peace, so I knew Sarah's usual game plan. Check out all the
stores quickly then go back to agonise over that
skirt/dress/shoes/top etc. before moving onto the next item
that had been spotted.
This time we were shopping for Madeline, me, and so we went
on a slightly different tack. As Sarah explained, as I had
no wardrobe to start from, we needed to start at the skin
and work out. I had been marketed as her country cousin, so
I couldn't wear anything too chic, although I still had to
look good not trashy. We hit M+S first for my undies; a
pretty lace set in lilac, a new control pant that with a
bit of needlework would be hidden by the lilac pants. On a
sudden whim Sarah added the matching garter belt and a pair
of black nylons.
Despite my relaxed state I was a bit concerned at this last
but my partner in crime insisted it would help in our
deception.
Well rather than bore you with an afternoon of trawling the
shops of Peterborough, I will cut to the purchases. We
ended up with two outfits and another two pairs of shoes
with a matching clutch bag for each. I picked the first
set, a two piece in cornflower blue consisting of a sheath
dress to mid thigh and a matching jacket. It looked good on
and went well with the new ivory courts.
The second outfit was Sarah's choice and I thought a little
adventurous for this charade. It was a dress in a very
silky, very shiny, purple material. That's doing it an
injustice, it had a halter neck, was completely backless to
the waist, a revealing slit ran high up the front and the
two halves of the top only joined below the navel. It was
to say the least revealing, I felt naked when I tried it
on! Quietly I thought Sarah had picked it out for herself
as it would fit her too but I kept that idea to myself.
Until today at the back of my mind I could always pull out
but having made a considerable dent in our savings with
these purchases, I decided to throw myself into the
character more fully. We stopped to eat on the way home and
I mentioned this to Sarah.
"I thought that if I turned chicken on this caper I could
pull out, no harm done. But we've made a financial
commitment of not a small amount today and I know that I
have to be Madeline for the party, not just act like
Madeline but really be Madeline from the inside out."
"That was quite a speech. You do know I still wouldn't
force you to do this?"
"I know but I feel more committed after today. Is there
anything that we can work on to really make me your country
cuz?"
"Well I guess we need to work on your voice for one and we
really should work up some sort of history so we don't get
tripped up but you've managed to convince everyone today."
"But today's not a party, what about party skills, dancing,
smooching god forbid and that sort of stuff."
"I hadn't thought of that, yeah we can work on all that, I
guess it's the little things which will could give you
away."
"Right now that's settled lets get home, Maddie needs her
beauty sleep!"
Having missed the solarium on Saturday we had a session on
Sunday, afterwards I really did look like I was just back
from Spain. We spent the afternoon working up my life story
from the infants all the way through school and then
college where just like Sarah's boyfriend I did a
journalism course (which I wasn't very good at!). I was
visiting Sarah prior to going to Canada as an au pair. We
kept the detail as close to the truth as possible just
changing places and names. It wasn't foolproof but it
looked like it might work.
Chapter 5
That second week we stepped up the intensity somewhat so
that by Thursday I was confident enough to go out on my
own. I hadn't told Sarah but I decided that for myself I
really needed to see if I could do it. It was clear by the
time I had got to the town centre that I was convincing
enough. I'd borrowed Sarah's long denim skirt and a loose
jumper and wore Sarah's pink trainers. I spent a couple of
hours doing 'girlie' style shopping and returned home a
little lighter in the purse but now really convinced that I
could do it.
When Sarah got home I just had to show her my purchases.
"I went shopping today."
"As Maddie?"
"How else?"
"What are you hiding, your nose, you've had it pierced!"
"It just seemed like something I would do, but I thought
Maddie would have this too."
I lifted my jumper to reveal my now be-ringed navel.
"Uuuh, you didn't get anything else, like a tattoo?"
"Course not, just a few bits of jewellery."
I showed her the neck chain with Madeline engraved on a
plate, the thumb ring, bangles and cute rabbit ear studs.
"What do you think?"
"I think for a bloke you think too much like a girl. I
demand similar thought on my birthday!"
With that we descended into an evening of debauchery.
The rest of the week and over that last weekend we
continued to refine my performance so that on Wednesday
with just three days to Fi's party on Saturday night, Sarah
declared that I was almost too good.
"If you were any better you would be too good to be
believed. You can fix your hair and makeup, dance, walk,
sit, and even eat like a girl. Without looking in your
panties no one would suspect a thing. We need to decide
which outfit you'll wear, hear me out."
She motioned me to silence.
"I know you prefer the sheath dress but I think we should
really leave everyone in no doubt that you are who we are
claiming."
"You mean the not there dress?"
"Yes I do. It will do several things, show off that navel
ring, reinforce the image of pert titties and your fading
strap lines will be on view. They will be a good
conversation point, I mean no guy is going to have them
after all!"
"I won't say yes until we've tried it although I was
starting to come to that idea myself."
I got a huge hug then I started to dress.
Well I would certainly turn a few heads, I looked hot!
Sarah had me practice walking and sitting in it and after
convincing myself that I could keep my modesty I relaxed
enough to enjoy the feel of the skirt on my stockinged legs
and the way my unsupported breasts jiggled as I pranced
about. I could see from Sarah's eyes that she was delighted
too. With that settled we could only wait till Saturday and
the party.
To move the plot along Fi's party was a rip roaring success
both as a party and for Maddie. No one doubted for one
minute that there was any skulduggery afoot, I was quickly
accepted into Fi's circle of girlfriends and a good night
was had by all. Maddie acted just the same as the other
girls, chatting, dancing, flirting with the guys (that was
difficult as most of them were mates and copping a snog
during the slow dances really tested my resolve).
By the time we left in the early hours Sarah was brimming
with pride at the success of her plot. The only thing we
hadn't decided before was whether to tell anyone else
afterwards.
"I don't think we should tell."
"Why not?"
"Well it would mean we couldn't do it again and I kind of
enjoyed it."
"But after all this effort don't you even want to tell Fi?"
"If we did that Mad, everyone would know within a week, you
know how she can't keep a secret."
"But it seems such a waste if we don't brag of our
success."
"I know, but after some of your snogging tonight are you
sure you want the guys to know who Maddie really is?"
"Er... when you put it that way you might be right."
So we left it at that. I returned to being Mark on Sunday
and whilst it had been fun being Maddie for a few weeks it
felt good to not pretend anymore.
Maddie didn't disappear altogether, over the next couple of
years she visited a few times and no one ever did work out
that Mark and Maddie were never anywhere together.
Part 2 to follow
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