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Man Maid Part 10
As it turned out there were only four others besides myself that
attended the meeting that night. Susan told me she wanted to keep the
group small; she wanted it large enough for diverse opinions and
experiences and small enough to keep disagreements verbal and non-
abusive. So it was with each new arrival that my confusion grew. I had
been "taught" that a man who wants (or needs) to wear women's clothes
was someone that wanted to be a woman. That being the case it would then
of course follow that that person would also be sexually attracted to
men, in other words a homosexual. And if I was sure of nothing else in
my life it was that I was not a homosexual. I therefore could neither
enjoy the soft caress of a satin bra, nor the sensuous embrace of sheer
stockings upon my freshly shaved and anointed legs, because if I did I
would be "gay". Those were the facts and nothing could change that,
right?
My reverie was once again broken by the sound of the doorbell. Our
second guest had apparently arrived. Just to see what it was like I
sashayed (well it was, I'm sure, a bit odd looking to my audience but it
was fun) my way over to the door, I could hear Alana laughing gently
behind me. When I opened the door I was greeted by a man and a woman.
The man was dressed in the standard male drab office attire of a three
piece navy pinstripe white shirt and conservative tie. He appeared to be
in his late fifties early sixties about six feet tall with an expensive
hair cut, manicured nails and an oversized leather attach?. My first
impression was encyclopedia salesman. He greeted me with a warm smile
and introduced himself as Sam and said he was there for the meeting. I
couldn't help but notice that my appearance did have a somewhat
distracting effect on him during our brief encounter at Susan's front
door. The woman, a pleasing looking young lady about 5' 8" in her mid
twenties, was wearing a green waitress' uniform whose skirt ended just
above her knees with a short white apron small enough to be little more
than an accent. Her hair, a lovely shade of dark brown of indeterminate
length was rolled into a bun on the back of her head and her eyes were a
sparkling blue with just enough mascara and light shadow to offer a
flattering accent to her attire. She did not appear to be wearing any
lipstick but her finger nails were well shaped and covered with a pale
shade of pink. On her legs she wore tan pantyhose with white SAS nursing
shoes on her feet. She followed Sam into the house making me believe
that he had brought his daughter along with him. When she reached my
position inside the door she stopped to introduce herself as Helen her
voice a soft somewhat husky but pleasant tenor.
"Hi honey you must be Gennie, I'm Helen, Sam here was good enough to
give me a ride straight from work that's the reason for the uniform. Has
anybody else arrived yet? That's a really cute outfit you've got on
there, trying to catch yourself an up and coming grad student?"
"Ah no I'm married and the outfit is ... well I'll explain later. Sam,
Susan has designated the bedroom right around the corner there as a
changing room. My sister Karin is there to assist you with up to a
complete makeover if you'd like. And Helen my wife Debbie is either in
the kitchen over there or you may find her in Susan's rec-room
downstairs."
"Oh dear me you must think I'm with Sam."
"Well ah... yeah I did get that impression. I thought you were maybe his
daughter or something and just came along for the ride."
"Oh sweetie you're as precious as your outfit. I am here for the meeting
just like Sam." She said as she held up her backpack for me to see. "I
just need a place to take a quick shower and get changed out of this
uniform. So tell ya what I'll use the small bath off the kitchen and let
Sam here have the bedroom. If I know Sam it will take him half the night
to get ready anyway, even with help." If looks could kill I think Helen
would have been in big trouble after that last remark.
"I'll have you know "dearie" that I'm not slow I'm just deliberate in my
dressing so that I can enjoy every precious moment. Just because you get
to wear a dress now whenever you want to you forget what it's like to be
limited to only a couple of hours a month."
"Sam sweetie I know, I'm just pulling your chain a little. Hasn't your
wife loosened up at all about you dressing at home?"
"No, she says that if I want to come to these meetings and get all
dolled up in some silly dress and prance around like an idiot that's my
choice. But she refuses to see me in anything but male clothing. I
really envy you sometimes Helen; it takes real guts to crossover and
live your life as a woman."
A sad look passed over Helen's face as she went over and gave Sam a warm
hug before heading off to the bathroom for her shower. Sam just sighed
and wandered off to the bedroom and his session with Karin. I closed the
door and headed off to the kitchen to get the coffee started. (I will
never understand how some people can go their entire lives and not
experience the joy of a good Columbian blend coffee.)
The last to arrive was Gerry. A fairly young man maybe 30 about 5'10"
with black curly hair that looked to be about shoulder length, but it
was difficult to be certain because he had it pulled back in a pony
tail, his skin was near perfect, and his smile could charm the Grinch
himself. His body was without fat, as perfect a specimen of the human
form as I had ever seen. Surely such a perfect man could not be here for
Susan's meeting. While I stood there transfixed he stepped forward and
introduced himself.
"Hi, I'm Gerry; you must be our special guest, Gennie?"
His voice was as perfect as he was. All I could do was blush and wonder
why I was so fascinated by this "man" in front of me. Talk about added
confusion, here I was a totally heterosexual male (I know because I kept
reminding myself), dressed as a little sex kitten, checking out the
physique of another man. I knew I was not gay but had this beautiful man
offered me a kiss right then I think I would have enthusiastically not
only accepted but participated in the action. I finally managed to
invite him in and told him about the bedroom where Karin was, and where
he could find refreshments and the other guests. I found I couldn't keep
my eyes off his ass as he walked to the den with me following like an
obedient puppy. (No I was not panting...much anyway)
I severed coffee and engaged in small talk, constantly fidgeting with my
too short skirt trying to get it to cover what it could never cover,
while at the same time trying to keep my knees together. Finally Helen
and Sam re-appeared. Helen looked great, she had allowed her wet mid-
back length hair to hang free, and had dressed in a tan pair of low
riding tailored slacks, summer sandals, and a short sleeve, light blue,
cashmere sweater that ended at the end of her ribs leaving her well
toned midriff bare. I did a double take when I noticed her belly button
ring. She wiggled a little for me when she noticed where I was staring.
Sam when he came out, looked as elegant as Helen looked sexy. Karin had
helped him dress in a dark blue satin mid-calf dress that accented all
the right parts of his no longer male anatomy. His hair, short and
curled, was mostly dark with streaks of grey strategically placed to
give just enough accent to show his age and youth at the same time. On
his feet he wore a pair of black patent 2 inch pumps which seemed to
match his attire perfectly, his face showed none of the man that had
arrived just a short time before. I think his pearl drop earrings were
clipped on but I'm not sure. His neck was encircled by a very expensive
looking necklace consisting of a quadruple row of small pearls, with a
matching bracelet on his left wrist. If I had not seen him when he
arrived I would not have believed that it was the same person. My sister
truly was a wizard of her craft.
As you all know what I have said so far is about all I can say about the
meeting that night. Suffice it to say that it was certainly an
educational and personally confusing evening. Oh you want to know about
Gerry. Well at birth Gerry was known as Gerri and has gone through much
pain and effort to become Gerry. S/he is still pre-op but hopes to have
enough $$ for the final surgery soon. If you want to know more of what
he has had to go through that will have to be another story and I will
have to get his permission first. Should you want that story let me know
and I will talk with him to see if he will allow it.
Amazingly Debbie, Susan, and Karin suddenly reappeared as soon as the
last of our guests had departed.
"Well...!?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well, Susan is used to these kinds of meetings, Debbie and I are not.
So what happened? Did you show off your pretty panties for your guests
as you served them? Did you trip on your cute little shoes? Did you keep
the bows on the front of your stockings straight? Did everybody enjoy
your cute little sex kitten look? Come on inquiring minds want to know."
They were all giggling truly enjoying making me squirm. They knew how
embarrassed I was and that their taunts only made matters worse. Rather
than allow them to think that they had won this round, I straightened my
shoulders, (I forgot that that would make my breasts stand out proudly)
and with as serious a look as I could muster told them:
"It was a very enlightening evening. The other members of my group are
very warm and considerate and offered me support instead of the ridicule
and embarrassment that I had expected."
They just looked at each other and nodded with satisfied smirks on their
faces. I did not realize until much later that I had referred to the
group as "my group" and that at least subconsciously I had begun to
accept my new life.
Author's note:
LADIES and gentlemen, I apologize for taking so long to get to this
point. As I have said before, this story was never meant to go beyond
the first section, but with so many requests for more, I continued. It
has taken me years to get to this point because of health, between work
(teaching 11 & 12 year olds in public school) and the fatigue from my
R.A. I am literally too tired to sit down and write, which is why most
posts come during winter and summer and breaks. I want to end "book one"
here so that I can go on to the further adventures of Gennie and her new
(out)look as she progresses through life. The next step will be much
shorter than this and will focus on morning II and Gennie's appointment
at Karin's salon. Coming soon (I hope) "Man Maid Made-Up". Comments and
feedback are essential to my writing, gives me warm fuzzy feelings
inside. Even the bad ones (which of course I never receive) I treasure.
Love and Merry Christmas 2004
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