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"Jenn's European Vacation"
By Jenn Hendricks
Chapter 1 - The Silver Lining
It hit me like a ton of bricks. She was leaving me for...as she said a
"real" man.
It was July 7th a Friday morning just three weeks before our 5th
wedding anniversary and we were supposed to be heading off for a three-
month vacation to Europe, the French Riviera, Spain, and Greece, her
dream vacation. It was slow season for me; I had passed off most of my
important clients to my partner in the firm and had not recently taken
on any new projects.
I looked around our apartment, she was gone but everything else was
there. She hadn't taken anything other than personal effects. Almost
everything was mine anyway. She had met someone else, rich important
and studly. She had been seeing him for almost a year now, which
coincidentally is about the time I finally confessed my crossdressing.
I assured her that I was 100% hetro and at first she seemed to be into
the lipstick lesbian thing. It was some of the best sex we had ever had
(or at least the best I had had).
At least she didn't want anything except for out; this was fortunate as
an IT consultant I had already accumulated considerable wealth and at
least she wasn't taking half. She already had a divorce attorney and
said she'd be sending the papers over as soon as the six-month required
separation period was over. As far as she was concerned she never had
to see me again.
I had called the travel agent to see what she could do about cancelling
the trip. She said it was too late but she said she see if she could
dump the package for me. I ended up getting about $15,000 of the
almost $27,000 I had put down for the trip...well at least someone was
getting a cheap dream vacation.
While it was initially a shock I was strangely at ease. We had not
been close about the last six months. I blamed it on being busy at
work and maybe us getting a little complacent with the whole marriage
thing and for some reason it didn't surprise me. There was a lot of
upside; she didn't really like me dressing except for the once monthly
lesbian fling she enjoyed. I had tried dressing up one Saturday
morning so that I could spend the whole weekend enfemm but she treated
me like a freak. She only liked my dressing for the sex, she didn't
understand that sometimes I wanted to dress just to express my female
side. Now I could dress as much as and whenever I wanted.
I leaned back on the couch and closed my eyes. Four months off and
$15,000 spend... what to do? It didn't take long for me to conclude
that I was going to spend much of the foreseeable future in my own
little TV heaven.
I went down to the storage room of our apartment, found my box of
female clothes and hauled it up stairs. I carefully hung my femm
clothes in the now almost empty, walk-in closet. Over the past year or
so I had accumulated a modest wardrobe. Some lingerie, a few really
slutty outfits, some heals but nothing really. I took the wig from the
box and placed it on the Styrofoam form. I gently teased it with my
finger and realized I probably didn't need it anymore. I had let my
own hair grow out and it now almost reached my shoulder blades, I'd
have to see what I could do about a style.
It was only nine in the morning, I poured the last cup of coffee from
the pot and sat down at the kitchen table to plan my next four months.
There was a place in town that did transvestite transformations. I had
been at their internet site a numbers of times and knew they offered a
complete line of services but I had never thought of having anything
done.
I never really thought I had to, I never went out en femme and when I
did dress I thought I'd be very passable. At only 5'7, 140lbs I had
the right size, I ran a couple times a week but still seemed to
accumulate a little fat on my butt. This was a constant source of
ribbing in school but as a TV it was an added bonus. I loved the way
my panties rode my hips. My skin was soft and clear and I didn't even
really need foundation when I did my make-up.
Hands shaking I dialled the number, and explained what I wanted done.
I was told it would take a good part of the day and that I should show
up at ten. I was told to only bring with me what I planned on wearing
when I left. A big smile came to my face...wearing when I left, the
phrase kept repeating in my mind. I had never been out as Jenn,
crossdressing had always been a private thing for me, behind the safety
of closed doors. I was sure I could pass though, even with my limited
skills I could make myself look really good, and in the hands of a
professional, who knows. I had been working on my voice during my
commute to and from work with my little hand held tape recorder. With
the help of the Melanie Philips video and a lot of practice my femme
voice was impeccable, in fact after talking as Jenn for a while I often
found it hard to go directly back into my male voice. I could laugh, I
could cry, I could giggle like a schoolgirl all in the sultry voice of
Jenn.
I walked to the bathroom and started running a bath, I had to start
getting ready. I soaked in the scented water and touched up my body
hair. I had been keeping my body shaved from the ears down since I
confessed my crossdressing but it had been a week or so since I shaved
and I needed a touch up. Fortunately my body hair was thin and sparse,
despite having been a week since shaving I probably could have gotten
away without the razor, but tomorrow was going to be a big day. Even
my facial hair was thin, I only shaved once a week and then only to get
rid of the thin white hairs that grew on my cheeks and made me look
like a pubescent boy trying to grow a beard. I couldn't grow a beard
if my life depended on it. I washed and conditioned my long hair twice
and then gave myself a hot oil treatment. My entire life I had great
hair. When I'd go for a cut I was always told how nice it was, so
thick, so healthy. Other than a slight trim now and then I hadn't had
my hair cut for almost a year and a half and it was well past my ears
at that time; it was now down to my shoulder blades. In male mode I
always just pulled it back into a man's ponytail.
When the water began to cool I finally dragged my self out of the tub.
I dried myself off and wrapped my hair in a towel turban that rested
atop my head. I loved what I saw in the mirror, the towel turban
looked so utterly feminine, and with my towel wrapped around my bust
like a woman I looked like a sweet young thing after the bath. I
slipped into my wife's pink terry robe that hung on the back of the
door (she must have missed it!). I dug in the drawer to find the
volume attachment for my hair drier then went to work on my hair. My
slender fingers tousled it, as I worked the hairdryer. As it
eventually dried I started getting great volume and my cock began to
rise. My hair looked great I couldn't wait for my appointment
tomorrow. I pulled it back into a ponytail setting it a little higher
than I would in male mode. I pulled the tail tight from the back
pulling on sections of hair as it tightens on my scalp. I stopped and
turned my head to see the femme tail gently swoop down to my neck. My
knees got weak. I was almost ready for today's shopping trip.
I slid on my most cleavage-creating bra, and coaxed some of the flesh
on my chest into the cups. I slipped on a matching panty and garter,
grabbed a pair of stockings and sat at my wife's vanity to roll them
on. As I set them down on the vanity one of my rough nails snagged on
the shear material. I looked at my longish but untidy nails and decide
to do something about them. I applied a cuticle conditioner and as it
worked I filed and shaped the tips. I then pushed back the cuticles
and used a three-sided polisher to buff them to a lustrous shine, I
then applied a clear coat of polish. Looked down at my feet and
thought what the heck, and gave my feet the same treatment except
instead of the clear cote I applied a sexy red...it felt so naughty.
I slid the black stockings up my legs. I followed with a camisole, a
v-neck sweater from my male clothes and a pair of my boy mode Khakis.
I grabbed a pair of loafers and sat down to put them on. Should I wear
socks? No, the pant cuff will cover the fact I'm wearing stockings, no
one will notice. I slid my stocking feet into the loafers, they felt
so loose without men's socks, and my feet seemed to swim in them. I
stepped in front of the full-length mirror on the back of the door.
With my small but noticeable mounds and my fem ponytail I could barely
pass for a guy. My nails really seemed to shine and on closer
inspection it appeared as though there was a slight glitter to the
clear polish, oh well. I really looked like a sissy but I didn't have
the courage to actually shop en femm yet. I thought for a second about
butching the look up a bit but...fuck it...I grabbed my wallet and keys
and headed out the door.
I looked up at the numbers on the elevator and counted down the 28
floors from the penthouse. The car stopped on the main floor and I
started walking the length of the lobby toward the elevator to the
parkade.
As I passed the security station in the middle of the lobby an
unfamiliar voice said, "Wellll Goood Moorrnning."
I looked over and saw a security guard that I'd never seen before. I
looked toward him smiled, nodded and continued walking. Well that was
strange; was he mocking me? I thought to myself for a sec then it hit
me...I was walking like a girl. Not just a little feminine bounce but
the full toe pointed, one foot in front of the other hips swaying
runway stride. Even the way I looked over at him and smiled was
feminine...fuck...I had tossed my hair when I looked over and smiled.
I distinctly remember flicking my head so my ponytail made an extra
little bounce. What the hell was I doing! Maybe it was the sexy
feeling of my tightly nylon encased legs rubbing against the loose
Khakis, maybe the fact I was finally about to live an extended time as
a girl; who knows? I took a quick glance back and the security guard
was watching me and seemed to smile as I looked back. I took most of
the swish out of my walk and continued to the parkade elevator.
Chapter 2 - Would you like a feather boa with that...you can super-
sizer for 69 cents
I drove out of the city to one of the bedroom communities about an hour
or so away. There was supposed to be a really nice mall and my ex and
I didn't know anyone around there so the odds of being seen shopping
for lingerie were slim. When I shopped in the past I had always made
up stories about shopping for a gift for my wife, I always made sure to
ask for gift box and ask where a good place to buy cards was, but today
was going to be different. I could really care less, if anyone pushed
the subject I would tell them the truth, the way I looked no one would
doubt it. Otherwise I would just turn down the offers for help. I
knew what sizes I need and didn't really plan on trying anything on
anyway.
My first stop was the Victoria Secret where I dropped a fortune. You
know how they say you shouldn't go grocery shopping when you're hungry?
Well TV's shouldn't go lingerie shopping when they're horny. I had
decided that with my stature a d-cup would look natural (but large tee
hee) and I bought countless bra and panty sets, garters, stockings,
slips, chemise, peignoirs, nightgowns you name it. The sweet little
sales girl who at first assumed I was a freak was soon bending over
backwards to help me, I assume she works on commission. Just as I
thought I was done she ran up to me with this stunning baby doll
nightie. It was opaque white charmeuse, marabou trim around the hem, a
fitted lace bodice with padded push up cups, and a tiny matching g-
string. I was an easy sale she then produced a robe, it wasn't part of
the same set but it definitely worked, it was sheer white chiffon, a
few inches longer than the baby doll with marabou around the collar,
sleeves and hem. She then grabbed a pair of white marabou trimmed
slippers with a three-inch heel and to complete the outfit a white
ostrich feather boa. I was blushing brightly as she held each item up
to me and wrapped the boa around my neck. It was a good thing the
store was empty.
As I walked out of the store I was so weighed down that I could hardly
move. I had five large VS bags stuffed full of unmentionables, there
was no way I could lug this around the mall so I made my first of fives
trips to the car to unload. The rest of the day was a blur. I created
a sizable summer wardrobe, suits, shoes, tops, skirts, shoes, jeans,
capris, hip-hugs, shoes, pants, sweater sets, sportswear, shoes, shoes,
even a one piece swim suit. I got my other ear pieced, and both twice,
I bought a ton of costume jewellery and a few purses at the "Accessory
Place".
I spent at least an hour while the obviously gay guy at the Mac's
counter in Fjordstrom's tested colours on me. I bought everything he
suggested and more. As I made the mistake of telling him my story and
plans while he worked on me he wouldn't let me leave the store until he
had the girl from the perfume station cover me in samples. I bought 3
complete lines from her. As I exited the store Paul from the Mac's
counter ran up to me and thrust a piece of paper in my right hand and
said, "if you actually go through with this call me and I'll give you
the make over to die for"
I thanked him and put the paper in my pocket...I might just call that
marker.
The entire drive home I wondered at how uninhibited I had been, I told
everyone who asked what I was doing and everyone was supportive...again
commissions...I wonder? As I pulled into the underground parking in my
building I suddenly realized that I'd have to make at least five trips
through the lobby to and from the penthouse, carrying stuffed shopping
bags from some of the best ladies shops in the state, while passing
"Mr. Wellgoodmorning" every time.
'No relax', I thought, that was at least seven hours ago...he must be
off by now. Why couldn't it be one the regular Barney Fifes who's
never at the station anyway? Maybe he won't be there.
I grabbed my first armload of bags and stepped into the parking
elevator. As the doors opened at the lobby I saw Mr. Wellgoodmorning
look toward me as the bell announced my arrival. I didn't make eye
contact with him and made a manly beeline to the elevator, I could feel
his eyes burning through me. Well that wasn't so bad I thought as I
stood back in the elevator and counted up the 28 floors.
On the fourth and final trip I had finally worked my way down to the
Victoria Secret stuff in the bottom of the trunk. I piled on one
massive load and trudged toward the parkade elevator. I should really
have made another trip but I just wanted to get this over with. Again
as the doors opened Mr. Wellgoodmorning stared at me as I walked across
the highly polished marble floor. Again I made a beeline to the
elevator. This time as I approached the Guard station he asked, "can I
give you hand?
"No thanks, last load", I replied not shifting my stare.
Just as I finished responding...wham...I was on the floor. I'd tripped
on the carpet runner to the security station. My left shoe flew off
and skipped across the hard floor. I tried to extend my arms to stop
my fall but I was too weighed down and I crashed hard.
I awoke a few seconds later, the guard was kneeling beside me, the
loafer that had flown off was resting at my side. He was gently
slapping my facing repeating, "wake up, wake up".
"I'm up", I responded with very little authority. I sat up looked
toward the apartment elevator. Along the path a good part of my
Victoria's Secret purchases were no longer a secret. Mr.
Wellgoodmorning got up and started gathering up my undies. I tried to
scramble up and help him but my stockinged foot slid against the
polished floor and I fell once again, although much less dramatically.
He ran to my side and helped me up. He grabbed my hand like he was
helping a lady up and gently took the fingers of my left hand into his.
Under the light of the lobby the sparkle in that clear nail polish was
radiant and he had to have noticed. He got me on my feet and said,
"don't try to move just stay right here".
He took a few steps, grabbed my shoe and handed it to me. I threw it
to the floor and watched my pedicured, stocking foot slip into the
shoe. Without taking my eyes off the floor I said, "thanks".
He had to have seen to my toenails, I'd be the talk of the building.
"You sure you're okay", he asked.
"Yeah I'm fine", I responded, "just a little red in the face".
"No need to be...anyone could trip on that carpet...it's a nuisance",
he replied. "Hey, my name's Abe, I'll be here for a few weeks, Reg had
a minor heart attack yesterday."
"That's too bad", I said, as I started to collect the rest of my things
from the floor.
"Here let me give you a hand", he offered.
"No, that's alright, you've seen enough already", I replied.
"Okay" he said dejectedly, turning back towards his station, "but at
least you have good taste".
My face burned red...what kind of comment was that. I finished
repacking my bags and raced toward the elevator.
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck" I repeated to myself as I waited for the car, why
couldn't I have made another trip. Oh well, I tried to rationalize,
he's new, only gonna be here a while, doesn't know me, maybe this won't
get out after all.
I opened the door to my apartment and looked at the clock, 9:37
already, where did the day go. I put on a little of my new make-up
(just some lipstick and eye shadow). I gave my hair a good shot of hair
spray, let it dry and then I let out my tight ponytail. My hair look
great as I shook it out. Then I started the fashion show trying on my
purchases. Before I knew it, it was almost midnight and my once empty
walk in closet began to burst at the seams. Almost every thing fit,
there were of course a few things that weren't quite right but I'd
return these later. I slipped on a sexy chemise and settled into my
bed for the night with a huge smile on my face, all things considered
this was a pretty good day.
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