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"Definitely not," responded Mark to Lysa's suggestion they go ahead and
go see the movie.
"Let's just keep driving for a little while," he said while glancing to
his right and still seeing Stevie.
"How about taking a left here."
Meanwhile, Stevie was looking at the two women in the car next to her
and trying to reach some conclusion about seeing Mark go into Lysa's
apartment, and then seeing these two women leave. But when Mark looked
over his shoulder at Stevie, the woman who had been somewhat obsessed
with him for the past 18 months figured it out. Their eyes met briefly,
and Stevie knew those eyes -- even if they were now traced in eyeliner,
shadowed in powder and framed by mascara-covered lashes. Stevie's own
eyes almost popped out of her head at the realization.
"Turn! Turn!" Mark insisted. But it was too late to avoid detection.
Lysa made the turn, not knowing why it was so urgent for Mark to do so.
Mark then asked her to make another left, so the couple wound up
heading back the direction from which they came.
Stevie's efforts to follow the pair were now thwarted, leaving her to
wonder why Mark was dressed up as a woman. In her usual propensity for
paranoia, Stevie assumed it had something to do with her. Maybe Mark
was disguising himself so Stevie wouldn't see him with another woman.
"What else makes sense?" she thought. Debating whether to go back to
Lysa's and wait or go home, Stevie opted for the latter. She would
confront Mark about it all tomorrow.
"Can we just drive for a while?" Mark softly asked Lysa.
"Sure, hun. What's the matter?"
Unsure of what to tell Lysa, Mark concluded the truth would be easiest.
"That girl at work who kind of has a thing for me pulled up beside us a
while back. And I'm pretty sure she recognized me."
"Are you sure? It is dark, and you are... well, pretty well disguised,
to make an understatement."
"Yeah, but she was right next to us at a red light. She had a little
time to study me. And when I saw her looking at me, her eyes got as big
as saucers and her mouth dropped open. Not a typical reaction to simply
seeing a couple of cute women in a car."
Mark knew there would be some consequences to what he thought was a
chance meeting. He figured he would find out the next day.
"So you think you're cute, do you?" Lysa said, trying to lighten the
mood. "And me too. Who do you think is cuter?"
"Lysa, you're the loveliest lady I've ever laid eyes upon," responded
Mark, missing Lysa's playful intent.
"Why thank you, Mark."
Lysa blushed, then began looking for a secluded spot where she could
pull over. When she found one, Mark looked to her to see why they
pulled over and if something was wrong. Lysa shut off the car,
unbuckled her seatbelt, put her right leg up under herself and turned
sideways facing Mark.
"Mark, I've got to know something. I know we've known each other less
than a week. But as a man, what to do you think of me?"
Feeling on the spot, Mark tried to answer calmly and coolly, so as not
to come across interested but not come on too strong. However, it's
easier said than done.
"I think you're awesome. You're beautiful. You're smart. You're fun to
be with."
Lysa was now smiling and beaming as well as blushing.
"I don't understand why you don't have a boyfriend. And WHY were you on
that Maury show?"
Her blushes now turned to unpleasant embarrassment. But Lysa thought
bearing her soul a little wouldn't hurt.
"You see, Mark. If I go on a quote/unquote 'normal' date with a guy, he
has no reason to think I was ever anything other than what he sees. But
I can't just let him have that impression. I have to be honest. And
telling men has cost me every relationship I have ever had."
Mark was listening intently, unconsciously brushing his Rene Russo-like
auburn hair out of his eyes and smoothing his dress as he turned toward
Lysa.
"And any relationship I have had where the guy has had full knowledge
of my past persona has seemed like he is somewhat fixated on the fact
as if satisfying a fetish.
"So I went on TV, knowing full well I'd hear from a lot of questionable
characters, but hoping the exposure might lead me to Mr. Right."
At that, Mark got up on his knees and leaned over the console and
gently kissed Lysa. She leaned in and almost broke into tears of
happiness as she felt Mark's glossy lips pressed against hers.
Just then, the couple heard a loud electronic beep and saw the shine of
a spotlight into the car. It was a police car at the curb, aiming its
light into the lot where Lysa parked.
Then an officer walked up to the driver's side window and asked for ID
from both of the women.
"Here's my license, officer. But my friend forgot her purse."
The cop just glanced over at Mark, noticing his embarrassment.
"You girls haven't been drinking, have you?"
"No, we were just sitting here talking," Lysa said.
"Well, move it along, ladies. This is no place for that."
"Yes, officer," responded Lysa with a wave. Mark simply offered half a
smile.
They both brushed their hair behind their ears and buckled up as Lysa
started the car and headed back toward her apartment.
"You sure you wouldn't like to stop for a cup of coffee, Mark?" Lysa
teased.
"No, I think I've had enough excitement for one night on the town.
Besides, the last time you offered me coffee, look what happened,"
joked Mark, gesturing at his head-to-toe, gender bending makeover.
They shared a laugh along with the warmth of each other's company.
When they pulled up to Lysa's apartment, Mark tried to get out as
inconspicuously as possible. He stood at the curb straightening his
dress while waiting for Lysa. He then searched the street for Stevie's
car, but didn't see it.
Mark liked the breeze slightly blowing up his dress and the brush of
the fabric across his panty hose. He felt vulnerable as the high heels
he was wearing impeded the way he walked, and certainly would not allow
him to run. The dress itself, constricting his legs, would shorten his
strides if he were to attempt any sort of sprint. The whole idea of
nearly being discovered earlier by Stevie gave Mark a strange mix of
sensations: part fear and anxiety and part excitement.
But the fact that he could walk in public and totally fool people into
thinking he was a woman left Mark with a sense of accomplishment. He
and Lysa walked up to her apartment looking like any average pair of
female roommates -- although more attractive than average -- to anyone
who might be watching. That thought put an imaginary sway in Mark--
excuse me-- Marcia's step.
Stepping into Lysa's apartment gave Mark another rush of mixed
feelings. On the one hand, he was relieved to no longer have to worry
about being discovered. But on the hand, his little thrill ride was
over. In this case though, the relief from taking off the low heels
helped tip the scale toward relief after Lysa bolted the door.
While Mark was taking in the sensations of his feminine state, Lysa was
thinking about all of the nice things he said to her in the car. She
was looking forward to getting Mark behind closed doors and picking up
where they left off. Upon turning the deadbolt, Lysa waited for Mark to
turn around after removing his heels. Then she put her arms up around
his neck and planted a passionate kiss on his glossy lips. One was
followed by another, and another. The two womanly attired friends made
their way to Lysa's bedroom where she told Mark to just wait a moment
for her on the bed.
When Lysa stepped into the bathroom, Mark wasn't sure whether he should
undress, remove his wig, or just stay as he was. He reached behind
himself to unfasten the dress, but soon found he couldn't. So he
decided to remain all dolled up and try to patiently wait for Lysa to
see what to do next.
Returning to the bedroom, this time in nothing but a babydoll, Lysa
realized she had forgotten about "Marcia." Sashaying her way up to
Mark, Lysa acted as if the dress, the makeup, the wig -- the whole
feminine effect -- wasn't even there. He simply followed her lead as
Lysa sat on his lap and then rolled on top of him, kissing and
caressing him all the while. They moved from the side of the bed to the
middle, with Lysa still taking position on top of Mark. She slid his
dress up enough to help him pull down his hose and panties then slowly
mounted him, sliding the only sign of his manhood into her.
Somewhat uncomfortable with the combination of his feminine appearance
and the subordinate role he was taking in this sexual encounter, Mark
wanted to say something. He just wasn't sure what. Lysa pressed a
finger to his lips as if to tell him not to worry and there was nothing
to be said. She just wanted him to lay back and enjoy the experience.
With her long, flowing hair draping down from her head and her heaving
breasts above him, Mark decided to take in the lovely view as she rode
up and down upon him. But he also looked to one side across the room
and caught a glimpse of himself with Lysa in the mirror. He thought it
looked like two women going at it, with the woman on top wearing a
dildo and dominating the more feminine girl on the bottom. He batted
his eye lashes a couple of times, slowly licked his lips and bit his
lower one, trying to make feminine facial gestures in the mirror.
Coupled with the approaching climax, Mark was really enjoying his new-
found experience. He caught himself before he reached for the breast
forms in his bra, wanting to run his hands up and down his own feminine
form. Lysa's heavy breathing as she approached orgasm snapped him out
of it. He reached for her, grabbing her by the hips and then working
behind to her bottom.
"Good choice," he joked silently to himself, preferring the real
sensation of Lysa at his fingertips as opposed to what he had been
imagining about himself. Her breaths became abrupt and close together
as she reached ecstasy. Somewhere in his glamour girl fantasy, Mark
reached his orgasm with whispers of "oh, yes" escaping from between his
pouting lips. Both satisfied at this point, Lysa collapsed on top of
Mark, with the two of them kissing and rolling around in the afterglow.
After a couple of hours of lovey-dovey cuddling and dozing off, Mark
started to get up. He wondered what to do next. Lysa sat up beside him,
realizing his predicament.
"Let's help you out of those clothes, Marcia," she teased. He didn't
mind it. But he did wonder if he had made some sort of telltale sign
about what he was thinking while they were making love. First, Lysa
unzipped his dress and helped him step out of it before leading him
into the bathroom. There, once again, Mark was face to face with his
girlish facade in the mirror. His makeup was somewhat smeared and his
wig a little frazzled. But he still looked like a woman in lingerie.
Lysa removed his wig and went to work on him with makeup remover and
soap and water, then gently rubbed moisturizer into his skin. She
paused on occasion for gentle kiss. She unhooked his bra and took out
the essence of his c-cups, placing them on the vanity next to his
auburn locks.
"Would you like a nightie to sleep in after your shower?" jested Lysa.
"I really ought to get going. I've got work in the morning."
"But I was looking forward to talking about tonight," Lysa responded
with clear disappointment.
"I'll call you as soon as I get home from work. How about dinner? No
coffee."
That got a grin from Lysa, even though she wasn't happy about Mark
taking off in the middle of the night. But she went and got his clothes
out of the dryer and brought them to him
With a long, sensual kiss, Mark left for the night. He took note of
being clothed in the appropriate sex when he stepped out into the cool
night air. But one rub of his slacks reminded him of the hairless legs
inside his pants. Instead of heading straight home, he went for a drive
to reflect on the evening's events and clear his head of all of the
confusing thoughts. Inside of a week, Mark had come up with what he
thought was a surefire ticket to a bigger newspaper job, met a
beautiful transsexual, fallen head-over-heels for her and been
transformed into a knockout of a crossdresser while barely escaping
detection (so he thought) by a co-worker who has a crush on him.
The drive was quite a long one.
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