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Summer Experiment
Chapter 9
Friday afternoon, Frankie spent too much time in front of the mirror. This
was turning out to be much more important than he thought it would be. He
took a long bath and rubbed moisturizer and lotion on his body. He walked
through a misty wall of perfume and then started to get dressed.
Knowing that he was wearing a tiny little body hugging dress, he hadn't
had anything to eat that morning other than tea and a muffin. Normally he
would have worn a tightly fitting corset to pull his waistline as small as
possible. But the dress would reveal all foundation items so all he
started with was a tiny thong and a padded bra. He slipped a garter belt
around his waist and pulled up his stockings.
He slipped the dress over his head and checked out the fit. It wasn't
going to work because his backside was still lacking enough shape. Frankie
went back and slipped off the thong and garter belt and tried on a small
panty girdle.
After several tries, Frankie settled on a padded panty with a long line
bra that defined his waist. It was thin and made of lycra. It was all
basic black and Frankie was satisfied that the body shapers were his best
bet.
It wasn't perfect and he wanted to run over to his surgeons to discuss
injections to increase the size of his bottom. He knew that would be
foolish to have a round, protruding butt while he still had to deal with
the every day second semester coming up in February.
After finding the right combination of padding, Frankie felt all warm and
overworked from putting on and taking off his underwear. The final choices
were good and left him with a seamless feminine figure that couldn't be
read under his new dress.
He sat down at his dressing room mirror and began his makeup. He didn't
want to look overdone because he was going for the sophisticated yet still
youthful look. There would be plenty of women there with their airbrushed
over-the-top money can buy anything look and Frankie was smart enough to
know that his youthful skin and pretty face would be just fine. He applied
a light powder foundation and then drew in a light liner and darker
mascara. Then he added a small amount of shading above his eyes. He
blushed out his cheeks and then drew in his lips. When he was satisfied,
he smiled checking to make sure he didn't have lip-gloss on his smile.
He twisted his hair up over his head and pinned it in place. He pulled a
few strands of hair down and curled them with a small hand held iron.
Then, he sprayed his hair into place and added some crystals that matched
his earrings and shoes to the pins in his hair.
When he was done, he slipped up his dress, zipped it and smoothed it out.
He wished Helen were there to see how pretty he looked, but she was
working today making rounds and finishing up hospital paperwork.
He was saddened for a minute when he thought about the outfit she had
pulled out and tossed in a bag this morning. She would change at the
hospital and go straight from there. Frankie had only seen her wear the
jumpsuit and high-heeled boots one time. She too had sort of a date
tonight. She was going out with Gwen Bowers, one of the tranny's that
Frankie had interviewed for his book.
Gwen was truly a successful working woman. She was a high priced call girl
who served a very exclusive clientele of men who preferred their women to
have something extra and know how to work it. Frankie knew that Helen was
going to observe Gwen at work tonight and the man was paying extra for
Helen to watch. He shook his head at the idea of what it would be like
being humiliated like that. Well, while it wasn't his thing, Helen would
find out if it were her thing tonight.
Frankie wasn't really concerned or jealous. Helen was sophisticated and
pretty level headed. They had met almost four years ago when Frankie had
been cross-dressing and Helen was attracted to him from the beginning.
Their love had grown and flowered. There had not been any problems or
arguments and eventually they decided to get married.
Frankie had met Helen's mother and father and Helen got to meet Frankie's
mom, too. Since then, the families had faded into the background and their
relationship had flourished.
Frankie was lost in thought when the doorbell rang. He opened the front
door and there was Bruce standing there smiling. He looked quite handsome
in his topcoat and his dark suit.
"Wow, Frankie, you look beautiful! Wow. Man, am I the lucky guy tonight!"
He helped Frankie slip into his fur coat and then waited until Frankie had
locked the door then took his arm and led him out to a waiting limo.
"For us?"
"Sure, it's our big date and all. He held the door open and when Frankie
climbed in, he marveled at how nice the limo was. It was a private car,
not the typical overused New York rental that smelled of deodorizer and
Fabreez.
"This is nice."
Bruce was grinning from ear to ear. "It's our company car and I borrowed
it for the night. We even have our own personal driver." He slid the
window down between the front and back and there was Todd waving and
laughing.
Frankie blew a kiss to Todd and the three of them talked as Todd took them
across the bridge and into Manhattan. As they chatted, Frankie noticed
that Bruce had moved close to Frankie and put his arm around him. He was
so busy talking to Todd that when he turned, Bruce was close enough to
kiss.
Frankie pecked him on the cheek. "You two are so sweet and I'm happy to
get out of the house."
Bruce patted Frankie's exposed leg and gave it a squeeze. "Mary said you
were down in the dumps and when I told her that I was going to this
affair, she suggested I take you. This is going to be great and we're
going to have fun."
As the car pulled up in front of the Whitney to drop them off, Frankie
knew that this was a real big deal since the museum was not used for
private parties a lot. But when Frankie walked in the door and saw two of
the hottest rock band sipping cocktails next to beautiful women, he was
impressed.
He looked around and realized that this was the 'who's who' of New York.
There were television personalities, rock stars, billionaires, and
socialites scattered among the museum art.
"My company is co-sponsoring a new exhibit that is opening this week. We
have these functions and you can tell that it's a pretty exclusive group
of very rich people. All we're going to do is cruise the hall saying
hello. I know most of the people I want to know but this way they see us
together and it makes me a little more human than just a name on a
business card."
"I hope I don't make you look stupid." Frankie held his hand after they
checked their coats. "I'm just a teacher at a college and won't know what
to say to these people."
"That's okay. Most of them just want to talk about themselves. Do you
mind if I introduce you as Dr. Frankie Johnson and tell them you teach?"
Frankie shook his head. "No problem if it adds any points to your side. In
a town of twelve million, no one is going to remember me. Feel free."
As the mingling started, Frankie got into the swing of things. He felt
fine being introduced and shaking hands, hugging, or kissing two cheeks.
He enjoyed smiling and being examined. He felt confident that he wasn't
being read and that no one knew he was really a man. He was really
enjoying being a woman tonight.
After a sip or two of wine, he was feeling good and liked the idea that
men were staring at him as a few boldly tried to make some serious eye
contact or touch or make a forward comment. He saw all sorts of stars
wandering around and resisted the idea of grabbing Bruce's arm and jumping
up and down with girlish excitement.
The big shock came when he turned and came face to face with the director
of his Sociology department, Dean Charles Watson.
"I heard from someone over there that someone had met a lovely young lady
who was in my department, Dr. Frankie Johnson, and I thought I'm come over
and say hello. Hi Frankie, how are you doing tonight?"
Frankie was mortified. Here he was, totally into the woman thing and
suddenly his own dean was unmasking him. He was speechless.
Before Frankie could say anything, Dean Watson smiled and gave him a kiss
on the cheek. "You look lovely tonight Frankie. I am glad to see you are
using your break from classes to have a little fun. Let me introduce you
to my partner, Franco Respolli." Dean Watson used his free hand to wrap it
around another gentleman's waist. "We are celebrating our twentieth year
of being together."
"Wow," said Bruce. "That makes Todd and my six years look like nothing.
Twenty years."
As Frankie accepted kisses on both cheeks from Franco, he breathed a sigh
of relief. The dean was dealing with all this so smoothly and the dean had
a partner and it was a man! 'Wow', Frankie thought, 'wow. And I was
worried that the dean would discover I dressed. He's giving Bruce more the
eye than me.'
The four of them talked for a while and then the dean and his partner
drifted off. As Frankie and Bruce stood side by side, Frankie discovered
that he had been holding Bruce's arm the whole time they were talking with
the dean.
Frankie looked up at Bruce and they smiled at each other. Bruce leaned
down and took Frankie's chin between his forefinger and thumb. He brushed
Frankie's lips with his own gently.
Frankie liked the feeling of being close to Bruce. He didn't mind it at
all. After all, he didn't have to worry. Bruce was gay and in a long term
relationship with Todd and Bruce was Mary's brother, so why would Frankie
be concerned with a little flirting.
When Bruce kissed Frankie again on the lips, Frankie realized that he had
leaned into the kiss and opened his mouth to receive Bruce's tongue.
They both laughed at their sudden impulses. They looked around as if they
were discovering the crowd of people for the first time. Then they saw
that no one was noticing another beautiful couple standing in a crowed
gallery.
After circulating for an hour, Bruce pulled at his cell phone and called
Todd. He told him to come collect them. He put the phone away and took
Frankie's hand.
"You've been such a good sport, I made dinner reservations at Club 16."
Frankie knew the reputation of the expensive supper club, but had never
been. "Sounds like a good time." He took Bruce's arm and they walked
together to the cloakroom.
As Bruce helped Frankie on with his coat, he leaned in and whispered
softly. "You were so great back there letting me parade you around in
front of all those power people. Man, I am so lucky to have found you. I
can't believe how beautiful you looked. You are such a lovely woman, such
a beauty." He kissed Frankie under the ear and nibbled at her neck. "It is
so amazing. I never thought that looking at you would turn me on so much."
Frankie laughed out loud. "You are such a silly. You've had too many of
those Champaign cocktails tonight and probably a few drinks with Todd.
C'mon, Bruce, your limo is waiting."
As the doorman opened the front doors, Bruce waved to Todd, double-parked
with the company limo. His blonde hair waving in the wind was easy to spot
on the cold New York night. They were downtown in the big apple and dinner
was at the hippest new club in the city.
Frankie sat close to Bruce while Todd drove them cross town to the
restaurant. When they arrived, Todd double parked them in front of the
restaurant.
Frankie was surprised when Todd crawled in back to light up a joint. He
took a big hit and passed it to Frankie. At first, he was thinking of
turning it down. He rarely got high and knew if he did, he might become
too stoned to even think. But out of politeness, he took one hit.
A few minutes later, the joint was gone and the three of them laughed and
laughed at sitting double-parked in front of the richest and most
important people in the world, stoned out of their minds.
Todd gave Frankie a peck on the cheek and disappeared out of the back of
the car and opened the driver's door. The sudden blast of cold air emptied
the second hand smoke and filled the back of the car with New York night
air. Frankie pulled his coat in closer to try to stay warm.
As Frankie tried to keep warm, Bruce put his arm around Frankie's shoulder
and pulled him closer.
"Here, let me keep you warm this way." Bruce held Frankie in his arms and
gave him a squeeze. "I can't tell you enough how great you are for what
you've done for me tonight."
Frankie looked at Bruce carefully. He was being serious. The guy really
did appreciate the fact that Frankie had dressed up and helped him meet
and greet important people that his company did business with. Bruce was
sincere when he said that.
Frankie was stoned and it seemed like a sweet moment. Frankie kissed Bruce
on the mouth and then pulled back. "You are nice. It was fun for me too.
You see, I'm writing this book and well, in order to understand the
woman's point of view, I need to put myself in the woman's position."
"I know a lot of positions I could put you in."
"C'mon, silly. You know what I mean. I'm not talking about sex, I'm
talking seriously here."
"I'm being serious too. Mary said you needed to understand just how it
felt to be a woman and she thought I'd be the perfect guy to help you find
out."
Frankie shook his head. "I think you're great, honey, but I am happily
married, to a woman. I'm not into guys, no offence." Frankie gestured
towards Todd in the front seat.
Bruce didn't take offence and showed it by kissing Frankie. "No offence
taken. Todd would understand if we were to make love. Our relationship is
solid and he'd understand if I were doing this to help you out. I'm just
saying that I'd like to make love with you, I think it'd be fun."
Frankie suddenly knew that Bruce was not being a wise guy but was being
honest and open. Frankie felt a strange attraction to him. He was being
sincere and looking at him with those beautiful eyes and for a minute
Frankie saw himself in bed with Bruce and the vision of the two of them
together somehow seemed natural.
At that same moment, the car lurched and Todd apologized from the front.
He laughed and said they were ready for their reservation. He also
mentioned that he'd be right around the corner parking the car.
Bruce opened his door and came around to help Frankie out. It was cold.
Frankie stumbled a bit and used Bruce's arm to extricate himself. His
dress was short and he had to be careful in heels not to slip on the wet
sidewalks. The two of them made it safely into the crowded restaurant and
were ushered to a booth in a quiet corner.
After they were settled, Bruce studied the menu and ordered a bottle of
wine. Frankie studied the menu. His didn't have prices on his and knew
that this was typical for a four star place. The woman was always the
guest; the woman never paid the bill.
Frankie put his menu down. He stood and grabbed for his little purse. "I'm
going to freshen up a bit." He leaned over and kissed Bruce on the lips
and patted his cheek. "You're in charge, soldier."
As Frankie walked through the crowded room towards the bar and the rest
rooms, he tried to keep his composure. 'Gosh, what a night. I meet Dean
Watson and I'm all dressed up and he acts like nothing is unusual and now
I'm stoned out of my mind and in a big time restaurant and trying to
behave.' Frankie giggled and opened the ladies room door.
The bathroom was cool and beautifully appointed. He went in a stall and
closed the door behind. Then he pulled up his dress and unhooked the snaps
on the panty girdle crotch. He needed to use the toilet and tried to hold
himself up above the toilet and pee like a woman.
He was so stoned and surprised when his body did just fine. Using a bit of
paper off the roll he wiped himself and pulled everything back in to
place. As he touched himself he briefly had a sexual rush and wondered
what kind of lover Bruce would be.
'I'll never know,' he giggled to himself.
At that moment, alone in the ladies room, Frankie thought of Helen and
where she was tonight. He saw an image of her, dressed to the nines, with
Gwen and some man having sex. He flashed to Gwen and what it meant to be
well endowed and briefly felt inadequate.
What if his wife was having sex with the strange man and the transsexual
right now. What if his wife was enjoying herself?
Frankie was smart enough to put those images away. He was experienced
enough with marijuana to know that those thoughts were self-destructive.
He knew Helen well enough to know that she would still be his wonderful
wife when she returned tonight, regardless of what transpired.
As he rinsed his hands and then freshened his makeup, Frankie had to smile
at his reflection. His nose was healed and with a tiny bit of foundation
in the right places, the bruising and swelling was almost gone. He felt
wonderful and knew he looked pretty tonight.
He reapplied a touch of perfume to mask the heavy odor of pot that clung
to his hair. He opened his lipstick and reapplied a little. Most of his
was gone from kissing Bruce.
He flashed again on what it felt like to kiss the man. He wasn't feeling
any sexual stirring from his crotch when he thought about Bruce; it came
more from his heart and his mind. He wondered if a man could be as
sensitive a lover as Helen was. He thought about Bruce and Todd in the
same room and pictured himself there with them.
For a second, Frankie saw himself in a teddy lying on the bed while the
two men stood over him. They were both naked and erect and Frankie was
servicing them both while they touched and kissed him.
Frankie saw himself as the woman.
He was still lost in the thought when the door opened and another woman
walked into the bathroom. She smiled and headed for a stall.
Frankie gathered up his makeup and tucked it back in his purse. He touched
his hair, smiled at himself and then left the room.
"Not tonight, Frankie. Not tonight. Tonight you are the sociologist
researching the subject matter. Tonight you will just be an observer and
not a partaker." Frankie suddenly knew he was talking aloud and giggled at
himself.
This is the end of Chapter Nine. To those people who have emailed me or
written constructive criticism in Fictionmania, thank you very much.
Attached is a link to my Yahoo profile which lists my mirrored web sites
and my email. Thanks
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