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First Time Out - Ending 3 By: Rachael Free I had dressed all my life but finally got the courage to go out as a girl. How I started and the progress over the years is typical of other girls. You may even think I'm writing about you at times. The fateful day was approaching to come out as I planned the evening for months. My wife went away for the weekend and I would be in heaven becoming Trina. The series of events broadened my experiences but sadly also changed my life forever. If only my wife could have helped, none of this would have happened. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz My story begins when I started frequenting all the wonderful TV, shemale and crossdresser sites on the internet. Hi, my name is Jason. Just like all the other girls, it was a new experience for me. Many other girls have had the same things happen to them, grew up dressing in their mothers clothes and their sisters clothes. They may or may not have been caught dressing but for the most part have kept their secret hidden for years. In my case, it was over 40 years of being Trina. The internet has brought so many opportunities, so many places to buy things and so many wonderful girlfriends online. The relationships on-line have given me more confidence in who I am and who I want to be. Of course my wife has no idea that I even dress up. Sure I've tried some games in the bedroom with her with me wearing her pantyhose to bed or wearing a pair of her panties but she would get turned off and push me away. I'm not a big guy and not very built. In fact my wife and I are about the same size. She's sort of big for a real girl at 5'10". She's only 135 pounds while I'm 156 soaking wet. Growing up was easy because my sister and I were twins and grew up at the same rate. My first experience with dressing was when she would play tea party and I would have to wear one of her party dresses. We were very young and my mom didn't really care as long as we got along. Dad was always at work so he didn't even know. My obsession with girl's clothes didn't wane. Our dress up parties faded away but my need to dress just got stronger. I would sneak a pair of her panties from the hamper and put them on when I went to bed. I even went further taking pantyhose, bras, and even slips for my evening escapades. No one ever complained or challenged me. They had to have known. I accumulated over three full sets of fancy under things over a two year period. Maybe she didn't notice because we both were growing and she needed larger bras and stuff. By the time I was 15, I knew everything about women's lingerie, foundations, makeup, shoes, and even clothes. My sister and I would go shopping and she would always buy the trendiest clothes. I would ask all sorts of questions about styles and fabrics and she just blew them off thinking I was interested in how she looked. I was truly interested because I wanted to dress the same way. My dressing continued throughout this period and I loved trying on her newest fashions when she was out and Mom went shopping. There were, of course, a few close calls with either Janey or Mom coming home early but I had developed an elaborate practice of covering my tracks and being able to change back in less than a minute. My hiding places for my accumulated fashions were truly hidden from anyone too. This went on until I went to college. I realized with me being out of the house, someone may find my things and I would have real trouble. I purged everything except for my small stash of makeup, a frilly bra and panty set and a pair of 4 inch heels. My hiding spot could never be found so I felt comfortable that at least I saved something from the past. College flew by and my dressing was reduced to visits home and nightly dressing sessions. I was about the same size as my mom and could nab a dress, or a blouse and skirt and put it back the next day without any attention. Janey had gone to the west coast taking most of her things and I only saw her on holiday for the four years away. We always talked and wrote each other but I knew my dependence on my sisters things were over. Forward a few years............. After college I moved away for my first job. Mom and Dad didn't have too much heartburn because I was only two hours from home and both Janey and I had been away at college anyway. My dressing was really non-existent with me sharing an apartment with a co-worker. I did enjoy the magazines with crossdressing tales and other magazines with pictures of shemales and transvestites. That seemed to keep me secure without dressing up. Manual relief always accompanied my magazine sessions. I met a girl when I was 30 and we fell in love. The courtship lasted over two years. We moved in together the second year and I was completely surrounded by her feminine finery every day. I would try on her panties or a bra or even a dress or skirt when she was shopping or at church or out with the girls but that was about it. Her clothes fit me perfect so I didn't have to buy anything for myself. This stopped though when she complained the waistband on one of her elastic skirt was stretched out. My gut was a little larger than my wife, Melissa's and I guess I did stretch t out over time. I inspected the garment and told her it was just the elastic wearing down. The skirt was over five years old. How did she ever expect it to stay the same after all that time. She believed my story and never discussed it again. Our life grew together and we were deeply in love. My dressing was hit or miss up until the time I retired. Melissa had a great job with the Government and I retired early from my company. This gave me time at home to engage in my hobbies, help with the cleaning and dinner and basically become the house husband. Melissa was gone from 7AM until 6PM leaving me alone five days a week. After a few months I lost interest in my hobbies and lazed around the house more and more. Melissa started complaining about my bad habits and I made a concerted effort to provide her the best home anyone could ever live in. We still loved each other and quite frankly, doing nothing was even more boring than anything. I got into a routine of cleaning all the bathrooms Monday, dusting and waxing on Tuesday, vacuuming everything and doing wash on Wednesday, Mopping and cleaning the kitchen, pantry and laundry room on Thursday and preparing the house for a fine dinner every Friday. Saturday and Sunday found me serving her breakfast in bed and doing whatever she wanted to do that day. Most Saturdays were spent shopping in the women's section of the store. I would browse the aisles while she would choose clothes and try them on. I would fantasize about a particular office suit or a frilly dress or a skirt and blouse set while I browsed myself. She would comment on how she liked me shopping with her and that she didn't feel any pressure to finish. Of course she didn't know I loved it too. Too bad I couldn't pick something out and try it for myself. Our life went on in a normal routine. I found I could get my work done by 11AM and then sit down and watch Jerry. The shows with transvestites, shemales and transsexuals were my favorite and I would always know which days these were playing so I could be done with my work on time. My cleaning became routine and the house looked great. One Wednesday I was doing the laundry when I found a sexy pair of white, silk panties and matching bra. Melissa looked great in it with her cream Sunday dress. I held them in my hand and enjoyed the silky material. Without thinking, I dropped my sweat pant and took of my tee shirt and put on the bra and panties. The cups were filled with a few socks and I rummaged through the laundry basket to see if she had put anything else of her in the basket. Well, Melissa had worn a see through blouse and tight black pencil skirt the day before and it was in the wash. My heart was pounding as I slipped my arms into the blouse and buttoned it up. You could see the outline of the bra through the material. The skirt slid up my legs and I zipped up the back. The fit was perfect. My fake titties filled out the blouse perfectly and I spent the next two hours doing more cleaning while I wore her clothes. The clothes caressed my body and I felt so girly doing the chores. It was a turn on for me remembering my past and how good I felt wearing women's clothes. I was interrupted by the front doorbell and hid in the bathroom. After a few minutes I ventured out and looked out the window. A UPS guy just dropped off a package. That was really close, for sure. Melissa was due home in a few hours so I undressed, put her things back in the hamper and started dinner as if nothing had happened. We ate dinner and Melissa commented on how nice the place looked. I felt proud of the work I had done and thanked her. She went to change and dropped her things in the hamper. She came out and said, "I thought Wednesday was laundry day?" My mind went blank then I spurted out, "I got caught up in a movie and didn't get to it dear. I'll do the laundry tomorrow." She just said OK and let it go. Wow, I would have to do a better job covering my tracks next time. The next few weeks gave me an opportunity to try on more of her things, get dressed further with pantyhose, heels and a wig she had in the back of her closet. I would be showered and shaved every morning before she left and within the hour I became Trina. We lived in the country so we didn't get many unexpected guests. My courage increased and I would wear her jeans or a pair of slacks with a nice blouse to hang the laundry on the line. A skirt would be pushing the envelope a bit. Inside I always wore a dress or skirt. Pants wouldn't do for Trina. The house remained immaculate and I would have everything in place before Melissa would come home. My dressing even expanded to wearing makeup, earrings and jewelry as I flitted around the house doing chores. Voice practice helped me raise the octaves giving me a breathy, feminine quality to my voice. I got so used to being Trina that I would have to remember being Jason when Melissa came home and lower my voice. My little alter ego went on for quite some time before I felt something was missing. Melissa would go beserk if I brought up my new hobby to her but I was also getting settled in being Trina and losing the spark that accompanied me dressing up. The routine was the problem. I needed some other type of outlet. We bought a computer and I would surf the net for hours after I cleaned the house. The TV, transsexual, crossdresser sights caught my eye and I then was obsessed with going on line every day to see new girls, chat with others and get off watching movies and looking at pictures. I would dress quickly in the morning, do my chores very fast and then spend most of the day surfing. It was a new thrill that seemed to satisfy me for now. Purchasing some things I needed for Trina was easy and I now had all the basics for myself including hip pads, breast forms, bras, gaffs, corsets and all sorts of other things. Trina was getting to be a hottie as I perfected my look. I made quite a few friendships with other girls and took the plunge. I put some pictures on the sights and wow did I get even more responses. It took every minute I had to respond and check all my sites. My mannerisms while doing chores and being Trina on line made it difficult for me to break away at night when Melissa came home. She even commented that I was becoming more distant. One day she commented on how I was crossing my legs when we watched a movie. I played it off that I had lost weight and my legs just felts more comfortable. She shrugged her shoulders and I ignored the comment. I'm glad she didn't look too close at my perfectly manicured finger and toe nails with the clear coat of polish I would apply during the day. One Tuesday, I was chatting with a girlfriend when I got an Instant Message. It was from a girl close to me who wanted to meet me. I had never gone out in public except for my forays in the back yard. We chatted for a few weeks and she kept urging me to set some time away so we could meet. I paid more attention to Melissa during this time so I wouldn't cause her to suspect anything. My girlfriend, Belinda, kept asking me and even recommended she would pay for a room for us. I didn't want to say no but I was very intrigued. Belinda was a pre-op and had beautiful breasts. I had always fantasized about pre-ops and chatting with her turned me on. I would find my panties soaked with my cum after our chats. This would turn me on and sex with Melissa would be great that night with me closing my eyes and being Trina. Melissa had planned on going to her mothers during Easter weekend. I told her I wanted to work on the outside that weekend and she could go alone. Without giving it any though, she agreed and the free weekend could be planned. I had two months to make sure everything was covered. Belinda and I would still chat and set our rendezvous. The weekend came and Melissa left after work on Friday night. I spent the entire day primping myself. A long bubble bath prepared my skin. After drying I realized I needed to remove some of my face, chest hair and underarm hair. I had few chest hairs so that was easy. I didn't think Melissa would even notice my underarms so I shaved off all the hair. I felt so cool and weird without the hair. Some Secret underarm deodorant gave me a feminine smell. My legs were sparse with hair so I figured pantyhose would cover the hair enough for the weekend. The scented lotions in Melissa's room made me feel soft and pretty. I used her moisturizing lotions in her makeup drawer and loved the silky feel of my skin. Just a light coat of foundation for today so I wouldn't be noticed, unless you looked very close, when I drove over to our rendezvous. Packing some things was one of the toughest things I did that day. Should I be a sexy vixen, or a straight laced secretary? I couldn't decide so I packed about five sets of clothes with matching lingerie. I know it was only for one night or maybe two but I wanted it to be special. I chose a pair of jeans and mans shirt for the drive in case I was stopped for any reason. Of course I wore my silkiest panties, a bra, hose and camisole under my clothes. Some white tennis shoes made me look pretty androgynous. No wig for the trip either to eliminate any undue attention. We decided to meet at a coffee shop next to the hotel so we could go in together. Belinda was living as a girl 24/7 and passed easily. I didn't believe I could pass so being a guy worked out the best. I walked into the coffee shop and immediately saw Belinda sitting at a table. She looked great in a vee neck top showing off her boobs, a nice short skirt, silky legs with 5" heels and perfectly made up. She was smoking a long feminine cigarette and her long, polished fingers turned me on. I introduced myself, shook her hand and took a seat. She told me to relax. We looked like any other couple in the room. I began to relax as we chatted about ourselves. Belinda lost her parents when she was young and moved from household to household until she was eighteen. She was exposed to all sorts of terrible situations and found herself becoming Belinda to escape from the reality. As she grew older, Belinda became her life and she decided to pursue changing into Belinda permanently. Her story made me feel bad for her but she told me that she was never more grounded. We chatted for another hour and she suggested we go to our room. Belinda had already checked in. She reserved a two room suite with a fireplace and Jacuzzi tub. This room was great and the company even seemed greater. Belinda had brought some wine and snacks and I poured us two glasses. We clinked and sipped our wine. Belinda reached for my glass and set it down. She wrapped her arms around me and laid a big kiss on my lips. Her lips were soft, puffy and oh so tasty. I responded with me wrapping my arms around her and pulling her in closer. Our lips meshed together and our tongues played with each other not wanting to be too aggressive. Our kiss ended and Belinda told me to undress. My entire body was trembling with excitement as I went into the bedroom with Belinda following. My clothes were off in a matter of second as I stood there in my bra, camisole, gaff, panties and pantyhose. My red polished toenails were obvious under my stockinged feet. Belinda slid her hand up and down my legs cooing in my ear. I opened my bag and proceeded to lay out my clothes. Belinda hung up my suits, blouses, dresses and skirts as unpacked my silky lingerie. She held a few things up and complimented me on my tastes. My face got warm and I was blushing. She had me lay on the bed as she helped attach the breast forms to my chest. I usually just put them in the bra cups but she insisted that I feel like a woman, not just look like one. She took out some cream and worked on blending in the seams. She did a great job and unless you looked directly at the seams, no one would ever notice they weren't real. I then put on a molded goddess bra and adjusted the cups over my breast forms. She laughed saying the bra wasn't fitted correctly and should fit better now. It was true. It didn't seem to pinch me under my arms and I felt much better. Belinda had me sit down and she took her makeup and went to work. She sat on my lap at times, facing me as she would use all sorts of things I never used on my face. She even put a pair of false eyelashes on me. That was a first for me. I looked in the mirror and didn't recognize myself. Even without a wig you wouldn't know it was me. I reached for the wig and she slapped my hand lightly. I have one that will work perfect for you my dear. She opened a case and a beautiful mid back length blonde wig emerged from it's cradle. She flipped some hair away as she placed it on my head. She put a few drops of liquid near my ear, my forehead, the back of my neck and on my temple as she held it in place. Once she felt it had set, she fluffed it with a fork and told me to stand up. She looked through my clothes and selected one of my little black dresses. It had a plunging neckline and was six inches above my knee. I put it on and she saw it was a little tight so I removed it and she had me step into a cincher. I had used one before but liked a front laced corset the best. She pulled the cincher up and under my bra and then laced me up, pulling in certain areas to give me some more form. I stepped back into the dress and the zipper just slid up. The dress wasn't tight and hugged my new curves. I felt wonderful too. She selected some clip on earrings, a necklace and matching bracelet and a few fake diamond rings. I brought three pairs of heels and of course she chose the highest. They were black patent leather with 5 inch heels. Perfume was sprayed into my cleavage, behind my ears and on my wrists. The scent was intoxicating. Belinda then had me look at the final deal and what I saw staring back took my breath away. I had never been able to accomplish anything like this. I was stunning and looked like a real girl. Belinda had me sit and finish polishing my longish manicured nails in deep red while she fixed herself up. The polish made my fingers look sleek and slender and let them dry. Alternate Ending 3 I was stunned to see Belinda dressed in only jeans and a white tee shirt. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she looked pretty basic without any makeup. You could tell she looked female with her bug tits but dressed totally opposite than me. The night was still early so we decided to go to dinner. We chose a quiet Thai restaurant in walking distance. Belinda took my arm in hers as we walked to the restaurant. I could hear my heels click on the sidewalk as I put a little extra wiggle into my step. This was a night of firsts and Belinda made me look so beautiful, no one would ever know I was really a guy. Belinda and I chatted as they two of us had a leisurely dinner. The waitress was very kind to us and asked us "girls" if we had plans for the evening. She must have thought we were a couple, me being the girly one and Belinda the butch. We giggled as our waitress seemed to take more interest in the two of us. We got special attention and even got free desert and after dinner drinks. She would even touch our arms and shoulders as she served us dinner and drinks. Her attention seemed overboard but maybe she just liked serving us. When we got the check she had put a note inside. I opened it and Trudy, our waitress asked if she would meet up with us for drinks later. She would be off by 9PM and didn't have to work tomorrow. All we had to do was write down the time and place. Belinda and I giggled thinking this girl wanted to have some type of lesbian affair. Boy would she be in for a rude awakening when she found out we both had dicks. I wrote down that we would be in the hotel lounge at 11PM. I also asked her to wear something real sexy. This was really going to be a treat. Belinda and I walked arm and arm back to the hotel. We made sure our room was picked up and that we were ready for a fun night of sex. Belinda changed into a silky top, without a bra and a short leather mini skirt. I wore the little black dress and made sure my makeup was perfect. We walked to the lounge ten minutes early to get ourselves ready for Trudy. In walked Trudy right at 11PM. Several of the guy's heads turned as she walked right up to us and kissed our cheeks. She looked amazing in a very revealing chiffon blouse and ultra tight short skirt. Of course the 5 inch heels also enhanced her sleek legs. I could smell her sexy perfume as she kissed my cheek. She sat next to me in a chair and delicately crossed her legs, giving me a little show of what was to come later. In a matter of minutes, we were approached by horny men who hit on us. Their pickup lines were corny, but sweet. Belinda and I played with them, flirted with them a bit but finally put them down by saying this was just a girls night out. They seemed to get the message and a few of them just smiled as they walked away. It was fun playing around but we had some serious things planned with this sexpot who just joined us. We chatted at we drank our Cosmos learning about Trudy, her recent divorce and how lonely she was. Belinda and I were getting aroused as she talked about sex with her ex and how she needed to finally get over him. My little guy even got a twinge of excitement as she described how he would only let her blow him and rarely had sex with her conventionally. Trudy seemed to trust us as she went on and on about how wild he was and how she had to break away. After our fourth drink, things seemed to get even looser. Trudy would put her hand on my leg and massage it as she told us another story. She even put her head on my shoulder a few times as she seemed to reminisce about dating and how she felt when she had sex. At his point I could feel myself getting wet. I'm glad I used a panty liner or else I would be leaking all over my panties. Trudy excused herself to go to the ladies room. She asked me to join her and I saw Belinda wink as Trudy took my hand. We entered the sacred chamber and only Trudy and I were in the room. Without even being able to think, Trudy grabbed me and pulled me to her, planting her lips on mine. He tongue forced my mouth open as she began sucking on my face and frenching me. Her lips were soft, her perfume was intoxicating and her lips tasted oh so sweet. The drinks and the company made me respond back to her, kissing her back with passion. The two of us were in a tight embrace as two lovers savored each other. Trudy would kiss my neck and then attack my mouth again as I felt her hand reach under my dress. I pulled it away a few times before she got the message. My hands were all over her beautiful tits, tweaking the nipples under her bra and massaging her wonderful breasts. Our kissing continued as we moved into a toilet stall. She pressed me up against the wall of the stall while she dove for my mouth, invading it again with her long tongue. I sucked on it and kissed her back. This woman was hot and I was getting even hotter. I stroked her head as I calmed her down a bit. Our kisses softened and I told her we had to fix ourselves a bit. There would be more time for this soon. Trudy agreed and used the toilet while I fixed my makeup. My lipstick was smeared and I quickly fixed myself, making sure lips were luscious with another glistening coat of lipstick. My hair didn't need any major work and I was pleased with the way I looked. Trudy came out of the stall and quickly got herself together. She patted my ass as she got the mirror. She was ready for some lesbian sex but she would really be amazed when she found out about the two of us. Trudy finished and we walked back to the table where we found Belinda talking to a hunk of a man. We sat down and he whistled saying he was taken by the beauty at the table. I blushed as Trudy just took the comment in stride. She wanted a wet pussy tonight, not a hard cock. I finally got to whisper to Belinda and told her quickly about Trudy in the bathroom. She smiled and winked again at me. We chatted for a few more minutes when a girl walked up to our table. Trudy smiled and introduced us to her girlfriend Debbie. The hunk talking to Belinda seemed to get the picture and excused himself. Trudy and Debbie hugged and shared a quick kiss. I looked at Belinda and she just shrugged her shoulders. Trudy and Debbie then sat down and Trudy asked if she didn't mind if her friend Debbie could join us tonight. We didn't see any objection as we chatted and laughed some more. A few more Cosmos and we were really well lubricated. Debbie and Trudy would share a few kisses and were constantly touching each others arms and legs. Belinda and I noticed wondering what Trudy had in mind. We knew what we wanted but these two girls were in for a rude awakening. It was time to close the bar and Belinda suggested we go to our room for a nightcap. Trudy and Debbie stood up and held arms making sure they wouldn't fall down. Belinda and I did the same, walking arm and arm down to our room. We opened the door while the four of us walked inside. Belinda offered some champagne and we all giggled knowing we didn't need any more alcohol but just enjoyed the moment. Our glasses clinked together and Belinda helped Debbie sit down. She was a bit wobbly. I helped Trudy and sat next to her on the couch. We sipped our Champagne when I felt Trudy's hand on my leg. I looked over at Belinda and Debbie was stroking her leg. These two girls were really hot. I sat our drinks down and Trudy snuggled up next to me. Our lips met in a sensuous kiss as Her hands roamed my body. Her body responded to my touches as we picked up the pace and began kissing with passion, rubbing ourselves against each other. Belinda was also in an embrace with Debbie. I laid Trudy back on the couch and lifted her skirt, exposing her pantyhose and pretty pink panties. I used my teeth to pull them down making her giggle and wiggle beneath me. My pussy eating experience was pretty good as I dove into her waiting nest, licking her wet lips and plunging my tongue deep into her hole. I sucked on her clit as she exploded in an orgasm, screaming out in pleasure. My fingers were up her ass as I brought her to another climax. Her pussy was now dripping as we got up and made out way into the bedroom. She pulled off her skirt, hose and panties, and then removed her top and bra. This woman was beautiful. Her tits were perfect and perky, her nipples were magnificent and her body was in excellent shape. She laid down beckoning me to continue eating her out. My face found it's way to her love nest and I brought her off again and again with my lips and tongue. She finally told me to stop and I looked up at her face. She was pretty spent from the orgasms and I could tell she wanted to eat me out. Too bad though because she was only going to get a nice cock to munch on. I stood up and she helped me remove my dress, exposing my bra, cincher, hose and panties. She unlaced the cincher, helped me take off my hose and I undid my bra. She didn't look that close or she would see the edges of the breast forms. I lowered my panties, hiding my little guy as best I could. She laid back down and I laid next to her with the two of us now nude. We held each other and kissed again. I felt her hand reach down to my groin and I opened my legs a bit to let her find out my secret. She stopped immediately and opened her eyes looking directly into mine. It was D-day and I thought she would blow a gasket. Instead she smiled slyly and pulled my cock out, stroking it and kissing me with even more passion. Her other hand found my tits and was even playing with them like they were real. In a matter of minutes, I was hard and Trudy mounted me, bucking up and down on my rigid cock. It was quite a sight, me laying on my back sporting a huge erection, Trudy bucking away fondling my fake tits and both of us made up like beautiful women. The door opened and Belinda and Debbie came over. They too were nude and Debbie found out our secret too. Belinda and Debbie got into it on the bed too and Belinda was fucking her ass as she grunted and screamed. We sent on like this for some time with each other changing positions. I ate out Debbie while Trudy sucked on Belinda's cock. Debbie was the wilder of the two and wanted both Belinda and Me to fill both her holes while Trudy kissed her. We fucked and sucked until the early hours of the morning. We all finally collapsed in each others arms as we fell asleep. I was now Sunday morning and we didn't wake until 11AM. I was the first to wake up and realized I needed to get up and out of here. Melissa would be home in less than two hours and here I was still in Trina mode. I shook Belinda but she just kept sleeping. I didn't even waste my time with the two girls. They were embracing each other in a deep sleep. I didn't have time to remove my makeup or polish, I would have to do this at home before she came home. I quickly showered in two minutes and realized I didn't bring any adhesive remover for the breast forms. Showering with the huge tits was fun but also bothered me. I hope I had enough time to get myself in order of I would be in deep trouble. The wig was also secured and I didn't know how to remove the glue. I tried pulling the wig off but it wouldn't release. I needed some solvent to remove the glue. No time to worry now. I would have to figure out how to get myself back together when I got home. I threw my clothes into my suitcase, packed up my makeup and shoes and dressed in my guy clothes. My underwear felt rough, not silky like Trina's. My jeans were pretty basic and from a distance, you wouldn't know if they were guys or girls. As far as anyone could tell, I was a girl dressed very comfortably in jeans and a shirt. My clothes didn't fit right though with the huge orbs pressing against my shirt. I couldn't even button it all the way up exposing the top of my breasts. This was a problem. If I were ever stopped, how would I ever explain the way I was dressed. Even my tennis shoes were No time to waste so I reached down to Belinda and kissed her face telling her I had a great time. Her eyes opened and she kissed me on the lips. I wanted to stay but knew I couldn't. I grabbed my suitcases and hurried out of the room to my car. Holding one suitcase in front of me, I tried protecting anyone from seeing my breasts even though my entire head screamed girl. I did get some stares but just kept heading to my car. Luckily no one was around as I threw my things in the trunk and started my car. Just then I heard a tap on the window and looked out. It was a security guard from the hotel. I rolled the window down trying to cover my chest with an arm. "Hi little lady. We had some cars vandalized last night here in the parking lot. How about coming out and making sure everything is OK." I was very nervous but got out and looked over my car like any girl would do. I put a hand on my hip, himmed and hawed and told the guard everything looked fine to me. All he was doing was looking at my tits and smiling. This guy was really freaking me out. "OK little lady, you have a good day. Oh by the way, I love your perfume. I bought some of the same smell for my wife." "Have a nice day." I got back in the car and realized my shower didn't remove all the perfume on my body. More things to do when I got home. I hope I had enough time. Making sure I didn't get any tickets, I kept to the speed limit as I finally got home. I opened the garage door and saw my neighbor coming out of his house. I quickly entered and closed the door so he wouldn't see a woman driving our car. This was too close for comfort. No time to waste really, I had to get my act in gear. After storing my girl things safely away I concentrated on removing the remnants of Trina. Some fingernail polish remover worked on the wig and a special solvent worked on the breast forms. After wearing them for two days and my bras, I was left with a red outline on my chest and bra straps were visible on my skin. I had to keep Melissa from seeing me without a shirt for a few days until the irritation subsided and even longer until my underarm hair grew back. More things to worry about and so little time. I now had less than twenty minutes to make it look like I was here all weekend. The nail polish came off my nails and toes pretty fast. I then trimmed my nails back to a normal length. I threw a few pillows around and got out some old pizza and empty beer cans, leaving them on the counter. I turned on the TV and began watching some game. The garage door came up and Melissa pulled in the garage. I had finished everything just in the nick of time. I met Melissa at the door and she kissed me. She had a strange look in her eye as I said I would get her suitcase out of the car. Her look baffled me a bit but I had thought of everything and I was back to my old male self. Her suitcase and some other bags took one trip and I came back in. Melissa commented on why I hadn't cleaned up after myself and I just blew it off saying I wasted the weekend away and just forgot and I'd get to it right away. She picked up the pillows and I saw her shake her head. The pillow thing seemed to work the best. I seemed to have pulled it off without Melissa suspecting anything. The kitchen was an easy cleanup and I met her in the family room with a cocktail. She was sitting on the couch with a movie on all snuggled in. I sat next to her as we shared our cocktail s and enjoyed the movie. After the movie it was time for bed. I made sure to but on a tee shirt while she fixed herself for bed. She came into bed and we snuggled under the covers. We kissed a bit and she asked me why I was wearing her perfume. I looked at her and realized I didn't shower again and still had the essence of the perfume on my body. I was so used to the fragrant smell I didn't realize I even had it on. Thinking quickly, I blurted out, "Baby, I missed you so much I wanted to have your smell all around me every minute. Sorry but I must have sprayed too much." She smiled and told me that was so sweet for caring for her. Wow, did I ever dig my way out of that one. xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Melissa and I fell back into the normal groove with me dressing when I could. I would get emails from Belinda every now and then but didn't have the time or opportunity to meet with her again in the foreseeable future. It was now June and Melissa told me she was going to go away with her girlfriends to one of their cabins over the July 4th weekend. The 4th was over a month away giving me time to plan out my time for the weekend. I told her go and have fun and that I would probably putz around the house for a few days. My next call was to you know who..........Belinda. Until next time............ Trina