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Dreamer I'm nothing but a dreamer "Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be loved forwards" Kierkegaard Contents Introduction 3 Setting the Scene 5 Going Out 9 In the Station 12 In Coffee House 19 Taxi Driver 23 WPC Time 26 Preparing to Party 30 The Ball 35 Introduction I have for a long time been excited at the idea of being exposed as a man who likes to dress as a woman, and the potential outcomes that arise from this real scenario. Fantasy plays a significant part in the life of a transvestite as we wrestle with our gender and, if prepared to admit it, our sexuality and the taboos they challenge In one such fantasy, I am a 40-year old man who, since the age of nine, has secretly found himself compulsed to dress and make up as a female, with an ever increasing need to appear realistic and passable as we phrase it. In the early hours of one morning, after being dressed for a number of hours, and getting increasingly frustrated at being confined by my own insecurity to indoors, I decide to have a tentative venture outside. Believing, as it was 4a.m., that I would be relatively safe I make my way towards the local town. Little did I know what was to arise? This story I am sure reflects an inner desire in me that has been denied over many years, and that the main character, Sue, is of course a biographical me. The story opens with me arriving at some anonymous hotel, the type which I have used for some seventeen or so years, with the sole aim of altering my gender and experiencing time as a "woman." Setting the Scene Let us go back to 6p.m. in the evening and my arrival at some non- descript Travelodge. I check-in to the hotel under my own name and address before returning to my car to pick up some luggage. I have always wondered if it is slightly suspicious when I turn up with several bags for one or two night's stay but that is another matter to reflect on. I generally prefer this type of lodge/motel as they usually have spacious rooms as the plan is to spend a lot of time over the next couple of days in my femme mode. Often the first night away from home I rush in to the transformation in to my female persona and don't absorb the full pleasure it evokes. So on this occasion, after making a coffee, I hang up my clothes, put my lingerie in a draw, and set out my cosmetics on the dressing table. Being a bit of a hairy male animal, I plug in the electric hair shaver usually meant for skulls and proceed to clip to zero the hair on my torso (being autumn I do not need to worry about uncovering my body in sunnier climate). My ape like back always presents a problem, which is over come with various contortions and then my legs are clipped. Already I begin to feel different as I shower and complete the de-hairing with a couple of Bic razors leaving my legs wonderfully smooth. To feel in the right mood for a makeover I slip on one of my old trusted bras, a comfortable blue skirt and pair of purposeful rather than attractive blue tights - and put on the new Stereo phonics CD. Despite nearly 20 years of using make-up, I still feel I have lot to learn since seeing such attractive t-girls on the internet. Like many trannies I reflect and wish I had practiced more make-up and taken bolder steps in a less enlightened age After tying my hair back, I use concealer to blot out any obvious imperfections before giving my face a covering of liquid foundation. The necessary two-minute wait, as the base settles, is followed by a dusting of compressed face powder, and the canvas is ready to be worked on. Having a round, perhaps chubby face, I have always felt my eyes are too little proportionally for my head, so I endeavour to increase the illusory impression of depth. Blue eyes mean brown type colours usually but tonight I try out some green/yellow shades of eye shadow with mixed effect. A liquid eyeliner pen is used to give some definition and then several coats of mascara are used to try enhance my eyes. As I stare at the portable mirror I use for my make over I ponder over the rating of my eye make-up - okay but could be better is the report. Out comes the red lip pencil and a nice shape is prepared for filling in. For the first time I start to feel good as I brush on my lipstick - I go for a current favourite, 'Very Currant No. 19'. As with the experience of nylons, putting on lipstick is major part of my feminisation as, since I first started, they have epitomised the crossing of gender into a female mode. A little clumsily applied blusher and my face is done for the moment. Next are my nails, and again I try not to rush applying the nail polish which historically has been a fault of my practice. First my left-hand is placed on to the table and I try to fluently brush on the paint as the 'Very Currant' colour attracts the eye. Then, with less certainty, my right hand is completed. I slip on a maroon top with gold spider straps which has a built in bust support and, after brushing my hair add some clip-on earrings and silvery wrist bangles. With coffee in hand I take a more comfortable seat and start to appreciate the moment and the fact I yet again succumbed to my instinct and dressed as a woman. An episode of The Bill and then some silly reality programme play in the background as I set up digital camera on a small tripod. As a guy I have always disliked if not hated having my photograph taken but in femme mode I love to see the image I am able to portray. With several changes of clothes and as feminine a pose as I can manage, many photos are taken as I repeatedly set the timer on the camera and rush in to position before the flash goes. Over the time I have had the digital camera I have increasingly tried to express myself in a sexual way on "celluloid," with glimpses of bra and the predictable tease of a stocking top. In no time I have taken fifty or so photos and I am checking them out on my laptop. The selection process is severe usually leaving only a few I am satisfied with. The 10 o'clock news is on the telly and then Newsnight with the ever impressive and attractive, if slightly masculine, Kirsty Wark. About midnight I somehow manage to slip in to some sleep waking about 2 hours later. On regaining consciousness I straighten up my clothes and check my make up. An overall disillusioned feeling consumes me that despite being dressed I want more to come from my efforts. I have previously walked outside a few times, and in Chelmsford actually walked in to town in a very short red dress which only later on photographs did I realise was that length. I wanted to repeat that at least and internally I wanted more in some undefined way. 'That's it' I think to myself, 'I'm off out again'. I decide to have a change of look and decide to further explore my growing but still limited wardrobe. I decide on a pretty and sexy red/black bra, panty and suspender set. Once I have slipped on the fresh bra I search in my luggage for my silicone breast forms recently purchased over the internet. Placing the false boobs in to my bra I am able to use my natural little male breasts to give the image of a alluring cleavage. After slipping the suspenders beneath my panties I sit down on the bed and roll up a pair of black stockings. The sensation is arousing as I clumsily attach the nylons to the belt. As I stand up I experience the counter forces of suspender belt against my stockings through the suspenders, and adjust my penis so as it is hidden as much as possible. The dampness on my hand indicates the involuntary arousal I am feeling. With an old favourite simple white blouse and straight maroon PVC skirt, which is just above my knee, my look is complete. A quick check of my make-up with an essential refreshing of lipstick and another coating of mascara, I am ready to face the outside world. I slip on some black court shoes, which have a small but comfortable stiletto heel, and move over to the full-length mirror to check out my look. "Okay Ed, this is it," I audibly voice to myself. Going Out I nervously leave my room and place the "Please Do Not Disturb" sign on the handle, and set off for the entrance. Once or twice a footstep would set off a creak in the floorboards that would echo down the corridor. With tension building evident in a very dry mouth I approach and prepare myself to respond if someone happens to be at the reception. The exit is all clear, and as I step out in to the evening air I feel mental and physical exhilaration of being outside. Almost immediately, a young man passes me without any recognition, which I take to be a positive in the circumstances. Making my way along I see some lights in the distance suggesting activity, so tentatively walk towards them. At some point I relax enough to start to forget I am a bloke dressed and made up as a woman and to just feel like I am having a late night walk. Coming across a bench I sit down, cross my legs in my most femme way, and look in my little bag for compact and my lipstick. "Are you okay there?" my peace is violently ended as I look up and see a police car pulled up at the front of me. The proverbial floor could open as wide as possible as any control over the circumstances I had is now lost. "What you doing out at this time," I am asked by a harsh and piercing voice. I turn and in my normal rather deep voice say I am just having some fresh air. Any suggestion is rapidly lost of femininity as the two police officers furtively glance at each other. "Get in the back please madam," the other of the officers says in a mocking manner as they obviously know I am a male. I return compact and lipstick to my purse and stand before cautiously approaching the white and red police car. Once in the back we drive in absolute silence as we make the brief journey to the local police station just a few minutes away. I close my eyes and try to consider what was happening and about to happen to me. "Okay, step out," the passenger officer instructed as we came to a halt in the backyard of the station. The driver clicks the doors locked once I have climbed out and I straighten my blouse and skirt as further officers are walking in to the station. One of the policemen rushes over to their colleagues and I can only assume that they are discussing their new capture as several of them look over in my direction. I overhear "this could be interesting" as I nervously walk in to this domain of masculinity and power. (In my youth I had the unfortunate experience of being caught shoplifting and being taken to the police station and being put in to a cell. Whilst owning up to my crime I was also left with the overbearing and frightening memory of the Neanderthal approach of some of the officers. On occasions I have reflected on whether for Sue's progress it would have been advantageous to have been caught stealing something for Sue, tights for example, as I would have had to face explaining and being 'outed' as a transvestite). In the Station In the station, I am escorted by one of the officers to an interview room. Each corridor is cold and sterile giving an intentional forbidding atmosphere. "Remove your lingerie (Pause). It can be seen as a suicide risk," he added as I looked puzzled - I do so obediently. I am observed by a male police officer as I nervously unbutton my white blouse and slip it off leaving it neatly on the table. Then with my hands around my back I unzip my maroon PVC skirt and let it drop to the floor. There I was stood in red and black bra with suspender belt and the essential black stockings - and a pair of matching panties, which barely concealed my penis (in fact you could see a silhouette of my so called manhood). The "kind" policeman observes as I remove my bra and then giggles as my false breasts clumsily dropped to the floor. Tears start to well up my eyes as I bend down to pick the falsies up and the suspenders become taut against the top of my stockings. I could now see the policeman becoming uncomfortable, maybe even excited, at what he was witnessing. "Why do you do this?" he all of a sudden enquired. I slipped on my blouse as I replied, "Long, long story Sir." He politely smiled, if uncomfortably, as I unravelled myself from suspender belt and stockings. "Nice colour!" he added as I looked up with a puzzled look on my face and he quickly pointed at my feet and said "your toes." "Very Currant" I said "goes with my lipstick." For possibly the first time he made sustained eye contact and he quietly said he was sorry for subjecting me to this and explained that as the rookie cop he was ordered to keep an eye on me. I noticed his number on his shoulder and said "that's okay 241." He picked up my discarded clothing and put them in a property bag - I suspect I was meant to do that. "I'll get you some water," he offered. "Thanks" I said. PC241 returned with the aforementioned water and was accompanied by a slightly older but very pretty blond WPC. Her hair was delightfully pinned up and had simple make up. She wore the now regular police issue trousers and I mused to myself how she would look in black nylons and skirt. The WPC explained that I had been picked up for 'my safety' as young girls had been attacked recently and the officers hadn't realised I was a "tranny............ err transvestite guy." She explained that I had been 'asked' to remove my lingerie as a routine measure and recognised in was probably unnecessary. I asked what time it was and the WPC said it was approaching 7am. "Shit" I exclaimed and then quickly covered my mouth as apologised for swearing. "What's up?" 241 asked. I briefly explained that I rarely went outside dressed like this and only at night so far. The WPC smiled at her colleagues question but did not add. The officers stood up and then handed me the bag containing my lingerie. "We'll give you some privacy," the WPC said but as they started to walk out. "You can ask them to switch the camera off!" I added. Both officers looked up to see the red light on indicating the recording was on and then to promptly go off. "I'll be back in a sec," the WPC said. I somewhat confusedly replaced my bra, and suspender belt before neatly pulling on my stockings. I pondered on what I was going to do now, as it would be risky to return home in daylight dressed liked this. The WPC returned in to the room and surprisingly handed me another bag, which turned out to be a make up bag! I looked up at her and she smiled saying "the least I can do." I went over to a sink in the corner and gave my face a quick rinse patting it dry so as not to remove all my foundation. Evidently the WPC was not going to leave the room so I enquired what her name was. "It's Julia," she said knowing that I did not wish to her full title. WPC Julia had immaculate make up and I envied how she could use a pretty but blank canvas and achieve such beauty. "What's your job?" she enquired. "I'm a nurse" I responded quickly adding "don't laugh." "There's a compact in there with a little mirror" she informed me. As I started to apply her eye shadow Julia chipped in with some guiding comments, which I found extremely beneficial. "You have lovely blue eyes ...... brown based colours suit you." I again said thanked her. Soon I had applied some eyeliner and a coat of mascara. I searched her make up bag for lipsticks and pulled out a red-based stick "nooooooo." "Day time wear you need something less shocking," I was told "here let me choose." My ad hoc beautician pulled out a lilac coloured lipstick and suggested I tried it. "That's better" she proudly congratulated herself "and I see you do a nice bow as well! Lipstick doesn't match your nail polish but nothing we can do about that for the moment!" For the moment I thought! Make over completed Julia said I would be able to leave in a few minutes and left the interview room. Oh God I thought, I'm a 40 year old man dressed and made up like a woman, in a police station about to face the day light world for the first time. I was instructed I could leave and duly did so with, what felt like a thousand, eyes staring at me. It was wonderful to be in the fresh air again but petrifying the thought what I was about to encounter. As I turned the corner away from the police station a police car yet again pulled up beside me but I soon realised it was PC241 and Julia. 241 unwound the window and Julia said they were both sorry what had occurred and continued, "we both finish at 2ish and like to help you get home safely." Julia passed over a piece of paper and a bag "meet us here" and added "put these tights on... your skirt is not too short but more comfortable for a woman to walk around in tights during the day." Before I could say any thing the car sped away as if on an emergency call. I looked in the bag and found a new pair of tan/neutral tights. Removing them I realised that they were a finer denier than I had been wearing, plus the lilac lipstick I had used with the mascara and the compact. There were also two ?20 notes which were particularly welcome as I was skint. I had 2 hours to kill, and by this time I was bloody hungry. First, I decided I needed to get in to the centre of town (my logic being more people yes but potentially safer). To save some money I decided to take a bus, which fortunately came along quite quickly. The bus driver frowned at me as I handed him the ?20 note and once the change was offered I scurried to the nearest seat I could see. As I sat down my skirt rode up showing my stocking tops and suspenders and I quickly returned the hem to rightful place - but not before a middle aged man had caught an approving glance. For the first time I could feel my penis starting to lose control and I was worried it would pop out of my panties and salute my new admirer! If my skirt had initially gone any higher then I may well be back at the police station -or may be worse. As I sat looking through the bus window clutching the plastic bag on my lap, I came to admire the reasonably pretty reflection I was getting. I figured the next important challenge was to change in to Julia's tights before any more near misses, but how. If I used the toilets then do I use Gents or ladies; if I sought an alternative what were my options? I reflected that the bus driver didn't obviously realise I was a guy and, apart from that I needed to eat. As the bus came to a halt I noticed there was a MacDonald's opposite and decided that would be my destination - early in the morning and would have a toilet (ideally a unisex one). I decided I would order first and at the same time do a recognisance of the store. In keeping with my female persona, I ordered a light meal, paid, and took a nearby seat - this time taking precaution not to flash the top of my legs. With just a couple of other customers dining, once I had eaten I decided to venture to the toilet. I wondered over to the stairs down and looked around. 'Damn!' Neither a unisex nor a disabled toilet was on offer to me. Suddenly the ladies toilet door opened and the woman coming out held the door open for me - decision made. Quietly I said thank you as speaking quietly seemed to best disguise my male voice. With head bowed, I swiftly sought out a cubicle and locked myself in there. At this point I sat on the toilet (with the lid down) and wanted to have a good girly cry but figured not the best of ideas. I regained some sense of order and realised I was the only 'girl' in the toilets. Sat on loo I opened the plain plastic bag and took out the boxed tights. I lifted my skirt and was surprised to find my panties were quite damp and knew I needed to remedy that. I unhooked my stockings and removed them, folded them up and put them in the box leaving the suspender belt on the side. I took off my panties and almost had my eye poked out as my penis rose up. I used some toilet roll to dry up the area and thought to myself that I needed to shave or at least cut my pubic hair. Straightening the untouched tights I realised that they were a finer denier than I had been used to wearing, I rolled them up and proceeded to enclose my legs in the nylon before lifting them as high as I could. I decided to put the panties back on despite them being now slightly damp and then pulled down the skirt (with it being PVC it was not so easy to stain fortunately). Collecting all the items together, I took a deep breath and stepped out of the cubicle. Immediately I saw myself in the surround mirror and perhaps foolishly decided to touch up my lipstick as I had left much of it on the carton I had had my drink in. As I twisted the stick open, I heard a bang and then the inner door of the toilets opened.A young woman stepped in and said good morning which I reciprocated and added "lovely day today." The fifty something woman affirmed my declaration and put her bags down next to the sink I was stood by. Trying to remain composed I tried to refresh my lipstick as the woman did likewise. Catching my eye the woman said "you make an attractive woman, hun," and then she pointed at her non-existent Adam's apple. "Oh god" I managed to squeeze out. The woman put her hand gently on my forearm and said it was okay. "Other than that you look lovely" the woman tried to reassure me with "shocking nail colour ... were you on the town last night?" she evidently teased. I found myself frozen by the sink and mentally bereft of any ideas what to do. "Are you in a hurry?" I was asked and I indicated no despite losing contact with current time. "Here, go in the cubicle and remove the nail varnish. I've just bought a new colour which I want to try out and I think it would look great with your outfit and lipstick." I took the bottle of nail polish remover and returned to my former cubicle. Sitting on the toilet I found myself in a mental haze, bamboozled by what was occurring. "What's your name the woman asked in a raised voice "girl name I mean," she clarified. "I go by Susan online" I replied with unnecessary additional information. "I am Sheila," she informed me. "Nice to meet you" I offered in response. Having removed the nail polish as best I apprehensively could I unlocked the door and again faced Sheila. "Lets go back up and you can buy me a coffee" Sheila enlightened me. We returned to main floor and I went to make the order "no, come with me Susie, I know a Coffee house nearby" Sheila said as she took my hand and led me out of the MacDonald's. The Coffee House As we made tracks to the coffee house Sheila handed me a lovely black lacy scarf and indicated to wrap around neck to conceal the 'apple'. I of course did so obediently and indeed with relish finding the addition an enhancement to my look. "Here we are" Sheila said "nice and quiet so you can tell me all about yourself Susie." Sheila pointed me to a seat and, despite finding her a bit forward, I did as I was told. She went to the counter and returned with two drinks and a couple of buns and as she sat down she must have noticed my startled look. "Sorry" Sheila opened "I'm not usually so aggressive just fascinated by why you do this Sue." (I was pleased that Sheila had decided to call me Sue rather than the childish Susie). My benefactor opened her large handbag and took out a small "Boots" bag which held the newly acquired nail polish and receipt. "BeautyUK glam nails... Nail Varnish number 9 it says" Sheila informed me as she shook the bottle "only ?2.99." "Let's have a look at your nails Sue," I was propositioned "you don't bite them obviously." I mustered a smile in return. "Have a sip of coffee before I do them ... sorry I'm at it again" Sheila apologised. "It's fine," I replied. As Sheila started to paint my finger nails it felt wonderful to have the experience of being pampered in this way and to have my feminine side opened up. "So tell me about yourself hun," Sheila again enquired. I proceeded to retell the story of my day so far it all its shocking detail, in so doing starting to relax in Sheila's company. "Incredible, you couldn't make a story like that up" Sheila said in a slightly clich?d way. "Why do you this Sue?" she added. "You are the second person to ask me that, PC 241 asked me but I avoided answering." "You don't have to say," replied Sheila. "No, you deserve some sort of answer Sheila." "I don't know if it is nature or nurture; was I born this way or have I learned it so to speak." "Okay" Sheila patiently responded. "Not to give you all the boring story, but my father is an emotionless person and I was always a sensitive child. I wonder if that influenced me as a child - I first dressed when I was 9 Sheila." I felt a tear coming to my eyes as Sheila quizzed me further to why I dressed in such a way. "It just seems right for me. Despite how nervous I am sat here and what has happened today, I still love it and hate to return to male self." "So you are a transsexual?" Sheila insightfully enquired. "Million dollar question ...... but I can't absolutely say no," I offered as Sheila gave me a sympathetic look. "For many years I dressed bit took it no further. In the early 90's I started to travel and expanded my clothes and make up, and ventured out for the first time. (Pause) Then things changed with the internet and opportunity to see how pretty guys could look femme, and to start to chat to people online for the first time." "It's okay, go on Susan I am genuinely interested," Sheila encouraged me to open up. "The I bought a digicam and boom, I found I looked reasonable when dressed as a woman. Well now I started to want more. To see if I could be accepted or pass as we say." "You look great Susan, with a few tricks like the scarf you pass no problem," Sheila offered reassuringly. I just smiled with some modesty. "Sadly, I need to go Sue but love to keep in touch if possible?" enquired Sheila. "Sure .. sucker for punishment," I dryly said, "my addy is [email protected], is that okay?" "Lovely," she replied. "Got to hurry" Sheila rose, "need to refresh lipstick!" she indicated by pointing at mark I again had left on my cup. Sheila had left quickly and I was left sat in the coffee shop alone. I took out the piece of paper and checked the address I was to meet Julia. A splendid ornamental clock indicated time had passed and it was fast approaching 1pm. I got up to leave the shop and a young waiter approached me stating the drinks had not been paid for! "I'm sorry" I replied. "No problem, sir" he informed me. My world could have opened up as I caught his eye. "Just cough up and get out you fucking freak" as he stroked his chin purposely indicating I was developing a beard, "and you got a hole in your stockings." I instinctively checked my nylon clad legs but noticed him shaking his head at my apparent absurdness. By this point my embarrassment was tempered by my anger and I fumbled some change from my purse. I placed the money in the young lads hand and left the shop almost tripping in my heels. Compose yourself Ed, take some deep breaths I thought to myself. Taxi Driver As I stood in the street I couldn't believe what had just happened to me. All of a sudden I felt dirty and conspicuous as well as vulnerable as I had been exposed as a transvestite. I needed to get to my hosts address as soon as possible and signalled for a passing taxi. "Where to?" the driver asked. I handed him the piece of paper and said "and yes, before you say anything, I know I'm a guy." "Are you," he said with a mix of puzzlement and astonishment. There I was a grown man blubbering in the back of a taxi. As I held my legs together and rested the plastic bag on my lap, I could sense the driver checking me out in his mirror. "I couldn't tell mate, honest," the taxi man tried to reassure me. The ride took about 20 minutes, which would give me time to compose myself. "You make a pretty girl," the taxi driver added, "takes some balls to do what you do." He was mortified at his own comment but slightly assured I replied, "still got those as well." We both laughed which broke any tension that existed. Anticipating the 'why do you do this question?' I offered, "It's just a way of life." The driver turned out to be very pleasant and fair appearing not to judge me. We chatted for the duration of the fare. Unexpectedly we drew up to the quoted address and I enquired how much the fare was as I exited the car "its on me hun, or the firm more to the point." I asked if he was sure and he said, "A peck will pay for it!" as he pointed at his cheek. I was surprised at the request but instinctively I went to his open window and leaned forward to give him the required peck. As my lips approached his slightly unshaven cheek, he quickly turned his head so our lips met. It was if in suspended animation as the contact seemed to last much longer than reality and his tongue made contacted with my lips. As I withdrew I realised I had left a mark on his lips and I attempted to wipe it a way with my fingers. "The first?" he asked and I nodded knowing he was asking if the first time I had kissed a man "first of many men you will delight hun." I mouthed thank you as I started to walk away from his car and he peeped his horn as he drove off. I quaintly waved as he went in to the distance. Slightly reassured by the polite taxi driver I walked up the steps that led to Julia's flat wondering what on earth was happening to me. WPC Time I was greeted at Julia's door with "I saw that you little madam." Endeavouring to try and ignore the comment I replied "crikey, didn't recognise you out of uniform Julia!" Corny I know. "and you had your nails done sweetie!" she exalted raking my hand and leading me in to her flat. "Would you like a drink?" Julia enquired. "Can I have a strong one?" I requested. Laden with a vodka and orange we sat down and I gave a pr?cis of my day so far "mines been boring in comparison," Julia said. "As soon as it goes dark I make tracks Julia." "Don't worry about that," she said, I've still got to make it up for this morning." Following the drink Julia suggested I go have a bath and "I know you got fine hair but would you shave your legs and arms, or you can use the Veet I got in there." For some reason I didn't question this request and took to the bathroom. "I've left a robe in there for you, just leave your clothes outside the door. I can't call you Ed (my male name) do you have a femme name." With certain sense of d?j? vu, I replied, "I go by Sue online." It was good to relax in a bath but as I removed my make up my beard became more prominent. It seemed incongruent to be shaving my face with my finger and toe nails painted - very Quentin Crisp I thought. Having shaved my legs earlier in the day I decided to just give them a quick going over with the razor. "Right come and sit by the sink," Julia said as I closed the robe and tried to leave the bathroom. "You have a decent head of hair if it's okay I'd like to try something it. "Don't worry I'm not going to cut it or anything." After she had given me a soothing hair wash Julia proceeded to put four large curlers in to my hair. "I have one request Sue which would not be immediately reversible," I nodded, "I'd love to shape your eyebrows a little, and it really would reshape your face." Before I could say anything, she added "and you will still look male I promise." Despite reservation, I predictably agreed to the change. After 25 long minutes of painful hairs being removed, Julia was finished. "I won't show you the result until I done your make up if that is okay Sue?" I was like putty in her elegant and talented hands. "I love how you do your make up Julia" I complimented her. "Well I did a course when I left school with a little hairdressing. You should consider doing something like that." Julia then set to work with all manner of make up giving instruction as we went along. All the tools of the trade were set out before me. "Okay, first I'll put some concealer around your mouth Sue so as to hide beard later." Foundation and then powder was applied to make the canvas that Julia could work on. "Your eyes and lips are the most important as you will know Sue. I will try something different with your eyes compared to as you looked in the station." Julia continued to chat as she worked on my eyes with brown-based colours but with greater definition than I ever managed. "So, what was that with the taxi driver - and don't avoid answering this time," Julia politely demanded. I explained the events following leaving the police station including the upsetting abuse from the waiter. "So did you like the kiss?" Julia pressed me. "I have never kissed a man on the lips before." After a pause I finally admitted "but yes I did enjoy it." "Enjoyed it, not just liked it ... ... interesting." Before I could answer, Julia pressed her finger against my lips and playfully ordered me not to speak in response to her comment. Julia shaped my plucked eyebrows further with pencil before liberally applying mascara and eyeliner. "I think you will like the effect these have on your eyes. I will give u a bow with the liner a bit like Amy Whitehouse but not so severe." "Okay............ I am in your hands Julia," I acceptingly smiled. With a flourish of brushes blusher was deftly applied. "Right, so lets make your lips kissable for the boys Susan" and Julia with a wink. "I will use lip liner around outer edge of your lips so can widen mouth slightly. As she shaped my mouth with red liner Julia suggested, "I think you are more than a transvestite Susan" and left me silent with this remarkable thought. I loved the feel as Julia applied lipstick with a brush and she knew I was enjoying the whole experience. Once my lips were filled I was handed a tissue and I placed it between my lips, just as you often see in the movies. I wanted to keep the tissue as a momento of this wonderful experience. Preparing to Party "Okay time to come clean Susan," Julia declared, "I am going to a party tonight and as a treat I'd love you to come along. It will be fun and I know you will love the experience. You will never see any of the people again as it is out of town." "Before this morning Julia I had barely been out of my home dressed. You know I would love to go but it's just too much," I resignedly replied. After Julia had listed all the events of my day my argument fell flat on the proverbial floor. "Okay ... ... I'll go ... ... but only if you can make me look convincing!" "You already look like a woman than a bloke Sue," Julia said reassuringly. After foray away from her "client" Julia came back with my breast forms in hand "these are interesting; I could do with some of these for myself." "You are kidding," I admiringly offered. Julia was a strikingly attractive blond girl stood before me in a tight pink top, which allowed her bra line to show through. Her simple light make up lit up her face and I found myself attracted to her. "How do they work?" Julia asked, as she stood with my prospective breasts in her hands. "Well I usually place in my bra but I believe they can be glued on. You are meant to line up the false nipples with your own," I explained. "What like this?" Julia quickly brushed open my dressing gown and pressed the forms against my chest. I could feel something wet against my chest and as Julia took away her hands the breasts remained against my torso. "I'm sorry," said Julia "the surgical adhesive I used is effective but temporary. I promise. With make up I can really give YOU realistic breasts." "Not much I can do now," I passively and somewhat pathetically replied, closing up the gown as if to shield my modesty. "Okay," Julia reciprocated. "Let me get a support bra for you to wear while I do the cosmetics." As Julia leaned forward I could take in her lovely sweet smell as her lovely long hair occasionally brushed against my chin. She was right, by the time Julia had finished I looked as if I was a proud owner of my own cleavage, nestled in this practical rather than sexy bra. "You like?" asked Julia, as I gently stroked my own significant chest. "Of course I do," I responded with a post-shock smile. "You like red and black underwear I remember Susan," Julia recalled as she displayed a small but enticing corset. I briefly had a flashback to being stood in the police in all my feminine glory! "We need to get a move on," prompted Julia so I removed the dressing gown and then showed my prowess at unhooking my own bra. "so no pain no gain." I slipped my arms through the straps of the corset I realised that four suspenders dangled from the bottom. As Julia pulled me ever tighter in to the corset, my waist shrunk and chest became ever more prominent, but for some reason I found myself wondering how my father would react if he ever knew about the events of today. "Crikey, I almost forgot, we need to do your nails as well. "You okay putting these on?" Julia handed me a fresh pair of black stockings. As I removed them, she advised, "don't forget to keep the seams straight." As I fumbled the suspender's I said "good thing not painted nails yet." Julia taped side of nose in a knowing way as she walked over to me, knelt down in front of me, and checked the line at the back of my legs. I then felt the tug of the stockings as they were attached to the corset. A loud knock at the door startled me and my head almost flew off as it turned to see whom. Julia answered the door and gave instructions in a seemingly formal way. "Take a seat in there, we are almost ready," Julia misleadingly said. "Okay, nails then hair I think," Julia hurriedly said. I found myself mesmerised by what was happening to me as my nails were refreshed with a matching colour to my lips. Julia removed the hairnet and then the curlers. With brush in one hand and hairspray in other, my hair was twisted and gently pulled to her satisfaction. "Now the finishing touch" Julia offered as she went to the wardrobe and produced the most stunning red dress you could imagine. Julia held the dress as I stepped in to it and pulled it up to my shoulders and the hem just touched my knee. Certainly Julia's cosmetic work on my breasts was needed as the low cut front on the dress gave me a remarkable cleavage. An uncontrollable beam cam across my face as I stood there, and marvelled at how I felt. "Noooooo" was the exclamation, "I thought the black stockings would work but makes you look trampy. Here, try these Sue." Julia handed me a used pair of flesh nylons, which again had a seam. "Be careful with them Sue, they are actually silk - very expensive." I carefully removed the black stockings so as not to snag them and placed them on the bed as if worth gold dust. Then, being cautious with the suspender's, I fastened myself in to these glorious flesh stockings as Julia provided me with a red pair of stilettos. "You manage those?" Julia enquired. "Yes" I promptly applied "I've had a bit of practice at home." Finally Julia took out some delicious jewellery and fastened me in to a lovely necklace and some matching clip-on earrings. A single simple ring was pushed on to my finger - avoiding wedding and engagement digits. "You are complete my darling Susan," was Julia's exhortation. "Come with me," as she took me by my hand and led me to where the visitor was. I should not have been surprised. "PC 241 .. I should have known," I almost knowingly said. With mouth gaping open PC 241 approached me and gave me one of those continental kisses on the cheek. "It's Dean by the way" he informed me, "you look stunning." "Thank you Dean, I've actually not seen myself!" I moved over to the full-length mirror and couldn't believe what I saw. "Oh my god" I said as a chilling shiver went through my body. "It's okay" Dean reassured as he placed his hands gently on my shoulders. "Right, come on Sue your turn to help me change" Julia prompted me. I followed Julia as she pulled off her top and then in one movement unhooked her bra. As she turned round I was faced with Julia's lovely, pert breasts, and she leaned forward to pick up two implements as they seemed. "You not be able to use these for the moment Sue," Julia informed as she manipulated her breasts in to the cups of a strapless, backless bra. "I was going to wear tights but no point wasting your black stockings you think?" Certainly, the black went better with Julia's dress than my red one. Next was a knee length silky slip and soon I was clicking the studs together as I helped Julia in to her equally stunning black dress. "Okay we're ready for the off. Remember Dean it's Sue not Ed." "I'm not likely to forget Julia. (Pause). You are no guy Susan!" I turned and looked at Julia and she smiled. We both knew there was now no going back in the future. The Ball As we arrived at the ball in our luxury taxi it was soon obvious that this was a gathering of the police from the area. Julia squeezed my hand and whispered it will be okay Susan. Susan I thought, my name is Eddie and I'm a bloke, not a glamorous and, yes, sexy woman that had appeared in the mirror not so long ago. I reflected on what was less than 24 hours. I was now a beautiful woman and not the guy who pretended to be a girl at 4am this morning: I had been picked up by the police and forced to undress in front of a rookie policeman (the very man who was now on my arm for the evening); I had been eyed up by a bloke on a bus as I exposed the top of my stockings; been befriended by a lovely woman in a ladies toilet; been exposed and by a rude and offensive waiter; kissed on the lips by a male taxi driver; and in the last four or so hours turned in to a beautiful woman with his very own breasts. As we stepped out of the car Julia turned to me and said, "me and Dean are the only two people that know you are a guy Susan. You look like a woman trust me, and you will encounter aspects of being a woman that you not faced before. Just try and enjoy yourself but also learn from what you experience." As Julia spoke an evidently elevated man in the police force approached us and greeted Julia, "Good evening Julia, please introduce me to this beautiful woman." "Hiya, this is Susan. Susan this is Chief Superintendent Max Pearson, and my father." Before I could utter a sound the Chief was in the midst of giving me an unexpected light hug, and kissed me on each cheek. My instinctive response was to put my painted hands gently on his shoulders as his torso pressed against my newly constructed breasts. They are certainly stuck on well I pondered. I looked to Julia for some sign of confirmation that this was okay, and a smile duly indicated her consent. Julia's linked my arm and we walked slowly towards the marquee that was set up outside a splendid Georgian building. We found some seats and I sat between Julia and her father, and Dean was next to Julia on the other side. I leaned over to Julia and quietly asked "why Julia ... ... why have you done this for me?" "It's fun. Here you are, a guy dressed as a stunning woman and you are fooling all the guys who are ogling you." "They are not ogling me," I replied nervously. "But they are Sue!" Julia continued "your legs, your lips and certainly your bust." All of a sudden Max's hand rested on my upper leg and I stiffened up and could barely breath. Julia could sense my tension but did nothing about it on this occasion. Max's hand slowly crept up my leg and finally contacted one of my suspenders. "Would anyone like a drink?" I enquired standing to free myself from Julia's dad. Julia also stood but said, "you stay with my father Susan ... I will get some drinks," and she swiftly walked away as Max's hand took mine. I perhaps rudely broke away from her dad and insisted I would go with Julia and we walked towards the bar. "What is it with your dad Julia, he was feeling me up!" "Look Sue," Julia pointed at my reflection in the widow nearby, "you are a very attractive woman tonight. He is a widow and a lonely man, and he has taken a fancy to you." "But he is your dad, and I am a guy!" "I assume you are not going to go to bed with him Sue. Perhaps Dean though," she said mischievously. "What you mean?" "He can't take his eyes off you Sue!" "As I keep saying, I am a man." "Yes Sue... but you did kiss the taxi driver, and enjoyed it to quote you. (PAUSE) Look Sue, he knows what you are underneath. If you are curious put some gloss on and ask him for a dance." I picked up a drink and ambled over to the seat next to Dean. "Hi, you must think I am a right oddball Dean?" "Noooo actually I admire you in a way. Doing something you wish to do." "24 hours ago Dean I had barely stepped out ... ... look at me now!" "How do you feel?" "Oh I love it, it feels natural in a way." At this point we fell in to a silence and I pondered what to do next. Unusually I felt an attraction to Dean, and yet as Ed (my male self) I had never been aroused or inclined to interest in men. Over the years of cross-dressing I had at times thought about intimacy with men as Susan but never taken it seriously. Yet today I had kissed a man on the lips (and enjoyed it), and had my leg felt by an elder man. Trussed up in this corset and stockings a felt what I could only consider to be female urges. "This might sound crazy Dean, but would you like a dance?" I decided to break the deepening ice, nothing personal just a chance to move a bit." "Sure. Does seem a bit stiff at the moment," was Dean's immediate response. "Hope I don't come a cropper in these heels though" I offered trying to make light of the moment. We tentatively made our way in to the hall where the DJ had been set up and found a spacious dance floor. One of my favourite records, 'Boogie Wonderland' by Earth Wind and Fire came on, and this helped me to relax a little as I punched the air in beat with the tune. Predictably after a couple of more disco type songs a slower song came on and I turned to return to my seat as I assumed Dean would not want a closer dance. "Come here" Dean said grabbing my hand and pulling myself nearer to him, "remember I take the lead!" In second's I found myself embraced in Dean's arms and our torsos snug against each other. I noticed Dean looking down at my cleavage and when realised we just smiled at each other. I could feel distinct activity in my panties and feared that if this continued I might erupt in to them. As the song came to an end Dean again to the lead by saying "okay Sue, lets get it out of the way and kiss me. I know you are a guy by birth but you are a woman tonight, and (Pause) yes you turn me on." With barely an inch between our faces and my hands holding the sides of his head I sought confirmation "are you sure?" "Yes" he smiled. Our lips met and, clich?d as it sounds, a great light came over me. As my mouth opened he injected his tongue in to my mouth and I cam perilously close to cumming down my legs. It was probably just a few seconds but eventually we parted our lips and I wiped away my lipstick from his lips. "I need the ladies room Dean," I indicated to him inspecting his response to know if he realised why. "Come with me I'll show you the way" he said in a gentle but masterful way. We walked up some stairs and down a few corridors passing at least one toilet area and Dean opened a door which lead to one of hotel rooms. "This is my room for the night Susan. The bathroom is over there or you could let me take your semen," he said sustaining eye contact with me. "I have never done anything like this Dean. I don't know." Dean came over to me and went to his knees. He gently lifted the hem of my dress and made contact with my, by now sodden, panties. As I looked down I saw Dean take his hand to his mouth and to lick off the cum which had come off my knickers. "mmmm ready salted" he declared. He pulled my knickers slightly down and immediately my cock was on display. I could barely hold my urge much longer as Dean took my penis and slid it in to his mouth. Only once or twice did Dean have to run his lips up and down my cock before I was relieving myself in to HIS mouth. It was bliss! Dean cleaned the surrounding area with his tongue before pulling my panties further down. "I will wash these for you Sue," he offered. I slipped my shoes off and took my knockers. "It's okay, I will sort them out Dean," I said before kissing him on his lips and moving to the bathroom. "While you do that Sue I'll just show myself at the party again." "Okay, you coming back to your room or should I make my way down?" I enquired. "No, I'll come back up in 20 minutes or so." With that I heard the door close and for the first time today I was really alone. I washed my panties thoroughly and then wrung them in a towel, before placing them on a heater to try and dry. Turning around I found myself staring in the mirror and absorbing what I saw. Twenty-four hours ago I was a simple middle-aged man who had a fetish for women's clothes - okay maybe more than a fetish. Now I am dressed as a pretty woman at a ball held by the local police, and I had just received a wonderful blowjob by a young copper, and found myself wishing for more. I moved in to the main room and sat on the side of a sizeable bed. For some reason I found myself checking the seams on my stockings and, finding them a little awry, straightening them. I now knew, as I had for a long time, that this is what I wanted. To return to my life two days ago would not be enough.