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MY STORY SO FAR...
By Melissa Justine
It all began on Halloween two years ago. My girlfriend Claire and I
were invited to a Halloween Party that had a current affairs theme.
Claire thought that maybe we should go as John McCain and Sarah Palin
for a laugh. I told her that I would go as anything she wanted but I
thought to myself that the costumes would be weak because Claire was a
(how should I put this delicately) bigger girl. She had gained a lot of
weight over the course of our nine months together; but if that is what
she wanted, what the hell.
So a few weeks later (and now only a couple of days before the party)
Claire came over with the costumes to see how they would look. She had
a large box with her and when she opened it she started pulling out
clothes.
"Um, honey, I thought that maybe would change up the costumes a little.
Is that OK?" Claire asked me.
"Sure Claire."
"Good, because I was thinking that you would pull off being Sarah Palin
better than me."
"What?" I asked.
"You are going as Palin and I will be McCain. I have all the wigs and
makeup we will both need to pull this off. I bought some clothes that
should fit you and..."
"I don't think so, Claire" I said.
"Aw, come on Mark. This will be fun."
Claire gave me that look that I could never refuse and I thought about
it for a minute. Why not? It's Halloween after all. "Ok, hun. If
this is what you really want."
"Thanks" Claire said and then handed me a skirt. "That pencil skirt
should fit you, but try it on to make sure."
I took my pants off and slipped on the skirt. It was a little loose in
the hips but it fit lengthwise just fine. The blouse fit as well and
then she handed me some high heeled shoes. The heels were not very
high, but I still could not walk in them very well. Claire showed me
how to take smaller steps and I eventually got good enough not to trip
over my feet walking in them. I felt foolish, but what could I do? I
already agreed to it. Claire looked me over then and told me to take
the clothes off. I did and she put them in my spare bedroom for now.
It was the day of the party and Claire had arrived with another bag of
stuff. She told me to get in the shower and after showering with one of
her Dove bath gels; she handed me a bottle of Nair and told me to rub it
all over my legs.
"This is a little much, ain't it?" I asked.
"I want to win the prize for best costumes, so no it isn't. Now rub it
in."
I rubbed it in and waited for around 20 min and then she handed me a
washcloth and told me to rub down my legs. I was glad to get the stuff
off because it smelled bad and when I did my leg hair came off with it.
Claire inspected my legs and handed me a set of panties with pads in the
hip area. I put them on and she handed me a bra. It was white with a
little lace trim, nothing fancy. I held my arms out and Claire snapped
the bra on me. She then inserted a false boob into each cup. Again, I
felt really foolish dressed like this.
Next Claire told me to sit and she took out a pair of black stockings;
which she slid up each leg. She fastened the tops of the stockings to a
garter belt. I then put on the white blouse, buttoning up the front
(weird that the buttons were on the other side of the blouse. I then
was handed a white slip which I put on. The black pencil skirt was
next, which fit better now with the hip pads I had on. I shipped the
heels on and walked around a little the way Claire taught me before.
When I had a grip on walking, Claire sat me down and applied my makeup.
She started off with some liquid foundation and set that with powder.
Then she went to work on my eyes; applying eyeliner, eye shadow and
three coats of mascara. Powder blush was next followed by lip liner and
lipstick; having me blot my lips and applying another coat of lipstick.
"Very nice" Claire said as she inspected her handiwork. "Almost done."
Claire came back with a wig of dark brown hair which she applied to my
head. She then went to work on the wig, pinning it up into an up do
like Sarah Palin wears. After a long time, Claire looked at me with a
big smile on her face and handed me some glasses without the lenses in
them. She then handed me a bracelet while she put a silver necklace on
me. Claire pinned some clip-on dangly earrings on me and stood back.
"Walk over to the mirror and see for yourself, girl" Clair said with a
friendly mocking voice. I walked over to the mirror and looked. OH MY
GOD! I thought to myself. I didn't look like Sarah Palin really, but I
did look like a woman! I stood there frozen. It was like time stopped
turning. My heart started beating fast. I took a few deep breaths.
"Are you alright?" Claire said as she came over to me. She snapped me
out of it.
"Um...yeah. Just a little freaked out is all. Great job hun," I said
to her. Claire then started getting dressed herself. I walked into the
dining room and over to another mirror on the back of a closet door. I
stood looking at myself again. I couldn't believe that was me! I had
to tear myself away from the mirror as Claire came down after a little
while. She had on a fake balding head cap and a suit. She looked more
like McCain than I did Palin and I complimented her on the costumes.
"Well Sarah, you ready to go?" she said with a bad imitation.
"You betcha." I said back with a worse imitation. We then left for the
party. I got some phony whistles from some of my friends and we got
some compliments. Overall, we finished second to a Brangelina couple.
Claire then dropped me off at my apartment after the party. I went
inside and went right back to a mirror. I stood there looking at myself
and I had the biggest grin on my face. I watched myself walk in those
heels, trying to sway my hips like a woman and not having much luck. I
sat down, smoothing my skirt under me as I did; crossing my legs at the
knee like a woman. The whole time I did all this I was grinning from
ear to ear. I sat there and the realization that I liked the way I
looked washed over me. What was I thinking? I then proceeded to take
everything off, using all the makeup remover that Claire gave me. I put
all the clothes and accessories back into the box and went to bed. I
needed some sleep.
A few weeks went by and I just could not get the feelings I had dressed
as a woman out of my head. I tried to forget about it all, but the box
of clothes in my spare bedroom kept calling to me. I even started
dreaming about being dressed as a woman. Finally one night I just had
to do something about it. I knew my girlfriend was not coming over, so
I took the box out and put on all the clothes I wore to the party again.
After I was dressed, waves of relief washed over my body. Even though I
did not look as good as I did that night, I actually enjoyed it more. I
guess it was do to me not having to pretend to be annoyed by it like I
did at the party. I got to walk and sit around the house dressed and
just relaxing. It just felt like I was at peace dressed this way. I
stayed dressed all evening, only undressing right before I went to bed.
Taking the clothes off felt like I had a hole drilled in me. My soul
felt empty.
I started dressing in those clothes as often as I could. I felt more
and more comfortable in them each time I dressed. I even got really
good at walking in the heels. I then started doing some internet
research on cross-dressing. I thought I was just a cross dresser at
first, but the more research I did led me to believe that I might just
be transgendered. I felt really confused and thought I might need some
therapy. I decided to see a therapist.
Meanwhile I also started to buy some more clothes online. I started
with some panties and bras from Victoria's Secret and Frederick's. A
few at first, but I became addicted. The more I bought, the more I
wanted. Soon, I was not only buying lingerie, but dresses, skirts,
blouses and heels were bought. I started to accumulate quite a nice
little wardrobe. I bought a set of CD's that guided men in being more
feminine. I practiced walking, setting, talking and acting like a
woman. As I did, I became more confident that being a woman was what I
was supposed to be. Over time, I stopped caring what others might
think. I knew this is what I had to be.
I started losing interest in all my past hobbies and my relationship
with my girlfriend was affected. I was becoming more and more
unattracted to her. I found myself attracted to men. I had always been
a little confused about my sexuality, but the more time I spent as a
woman, it became clear that I was attracted to men. Claire could sense
I was changing and thought we could use a little vacation together to
try to mend our relationship. I thought that might help, so I agreed
(still with the small thought that I might still be attracted to women).
It all came to a head around six months after the party and the night
before Claire and I were to leave on vacation. I had been going to a
therapist for a few months now (telling my girlfriend that I was having
anxiety issues) and I was at home working out. My girlfriend had bought
these workout tapes called Flirty Girl, that was exercise by sensual and
erotic dancing. It even came with a stripper pole, and it was all
collecting dust in my attic. She never used it. I did. I was learning
how to dance like a woman and the same time I was losing a lot of
weight. I loved it. Anyway, I was dressed in a pink workout tank with
black tights and pink running shoes. I had my hair (which I had let
grow out) in a ponytail. I was on the pole, which I set up in my attic,
dancing to "Buttons" by the Pussycat Dolls. I was spinning around the
pole when I saw Claire standing in the doorway. She looked like she had
just seen a ghost. I didn't know what to say at first, but something
inside me finally just clicked and I told her everything. Claire sat
there in shock, not saying a word.
After what seemed like an eternity, she asked, "Are you gay?"
I felt like I had to tell her everything at this point, so I told her
maybe. I still wasn't 100% sure in my own mind and that I had never
acted on those impulses. After another long moment of silence, she told
me that she needed some time away from me to think. Claire asked me to
think long and hard about it. She told me if I wanted to still be with
her when she got back from the vacation (naturally with me not being
there), I had to get rid of all the womanly things I had. She could not
be with me if I wanted to continue this. I told her I would and we
parted.
Over the next two weeks, since I was on vacation from work, I decided to
dress full time as a woman. I needed to see if I could really do this,
and my therapist told me I needed to live like this if I wanted to have
a sex change. The next morning I showered and applied Nair not only to
my legs, but to my whole body (except my head). I moisturized and
dressed in pink French cut panties and a matching bra. I put my
silicone falsies in and tucked my member up and away (having learned to
do so on the internet). I then decided on a pink blouse and a long
black, floral print skirt with tights underneath (being cold at the
time). I applied my makeup (having become quite good at it by this
point). I put on my wig that was a brunette color with a layered cut to
it and shoulder length. A bracelet, hoop earrings (clip-on) and some
Eternity perfume. I put on some knee high boots with a 4 inch heel and
I was off for some shopping.
I drove to a mall about seventy five miles away from my house and I hit
just about every shop I could see. It was the most wonderful day of my
life. I was over being nervous (having gone out dressed to clubs at
night for some time) and I just had fun trying on and buying everything
under the sun! I ended up applying for 3 different store credit cards
and I spent quite a lot of money, but it was worth it. Not only did I
enlarge my wardrobe significantly, but I also knew that I could not go
back to being a man. I was a woman!
Those two weeks flew by and before I knew it, Claire was knocking on my
door. I greeted her dresses to the nines! White floral print dress and
matching pumps with a 5 inch heel. Wig and makeup perfect. Claire
freaked out! She started calling me names like "homo, sissy, fag,".
She could not believe that this is what I wanted. I tried to be civil
with her at first. I told her that after so much soul searching that I
know I am a woman trapped in a man's body and that I need to fix my
body. She kept on berating me and finally I just couldn't take it
anymore. I told her that I hated being with her and that she needed to
lose some weight. I also said she must be jealous because I'm 3 dress
sizes smaller than her! Claire slapped me and stormed off. I felt bad
about what I said and called her and apologized to her voicemail. That
was the end of my relationship, but I didn't feel bad at all. I felt
relieved that I could explore my femininity more freely now. Work and
family were my only sticking points now.
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