Amity 5 CataclysmChapter 22 Outposts
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Pushed Out (Part 1)
"So when are you going to get serious about this feminization business?"
The question from my wife Edith came out of the blue, but not really.
She had, months earlier, picked up on small cues of my occasional
crossdressing. Mascara particles in the corner of my eye. Eyebrow waxes
that had apparently been less subtle than I had thought.
When confronted, I came clean and explained that I had felt urges to to
feminine things since I'd been a young boy, getting into the cosmetics
of my older sisters. On out-of-town trips, I had made a few outings in
female clothing and a wig. I knew I didn't pass, but that wasn't the
important thing. Edith knew that too.
I had no answer to her question. "What is serious, anyway?" I asked to
buy time to think.
"Whatever it is, it isn't what you're doing. You know that. You didn't
tell me about this important part of your life until it was undeniable.
And you've hidden it from the world. Why?"
"It's bad for business. People wouldn't understand," I said.
"No good. Most of your business is with people who never even see you,
and it runs itself. Ivy really does all the work anyway." Ivy was my
assistant.
"But if I came out publicly, she wouldn't work for me," I said.
"What, you think she doesn't know? She's the first one who started
noticing the signs and brought it up to me. She knows as much as I do,"
said Edith.
"So what do you want me to do?"
"First, we set some parameters," she said. "We both know you'll never
pass as a woman, no matter what we do. That tells me that at some level,
you also have a humiliation fetish. In fact, I wonder if you
subconsciously, at least, have left clues hoping to get caught."
"Possible, I suppose."
Edith paused what seemed like an hour, though in fact it was no more
than 30 seconds. "So that removes embarrassment as a reason for putting
this off. In fact, you're denying yourself something you need. Ivy and
I've been talking, and in fact we think you actually will be happier if
you not only begin making some feminine changes, but if you also get
into situations where you get exposed and laughed at. Honey, I love you,
and I'm going to give you what you need. So that's exactly what's going
to happen, starting tomorrow. I'm not going to give you any details, but
it will begin in earnest tomorrow."
"How do you mean?"
"I mean that from here out, I'm taking control of your needs. I've been
reading up on it and feel that I understand what you've been afraid to
ask for. Don't worry. I'm not going to force anything on you that I
don't think you can handle. And certainly nothing you don't want. But
admit it, this is exciting, isn't it?"
I hung my head. "Yes."
"Good. Now go to bed. You start a new life tomorrow."
Needless to say, I didn't sleep much, but she was right: it was
exciting. Edith was asleep in minutes, so I slipped out and masturbated
to reduce the tension. I wondered what was ahead.
I didn't really know what to expect the next morning. Would my male
clothes be gone, replaced by a wardrobe of frillies? I didn't know, but
in fact, the next morning was completely routine as we kissed goodbye
and went to our respective offices.
Ivy had arrived a few minutes ahead of me, and there was no evidence
anything had changed. We exchanged greetings and I settled into my desk
in our shared office. Everything continued as usual until shortly before
noon, when her best friend Lisa walked in to take her to lunch.
"Hi Kerry," said Lisa.
"Hi Lisa. Where are you guys eating today?"
"I think we're just going to grab a quick bite and do a little mall
prowling," said Lisa. "That good with you, Ivy?"
"Sure. Oh wait, that reminds me. Kerry, you have a nail appointment at
the Green Door Spa."
"Whaaaat?" asked Lisa. "Aw, Kerry, are you getting your nails done?"
Before I could answer, Ivy was on the phone with the spa. "Hi, I was
just calling to confirm an appointment for 1:15. Evans. That's right.
It's C*A*R*R*I*E. She smirked at me and winked at Lisa when she spelled
out the feminine spelling."
"Ooh! Carrie, huh? Anything you wanna share with the class?" said Lisa.
"Oops," said Ivy with feigned concern, holding her hand over the
telephone. "I guess I shouldn't have done that with you here, should I?
Oh well, let's just keep it between us girls."
Ivy returned to the call. "Yes, that's right. No, just a manicure for
today. We want to see how Carrie's nails grow on their own before we
resort to acrylics, they're so destructive."
Lisa giggled. "So you're growing them out? What color polish are you
getting, Ms. Evans?"
Ivy answered for me. "Now, don't poke fun. Anyway, boss, you'll enjoy
it."
Lisa wouldn't take that for an answer. "You didn't answer the question,
though!"
"Nothing too dramatic. Here, boss, let me write down the color I'm using
- Coral Breeze. We'll be twins. See you after lunch!"
They returned right on time at 1. "You'd better scoot, Kerry. You'll be
late," said Ivy, virtually pushing me out the door.
The spa was huge and on a prime corner, so I knew where to go. When I
walked in, I was encouraged to see that there was only one other person
in the lobby. The receptionist was finishing up with a phone call.
"Oh yes, that's a fact. Oh wait, I think he just walked in." She smiled
and said, "Carrie, I presume?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Yes, he just walked in. OK, I sure will."
She hung up. "Hi. I'm Diane. Have a seat and I'll call your nail tech.
There some fresh water with lemon on the table. Please help yourself."
Kerry poured a glass of water, surprised to note that the glass was
heavy crystal. Before he could get settled into a chair, he heard his
name."
"Hi, Carrie. I'm Marcia. Let's take a look at those hands. Not bad at
all. So what're we going to do?"
"His assistant Ivy just called. She suggested you paint his nails Coral
Breeze." The other lady sitting in the lobby snickered.
"Oh, that'll be pretty," said Marcia. "C'mon, let's go back."
Kerry was disconcerted to see that the nail area was crowded, and most
of the tables were full and pushed close together. Marsha's table was in
the middle, and the effect was that everyone could see what everyone
else was doing.
"Well well, looks who's getting their nails done!" cackled a voice a
couple of tables over. It was Liz, a loud and overbearing neighbor.
"Hi Liz," I said.
"So what's all this? Did you lose a bet?" she asked. I just grimaced.
Marcia started filing and Liz kept up the banter. "I can't wait to see
how they turn out." She turned to Marcia. "Is he getting polish too?"
"Yep," said Marcia, picking up the bottle of Coral Breeze and waving it
with a flair. "What do you think?"
Liz burst out laughing. "Oh, I can't WAIT to here the rest of this
story. Is he getting extensions? Or should I say she?"
"Not this time," said Marcia.
"This time?" I asked.
"You didn't know? You have a standing appointment. Isn't this your
standing too, Liz?" said Marcia.
"It sure is! How wonderful. We'll be nail buddies!" said Liz. With that,
every woman at every station burst out in a cackle.
Liz refused to let go. "So what about the extensions? You never said."
Marcia patted my hands reassuringly, sensing my discomfort. "We're going
to just see how strong the nails are. If we can keep them from breaking,
it's always better to stay natural," she said.
Things finally quieted about 20 minutes, when Liz finished drying and
pulled up a chair next to me.
"So this is so cool. We're gonna do this every week, huh? How did you
pick out the color?"
"Actually, Ivy in my office picked it."
"Oh really? Does that mean we can change it?" she asked. I looked at
Marcia, who shrugged. "OK by me."
"Let's check Edith. You don't mind, do you sweetie? Can I use this
phone, Marcia?"
Without waiting, she hit the speakerphone button and dialed my home
number from memory. Edith answered on the first ring.
"Edie! This is Liz. Guess where I am, and who I'm sitting here with?
Your hubby and I are getting our nails done together!"
"How wonderful! You can keep an eye on him for me," said Edith. The
entire room laughed again.
"So listen, I was wondering. Ivy had picked out a coral, but I was
thinking something a little pinker might be nice. Do you mind if Marcia
and I pick out something else?"
"By all means, help yourself," said Edith. "Hey, am I on speakerphone?"
The entire salon erupted in laughter -- so much so that Liz picked up
the phone to finish the conversation. "Don't worry, we sure will," she
said, and hung up.
"You will what?" I asked.
"We will have fun with you, but remember, it's just because you're such
a good sport. Anyway, Edith says this was your decision."
"Well, let's see what our options are here. Marcia, mind if we bring
some of the bottles over here?"
"Not at all! But I need to finish cutting his cuticles," she said.
"His?" said Liz. "Whatever. So Kerry, why aren't you wearing lipstick?"
"Maybe she's just bringing him around gradually," said Marcia. Turning
to me, she said, "You know, though, I'd be happy to introduce you to one
of our makeup artists to get a matching lipstick."
"Matching what?"
"How about matching this?" said Liz, holding a bottle of hot pink next
to my hand.
"I don't think so," I said.
One of the other ladies picked up another bottle, and finally, they
decided to stay with Coral Breeze. "I kind of like the idea of him and
Ivy having something in common," said one.
Finally, we were done, and I was sitting with my hands under the dryer.
Liz had moved on, and it was well after 2.
When I returned to the office, I was relieved to see that Ivy had been
more productive than usual, and there was a stack of letters waiting for
my signature.
"Well? Let's see 'em," she said.
I held my hands out, and she held hers up next to them. "See? A perfect
match. And I'll tell you what. I'm going to buy you a drink tonight to
celebrate. I've already cleared it with Edith, so she'll know there's no
hanky panky," she said.
The last thing I wanted was to be sitting in a bar holding a drink with
a bright coral nail polish, but there was really no way out. So at
quitting time, we locked up and I asked her where we were going.
"How about Grady's?" she said. "Actually, it's already set. Lisa's
meeting us over there."
"Great," I said sarcastically. "Just what I need." Grady's was an
especially popular watering hole, and it was impossible to go in there
without seeing somebody I knew. We got a table and were about to order
our drinks when Lisa pre-empted me. "We'll have a Dewars & Water and a
Cosmopolitan." When the waitress brought the drinks, I sat with my hands
under the table, but Ivy picked up the Cosmopolitan and held it out for
me. I had no choice but to take it, which brought a giggle from the
waitress.
"To positive changes," Ivy said, winking at the waitress. She snickered.
"Anything else I can bring you?" she asked.
"Not yet," said Ivy. "But my other girlfriend Lisa's coming in a few
minutes. Will you see that she finds us?"
"Absolutely," she said. "I'll just tell her to look for the two
prettiest sets of hands in the place." She patted my hand. "That really
is beautiful," she said, and winked.
Moments later, Lisa came running in, loudly saying, "I can't wait to
see, your nails, Kerry! Did you get the Coral nail polish?"
That brought several stares and a couple of laughs from adjoining
tables, but Lisa wouldn't back down. She made a production of borrowing
a chair from the next table and pulling it up next to me.
"Well, hold them out," she said, far too loudly. "Hey, what're you
drinking?"
"A Cosmopolitan."
"How nice! You really ARE expanding your horizons today. Now come on,
hold them out."
I placed my hands on the table palms down.
"That's just beautiful! But I can't see all that well. Come over here in
the light!" She pulled me out of my chair and across the aisle below a
ceiling light. "That's just perfect! But you're going to have to get
some more length on them."
By this time, she had the full attention of several other tables, one of
whom was a lady who asked to take a cell phone photo.
She called over to Ivy. "Can she get a photo of Kerry with her -- I mean
his -- nails?" she said.
"I don't see why not. Here, I have an idea." Ivy pulled me back over to
their table, pulled lipstick out of her purse and put it on me in front
of the entire restaurant. "There! Now hold your hands up next to your
face and give us a big pucker." She turned to the lady with the camera
phone. "Is this light OK for your phone?"
"Not really," the lady said. "How about over there?" She pointed to the
well lit waiting area, which was now filled with people waiting for
tables. Lisa grabbed my elbow and pulled me over there, positioning my
hands on either cheek.
"How's that?" she asked the lady.
"Perfect!" she said. "I can't wait to get this on my Facebook page."
"Great idea! Have you two met?"
"Actually, we have, but it's been a while," she said. "I'm Peeper. I
live a few doors down from you."
"Ah, I don't get out enough," I said, hoping desperately to change the
subject.
"That's OK. Are you on Facebook?"
"He sure is!" said Ivy, butting in. "Here. I'll write down his Facebook
ID so you can tag the photo. That way it'll show up in his feed. I'll
also share it in my feed. Can you do it too, Lisa?"
"Of course!" she said. Finally, we returned to our table. I picked up a
napkin to wipe my lips, but Lisa stopped me. "Uh-uh. You need to learn
to drink with your lips done. Try it. See? And you left a nice lipstick
mark on the glass!"
Just then, Peeper came by on the way out. "Great seeing you girls --
well, I mean all of you! I've already uploaded and tagged the photo!"
Ivy paid the bill and we left. I returned home to find Edith updating
her Facebook status.
"My, it looks like you had fun!" she said. "See this?" The photo of me
in lipstick and showing off my nails.
"Can you delete that?" I asked.
"I'm afraid not. I can't delete somebody else's photo. Anyway, she
tagged it with your Facebook ID, so it went to all your Facebook
friends."
"That's, like, 150 people!" I said.
She smiled and laughed. "Congrats. You're out there!"
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