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Pushed Out 3
(Background: Kerry's wife has uncovered his long-standing desire to
live as a female, but rather than respond with anger or rejection, she
offers to guide the transition. Kerry's secretary, Ivy, has also
realized his needs and agreed to assist as well.)
My conversation with Edith and Ivy had gone better than I dared hope.
Not only were they both accepting of my suppressed desires to
crossdress, but they had offered to guide me. It only made sense. After
all, they'd been living as females their entire lives, whereas I had
only done so for a few stolen hours at a time. Realizing that, at any
time, I could stop the entire process made me feel more secure about
it.
And now, as men and the women feminizing them always do (in the
stories, at least), we were headed shopping. Elated, I began asking
questions about their plans.
"Are we going to get me a wig?" I asked.
"Oh, no. Not any time soon," said Edith.
"Why? You realize that I'll never pass as a female with my bald head."
"Yes, I do realize that," said Edith. "But if Kerry just disappears and
a female shows up in his place, you'll never succeed at what you've
always wanted, which is for YOU to live as a female. You'll be living
somebody else's life. A lie." She let that soak in for several minutes.
Ivy, who was in the back seat, spoke up.
"Also think of it from the business standpoint, Kerry. People have been
doing business with you for years. If you're just suddenly not there,
and some woman is, how much confidence are they going to have in you?"
I reminded her that Edith had mentioned herself that one reason for
going ahead and "getting serious" about this transition was that most
of my customers never saw me. I could get away with dressing -- even in
the office -- for months, if not years.
"Do you really think it's that simple?" Ivy asked. "People talk. The
people across the hall also do business with Edge Electronics, which is
one of their clients as well as ours. When you walk into the office in
a dress and heels, guess what they're going to be talking about in
their next conversation."
I went silent. I hadn't thought about that.
"Maybe we should keep it out of the office," I said.
"No way," said Edith. "It's all in or all out. If you stop now, you
have to promise never to dress up or make up again. We'll work together
on the customers. I can't guarantee you won't lose a couple, but I
think it'll be better than you think. What do you think, Ivy?"
"I'm certain they will stay with us," said Ivy. "I'm just telling us
Kerry is making some changes, and if they notice anything different,
I'll ask them to try to be sensitive and discreet. It's working so
far."
"WHAT??? You've already been telling them?" I asked.
"Just a few, and I haven't been specific. I haven't said anything about
a name change."
"There hasn't been one, except you spelling my name with a C, and that
was like a joke," I said.
Edith reminded us that we were nearing the shopping center -- one of
those large open-air malls that are replacing the old enclosed
marketplaces. "But before we go in, we need to talk about the name.
Carrie isn't going to cut it, because it sounds the same as Kerry. You
can't spell your new name for people who have known you for years."
"But if I change my name, isn't that the same as disappearing and
reappearing as somebody else?" I asked.
"Not at all," said Edith. "People change their names all the time. What
about Cara? That's a nice, feminine name that a male would never use,
and there's enough continuity to make the transition easier. What do
you think, Ivy?"
"I guess it's OK," I said.
"I didn't ask you. I asked Ivy. Remember, you've given us control over
this process. Did you forget, or do you want to go back on it and miss
this wonderful opportunity?" Edith asked.
"I'm sorry. I just forgot."
"Well for what it's worth, I love the name Cara. I can definitely sell
that at work," said Ivy.
"Then it's done. We go with Cara. We'll get you to the courthouse in a
week or two to make it official, but meanwhile, that's your name going
forward. Now let's go have some fun! First, put these on." She pulled
out a pair of silver strappy stilettos. "I assume they fit. I found
them in the basement."
I smiled slightly, realizing I'd been caught again. "Yes, they fit. But
they're hard to walk in."
"Well, that's part of being a girl. Walking in heels a lot, not just
mincing across a room in front of a mirror. Put them on."
"Isn't it going to look funny?" I asked.
Both women just stared. I got the message and put them on.
"Now carry this," said Edith, holding out a small purse. "Over your arm
with your hand showing. You want everybody to see your pretty nails
don't you?" she said. Ivy giggled and regained her composure.
We entered the Macy's store anchoring the mall on one end.
"What are we getting here?" I asked.
"Nothing for the moment," said Edith. "Our first stop is Claire's
Boutique at the other end of the mall. We'll work our way back."
"Aren't you excited?" said Ivy. "Getting your ears pierced is a big
step in a girl's life."
We got more than a few funny looks going down the mall as people saw me
walking on strappy stilettos, carrying a purse and showing off my
nails. We went in and a girl whose name tag said "assistant manager"
offered to help us.
"Yes ma'am," said Ivy. "Miss Cara here would like to get her ears
pierced, with these large pearl studs."
The girl looked at me and I saw the flash of recognition I'd been
dreading. "Hey, I know you. You've bought some clipons here before,"
she said.
"Really!" said Edith. "Well, clipons don't reflect much of a commitment
do they? But Cara's ready to go for the real thing now."
"Cara? Is that your name now? Well I'm Cindy," the girl said, sticking
out her hand. As I took it, she said, "Pretty nails. You two match!"
she said noting Ivy's.
"Yes, that was my idea!" said Ivy. "Well, we'd best get on with it."
Moments later, I had a pearl stud in each earring, and we left the
store. "So we might as well clear the air. We know you've been doing
girly things on the sneak. So who else in this mall knows you and your
secret?"
I admitted I had purchased some bras and panties at Victoria's Secret.
"How many?" I don't know. A dozen, maybe."
"Where are they?"
"Boxed in the front office closet," I said.
"Maybe we should go by there and take a look. It'd be a shame to waste
money on undies she already has," said Ivy.
Edith sighed and agreed, and we began the long trek to the other end of
the outdoor mall, my heels starting to get the better of me.
"Can I wear something more comfortable?" I asked.
Edith just looked at me once more, without speaking. When we got to the
office, I stopped at the front door. "You realize the security camera
will record us going in," I said.
"Your point being?" asked Edith. We walked in, went up the elevator and
entered the office. I identified the box where my underwear was stored.
"You're the office person," she said to Edith. "I guess this is your
domain."
Ivie opened the box -- a vinyl container, actually -- to find my
"stash" of feminine articles. It wasn't impressive, because I never had
the opportunity to wear much. But there were several bra-panty sets,
some silicone breast forms and a couple of pairs of heels.
"What? No outer clothes? Just heels and undies?" Edith asked.
"I didn't go out much," I said lamely.
"Well, we may as well see what we have. Strip and let's start trying
them on," she said.
"But Ivy ... "
"As my partner in your training, Ivy is entitled to see or inspect
anything that bears on your gender. Now let's shed those boy things,"
said Edith.
As I was lowering my trousers, Edith turned to Ivy. "You understand you
can't actually have sex with my husband, or whatever she is now, right?
But I don't see how you can play out your role without seeing the junk
from time to time, do you?" I asked.
"It's hard to imagine how I could," said Ivy.
Shortly, I stood before them both naked.
"Ivy, since we're on your turf, why don't you run this little fashion
show?" said Edith.
"Gladly. Boss, let's try these first," she said, handing me a lavendar
set of bikini panties. I pulled them up. They covered little other than
the tip of my penis.
"Now this," she said, holding out the matching bra. I put it on.
"She's pretty good at that, isn't she?" said Ivy.
"I think maybe she's had more practice than she's letting on," said
Edith.
"Not put these inside the bra," she said, handing me the silicone
inserts. Turning to Edith, she said, "Well, what do you think?"
Edith looked me up and down, from chin to toes. "I think she needs some
serious hair removal," she said.
It was true. With nobody seeing me, there had been no need to shave or
be waxed, and it would have left clues about my hobby. But now, it
seemed inevitable.
"There still may be time to get it done today," said Ivy.
"We have other things to do. What's on Cara's book for Monday and
Tuesday?"
"Not a lot. Mostly paper pushing."
"Does the Green Door Spa do body waxing?" Edith asked Ivy.
"I'm sure they do. And they're open on Mondays."
"Great. You'll take care of that, yes?"
"Of course. Uh, what do you want done? Chest, back and legs?"
"Everything from the neck down. Let's do it right," said Edith.
"Bikini wax? Landing strip?" Ivy asked.
"Like I said, let's do it right. Ask if they'll do a Brazilian.
Hollywood."
"Will do. Sorry boss, but you may have a little more time out of the
office this week. Don't worry, I'll cover for you," said Ivy.
The contents of the box having been thoroughly modeled and evaluated,
we got back in the car and headed back to the outdoor mall. I was still
dressed in male clothes and strappy stilettos, but Edith had made me
wear one of the sets of undies, along with the breast forms. My fake
breasts stood out prominently in my tight shirt.
"Don't worry. We'll get you in some more suitable clothes soon enough,"
Edith said.
Back at the mall, we parked at the opposite end. "Now we can go to
Macy's," said Edith. "See, I promised you we would!"
By this time my heels were eating into my feet, but I went on without
complaint. Our first stop was in the section where they sold dresses
aimed at younger girls. "I'm sure we can find something in here that
will be suitable," she said.
"How about this?" asked Ivy, holding up a very short, thin floral dress
with spaghetti straps. A young salesgirl came over.
"Can I assist?" asked the girl.
"Yes. Meet Cara. She's buying a whole new wardrobe. Do you think this
would fit her?" asked Edith, holding up the dress in front of me.
"Well, it shows a lot of skin, but I think it might fit." She turned to
me: "Would you like to try it on?" she asked.
"Of course she would," said Ivy answering for me. The salesgirl giggled
and opened a stall for me. I stepped in and began to change.
"Just drape your boy clothes over the top," said Edith. As soon as I
did, they disappeared.
"Let's see it," said the salesgirl.
I opened the door a few inches and the salesgirl said, "Aw, don't be
shy. Come on out here where we can see you!" I stepped out.
Ivy adjusted one of the spaghetti straps. "I'd say that's a definite
winner, don't you Edith?"
"Absolutely. May we take the tags off and just let her wear it?"
"I guess so, since you just had me throw out the other clothes! But I
could get them out of the trash," the salesgirl said.
"Oh no, this will be fine. Cara, you pay for this while we go look at a
few other things, k? Stay right here until we get back," said Ivy, and
they walked out of sight. The cashier was in a main thoroughfare of the
store and I had to wait several minutes in line. After I paid, the
time seemed endless waiting on them to come back as people going by
gawked rudely or laughed. I was thanking my lucky stars none of the
other shoppers knew me when I heard, "Well, aren't you looking pretty?"
It was Ivy's friend, Lisa.
I managed a wry smile.
"I see you're taking care of your nails. The still look great. And
that's the cutest little dress," she said, far too loudly. She leaned
over and whispered, "You DO have something on under that, I assume."
"Not enough," I said. She laughed.
"So are you just loitering here all alone?" I explained that Edith and
Ivy had wandered off in search of other items and had me stand there
waiting.
"Aww, poor thing. Here, I'll call Ivy and see where they are," said
Lisa. "Hey girl. I'm standing down here with your boss. Did you desert
him? OK, her. Cara, huh? OK, Cara it is. Where are you guys anyway?"
She listened a couple of minutes and said, "Sure, I'll be glad to."
After she hung up, I asked, "Glad to what?"
"Take you over to meet them in cosmetics."
I groaned. Like most department stores, Macy's made more money on
cosmetics than on clothing, and they made it the focal point of the
entire first floor. No matter where you're heading in the store, you
have to pass by the counters for Lancome, Mercier, Estee Lauder and the
other makeup giants. Edith and Ivy walked up at the same time.
"Can't we do this somewhere a little less public?" I whined.
"Why, Cara, are you getting shy on us?" teased Lisa.
Edith took over. "This is all about making a commitment, and you can't
have the life you want skulking around the edges, living in fear. No,
I'm afraid it has to be here. Let's go see that girl at the Estee
Lauder counter," she said.
Edith took me over and introduced me as Cara. Up close, the girl
appeared a little older than she had from a distance -- maybe mid '30s.
"Cara has been sneaking around, trying to be herself without anybody
knowing it, and she has finally decided to come out, so to speak. We're
going to start from scratch with her makeup. How long will it take for
you to give her a complete look and then teach her how to apply it
herself?" Edith asked.
"About 45 minutes do do the face, another half hour for the lesson. If
she has time, I can do it now. I'm Nancy, by the way."
"That would be great," said Edith.
"What kind of look do you want?" asked Nancy.
"Nothing draggy. She's living as a woman, not a drag queen. Just give
her a good, balanced, full-makeup appropriate for a woman of her age,"
said Edith.
"That's exactly what Estee Lauder is all about, as you probably know. I
know exactly what to do. Do you want to wait here and watch?" asked
Nancy.
"I really need to scoot. I have some things to pick up for myself,"
said Lisa.
"Thanks for bringing her down here," said Edith. She turned back to
Nancy: "Actually, I think we'll go be scouting for some more clothes
for her. Can we leave her in your hands?"
"Sure. Speaking of hands, hers are beautiful," said Nancy.
"Back in an hour," said Edith. With that, Edith, Ivy and Lisa
disappeared.
"Well, it's just you and me now," said Nancy. "If it's ok with you, I'm
just going to do what I think is best, so you don't get a mirror.
Otherwise, you'll start telling me what to do, and we wouldn't want
that, would we?" she said.
"No, we certainly wouldn't," I said. She began applying foundation with
a sponge, and soon a few people gathered around to watch the man in the
dress getting made up. She moved on to the eyes, applying a base powder
and some colors on the lid and in the crease, being careful to keep the
colors themselves.
"Well looky here, it's my nail buddy," said a familiar voice. I opened
my eyes to see Liz, with her husband.
"Well, this is really something. I didn't believe Liz," he said. "Look,
this feels a little awkward, so I'm going to go upstairs. Liz, I'll be
in men's department when you're done here."
There was an uneasy silence, then Liz turned to the growing group of
gawkers and announced, "It's OK, everybody. We're neighbors. So Kerry,
are you wearing makeup full-time now to go with your nails?" Turning
back to the others, she said, "We also get our nails done every week."
She was interrupted by the phone at the counter, and Nancy answered it.
"Hi, Edith. Yes, I'm about half done with her. She's attracting quite a
crowd!"
"Her? SHE? So you're a she now?" Liz laughed so loudly that some of the
onlookers shuffled awkwardly and remained silent. "Well, see you at the
nail salon," she said, and finally left.
Liz's display seemed to make some of the onlookers uncomfortable, and
they began to disperse. Two or three remained and seemed genuinely
interested. One asked if I were a "woman trapped inside a man's body."
I said, "No, I'm just who I am, and this is who I wish to be, and how."
That answer seemed to strike a positive note, and several of them
nodded. Meanwhile, Nancy continued working on my eyes, adding eyeliner.
"Do you mind if I do your membranes just inside your lower lid?" she
asked. I said that was fine, and she pulled my eyelid down slightly and
went back and forth with a black pencil. "Now, lips," she said,
thoughtfully. "Something that definitely looks done, but nothing red or
purple." She thoughtfully picked up a pencil and lined just outside my
lipline. "I've gotten to where I just do liner and gloss and don't
worry about the lipstick," she said, adding a frosted reddish pink
gloss.
"Wow, I have to say you're a pretty one when you're done up right." It
was Liz again. "Don't worry, we're just on our way back out. Anyway, I
see your committee coming back to rescue you," she said.
Indeed, Edith and Ivy walked up just in time to hear her last remark.
Lisa patted my hand.
"Don't you worry, boss. The best thing about having no more secrets is
that you don't have to worry about gossips any more," she said.
"Indeed," said Edith. "Now we just have to get her the rest of the way
out."
TO BE CONTINUED ...
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