The Best Of Times And The Worst Of Times - The Beginning free porn video

The Best of Times and The Worst of Times - The Beginning By: Rachael Free It was the best of times and it was the worst of times. Sounds like an old clich? doesn't it? The funny part is? it's very true. Let me tell you my story. I have been married for over 25 years and absolutely faithful the entire period of time. Of course I would let loose now and then and tie one on with my buddies, frequent a few strip clubs, get a few lap dances but never take it any further. Some of my friends, on the other hand, did take it further and did some back room activities with girls and even met them after work and fucked them in my car in the back seat while I had a few more beers. I was basically pussy whipped. If I did anything, she would know. There is a kinky side of me though that has been buried for years. Ever since I was a child, around 6-7 years old, I have been fascinated with girl's clothes, makeup and basically the works. As I grew, my passion for dressing up increased and I now possess quite a large wardrobe of clothes, shoes, lingerie, makeup and of course toys. I have become an expert on hiding my things and when I become my alter ego Rachael, have learned how to make sure I account for all my things and put them away so I don't get caught. It's a job but the payoff of becoming Rachael is well worth it whenever I get the chance. Of course my friends and buds don't know a thing about Rachael either. To them, I'm a manly man. I may be smaller than they are yet I'm still a man. My wife and I are only 10 pounds apart and about the same height. I could easily use her clothes if I wanted but don't want to ever have a chance to ruin or loose anything of hers. My wife was going to visit her sister in Chicago for a week in December. Only five hours from here, far enough away to keep her there all week but close enough to be wary that she could be back on a plane, train or automobile in just a few hours. Just a little thrill added to my anticipation for the week. I planned work (so she thought so I couldn't go with her. Ah, don't feel too sorry for me. It's my chance to be Rachael for a week. I couldn't wait. I made sure my eyebrows were trimmed closely day by day so she wouldn't notice a dramatic change in me, I made sure the few hairs on my chest were shaved off. I don't want any hair in my cleavage shots, and my legs were void of most hair. I don't have much anyway so that part is easy. Thursday afternoon finally arrived and I drove my wife to the airport and kissed her goodbye. Knowing that the plane could be delayed, I waited until she called from her sister's house to get my things out. I didn't need her to come home due to a delay or cancellation and find me dressed as Rachael. That would be devastating. She called me when she landed and it was time for Rachael to come alive. Just to make sure I covered my bases I told her that we would talk tomorrow afternoon. I was going to the football game Saturday and be partying all day and that I was going to stay over at Jakes house tomorrow night so we could leave early to start partying. She knew that if I was going with my drunken friends I would be in no shape to talk until later Sunday night. What a cover. I had two days to get ready for Rachael to hit the streets Saturday night with other TV's and shemales. Oh gay guys too. Silly me. I unpacked all my things and laid them out in my bedroom. Oh my, do I have a lot of things. Ebay has been my closest friend, so has Victoria's Secret. I'm a special customer and get mailings for free panties every few months. I get goose bumps every time I go in the store. I'm sure the sales girls know I'm buying things for myself but are very helpful and treat me very nice. Of course I never walk out buying less than $100 in bras, panties or stockings. I planned the next two days in the condo so I could get all dolled up and remain in Rachael mode until Sunday, having plenty of time to clean up and more importantly make sure all evidence of Rachael was packed up and put away. These were definitely the "Best of Times". A quick shower and shave, some nice sweet lotion and powder and I was ready for my transition into Rachael. OK, ready to begin. I have spent quite a bit on the most realistic silicone breast forms I could find and use medical adhesive to attach them to my hairless chest. After the adhesive sets, I stand up and feel the weight of my new tits and I just love how they jiggle when I move. I take a lot of time making sure I blend in the edges of the forms and use water proof makeup to make them look very realistic. Not too bad a job I believe. There, I'm already beginning to feel like a girl. I love how the forms give me a girly shape already. I slip on a silky robe from my wife's closet and tie it around my waist. I get goose bumps looking down and seeing my wonderful cleavage. I didn't want to wear anything TOO sexy tonight or tomorrow. I still want to feel sexy but comfortable. I selected a nice Victoria's Secret push up bra and matching panties for tonight's fun. I'll leave sexy for tomorrow. I put on some nude sheer hose and then a short jean skirt and a soft pale yellow cashmere shell and cardigan set. I'm getting turned on feeling the silky clothes next to my skin. A pair of skyscraper baby doll heels, a curly blonde wig and some light makeup and I'll spend the evening sipping on white wine and immersing myself as Rachael. Of course a spray of sexy perfume on my neck to remind me how feminine I felt tonight. Maybe I'll even pull out one of my wife's sexy chick flicks I usually hate to watch, but as Rachael and all dolled, up I'm hot and ready. The evening passed quickly and I was slightly buzzed from the wine and hot from watching "Bound" with Jennifer Tilly and Gina Gershon and another Gina Gershon film with Elizabeth Berkley - "Showgirls". "Bound" got me real excited with the lesbian twist but the scene with Elizabeth Berkley and Gina Gershon kissing got my juices flowing. I'm glad I put a panty liner inside my panties. I got so wet. I tried to keep myself contained but had to jerk off when they kissed. It was time for bed so I undressed and put on a sexy baby doll with matching panties accentuating my beautiful breasts. My tits fit perfectly in the silky cups and I settled into our warm bed as I played with my wife's pink dildo. She keeps it in the drawer for those nights I'm out of town. I always have to make sure I clean it after I use it. I don't want to pass on any bad germs. I love how the small ball sack rubs my bottom as I push it deep in my hot "pussy". I've been know to orgasm too as I twist it and plunge it deep inside of me. Oh well, not tonight. I already spent myself during the movie. I'll just enjoy the engorged feeling, fully penetrating my hot ass as I drift off to sleep. The morning came and I woke up with dildo still up in me. A smile came to my face. Oh well. It's time to clean it up and put it away. It slid right out of my ass leaving an empty feeling inside. I got up and put on my matching robe and a pair of my wife's heeled slippers as I made the bed. It was time for some bathroom business, do my thing and wash off the sexy dildo. There, all cleaned up and back in the drawer. My bottom felt wonderful as I wiped myself. I was totally stretched out all night and couldn't contain anything loose from draining out of me. My muscles still hadn't tightened up leaving me no option. I giggled as I took a tampon and inserted it in my butt. It was the only way to be protected until my rectal muscles were back in place and tight. A little lube to help it insert the tube deep in my ass and then push in the plunger and extract the cardboard tube to seal my bottom. There, it fit perfect, leaving the little string hanging out of me. I fluffed up my wig and put on some lipstick. There, sexy as ever. I patted my way to the kitchen and made some coffee. No carbs today. I want to be lean and mean for tonight. Just a few carrots for dinner and maybe some crackers and some blueberries. Blueberries. Yeh! They are antioxidants aren't they? Good for me and a super food. Maybe they will help with extra sexual stamina. Hopefully for Rachael. LOL. I turned on the TV and curled my legs up under me as I watched the news, sipping my coffee. The doorbell just rang. Oh shit. Know one knows I'm here. I'll be caught dead if I answer the door. I immediately turned off the TV and quietly tip toed to the peep hole. Outside was a UPS guy with a package. Phew. No problem. If they didn't get an answer they would always leave it at the door. He shrugged his shoulders and set it outside the door. That was close. Making sure the coast was clear and opened the door a crack. No one to the right. Oops, a guy coming down the hall to the left. I'll wait for him to pass. I could here his heavy footsteps and then a door close. I peeked again and it was all clear. I hurriedly opened the door and picked up the box as I clanked down the hall. It was another neighbor coming out from his apartment. He looked right at me as I quickly closed the door behind me. I'm getting way to brave right now. Time to relax, take a deep breath and calm down. It was around 10AM and I figured it was time to get dressed for the day. Today I would be feminine yet casual. It was Friday and I still wanted to feel feminine but hang out pretty yet comfortable. After my shower I took inventory of what I had. Skirts? No. Shorts? No, summer tops? No. Bikini? No. How about a nice pair of sexy jeans and silky tunic outfit? Simple yet feminine. I shaved my face real close making sure not to nick myself. I rubbed sweet smelling lotion all over my arms, legs and torso. Some light powder made me feel even smoother. Some feminine under arm deodorant and I'd say I felt very feminine. I used my wife's moisturizers, wrinkle cream, eye cream and some other creams on my face and neck to keep everything super soft. What a girl has to go through to look beautiful. LOL I felt like a kid in the candy store with my entire wardrobe laid out all over the bedroom separated into casual, formal, sexy and playful piles and all my lingerie laid out so I could try things on and play around with all my things. I loved trying on everything and then just like a girl, deciding to change into something different. I laid out all my jewelry also but liked raiding my wife's jewelry box too. She had much nicer dangly and sparkly earrings and necklaces than I. Oh, my ears are pierced. It was a carryover from my early days in college where everyone had pierced ears, even guys. I have kept the holes open so I can wear sexy earrings. No clip ons for this girl. I chose a basic Victoria's Secret, push up with sexy panties. Still very feminine I'd say. I pulled up a very hot pair of stretch, thin legged jeans and buttoned the top. I loved how these jeans just hugged my silky legs and ass. The gold belt really showed off my hips too. I loved how my ass looks in these things. I love wearing strappy high heels and felt like they were perfect with these jeans. I slipped a basic tunic over my head. It had some embroidery and sparkly details but was plain enough for today just putzing around the house until I really get ready for a hot time tonight. Still very feminine and yet very comfortable. Oh I figured I just wear a short blonde wig today. I didn't want to mess around with my hair all day getting in my eyes while I watched TV and just lazed around. It was a cute blonde Bob that curled up around my face. It was a simple style and not a lot of trouble keeping it looking pretty throughout the day. I made sure my eyes stood out with dark eyeliner, dark shadow and mascara, pink cheeks and vibrant red lipstick to set off the blonde wig. I felt so, so sexy still as I set up some munchies (veggies of course) and some wine. I watched all sorts of tear jerking movies on the women's channel. The tissue was close by to dab my eyes and blow my nose now and then. It seemed I would get more emotional when I was dressed up. I knew it was all in my mind but it made me feel vulnerable in a way. The next movie came on and I was totally absorbed in it when the phone rang. It was my wife. She knew I was working from home this afternoon and would be leaving for Jake's house in an hour or so. Or so she thought. I quickly undid my left earring so it wouldn't clink around on the phone and settled in with the sound of the TV off. We had a nice discussion and she told me not to have too much fun and not to drink too much. Little did she know? I told her I would have my phone and check it now and then if anything important came up. Other than that I was putting it in silent mode. There, I was now free until Sunday afternoon when I recovered from Saturday night. I fixed some steamed veggies and some brown rice for dinner and settled back in to watch some more of my wife's sexy chick flicks. She seemed to be into the lesbian stuff. I watched a movie called "Monster" with Charlize Theron. She's a butch lesbian and her scene sucking face with her costar, Christina Ricci, got me real wet. I was ready to burst but wanted to feel an orgasm with my toy in bed. So I wouldn't explode for the next few hours I put on a stupid comedy. Oh well, it passed the time until spa time. It was time for spa time. I slipped off my heels, folded up my top and jeans, removed my bra, hose and panties and in the nude, ran the water for a nice hot bubble bath. I removed the tampon and discarded it in the toilet. I was going to pamper myself and take a bubble bath with scented oils, give myself a mud mask, and even to a little touch up on my legs to make sure they were hairless for tomorrow night. My body slipped into the hot, bubbly water as I lowered down into the deep tub. My breast forms can't come off. The adhesive isn't waterproof so I had nothing to worry about. The bubble bath was simply marvelous with the lights off and only candles lighting the room. How romantic. A little soft background music made me almost drift off to sleep but I wanted to enjoy the wonderful feeling as I soaked and absorbed the sweet oils into my skin. My fingers began to wrinkle so it was time to get out. I stood up and the bubbles held to my skin, covering some of my tits and crotch. Here I stood like some model covered in bubbles to hide her breasts and pussy. I giggled to myself as I took a fluffy towel and dried my body off. No need to use lotion. The oils in the bath softened my skin and left me with a beautiful flowery scent. I slipped on my beautiful babydoll and panties and put my wig back on with some light pink lipstick as I slipped under the covers. I turned on the playboy channel and listened to couples fucking each other. The pink toy was soon in bed with me and all lubed up, ready for fun. With the sounds of fucking in the background, I slipped the thick toy deep in my "pussy" pumping it in and out and twisting it to hit my prostate. MMMMM I was hot and ready to climax. The feelings were so intense that I came in buckets all over the sheets. Oh shit. I didn't mean to do that. Who cared right now? I was totally spent and all wet but had a smile on my face. I fell asleep within minutes and slept great. I still had a smile on my face and the dildo still buried deep inside my "pussy". I reached down and slowly slipped it out of my hot ass. Oooh it felt so good. My silky robe slipped over my shoulders and I put on the heeled slippers as I went to make some coffee. I had left the blinds open last night as I walked by the window I looked across the square and saw a man looking right at me. I knew he saw me. So what, I was Rachael now. I stood at the window and decided to give him a little show. I closed my eyes only to keep them open enough to peep back at this guy and let my hands roam up and down my sides while a swayed back and forth. I then cupped both breasts and rubbed my sexy tits as I smiled. He was staring out his window directly at me with one hand in his shorts. I let one hand slip under my robe and rubbed my pussy acting like I was fingering myself. He was now stroking his own cock as kept up the fingering and fluffing my hair like I was having an orgasm. I lowered myself to a chair and slid out of sight. The show lasted about 10 minutes and I'm sure I made his day. There, that should keep him excited all morning. How naughty of me. I went the kitchen and poured a hot cup. MMMMMM does that taste good. What to do today. I still had all day as Rachael. Today was football Saturday though. Football played on the TV all day long. I still wanted to stay in Rachael mode but I wanted to be a little more tom boyish, not girly, girly. Ah ha. I know how to spend the day. After a showered up, I used the potty and gave myself a quick douche with my wife's Summer's Eve. No big water bottle or hose need with this kit. Just insert the slim tip into my ass and squirt the liquid inside my "pussy" Just a quick squirt, drain, wipe and then something to soak up all the moisture. The tampon box was within easy reach and slid the tube in me and plunged the tampon inside my ass as the tube slipped out leaving another dangling string. I was ready to go. After two nights with the dildo I was stretched out pretty far and know I would surely leak. There, I could feel it expand and knew I would be dry all day. I put on basic white cotton panties, a panty liner of course, a white cotton bra, some silky sheer hose, a pair of tight shorts and my teams #12 cropped football jersey. I slipped on knee length white high heeled "Go-Go" boots and a long blonde wig. Just some blush, eyeliner, mascara and lipstick and I was ready. There, still a girl today but dressed in a boy's jersey. To be honest, there was nothing about this outfit that was boy, except for a football number, but it sounds good. It was time for some refreshments and get ready for the games. I watched all the games today and drank white wine all day long. I was feeling pretty good right now and loved mincing around my condo all day as a sexy football fan but alas, had to clean up and get ready for a hot time on the town. Saturday night was approaching and I had to get ready. I took off all my "Boy" stuff and took another quick shower. Another quick shot of Summer's Eve douche with a small squirt and another tampon. My anal opening was still loose and I didn't want any accidents if you know what I mean. I cleaned my self up so I could revel in the awesome transformation that was about to occur. After I was nice and dry and put lotion all over my soft skin. I used my wife's silky powder down my neck and across my chest and shoulders that glistened when light hit it just right. I was ready to get dressed. I chose a pair of white and purple lacy panties with a matching bra. I wrapped the bra and around my torso and connected the two hooks together in front of me. It was a purple and white, satin and lace Victoria's Secret Glamour Demi bra that gave me natural cleavage even without forms. I carefully slide the bra around my body and below my tits. The satiny bra slips right over my soft breasts, pushing my natural skin up and out creating some mouth watering cleavage. It was lightly lined and had an under wire to enhance the lift but not too much padding so the real me would dazzle anyone, even women if I was lucky. I slipped my arms through the satin straps and made sure the straps weren't twisted and the satin cups were in the right position to finish the illusion. My beautiful breasts fit perfectly into the bra giving me fantastic, full cleavage. I giggled and got tickles in my tummy as I gazed at myself in the mirror. OH I wish I had tits like these. FOR REAL!!!! I was cold and just until I finish dressing and putting on my makeup I slip a nice warm sweater over my head. Of course I had to make sure it was cut low so I could savor each and every moment as I glanced down at my beautiful chest and stunning cleavage. Pretty real Huh? I always wear a gaff when I go out as Rachael so I can feel like a real woman and have a nice flat front. I also put a panty liner inside my gaff so don't leak on my pretty things. The panties were cut high showing a lot of leg and slid up my legs and fit perfectly giving me a very feminine look. I posed in front of the mirror admiring my long, smooth legs. WOW! I have great legs. I was getting wet just looking at my smooth silky legs. I had to forget this for now and get ready for the evening. It was Saturday night and if I felt frisky, it was off to one of the local CD/TV/Gay bars to troll a bit. I do enjoy flirting with men and playing with other CD's and TV's. I especially like "gurls" who have had, let's say, "cosmetic" procedures and sport their own beautiful breasts. I'm so jealous. I could only wish I had my own wonderful breasts. Letting someone suck on my own tits and simply enjoy the feeling of beauty is only a fantasy that will never happen. Oh well, I can at least create my own illusion. OK back to my story. Nylons are the most wonderful things ever invented. They slide so easily up my hairless legs and I just love the silky, sensuous feeling when I cross my legs and even stroke my silky thighs. I prefer pantyhose to stockings. I love the tight, confined feeling of control top hose also. Stockings do have an advantage if you want quick access to the pot of gold though. Oh how naughty I am. I find thigh highs really don't stay up and I constantly have to pull them up throughout the night. Yes, Sheer Caress, sheer to the toe pantyhose tonight in Suntan. I get more tickles in my tummy as I slide them up my long legs. MMMM. The feeling of taking time to slowly slide this wonderful, silky material up my smooth legs is so, so yummy. Tonight I'm going to wear a tight stretchy mini skirt and sheer pink top. It's one of the most feminine outfits I own. I'm getting all excited just thinking about how sexy I'll be. I've really got to start on my makeup. I'm not a pro but after many years of practice, I think I do a pretty good job feminizing myself. I do love dark shadows and eyeliners but tonight I'll try something different. Luscious Pink and ruby red lipstick are my fav too. Before I do my makeup I polish my nails and toes. I knew the wife would be leaving so I let my nails grow longer and while I was waiting for her plane to land I filed them to give me long oval tipped nails. My fingers and hands even look smaller and more dainty. I love going that extra mile. Press on's are a real pain and if you loose one in the bar you have to remove them all. I don't have that problem any more. Well here goes. I've already moisturized my face after my shower and it feels very soft and silky already. I don't know much about all the different concealers and foundations but I use a Honey Beige foundation stick that covers any beard shadow. I then finish it off with some powder. I love brushing on the powder. It takes me at least 30 minutes on my eyes. My eyebrows are fairly thin already and blonde so they are easy to work with. I feel a little frisky so tonight I'll lighten up my look to go with my pink top. Maybe some Powder Sugar and Pink Paradise eye shadow, black eyeliner defining my upper and lower lids and outside corners, Maybelline Volum'Express Mascara to enhance my long lashes, some pink blush and Colorsensational High Shine Pink Freeze lipstick. I want my lips to glisten al night and make them ready for some passionate kissing. I'm all wet right now as I transform myself into a girl. A spritz of Dolce & Gabana perfume on my neck, wrists and behind my knees and I feel like a real girl. Now for my wig. I'll be a blonde tonight. I just love blonde wigs if you can't tell. A shoulder length curly dirty blonde wig should set off my pink makeup and lips. A little adjustment and It slides over my hair and into place. It doesn't take too much primping to make it look perfect. There, makeup and hair are done. Now to get dressed. The mini skirt really shows off my silky legs and the pink chiffon sheer blouse sets off my beautiful breasts and cleavage. I'll also wear pearls tonight and dangly pearl earrings. I had my ears pierced years ago as a dare in college but rarely wear anything in male mode. As Rachael, I go all out and love the longest, flashiest earrings I can wear. Tonight will be simple dangly pearls. A sleek pearl bracelet, a few rings and I'm about ready. I slip a pair of 4 inch, open toed silver sling back stilettos. You can see my toenail polish getting me all excited again. I was always careful and picked up all my things, even the makeup, packing it away so if by chance I was ever hurt or killed, my wife would never know about Rachael. I had perfected this for years so it was no big deal putting everything away. My wife would be away all week and I really didn't want to take the time to pack everything away right now so I decid to just leave everything out. I would make sure I was careful driving. I toss my license, a few credit cards and money in my small purse along with my lipstick, a panty liner, condom, tampon, mascara and perfume. I want tonight to be special. I put on one of my wife's faux fur coats and take one last look in the mirror to make sure I look like a hottie. I blow myself a kiss and I'm off. I quickly pass my nosy neighbors door, get on the elevator and scurry through the lobby without any incident. OK, I'm free and clear. Now for some fun. I can hear my heels clicking on the pavement as I approach my car. The smell of beautiful perfume is in the air as I open the driver door. Just like a real girl, I sit on the seat sideways and slide my legs into the car. Every little detail makes me feel more and more feminine. At first driving with heels was a problem but I love it now. It's just the little things that make me feel more like a girl. It takes me 30 minutes to get to the bar. It's fun stopping at lights and having a hot guy pull up next to me. I act like I'm checking my face in the mirror and then look over at him. Usually they smile and I smile back giving them a little wave of my hand. Isn't flirting just the best? I pull up to the bar and it's already hopping for a winter weekend. Things don't really get started until about 11PM. It's close to that now. I let the valet park my car as he helps me out, taking my hand in his and gently lifting me to my feet. I feel the cold air under my skirt. I still don't know how real girls can handle it for very long. My legs and butt are already freezing. I head in the door and pay my admission. There are all sorts of girls standing at the bathroom door. In this place the CD's and TV's use the ladies room. We're ladies aren't we? I check my coat and strut inside. Wow, these girls are hot. I hope I fit in. I can tell that I'm being eyed by some guys so I give a little extra wiggle as I go the bar and sit on a stool. I cross my legs showing off my long silky legs and order a gin and tonic. Gazing around the room there are all sorts of dress and undress. Some "gurls" are dressed way out, some very conservative in business suits, some sexy cocktail dresses, some in mini dresses, some in jeans and sweaters and some in skimpy lingerie. Oh do they look hot. I myself feel very comfortable too and sexy I might add. It doesn't take long for a guy to hit on me. They usually don't buy a drink first until they get to know you. He's stroking my silky thigh as he pulls closer to me. His lips look very inviting while he rubs his other hand up and down my back. Oh my, he's getting very friendly very quick. We move to a table and he sits right next to me. I knew it wouldn't take long to land a date tonight. I hope I pass his inspection. He's hot. He's taller than me with broad shoulders and strong arms. He has a dark, almost Hispanic complexion but when he smiles, I almost melt. His beautiful white teeth glisten in the light. He was a hunk all right. I like guys that are taller then me. In my heels I'm almost 5"11". I'm little taller than average height for a lady but am still shorter than most men that hit on me. I introduce myself to him and he just smiles at me. Now what did that mean? We have a few more cocktails and then he asks me to dance. There was a mixture of fast songs and even a few slow ones thrown in. I think he liked the slow ones so he could hold me tight to him. Now and then he would reach up while we danced and massage my tit. I smiled at him knowing what he really wanted. Usually he just had his hand on my ass, pulling me close to him to feel his cock. We sat back down and I snuggled in next to him. I could feel his hand working it's way up my leg and under my skirt. Sorry Charlie but I'm so packed in right now he'll have to just settle for some petting. I knew he wanted to feel my cock. Maybe later. We had a few more drinks and I was getting a little buzzed. He pulled me close to him knowing he wanted to kiss me. I got a chill down my spine and a tickle in my tummy. He was so close that I could smell his manly scent. I was getting hot thinking about being next to this hunk and getting ready to know him a little better. His lips meet mine and I closed my eyes. He was very gentle just brushing his lips against my creamy hot lips. His tongue softly licked my upper lip as he pulled me closer to him. It was like being in a time warp. I couldn't hear the music, the other people or anything right now. His kiss was almost magical. His hand reached behind my head as he pulled me close to him. Our lips meshed together as he pressed harder, opening my lips and mouth with his moist tongue. We kissed for what seemed like hours, French kissing, licking, tongue wrestling and sucking on each other. His hands roamed all over my body too, feeling up under my blouse, massaging my fake tits and rubbing my flat crotch that was burning with a fever to release my hardened cock. We were basically groping each other as my hand slid under his pants and underwear, stroking his huge organ as we panted together. I could tell he was ready to burst. I've only jerked a guy off before and never sucked a real cock. I've had opportunities but it just never felt right. Maybe this guy will be different. He really turns me on. We stopped our passionate embrace as he asked me if I wanted to go to the car. Right now I was very buzzed. I hope it was just from the drinks. All I did was nod as he paid the check, took my hand in his and retrieved my coat. It was nice having a gentleman help me on with my coat. It was like being in heaven. He smiled and told me to call him Fernando. My hunk Fernando. It sounded very romantic at that moment. His arm was around my waist as we walked to the car. I took my keys out and unlocked the door. We got into the back seat and immediately Fernando was all over me licking, sucking and even groping all parts of my body. I was really buzzed now and everything seemed to move in slow motion. I tried talking but could only mumble. Oh shit, he drugged me. Oh my god. It was the worst possible thing I worried about going out by myself. Would he take me somewhere and rape me or even kill me. What would my wife think? Oh shit, I left everything of Rachael's out in our bedroom too. This was not good. Fernando was all over me but feeling buzzed, I just let him have me without a fight. In fact I was becoming very tired and woozy but remembered Fernando lowering his pants and then just sporadic glimpses of Fernando and his hard cock. All of a sudden I woke up. Yes woke up. I was curled up in the back seat of my car shivering from the cold. You couldn't see out the windows with all the snow. I was dressed in my mini skirt and pink blouse, the same clothes I was wearing when I went to the bar but my blouse was unbutton, my panty hose were down my legs and my skirt was hiked up around my waist. My panties and gaff were gone. What happened to me? The last thing I remember was making out and Fernando's hard cock. Oh no, I didn't do that, did I? I could taste the remains of gooey cum in my mouth still and wanted to vomit. I had crusty cum around my mouth too. Eeeew. I blew this guy and don't even remember. How did I get here and where were my panties? More importantly, what time and day was it? It was daylight for sure but what day? I pulled up my hose and lowered my skirt in place. I opened the back door and got in the drivers side. My car was the only one in the lot. Luckily my keys were in my purse and I started it up letting it, letting it warm up before I left. The wipers cleaned off the light snow so I didn't have to get out of the car again. Taking inventory of myself, I was still all made up, my wig was still on but a bit messed, my clothes in good shape and my pantyhose still in good shape without any holes or runs. My face looked like a train wreck. Maybe I could stop and use a bathroom somewhere to clean up and at least look somewhat presentable. I reached under my skirt and realized I had no gaff or panties though. Oh shit, what did Fernando do to me? My butt felt slimy and as I moved it hurt a bit. The tampon was gone and I saw it on the floor in the front seat. Even with being stretched the last two days I hurt now. That mother fucker must have fucked me. He must have drugged me, fucked me and put me back in my car. I began to tear up. I had just been raped. A date rape for sure. He must have slipped me a roofie late last night. The other night, oh shit what day was it. My wife would be calling Sunday afternoon. Was it still Sunday or Monday? I didn't know how long one would be out if they had been drugged. I pulled my car out and on the highway. The radio was broken so I couldn't use that to figure out the day. If I was correct, it shouldn't be Monday. There seemed to be little traffic for a weekday but who knows. Next problem is how to get in my house. We live in a condo on the fifth floor and I have to pass the lobby and use the elevator dressed as Rachael. I'm sure someone will see me and know who I am. Our neighbor usually opens the door when she hears the elevator doors open to see who's on the floor. I'll need to be quick when the elevator door opens. I pull in our parking spot. Good, no one around. I forgot to stop at a bathroom and took a look in the mirror. My makeup is a mess and I don't look like any beauty but I can at least get by. At least I wiped off the dried cum. I fluff up my hair a bit, and to be honest, I look like a cheap hooker who just had a real long night trying to look pretty. Carefully I open the door and slide my long legs out. My purse slips over my shoulder and I'm holding my keys in my hands. The door closes and I walk as quickly as I can across the snow covered lot making sure I don't take a tumble. Ah, finally inside the lobby. I see a man coming out of the elevator. I have no idea who he is and I smile at him as we pass. He smiles back at me and tips his hat. I guess I still have it. The elevator door opens and I step in. Only one last hurdle. The elevator rises and as soon as the door opens I almost run down the hall to our condo and put the keys in the lock. I open the door and hurry inside. Phew. Everything is good. I locked the door and turned around, stopping dead in my tracks. Standing there with hands on hips was my wife. She looked at me from top to bottom and I could see her face get red and mad. I tried to say something and she put her hand up. "Don't say word. So this is what you do when I'm gone. You're sick." All I could do was just stand there. "Where have you been? I get home early and you're no where to be found. Your friends have no idea where you have been since last weekend. Everything's been a big lie. I don't want to hear anything right now. I want all your crap picked up and while you're at it clean the bathroom and our bedroom. I feel dirty now from the mess you left and who knows what disease you're carrying. You look like a slut. How could you!" I took off my coat, no her coat and hung it up and then began to slip off my heels. "No, no sugar. You're going to clean the place dressed the way you are. Fix your face too, your mascara is a mess, your face needs some work and you need more lipstick. It's smeared all over your face. Maybe your date has more info I would love to hear." I had cried on my way home feeling sorry for myself and getting raped by some guy. I kept wiping off dry cum with a tissue and my saliva and made a mess with my lipstick, foundation and powder. I set my purse on the table and she rummaged through it. She laughed at the contents especially the condom, panty liner and tampon. I proceeded to pack up all my things then cleaned the bathroom and bedroom, vacuuming the bedroom floor and even washing the bathroom floor on my hands and knees. My wife was watching and I think got pleasure in watching me work like a maid. She finally left me alone while I heard her talking on the phone in the other room. No what was she scheming? It took two hours to finishing packing and cleaning and my wife told me to come see her in the living room when I was done. She told me to make sure my makeup was fixed and that I look presentable. "Oh and put on some perfume." Why was she having me fix my makeup and hair? I thought she was pissed and disgusted with me. There, some pressed powder and blend it in, some more blush, a fresh coat of lipstick and I was ready to face her. I could still taste cum in my mouth. No time to brush my teeth. I walked very slowly and stood in front of her. "So sissy, where were you?" I had to tell the truth and told her about the bar. I didn't tell her about Fernando or being raped. I did tell her I must have been drugged but luckily made it to my car where I passed out. It was all true. "So when did you go out. It's Sunday afternoon. Quickly I responded it was only Saturday night. Another lie but I couldn't explain away two days as Rachael. She was still mad as she looked away from me and out the window. "Grab your coat and purse. We're going out." I didn't want to go out. I wanted to change back into a man. Now I was getting scared. What did she have in mind? She put on her coat and grabbed her purse. She let me wear her coat again and threw my purse at me letting the contents fall to the floor. She laughed as I knelt down and put my things away. "Make sure you don't forget your tampon and condom. You may need them." She yelled out as she turned and laughed out loud. I followed her in tow as we walked down the hall. Our neighbor opened the door this time and recognized who I was. She smiled and shook her head. Oh shit, no the entire building will know. She is such a busy body. We got to her car and she got in the drivers side. I sat on the passenger seat and slid my legs in. She laughed again. The ride was uneventful. I just gazed ahead with my hands in my lap. I could see her looking down at my manicured nails and just shook her head. I had no idea where we were going. We finally pulled up in front of a store front. I had never been in this part of town before. She got out and I carefully slid my legs out and stood as carefully as I could and followed her inside. She went up to a saleslady and they chatted for a minute or so and then she told me to come over. The saleslady looked my over and told me to go in the changing room and strip down to my bra, panties and hose. Oh no, I wasn't wearing any panties. Not wanting to cause a scene I made my way to the back of the store and on my way was able to grab a pair of pink satin panties from the counter. I hope they would fit. Off came the coat, blouse, and skirt while I removed my hose, slipped the panties up my naked bottom and put the hose back on. Phew, that was close. They were one size too small and my package was bursting to get out. "OK little lady, come on out so we can see what we're working with. This store had all sorts of women's clothes but mainly focused on the service industry and special events like costumes for parties. You know, hospital scrubs, waitress and maid uniforms, adult costumes and even flight attendant uniforms. I stood in front of my wife in only my bra, super tight panties and panty hose. The saleslady took measurements and headed out into the store. My wife was smiling. "I guess you really go all out, don't you? ' She felt my boobs, inspected how I blended in the edges. "Nice set of jugs you slut.", She pulled back the front of my panties and looked in seeing a small landing strip above my dick. "Well, well. Nice bush sissy." She even commented on how pretty my toes looked. This was more embarrassing than anything. The saleslady returned with some things over her arm. She had me put my hands over my head while she lowered a full slip down my body, adjusting the straps so my boobs fit perfectly. She then unbuttoned the back of the dress and told me to step into it. I held her shoulder while I stepped into the pink thing. She pulled it up and fastened the buttons. My wife laughed as I looked down. It was a maids dress with a built in apron with scalloped edges. The collar was open and laid down perfectly around my neck. It was totally femme and frilly as it fit into place, hugging the curves of my body. There was a matching pink maid cap and she pinned it in my hair. I looked in the mirror and I looked ridiculous. The saleslady was also smiling while my wife said we would take it, "Oh and get one in black satin too". I heard a clink and saw a flash knowing I just had my picture taken. She unzipped me and told me to try on another outfit. This time it was a playboy bunny uniform with my boobs almost spilling out of the cups. It was strapless and I didn't need a bra for this so they had me take it off. My wife got a kick out of how easy it was for me to take off the bra easing my arms out of the straps lowering it below my tits, and unhooking it by reaching my arms around behind me. She shook her head and laughed knowing I must have had many years of practice. I changed from my silky hose to black fishnets. Now what did she have in mind? The saleslady pulled the back together and zipped me in. I could barely breathe. "Take short breaths honey. You'll be all right." Short breaths were all I could take. She had to be kidding. I slid on a pair of black, 5 inch stiletto heels and a pink set of bunny ears was pinned to my head and my hands slid into a pair of pink cuffs. To finish it off they clipped a pink collar around my neck. Was all this really necessary? I thought the first outfit was outrageous but I felt so cheap and easy in this get up. This thing was super tight and I had trouble even moving. "There, all set. Now let's see you hold a tray." I was given a small tray and told how to carry it with my arm pressed into my side so that I wouldn't spill anything. I walked back and forth through the store with drinks on the tray, letting my other arm sway out from my body and swishing my hips to attract attention when my wife finally said I could stop. Thank god. "Click" Another picture. Another one chosen by the saleslady was a costume. In fact, it was a Dorothy costume like in the Wizard of Oz. They even had sparkly red heels with whit ankle socks with lace. No hose for this outfit as I waited for the torture to begin. This costume came with it's own corset to give me a very girly shape so I had to go through being tied up while my wife just smiled and watched me get dressed. I heard a click and saw another flash. They took another picture of me in this costume with a Dorothy wig on my head with pigtails and blue ribbon. Luckily it had a longer hem that billowed out so I didn't show much leg. They had me pose with a little basket (for ToTo I imagined) getting as many pictures as they could take. The saleslady told me to be still. She had one more item she thought my wife would simply love. Here I was dressed as Dorothy and told to spin and twirl. This was humiliating as several other sales girls came in the back room and laughed and giggled as I spun around daintily holding my little basket and posing for pictures. I'm sure the youngest girl wasn't even 18 yet. I could tell she was totally amazed at the sissy fem dressed up in her store. The saleslady came back in with a special surprise. She held up a long gown like a girl would wear as a bridesmaid in a wedding. The only problem, this gown was the ugliest thing that I had ever seen, even for a wedding. My wife almost fell off the chair laughing as my head dropped. I can't wear something like this. It's so, so ugly. It even included a light blue parasol. I stripped down right there in front of all these girls as they pointed at my naked tits and tight pink panties and all made up with fluffy blonde hair. I was told to put my hose back on but leave my tits alone. The young girls giggled as I followed my orders immediately. My wig came off and a stupid brunette mass of hair was pulled on my head and pulled back to show off my full face. One girl helped me with the dress as I stepped in and let her pull it up and into place as she zipped up the back. My tits fit perfectly into the built in cups showing off a lot of cleavage. This hideous blue number and parasol was the ugliest thing I had ever seen and here I was in all my glory getting all sorts of pictures taken looking total foolish. My wife clapped her hands and told the girl to pack everything up. Before I got dressed, my wife went through the store and picked out a few more things. I was helped off with the ugly dress in front of the sales girls and put my bra back on, ready to get dressed again. To my amazement she opened the curtain to the back room and threw some clothes in to me. Here, get dressed in these. I'm burning those slutty things you had on earlier. I picked up the clothes and saw a shiny pink dress. Oh shit, she doesn't want me wearing this out of the store. I knew she wanted me to be as embarrassed as possible but this was going too far. The dress was a vintage knee length, short capped sleeves and buttoned down the front with satin lapels. The name "Frenchy" was embroidered over my left breast. It had a small white belt too making it fit very tight. I was fitted with a pair of patent pink 5 inch heels. What about my bra? To fit right and fit into the vintage look my wife had me put on a vintage bullet bra. Oh my god, this thing made me look like a total bimbo with it's pointed tits. The women of the 40's and 50's loved wearing these things I guess. To make sure they points were perfect, the inside of the bra had small cones pressed down into the cup. What these women must have gone through to be stylish. Of course I put on the bra with help from two of the girls watching me and made sure my forms fit in the cups. These points really stood out. I hope she doesn't want me wearing this out of the store. I feel like a total freak right now. She had me sit down while she removed my wig and put this fluffed out pink wig on my head. I felt like I walked out of the movie "Grease". I guess that's why I had the name "Frenchy" embroidered on my chest. Just like the girl in the movie. DUH Was I becoming a real air head in these get ups? She wanted me to feel totally embarrassed and I could tell, wanted to show me off to humiliate me even further. With the tight hem all I could do was take short steps, wiggle my hips and mince my way to the front of the store getting giggles from the other young sales assistants in my pink outfit. I felt very uneasy with my pointed tits. I would draw attention anywhere I went. They knew what I had gone through in the back and saw how femmy I looked now. My wife even made me pay for my things as I fumbled through my purse, spilling my perfume, lipstick, tampon and condom on the counter. The saleslady almost fell over laughing hysterically. I gave her my credit card and paid almost $500 for these things. I had never paid anywhere near that for anything I had ever bought. I had to carry my own bags as my wife opened the trunk. Thank god everything fit. She yelled at me to make sure I laid down the dresses so I wouldn't wrinkle them. I opened my side door and had trouble just sitting and trying to slide my legs in the car. She just erupted in laughter seeing that I wasn't as ladylike as I thought. My hands were crossed in my lap as we proceeded across town to another store. When would this suffering ever end? I forgot to tell you my wife's name. It's Cindy. My male name is Brad. It doesn't really matter right now because I don't think Brad will exist very much longer. It's only a hunch but seeing the look in her eyes, she's not done. She used to be this beautiful, sexy woman until this afternoon. Now she was a vindictive, mean and driven woman intent on making me pay. What would she have done if I told her I was raped and almost made the bitch for some hoodlum. Cindy drove close to our condo. Oh shit, people would know me around here. It was almost 3PM. My head was always facing forward as we got closer to our neighborhood. Cindy pulled up in front of her salon. Oh shit, I knew most of the girls in her. She got out and told me to get my ass in gear. I quickly got out, smoothed my dress and scurried in after her. The place was full with women and all the salon girls were there. Cindy chatted with the woman at the desk, giggling a lot while I just stood still. Finally a cute girl walked up to me and told me her name was Rachael. That was my name. I felt a little connection with her at least. She told me to follow her as I minced back to the changing area. I could hear the women laugh and snicker but held my head high as I walked as feminine as I could through the salon and to the back. She handed me a small smock and told me to undress down to just my bra and panties. It was easy taking off all my things and hanging them up and I slipped the smock over my shoulders. The bullet bra still pushed my tits out into points. Why couldn't I just remove it? I opened the door and Rachael smiled at me handing me a glass of wine that I quickly downed. I felt comfortable with her. Of course she knew I was a man and Cindy's husband. I just don't know what else she was told. Rachael took my hand and had me sit at the wash area. She carefully lifted off my wig and set it on a Styrofoam form. She then washed my longish hair and gently dried the excess water. I was returned to the styling chair and another stylist named Claire came up and played with my hair. I have had my hair cut here before with Cindy but never got this type of treatment before. She lifter my hair, pushed it around and then said she was ready. Ready for what? I sat there for what seemed like hours. I could feel her tugging at my hair, pressing into my scalp and even twisting it a lot. I was faced away from the mirror and couldn't see what she was doing. I could feel a lot of weight though as she whistled away as she worked. She put a net over my head and told me to sit under the dryer for a half an hour. Another wine and then another. I could get used to this for sure. I sat down and another girl came up and began to give me a manicure. I know my nails were kind of short but I did do a nice job painting them a few days ago. She went to work on my cuticles, trimmed the nails back and then proceeded to glue on false nails. Oh shit, I hope I could get these things off. These nails were so long. She worked away on each hand attaching them and making sure they were perfectly trimmed and secure. She then painted each one with pink polish and covered them with oil to help with the set. I held a hand up and oh my, these things were beautiful making my hand look long and slender. I also loved the massage she gave me and the moisturizing she did before she attached the nails. My hands felt so alive, so soft and so feminine. She then proceeded to do my toes removing my polish job and massage my leg and feet making me almost go to sleep. She polished them also and had me sit under a toe dryer for 10 minutes. My toes were now dry and my hair was dry too. Claire took off the hair net and went back to work on my hair. I didn't have much. How could she be doing so much work on it? I just sat there flipping through a recent issue of bride magazine sipping on yet another glass of wine. It's all they gave me to pass the time. I wasn't really thinking about what Claire was doing but I smelled some real awful stuff and then some sweet stuff as she worked away. She then wrapped my head with a cotton towel and told me to go see Jessica for a waxing. Waxing? I already shaved today. I met Jessica at the waxing area and she led me in a room and closed the door. I could smell the hot wax and she helped me take off my ridiculous bra and giggled at how pretty they made my breasts looked. She then had me lay on my back while she used some solvent to unglue my fake tits. She cleaned up the rest of the glue and rubbed some type of cream over my sensitive skin. "OK Rachael, this may hurt at first but you will get used to it quick. I felt her spread hot wax over the tops of my legs and then press on some paper. She waited a second and then ripped off the paper. "Holy shit that hurt." I yelled out as Jessica calmed me. "The first one is a real shocker. It will go much easier now Rachael." She did both legs and then concentrated on my groin. She had me remove my panties and being very professional, worked on my little bush waxing completely off. I was soft and bare as a baby's behind. She then worked her magic on my eyebrows and that hurt too. She removed the remaining hairs on my chest and around my nipples, even waxing under my arms after she shaved off the hair. She then had me turn over to do my back and legs. By the time I was done the only hair I had was on my head and thin, arched eyebrows. Other than that I was as smooth as a new born. The next thing that happened began to worry me. Jessica told me that I would be getting a curvy body and some beautiful breasts. I thought my fake breasts were OK but she commented that I was going to be fitted with the best breast forms on the market and a new padded girdle with a functioning vagina. Jessica went to work having me lay down as she cleaned my chest and spread out a solution over my naturally fleshy boobs. She then positioned one form over my chest, pressed it down and then applied the other one and told me to stay still for five minutes. I just laid there taking in all the wonderful salon smells, almost drifting off. Jessica came back with two jars and some makeup and worked on the edges of each form blending in the color to match my skin color. She seemed pleased with the results and told me to sit up. These things felt enormous. "Yep, they are truly beautiful Rachael. I'm sure you'll catch the eye of every guy tonight." They were very heavy and jiggled as I moved. Yes they were almost real looking and I couldn't tell where the forms and skin met. The match to my own skin was incredible. They looked perfect. She told me to touch them as I lifted my hands, carefully cupping them and then rubbing my hands over the hard nipples. Oh my god, I felt that. I really felt that and looked at Jessica in shock. She was smiling, "They are the newest forms on the market. They bond to your real skin and allow electrical impulses to activate the areas on your own skin almost as if they were real. Go ahead, tweak your nipples." I tweaked them and my knees got wobbly. It was like someone playing with my own super sensitive nipples. This was too much. Jessica was busy opening a box. She then unpacked a longish item looking just like real skin. She told me to step in one leg and then the other as she folded the top down and slid the garment up my body. There were built in silicone pads in the long line girdle to enhance my butt and hips and it even had a built in penis sheath so I could sit down to pee. The anal opening would simply glue in place so I could always use the toilet to relieve myself without having to lower the girdle. I could even get fucked like a real girl if I wanted to. Oh my. This was going over the top. There was a built in lube sack that would release lubricant into my vaginal canal and across my slit so that it was easy for any man to easily slide in and out of my wet pussy just like a real girl in heat. Jessica told me to just rub my slit and insert my finger and I felt the warm lube as I slid my finger in and out. The girdle felt like real skin and just like the breasts, I could the intense electrical stimulation and closed my eyes feeling how good my fingers felt rubbing my new clit. Jessica told me to quit pleasing myself right now and acting like a slut. We had work to do. She had me slip my penis into an elastic sleeve called a Texas Catheter rig that slipped over the end of my dick so it would allow me to discharge like a real girl without leaking. She then pulled up the long waist and went to work sealing the legs and waist, blending in the skin to match my own just like she did on my breasts. Jessica then led me to another chair and then washed my face with a flowery soap and water. She removed all my makeup and massaged my face. I was in heaven. She then spread some lotion on my face below my eyes and under my chin. She told me not to move as I felt it get warm. I sat very still while she busied herself around me. I could feel the lotion cool down and she came back to me with a warm wash cloth wiping off the remaining lotion. My face felt alive. "You will never have to worry about shaving again Rachael. I used a top of the line depilatory that kills all the hair roots and follicles leaving your skin hair free. You will just love never having to shave your face again. I was led back to the styling chair for a third time. Claire didn't say a word and just went back to work. I closed my eyes from all the wine they had given me and the length of time I was in the salon. Claire finally said she was done. I was led to another station and Belinda began applying lotion to my face, then rubbed in some creams, took tweezers and pulled out some rogue eyebrow hairs and went to work on my face. I knew I was getting made over. I just sat back and closed my eyes feeling a pretty good buzz and letting Belinda work her magic. I came back to life as I felt her line my lips and then brush them and cover them again and finally put something else on them saying her work was done. My face felt wonderful and fresh almost like I didn't have any makeup on at all. When I do makeup I feel like it's all caked on whereas Belinda's work was almost natural. I was still kept away from the mirrors as I was led back to the changing area by Rachael. He kept telling me I will just love what the girls did as we entered the room. My hideous pink "Frenchy" dress was gone and there was gazing at another beautiful HOT pink strapless satin cocktail dress. It was extremely feminine hugging my body and accentuating my fabulous tits and ass. It was truly beautiful but there wasn't much to this outfit. "Oh Rachael, you will look simply divine in this hot number. It's the same dress Carmen Electra wore to the Grammy's. You will look wonderful and scrumptious in it." I could tell Rachael was really a bit embarrassed and that she really meant it. Maybe she had a little lesbian in her. LOL There were black stiletto heels with thin straps, and a pair of sexy pink silk panties. I guess I won't need a bra in this number, especially not a bullet bra. I also saw a black and pink laced garter and luscious sheer nude stockings. These things were beautiful. Rachael helped me take off the bullet bra giggling then entire time. There was no need for a gaff with the girdle and my fake pussy. She fastened the garter belt in place and I carefully slid the silk stockings up my long soft leg as she helped clip them in place. I usually hated garters and stockings but they felt oh so sexy right now. The pink silk panties felt wonderful as they slid up my silky legs over the garter to allow easy access for a "friend". Rachael then helped me with the dress as I stepped in. She slipped it up my body and zipped up the back making sure my breasts were positioned perfectly in the strapless cups. My new breast forms matched perfectly and blended right in to my own skin giving me some hot cleavage that was almost bursting out of the cups. I felt tingles too as she adjusted my titties in the cups. I could have had an orgasm just with her getting my new tits fit in my dress. These things really are sensitive and were turning me on. Rachael stood back and smiled saying I looked beautiful. I still hadn't seen my hair or makeup. She helped me with my heels and put on some glitzy dangly earrings with a matching necklace and bracelet. She had me put on a faux diamond ring on my ring finger that looked beautiful with my new manicured nails. I felt so sexy right now. Why would Cindy do all this for me? There had to be a sinister reason. Oh well, just enjoy the moment I say. I was really nervous inside and had tickles all over my body. Rachael handed me a small clutch purse with all my things inside. She giggled and whispered in my ear that she put the condom and tampon back in as well. I began to blush as I kiss her on the cheek. I was ready for my unveiling. Rachael opened the door and it was past closing but all the girls from the shop were still there. I hadn't seen the entire works but I could tell by their faces I looked pretty hot. My wife stood up and clapped. "OK sissy, I guess you've had enough for today. Your date should be here soon so let's get one thing straight. When you come home tomorrow morning things are going to change. Enjoy the last night of freedom as Rachael the slut. You're all mine tomorrow as Rachael the sissy." I was still very afraid of what she had up her sleeve but knowing all the uniforms we bought today I was in deep trouble. "Here sissy, take these pills and a sip of wine. They will help calm you down a bit. A bit of Ecstasy will do you wonders. Ecstasy? Oh well, Cindy knew best." Without thinking I popped the two pink pills in my mouth and gulped down the entire glass of wine. Rachael then had me turn to the full length mirror. Oh my god, I was stunning. I had extensions put in my hair and I was now a light, honey blonde with my hair in an updo and small curly tentrils hanging down the sides of my face. I looked so, so feminine right now and even felt beautiful. It reminded me of a beautiful bride on her wedding day. My face looked totally different. My lips looked fuller, my thin eyebrows accentuated my beautiful eyes, my nose looked thinner and I loved my curves and how sexy I looked in this beautiful dress. My bare shoulders made my neck look thinner and more feminine too. Rachael then came up to me and sprayed me with some Chanel #5 on my neck and wrists. Now that was sexy. She also gave me a small box with a bow. I opened it and inside was a small ankle bracelet with a mall heart. She took it out and latched it to my silky leg. I hugged her and told her I loved her. She blushed as I turned back to the mirror. I didn't want this to ever end but in walked a chauffer telling me my limo was ready. Limo? Where was I going? The girls hugged me and we air kissed just like girls do. One girl wrapped a soft mink wrap around my shoulders just to get in and out of the limo. My wife just snickered and waved at me as I minced my way to the waiting limo. What was in store for me tonight? The chauffer took my hand and helped me into the back of the limo. The lights were turned down low and I slipped across the seat and got comfy. I was all tingly from the wine and I guess the pills Cindy gave me. I couldn't stop smiling and feeling so very feminine. A glass of champagne was poured and I sat back as my driver sped away. We drove for about a half an hour when the limo stopped at a club. I had never been here before. The name on the outside was Illusions. The door opened and the chauffer took my hand. By now I felt no pain. I kept giggling too. I was led to the door and a huge guy opened it for me. "Come on in little lady" he said as I giggled and wiggled my way past him. The club was dimly lit and not very busy. I scanned the crowd and saw quite a few beautiful girls in all stages