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Claudette and I were exhausted but so happy. After our session on the
bidet we put on our nightgowns, (I was so sexy in my long satin bra
busted gown), and with each of our head still wound tight with rollers,
we fell into a blissful sleep. As soon as I waked in the morning I smelt
Claudette brewing a strong parisian coffee. I wrapped my robe over my
nightgown and tiptoed behind and cupped her breasts in my hands.
"Ah, good morning, my little sleeper. I have coffee for you."
"Last night was so amazing, Claudette, I thank you."
Claudette softly kissed my still lipsticked lips. And tweaked a nipple on
my satin covered bosom.
"Wendy, did you bring any clothes over with you last night other than
your nightie?"
"Yes, Claudette, I brought a skirt and a beautiful white cotton scoop
necked peasant blouse."
"That sounds lovely, dear. Why don't you just shower and shave here, I
have everything you might need. Then I thought we might drive out to
Giverny to see your MOnet's home and studio. I have car and driver
ordered for 10:00AM. So get your toilette taken care of and I will do
your hair, I have a great idea for it, and we will be off."
"Wendy, be sure to change your tampon. I am sure your period is
starting."
I lowered my eyes and finished my coffee and went to the boudoir to do my
toilette. I stripped and put on the shower cap over my curlers and then I
reached down and removed my first soiled tampon. The soggy mass easily
slipped out and I disposed of it.
After showering and shaving very closely, I stepped out of the shower and
dried myself off.
The first thing I did when I was dry was to squat over the bidet and
insert into my sissy pussy the first tampon I had ever installed by
myself. It was surprisingly easy to apply. And I so enjoyed the feeling
of fulness as I withdrew the applicator. The little string, hanging so
delicately, was just the note of femininity I needed to start another day
as a woman.
I stepped into a white nylon panty and then arranged a strong white panty
girdle around and over my ass. I was hooking my molded cup white satin
bra when Claudette knocked on the door and asked if she could come in.
"Wendy, I know you said you had a skirt you were planning on wearing
today. But I thought that you have been wearing so many skirts that maybe
today you would like to try something different. With the lovely peasant
blouse you described I thought that you may just be about my size and you
could wear a pair of my capris. It is very countrified at Giverny and a
peasant blouse and capris might make you feel more comfortable and one of
the girls."
"That sounds delicious, Claudette. Let me try them on."
I quickly put on a pair of knee high nylons and then stepped into the
pink back zip capris Claudette held out for me. They molded to my panty
girdle and encased my legs divinely. I lowered the white cotton peasant
blouse with little cap sleeves and a scoop neckline which showed the
cleavage my bra had molded. The ensemble was darling!
As I stepped into a pair of soft pink flats, I felt Claudette reach
around my next and place something there. It was a necklace of gold chain
with a engraved gold plaque hanging from it, right over my breasts. On
the plaque was engraved the word "SISSY". It was so adorable! I loved it!
When I turned I saw that Claudette was wearing the same necklace but her
plaque said "MISTRESS". We both broke out laughing.
"Now, my little Sissy, it is time to do your hair or we will be late for
the car. I think that today calls for a different feminine style for my
sissy. You will be a mass of curls, tightly structured into a low
bouffant that Doris Day would die for."
So Claudette unrolled my hair and the curls stayed springy from being
slept on all night. Some spray and magic flicks of Claudette's styling
brush and curls bounced and rebounded all over my head. Set off by the
proper earrings I had a second style which allowed me to be a feminine as
I could be. I loved it.
So off we went to Giverny. The weather was gorgeous. The flowers and the
pond lent itself to romance and Claudette and I kissed at every
opportunity. Two women kissing was not unusual on the Japanese Bridge at
Giverny. A leisurely luncheon in the little town and a stroll hand in
hand thru the little shops was just the break from the bustle of the city
that we both needed. Before we got back in the car (I don't know where
Claudette gets her money, but she has a lot) I stopped into a ladies room
and changed my tampon once again. I loved the fresh feel it gave me.
We returned home and I went to my apartment and Claudette to hers. Just
as soon as I closed the door behind me the phone rang. I answered: "Bon
Jour". and it was Jacque.
"Wendy, I have the evening off. Would you join me for dinner and maybe
some dancing?"
I couldn't say no. I don't think I wanted to say no. So I said yes. And
called Claudette at once.
"My you are a popular minx aren't you? You make me smile. Go, and have
fun and tell me all about it. All the details."
I kept the peasant blouse on, taking off the SISSY necklace and replacing
it with a strand of navy beads. I took off the capris ( I enjoyed women's
pants now that I had worn some) and did step into the navy pleated skirt
I had originally intended for today. The flats were exchanged for three
inch navy pumps, my make up was heightened and perfume was added and I
was ready and at the door when Jacque came right on time. I was getting
this woman thing down rather well for a 60 something male.
We had a wonderful meal at a bistro on the Rue de la Seine. Soft lighting
and a live band playing soft standards and couples dancing on the small
dance floor. At the end of the meal, rather than go to the ladies room, I
took my compact and lipstick out of my purse and started to freshen my
lips. Jacque seemed mesmerized by my work. As I finished I twisted the
tube so that it was halfway up and leaned forward and made to give the
tube to Jacque.
"Would you like to use this too, Jacque? You seemed to be enjoying
watching me use it."
Jacque laughed self-consciously, "No, my dear, you are just so sexy when
you do it. I am sorry if I was staring. Let's go dance."
OK, new for me, dancing with a man. Well I am a woman now and that is
what I am supposed to do. He took me by the hand and I rose only heels
and followed him to the dance floor. His arm went around my waist and he
drew me into him. The music was lovely and soon I was under it's spell.
Slowly Jacque brought me closer and tighter to him. My panty girdled
abdomen was gently rubbing something that Jacque loved dearly. My breasts
pressed against his chest and my head rested with all it's curls on his
shoulder. His one hand pressed my upper body to him and the other hand
cupped my girdled ass. As the dance ended he took my chin and raised it
up and kissed me. I like dancing with a man.
On the way home we walked through the Place de Furstenberg, and in the
gaslight lit square we sat on a bench and acted like two teenagers in
heat. His hands were all over my body. Squeezing my breasts and tonguing
my mouth, I was getting very hot. So was he. I placed my hand over his
penis and gently rubbed. Something happened and suddenly he was very
quiet and breathing hard. I took him by the hand and we stood up and I
put my hand on his chest and said: "Come on, Big Boy, take me to my door
and you can go home and dream."
Jacque had many hours to work the next few days but he called me everyday
and we talked and talked. Naturally all the details were told to
Claudette down to the last ass pinch. Claudette and I spent a great deal
of time together, especially with me learning the ins and outs of
femaleness.
On Monday morning, Jacque called and said that he didn't have to go to
work until three that afternoon. He wanted to spend some time with me. I
told him that I was walking out the door to go have a pedicure at the
nail salon on the corner of Blvd St. Germain and Rue Nazarine. He should
meet me there as soon as he could and please come right in the salon to
find me.
When I got to the salon he had not arrived yet so I told the receptionist
to be on th look out for my boyfriend. Clarise was working her magic on
my toes when Jacque arrived with a bashful look on his face and carefully
stepped into the salon.
"Jacque, over here, come. See what I go through to make myself pretty for
you."
"This is my friend, Clarise, who does wonderful things with polish."
"Hi, Jacque, Wendy has told me all about you. You are even more handsome
that she says."
Jacque blushed a thank you, and sat down in a chair next to the pedicure
throne.
"Jacque, have you ever been in a nail salon before?"
"No, Wendy, I haven't. I am a little scared with all these women around
and the different smells."
"Clarise, take a look at Jacque's nails, would you please? I don't think
he ever takes care of them."
"You are right, Wendy, Jacque has the usual man nails, no shape and
somewhat dirty."
"Well, there is no time like the present. My toenails have toddy and
while they are doing so maybe you could do something with Jacque's finger
nails."
"Mais Oui, Madame Wendy, I would be happy to do so."
Poor Jacque looked to be in shock. With out being able to say a word,
Clarise had taken his right paw and started in on the bog goof. Fingers
were soaked and clipped and filed and cuticles were pushed and trimmed. A
decent nail started to emerge and Jacque seemed fascinated by what was
being done to him. When Clarise had finished the file work she looked to
me and mouthed the word "polish?"
I nodded and said out loud: "I think clear polish would be best. And
Clarise, three coats, please."
Clarise selected an OPI clear called Shiny Brilliance and after three
coats and twenty minutes under the nail dryer, Jacque had a new look on
his nails to go with the astounded look on his poor face. But his nails
were to die for. All the women in the shop, to Jacques horror, stopped by
to see the process and the finished product. Some were disappointed that
Jacque's nails were not as colorful as they would have liked to see on a
man. Like I told Jacque on the way out, maybe next time pink would be
more proper.
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