The 'Mrs. Hollingsworth' Project (part VI) free porn video

"The 'Mrs. Hollingsworth' Project" (part VI) Another two months went by with Tim living in Ms. Lawrence's apartment. The lessons continued. She now had him dressing fully every day as a proper young lady and in vintage period clothing, and at night sleeping on satin sheets in a similar vintage feminine nightgown. His male clothes had been cleaned and pressed and now hung unused in a garment bag out of sight at the far right side of the closet. Ms. Lawrence continued her program, The finer points of how to apply makeup for different day and evening looks and hairstyling added to Tim's growing repertoire, she had him take over more and more to practice in doing his own makeup, his own nails and in doing his own hair now. She had him doing more and more "lady" things and reading ladies magazines on fashion and hairstyles and makeup and such and kept him dressing fully and kept him in heels and began to teach him how to accessorise his outfits with jewelry, scarves and other feminine accouterments. He was learning to sew and to knit and to work in the kitchen baking cookies and learning the finer points of basic meat and potatoes cooking. Of course he would have servants to take care of nearly everything, but this was part of Ms. Lawrence's program to make him well rounded and give him something to do, to get his mind off of the clothes during his full days dressed and now living as a woman. She wanted him comfortable and she was achieving her goal. She wanted the clothing to become second nature. Ms. Lawrence noted his appearance and often complimented him but kept him busy with other duties like learning how to set a proper table for an elegant meal. Within another few days the feminine clothing Tim now constantly wore went by as second nature, just as Ms. Lawrence had planned. And the feminization lessons continued. "My chest is tingly. And it's getting puffy for some reason," Tim mentioned to Ms. Lawrence one night as he slipped into his nightgown before bed. "It's probably the silicone in your breast forms dear. Maybe a slight allergic reaction. I'll look into it," she said just in matter of passing, playing it down, like it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. But it was! She'd been putting the female hormone estrogen and a testosterone blocking agent in his food and drink since day one. Tim had now been on female hormones for several months. Two days later she produced a jar of topical ointment for Tim to start using. It was a cream for his "allergy" to bring down the swelling in his breasts. That evening Tim laid on his bed, his pink nylon chiffon robe open in front. Ms. Lawrence sat on the edge of the bed putting her latex gloves on as she smiled and looked on with satisfaction at Tim's now budding breasts! She reached into the jar and gathered up a dab of the pink lotion. "It's it's cold!" Tim gasped as Ms. Lawrence slathered the pink lotion to Tim's right breast, kneading and working the topical ointment deep into the tissue. A few moments later the tingling and sensitivity stopped. She then worked the ointment into his left breast in the same way. Once she was finished she buttoned the front of his robe and let him get some sleep. "Is it okay if I take tomorrow off Ms. Lawrence?" Tim asked. "I just want to get out of here for a while if that's okay?" he asked. "Well, you've been working hard and you've been coming along well and have been the perfect student. I think we can allow a day off," Ms. Lawrence agreed. "Maybe a break from wearing those silicone forms will help with my allergy too!" he said with enthusiasm all to Ms. Lawrence's satisfaction. "That's possible. But you'll still wear your lingerie under whatever you wear out right?" she asked just to make sure. She put the jar of ointment on top of a dry white washcloth in Tim's night stand next to the box of latex gloves then closed the drawer and left the room for the night. Her plan was moving along perfectly! The ointment she was using wasn't for any allergy. It was a breast development cream laced with female hormones to give Tim an added boost to his already developing breasts! In addition to the hormones she'd had added a topical anesthetic to the pink gel, to stop his breasts from tingling and from being sensitive so he wouldn't notice as they kept growing. But she knew he'd soon start noticing as his breasts got larger and other changes too! She would pass off this development as an allergy as long as she could and not make the slightest deal of it. But she knew Tim would eventually begin asking questions. She planned on being prepared. The next afternoon Tim was walking down town getting some fresh air. He still had shaved legs, a proper pedicure and was wearing his lace trimmed nylon ladies briefs and pantyhose underneath his jeans. After so long in dresses it felt different now wearing a shirt, pants and walking shoes with his hair combed back and wearing his baseball cap. He entered a corner pub and took a seat at the bar. The bartender came up with a cocktail napkin and set it down in front of Tim. "What can I get for you today ma'am?" The bartender asked. "Ma'am!?" Tim gasped. "Oh, sorry fella," the shocked man replied as he looked Tim over more closely for a second time. "Just a beer huh?" Tim added as he pulled his cap down a little further over his eyes and shrunk into his barstool worried everyone else was now staring. "Coming right up," the barkeep said as he turned to get the beer. Meanwhile Ms. Lawrence was up in Mr. Hollingsworth's office bringing him up to speed! "I've ordered two more sets of silicone breast forms for Tim," she noted. "Why's that?" Rick inquired. "He's starting to develop," she said. "These new forms will give him the same size but the inner portion is more concave in shape to accommodate the extra tissue so he won't feel squeezed. It's something that's needed. But he's starting to wonder. This 'allergy' ruse won't work for long," she finished with a note of concern. "He's already starting to grow breasts?" Rick said with satisfaction. "Yes," she replied. "He's noticed his hair becoming thicker and more luxurious and how his body hair is finer even though I keep him totally shaved smooth. He's noticed his skin getting softer and smoother as well. For the moment I've been telling him it's those scented bath oils and powders and the shampoo he's using. But that will only work for another month at the most. "Can't you just keep keeping him off guard?" Rick added. "Well yes, but once his breasts start to widen and take on weight and as his waist shrinks he'll start to notice. Then, once his hips start to become wider and more rounded the secret will be out. It's already noticeable but I haven't said anything," she finished. "What if he panics?" Rick said. "What if he gets cold feet and wants out!?" "Well, we'll continue on for the time being. But just to be safe I think I'll make an appointment to have his hair done," she said in thought. "What's having his hair done going to do?" Rick wondered. "Well, I'll have it cut in a feminine style, and have it curled so he can't comb it out to resemble anything male. I'll have his manicure done too with long salon nails and a bright polish. Start getting him used to long salon nails in a nice gloss red. Then for a time I think it best to pack up his few male clothes still in his closet and take them away, just in case, leaving him with only dresses and skirts. He won't leave the house looking like that on his own," she reasoned. "We'll return his male clothes later, this is just to get him over the rough spot that's coming," she finished. "But he eventually has to go out dressed as a woman you know. That's part of the plan. I know you can make him look good enough. But can you make him pass convincingly?" Rick added. "It's what I do dahling!" she exclaimed. "He's coming right along but it takes time to get him to overcome a lifetime of male movements and gestures and replace them with feminine ones. And to start replacing the male thoughts with female ones. We'll get him comfortable in ladies clothes keep him living as a woman, then start taking him out to get him used to going out as a woman. In time he'll get comfortable with it. But as I mentioned Richard darling at the start of this program, it's one careful and slow step at a time, one step at a time," she said with importance. Tim sat at the bar sipping his second beer watching sports on television eating the free peanuts provided taking a break from his walking and window shopping. It was a welcome break from his new 'position.' but in being called 'ma'am' it began to dawn on him that Ms. Lawrence may be doing too good a job! Two hours later, back up in Ms. Lawrence's private apartment Tim, still in his jeans, cap, walking shoes and jacket sat at the kitchen table, sipping another beer. "Let's get you showered and cleaned up then we'll dress for supper dear," Ms. Lawrence said looking him over. "Didn't you hear what I said!? They called me 'ma'am' at the bar! For a moment, they thought I was a girl," Tim gasped. "Alright, we'll cancel the dinner, you can take the evening off. But tomorrow we start in again bright and early," she added trying to be flexible but if her program was to continue she had to press on. "Living here isn't so bad is it Timothy?" she added as Tim began thinking. "Nobody's tried to embarrass you, nobody's making fun of you. I've been helping you along haven't I?" she reasoned. "You get to indulge yourself here, by wearing everything you want, everything you like which I may add is a far cry from that one lone suitcase you used to have. And these new surroundings of yours, your new apartment? Quite a step up from where you were isn't it? So much easier to put up with me and this new lifestyle than go into work day after day to a miserable, dead end menial job. Something to think about don't you agree?" she added. At bedtime Tim was back in his nightgown and Ms. Lawrence was back sitting on the edge of Tim's bed slathering more of the breast cream into Tim's ever growing chest. She was impressed at his continued development and how the nipples and areola were getting larger and pinker in color and how they even jiggled now. Tim wasn't. "I think I need to see, to see a doctor Ms. Lawrence," Tim blurted. "Well, the tenderness has stopped hasn't it? And the tingling sensation?" she added. "Yeah, but they're getting still getting bigger!" he fretted. "Maybe it is time to see someone about your condition. I'm sure it's nothing but if you like I'll arrange an appointment," she said working her plan, carefully moving through the obstacle course of problems. She'd had a salon treatment scheduled for the next morning but took Tim to the doctor instead. He refused to wear panties or pantyhose under his jeans so he just wore the jeans and shirt, jacket and hat he'd wore the day before at the bar. They were soon at the doctor's office, the doctor looking him over. "What's going on doc?" Tim asked as he was examined. "Well, it could be an allergy, a reaction to something," The doctor replied. He then went through foodstuffs, what Tim had been drinking what kind of shampoo he used, what kind of deodorant, even what kind of toothpaste then asked if he had been exposed to any wool or rubber or latex or silicone and the like. "Tim couldn't mention the breast forms. So he mentioned the couch with the foam rubber cushions instead. The whole meeting and examination was patently absurd but with Tim finally getting some attention to his 'condition' he grudgingly went along. "We'll start with a series of injections, two every two weeks. That should cure your problem," The doctor said as he began loading two syringes and had Tim drop his jeans enough to expose his bare hip. Tim felt the first injection then as the second one was half way through he began feeling flushed," The doctor said nothing except to continue with that topical cream and then return in two weeks for another checkup. Ms. Lawrence talked with the doctor as Tim waited in the outer waiting room. "I thought I explained the situation to you doctor," she mentioned. "Yes you did," he replied as he put things away then looked at Tim's folder then closed it to turn to Ms. Lawrence. "He's a cross dresser like you said, not a transsexual, not troubled with gender dysphoric thoughts. And he thinks he has an allergy? Just what are you and Mr. Hollingsworth up to?" he questioned. "That isn't any of your concern doctor. Not at this point," Ms. Lawrence replied. "You just keep my star pupil in good health, that's all that's required of you. And oh, you are being paid aren't you?" "He doesn't know you've got him on female hormones does he," The doctor added. "I spotted it right off, the development is classic. You've been dosing his food or drink without him knowing about it. And that breast cream I prescribed? That's not for allergies. It's a hormone laced topical breast cream to develop breasts not to reduce swelling. What's going on?" he asked further. "You're not doing anything illegal doctor so I wouldn't worry. Is Tim complaining? No. So at the moment I don't see a problem," Ms. Lawrence finished. "Well, there's going to be a problem and soon," The doctor added. "I just injected him with a testosterone blocking agent and a full on estrogen injection used in hormone replacement therapy for women which is far more potent than the pills you've been putting in his food. And with him already being on estrogen and that "T" blocker now and with the added estrogen injections? He's going to start to blossom a lot faster now, and a lot more completely, and within the next few months, maybe even sooner. He's wondering already but it won't be long until he's certain of what's happening," he said with concern. "Thank you for your time doctor," Ms. Lawrence said with a smile as she left the examination room and then with Tim in arm left the clinic for home. She felt the apprehension. She knew this was another big step, a critical juncture in her program and Rick's plan and after this Tim would without a doubt know what was happening. He wouldn't just be there to play dress up and strut around for Mr. Hollingsworth anymore but still, until they were finished Tim wouldn't be certain of just how far things were to go. The next day Tim was dressed back in his male street clothes. After a short limo ride they arrived at the back entrance to an old fashioned ladies hair salon that Ms. Lawrence had made prior arrangements with. After she handed the owner of the salon the envelope stuffed crisp new 100 dollar bills the lady ushered Tim into one of the back cubicles of the salon. Ms. Lawrence followed along to supervise. Jacket off, jeans rolled up, shoes and socks off. Were the requirements in the cubicle. Tim complied then felt the pink plastic cape being put over him and clipped at the neck as he settled uneasily, into the salon chair and looking around the room nervously. The lady quickly washed Tim's long brown hair then went to cutting it and shaping it. At the same time another lady entered to do a complete pedicure and manicure. Tim felt his apprehension grow as the lady cut and snipped his hair. Another rinse followed and soon she was working a strong smelling liquid into his hair and scalp. She added some to his eyebrows too! He began to squirm in the styling chair when the lady brought out the pink hair curlers! "We're lightening your hair just a bit Tim," Ms. Lawrence said as she looked on. "Adding a bit of a curl too for a different look." She added as if this was a normal occurrence as the beautician began combing Tim's hair, now shorter by inches. The hair still long but the pony tail was now gone. He felt the strange unknown sensation as the lady began gathering combed sections of hair and winding them into the pink curlers until they were pinned tightly to his scalp. Soon his head was festooned with over two dozen of the tight pink hair curlers! A pink bonnet was then put over the curlers and soon hot air was circulating around the curlers drying his newly styled hair. His pedicure was completed back into its fine gloss red as he looked at his toes back in the familiar toe spreaders. The manicurist then began preparing his fingernails, he looked to the wheeled cart sitting near by and noticed the full set of nail extensions. Moments later after hiving his fingernails trimmed and properly shaped the lady began by gluing on the first nail extension to his right index finger. The uncolored frosted nail was long and extended out over a half an inch from his regular nails. He became worried. He looked to the beautician as she chatted with Ms. Lawrence but with the loud hair dryer and the hot air whistling over his head he could only watch the conversation and not hear a thing. He did notice as the manicure lady glued another long nail and then another to his right hand. Finally she started on the left hand. Tim's head began to spin. He liked the playing "dress-up" thing and being accepted by both Mr. Hollngsworth and by Ms. Lawrence. He appreciated Ms. Lawrence's attentions although he felt that she was pushing him along and rightly so. He liked the elegant lifestyle and not having to work but this was something else now. He felt he was somehow paying for the experience. He thought of his bidding breasts, remembered the flushed feeling he got at the doctor's office when he got those shots for his "allergy," he remembered the bartender calling him "ma'am" when he first sat down at the bar. He was having fun and all trying on clothes and mincing about the apartment on heels for Ms. Lawrence but it wasn't for her amusement as it had been for Rick. She was instructing, smoothing the rough spots. He'd been called "ma'am" because her tutoring was beginning to have an unconscious effect on Tim's everyday demeanor. He felt the hot air drying his hair now as the beautician and Ms. Lawrence continued their easy ladylike chat. He felt the curlers pulling even tighter to his scalp as his hair dried then looked to watch as the manicurist began applying the bright gloss red polish to his newly lengthened salon nails! He felt as if he was falling. It wasn't fun anymore. He felt his masculinity diminishing, fading for some reason. It was too much, too complete and it was getting more and more intense as the days and weeks passed! How could he go down to the corner bar with inch long gloss red fingernails now? And what about his now curled hairstyle? Then he got to thinking how even his male clothes didn't feel right anymore, how the hips of his pants felt too tight and how the waist of his jeans was now loose and how he had to pull his belt all the way in to the last catch to tighten them. He was about to think of even more things but didn't have time now as the conversation ended. The beautician was back, touching Tim's head checking the dryness of his hair set. She then had him close his eyes as she toweled away the solution at his eyebrows. She then trimmed them like Ms. Lawrence had done earlier but this time they were plucked into a much higher, thinner and much more feminine arch. There wasn't any question any more. He wouldn't be going down the corner pub for a pint any more! After a quick drying clear gloss was applied to all the nails the manicurist removed the toe spreaders and wheeled her cart away. The beautician switched the dryer off, removed the pink hair bonnet then began plucking the curlers from Tim's hair. His hair was stiff, tight and a much lighter shade of brown than he had before. "How do you like it dear?" Ms. Lawrence said with a smile as she looked him over. "You've just had your first permanent." Tim felt his stomach begin to churn. He didn't have a large mirror to look into but he could see his fingernails and with the interest that Ms. Lawrence was looking over his new "hairdo" he could only cringe at what they'd done. A half hour or so later the beautician was finished. His light brown hair had been tinted, his brows plucked to the limit, his nails done, his hair cut, curled and set into an unmistakably feminine style. The tight curls done up in vintage 50's style and hair sprayed, lacquered tight! The beautician undid then swished away the pink cape. Tim put his socks and shoes back on then stood to see the beautician folding a ladies pink silk chiffon scarf. He backed away as she tried to swish it over his head. "Let her put the scarf on until we get back, you don't want the wind to spoil your new hairdo, do you?" Ms. Lawrence interjected. Moments later Tim and Ms. Lawrence left the back entrance of the salon. The limo driver noticed as they approached. He noticed Tim with his new hairdo wearing the pink chiffon scarf now tied in a knot under his chin as he walked along, the baseball cap in his hand at his side now held with long gloss red manicured fingertips. An hour and a half later after another bubble bath complete with Nair treatment, Tim was dried, perfumed, powdered and properly made up then back in his bedroom once again as Ms. Lawrence flittered about the room selecting a white lace trimmed nylon tailored slip and a proper vintage house dress and matching purse.. Tim already in his vintage ladies nylon briefs, and tucked into a sturdy satin paneled long legged white panty girdle. The sheer beige nylon hose gartered taut to the girdle garters now shining on his long smooth ladylike legs, his gloss red pedicure showing through the toes of the stockings as he teetered on his white 5 inch open toed ankle strap pumps. She brought over a boned white satin corset and wrapped it around his waist and centered it. She then began working the laces. "A full corset? For dinner?" Tim complained. "It's Friday night, and your first night out to dinner with Mr. Hollingsworth. He hasn't seen you in over a month you know, and since he's our benevolent benefactor I think you owe it to him to be his dinner guest so he can see your progress," Ms. Lawrence said as she began pulling at the white silk laces at the back of the corset, zipping them loudly as they whirred though the stainless steel eyelets causing Tim to wobble slightly until she finally had him hold one of the open closet doors to steady himself. Then, the laces whirred loudly again causing the corset to snug around Tim's shrinking waist and then to tighten, the boned white satin becoming tight and gleaming in the light now as Tim gasped. "I'd rather stay in tonight," he gasped still reeling at the doctor appointment and the hairstyling make over session. And now being more fully and completely dressed than he'd ever been before, right back into the lingerie, heels, nylons and another dress. "We're not going out on the town. We're just going up to Mr. Hollingsworth's penthouse for dinner. Nobody's laughing at you so you just relax and concentrate on your lessons and what you've learned and you'll be fine," Ms. Lawrence said as she yanked once more on the corset laces causing them to sing through the eyelets as both halves of the corset finally closed at the back. Looking beneath his jiggling breast forms jutting in the white lace trimmed bra and over his widening hips he noticed how small his hourglass waist was now. Ms. Lawrence didn't mention that it was the same corset he had worn all along and was finally able to close. The waist wasn't smaller by that much, it was the larger breast forms and his now widening hips that were setting off his corseted waist. She moved to the bed and gathered the full slip and took the floral rayon dress from the hangar and unzipped it to finish dressing him. He got the full slip on and after she zipped it up he smoothed it out. She then held the dress open for Tim to step into. There wasn't a problem until he saw his reflection in the mirror. He gasped at what he saw, he couldn't find himself, it was an out-of-body revelation as the woman in the mirror gasped with red glossed lips at the reflection. "I...I c...can't Ms. Lawrence! It's t...too much!" Tim gasped stepping back taking his arms out of the short sleeves of the dress then swishing it to the floor as he stepped out of it, picked it up and tossed the dress on the bed. He then paced the room mincing on the heels, his wide hips swinging now as he kept his distance from Ms. Lawrence. "I think that dress is full skirted enough, it calls for a pretty petticoat to fill it out," she said as she rummaged through the dresser until she returned with a lace lavished white nylon chiffon petticoat, the three tiers building in layers until the bottom flounce was complete with four frothy lace trimmed layers. "No!" he replied, his thoughts frozen in panic as she swished near with the petticoat. He backed away farther still until he was nearly backed into the corner of the room. Ms. Lawrence, a bit exasperated, paused, then took a seat on the side of the bed to think for a moment as Tim looked on still in terror at how he was dressed and made up. She then got up and began rummaging through the closet and returned to the bed where she tossed blue jeans, T-shirt, flannel shirt, jacket and baseball cap on the bed. She set his walking shoes on the floor by the side bed. "You want to leave? Is that it Tim? Because it's just that simple," she said as a matter of fact as she motioned to the men's clothes on the bed. "It's been a long day, you must be hungry," she added. "It's just a quiet dinner in Mr. Hollingsworth's private penthouse suite. That's all. I don't see what the problem is." "I look like a prom queen!" he said pointing to the mirror, his long lashes fluttering his plucked brows in their high arch, the eyeshadow, blusher and gloss red lipstick on full display under the new hairdo, the diamond stud earrings twinkling in the light, the real pearl necklace securely clipped around his neck. "How about on your working vacation, on the yacht trip with Mr. Hollingsworth? You've done it before," she reminded him. "Yeah but, but that was, that was different," he retorted. "You were modeling an outfit for Richard that he wanted to see you in. And tonight you'll be modeling more clothing that's all. The only difference is that now you'll get to show him what you've learned. You'll swish into the room and be ladylike, feminine and demure just like you've been taught, just like Richard expects you to be," she added. But Tim wasn't swayed. He froze in thought. "You're good at what you do Tim, very good, and you're getting a better at it every day. That's why you're here. You are a catch, a one in a million. Otherwise do you really think Richard would waste his time with a 20 something man? A nobody former manager of a hardware store!?" She said reaffirming her plan, her program, but only to that point to not tip her hand fully. Otherwise, in her mind Tim would have gone out the window right then and there had he known the full scope of the plan, the program and would not have bothered with the elevator or the stairs. "Do you want to throw it all away and quit now? Hum? Because I don't think Mr. Hollingsworth is going to lounge around and wait for you while you take your sweet time over the course of another month or two as you go off on another'soul-searching' adventure." "I...I don't care! He blurted, the panic in his voice now evident. "This is just t...too much"! He gasped. The dressing was always at the back of his mind but it was now far to comprehensive, far too involved and complete. But he also knew he was cornered as Ms. Lawrence played her trump card. Either see what was next, continue on in elegance or hit the bricks. "You're all made up nice and pretty, dressed like a woman and are going to dinner, just dinner," she said. "Tomorrow we'll continue your training and continue to work on your image and deportment. And if not? Well, there are your clothes!" she said waving to the bed once again. "Just think. You can hop in the shower, wash off all the makeup and perfume and then come back and change. Of course you'll have to cut your hair, I'm afraid those curls are permanent, at least until they grow out. I am sure I can find a scissors around here someplace," she added looking around the room as Tim stood there silent. "You can be on the street in an hour and on your way to wherever you want to go. But of course without a car you'll be afoot. And without being under the employ of The Hollingsworth Corporation any longer I'm afraid you don't have the privilege to use the company limo any longer. And you don't have a job to go back to or a place to live anymore either do you. That's so tragic," she added as she spelled things out. "There's a soup kitchen, a mission a couple dozen blocks or so from here. Not a very nice neighborhood but maybe you can get a cot for the night. It's getting colder too, that jacket of yours doesn't look warm enough. Is that what you want Tim? How long will it take you to find another job? How long to save enough money at minimum wage to move into another apartment? And with this economy? What makes you think you won't be right back where you were, at the bottom even after another year or another two years? If that's what you want I'll give your regrets to Mr. Hollingsworth when I go up for dinner," she finished, not mincing her any words any longer. Tim's new reality may have felt surreal but even that paled in comparison to the grinding reality of the street and real life. "C...can't we, can't we just make that dinner tomorrow night instead?" Tim said trying to bargain. "Plans have been made Tim Dahling. The evening arranged, the food prepared and the table set," she added. "I am sure dear Richard already has the champaign chilled and ready to serve. We're expected in less than a half hour." Twenty-three minutes later the private elevator "dinged" as the door opened on the penthouse floor. Two "ladies" now dressed for the evening exited, their dresses swishing, their nylons mincing as they clicked and wiggled along on their high heels. "If he want's a hyper-feminine woman why don't you just move in Ms. Lawrence!?" Tim mentioned in a flash of thought. Only to hear her giggles in return. "Oh dear! I may have the breeding and the class but I'm five years older than Mr. Hollingsworth. Far to old now to be of interest or a 'trophy.' He want's a much younger 'lady.' After all for a man in his position who can have anything he wants that seems much more appropriate don't you think 'Tiffany' dear?" she cooed as they reached the large apartment door and Ms. Lawrence rang the chime. The large double doors swung open to the sight of a fire in the fire place and soft relaxing music in the background. Rick looked on at the 'ladies' with a beaming smile. "Wow! Such lovely ladies. And right on time for dinner and drinks," he said as he ushered them in paying note to see Tim now looking more like 'Tiffany' than ever before as he minced in wearing the shiny vintage floral rayon dress complete with petticoat that flared the full skirt, Tim in white ladies gloves, the straps of his white purse dangling over his right forearm as he minced and wiggled into the foyer and moved off into the living room setting the purse on the couch and setting his gloves over the purse. Rick took notice as Tim's perfume lingered, Ms. Lawrence moved up beside him to judge his reaction. "There's your vintage 1950's housewife dahling. Coming right along isn't 'she'?" she cooed with satisfaction at Rick's approval. "Wow. You, you've really got him looking feminine now. He looks fantastic with the new hairdo!" Rick gasped a whisper with a smile trying to hold his excitement. "His waist looks smaller too," he mentioned. "It's the corset dear," Ms. Lawrence replied with satisfaction. "And he wiggles just like a lady too. Just like on the boat but, better, even more realistic! Maybe you didn't need to add the hip pads," Rick mentioned. "Hip pads? He's not wearing any hip pads," Ms. Lawrence said with a faint smile as she moved into the livingroom leaving Rick stunned as he looked on as Tim took a glass of champaign then minced across the carpeted sunken living room and up the two steps to the large floor to ceiling windows to look out on the twinkling lights of the city scape below. His fluffy petticoated dress shining in the light, rustling, the white satin sash around his waist tied into a large and feminine bow at the back. Rick noticed the shiny nylon stockings and noticed they were fully fashioned and seamed as Tim finally moved up in front of the window, his white patent leather stiletto heels clicking on the tiled floor until he finally stopped to take a sip of his drink as he looked out the penthouse windows now deep in contemplation.