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THE SPIRAL
For years my cross dressing had become more and more sophisticated and
risqu?. Every time I reached a new level, something else would occur to
me and I would be off into new territory. How I managed to keep my
wife, Coleen, in the dark about my little hobby is beyond me.
Particularly, as I had made several slipups over the years, even though
I had never actually been caught in my female clothes by her.
About five years ago I had been demoted as my boss Tom's daughter,
Alice, had been promoted to my job. My boss was in tears as he pleaded
with me to not resign. I was, by far, his best employee but his family
had insisted that they needed a family member to take over the family
business when he retired in two years, so I lost my Executive Vice
President Job. He persuaded me to stay as Corporate Secretary until I
had a better opportunity and that bought him time. But in the meantime
I had put my wife's dream home on the market because of the uncertainty
that lay in our future. It was immediately grabbed up and we decided the
best option was to rent a condominium until our plans were clearer.
Once, some time had passed it became apparent that my new job was much
more suited to my talents and I emerged as an even larger asset to the
firm. Alice is a real jewel and appreciated me almost to the point of
hero worship. Tom confided in me over drinks a few years later that
demoting me was the hardest thing he ever did in his business career and
that he was so grateful that I had continued. I would not be
disappointed in the long run.
I had let my hair grow long shortly after I was demoted. I think
letting my hair grow long was in part due to my rebellion to my job
loss, Coleen losing her dream home and the fact I always admired very
long hair. In fact my hair reached the top of my belt over the next two
years. My wife seemed to accept this character flaw and even got to the
point of braiding it for me as we sat in bed watching TV. I think I
became the daughter she never had and seemed to revel in brushing it
till it gleamed. She once mentioned it was much easier having a husband
with long hair than having long hair herself. But she never accused me
into wanting to look like a girl. This was partly because her younger
brother, Danny who had long hair for several years that was the envy of
all his girlfriends, would never be accused of wanting to be a girl.
A major slipup occurred about two years ago when she was visiting her
mother for a few weeks who lived about two thousand miles away. I was
off work over a long holiday weekend and in a moment of insanity dyed my
hair carrot red. The results were spectacular and I looked like a true
redhead beauty when I wore brilliant red lipstick and sunglasses to hide
my untouched eyebrows, eyelashes and eyelids. I had no problems
whatsoever appearing in public as my slim figure was complimentary and I
mingled with the holiday revelers. The hair package had clearly
indicated that the dye would wash out in 12 to 15 washes. They lied.
As the final day of the weekend clicked away forty washes resulted in a
delicate pink tone to my hair. You know, the color usually associated
with older ladies.
So, I arrive the first day of work after the weekend with pink hair. I
came in early, about 7:30, for some reason. I probably had the hope of
hiding in my office until supper time. About 8:30 my secretary, Susan,
enters my office in a flurry to get things organized before I show up.
We look at each other like two deer in the headlights and her hand comes
up to cover her open mouth.
"Oh Bill, what have you done to yourself? Where did your pink hair come
from?"
I tell her I tried to hide the yellow in my hair and it backfired with
me. Without another word she grabs my hand and pulls me down to the
parking lot. She instructs me to drive to a mall at the edge of town
and we are about two miles from the office before she says another word,
trying to organize her thoughts. I kind of regard Susan as an older
sister and has many times saved my bacon from a bad judgment so I have
never questioned her while she steers me clear of the latest shoal I
have navigated to.
"That was a close one. Bill, what could you have been thinking? Did
you want to throw your reputation in the garbage can while your wife is
with her mother?"
By this time we are at the mall and she dials a number. "Gladys, it is
Susan, can I make an emergency hair appointment as soon as possible
today. Yes, a real emergency. 9:45, thank you." She then phones Mr.
Wong, our outside attorney, and when she gets to him says, "Mr. Wong, I
have just talked with Bill. Can we go over the problem you told me about
last week over lunch today? I know it is unusually quick but Bill
insists we nip this in the bud. Thank you. 12.00 at the club." She
then dials the office and gets our receptionist. "Joan, Bill and I are
at a clients who needs Bill's help right away. We should be back after
lunch." Bill thinks, Susan is always four steps ahead of me but what
does she have in mind.
Five minutes later they are in the local restaurant, having coffee and
waiting for my 9:45.
Susan starts. "Bill, do you trust me?" I ponder this in my mind for
about two minutes and finally come to the conclusion I desperately need
to trust someone, and I can think of no one better than Susan.
She looks at me and with sisterly love in her eyes adds, "How long have
you been a transvestite?" I choke on my coffee-it is a direct hit I
never anticipated. I could deny it, of course but Susan has never
chastised me, even when I made ridiculous mistakes. I take another sip
of my coffee and somehow the words come out of my mouth "I started at
age 9, over 30 years ago."
"Bill, does Colleen know?" "No" I rapidly reply "it would break her
heart."
Susan reaches into her handbag ad pulls out today's newspaper. She
slides it over to me and asks "anyone you recognize?" There is a very
large picture of the some girls celebrating the long weekend. Although
the reporter was interviewing the three gorgeous women to the right of
the photo his camera man included a very feminine pose of the backside
of a beautiful redhead with hair down to her narrow waist. Slender
tanned legs, sling back heels, body to the side, head raised making the
red hair even more sensual suggested a woman in complete ecstasy over
the moment. I remembered it well but was completely unaware that I had
been caught on film.
'Then you are going to have to be a little more discreet." Susan said
in a friendly voice. "The first thing that hit me was that was the same
dress Coleen wore to the Valentine party. The second thing that caught
my attention was that the hair is the same length and shape as you wore
it without a hairband at the summer barbeque a few weeks ago. You make
a very beautiful woman, Bill." Oh, by the way, what is your feminine
name?
"Lottie, Lottie Helena."
"O.K. Here's what I think you should do Lottie Helena. First of all,
get your hair recolored as close to your natural brown color as
possible. Second, have some waves put in it to suggest the hair is
wavier than the girls on the front page. Have it shaped slightly
different than she is wearing, perhaps a tad shorter. Finally, avoid
wearing anything in reds for the next few months which means getting a
new tie right away."
We still had some time before the hair appointment and in the ensuing
silence I start to babble. "I don't know why I do this Susan. I so envy
you women for the beautiful clothes you get to wear and the way your
clothes enhance your bodies."
Susan took my hand. "Bill, there is no doubt in my mind you present a
very passable woman. But what are you going to do with that little
thing called a wife; and with that other little thing called a career."
There is nothing that springs to mind that will satisfy your fetish -
but give me some time and something may occur to me."
Somehow, I got through the day without any reference to the morning
paper picture or any comment about my new hairstyle.
Until she retired 10 years later, Susan and I remained very good
friends. We never engaged in anything sexual even though she was an
extremely attractive woman. She continued a very close friend of Coleen
as well. I am sure Coleen shared confidences with her as I shared with
her. In fact, Coleen and I referred to her as my big sister and after
my narrow escape with the pink hair; I started to call her sis. Several
times sis acted as my buffer and warned me when I started to get myself
in dangerous waters with my wife or my company. I remember one time
Coleen found a woman's bobby pin in our spare bedroom; one of mine that
I was using to put my hair up. Susan defused that situation by claiming
it was hers when the three of us met a few days later and produced two
just like it from her hair. When questioned how the bobby pin got in
our spare bedroom she admitted to going in there to use the telephone
one day when she was over for dinner.
On another occasion I showed up for work with bra straps clearly visible
through my shirt. She quickly shut us behind my office door and
stripped off her camisole. "If one of us is going to show our bra straps
to the world, it should be me" she said with a smile. Her visible hard
nipples under her sheer bra showed she was more turned on than she was
admitting and I was hard as a rock as she caught me gawking at her.
"Thank you, Bill, for making me feel desirable."
I remember another occasion Coleen found a pair of panties that weren't
hers behind the guest toilet. Susan managed to persuade Coleen's sister
to admit they were hers to keep peace between Coleen and myself.
However, Coleen never asked me if I had been wearing female clothes, or
been into her wardrobe or anything about my hobby. Susan tried to
convince me that I should tell her several times but I just didn't want
Coleen to know.
But I was becoming more and more desperate to get dressed up. Then, one
day last January, my mother-in-law slipped on the driveway and broke her
hip. Coleen volunteered to go to her side like a dirty shirt and we
agreed she would stay with her for at least six weeks. I think the fact
I was becoming more moody persuaded my wife to take extra time away from
me. As we parted at the airport, I burst into tears, something that I
had never done before, and I was so embarrassed. Coleen seemed to take
it in her stride, said she was very much in love with me, six weeks
would pass quickly.
I bawled all the way home. What was wrong with me? When I arrived at
home I felt chilled and decided a nice hot bath and hot buttered rum
would cheer me up. As I was preparing the drink I noticed a note on the
fridge from Coleen "Bill, You must remember to take your medication. I
have put out six weeks supply by your sink. I have asked Susan to
regularly remind you as the doctor said it was extremely important that
you don't miss a dosage. Love, as always, your Coleen." Damn
medication, I have been on it for four months and I don't feel any
different."
Downed my medication. Grabbed my buttered rum. Ran a hot bath and sat
on the john trying to feel better. Not having anything else to do, I
look in the cupboard under the sink and see some bath beads we have
stored for about a hundred years. What the hell, I threw a handful into
the cascading water.
I then shaved and decided to put my hair up so it wouldn't get wet. By
the time I got into the tub I was drunk. I noticed one of Coleen's
lipsticks on the shelf over the tub and the next thing I know I am
looking at a pretty girl in the mirror across from the tub. She has
soap suds up to her neck, her hair in a very feminine sweep, a clear
country girl complexion, a pair of plump red lips and a startled
expression on her face.
There is only one thing drastically missing - earrings. I have several
clip-ons but what the picture needs is large hoop earrings and the only
ones in the house are my wife's-pierced. I must have been very drunk
because in ten minutes I am back in the tub with large hoop earrings
added to the portrait in the mirror.
It is so erotic I have to masturbate and when I am finished I am still
not in control. I always had very light body hair the next thing I find
myself doing is shaving my legs, my stomach, my chest, my arms, my
armpits and, if there was anything else, it would have been shaved as
well. While shaving my chest I find a great deal of loose flesh that I
failed to notice before and my nipples are at least four times larger
than I remember when I was bare chested at the barbeque. When I emerge
from the tub I immediately put on one of my padded bras, a 38B, and
after moving my flesh to the cups stare at the mirror slack jawed as
there is no room for more breast. What has happened? The multiple
revelations take their toll and I collapse on the bedroom chair staring
at a very attractive girl with ruby red lips, hoop earrings, morning
after hair, significant cleavage from a black lace bra and a widening
bottom in black panties beyond closed legs. This can't be me. I must
be hallucinating.
Not knowing what to do, I complete dressing as if I were a female. It
takes me the better part of an hour to do my hair and makeup. I choose
one of Coleen's short black dresses that requires me to wear a corset.
True to form I turn out to have a waist a good one and one half inches
smaller than I ever remember. I also have a pair of killer legs with
very shapely calves in four inch heels. But my greatest new found
asset, by far, is my cleavage.
"What other surprises are in store for me?" I ask myself and on queue I
hear the front door open - damn I forgot to lock it - and Susan yells
"Anyone home and lonesome enough to go get something to eat?" There is
nowhere to go. There is nothing to say. So I just wait for the first
person to see Lottie Helena in her full glory. I hear Susan shuffle in
her stocking feet on the hardwood hallway floor and she adds "I brought
company to cheer you up" as she rounds the corner to where I am
standing.
"Oh, my fucking crap" and Susan drops her purse as both hands shoot up
to hide her blasphemy.
Alice is a little more dramatic as she starts while still in the hall
"Bill I hope you don't mind a second dinner date for....." and stops with
her eyes bugging out of her head....... "I think I am going to have to go
back home and get changed to keep up with this crowd".
Lottie replies 'Well ladies, you are early. Drink's anyone?"
"Alice, I would like you to meet Lottie. And yes Lottie you can get me
a double Gin and Tonic to start with."
"I have only one question" says Alice pointing to my chest "are those
knockers real? And I desperately need a double Gin & Tonic as well." I
have never known Alice to have more than a wine spritzer.
"As I found out about a half an hour ago, apparently the answer is yes."
And Lottie turns on his 4 inch heels and goes to the liquor cabinet.
Susan finally regains her composure. "I feel we are in the middle of an
avalanche armed only with a table spoon." Maybe we had better just have
our drink and decide something really important like which restaurant we
should try, I know a really great place about two hundred miles from
here."
She is standing at the window trying to figure if it is too late to
catch a plane to another country when a taxi pulls up in front of the
house. "I do believe that is Coleen getting out of that cab- are you
sure this is not a nightmare?"
They hear the front door open and Coleen's cheery voice "Honey, the
flight was finally cancelled and I decided you can take me to dinner
instead. Is that Susan's car outside? What are you two up to, no good,
I ...? and Lottie meets her as she rounds the corner. She gives her a
passionate kiss on her gapping mouth and hands her a double Gin and
Tonic which she polishes off in one swallow.
"My God, you are drop dead gorgeous. Turn around, sweetheart. Let me
get the full impression" as one by one the occupants in the room start
to breathe again. "Wow, I am jealous - that dress never did anything
like that for me."
She then goes over to the telephone to phone Alice's father "Tom, its
Coleen. Do you think you can tear yourself away from that basketball
game and come to party with us? Dinner at the club in one hour.
Listen, if you don't want to appear conspicuous, you better wear a
dress........ Yes, Bill has finally decided to come out and those hormones
from the medication I have been feeding him have blossomed big time.
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