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FLAT MATES
Chapter 4: Suzy's Party
I had thought that my purchase of a single dress for Suzy's party would
complete our feminine business and that we would now head home and I
could get back into sensible male clothes; but it was not to be! Whilst I
had been preoccupied with Frankie and deciding which dress I was going to
buy for Suzy's party, Gloria had become bored and had moved away to
rummage through Frankie's sale rail. No sooner had I said I would take
the black velvet dress than Gloria shouted out, "I've found something
else that will be perfect for you." I turned and she was holding up a red
knit dress. It had elbow length sleeves; a high neckline; and fell, in a
straight skirt, to some two inches above the knee line. I had to admit it
was very pretty, in a simple, classic way. "But I don't need another
dress," I protested. This is definitely "one night only," remember?"
"I know," replied Gloria, "but I am sure it will look really good on you
and you ought to spend as much time "en femme" as possible over the next
week; you can't wear the same dress every day; it just isn't decent!" We
all collapsed in helpless laughter.
"That is the silliest thing I have heard you say!" I exclaimed, "But, OK,
if you think I need more than one outfit, I am so far over the top at the
moment that I'll do whatever you say." This remark was a BIG mistake, as
Gloria and Frankie took me at my word and, before I knew what was
happening, I had a pile of dresses, tops, and skirts in front of me.
Frankie was laughing fit to bust. "I can't remember when I last had so
much fun!" she eventually managed to exclaim. "I'll tell you what; you
take all that pile, and the things you have already chosen, and you can
have the lot for ?250; I'll even throw in a wig! I agree with Gloria that
the red dress will look really great on you, but not with the wig you are
wearing. I have another; slightly darker blonde and straight, not wavy.
It will set the red outfit off to a tee! I also think I have shoes that
will go with some of those outfits and I throw them into the pile as
well!"
I couldn't argue with Frankie's generosity. Even if I never wore the
clothes she was offering to me; I could not turn her down. She ran a
commercial business, yet, out of friendship for Gloria, she was offering
me clothing at way below market value. I thanked her kindly and accepted
her deal. We packed up the, alarmingly large, pile of clothes and I paid
Frankie her ?250. Gloria and I bundled the clothes into bags; thanked
Frankie profusely and staggered out of the shop.
"I can't believe I have just bought so many female clothes," I gasped. "I
only agreed to dress up for one night, just to please Suzy. What am I
going to do with the rest of the things?"
"I don't know," confessed Gloria. "You can wear some this week in
practicing for the party; as for the rest, well, just go with the flow;
if you want to wear them you can; if not, then down to the tip!"
We wandered back towards the centre of the City. "What now?" I asked
Gloria. "Are we done?"
"Not quite," she replied. "You need some hose and, if I can bring you to
do it, I recommend you get your ears pierced. It will give you a much
greater choice of jewellery and it's not as if ear piercing is uncommon
among men these days. If you don't like it just leave it and the
piercings will heal over in a couple of weeks." By now my adrenalin was
racing through my body and, without considering the consequences, I said,
"Why not? I've gone so far today; pierced ears seem quite a minor
matter!" Without further ado Gloria lead me into a jewellers and within a
few minutes I came out sporting a small pair of gold studs and a leaflet
explaining how I needed to car for my ears over the next few days.
A quick visit to Primark furnished me with several pairs of tights and
stockings.... and a suspender belt! Gloria insisted on buying me one
saying, "If you are only going to be a girl for a day, then you really
must experience the sensation of suspenders pulling at your stockings
under your skirt. I couldn't say "no," to her!
Eventually we got back home. My purse was lighter by about ?300 in total.
I just hoped the party would be worth spending all this money! We
unloaded all the parcels on the dining table and I was staggered at the
quantity of female clothing I now possessed. "I'll never wear all of
this," I protested.
"It doesn't matter," responded Gloria, "honestly you haven't spent very
much - a party dress in one of the smarter shops would have cost you a
great deal more than this entire collection put together! Some you will
need to wear this week, just to become comfortable in female clothing. As
for the rest; well you may decide to keep some things after the party;
the rest you can throw away." I had no intention of building up a female
wardrobe; Suzy's party was definitely a "one-off" for me, but I didn't
argue with Gloria as I had to accept her basic premise, namely that I had
got a really good deal over my purchases and, in real terms, they owed me
nothing.
For the next few days when I wasn't actually in class, I wore female
clothing all the time. Gloria coached me constantly on how to stand; how
to walk in heels; and how to sit when wearing skirts. She taught me how
to apply my own make up and how to fasten the various hooks and eyes and
zips on my new clothing. By Friday I was really quite proficient and
Gloria declared herself satisfied with my progress.
The day of Suzy's party dawned. I awoke and instantly remembered what day
it was. Today was going to be the occasion of my debut in public as a
cross-dresser! (I chose not to count the shopping trip a week earlier;
that was just by way of a practice!) Over breakfast Gavin asked me if I
was looking forward to the party. I replied that in an odd way I was.
Having spent the last week practicing how to behave and look like a
woman, I was sort of excited to see what others thought of me. Somehow
Gavin kept me occupied on my University work until mid-afternoon when he
finally said, "I think it's time we started to get ready for the party."
I gulped and said, "OK!"
Gavin sent me into the bathroom first with strict instructions to give
myself a really close shave and to use the hair remover cream to ensure
my body was nice and smooth. "Do you want me to give you a hand?" he
asked with a smile. I knew he was joking but managed to stammer out a
quick "No thank you!" It didn't take me long to complete my ablutions and
I shouted out to Gavin that the bathroom was all his. I went into my
bedroom and started to prepare myself.
First on was the gaff. Although I had been wearing one all week, it was
still a struggle to get myself properly "adjusted," down there but I
managed it eventually. Next I put on my long-line, black bra. By now I
was accustomed to manipulation all the hooks and eyes. Inserting the
breast forms I pulled my chest flesh into the semblance of nicely rounded
tits. Once Gavin had finished in the bathroom, I asked him if he would
help me tighten my corset. He was happy to do so and, in a few moments, I
had a respectably curvy figure.
Gavin went off to his own room to start his transformation into Gloria,
leaving me to struggle with my unaccustomed suspender belt and stockings.
Eventually I managed to fasten the welt of the stockings to the six
suspender clips. I had to admit the sensation of moving tension across my
thighs as I walked round the room was quite mind blowing! My final piece
of underwear was my pair of Spanx knickers. Once I had pulled these into
place I presented a smooth, feminine figure. I sat down in front of the
mirror with the various make-up products Gavin had loaned me. I was by
now reasonably competent with basic make-up, but I called for help when I
got to the eye-liner and false eye-lashes. Gloria - (for by now "Gavin,"
was well on the way to becoming "Gloria") - came across and helped me
finish off my make-up. I stepped gingerly into my new dress and tugged
the hemline down as far as it would go. Even though I was supposed to be
presenting myself as a woman tonight, I was still not comfortable
flashing my thighs for all to see......and I had the added problem of trying
not to show my stocking tops to all and sundry!
I slipped my feet into the silver heels and carefully lowered Gloria's
long, blonde, wavy wig onto my head. It didn't take long to fasten a
chunky white stone necklace around my throat and to slip beaded bracelets
over each wrist. Gloria had found me a fabulous pair of dangly earrings
that matched the rest of my jewellery. I slid the hooks into my newly
healed, pierced lobes. The weight of long earrings still came as a
surprise to me, even after a week of trying out different styles.
"I think I'm done," I called out and Gloria, who by now was totally
transformed, came through and gave me a careful once over. Apart from the
odd tweak to my hair and the adjustment of a shoulder strap, she declared
herself satisfied.
"Just one last thing," she announced and gave me a quick squirt of
perfume behind my ears and under my chin. "We want you smelling nice for
all the boys," she joked. (At least I hope she was joking!)
Gloria looked stunning in a knee-length black, lace dress with blonde
hair piled high on her head in an elaborate series of knots and pleats.
She had chosen black and silver jewellery and looked stunning. She stood
beside me so that we could both see our reflections in the same mirror.
"We could pass as sisters," she mussed, with a smile. "Would you like to
be my "sister"?" I blushed furiously and muttered "I think I'd rather
have a closer relationship than that." Gloria started back in surprise
and I hastened to add, "Only joking, of course!" The moment passed and we
recovered our cool. But I had said it; why I just don't know. The fact is
that subconsciously I had come to think of Gloria as a real woman and was
starting to really fancy her something rotten; ridiculous, of course, but
in future I would need to be careful not to mix fantasy and fact!!!
As we were both very stylishly dressed, we had decided to get a taxi into
town and, at the appointed time we grabbed our clutch bags and climbed
into the cab. The Village was bustling when we arrived at Napoleon's with
several trannies parading up and down Canal Street. We told the guy on
the door that we were here for Suzy's party and he directed us upstairs
to the private room she had reserved. Suzy gave a squeal of delight as we
entered and rushed over to embrace us. She gave me an especially warm
hug. "See Katy," she said. "I told you that it wouldn't be long before
you embraced the fact that you are one of us and got yourself into a
dress. And what a dress! You look FABULOUS!!! If I am not careful you are
going to upstage me at my own party, I blushed deeply and muttered that
there was no way I was going to outshine her and, anyway, my dressing was
for one night only and just to please her. Suzy smiled enigmatically as
she thanked me for being so thoughtful.
As Suzy went off to greet other guests, we noticed that Tessa, Simone,
Phyllis and Tanya, the "girls" I had met on my first night out in The
Village were sitting across the room, so we went and joined them. They
too were delighted I had had the courage to come to the party in a dress.
Although it was second nature to them, they could all remember the
terrors experienced the first time they had ventured out in public in
heels and skirts.
The party developed into quite a thrash. Suzy had booked a really good DJ
and before long I found myself up on the dance floor twisting away with
all the other "girls". After on particularly strenuous set I decided I
needed a rest; I still wasn't used to wearing heels, and went across to
our table to sit down. The other girls stayed on the dance floor. I was
just taking a sip of my drink when a voice said, "Do you mind id I join
you for a minute?" It was Alec, the gay guy who had accosted me in the
Purple Python. As he had made his peace with me later that same evening
there was no reason to be stand-offish, so, looking up, I smiled and said
"Of course; how are you; I haven't seen you since that night in the
Purple Python."
"Oh I'm fine," he replied. "And you? I see you are wearing a dress
tonight, and very lovely you look too, if I may say so."
"You may indeed Sir," I responded with a little bow of the head. By now I
had probably had just a bit too much to drink, to the point where my
tongue ran ahead of my brain! "I trust you have forgiven me for my crass
advances that night?" he enquired seriously. "Yes, of course," I replied,
"you apologised the same evening and I am not on to bear grudges."
"I'm so pleased," Alec continued. "You must realise I fancy you something
rotten, but I understand that you aren't gay so I promise not to press my
suit! I hope, however, that we can still be friends?"
"I would like that too," I responded. "Sitting here wearing a frock, I
can't hardly afford to be judgemental about other people's life choices!
I'd be happy to get to know you better - just as long as you realise that
is as far as it is going to go."
"OK, we have a deal," said Alec, offering his handshake to seal our
bargain.
We chatted amicably for several minute and I discovered that Alec was 27;
a clerk with a major firm of solicitors; and, like me enjoyed good food
and wine. "I know some fabulous little restaurants in Manchester," he
enthused. "Some of them are a bit expensive so I guess that you, as a
student, won't have been able to afford to try them. I'd be delighted to
take you to one some evening; my treat - but no strings attached!" he
hastened to add.
"I'd like that," I replied, "and I'm not too proud to accept your kind
offer."
"It's a date then?" he responded eagerly. "How about tomorrow night?" he
continued. "I know it's a bit sudden, but during the week I am normally
too busy with work to go out socialising."
"Well you are a bit of a fast worker," I replied with a smile, "but OK; I
tend not to go out much during the week either. They keep us far to busy
with assignments at Uni."
"I promise to behave," Alec reassured me, "and I'll pick you up at 8pm."
- (I gave him my address and phone number) - "I have just one request.
Will you please come out with me en femme? I think you look gorgeous
dressed as you are and I would be proud to be seen escorting a beautiful
lady around town. At the very least it would give some of my gay friends
something to talk about!"
This request was a bit of a shocker. I had intended that tonight would be
my one and only excursion in a dress, but Alec had asked so nicely and
his eyes were pleading with me to say "yes," so, somewhat reluctantly, I
agreed. At this point he other girls started to drift back to the table
so Alec leaned over, kissed the back of my hand, and said, "See you
tomorrow then; 8pm sharp!"
This last little tableau did not escape Gloria's sharp eyes and, of
course, she wanted to know exactly what I had been up to with Alec. I
explained that he had kindly offered to introduce me to one of the better
restaurants in Manchester and that I had accepted. The girls all shrieked
with delight. "Ooh a date! Lucky you; Watch out for his hands; don't do
anything I wouldn't...not that will limit you much!" (This last from Tessa
who I gathered was known for being one for the boys!) I managed to laugh
off most of their banter, insisting that we had agreed that this was
going to be just two "mates" who happened to both enjoy good food, trying
out one of the better places to eat. Needless to say my protestations
were drowned out in jeers. I smiled wanly and gave up trying to convince
them. Truth to tell I was a bit concerned myself that I may have gone too
far in accepting Alec's invitation. Still I had, and that was all there
was to it - even if it did require me to wear a dress one more time!
The party started to wind down shortly thereafter and, having thanked
Suzy for a wonderful evening, Gloria and I found ourselves a cab and
headed home. Back indoors I filled Gloria in on what I had promised to
Alec. "Well I know I told you he was "harmless", but he's not one to miss
out on a chance. He seems to like being with trannies, so my advice to
you is to be on your guard tomorrow night if you don't want anything
untoward to happen."
"But what am I going to wear?" I wailed. "I can't let him see me in the
same dress twice!"
"Typical woman," laughed Gloria. "Here I am warning you to guard your
virtue and all you can think about is what dress you are going to wear!"
This repost caused me to dissolve in laughter too; it was so true; I
really was worried about what I was going to wear.
"I'd suggest you wear that red dress we found at Frankie's," advised
Gloria, all femininely concerned about this vital issue. "With the
matching red shoes and your new wig, you will knock Alec off his feet!"
So, having resolved that serious matter, we hugged each other and retired
for the night. (This was the first time I had hugged Gavin/Gloria; it
just seem right whilst we were both "girls".)
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