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FINDING MY VOICE
Chapter 3 - Taking Things a Bit Further
After my visit to Illusions, my experimenting with cross-dressing took on
a new dimension. I knew I could transform from a nerdy, 35 year old male
into a pretty, late 20's woman. And, what is more, I really enjoyed the
sensation of wearing female clothing. The constriction of bra and corset;
rasping of stockings; and the sense of freedom of a skirt over trousers
was a real turn on. (Surprisingly I don't mean sexually. My on-line
researches had indicated that for some men cross-dressing was a means to
getting off. I hadn't found that. For me it was the sense of "rightness"
and peace that mattered.) I purchased some cheap makeup from Boots the
Chemist and practiced for hours in front of the mirror. I couldn't yet
achieve the same standard that Imogene had demonstrated, but I was
definitely getting better. I no longer looked like a clown with colour
smeared all over my face; rather I was a fairly average "girl next door".
I also practiced hard so as to be competent walking in high heels.
Fortunately Mummy and I took the same size in shoes - her feet having been
relatively large for a woman, whilst mine were smaller than the average
for a man - so I had a number of different pairs to practice in - of
differing styles and heel height. After a couple of weeks I could safely
navigate my way around the house in 4-inch heels.
I still agonised over my hair. I definitely needed to buy myself a wig but
lacked the confidence to purchase one on my own. From my researches I knew
that good quality wigs were expensive and I didn't want to waste money
buying something that didn't work for me. In the end I decided I would
make another booking to visit Illusions and consult Imogene.
I knew that if I visited Illusions again, Imogene would expect me to have
dealt with my body hair problem. So, once again, back to the internet to
find a strong depilatory. I found one that looked promising and ordered a
tube. I also discovered a product that promised, after hair removal, to
inhibit re-growth; so I ordered a tube of that as well. The first time I
used the depilatory, it was rather shocking to see my hair disappearing
down the drain in the shower! I applied the growth inhibitor as instructed
and waited to see what would happen. It took quite a few days before I
started to feel the prickly sensation of hair re-growth. Further
applications of the treatments certainly reduced the extent of my body
hair and the hair that did re-grow was definitely sparser and more widely
distributed. The sensation of sliding stockings up my newly denuded legs
was wonderful!
When I rang Illusions, Imogene was clearly pleased that I had decided to
make a return visit. This time I booked a longer session and, when the day
came, drove over with a mounting feeling of excitement. Once again Imogene
opened the door and ushered me in. As previously I stripped down to robe
and panties to allow Imogene to work her magic on me. The routine followed
was the same as on my previous visit; makeup; foundation garments;
stockings; and heels - but, of course, as I now had hair-free legs, I was
able to dispense with the dance tights and go straight to sheer, sexy
stockings.
This time, however, Imogene did not put a wig on my head and left the
mirror covered as she asked me to stand to put on my outer garments. This
time she clothed me in a white outfit. A mid-calf cotton skirt was teamed
with a loose-sleeved blouse which allowed a tantalising glimpse of
cleavage. Imogene tugged my chest flesh around until I showed a
respectable amount of bosom above my forms! A white elastic belt and
stilettos completed my outfit, which was accessorised with white beads,
bracelets, and gold hoop earrings.
Finally Imogene get round to fitting a wig. She spent quite a long time
working on it and, when she finally declared herself finished and removed
the scarf from the mirror; I could why it had taken so long to get right.
This time the wig was mid-blonde; longer than the one I had worn
previously; and brushed and pinned into a bit of a top-knot. I loved it!
"I thought that with a neutral white outfit, we could play around with
different wig styles and colours until we find the "one" for you" Imogene
said. "Having run Illusions for many years, I know the most reliable
websites that offer wigs for sale. I am confident I can purchase what you
want for considerably less than you would pay in a shop. Now let's have
some fun!"
We spent a long time playing around with Imogene's collection of wigs. I
lost count of how many I tried on; blonde ones; brunette; redhead; long;
short; curly; waved; and straight; - the choice seemed endless!
Eventually, between us, we came down to a choice of three; the long blonde
one Imogene had put on me at the start of our session. "This one offers a
lot of potential as it can be dressed in a range of styles" she said, "it
is a very versatile wig and I use it a lot." My second choice was a
shorter pale-blonde wig without any highlights. This one just fell to the
nape of my neck, but the tousled way in which it fell over my eyes and
ears was very attractive. Finally, there was a long, red, fairly straight
wig. I felt instinctively that I was really a blonde, but there was
something about red hair that appealed to me. I asked Imogene to explore
the best price she could obtain on all of them. To my surprise, when I
added up the cost of each, the total was less than the price a single wig
that I had been considering from a well-known retail supplier. No contest;
I asked Imogene to order all three for me!
Paul took many photos of me wearing each of the wigs - and several others
as well! At the end of the day I felt it had been time and money well
spent and I arranged that Imogene would ring me when my wigs arrived and
that I would come over and collect them from her. (As an astute business
woman, Imogene made sure that I paid for them in advance!)
It was about three weeks later that Imogene rang me to say that she had,
finally, taken delivery of the last of my wigs. I arranged a date to
collect them and, shyly, asked whether, if I booked a make-over session,
Paul might be prevailed upon to meet me in "her" persona as "Paula".
Imogene said that she knew Paula was dying to meet me and suggested that,
after my paid dressing session, I stay on for dinner as their guest.
Naturally I was delighted and accepted with alacrity!
When I arrived on the day we had agreed, Imogene greeted me with the
suggestion that, initially, I might care to try a more edgy style of
dressing. "We have the whole day ahead of us," she said. "There is no
reason why you cannot try a number of different outfits and, so far, you
haven't had a chance to enjoy playing around with different 'looks' -
which is one of the joys of being female. I eagerly accepted her
suggestion and, before long, found myself attired in a black and red,
French Maid's outfit. It was really cute! My dress was of black satin,
overlaid with a profusion of red lace. The skirt fell to mid-thigh but,
once enhanced with a profusion of frilly petticoats, looked a great deal
shorter! Imogene had dressed my new long blonde wig for me in advance;
piling it high on my head, with ringlets falling gently either side of my
face. Sheer black, seamed stockings and black patent heels ensured I
minced around in a most convincing manner! On descending to the lounge, I
found Paula similarly attired. Her dress was somewhat longer than mine and
she wore a pretty little lace apron and cap. The colouring, however, was
the same and, as she was wearing a blonde wig also, Imogene had no trouble
in declaring us a "pair of twins"!
On this occasion Imogene took control of the camera and Paula and I were
directed into poses reflecting our menial status as maids. I busied myself
with a feather duster whilst Paula manipulated the vacuum cleaner. My most
embarrassing moment occurred when I was photographed on my hands and knees
in front of the grate with my bottom in the air, revealing my white,
frilly knickers! I had a great time!
Having exhausted the photographic possibilities of a French maid's outfit,
Imogene had the two of us change into different uniforms. This time I was
a Policewoman - albeit one whose skirt was far too short and whose blouse
was so sheer that it revealed the black bra underneath! Paula was dressed
as a Naughty Schoolgirl who had been caught shoplifting. Imogene directed
us into all manner of imaginative poses and I blush to recall some of the
things I was required to do with my truncheon!
Eventually our afternoon of fun and laughter drew to a close and we both
changed into dresses more appropriate for a dinner party. I wore a pretty,
mid-calf, black, sequined dress with peep-toed heels and my blonde wig
worn "up". For jewellery Imogene found me the most gorgeous pair of dangly
black-crystal earrings and a matching necklace. Paula chose a lovely Ate-
Deco style outfit, beaded, black top over a simple, ankle-length, loose
skirt.
Whilst Paula and I sat chatting and sipping dry sherry, Imogene retired to
beautify herself. "I have devoted the day to making you two look pretty,"
she grumbled, "Now it is my turn!" When she came back downstairs, Imogene
looked gorgeous in a very plain black, crepe dress, with long sleeves,
falling to mid-calf where it was decorated with a hem of feathers. She too
had chosen to conceal her naturally chestnut hair under a long blonde wig.
"Three blondes all in black evening dress," she announced. "Don't we look
lovely."
Imogene had prepared a delicious supper and I had contributed a couple of
bottles of rather good Cote-de-Rhone wine. It was a most enjoyable meal
and a wonderful evening as we supped, laughed, and chatted. I was really
upset when, eventually, I realised that it was time to change back into
boring old "Geriant" and go home. "I really don't want to do this you
know," I complained to the other two.
"I know dear," said Imogene, "and we don't want to let you go. Today our
relationship has developed beyond that 'supplier' and 'client'; I feel
tonight that we have become true friends. I hope you will feel able, in
future, to come and spend time with us without feeling you have to book a
dressing session."
Paula hastened to agree. I was most moved and said so. Imogene continued;
"There are very few of our clients whom we would be prepared to count as
friends" she said; "You are one of those few and we really do hope you
will feel able to visit us whenever you like." At this my resolve crumbled
and I started crying out of pure gratitude. Immediately the three of us
were sobbing and hugging; it was one of the most beautiful moments in my
entire life!
Over the next few months I mad several visits to see Imogene and Paul(a).
I made sure that I didn't abuse their hospitality and insisted, when I was
seeking Imogene's professional help with some aspect of my learning to
present as a woman, that I booked a formal session through Illusions. In
this way we managed, to some extent, to keep the two sides of our
developing relationship separate.
It wasn't all one sided. I invited Imogene and Paul back for meals at my
place and sometimes we all dined en-femme; on other occasions we two men
entertained and flirted with the entrancing Imogene - who could give as
good as she got in terms of sharp repartee! Our evenings usually ended in
gales of laughter. After a few months I was proud to count the two of them
as my closest friends. (Although, to be honest, as I think I have said
before, I didn't really have many friends as "Geraint"; I was still the
nerdy librarian/archivist by day. It seemed it took becoming "Sophie" to
bring out my fun loving side.)
I was explaining this duality in my nature to Imogene on day when she
challenged me straight on. "Well if "Sophie" is able to get more fun out
of life than "Geraint", why don't you start going out as her and leave the
boring man-side behind?" "Oh I couldn't" I expostulated, "I would be
mortified if I were to be found out and I could never risk that." "Don't
be silly" replied Imogene, "and stop putting yourself down. You know you
present as a very realistic young woman; you could pass easily. Anyway
there are loads of transgender friendly venues around where you could meet
other people in the same boat as you." It was no use however; I was just
too scared and flatly refused to consider the possibility. Shame, but
there you are.
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