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"I can't believe you won't even try it on!" Wayne Hilari yelled down
the hall, while he glared angrily at the pink dress on the bed. It had
been a good week at the restaurant, which made him plenty of tips. With
all the bills paid, he thought he might try and spoil his favorite lady
a little. Wayne thought he had done well, when he came home carrying a
huge white box with a big pink bow, all the way from the chic boutique
down the street.
"Don't get me wrong sweetie. I'm glad you thought of me, but I don't
think that's really my style." Kris said, as she zoned back into World
of Warcraft. You'd almost never expect to see the two in the same room,
but here they were; both deeply in love ... and at the present, one very
annoyed.
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Wayne, a twenty five years old microbiology student, with his button
downs, neckties, and insanely incapacitating fear of everything and
everyone, never would have tried to interact with a girl like Kris. He
fondly remembered the day she interrupted him while he was trying to
read at his favorite coffee shop. Out of nowhere, a pretty young girl
plopped into the seat next to him, and asked him for directions to the
laundromat.
"I just moved here, and I'm totally lost. Can you help me?" She looked
so sweet, and femininely beautiful, despite the excessive amount of
tattoos that covered her exposed skin. As he struggled to describe the
way, she couldn't help but giggle a little. Without warning, Kris
grabbed his hand, and pulled him out of the booth, saying "It's alright.
You can just show me."
While they strode down the sidewalk, Kris rambled on about music and
art, and Wayne occasionally piped in one line responses, like "Yeah ...
Sure ... I know." He wanted to compliment her chest piece, but was too
afraid that she was going to punch him for glancing that close to her
breast. A short stroll later, they were standing in front of The Wash
Tub.
"So, are you going to ask me?" she said, as the bewildered boy stared
on.
"Ask you what?" he said, more confused than ever.
"Out, dumbass! I like food and movies. We should go to one or the other,
or both."
"Oh ... uh ... you want to go out with me?"
"Of course. You're one of those thick headed smart people, aren't you?"
"What do you mean?"
"We walked all the way here, and ... do you see me carrying any
clothes?"
"Oh." The rest is history.
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Wayne held a soft spot for that day, but it didn't stop him from being
upset. "What's wrong with it? I think it looks nice" he said, stepping
back into the living room after walking out for the tenth time. She
always thought he was cute when he was whiny. That may have been how
they had stayed together so long, because everyone else in the world
found it extremely annoying.
"It is nice, and very expensive, but it's a little prim and proper for
my taste, plus pink isn't really my color. You don't really get my
fashion sense, honey, but it's okay. Honestly, it's more your style than
mine."
"Fine! I'll just keep it then!" he shouted, as his dramatic exit count
reached eleven.
"Great!" Kris yelled back down the hall. "I think those shoes you got me
for Christmas will go with it. Good thing we're about the same size!"
Wayne was so much fun to torment.
He slumped down on the bed, racking his brain for any kind of comeback,
when he looked over at the ornate box. "It wasn't that big of a deal."
Wayne thought, pulling off the ribbon covered top. The more he looked at
it, the more he worked himself into a frenzy. "This dress isn't too
girly, it's just pink. It may not show that much skin, but its form
fitting, She'd look sexy in it. I really believed she'd like it. There's
plenty of pictures of hipster girls online, with tattoos peeking out
from insanely feminine garments." As his thoughts raced, he reached a
decision. "I'll show her how girly this dress is!"
Wayne furiously stripped down to his boxers, and threw on the dress.
After he frantically shoved his arms through the straps, he struggled to
get the zipper up, but managed, and then somewhat proudly slipped the
thin white belt around the waist. He returned to the living room for the
twelfth time, shouting, "It's not that hard! I can try it on! Why can't
you?!" Expecting a full blown fight, her reaction surprised him. Her
gaze left her computer for the first time that day, and her smile spread
ear to ear.
Kris couldn't help but snicker as he twirled around, and she noticed his
boxer shorts when the full knee length skirt flipped up. "I told you
that was more your style. It looks good on you. You do need to wear the
proper foundation garments, if you want it to look right, though! Come
with me."
"Wait...what?" Wayne barely had time to react before she grabbed him by
the hand, and took off back to the bedroom at a full sprint. A quick
zip, and he found himself naked standing in the bathtub. She expertly
coated his body in a thick cream, before leaving her confused boyfriend
in the bathroom, with no idea what to do. "Hun, this stuff is starting
to tingle!"
"Don't worry about it, it's supposed to!" Wayne could hear her throwing
things out of their closet, which he had just organized so meticulously,
and was beginning to regret his decision. It just seemed like whenever
she got an idea into her head, he was powerless to stop her. How had he
gone from being angry, to being naked, and at her disposal?
After what seemed like an eternity, but was actually only about ten
minutes, Kris came running back into the bathroom. She turned on the
water, rinsing the cream thoroughly down the drain, along with all of
the hair that used to reside on her boyfriend's body. Honestly, it
wasn't that much.
Back in the bedroom, Wayne noticed a plethora of feminine garments
strewn across the bed. "I'm glad you tried on that dress. Now we know it
fits. I've got an idea for a look that will really suit you!"
"I'm not sure I want a new look, honey." Wayne replied, hoping to slow
her down.
"It's not really a new look, it's just an enhancement of your current
style. A little more flair, if you will.
"But, I ... mmmffff!" His protests were cut short by the mouthpiece Kris
forced on him.
"You promised me months ago you'd let me whiten your teeth. I promise a
neat freak like you will love them when they're finished."
With a flash she pulled off his towel, and quickly slipped the white
panties up his smooth hairless legs. A white corselet was then slid up
his body. Wayne's objections to this were never heard, as Kris was
already lacing it up before he could even wave his hands. "I know this
is a little sexy," she said, "but I know you'll like the clean lines of
your silhouette once you see the dress on." He wasn't sure he was going
to like any of it.
A few sharp tugs later, and his waist had been shrunk to a waspish
eighteen inches. A white bra was added, and then amply stuffed with what
he thought was half the contents of her underwear drawer. Afterwards, a
silky pink slip was slid over his head.
The pink and white gingham dress came next. As Wayne stared down at the
skirt, flared out by the built in petticoat, he began to wish he'd never
bought the ? length sleeved shirtwaist dress. The scoop neck dipped,
just enough not to show off the mountain of panties beneath the tight
form fitting cotton. Once the matching belt was fastened around his
waist, the flat bow lying rigid on the front, he couldn't help but feel
trapped.
Before he knew what hit him, he found himself in a pair of white pumps
with three inch heels and pointed toes, walking towards Kris' vanity,
and taking a seat. In a flurry of explanations, while brushes, tweezers
and the like assaulted his face, Wayne didn't even bother to listen to
his girlfriend's instructions. He wondered if she really thought he'd
need to know all of this.
"Almost done," she said, while digging through her jewelry box.
"Thank God. She can laugh at how ridiculous I look, and then I can get
on with my day." he thought, as she clipped pearl studs onto his ears,
and turned the post on them tight. She then slipped a single strand
pearl necklace around his neck, and began brushing his 'longer than he
liked' hair up towards the top of his head, and fastening it with a
rubber band. The crowning glory on her masterpiece was a faux big bun
hairpiece, which she secured to the sprig of a ponytail he sported.
After she added a little pink bow clipped into the side of his hair,
Kris finished him off, giving him a pair of pink cat eye framed glasses
with non-prescription lenses
"Okay, you can take that mouthpiece out now." His relief was evident,
but he found himself struggling to remove the offending plastic, with
the new French tipped nails that had found their way onto his fingers.
After more than a few tries, he finally succeeded. "You'll get used to
them. I promise."
Wayne jumped all over his first opportunity for speech. "I don't want to
get used to them. Have you had your fun yet?"
"Not quite. Here's the best part." She spun him around by the shoulders,
until he was facing her full length mirror. Wayne was surprised by how
pretty he was. He looked like a young coed from the fifties, ready for
her first day of studies; he couldn't help but admire the dress, as it
did wonders in making him look like a proper lady.
"See? I told you it was more your style than mine. I'd never look that
good in that getup."
"Alright. You've proved your point." he said, eyeing the white on his
teeth as he finally let himself laugh a little. Can I change now?"
"Hang on a minute. I can't get over how pretty you are. You look like a
dainty little thing ready to get swept off her feet!" On cue with her
words, she pushed Wayne down on the bed, and flipped up her skirt,
before turning off the lights.
* * *
Sometime later, they finally pulled themselves out of bed. Wayne looked
down to realize that, somehow, his shoes had not come off. While she
playfully nuzzled his neck, he slid his panties back up, and felt a
girlish swoon. "I think I need to change clothes now." Wayne said,
feeling ever more nervous by the second.
"Not quite yet." Kris said, as she walked into the closet and grabbed a
few things. She threw on her own hoodie, and then placed a pink cardigan
sweater on Wayne's shoulders, buttoning the top button.
"No way!" he protested loudly, but did nothing as she slipped a white
handbag on the crook of his bent elbow. "Where are we going?!"
"Don't you know it's not proper to bed a woman, and not at least buy her
a nice dinner? Plus I want to show off my new girl to the world!"
"No way!" Wayne kept repeating, as Kris led him by the hand, down the
hall, out the door, and into the car.
To be continued...
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