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The Incandescent Vivian
The Morning After
It's Sunday morning and I'm lying in bed alone. I still feel awful about
last night. I grab my cellphone and check my messages - nothing.
Katey walks in with a cup of coffee. "Feeling lazy today?" she asks as
she hands me the cup.
"Thanks," I take a quick sip of the hot coffee. "I just have a lot on my
mind."
"Well, I've been thinking too and I've decided to support you through
these changes." She sits on the bed and lays her hand gently on my
shoulder. "I don't know how you feel about this, but I've always thought
you had a bit of a feminine streak. It's part of what attracted me to
you, so I don't want you to deny that part of yourself."
"Feminine? How so?"
"Just a bunch of small things I noticed about you, honey. Whispers every
now and again that become a loudspeaker when you let yourself be Vivian.
There's nothing wrong with it."
"It does feel like Vivian is a way of letting me express something
that's rooted within me."
"So, it makes sense for you to apply for that job. I want you to be
happy. Does that make you feel better?" Katey begins rubbing my back
affectionately.
"Katey, thank you. That means a lot to me." I began tearing up. I wanted
to open up about what happened with Richard last night, but I knew that
was a secret I couldn't open up about. Not now anyway.
"I'm sorry about this, Kevin. This is isn't easy for me, but I think
it's also best if we took a break from each other."
"Wait! You'll support me but now you're leaving me?" I ask in complete
surprise.
"No, Kevin, I'm still your friend. I'm also Vivian's friend. But, Kevin,
I can't be Vivian's girlfriend. At least not until you've settled your
boundaries. You're going too fast for me, I don't know where you'll end
up."
"I guess I need a friend more right now anyway," I said with some
disappointment.
"Don't worry, honey. I just need time to adjust to life with Vivian.
Speaking of her, if you want to start living as Vivian then you need to
get up, get dressed and do your makeup. We need to do some shopping."
----
Reorganization
It's Sunday afternoon and I'm busy reorganizing my closet. I need to
make space for Vivian now.
Katey and I didn't buy too much, but we made sure to cover the
essentials - underwear to last the week and some jewelry and makeup of
my own. I already have a few skirts, tops and dresses from the ladies
which I hang up with a smile. "It's a start," I tell myself.
I'm staying in the guest room now, and it feels like a completely fresh
start. There are women's interest magazines lying on the table, and I've
hung up some feminine framed photos of the ballerina Dame Margot Fonteyn
I bought at a charity store. Even my MP3 player feels like it had a new
start, my collection now includes a lot of artists I previously had
little interest in.
My phone begins to ring, I look at the caller ID and see it's Regina.
"Reggie! Hello! Did you get the CV I sent you?" I answer with.
"Hey Viv! I did and I have some good news!"
"Oh? What's that?"
"I had a colleague over today for lunch and I showed her your CV. She's
interested!"
"Oh wow! That was quick!" My heart begins beating with excitement and I
do a quick spin on the spot.
"There's an interview on Wednesday morning. Think you can wow her in
person?"
"I hope so!"
"I'm sure you'll manage. Call Trish and get a nice interview outfit, I'm
sure you'll dazzle 'em!"
We exchanged details about the place and time, and I thanked Regina for
the opportunity. When the call ended I fell back into the chair, I
couldn't believe this was happening. I swung around and took a look in
the mirror. I was just wearing a pair of jeans and a strappy top, my
bare feet still had the nail polish from yesterday. I couldn't have been
more "Girl Next Door" and I loved it!
Not wanting to waste any time, I picked up the phone and called Trisha.
"Trish! It's Vivian!"
"Hi Viv! Yesterday was a blast! Anything I can do for you?"
"Yes, what time do you close the store today? I have a job interview on
Wednesday and I need an outfit!" I enthusiastically told her.
"Oh, wow! Congratulations, that was quick! I'm still open right now.
Swing by, I'll put something aside for you in the meantime."
"Thanks, I'll be there soon!"
----
Vivian: Working Woman, Party Girl
I arrived at Trisha's boutique, "Polka Dot Kisses," once again. I had
slipped on a pair of heels, a blazer and a pair of oversized sunglasses
to look a little more trendy, but I was still dressed quite casually. I
wasn't sure if there was an expected dress code in a boutique, but I
played it safe.
I walked into the store and saw Trisha busy with a customer. I waved to
her and went to sit by the shoes in the meantime. There were a lot of
pretty shoes and I couldn't resist to start trying a few pairs on and
looking in the mirror. I lost track of time and was startled to have
Trisha touch my shoulder and greet me, "Good to see you again, any
keepers?"
"Oh, I love this pair! Let's see about that interview outfit first
though, a girl can't spend money she hasn't earned yet!" I laughed.
"You know the drill, follow me to the changing room," she beckoned.
In the changing room there were various items of ladies office wear.
"Let's see," she began to muse. "A design job? I think you'd want to
present an image of the professional woman, but with a soft, feminine
edge. Not someone too stuffy to be creative. Does that sound right?"
"That sounds perfect. Let's make it happen!"
Trisha held up a dark taupe colored skirt and a turquoise pussy-bow
blouse in front on me. "I think this is a good start, the skirt comes
with a jacket and pair of slacks too, so you can mix and match. I
wouldn't recommend wearing the jacket to the interview though, keep it
relaxed."
She then held up another blouse, "Here's a fitted charcoal blouse. I'd
recommend an extra in case of an accident. These things always happen
before an interview!" she laughed.
"Thank you, I'll give them a try."
"And finally, here are a pair of pointy nude heels. You already have
black, but this should also become a staple of your wardrobe." She gave
me a warm smile. "I'll let you get changed," she said as she closed the
curtain behind her.
A few minutes later I was admiring my reflection in the mirror. I looked
every part the confident working woman! I crossed my arms, then put my
hands on my hips. I never felt this good wearing a men's suit! I still
felt feminine, but I also felt more empowered. I could imagine myself
giving an impressive presentation, and then seamlessly going to a lunch
date.
I emerged from the changing room. "It all fits," I beamed. "I love it,
I'll take the lot!"
"Wonderful!" Trisha clapped her hands. "Before you pay, I wondered if I
could have a quick talk with you?"
"Oh, certainly." I raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
"Vivian, honey. Is everything okay with you and Katey? It's just that
she didn't seem too happy about the job yesterday, and now you have an
interview lined up. I'm a bit concerned."
"Well Trish, we've come to an agreement. Unfortunately though, she's no
longer my girlfriend."
"Oh you poor thing! Are you coping?" She took my hand in hers and began
gently stroking it.
"Yes, thanks! Don't worry, it's not the end of the world, I'm staying in
the guest room for now and I do appreciate her support through these
changes. I'm still lucky to have her in my life!"
"You know what, the two of us should go to a club after your interview!
It'll be fun for you to get out a bit more. If you get the job we crack
open a bottle of bubbly and celebrate, if you don't ... well, it's more
fun than moping around! What do you say?"
"I'd say I need a new dress!" I laughed.
"Well, you're in the right place! I was hoping you'd say that, I have
the perfect dress set aside!"
Trisha skipped off to another changing room and came out holding a
silver sequin mini dress I immediately fell in love with. "Omigosh!" I
gushed.
Trisha went to the counter and placed the dress on it. She then pulled
out a pair of pewter heels, some chandelier earrings, and a small silver
purse. She began placing the items in a bag.
"Do me a favor. Meet me here on Wednesday evening wearing the makeup and
underwear that goes with a dress like this. I want your first time in
this dress to lead to a special night!"
"Of course. Now I can't wait!"
"That's what I was hoping for!" she winked. "But you know, when a beauty
like you goes to a club without a man in her arms she'll get hit on the
whole night. It's just one of those things you'll learn."
"Oh." I began to blush. "What do I do about that?"
"Get a date silly!" Trisha laughed. "You said you don't have a
girlfriend anymore. It's time to explore the field a bit more, keep an
open mind. What about that guy you were kissing at the party? He seems
sweet."
"Richard? He's off the table for now. There's some awkwardness between
us. Long story short, he just can't keep his hands off me."
"Just his hands?" she smirked. "Look, I have Jason's number. Remember,
from the beach yesterday?" I nodded as she continued, "I'm sure he can
bring Todd along. You guys hit it off, right?"
"Todd? Well, okay. Nothings going to happen though."
"I'm not expecting anything to happen, but I'm no psychic and neither
are you. Anyway, I'm loving your office look babe, you'll knock 'em out
for sure! Let's get you checked out."
----
New Habits
I leave the ProDesign Packing building. I just had my interview and it
couldn't have gone better. I got the job! They were very impressed by my
work history and credentials, and they promised to maintain some
sensitivity to my Kevin/Vivian situation. As far as tax returns and
other official documentation I was employed as Kevin, but internally in
terms of email address and introductions I would be Vivian. Only a
select few would ever know I was really Kevin, and they were
professionally obligated to respect my privacy and desire to be treated
as a woman.
Things couldn't have been going better for Vivian!
I step into my car and begin driving to my old workplace, PackRite. I
need to hand in my letter of resignation and get this process started. I
had taken the day off, so I had more than enough time to type out a
letter and hand it in. On the way, I make calls informing Katey, Trisha,
Regina, and Abigail about my success! They're all happy for me, and I'm
so ecstatic I can hardly recall my trip to the PackRite offices.
I sit in front my office computer and log in, I begin typing the letter
of resignation when I suddenly hear a co-worker ask "Excuse me, Miss?
May I help you?"
Ohmigosh! I suddenly realize I'm still dressed like Vivian! How could I
not notice? I've become too accustomed to this style of dress!
I turn around slowly and see Damon. He continues, "Who are you?"
Thinking quick on my feet I find a plausible explanation. "Oh, hi there.
I'm Kevin's sister, Vivian. He just asked me to fetch some documents for
him." My heart is busy racing.
"Well, do you have permission to be here?" Damon interrogated, ever the
bureaucrat.
"Well, Kevin gave me his security card and computer password. I wasn't
aware I needed any permission. How else would I have his password?" I
really hoped he would back down.
"He shouldn't have given you his password in the first place. I'm
calling security, you can explain it to them!"
I panicked. I didn't want the whole building gossiping about how Kevin
came to work in a skirt! I suddenly remembered that Damon was easily
intimidated by strong women. It was now or never.
"Listen, I'm a busy woman," I said firmly as I stood up. "I don't have
time to play around here. My brother asked for my help and I'm here to
do that." I folded my arms sternly. "I'm not impressed by people who
waste my time. Besides, look at me. I'm the splitting image of Kevin and
don't pretend you don't see the resemblance."
Damon became a bit flustered. "Well, yes I see the resemblance. You're
right, I overreacted. I'm sorry."
"That's alright. Thank you for the apology," I relaxed my arms and
breathed a silent sigh of relief.
"You know, Kevin never mentioned he had a sister. I'm sorry again."
Damon walked off blushing.
I should have probably just left and typed the letter the next day, but
I was feeling more confident as Vivian and the cover story seemed solid.
I sat down and continued.
Later, with the resignation letter typed and printed, I stood before the
door of my manager, Lee-Anne. I breathed a heavy sigh and steeled my
nerves before knocking on the door. "Come in," I heard her say from
inside.
I opened the door and smiled to Lee-Anne. I closed the door behind me.
"Oh, hello. Can I help you with something?" she asked.
"Hi Lee-Anne, this is going to sound crazy. Could I have a seat?"
"Certainly," she beckoned to the seat in front of her desk. "What's
happening?"
I sat down and took another breath. "Well, you know how Kevin took a day
off today for a job interview?"
"Yes. Are you his sister? Did something happen?" she asked in a voice of
concern.
"Actually, I am Kevin," I blurted out. "I got the job and I'm here to
hand in my letter of resignation."
"What?" she laughed. She leaned closer. "Oh God, it is you! This is a ...
surprising look for you though!"
"I know, I'll be dressed like this for the new job. I planned on
changing before I came here, but I've been all over the place."
"I'm not sure I understand. You have to wear ladies clothes for the job
or you want to wear ladies clothes?"
"This is something I want. It's why I'm resigning, it's a great
opportunity to express my feminine side more. I can't let it pass."
"Well, I won't stand in your way". She took the letter from me and
looked it over. "I'll take care of this".
"Thank you," I smiled. "I'd probably better get going, but I trust
you'll keep this private?"
"I doubt anyone would believe me anyway. Sure. Listen, you realize you
usually need to work 30 days after the letter is handed in, right?"
"Yes. And don't worry, I'll be dressed more appropriately tomorrow," I
said as I stood up.
Lee-Anne looked me over, "You know, I'm happy that you're letting this
side of you out. It must've been bottled up for years. I can't imagine
how you felt all this time. I'll see what I can do about letting you
leave earlier."
"Oh, wow! Thank you for being so understanding! I was so nervous about
seeing you like this!"
"You've made my day, Kevin. I didn't expect you to come in today, let
alone looking like a woman! Life is full of pleasant little surprises,
isn't it?"
I smiled, "It certainly is."
----
Vivian's Red Underwear
I make my way back home feeling like I'm top of the world, like Vivian
is on top of the world to be precise. I put my handbag down on the
counter and look into the mirror. The image of Vivian is becoming quite
familiar to me. I smile and blow the mirror a kiss. "Congratulations
Vivian," I tell the image. I begin making my way to the guest ... I mean,
Vivian's room.
Once in my new room I slip my heels off and sit in front of the mirror.
I need to get my makeup ready for clubbing tonight. I pick up a magazine
that has an article about makeup tips for a night out and start
following the instructions inside. Within moments my look is a lot
heavier and darker. Certainly not appropriate for the office outfit I'm
still wearing but I imagine perfect for the dress I'll be wearing later!
I stand up and walk to the underwear drawer, I open it up and consider
my options. I have bras and panties in various colors: black, beige,
mocha, grey, and white. Those are for ordinary, everyday wear though. My
eyes immediately focus on a lacy deep-red number though. Perfect! I take
them out and place them on the bed.
I strip naked and reach for some tape. I need cleavage, but I also need
to do my first tuck. That dress looks pretty tight, and pretty short -
so I need to forgo comfort tonight! Fortunately, YouTube has a few
videos where drag queens explain how, and within minutes I'm standing in
front of the mirror amazed at how convincing and sexy I look in just the
red underwear!
A little later I collapse on the bed, ready to meet Trisha. I'm wearing
a simple black dress and the pair of wedge heels from the beach. I look
at my cellphone. It's 3PM, and I only need to meet Trisha between 6PM
and 7PM. What will I do in the meantime?
----
Vivian's Red Hair
I arrive at Rodrigo's Salon. Rodrigo is Katey's hairdresser, and the man
she got the wig I'm wearing from. I came here to enquire about hair
extensions, I figure I'll use the free time to tick this off my list. If
they'll allow me more freedom as Vivian, then that seems like a good
investment!
"Hello Rodrigo," I wave to him as I enter. He's busy finishing off a
lady's hair and motions for me to sit in the waiting area, "Sit there,
darling. I won't be a tick."
I comply and take a seat. I pick up a magazine and start paging through
it, looking at the pictures as I do. While I'm looking at the fashion
editorial, Rodrigo arrives with a smile, "Darling, I never forget a wig
and you're wearing one of mine. And from the style I'm guessing you're
Katey's friend?"
I was dumbstruck. "Yes. How could you ...? That's amazing!"
"Hair is my passion," he snipped his scissors in the air. "Are you here
for some maintenance, or can I help you with something else?"
"I'm actually here to find out about hair extensions."
"Of course. Let's see what I can do for you," he motioned for me to sit
in front of the mirror.
He stands behind me and takes the wig off, placing it carefully on a
styrofoam head. He begins running his hand through my natural hair while
I look at the mirror. I feel a little naked without the wig on. I still
see the reflection of a woman, just with a bit of a tomboy look now.
"We can work with this. I can bond some extensions on and do some
colouring and highlighting. You'll have a full set of gorgeous hair!
How's auburn sound?"
"Sounds good. I'll trust your expertise."
I began reading from the magazine Rodrigo put in front of me. I was
unfamiliar with the whole process, but after he washed and colored my
hair he began using a spatula to paint my hair, then applied foils and
then had me sit under a heating device. After that he started using some
tool to apply the extensions to my head.
It all took a long time and I became worried I might end up being late,
but he was done before 6PM. The end result was amazing! My hair looked
so feminine and long, I was so ecstatic.
"Fabulous!" I beamed. Then I asked, "So, how do I remove and reapply the
extensions?"
"Remove them? Sorry, you must have misunderstood. They're bonded,
they'll stay in place for months," he laughed. "Is that a problem?"
"Oh no, it's fine. I just thought they were removable. Silly me!" I
smiled.
Oh, no! Internally I panic. I had to go to work tomorrow, how would I
explain my sudden new vivacious look! My panic doesn't last long as I
begin to run my hands through my hair. I'll worry about work later, for
now Vivian is ecstatic with her new hairstyle, and she wants to go
clubbing!
----
The Clubbing Dress
Luckily, I arrive at Trisha's boutique in time. I rush in and hear the
jingle of the bell as I open the door. "Is that you, Vivian?" I hear
from the backroom. "I'll be there in a second."
I walk over to a mirror and touch up my makeup. While I'm busy, Trisha
comes out the back room. She looks absolutely stunning! She's wearing a
short dark gray shimmering dress, that has an exposed shoulder and
batwings sleeves. A black belt accentuates her stunning figure, and her
long legs end in a pair of black stiletto heels. She stands still with a
smouldering look in her eyes, and then does a quick turn around. I stand
dumbstruck in front of the mirror, holding a tube of lipstick near my
lips, my attention firmly on her. "Wow. You look amazing!"
"And look at you Vivian! Did you get a new wig? It looks fabulous!" she
comes closer and feels the hair. "Wow! You got extensions!"
"I did!" I shake my hair to prove it.
"God, you're becoming more beautiful every time I see you! Let's see you
in your dress!" Trisha walks to the counter and pulls a bag out. She
hands it to me and motions to the changing room. "I'll have to help you
with this one, the zipper's on the back," she giggles.
We enter the changing room and I take the wedge heels and black dress
off. I place them on a bench and turn to Trisha, standing before her in
my lacy red underwear. Trisha puts her hands to her cheeks. "Vivian!"
she exclaims, "Look at you!" She turns me towards the mirror. With my
new auburn hair and red lacy underwear I see myself in the mirror. There
are no traces of Kevin left now, even in just a pair of underwear I look
like a beautiful woman. And I feel like one too!
Trisha starts to put the silver sequined mini dress over my head. I
raise my arms to assist her, and let the dress slide over my body. I
feel a little shiver, the dress is cold against my warm body. I feel
Trisha zip me up, she then motions for me to step in the pewter heels. I
do so and almost fall over, these are the highest heels I've worn yet -
they're platform heels, and have a peep toe that shows off my plum nail
polish. Finally, Trisha hands me the earrings which I put on.
I then gaze at the mirror, admiring the reflection that I see. I smooth
out the dress and smile. Trisha hands me the small purse and winks
"Well, now that you've thoroughly upstaged me, let's get to that club!"
----
Vivian and the Drunk
Trisha and I enter the club. It's still somewhat early so the club is
still quiet. It's also a Wednesday night, so I don't expect it to be too
busy, at least not as busy as they are in the weekend. Trisha holds my
arm and points to the bar, "Lets get some bubbly and celebrate!"
We make our way to the bar and order two glasses of champagne.
Fortunately, neither of us look too young, so we aren't asked for
identification. The barman brings out a bottle and Trisha shrieks with
excitement as the cork pops out with a loud bang. He then pours the
champagne into two glasses and hands them to us. "What's the occasion,
ladies?" he asks as he pours.
"Vivian here got a new job, a new hairdo, a new dress, and a new lease
on life! What better reason to celebrate?" Trisha says as she raises her
glass. "To Vivian!" I raise my glass to Trisha and we both take a sip.
We find a couch and sit down making small talk while sitting our
champagne. Soon, our dates,
Jason and Todd, arrive. They compliment us on our dresses, tell us we
look beautiful and congratulate me on my new job. Todd gives me a
congratulatory kiss on the cheek and wraps his arm confidently around
me, pulling me closer. I don't resist, he's a smooth character, that
Todd! Eventually Jason asks Trisha to dance and they head off, leaving
Todd and myself alone.
"You still have your boyfriend?" he asked hopefully.
"Oh. Well, not anymore. It's complicated though. I'm not looking. If
that's what you mean?."
Todd pulled me closer to him, his hand dropped and he began feeling my
bottom. The sensation was titillating. I didn't resist. He looked me in
the eye, and I demurely looked back. He leant in and kissed me, opening
his mouth and letting his tongue slide into mine. I moaned. I put my
arms around his neck and pulled myself closer to him. I then positioned
myself in his lap and felt his erection growing in his pants. We
continued kissing until Jason and Trisha arrived back. I coyly turned
around and winked knowingly to Trisha. I stayed in Todd's lap and kept
my arms around him as they sat down.
"We got you guys more champagne!" Trisha smiled as she handed us each a
glass.
Todd raised his glass and toasted, "To Vivian!"
"To Vivian!" everyone toasted in unison. I felt so special in that
special moment.
My bliss was buried when I saw Trisha's ex-boyfriend, Bryan,
approaching. I felt like falling into a hole! He always brought up the
fact that I was a man, and my heart pained as I realized every step
closer he came was a step closer to Todd finding out I was Kevin. It was
too late to run.
"Who are you? Get your hands off my girlfriend!" Bryan barked at Jason.
Jason held his hands up in the air, confused and trying to calm the
obvious drunk down.
"You're drunk Bryan, and I am not your girlfriend!" Trisha angrily
shouted at Bryan.
Bryan stood there for a few seconds, looking directly at me with a grin
on his face before turning back to Trisha. "You are my girlfriend. Or
how about I tell everyone here your friend's little secret?" He laughed
and took a big swig of beer.
"Get stuffed Bryan!" Trisha shouted.
This scene had attracted some attention in the club and a bouncer was on
his way to remove Bryan from the club. Noticing his time was short Bryan
shouted at Todd, "Your little girlfriend here is a man!" he grabbed my
hair and attempted to pull it off, thinking it was a wig. I let out a
big "ouch" as he pulled at my hair. Todd threw me off his lap and pushed
Bryan to the ground. The bouncer arrived and picked Bryan up roughly.
"Sorry about this folks," he said as he escorted Bryan to a back room.
Bryan was screaming "faggot" in my direction the whole way.
Todd looked back at me lying on the floor, my red panties showing and my
eyes tearing up. I must've looked a mess. "Here, straighten your dress,"
Todd took my hand and helped me up. I complied and meekly thanked him, I
took a tissue out of my handbag and wiped my face. "There, there," Todd
hugged me and patted my back. "It's over. That guy was obviously crazy.
Forget about him."
"I think it's time Vivian and I went home," Trisha said as she took over
the hug from Todd. "I'm so sorry about this. The night is ruined."
----
Shared Space
I arrive home and find Katey standing in the entrance hall.
"Trisha called and told me about what happened. I'm so sorry, Vivian."
She came closer and hugged me. "Congratulations on the job again by the
way, and I love what you did with your hair."
"Thanks," I smiled and ran my hands through my hair.
"I've ran you a nice bubble bath. Why don't you slip inside and relax.
Forget about going to work tomorrow."
"Thank you Katey. I'm so lucky to still have you in my life." I give her
a kiss on the forehead.
"There's also a nighty in the bathroom. When you're done, wear that and
meet me in my bedroom."
"You mean?"
"Yes, you're not sleeping alone tonight."
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