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The Vision:
One day I was travelling on the underground when I saw this beautiful
blonde lady in a scarlet knee length dress and black fishnets. I sat
down behind her to avoid staring at her. She wore a black bow in her
hair and looked drop dead gorgeous. She was delicately applying her
make-up with a brush and checking herself in a beautiful little hand
mirror. I wanted to ask her how she hoped to improve on perfection.
I watched fascinated as she got out her mascara brush and gently caressed
her eyelashes and as she then applied her scarlet lipstick. How did she
avoid it going all over her face as the train jolted?
It was then that she winked at me.
Then strangely she vanished before my eyes.
I was not sure whether she had got off the train or if I had imagined her
- this vision of femininity - as I had kept looking away to avoid staring
for too long. Whatever she was I knew she knew I had been watching her
wondering what it felt like to do what she had just been doing.
I had never been even remotely interested in women's make-up before.
This was the beginning of an assault on my masculinity.
When I got home that day my girlfriend, Jenny, challenged me to stand on
my right foot with my left knee bent at 90 degrees longer than her. She
explained it was a fitness indicator and whoever did it longer was fitter
and stronger and got to decide the forfeit for the other and call the
other a member of the weaker sex for the next month without the loser
contradicting the winner.
I had this vision of Jenny dressed as a French maid doing the housework
but it was not enough to get me through and Jenny said she was going to
need to borrow my car in the morning.
That night I had this dream that I was on the train with the vision lady
and she was putting her lipstick on me except it was pink.
The following day as we were eating breakfast I tried to find out what
Jenny had planned. I volunteered that I had intended to get her dressed
as a French Maid and film her doing the housework. What was she
planning?
"Very kinky, Mark," Jenny replied. "Why don't you buy a French Maid
outfit?"
"What you want me to dress as a French maid?"
"No silly, I have something else in mind for you but we are the same
measurements though and who knows on another night?"
She was playing with her cards really close to that beautiful chest of
hers and refused to tell me anything about my forfeit.
Did she mean next time that I would be dressing as a French maid or that
she would? Well, although I would love to have seen her dressed up like
this, there wasn't any way I was going dress shopping, with or without
Jenny.
She showed me a video on YouTube of a man who had to get a bikini tan as
a forfeit. I remember saying, "Jenny the day you get me with a bikini
tan you can call me Marie."
It was only when I got home from work that I found out what my forfeit
was. Jenny was in the bath. There was a note on the table. It said my
forfeit was "To thank me for "pimping your ride" and to promise not to
change anything."
Jenny came down the stairs in her bathrobe. I asked her what she had
done to my car and where it was?
"First, let's have another bet. Your car is a symbol of your masculinity
right? Do you think it would be possible to feminise your Ford Fiesta?"
How was it possible to feminise a car?
"No," I replied confidently.
"Ok if when you get to the garage you think I haven't succeeded in
feminising your car I will dress up as a maid like you asked for the next
month. If however you agree I have succeeded you must wear black silky
panties and a garterbelt with fishnet stockings to work and when you are
at home you must wear court shoes with a 6 inch heel too for the next
month. Is that a bet?"
"You're on."
I rushed to the garage.
Oh mummy!
My pride and joy had been painted pink and had had "extended eyelashes"
fitted around the headlights. Not only that but the seats had been
reupholstered in pink too!
"What has she done to you?"
I was now the owner of the most girly feminised car I had ever seen. My
days of going out drinking with the lads were over. How could I be seen
in a car like that? How was I even going to pretend to like what Jenny
had done to my car?
I went back into the kitchen and saw Jenny smiling with an Agent
Provocateur bag in her hand. I said what the forfeit demanded me to say
to her and Jenny recorded me saying it before saying she didn't think I
sounded sincere in my gratitude. I said what did she expect as my words
were part of a forfeit? I would however honour my promise not to alter
the car.
Jenny said "I bet by the end of the week you will be grateful for what I
have done to your car. If you are not you can have it changed back but
if you are you will be acting out thr fantasy you had of me."
I agreed to the bet as it felt really humiliating seeing something as
masculine and as much a part of me as my car having been so obviously
feminized. It was as if Jenny had put lipstick on my lips and now my
lipstick dream made some kind of sense. Like a boy I wanted to get the
lipstick off as quickly as possible rather than explore this new
experience like a man.
The feminization of my car should have served as a warning to me not to
make any other bets with Jenny but I was determined to get even. After
all I was about to admit that she had feminized my car and to spend a
week essentially dressed as a woman below the waistline and it would also
be my first experience of walking in high heels. I wanted to see her
dressed as a French Maid.
I reluctantly told Jenny that I would be spending the next month in her
garterbelt, panties and stockings.
Jenny told me to have a shave.
I came back clean shaven. Jenny looked disappointed.
"As a member of the weaker sex where would you normally shave?"
I realized that she meant she wanted me to shave my arms and legs.
I was told by Jenny that I did not now have the time to shave so I should
rub this foul smelling ointment over my body, arms and legs before
washing myself off.
As I was rubbing myself off I looked at the box the cream came in.
Oh no!
I had rubbed it over every part of my body below the neck before
showering. Jenny came in as I stood there looking at my hairless naked
body and said "Wow that's what I call a Brazilian!"
"Here put on your panties," Jenny laughed "To restore a bit of your
modesty."
"My panties?"
"Well it wouldn't be hygienic for you to wear mine girlfriend!"
I let that pass as I was meant to be a member of the weaker sex now and
not to argue with her.
Where was this going to end up I asked myself? I slid this amazing
beautiful garment up my now hairless legs. This was the strangest
experience of my life. This garment I was now wearing should seem so
alien and yet it seemed so natural. Was this just because Jenny called
them my panties?
"Normally you should put on your garterbelt first and then your panties.
Now listen, girlfriend, these are your first pair of fishnet stockings
and they are the easiest type of stockings to ladder so you should be
very careful putting them on. Put your thumbs inside a stocking and
gently caress the stocking up your leg using the balls of your thumbs and
fingers."
Jenny then showed me how to fasten my stockings to my garterbelt and how
to walk in my new shoes. "Always short steps and one foot in front of
the other like you are on a typerope. Head up, chest out," Jenny said.
"Put the pressure on the balls of your feet."
After spending some time practicing walking Jenny said it was time we sat
down to dinner. This was the first time I remember sitting down to
dinner wearing virtually nothing but my underwear (although I was wearing
a teeshirt on top) and also being turned on by the sexiness of what I was
wearing. My teeshirt looked like a really short dress and I had seen
Taylor Momsen wearing something similar. I could not help but get hard
looking at my fishnets and suspenders.
After eating dinner and doing the usual chores we went up to bed and
Jenny showed me how to roll my stockings off.
That night I had another dream that I was on the train with the Vision
lady again. I had the lipstick on from my previous dream and I was
wearing the clothing I had been introduced to today but the Vision lady
was now sticking breasts on my chest. Then she put a bra on me then a
corset and I just sat there and smiled, a lipstick framed smile.
When I woke the next morning I slipped back into my stockings and
fastened them to the garterbelt. We both had a day off work to catch
some sun. Our garden was very secluded so I went out into our garden
with a mat and a magazine called TV Scene that Jenny said I would enjoy
and some books by the entertainer RuPaul.
I lay back to read TV Scene and was quite surprised to discover that it
seemed to be mainly about men dressed as women. I fell asleep shortly
afterwards.
I dreamt of the Vision lady again. She was putting foundation, blusher
and mascara on my face and I was otherwise dressed as a lady like her.
I was woken by a woman's voice calling, "Marie, Marie, wake up."
"Who's Marie?" I asked opening my eyes grogily.
"Come in and take a look in the mirror."
I looked in the mirror. I had a bikini tan on my chest. I later found
out that Jenny had arranged this by arranging a bra in such a manner to
create the tan lines of a bikini.
"You said I could call you Marie if you ever had a bikini tan and you
have a garterbelt tan too!"
"Yes but I am your boyfriend Mark."
"But me no buts and prove you are man enough to keep your word
girlfriend! You said I could call you Marie! Now Marie I think it's time
we went shopping. You know you have no choice on your garterbelt,
panties and stockings but I will leave the rest of your attire to you but
remember I will be calling you by your new name. Do you want to wear
your bra?"
It took me a moment to think. I could dress as a man but Jenny was going
to call me Marie constantly if I did so. Better to be thought of as a
real woman.
"Yes please Jenny I will wear my bra."
"OK now we will need to fill out your chest first. You will need to glue
these breastforms on. Hold the right breast with the left hand and the
left breast with the right hand and count to a hundred."
As I looked at my breasts I felt naked. I reached for the bra that Jenny
was dangling from her forefinger and put my arms through the straps. I
couldn't seem to hook it up.
"Most girls start by hooking up their bra first in front and then
rotating it into place before putting their arms through the straps."
"Thank you for showing me how to put on my bra Jenny."
Next I was invited to choose an ankle length dress or a knee length
dress. Jenny however said that she thought I would find it harder to
look convincing in a longer dress having just mastered my heels and it
would be more restrictive of my movements than a shorter dress.
I knew that Jenny wanted me in a shorter dress and as Mark I would have
almost certainly have gone for caution and opted for the longer dress as
I knew the shorter dress would attract more attention. I was, however,
channeling Marie and my shadow side had a devil may care attitude. I
therefore chose the shorter dress.
I stepped into the dress carefully so as not to catch my heels on it. I
then pulled the garment up my fishnet encased legs over my garterbelt and
panties up to my bra and slid my arms through the shoulder holes.
"Zip me," I said.
Something had changed. A man simply did not ask his girlfriend to zip
him into a dress. I was becoming Marie.
I watched as Jenny showed me how to apply nail polish, foundation,
blusher and eye
shadow.
"Here Marie is your first lipstick. Gently caress your bottom lip with
it. Don't put too much pressure on it as you will break it otherwise.
That's it girl. Now rub your lips together and pout. Perfect!"
I wondered what I looked like.
"Here's your mascara. Brush away from the eye. That's it. Now your
hair is too short so you are going to need a wig. Close your eyes I want
it to be a surprise...Here look at yourself in the mirror."
I couldn't believe my eyes! I had become the Vision lady. I was wearing
her dress and had the same hairstyle and make-up.
Jenny gave me a package.
She said, "Marie as today is your birthday or coming out day I have
bought you this present."
It was the hand mirror the Vision Lady had.
That night I saw the Vision Lady in my dream one last time. She smiled
at me and said "I am you and you are me welcome to femininity Marie."
The following morning I told Jenny that she was right about the car and
we had better go shopping for some French Maid dresses.
Epilogue:
Jenny and Marie set up a very successful French Maid cleaning company and
Marie won a female to male drag king competition under the name Mark.
No-one could believe what a convincing man this beautiful lady made.
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