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The Red Dress - Part 2
Final installment in the adventures of a husband who buys himself a
dress. Jennifer prepares for the Gala.
With our successful fundraising for the American Heart Association
complete, there was nothing to do but wait for the Gala. To prepare for
the event, I continued to grow my hair out, grew my nails longer
(definitely too long for a guy) and regularly shaved my legs and
underarms.
About a week before the event, my preparations began in earnest. Susie
had arranged with the boss's wife, Tina, that I would spend the entire
work week dressed as a woman. It would help me to work on my mannerisms
and feminine deportment, Susie claimed. I think it was because she loves
showing me off, like her own Barbie doll. Whatever the reason, however,
Ann supported the idea and she even pledged to come to lunch with "the
girls" every day.
My first event began on Saturday, six days before the Gala. My sister-
in-law, Christine, was an investor in a high-end nail salon near her
town. She had even offered me a job, which I declined. To help me
prepare for my "week of Jennifer," Christine arranged for me to get a
beauty treatment at the salon. My appointment was at 7:30 am, before the
salon opened. I dressed in a pair of skinny jeans, a light sweater and
red booties. Christine, Ann and Susie all accompanied me.
When we arrived, I was impressed. The salon was beautifully decorated,
with sofas in the "relaxation area" (it did not have a reception area),
hardwood floors and soft lighting. The salon had music piped through the
speakers, but I noticed a small stage area in one corner. It seems that
this might be the only salon with live music, I thought.
The employees were, as one might expect, very professional. Every
employee wore a uniform, consisting of a knee-length black pencil skirt,
a pink short-sleeve blouse, with a thin black leather belt. They ladies
all wore black tights and 4 inch pumps. Of course, their hair, makeup
and fingernails were impeccably done. This place definitely had high
standards.
Selena, the owner, took me herself. She told me right off that Christine
had told her the whole story of my crossdressing. She said that I looked
very feminine, and asked what was the longest that I had been dressed.
(I answered, truthfully, only for a day.) As she worked on my nails, she
casually began to discuss my manicure skills.
"I hear that you are quite the manicurist. How often have you given
manicures?"
When I told her that I had done it for several years, she was very
intrigued. "Since Ann and Susie took control of me, I've given manicures
at least once a week," I added.
"That's fabulous. I love a guy with a talent." (and she winked). "Have
you received any training?"
I told her no, but she pressed forward. "You should. I could use
another nail girl around here. We can get very busy."
I passed, but Selena did not stop. "I hold a class here in the evenings
every couple of months. It only takes a few lessons to get your
certification. Then, if you pass your state exam, you can come work for
us!" I laughed, but I remembered that when Christine had offered to get
me a position, Ann had quickly agreed.
Selena chose a burgundy colored nail polish. As she began applying it to
my nails, I noticed that it was the same color as she was wearing. "Is
this a favorite color of yours?" I asked.
"Well, yes, it is. In fact, it's one of the signatures of the salon.
All of our girls wear the same color nail polish. We switch every month,
to keep with the season and the latest fashion. Christine insisted that
you be treated like one of us."
"I'll be sure to thank her," I say. But obviously, I didn't understand
what was happening.
As she finished with my second coat, Selena returned to the topic.
"There," she commented, "just the way I like my girls. When they dry, we
can get you the rest of your uniform."
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"Well, I can't hire you as a manicurist -- yet. You have to be licensed
before you can work on any of my customers. However, my receptionist is
on vacation and I need someone to fill in. Christine said that Jennifer
would work the day."
At that point, Christine came walking toward me with a hangar and a pair
of heels in her hands. On the hangar was the complete salon uniform --
the black pencil skirt, tights, the pink top and a belt. On the top was
a nametag that read, "Jenni."
"We picked this spelling because it was casual, but seemed more exotic.
When you come to work for us full time, you can decide whether to go with
an "i" or a "y"."
"But I didn't agree to work here. I just came for a manicure."
Christine cut me off. "Silly girl, we didn't ask because we knew you
might chicken out. But you see, you don't have a choice. Ann and Susie
have already left to buy you a new outfit for your first day at work. I
live within walking distance, so you don't have any mode of
transportation home. Selena had a need, and we wanted to introduce you
to the working world. So, Jenni, take these heels and get to work!"
I hesitated, but Christine would have none of it. "Look, missy. I'm
larger and stronger than you. I can force you, if you insist. Or maybe
you would rather walk or hitch a ride dressed like that? It's a bit
dangerous to hitchike as a woman, especially if you're not really a
woman. Some guys really go for that, you know. I hope you like giving
blowjobs."
I accepted that I had been set up. I was apprehensive, but a part of me
also was intrigued. I had only limited experience as a woman, and very
few opportunities to try to interact with people. Seeing no real choice,
I took the uniform. I got dressed, and then it was on to makeup and
hair.
"Even though you're not really one of us, you need to look the part,"
Selena said. "At Enchantment Salon, our enchanted ladies are a big part
of the show." Selena had two of her best "ladies" get me ready. When
they were done, I had heavy makeup on, with dark, bold eyes. My hair had
been french braided and I was given dangling earrings and a matching
necklace to wear.
At exactly 9 am, Jenni began her shift. My job was to welcome our
customers, answer the phones and tend to every little need of the
customers or our salon techs. The morning was filled with calls of
"Jenni, can you get us some coffee?" "Jenni, Mrs. Simpson needs a
refill," and "Jenni, would you take Ms. Davis to our relaxation area?
Get her a magazine while she waits." The morning passed very quickly.
The toughest part was the uniform. Have you ever worn a pencil skirt?
The fit is tight, and rather constrictive. I had to take short steps
everywhere I went. I also had to be very careful when sitting to keep my
knees together and smooth my skirt as I sat. But I could see why Selena
chose the uniform. All of "us" looked professional, confident and almost
dominant. "We" were almost as much of the experience as the beauty
treatments. I even noticed a few of the husbands lingering a bit long
after dropping their wives off, or showing up early at pickup time. If
they only knew, I thought. That would be something.
Selena insisted that I touch up my makeup every hour. "You're the face
of Enchantment Salon," she said, "You need to look the part." I was
fixing my lipstick near closing time when Ann and Susie returned.
"Jenni! How was your first day as an Enchantment Girl?" Susie asked.
"Ladies," I corrected. "We are enchanted ladies, not girls." The both
smiled, noting both my use of "we" and my pride.
When the salon closed at 3, I thought I was done. But, as with before, I
was wrong. Ann commented that I spent the whole day as a receptionist,
but didn't get to pursue my "real calling" as a manicurist. "Plus," she
commented, "Christine has never received one of those manicures she has
heard so much about. Since she's not a paying customer, it doesn't
violate any laws for you to work on her. "
Of course, Ann and Susie weren't about to be left out, so they also
requested my services. Selena allowed me to use her station. She also
gave me tips and gentle instruction as I did the women's nails. It was
hard to crouch down for the pedicures in my skirt, but after a bit of a
struggle, I managed fine. "You're a natural," Selena remarked, "I can't
wait for you to start."
Jenni's Work Week
Sunday was a day of preparation. My hair was unbraided, and I had to
practice several different ways of styling my hair myself. In addition,
I practiced talking as Jenni, refining the techniques I learned at the
Enchantment Salon. If I was going to spend the week as Jenni, I should
be convincing. At dinnertime, Susie had another encounter with her
delivery man, this time with me tied to a kitchen chair, wearing a black
bra, stockings and heels, my cock clearly visible. Ann stroked my cock
to make sure I was erect (but did not complete the job). As Susie talked
to the delivery man, I was in constant fear that she would bring him back
to see me. She chatted with him for what seemed like forever, but he
never left the entryway. Instead, after he left, I was treated to watch
Ann and Susie touch each other. I wasn't allowed to climax that night.
Monday's outfit was close to my Enchantment Salon uniform: They bought a
business length skirt and a burgundy silk blouse (to match my nails, of
course). They also bought me several pieces of jewelry. I even received
my first purse. My phone received a makeover, the large black rubber
case was replaced with a feminine pink. My background was a photo of
Jenni working the desk at the Enchantment Salon.
Tina (the boss's wife) welcomed me to work in the morning. Tina has
always been like a den mother to us. She has no official position, but
she's at the office most days. "Welcome, Jenni! I'm so excited to have
you join us."
Tina brought me back to my office. It, too, had been completely changed.
My nameplate had been changed to "Jennifer Hart." The back wall of the
office was painted, from the all white to a softer, warmer color. Around
the office were several photos of me as Jennifer -- wearing my first
green dress (of course), posing with Ann, as the "birthday girl" at the
casino and the like. There was one of me and Ann on vacation at the
beach. But I was now wearing a bikini, my toes were a bubble gum pink,
and I had long hair pulled back in a french braid. Photo editing
software is pretty amazing.
"We took the liberty of adding all of the touches a professional woman
needs. In the drawer are a few pairs of pantyhose, in case you need a
quick change. Clear nail polish is to stop a run. The top drawer has
the essential shades of lipstick. If you have an important meeting,
you'll have everything you need for an emergency touch up. On the back
of your door is an emergency jacket for the unexpected visitor. It will
go with almost any skirt you're wearing, and even looks professional with
slacks. Finally, under your desk is a comfortable pair of flats. We
women wear the heels only as a show for the guys."
"Thank you," I respond. "I'm a bit overwhelmed. This seems like a lot
for only a few days."
"We want you to be comfortable, for as long as Jenni is working with us,"
Tina responded, cryptically.
For the most part, the reception at work was fine. A few of my male co-
workers reacted negatively. "I can't believe you're a sissy," one
remarked, "When you dressed the other time, it seemed like a lark and I
admired your courage. Now, I see that you're not much of a man."
My best male buddy, James, was also somewhat reserved. "This is getting
a little weird. I'll still grab a drink with you after work, but now it
will look like I'm on a date. You're going to have to keep your
distance. And when we play golf, I'm not letting you use the ladies'
tees, skirt or no skirt!"
On the phone (and in email, of course), I was still my male self,
speaking with my normal voice. In the office, I was Jenni. By the
second day, however, it was getting pretty confusing. I once mistakenly
answered the phone as Jenni. It was one of my regular customers, so I
quickly pretended to be my secretary ("Hold for Mr. Hamm," I said). That
same afternoon, Susie transferred a customer (new to me) on the phone. I
answered the internal call as Jenni, not knowing that I was live with the
customer. Susie responded back, repeatedly referring to me as "she." I
was stuck handling the whole call as Jenni. I could imagine Susie
smiling the whole time.
Each day, I had lunch with Ann, Susie and Tina. They critiqued Jenni's
performance, giving me further tips and tricks for passing as a woman.
After lunch, was a quick shopping excursion to buy something feminine --
a fragrant hand lotion, another bracelet, a purse-hanging clip ("so you
don't have to set your purse on the floor at lunch"), etc. By Thursday,
Jenni had way more stuff in my office than I ever did.
Gala Time
Friday, I was given the day off in order to get ready for the gala. I
started with a quick trip to Ann's nail salon. Beth and Trish from work
drove me to the salon. I was dressed in jeans, a red blouse and my red
booties. Beth had again done my makeup. Trish chose OPI's "Heart to
Heart" red for my mani/pedi. They took lots of pictures of me getting my
nails done.
"Jennifer, you have excellent nails," Ann's manicurist told me. "You're
taking good care of them."
"Nails are my best asset," I joke, smiling.
Beth and Trish take me for a light lunch, and then it off to get ready
for the gala. Susie and Christine took control of me next.
"We're off to your place of employment," Christine said. "Well, to your
future place of employment." With that, we arrived at the Enchantment
Salon. Selena and her "Enchanted Ladies" welcomed me warmly.
"There you are, Jenni!" Selena exclaimed. "Let's get you into that gown
and get Cinderella ready for her ball."
In a few minutes, I was wearing the red sequined dress and my Sergio
Rossi heels, my red pedicure showing through the open toes. I had
forgotten how sexy this dress was. I immediately began to feel pride in
my new dress. Or maybe Jenni is asserting herself, I wondered.
Nevertheless, holding my new clutch purse (a gift from Christine), Jenni
sauntered toward the front of the salon.
Christine and Susie went off to Christine's place to get ready for the
gala. "We'll be back in a couple of hours. Ann asked that you not see
her until we get to the event."
"Welcome, Jenni," said Selena, "Come to my station. We are going to start
with an updo, to get your hair off your neck. Then, it will be time for
makeup to show off your inner beauty." Selena quickly began working on
my hair. She made two small braids on each side, pulling them back to a
central point on the back of my head. My hair was styled into a bun
sitting just below the top of my head. Selena added some glitter to my
hair, and then held it all in place with a generous amount of hairspray.
I could feel all of the work being done, but I wasn't allowed to see.
Instead, Selena started on my makeup. This was the third time I had my
makeup done by someone else, and I was starting to enjoy the experience.
(Or, more precisely, Jenni was starting to enjoy it). Selena was clearly
an expert. She explained how the makeup would give me the appearance of
a high cheekbone, would enhance my lips and draw attention to my eyes.
"Your eyes are gorgeous," Selena told me. "I'm jealous."
When she finished, I really wanted to see myself. But that was going to
have to wait just a bit more. Tina (my boss's wife) surprised me at the
salon. "Jenni, you look beautiful. And a beautiful girl deserves some
beautiful jewelry." With that, she presented me with a ruby and diamond
necklace, ruby teardrop earrings and a diamond tennis bracelet. They
were stunning.
"You can borrow these for the night," Tina explained, "Walt [my boss]
bought them for me for our anniversary one year. I don't often get the
chance to wear them, but I always get comments on them when I do. I
wanted Jenni to feel the joy of exquisite jewelry for her special
evening."
"I, I , I don't know what to say," I stammered, "These are beautiful. I
love them. Thank you."
With my jewelry on, I finally was given the chance to see myself. When I
did, I don't know how to explain the feelings I had. Staring at me was a
gorgeous woman. I felt amazed at the transformation. I couldn't believe
that this was me, that a few days ago I was just an ordinary guy (if with
a few somewhat effeminate characteristics). Suddenly, I felt another
strange emotion. One I didn't expect. I began to cry softly.
"Whoa, honey! Stop that!" Selena scolded. "You're going to ruin your
makeup."
"Selena, I'm sorry. I don't know how to say this. I'm overwhelmed and
confused. I, I, I look beautiful. And, the thing is, I'm really happy
that I do. Not in the 'there, I showed them' way. But in a deep and
personal way. I am proud and happy right now. Happy to be a woman, if
that makes any sense."
"Now you know why we women go through so much trouble to look pretty. I
see it every day. Maybe not in as dramatic a way as you demonstrated,
but I see it nonetheless. There is power in beauty. Pride, confidence,
strength. What you are experiencing is the true joy of femininity. It's
always been in you. We just helped it come out."
I regained my composure before Susie and Christine returned. They were
ready for the gala, wearing their own red cocktail dresses. ("I hope you
don't mind," Susie whispered to me, "but I am wearing one of your red
bras and panties. Since I don't think I will be able to have you
tonight, you can at least make me wet.")
My biggest surprise was Ann. My normally conservative wife went all out
for the gala. She had on a tight fitting red minidress that barely
reached her thighs. With her own pair of Sergio Rossi heels, he legs
were the longest and most gorgeous I've seen. She had her own updo, with
a rhinestone headpiece incorporated into it.
"You look amazing!" I exclaimed.
"Jennifer is not going to be the only one catching the guys' eyes
tonight," she responded. "But don't you worry; Jennifer is the only one
who will get inside this dress."
We had our own table for the gala (thanks to the large amount that I
raised). I had a wonderful time at the event, even if I did indulge in
the champagne a little too much. When they called Jennifer on to the
stage to acknowledge donors that had raised $10,000 or more, I felt
wobbly on my knees. As I climbed the stairs, however, I expertly
clutched my dress so as not to trip, much to Susie's and Ann's enjoyment.
The host even complimented me on my necklace.
I was surprised that no one thought Jenni was odd or out of place. As
the night wore on, the thought of being Jennifer became more and more
natural to me. I know I was a little drunk, but when I asked Tina if I
could work as Jennifer full time, I was serious. She enthusiastically
agreed. And, the next day, I signed up for Selena's nail tech classes.
Jenni both a full time and a part time vocation awaiting her.
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