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A Year Ago - part II by MadQuill
This is an evolving story of sensual investigation. Please review the
first Phase...
I awoke the next morning around 7am and lying in bed considered
yesterday's events. Before bed I wandered the Web reviewing the blog,
chat and discussion sites where dressing was prominent. I was shocked
how many of the people posted images of themselves, many too raunchy for
my taste. I didn't feel I was alone with the new interest, just not
quite as off as some. Could this become more than a casual sideline for
me? There seemed to be a great number of males involved with acting out
their desires. I was more than a little committed with dressing having
spent nearly $2,400 dollars on the styling and clothes.
The alternative sites where the 'girls' seemed to respect themselves and
women in general were less common. The ribald seemed to dominate the
imaginations of most. I figured I was like most, trying at an illusion.
I wondered if I could step further. Was this dressing a bit freaky or
was there something deeper driving my interest? Could I enjoy living as
a woman? Then I realized I wasn't done shopping. Cheryl had mentioned
hose but I had distracted her with a question regarding my 4" heels and
we hadn't completed the selection. I ran my hand over the stubble
growing on my legs. I couldn't go out without some pantyhose. I decided
to shave my legs.
After my shower I was applying some lipstick when I realized that I
needed to shave my face as well. Going out with lipstick and an apparent
beard would be a circus act. I would need to develop a new morning
regiment. That is, if I intended to actually be presentable during the
workday, but for who? I rarely had visitors and infrequently went out
during the day. But right now I needed some pantyhose so I got in the
Audi.
Back at the DrugFair I found a rack with the L'eggs, but which ones?
What was a medium, and was I in need of support? Not wanting to not run
into Esther I was nervous, but I lingered trying to review the packages.
I then panicked, grabbed two Silken Mists, nude and suntan large, and
moved to the checkout. It was early and the store was quiet as I exited.
Once back in the car I realized there was no reason to run out. I looked
ok; a woman out for an early errand before work.
Returning home I spent sometime deciding which dress to wear today.
Selecting the outfit took more time than I'd considered. I put on a new
bra with the falsies and a bikini, slipped the dress over my head and
re-settled and styled my hair. With the light make up my face was not
right, but the problem was not mascara or blush. The dress looked
terrible. It was bunched up around my hips. My legs looked great in the
simple hose and the medium heels. I realized I didn't have a slip. I
pulled the material a bit to get it to look ok, but I'd need some other
garments. I fixed my face and grabbed my cooling coffee and started the
cpu.
I discovered two on-line sites offering a range of products, lingerie
and stocking, one with free shipping. The search didn't end with
pantyhose. Soon I was in full lingerie mode and stopped. Was I ready to
begin a 'collection'? The cart had over fifteen items; hose, panties,
three slips or what were called chemises, and one delicate set including
a suspender, bra and thong. The pause allowed me to review another page,
shapewear. I was carrying some weight in my tummy, maybe this waist
cincher would be necessary. The images showed a good result and now the
cart had over twenty items, since I added several more suspenders and
stockings.
I'd planned to work from home today and just await the Brown truck
delivery tomorrow. Just stay quiet and see how things went. I needn't
worry about anything; I was trying to see if I could adjust to the
affect the new clothes caused. I looked at my fingers. The nails needed
attention, either as I typically maintained them, or as a woman would. I
didn't have a nail file but in my tool kit there was one that might
work. Being careful I shaped the 1/8" long ends and softened the edges.
I didn't have a polish; again to the DrugFair?
The next afternoon I enjoyed opening all of the fine garments and
revising my drawer layout. Shifting the stuff was easy, but organizing
the garments was new to me. The top was now for my girl stuff. I quickly
removed my tight low-rise bootcut jeans and the red top and slipped the
nude tone satin chemise on. Opening one of the Wolford packages of hose
to discover an error. The package had the sheer hose I ordered but also
a pair of nude suspender pantyhose. It took a few minutes to figure how
to get the unusual hose on. I now put on my dress from yesterday and it
hung perfectly. A call interrupted my investigations and I didn't get
all of the items unpacked until the evening. I wondered if I could now
safely venture out in a dress.
After completing my work agenda for the day I returned to the bedroom
and the new garments. As I unwrapped each item I became more aware how I
was consciously changing myself. Each walk past the mirror stirred my
realization that I'd spent most of the day in heels and a dress. Having
a face on was causing a distraction; there was a girl, I mean a young
lady in my home. But I was still a rough guy in a dress, moving about, a
bit of a klutz, rather than a woman. This thought caused me to pause. A
woman moves more carefully about the world. I could get along just as I
was, but I considered the alternatives. Dressing was only part of this
experiment. I'd convinced myself that my voice wasn't an issue. Being
bruised was one thing, tearing an $18 dollar pair of tights was another
matter; a found the term was 'ladder'. I needed more than a blouse and
falsies to become what I seemed to desire.
I stepped back to the room I used as an office and spent a thirty
minutes checking out a site focused on female expression and deportment.
I'd also reviewed a Website video suggesting how a woman should walk in
heels. With the simple suggestions I practiced around the house,
sitting, standing and walking. The mirror helped me see how my subtle
movements were so off base. After an hour I sat down and considered my
next move.
I wanted to enjoy the evening weather so considered my options. Maybe a
stop at the new wine bar down in the Village center might give me some
confidence in my appearance and manner. After an hour the mirror just
was too biased. There was a little risk, someone might see through the
disguise. I grabbed my wallet, ahh. Now I needed another accessory. I
could stop at a nearby luggage shop before the bar.
I loved the new silky hose on my shaved legs but the suspender was going
to take time to adjust to. Each shorten step in my black pumps reminded
me that I was wear stockings, somewhat distracting, yet nice as well.
I'd pushed my makeup to slightly deeper tones and hoped I didn't look
over the top. This was much more effort than I thought previously. I had
donned the earrings and necklace to finish my look. I probably would buy
some other jewelry soon.
The lady at the bag shop was helpful and didn't seem to see the true
guy, but I was working to keep that dude under wraps. I purchased a
small simple Coach bag, a women's wallet, and a Swatch. She had to help
me with the clasp. I was a little nervous as she held my wrist.
"You have such fine features dear, I wish may hands looked this good. I
like the natural finish of your nails. The red leather accents your
black dress so nicely. And the camel bag is a good selection. Shall I
remove the stuffing and tag?"
I decided to park across the Green so I could practice the speed and
length of my gait. The varied surface of the walkways required focus.
The concrete and stone were ok, but the path across the Green was dense
gravel. Each step had to be considered. Entering the bar I saw it was
nearly empty. The bar girl didn't give me a second look which calmed my
heart rate and she smiled as she asked for my selection. The Pinot was
pleasant and I chatted with a couple about the neighborhood while seated
looking out to the Green. A single gentleman came in but seemed to be
waiting for someone. I finished the glass and considered taking a longer
walk about the Green. I needed more practice to help break in the 3?"
tall shoes. It was a nice evening, my heels clicking on the bluestone as
I moved around the outer ring of the large Green. The surfaces were
easier to deal with than the gravel as I practiced my new walk.
"Excuse me Miss, do you know where Tony's Bistro is?" a young man called
from a car along side the curb.
I looked about to get my bearings, "You might have just passed the
street, off to the left back about 300 yards," he smiled and thanked me,
then drove off in the wrong direction. A moment later he came by slowly
and stopped again, now heading the correct way.
"Thanks for the help. Could I buy you a drink Miss, if you have a few
minutes? My meeting doesn't start until 7:30 and I..."
I cut him off, "I appreciate your offer sir, but I've got to get back,
Thanks." And I turned at the block where the Audi was parked. I wondered
if how I'd spoken had sounded to manly, '300 hundred yards' seemed very
specific. I lived in a small Village but the Green attracted quite a few
people to the nearly twenty small restaurants.
He moved off a little slowly, maybe checking me out as I got in and
started the car. My first adventure seems to have gone off without a
hitch. I enjoyed the flirting and the walk. I was surprised how these
heels weren't a bother. Cheryl had said the money would be well spent,
$425 for a pair of shoes? The affect on my posture was a good thing and
I liked seeing my reflection in the storefront as I'd walked past.
Window-shopping hadn't been important before.
I now understood the term 'passing' that I read about on-line. Ester and
Cheryl weren't playing me. I could dress and look sufficiently womanly.
It was a good day, I'd been dressed and acting this new role for the
entire day. At a traffic light I checked my face, I still needed to
practice with the tones and powders. My face looked too shiny.
Back home I did some Site maintenance and then found a sexy site with
pictures of transwomen that weren't racy and under dressed. I search
those words 'under dressed' and a site video with two beautiful women
making love popped up. While I had dressed as a woman for three days,
this was my first time thinking of my new activity in a sexual frame.
Maybe I would slipped my dress off and play for a while.
The two women were shown in lingerie, one in a silvery white, the other
is black, each removing some garments and than re-dressing. This seemed
so sexy to me and I moved to select the items I might wear. Removing the
dress I went to the mirror, the heels pushed my bottom high and my
calves looked remarkable in the taut hose. I lifted the hem of the
chemise and adjusted the fit of the garters off of the suspender.
Turning to look at my back I could see the image of the women in the
video touching each other, but I was distracted by the small tuff of
hair on my lower back. I needed to consider shaving or some other
method. Maybe I should get a removal cream?
Returning to the mirrored view of my butt, I adjusted the thong and the
re-positioned the garter straps on the hose seeing how the two girls had
accomplished theirs. I was a little stiff as they played. I turned to
review how the chemise looked hanging over my bra. I needed to loss more
tummy flab. I went to drawer and picked out one of the two waist
cinchers I had received. The nude one was a simple tube with ten hooks.
It was a challenge to attach the garment but it did as advertised, with
the chemise back on I saw a waistline. The exercise regiment would trim
my waist over the next month. Until then I planned to use the cincher.
Together with my wide hips the definition of a waist made me feel
better. Comfort be damn!
I turned back to watch the girls, there lovemaking had moved along. The
blonde in black was vigorously licking the other sexy girl. The one in
silver was a real beauty. The world for porn actors wasn't too bad if
this girl could enjoy herself and make a living. Her head was back, off
the edge of the bed, and she was coming. I felt my panty and started to
lightly tap atop my tucked mound similar to how the girl was in the
video. I moment later I'd soaked my thong, the orgasm rising
surprisingly quick. Today's near constant stimulation was enough to
cause me to come. I hadn't touched my penis!
To be continued.
This could be quite an adventure for, Hallie? But she hadn't committed
to a name as of yet. We'll see what she decides. Maybe it will be
Charlotte, or Vickie, shoot why not Sara ? It can't be Madeline, Tess
or Louisa.
Thank you for reading ! Maddy
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