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Katherine has a new outfit. You saw it in her car Every last ounce of you wants it, wants to wear it, wants to...be...her. You realize there is no way you can get it from her...but you can buy one exactly the same! Katherine, has such wonderful classy taste. you love how she dresses, her style, her wardrobe, everything about her. You've planned it out so well, you know she bought it at Nordstrom's, the size, everything. You have hatched this bizarre little plan, of you walking into the store as your mother in law and buying the same outfit. You smile as you think of what you are about to do. You dress in a nice pair of depends, covered with a pair of Katherine's cotton white panties. Your corset has cinched your waist to her size....makes your hips and ass look huge with all that padding you added. You go to the trouble of wrapping your chest and creating cleavage, then put on one of Katherine's bras you stole a few months ago. You pull up a pair of nice white capris you stole from her, then a pretty yellow tank tucked in. you belt it in, then follow up with white button up sweater with tiny flowers on it. You are in heaven, the one outfit you stole from her....and it fits perfectly! Your makeup done, so much like hers, the same brands, applied the same way...her perfume....and the jewelry you stole. You admire the sort pink colored nails and her ......now your, bracelets dangling from your wrists. And the wig.....oh......it was so expensive....real human hair, styled as close as you could like hers and you even got the color right! You see the finished product in the mirror, then pull on the sparkly cork heeled sandals over your painted toenails. You are her! You drive to Nordstrom's, a mature woman, your tiny dick hard buried in your Depends. You smile and sigh as a trickle of urine fills them.....you have gotten so used to them! You pull into the big parking lot, grab your purse and head into the store. First stop is shoes!!! You need to find the same salmon 2" pumps she had on. You ask the attendant for help, she is a young girl, and smiles.....and tells you that she would be glad to find the shoes for you. She whispers in your ear, "You are very pretty sissy, and so passable, but I won't tell." She giggles and goes back to the stock room. Out she comes with a box of the pumps, they fit perfectly! You take them and head over the women's department. You search through the dresses and find the suits. Then you see it.....the 2 piece salmon pink outfit. Its the same skirt suit you saw in Katherine's car. You tremble a little as you admire it on the hanger, just to the knee, sleeves to the elbows, white piping trim. You finger the sateen type material of the suit. You ask the attendant for a size 12 top and a 14 skirt. Katherine's bottom and big hips require the bigger skirt. She smiles and says that these tend to run small as she leads you to the dressing room. You are in bliss as you try it on...but she was correct...it does run small. The attendant asks if you need a bigger size, you say, "Yes." She returns with the larger sizes and says, "That's so funny, I have another lady trying on the same outfit in the same size as you because she bought it without trying it on." You pull on the outfit and the pumps, can't wait to show the sales lady, the world. That you are Katherine. You walk out of the dressing room into the store, and there you are face to face with the real Katherine in the exact same outfit! So there you stand, face to face with Katherine, wearing the same outfit.....you are for all intents and purposes a passed middle aged mature woman....looking at your twin. The silence is quickly broken by the cute little girl from the shoe department. She runs up to you. "Katherine, you left your purse in the shoe department." When trying on the shoes you had told her your name....and the fact that you were trying to be your mother in law. "Oh my," she says, "is this who you want to be? You look just like her!" She smiles and hands you the purse and walks away down the aisle. Katherine looks at you...she is beyond angry. She grabs your wrist, she recognizes the jewelry, the way you makeup is applied, the perfume, the hair. She pulls you into the dressing room and forces you into her stall. "What the fuck is going on?" She slaps you. "Are you some kind of pussy fag?" "Take off that outfit now." You unbutton the top and pull down the skirt....standing there in your underwear...her underwear. "Is that my underwear?" You nod....she reaches into the font of the panties...inside the Depends..."Oh my God, you are wet!" She grabs your tiny penis. "No wonder you want to be a girl. How did you even have children with this tiny thing?" The words turn you on and your penis twitches. The truth of the matter is all this humiliation has excited you. She notices and grabs it, pulling it like a cow's teat. "Oh, you like this Katherine? Pansy ass fag! So, you want to be me? I might just make you go on my lunch date...i bet you would like that wouldn't you honey?" You can't help it...your tiny limp dick starts to shoot...you have an orgasm and you ejaculate in a pair of her Depends soaked in your urine, dressed in her clothes, looking like her twin. She pulls her hand from the wet and squirt filled Depends.... "So did my little sissy fag like that......you like being Katherine?" She lifts her hand up to your pushed up cleavage and wipes a little bit of clear cum on your exposed breast. "I think you might like having lunch with my date.......would you like that ..Katherine? You want to meet a real man...seeing as you are not one yourself anymore." She raises her finger to your mouth....you involuntarily open your lip stick coated mouth...she puts her fingers in. "There, there...you like that taste don't you?" You nod...you can't help yourself. She thinks for a minute. "Yes....I think you need to meet my date. We have only chatted online. He seems quite smitten with me, and I did let him know I am very oral inclined when it comes to men. I was not so keen on seeing him after I said that, but if you were to go...'Katherine'...I just might not tell my daughter about this...no wait...that would be your daughter now...isn't it?" she chuckles. "Now....he was expecting to meet me....i mean you... for coffee over Panera. So let's get you dressed...Katherine" She reaches over and grabs her navy blue polyester slacks that she was wearing earlier...and has you step into them, fastening the zipper...."Oh my...I bet you will need to change that Depends soon." She laughs. Then she takes the pink heels from your feet and replaces them with her blue flats with a 1" heel. Then she takes the v neck cream colored short sleeve v neck sweater and pulls if over your head. It was a good thing you wrapped your chest, as your cleavage shows nicely! She removes your jewelry and replaces it with her own...her dangly necklaces, her earrings. She goes next store and puts on what you wore. You have essentially traded places...you are now Katherine...she is the son in law dressed like a woman. "Oh here, you will need this" She hands you her purse. On the way out of the dressing room she presents the matching dresses and shoes to the sales lady. "My son in law and I will take these." Your mother in law looks at you,, "Pay the lady" The sales lady is speechless, "Oh yes, he loves being just like me....as a matter of fact he had a lunch date with a nice man, don't you honey?" You nod and answer......feeling the strangest sensation of pride.... "Yes, we met online and I am so looking forward to meeting a real man!" You walk out of Nordstrom's in the outfit Katherine dressed you in.....no one notices you....the perfect older woman shopping. Wait...you have no idea where her car is!!!! You reach into her purse and pull out her keys, press the alarm button. Lucky you she.....I mean you....parked nearby. You open the door and slide in...a little amazed that you did that just like a woman.....just like her. You belt yourself in and are aware of the expanded absorbent materials in the Depends.....a quick glance in the purse shows you that Katherine was not having issues that day.....so no spare. You start the car and check the mirrors....you flip down the sun visor....Katherine looks back at you! OMG, you are in her car in her clothes, on your way to meet someone as her!!! So overwhelming...and erotic. You tiny penis quivers in its wet cocoon. You reach into the bag and pull out the lipstick...perfect match to what you have on, you did your homework so well! You touch up your lips and a few other things, another quick spray of her perfume....so much sensory overload....your sissy penis leaks cum into the Depends...you just had a mini orgasm! Flushed and surprised.....and pleased, you put the car in gear and head to the nearest pharmacy....you need to buy Depends. Pulling out of the lot....as her! Your pretty nails and jewelry decorating your hands as they manipulate the wheel, you merge into traffic.....as your mother in law. You drive thru traffic.....you notice how careful you are, how aware you are, such a cautious driver, just like her...and the fact that as a woman you feel a little vulnerable at stop lights....especially when men look at you. Yes, vulnerable, weak...but yet somehow empowered, especially when you smiled at a 30 something gentleman in the Nissan next to you and he smiled back. You find the CVS pharmacy about 2 miles away and pull into the parking lot. The Depends has become very uncomfortable with the urine and two deposits of sperm in them. Your mind wanders to what it must be like for a toddler of an infant.....a smile escapes your face as you imagine yourself in a adorable baby dress strapped into an infant carrier in the back of your wife's car. You dismiss that fleeting fantasy. This is really happening. You pull into the lot, remove your seat belt, and exit the car. You amaze yourself at how fluid you motions are...how much you are adapting to the clothes, the weight of the breast forms, the cute flats. Walking into the store you head for the incontinence aisle. You have borrowed enough of Katherine's to know the size you need. A younger man stocking shelves asks if he can help you. OMG..you have to talk like her now. "No thank you," you say in a very nice feminine voice.....good thing you have been practicing for the better part of 8 months...every since you borrowed that first bra and stood in front of the mirror in her bathroom and jerked off saying, "I am Katherine, I am Katherine." You needn't of worried about your voice however...he was staring directly at the arch of your cleavage. You feel a rush......oh my.......another tiny little leak of cum from your flaccid penis, another mini orgasm. The fact he was attracted to you sexually was a huge turn on...so empowering. You lightly brush past him in the aisle with a sexiest smile you can muster, and know that you just made him get a huge erection in his pants by his obvious attempt to hide it. You walk across the the store to the checkout, so aware of your movements......filled with a sense of wonder....being her, being Katherine. You get up to the line, then it dawns on you. You only have her purse....not your own debit card! You search through the purse, move the cute sunglasses (you note to yourself you will need to wear them when you leave. You find her wallet....her ID, various gift cards, her debit card...thank goodness......but you don't know the pin #...they will have to run it as a credit..and you see on the backside of the debit it says, "Check ID." You look up, the older 60ish woman is scanning them and putting them in the bag. "Anything else dear?" she asks. You say, "No, that's all I need." She gives you a knowing look and whispers, "do you need a place to change dear? You look a little flustered" You smile and say, "oh my yes, that would be wonderful, I am a little...well...wet." She takes the debit and asks to see your ID. You pull it out and hand it to her..she smiles as she looks at it. "You look so much younger in person! Now, here is your receipt, and you can go through that side door and use the employee restroom, if you'd like...I have the same problem honey." You take the bag from the nice lady at the checkout, you somehow feel bonded, accepted into the club....a mature woman who pees her diaper like a baby girl. That delicious feeling washed over you as you go to the employee restroom. You enter and lock the door. Removing Katherine's cute flats, pulling down YOUR slacks that show off you ample ass and thighs. You have to pull down the panties and panty hose, remove them, to get to the Depends, taking your foam hip and butt pads out and carefully setting them on the back of the toilet seat. You pull off the sodden female diaper, full of your urine and the remains of 3 sissy orgasms. Well...not all the remains, as you remember vividly Katherine making you suck your own cum from her fingers...it makes you shiver in delight. You look up and see your image in the mirror....the cute sweater with the dangly necklace, the line of cleavage, the perfectly made up face....you are in her role now.....her clothes, interacting as her in public. You even have the ID to prove it.....Katherine. You open the package and pull out a fresh Depends, then use a wipe from YOUR purse to clean yourself up, then pull on the diaper...it's what it is after all, a diaper for an old woman...and you are that old woman now!. You pull on the panties and the hose, adjusting your padding.....you finish pull those pretty slacks up, squeezing then over your ass and hips...so nice!! Then a ringing sound comes from your purse...Katherine's cell phone! You reach into the purse and look at it...it is your wife!!! You can't possibly answer!!! You let it go to voice mail, then check the message. "Hey mom just thinking of you, wanted to touch base before you meet this guy. I wish you the best mom, and I support you getting out there in the world again, I it has to be tough without a man, Love you....call me and let me know how it went, and especially if you are going to go to that shindig this evening with him. NO, I don't think your moving too fast, just be careful, and make sure you like him, I'm sure you'll look smashing after you dropped all that money on that new outfit!" You stare at the phone, you just listened to a message your wife left for Katherine, and you are now in the position of having to be her, finish it out or the beans will be spilled. You glance in the mirror again, calm comes over you, you are so in love with looking like this, presenting yourself in public as her, just the simple act of driving, walking, and the delicious knowledge that the real Katherine knows. You walk from the employee restroom, thanking the woman at the counter and head to the car, remembering to put on the cute sunglasses from the purse. You see your shadow on the ground...it's her shadow. You get into the car, belt yourself in, just about to put the car in gear, then the phone rings. It's YOU! You carefully answer, "Hello, Katherine here." The real Katherine says, "Oh my, you even sound like a girl, almost sound like me.....enjoying your time--sissy? Please remember you have to meet this nice man Kevin at Panera in about 15 minutes. He will be in a grey jacket and black pants. I have only talked to him online, but I would still be very careful as he thinks you are me. And if things go well he is going to ask you to accompany him to some event his job is having tonight....it's a good thing you bought that salmon skirt suit and heels! I think you will pretty much accept his offer, as I would hate to tell your wife what you are doing....out dressed as me meeting men! Such a sissy fag! You have all that Katherine?" You answer, "Yes, I understand." "Are you looking forward to meeting a real man, because you obviously aren't one?" You look in the rear view mirror, an attractive older woman with perfect hair and makeup looks back at you. "No," you say, "I am not much of a man." "Good," she says, "give me a call when you get done, ok Katherine?" "Yes, I will," you answer......feeling so emasculated, feminized, yet free. You hang up the cell. You see the number of the call, it was from you...but that's not you anymore, is it? You glance into the mirror on the sun-visor....can you really do this? Really meet a man for lunch? What if he finds out you are a guy? What if he tries to kiss you? That thought gives you great fear, as you know you're not gay, but something about being in this role, being her is driving you......and the thought of wearing that skirt suit, walking in the heels, dancing, laughing, being her. The emotions overcome you, and again your tiny little sissy penis squirts into the Depends, and your body is wracked with a tiny powerful orgasm. You have never had that happen before...and now multiple times in a day. You compose yourself, put the car into gear with determination and head the half mile away to Panera. You pull in, your gut is in knots....you want to drive off, enough of this sissy stuff....fuck that bitch, She's bluffing, you are not going through with it. You put her car in park and look into the mirror again, and absent mindedly reach into the purse and start touching up your make up. OMG.....you did that so naturally.......part of you wants to be pretty for a man, but its more than that...it's about being her, you love the way you look, the feel of the bra straps on your shoulders, the smell of her perfume, the way you walk, the way you have practiced talking as a woman for months. You look in the mirror one more time as you shut off the car. "I am Katherine Taylor" you say in a very feminine and passable voice, grab your purse, exit the car, and glide across the parking lot, moving with all the grace and confidence of a 60 something woman who knows she is attractive and pretty, wearing the perfect outfit for your mature body, your breasts jiggling at the top of your cleavage, your hips with the right amount of sway. You are at the door, with a smile and a quick breath you walk in... The door closes behind you, the place is very busy lots of hustle and bustle, you notice at first that there are LOTS of women in your age group.....what a odd thought....you think of yourself as one of them, and you are more attractive than 80%! The thought washes over you, you are an attractive mature woman, so aware of your clothing, your jewelry, the perfect image that Katherine always puts forth, and now it it your image......YOURS! You start to glance around...looking for an older man in a great sport coat and black slacks....you are seriously debating about running.....then you feel a large strong hand at the back of your waist, "Katherine?" you hear beside you. It makes you jump slightly, you hand goes to your chest in the most feminine way of showing surprise, you turn and see a nice looking older man, 6'3" with balding salt and pepper hair, dark tan, and deep green eyes. with a prominent belly. "Oh Katherine, I am so sorry for scaring you." You laugh...a very feminine, sexy and heartfelt laugh......it broke all the tension you were feeling. You place your hand on his shoulder, give him a peck on the cheek and say, "that's quite all right, I needed to get my blood flowing today." You just kissed an elderly/mature man on the cheek.......dressed as a your mother in law, using her name, being her.....it takes all your self-control not to have one of those tiny little orgasms again. You like this......you actually love being her. "If you don't mind me saying you look just like your picture," he says. Then he gestures with his hand. "Shall we?" he asks, and leads you to the table..."Lead the way!" you place your arm in his...OMG......what are you doing? He leads you to the table pulls out the chair, has you sit, then pushes you in. He sits across from you....so far so good! The waitress brings menus, and you start right into a discussion about food and restaurants and travel...you find him easy to talk to, he seems to be genuinely interested in what you say. You use as much of Katherine's background as you can and fake your way through the rest. The waitress comes back, a little perturbed that you haven't order yet.....you have just spent 15 minutes talking up a storm with a man as his date! You start to find him fascinating, he has such a nice deep voice, a well- traveled and educated man.....15 minutes later the waitress comes back.....you have not even glanced at the menu! "Would you just like a cup of coffee Katherine?" "Yes, that would be wonderful" you answer....the waitress sulks off, pissed that you are not going to be dropping big money for lunch, and there went her tip. Pissed that this old couple is making all goggly over one another and she can't get a date. You find your body language changing as you both talk, you are leaning into the conversation, he is a wonderful story teller, so charming, and you giggle to yourself that he is having the hardest time not looking at your cleavage and keeping eye contact! Why are you acting this way.......it hits you...you like him...as a woman. The thought is so foreign...yet you feel wonderful. An hour and a half passes, still wrapped up with each other, such an interesting man! Your phone goes off, its ring tone breaking the zone you both were in. It's You. "Excuse me Kevin, I need to get this, it's my son in law." Katherine says, "Well sissy boy, you must have really hit it off! I am sending you directions to the nail salon and hair salon so you can be ready for his shindig tonight.....you are looking forward to going, aren't you?" "Yes I am, I'll talk to you and my daughter later." You hang up and make a joke about them being all worried about you. "So" he asks,, "Would you like to go with me to my awards dinner tonight?" You don't even blink an eye.....not worried about what you have gotten yourself into, just knowing you would like to have this man see you in your new outfit and that you could spend some more time with him. "Yes silly, of course I will go with you....but I need to leave now so I can get ready." He pays the bill, comes over pulls your chair out, takes your hand as you get up.....you are so into this role! He walks you to your car, your hand manicured hand slips into his. "I'll pick you up at 7:00," his eyes twinkle, he bends down to give you a quick kiss, you go up on one foot to reach him....you actually did that.....like a woman in an old movie!!! The kiss lasts just a little too long, which makes you notice the huge bulge in his pants. "Seven sharp, I had a wonderful lunch!" You pull away and wave......looking down at the phone, an address to a nail salon is in the messages. You head that way....on top of the world..... You follow the directions Katherine sent you to the nail shop. It dawns on you that this is the place she goes for herself...and you are going as her...to get your nails done.....as your mother in law. You park in the lot, open the car door...you are getting WAY too use to moving as a woman in public. There is a distinct grace and femininity to your walk now. Entering the nail salon you are confronted with a knowing glance from the Asian woman from behind the counter. She knows. "Katherine call and said make sissy son in law have pretty old lady nails like her." You nod as she leads you over to the nail station. There is an attractive young lady at the station next to you having her nails done...she heard. "You really are quite pretty....I would have never guessed you're not an older woman!" You thank her in your best fem voice, and your tiny penis quivers in delight. The tech removes the false nails you had on and goes about applying pretty acrylic nails...an incredible French manicure set. You love the attention you are getting....so nice...getting pampered...as Katherine...as a mature woman. She finishes...you hold up your hands and admire....awesome! 1/2" long, so feminine, so real!!! Exactly the same look as Katherine gets. OMG.....it dawns on you......your wife is home tomorrow.....you have these on. Wait! You remember there is a can of acetone in the garage...lots of soaking tonight to get these off! You pay with her credit card, and leave a nice tip. The Asian lady says, "thank you Miss Katherine, you make very pretty sissy fag." You smile.... as that pretty much is what you are at this point....you kissed a man not over an hour ago dressed in your mother in laws clothes. Walking out to the car you see you missed a call...from your wife! You get into the car and check the message. "Hey Mom, sorry things tanked, call me if you need to talk" Tanked? Not sure what to make of that call. You head off now to the hair salon. You drive to the salon, you keep glancing at your hands on the wheel...my god, you have women's nails,,,,her nails....you adjust the mirror, looking at your self.....you want to stop all this...but you can't.....the pull is too great.....you NEED to wear that outfit....be seen in public in it.....be her in it.....been seen by him in it......that was a strange thought.....it's important to look pretty for him...because of the way he treated you....and how he made you feel like a woman...like her. Pulling into the salon....yes..it's Katherine's salon...you have picked her up here before..and now you are walking in as her. The owner greats you as you walk in, "Katherine..you look so great....but I know we are going to make it perfect for tonight" she then whispers, "My God, I can't believe you are her son-in-law what fag...look at you...you even walk like a girl." She takes you over to the chair..you are a woman in a hair salon. She starts to remove the wig...you freak out a little your hands go up to your head and you tell her, "No!" "Please Katherine, trust me." The smiles from the other girls and patrons are priceless as she pulls the wig off.....making it obvious that even with the body and makeup and mannerisms you are a sissy..a man pretending to be a woman. She runs her fingers through your hair medium length natural hair....."Yes, I can work with this.....just lay back and relax honey....Katherine's called ahead...and you are going to be just like her when we are done." You smile and enjoy the sensations of having your hair brushed and played with. You get startled when you see her start to pull out hair extensions..and she start to tie them to your hair!, "What are you doing???" you ask. "Well silly, you need more length, and the color is wrong....we will take care of it...you will be so pretty...just like her..I promise" You relax...the thought of being her....yes. A considerable amount of time is spent attaching, then cutting, then coloring. an hour and a half later your chair is turned..you look in the mirror.....OMG..you have her hairstyle...not a wig........you reach up to touch it...you smile.....you start to get a little teared up... "I'm....I'm her!", "Yes honey, you have her hair now!" the stylist says. You stand and can not stop touching it....you have a woman's haircut.....Katherine's length, cut, style and color.....you brush it back from your forehead, see the image in the mirror....and have one of those delicious orgasms inside your tiny flaccid penis again. You pay the bill..and are practically bouncing on the way to the car.......hmm...I guess I can get this cut out and colored before tomorrow....the phone rings.....its you. You look at the phone....its you. You answer, "Katherine speaking.", "Good girl" she answers back. "Maybe you shouldn't be avoiding your daughters phones calls with as feminine as you sound....HA HA!", "Now you need to come home so you can get ready..Kevin is such as nice man and you would hate to disappoint him by not looking your best..Katherine. It's 5:15....so get a move on grandma, don't wan't your wife to find out who you have been today!" Hanging up, you look in the mirror....OMG..the hair...her hair...your hair...perfectly framing your face...you love this, every last bit of it. You are lost in being her.....then the phone rings...you look at the screen..it's Kevin! OMG.....what do you do? Maybe he is canceling...all this can go away! "Hello, Katherine speaking", "Hi Katherine, it's Kevin, do you have a minute?", "Yes of course I do, whats on your mind? Not backing out on me, are you?" you state, half hoping he does cancel, yet fearful you will not get to wear that magnificent salmon pink suit. "Well, Katherine, I really enjoyed spending time with you today, it's been the most fun I have had in years, but then I got your email....and well...regardless...I think you are a beautiful woman and I can not wait to see you tonight." Not sure what to say in return....."well, thank you for understanding" You guess.....what email????, "and I look forward to seeing you tonight too, I enjoyed myself more this afternoon that I ever thought possible" Thats very true, you enjoyed being on a date with a man, and you very much liked the kiss...homo sissy faggot."So I will still be there at 7, you are a lovely woman no matter what Katherine, bye!" He called you a lovely woman.......a lovely woman named Katherine! You drive to her...no..to YOUR house, turning on the radio and singing along with the radio. You pull into her driveway.....or your driveway? So confusing.....you love this role. In the back of your mind the nails and the hair...wife home by noon tomorrow....getting 'de-Katherined' in time....it makes you worried...and a little sad. Parking the in the driveway you get out and walk into the house, not even having a second thought about people seeing you....you are in her clothes..her hair, you are her. You walk in the door, She is sitting on the couch waiting for you. "It's about time Katherine, we have so much to do!" She stands up, OMG she is stunning, wearing a silk grey robe, hair and makeup done, her curves showing through the thin material. She can't help but notice your expression. "So sissy, are you turned on my me or by wanting to be me? Which is it?" You leak a little cum into the depends.... "I want to be you." She smiles and takes your hand, leading you into her bedroom. She slowly undresses you, until you stand there in her bra and Depends. She drops her robe, she is wearing a matching bra and depends. She comes close to you, your breasts almost touching, then turns you to look in the mirror, standing next to her. "Your hair is perfect, it's absolutely identical to mine! And look at your nails." She takes you hand and you admire it next to hers. "And the nails......i bet you have thought about touching that little sissy penis with that hand, haven't you Katherine?" You nod yes. "Show me then, we can't have you go on a date and get a nasty erection can we?", "No, we can't" you answer. She reaches over and picks up the robe, and helps you put it on, then pulls your Depends off your smooth hairless legs. She guides your hand to the tiny hard penis, and you start to stoke. "You are going to have to eat that, I hope you know.. Katherine!" You cum instantly, it took you all of 30 seconds. She catches your juice in her hand, and has you lick it from her fingers. "There you go Katherine...you like cum don't you?" You nod your head yes, caught up in the site and sensations. "Tell me sissy fag.....do you like cum in your mouth..Katherine?", "Yes," I love cum in my mouth" OMG..you said you that love it! She smiles...leads you to the bathroom,, "Time to shave and shower, get nice and smooth, but hurry....and don't worry Katherine, I will help with your makeup and hair." You walk into the bathroom, look in the large mirror. A 60 something attractive woman with a tiny flaccid penis looks back at you. A random thought crosses your mind...how would that look down there with out the penis? The idea would have made your penis twinge, but that last orgasm was pretty intense and basically spent any maleness you had.You remove her bra, and undo your silicon forms and push up taping. On the counter is a floral shower cap. You care fully place it over your girl hair....... yes, girl hair, turn on the sink, and start using her makeup remover on your face. It's the expensive Mary Kay kind, such a nice clean feminine scent! you look up at the mirror with your clean face...you are so glad they did your eye brows at the salon. A little too on the fem side, but they looked so perfect with HER hair on you.Into the shower, her favorite bath and body works bath gel.....all over you, scrubbing, cleaning. Her new Lady Bic razor quickly meets your face....so smooth now, then your under arms, your small parts on your chest, your legs..... you look at your arms.....you grab a new blade impulsively and shave all the hair off your arms....smooth, just like her. You finish rinsing off, so feminine, your pretty hands with the girl nails moving over your body. You step out of the shower, dry off with the big fuzzy yellow towel, then wrap it around your chest like a woman. Walking out you see her sitting on the bed waiting for you, so sexy and feminine, with a big smile on her face. She is wearing only a champagne colored bra and panty set that has pretty lace scallops on it. You stare... "You want to wear these Katherine?" "Yes please...I want to wear them," you answer. She hands you a bottle of lotion, the same scent as the body wash. The. Your towel drops to the floor, and you slowly start rubbing the lotion all over your smooth body, you love the way your hands look, going back and forth, working her smell into your pores. "So, show me how you get boobies sissy boy." You the tape and start working your magic, pulling the loose flesh into tiny mounds of flesh. Once finished you grab for your silicon forms. She smiles, so enthralled, and disgusted as you are pretty much an expert at this. "You might need this first." She reaches behind her back and unsnaps her bra. She smiles as she slowly lets it drop over her smooth arms, exposing her perfect saggy breasts with the distended enlarged nipples from nursing 40 years ago. She walks behind you and guides your arms into the bra, then clasps it behind you, adjusting the cups, then she places your forms in her bra, you feel her own breasts against your back. "You want real ones like mine don't you? You want to wear my bras for real, don't you Katherine? No more just playing?" You sigh..... "Yea, I want to have to wear your bras for real." You stand there, her breasts against your back, "most men would have an erection by now, but you aren't most men, are you? I bet you are waiting for the panties...you would rather wear them than get into them!" Standing behind you she pulls off the matching panties. "Lift your leg." You lift one, then the other, she slides the panties up. "Yes, I put a big pad in the panties in case you have a pee pee or a sissy leak" you feel the huge pad. You love it. Turning you around. you stand face to face, you in her underwear, her naked. "No erection sissy?" As she strokes the front of the full cut panties. "You are a total faggot, let's get your makeup and hair done." She puts on the silk robe and leads you to her makeup table. She has you sit down at the table. She pulls up a chair across from you, then sits facing you. Your eyes drop to see her ample cleavage, the sagging breasts. "You are jealous of me, aren't you Katherine!" You nod yes as she takes the cap from your head and puts a hair band on. "They really got the hair right, so easy to care for and so flattering for a mature woman like you." She starts on your face, prepping it for the concealer and foundation. Soon, your face is smooth and flawlessly covered in her base makeup. Then to the eyes, you know the order of how she does things as you have been doing it for so long. 30 minutes later she is putting the finishing touches on your lips. Then with a quick brush through of your hair and some setting spray, she sits back and smiles. "Oh Katherine, the boat carrying your manhood just sailed away." She turns you to the mirror, you gasp! A version of Katherine stares back. She did a nighttime version of her makeup, smokey eyes, slightly heavy. "I am Katherine," escapes you lips. She has you stand, and walks you over to your....I mean her bed. She grabs at your wrist as your walk by in your feminine gate. "Oh shit you sissy ass homosexual, you shaved your arms! Have fun explaining that to my daughter!" Part of you cringes inside, but a bigger part of you liked being called a homo..you were kissing a man just hours ago, and now you are going to dress as a woman again and be seen in public as his mature female date. You grab the hip pads, the hose, the waist cinched two sizes too small that gets your abdomen to her size. You stand up. "Shit princess, you look like you have my body." It's an insult, but you take it as a compliment and thank her. She looks at you again in the mirror, then turns face to face. "You really like being a girl don't you?" No tone in her voice, it's an honest question, woman to woman. "You smile and answer in your best fem voice, " I really like being you Katherine." She smiles. "So, tell me about your date with Kevin." You launch into telling her about how kind he was, so interesting, that you found yourself captivated by his every word, and that yes, you did find him attractive. You liked how special he made you feel. Then you admit you kissed him. "Really? You kissed him? What was it like? Did you like it?, "Yes, it made me feel special and feminine and..well...it made me feel like you!" She smiled at you. "So you really want to go meet him again, as me, really?" You look her in the eyes, you sense you can get out of all this with the right answer. You swallow. "Yes, I really wan't to see him again and I NEED to wear your outfit in public, to be seen by others as you with a man." She kisses you on the cheek. "Good Katherine, then I am not sorry for what I have done and what else is in store for you." You give her a strange look. She breaks the moment by talking you by the hand and walking you to the closet. She pulls out the skirt suit that started it all. She pulls the suit and skirt outfit out, and removes it from the plastic bag. Removing the skirt first, she hangs the jacket back in the closet. Then unzipping the skirt, she walks to you. "Lets get this on, your date will be here very soon......."You sissy ass fag!" You look at her....this actually comes out of your mouth.. "I am a sissy ass fag" She helps you into the skirt, you have to wiggle to get it over your big ass and thighs. "My, you like having my fat ass, don't you princess" she states. You nod. She zips it up, you look down, just to the knee, OMG. You are going to go through with this...all because of this damn suit. She brings back the jacket, then stops. "Oh, we almost forgot perfume!" She goes to her dresser grabs her scent, and comes back, giving you a liberal dousing. That smell is going to be with you for a while....you hope you get it off before your wife comes home. Then the jacket. She unbuttons it, helps you into it, then buttons it up. You naturally smooth it down, just like a woman would, and she notices just how totally fem you mannerisms are. The matching 2" heels follow, you step into them eagerly. You want to turn and see yourself....all this just to be able to wear Katherine's exact suit. She stops you. "Almost Katherine." She goes to the jewelry box and removes a pearl necklace, matching vintage clip earrings and a bracelet, and a few very feminine and pretty rings. Placing them on you, she smiles...."oh, Cinderella needs a watch!" She puts a feminine watch on your other wrist, "just so you know when to kiss the prince!" She expertly messes with your hair a bit and steps back. "Go ahead Katherine, turn around." You turn...You turn around...you heart pumping. All of this....you look up. You see a 60-ish woman, attractive, her grey/blonde hair highlighted with darker roots. Perfect. The pink skirt goes to just below you knee, the sleeves on the matching jacket with the cream piping just past your elbows. Understated, feminine....and the heels, absolutely perfect....the jewelry...you start to feel dizzy...so feminine..so Katherine. She walks up next to you and laughs. "That jacket shows WAY to much cleavage Katherine....you might give him the wrong idea showing that much tit!" You notice it now too.....but its not too much it is the perfect amount cleavage. You smile...remembering what a hard time he had not staring at them before.....your breasts! From every angle they look exquisite. She walks up behind you, hugs you, kisses you on the cheek. "You are a woman now honey, lets get your purse, he will be here any minute.....you do still want to see him, wear your pretty new outfit for him? Perhaps kiss him again? Listen to his stories, make you feel content and warm and so girly?" You kiss her back on the cheek, not even pausing..."yes, lets get my purse"