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DOING IT FOR DAD
Chapter 2
The next day, Sunday, was a shopping trip like no other I've ever been
on. I hate shopping for clothes at the best of times, but this was a
totally different experience. While Julie went off to source a few "bits
and pieces" on her own, Elaine took me to the ladies clothing section of
her favourite department store.
"We need to find you a nice dress," she said, holding up a blue cotton
print dress. I felt acutely embarrassed, and was convinced the eyes of
everyone in the shop were trained on me.
"Look, Elaine," I whispered, "couldn't I perhaps wear a trouser suit
instead? I'm not sure I'm as ready for this as I thought I was last
night."
Elaine shook her head. "You'll be fine, Charlie. Once Julie and I have
finished making you over, you won't recognise yourself. And besides, your
dad's wearing a dress, so it's only fair that you do, too." Elaine held
up another dress, waving it in my direction. I could tell she was trying
to imagine what I would look like wearing it. This was a rather unnerving
thought.
Just then a sales assistant appeared. "Are you needing any help, madam?"
she asked Elaine. "The changing room is just over there if you want to
try anything on." I sidled off slightly.
"Actually," Elaine replied, "it's not for me." She flashed a quick glance
towards me.
"That's quite all right," said the assistant, without hesitation, turning
to look at me. "We get a lot in here, sir."
I felt my face turn red. "A lot of what?" I asked.
The assistant smiled. "Transvestites," she said. "Or cross-dressers, if
you prefer. It's nice that your wife is helping you. That doesn't happen
so often."
"Oh, I'm not a... transvestite," I said, in a low voice, very aware that
other shoppers had probably already overheard this conversation. "It's,
um, it's for a fancy dress party," I lied. "At work. All the women are
going as the men, and the men are going as the, er, women."
"Yes, of course, sir," the assistant replied, unfazed. "I quite
understand. I'll leave you and your wife to pick out a few things. I'll
be over at the changing rooms in a few moments, so just ask for me when
you get there. My name's Wendy."
"Thank you, Wendy," Elaine said. The sales assistant walked off. "She was
nice, wasn't she?"
"Very," I agreed. "Though I wish she'd kept her voice down. Now the whole
shop thinks I'm a ruddy tranny! I'll never live this down."
"Don't be silly!" Elaine replied. "I doubt if anyone heard at all. And
even if they did, so what? It's none of their business."
"That's all very well," I said. "But what if word of this gets out at
work? I'll be a complete laughing stock."
"Of course you wouldn't! You're doing this for your dad, remember. Now,
let's find some dresses for you to try."
Once Elaine had picked out half a dozen dresses of various colours, she
marched me off towards the changing rooms. Wendy was waiting for us near
the entrance.
"Hello again!" she said, smiling broadly. "There's a small stockroom just
through here. You can use that to get changed. I thought you might like a
bit more privacy, since it looks like this is your first time." Wendy led
us through to the stockroom. "There's a full-length mirror on the wall.
And don't worry, no one will bother you in here."
"This is really kind of you, Wendy," said Elaine. "Isn't it, Charlie?"
"Yes," I replied. "Very." I felt like I was being led to my execution.
"Glad to help," said Wendy. "Now, I notice that the dresses you've chosen
are all fairly close-fitting, so you might find a waist cincher useful."
"Yes," Elaine said. "That would be a great help."
"OK. Just give me a minute and I'll bring one for you." And with that,
Wendy hurried out.
"What," I asked Elaine, "is a waist cincher?"
"It's a sort of corset," replied Elaine. "Only not as restrictive."
Presently the door opened again, and Wendy came in. "Here's the cincher,"
she said. "I've also brought you a couple of other things; I thought
you'd want to see how the dress looks with the right shape up top, so
here's a bra. And here's a pantie girdle, so you can flatten out any
unwanted bulges down below. Don't worry, none of this stuff's been worn!
You can just leave them here when you're finished. Oh, and here's a few
pairs of tights, too; you can use them to fill out the bra." Wendy placed
the items on a chair. "Right, I'll leave you to it, but if you need me,
I'll be just outside."
"Thank you very much," Elaine said as Wendy left. "She's obviously done
this before, Charlie. I should have thought about bringing a bra for you
to wear." Elaine took the bra out of its packaging, and helped me to put
it on.
"I'm really not sure about this," I muttered.
"You'll be fine," Elaine said. "Remember, your dad's bound to be wearing
a bra, too." She rolled up the tights and stuffed them into the bra cups.
"Now for the cincher. You'll need to fasten this for yourself. These
things are meant to be really tight, so be prepared to struggle!"
I wrapped the cincher around my middle and began to fasten the clasps.
"Good grief, Elaine!" I said. "You're not kidding about it being tight!"
The garment certainly flattened out my middle-age spread, though.
"That looks quite good," said Elaine. "Now for the girdle."
This was also quite tight, but, as Wendy had promised, worked well for
hiding my "unwanted bulge". I looked at myself in the mirror. It felt
very strange to have my body encased in all this elasticated lycra.
"All right," Elaine said, "time to try the first dress. Kneel down and
hold your arms straight up above your head."
I knelt as requested, so that my wife could drop the garment over my head
and shoulders. The dress was of a red lacy material, with a high neckline
and a full skirt that fell to just below my knees. "Elaine," I said,
"this is awfully short. You can see my legs."
Elaine laughed. "Of course you can see your legs. It's a dress! Do you
like it?"
I looked at my reflection in the mirror, feeling distinctly foolish. The
dress looked all right, thanks to the shaping provided by the bra and the
waist cincher. It was me that was wrong. My balding head and hairy legs
looked decidedly out of place. "The dress looks OK, but I look terrible,"
I said, miserably.
"Don't worry, Charlie," Elaine said. "I told you, just leave everything
to Julie and me. Now, try on the next one."
Elaine helped me out of the red dress and into another of a similar style
but in a dark blue colour. "Oh, now I like that," Elaine said. "It suits
you."
I studied the mirror again. I had to admit that this dress was very
attractive. My eyes were drawn to my waist and hips, then up to my bust.
I gave them a bit of a prod. "Are my boobs big enough?" I asked.
Elaine howled with laughter. "Now you're thinking like a woman! Yes,
Charlie, your boobs are big enough. You don't want them to be too big,
otherwise you'll look top heavy. Understated is the best way to go, trust
me. But what about the dress? Do you like it?"
"Yes," I replied. "I think I prefer this to the red one."
"OK. Let's have a look at all the others, then we can decide."
After half an hour I had tried on all six of the dresses Elaine had
picked out for me. By the time I got to the sixth one, I realised I was
actually starting to enjoy the experience. I liked the gentle feel and
lightness of the material. The way the skirt brushed against my legs as I
moved was, well, sensuous.
Elaine seemed to notice that I had become more settled. "Having fun?" she
asked.
"Er, I suppose I'm getting used to it, yes," I said, not wanting to
appear too enthusiastic. I didn't want to give my wife the wrong
impression. "But I don't know which of these to go for, Elaine."
"Now you know why it takes so long when I go clothes shopping. Just wait
until you get to the shoe department!"
We decided to settle on the midnight blue lace dress. After I had changed
back into my own clothes, we gathered everything up and left the
stockroom. Wendy was hovering about just outside, fiddling with some
clothes on a rack. She was obviously waiting for us to reappear.
"Did you find something you like?" she asked, attentively.
"Yes," Elaine answered. ""We'll take the midnight blue one. We both love
it. Thank you so much for all your assistance, Wendy."
"My pleasure, madam," the girl replied. "Have you already got shoes
sorted out? Only, if you haven't, I'd be happy to help with those, too."
"That's really good of you," Elaine said.
"Your husband can wait in the stockroom while you and I go and pick out
some, if that suits?"
Elaine looked at me, and I nodded. "Yes, Wendy, I think that's a
wonderful idea," she said. "Charlie, we won't be long."
I sighed, and returned to the stockroom. After around fifteen minutes the
door opened and in walked Elaine and Wendy, both laden down with shoes.
"Sit down, Charlie," Elaine said, "and take your socks off."
"My socks?" I said. "Why?"
"You'll need to wear these instead," she answered, handing me a pair of
nylon holdups. "You can't very well wear your own socks with these
shoes!"
I rolled up my trouser legs and slid my feet into the holdups, pulling
them carefully up to my knees. I found myself liking the feel of them
against my legs. Elaine began to laugh. "What's the matter?" I asked.
"Your legs are so hairy, Charlie! They just look funny in the holdups,
that's all! But not to worry, once we've waxed your legs they'll look
great." Elaine held out a pair of shoes. They were black, with rounded
toes and a high heel. "They're only a three inch heel," Elaine said.
"High enough to look sexy, but not too high for a beginner."
"I'm not sure I'm aiming for "sexy", Elaine," I said, dubiously taking
the shoes from her. I put them on, and was surprised to find they fitted
me quite well. "Not bad," I said, standing up. The extra height on the
heel was a little strange. For a moment I felt a little off balance, but
I managed to adapt very quickly.
"You're a natural," Wendy said. "Try a few steps."
I tottered up and down the stockroom a couple of times. It felt very
awkward. "Take shorter steps," Elaine advised. "And don't bend your ankle
so much when you put your foot down." I did as I was told, and soon found
walking in the heels a little easier.
"That's really good," said Wendy. "You've got the hang of it!"
After I had taken a few more practice steps, Elaine decided it was time
to get down to the task of choosing which pair of shoes to buy. The women
had brought in over a dozen pairs of various styles, all of which I had
to try. I spent a lot of time looking at my feet and ankles as I put on
one pair of shoes after another, and was taken aback at feeling an
unmistakable buzz of excitement.
Presently we opted for a pair of classic black leather court shoes. As
well as the shoes and the dress, Elaine asked Wendy for the cincher to be
included in the purchase. Wendy led us out of the stockroom to one of the
cash desks in the shop, and rang in the sale.
"I hope you have a great time at your fancy dress party," she said,
placing the purchases in a carrier bag.
"Oh, er, yes," I stammered. "Thank you."
As we left the store, Elaine's mobile phone rang. "It's Julie," Elaine
informed me. "Hi, love!" she said into her phone. "That was good timing.
Dad and I have just finished getting the dress and shoes... What did you
say?... Yes, I think he did... Oh, that's great... No... OK, we'll meet
you back at the car in ten minutes." Elaine put her phone back in her
handbag. "Julie's been busy! She's got everything else we need. Charlie,
you are in for a treat!"
I couldn't wholeheartedly share my wife's delight at the prospect of what
lay ahead for me. All the same, a part of me was looking forward to
seeing how my impending transformation would turn out. More to the point,
what would my dad say next Saturday, when he saw his only son turn up on
his doorstep dressed as the daughter he never had?
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