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DOING IT FOR DAD
Chapter 3
Monday was always a busy day for me at work, but I spent most of this
particular Monday fretting about what was waiting for me when I got home.
Elaine and Julie had told me that they would be making a start on me
straight after dinner.
"We need to make sure we've got everything right for when you visit your
dad on Saturday," Elaine had said, tactfully reminding me of the reason I
was doing this in the first place. The image of dad in his cotton print
dress had been on my mind most of all. I desperately wanted him to know
that I still loved him, no matter what he did. If my dressing as a woman
would help, then so be it.
With dinner ended, my makeover began with Elaine waxing my arms, legs,
chest and back. This was quite a painful process. Once it was finished,
Julie told me to take a shower in lukewarm water. "It'll help your skin
to calm down from the waxing," she said. "Have a shave straight
afterwards, and don't forget to do under your arms as well!"
I gave my face the closest shave it had ever had, paying particularly
careful attention to the area around my mouth and chin. With my armpits
also shaved, my body was now almost completely devoid of hair. I put on a
towelling dressing gown and returned to the living room.
"Oh, yes!" said Elaine, running her hands up and down my now-smooth arms.
"Ve-ry nice! And a lovely close shave, too! OK, time to put on your
underwear."
I squeezed myself into the waist cincher, once again marvelling at the
sudden reduction in the size of my waist and stomach. Julie had bought me
my own lingerie, consisting of a padded, underwired bra and two extra
firm pantie girdles.
"Julie and I think you ought to wear two girdles, Charlie," Elaine
explained. "You need to be as flat as you can down there."
"OK," I said. I began to pull one of the girdles on over my underpants.
"Ah!" Elaine said, reaching for another package. "We also think you
should wear women's knickers. We noticed that your underpants create some
bumps and ridges in your dress, you see. Knickers are a much finer
material, and won't show anywhere near as much."
Elaine handed me a pair of large cotton knickers. "OK," I said again.
What the heck, I thought to myself. I might as well go the whole hog.
Julie turned away while I swapped my underpants for the knickers, which
were large enough to contain my manhood. Then I pulled the two pantie
girdles on over the top. I even managed to fasten the bra in place all by
myself, and padded out the cups with rolled-up tights.
"Well done," said Elaine. "Right, let's do something about those
eyebrows, shall we?"
"My eyebrows?" I exclaimed. "Elaine, why do you need to do anything to my
eyebrows? I still have to go to work, remember!"
"Oh, you'll be fine, Charlie," Elaine replied, opening a small box. "your
eyebrows are fairly thin, anyway. All I'm going to do is get rid of the
straggly hairs to straighten them up. We can take care of the grey ones
with an eyebrow pencil."
"Well, OK," I said, hesitantly. "Just as long as you don't do anything
too drastic."
When Elaine had finished, my eyebrows were tidy and trim, with a gentle
curve on the underside. "Actually," I said, as I scrutinised them in the
mirror, "That's not bad. I could live with those."
"You're going to have to," Elaine remarked. "At least for as long as
you're visiting your dad while dressed as a woman. Remember, you might
well be doing this for quite some time."
She was right. I was committing myself to this course of action for the
foreseeable future. I just hoped my dad would appreciate what his only
son was going through for him.
Now it was Julie's turn, giving me a full manicure. Soon my fingertips
were free of all the rough, split skin they normally had. "Thanks,
Julie," I said, admiring them closely. "You've done a good job with
them."
"Oh, but I haven't finished yet, dad!" she answered gleefully, producing
a bottle of blue nail varnish. "This colour will go really well with your
dress."
Julie applied the nail colour with practiced skill, and I found it
facinating to watch my nails change from their ordinary appearance to
being a shiny, vivid shade of blue.
"Don't touch them for a few minutes, dad," she told me. "I'll give them
another coat later."
I stared at my elegant blue fingernails. Am I really going to go through
with this, I asked myself. I was quite surprised at how keen my wife and
daughter were to help me. I was even more surprised at how much I was
looking forward to seeing the end result of their efforts.
"Now, dad," said Julie. "I'm going to do your makeup. Just sit back, sit
still, relax and let it happen. Do whatever I ask you to. Oh, and I think
I'll remove this mirror, so you can't see what's happening to you. It'll
be a nice surprise for you when I'm done."
It'll certainly be a surprise, I mused. Whether or not it'll be "nice"
remained to be seen. Julie set out a box on the table, and began to apply
the various cosmetics to my face. "We're just aiming for general day
makeup," she told me, brushing the foundation cream on with a light,
sensitive touch. "It'll be a fairly natural look," she continued, adding,
"We can save the wild party makeup for another time!"
Julie worked quickly and deftly, pausing every now and then to examine
her progress. I obeyed the instructions she gave me from time to time; I
looked up to allow eyeliner to be drawn along my lower lashes. I looked
down so that Julie could glue a pair of false eyelashes over my own. I
relaxed my mouth to enable it to be coloured with lipstick. It was
frustrating to not be able to see how my face was being changed as the
minutes went by, but I knew that the moment would come soon enough.
I recalled my dad telling me that one of the women at Golden Days had
helped him with his makeup. It struck me as a very strange thing for a
father and son to have in common, and I wondered if the two of us would
soon be exchanging opinions on shades of lipstick.
"Nearly there, dad," Julie said, dabbing at my forehead with one of her
many brushes. "You're looking great! Now, I'll just give your eyelashes
another coat of mascara."
"Julie," I said. "Is this all your own makeup? Only, I'll pay you for
whatever you use on me." I was already aware that my transformation must
be costing goodness knew how much.
"No need for that," Julie replied. "This is all your makeup, not mine. I
bought it for you while you and mum were shopping for your dress. Along
with a few other bits and pieces."
I glanced at the vast collection of cosmetics laid out on the table.
There was moisturiser, foundation cream, lipsticks, eyeshadows, mascara,
blushers, eyebrow pencils, eyeliners, not to mention the sponges,
applicators, and a bewildering array of brushes of all shapes and sizes.
And these were all mine?
"Umm... Elaine?" I said. "Don't you think you and Julie are getting just
a little bit carried away with all this? I mean, the dress, the shoes,
the makeup, the underwear? Presumably there's a wig, too, and a whole lot
of other stuff you've yet to spring on me. This must have cost a small
fortune!"
Elaine smiled. "It's not cheap being a woman!" she joked. "Listen, Julie
and I want you to look as convincing as possible, Charlie. As you said
yourself, you'll have to drive across town to visit your dad. You don't
want to be attracting attention from all and sundry for the wrong
reasons, do you? Trust me, when you finally see what we've done to you,
it'll all seem worth it."
"I sincerely hope so," I sighed. "I really do. It still seems like a lot
of effort, but if this makes my dad happy, then I'll go along with it.
So, what's next?"
Elaine produced a box from one of the shopping bags Julie had brought in.
"Next is your wig. When this goes on, you'll look totally different."
As Julie stretched an elasticated cap across my head, I could hear Elaine
brushing the wig. Then, standing behind me, Elaine clipped the wig into
place over the wig cap. "How does it feel?" she asked me.
"It feels very tight," I replied.
"Good," Elaine said. "You don't want it falling off when you're dancing,
do you?" Elaine made some little adjustments to the wig with a fine comb
and a brush. "There," she said, after a few moments.
"My god, dad!" Julie exclaimed, a huge smile on her face. "You look
absolutely incredible!"
"Incredible in a good way or a bad way?" I asked.
"Oh, definitely a good way!" she responded. Elaine nodded in agreement.
"I think we've exceeded our expectations, Charlie. I have to admit, you
do make a rather good-looking woman."
I wasn't sure how to take this. Whilst it was reassuring to know that I
looked the part, it felt disconcerting to be told that I no longer looked
like myself.
Elaine was now fiddling with yet another of Julie's purchases. "Here,"
she said, handing me a pair of tan coloured tights. "You need to put
these on next. Do you want me to show you how to put them on?"
I nodded. I'd seen Elaine put on tights before, of course, but wanted to
be sure there wasn't some subtle knack that I'd never noticed. Elaine
took another pair of tights from her wardrobe, and began the lesson.
"Reach down to the toe of one leg with a fist, and bunch it all together.
Then hold it open and stretch it over one foot. Pull it up to your knee,
and then do the same for the other leg. You can lick your fingers to
smooth them out. Don't be too rough, or you'll tear a hole in them."
I watched as Elaine demonstrated the technique, stretching the nylon over
her own slim, attractive legs with one smooth, erotic motion. Then, after
hitching her skirt up out of the way, she pulled the tights up and over
her thighs, finally settling the waistband around her middle.
"There," she said, restoring her skirt to its former position. "Now you
try."
I followed her instructions to the letter, and, moments later, I was
wearing my first-ever pair of tights. I looked down at my nylon-encased
legs, and couldn't help but let out a tiny gasp of delight.
Julie giggled. "I think he likes them, mum!" she said.
"Yes," Elaine replied. "And the irritating thing is, he's got better legs
than I have!"
"That's definitely not true!" I objected. I could feel myself blushing.
Something at the back of my mind was telling me that this was wrong. I
was a 48 year old man, for god's sake! What was I doing, pretending to be
a woman?
"I'd love to see grandad's face when he sees you, dad," said Julie.
"It'll make his day."
Of course, I thought to myself, Julie was right. I was only doing this
for my dad. "Come on," I said, pulling myself together. "Enough of the
sarky banter, and pass me my dress!"
Elaine removed the midnight blue dress from its hanger, and handed it to
me. "Are you OK to put it on for yourself?" she asked.
"I think so," I replied, slipping it over my head and shoulders. "After
all that practice I had in the shop, I reckon I know what I'm doing now."
Elaine and Julie stood back, arms folded, and watched as I manoeuvred the
dress down over my shoulders past my bust, and around my hips. I smoothed
out the wrinkles around the waist, and straightened the hem at my knees.
"There!" I said triumphantly. "How do I look?"
There was a long pause before Julie said, "Dad, you look fabulous!"
Elaine nodded, and sat on the edge of the bed. "When you and I got
married," she said, "if someone had told me that, thirty years later I'd
be helping my husband to dress up as a woman, I'd never have believed
them. Yet here we are, and it's happened. Julie's right, love. You look
fabulous."
I felt embarrassed and flattered in equal measure. "Yes, well," I said,
"it's all very well for you two to stand there passing judgement, but I
still have no idea what I look like. I need a mirror!"
"Spoken like a true woman!" Julie laughed. "We'll let you see yourself in
a minute, but first you need to put your high heels on." Julie took my
shoes from their bag, and placed them on the floor before me. As I slid
my feet into the shoes, a sudden thrill of exhilaration shot through me.
I couldn't resist striking what I hoped was a demure, girly pose.
"Oh, that's lovely, dad." Julie said. "Now, I've just got a few more bits
and pieces to give you." Julie produced a small collection of jewellery.
There was a beautiful little pendant on a silver chain, some bracelets,
and a pair of dangly earrings.
"The earrings are clipons," Julie exclaimed. "Though you can always get
your ears pierced, if you like!"
I shook my head. "I think that really would be going a bit too far," I
said, at the same time thinking that, perhaps one day, I might just do
it.
Julie clipped the earrings in place, while Elaine fastened the pendant
chain around my neck from behind. Then they both clasped bracelets onto
my wrists.
"OK," said Julie, finally. "Now you're ready. Come through to the other
room and take a look at yourself."
This was the moment I was dreading. I hesitated, unsure whether I wanted
to see my reflection or not. I took a deep breath, and stepped in front
of the full-length mirror.
"Oh..." I gasped.
"Do you like it?" Elaine asked, a trace of anxiety in her voice.
"Elaine... Julie..." I said. "It's... I'm astonished!"
Julie, ever the pragmatist, said, "Yes, dad, but do you like it? Is it
what you wanted?
I frowned. "What I wanted?" I said. "I'm not sure quite what it was I did
want, exactly, but... what you've given me is... well... wow!"
Julie chuckled, and turned to Elaine. "I think he likes it," she said.
"Like it" was an understatement. A few hours ago I had been a 48 year-old
man, a son, husband and father, with a balding head and a slight middle-
age spread. Now I was, or at least appeared to be, a woman. The close-
fitting dress accentuated a slim waist and a full, voluptuous figure. The
high heels emphasised long, slender legs. My face was the most
astonishing part of all. Julie's skilfully applied makeup had knocked at
least fifteen or twenty years off my age. The dark brown hair which
tumbled around my shoulders contributed greatly to this illusion. I was
staring at the reflection of a woman, and I could scarcely believe that
she was me. It was as though, in some curiously weird way, Charlie
Ellsbrough no longer existed. I shook my head to rid myself of the
ridiculous notion.
"Well," I said at last, "it looks like my father has lost a son and
gained a daughter! Thank you both so much for doing this. Dad'll be
gobsmacked."
Julie had a further surprise for me. "Here," she said, handing me a gift-
wrapped package. "It's the one thing no woman can do without!"
I tore off the wrapping to reveal a pale blue leather handbag. "Thanks,"
I said. "It's just what I always wanted. But I'm not really sure why I'll
need a handbag for visiting dad."
"Oh, Charlie!" Elaine gently scoffed. "You're a woman now! In case you
hadn't noticed, that dress doesn't come with pockets. You'll be needing
the handbag to keep your car keys in, amongst other things."
"Speaking of which," chimed in Julie, "there are a few extras in the bag
to start you off."
I opened the handbag and looked inside. There was a purse, a diary, a
pen, a packet of paper handkerchiefs, a mirror, and...
"What's this?" I asked, holding up a tube wrapped in yellow paper.
Elaine snorted with laughter. "Oh, Julie! Honestly! I hardly think your
dad is ever going to have any need for tampons!"
Feeling more than a little embarrassed. I dropped the tampon back into my
handbag and quickly snapped it shut.
"Just one more thing, dad," said Julie, once she had finished laughing at
her own joke. "What's your name?"
I blinked. "My name?" I asked.
"Yes. Grandad's calling himself Samantha, so I think it's only fair that
you should call yourself by a female name, too."
"Julie's got a point, Charlie," said Elaine. "Your dad's obviously trying
to fit in at "Golden Days" by identifying as a woman, even to the point
of his name. It'd probably help if you did, too."
I considered this for a minute. "My dad's name is Samuel," I said, "and
he's feminised that to Samantha. My name's Charles, so I suppose... how
about Carolyn? It's a female form of Charles."
"Yes!" Elaine said. "Carolyn Philippa. Your middle name's Philip."
Julie giggled. "Carolyn Philippa! What a wonderfully girly name! I love
it!"
"That's settled, then," Elaine told me. "You are now Carolyn Philippa
Ellsbrough. Pleased to meet you. Now, Carolyn, how about a nice cup of
coffee before we prepare dinner?"
I fluttered my eyelashes. "OK," I said, kicking off the high heels. "I'll
get changed back to plain old Charles Philip."
But Elaine and Julie would have none of that. "Get changed?" said my
wife. "Of course you're not getting changed! After all the trouble we've
just been to for the past couple of hours? No, you're going to stay
dressed as Carolyn for the rest of the evening. After dinner, Julie and I
will be training you how to move and act like a woman. It's not just a
matter of wearing the clothes, you know!"
I was beginning to suspect my wife and daughter were enjoying this whole
thing a little too much. I tried to protest, but to no avail. I was to
remain as Carolyn until bedtime. I secretly began to enjoy the fuss, but
I decided it might be wiser to keep that to myself for the time being.
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