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Damn Katherine and her classy fashion sense...
Once again my Mother-in-law had a new skirt suit which would work for
brunch, mother-of-the-bride or some other fancy occasion, it was simply
lovely.
Tonight was one of those other occasions. The suit was perfect for the
work awards dinner that my wife Veronica has dragged me too. Katherine,
on the other hand, who was looking just so, was all too happy to attend.
Katherine's suit is simply irresistible to me. The color, the style, the
fabric, the way it was cut for a mature woman. It had a nice champagne
color that complimented her, but didn't yell "look at me!" although it
was hard not to look at her, well, at least it was hard for me. It had a
conservative but intriguing folded/ruffled collar. No doubt she had a
full coverage bra under it supporting her large breasts. The rich,
subtle floral jacquard pattern makes it even classier and feminine. It
had a longer skirt, mid-calve, very appropriate for a woman in her mid to
late 60's. I love it, I love her...I'm jealous. Why am I jealous of my
wife's mother? Her pear shaped body filling out the suit perfectly. I
try not to stare at her, and her--let's face it--pretty large ass,
swaying in that suit. Her nylon covered calves and ankles glimpse out of
the back slit as she walks. My attentions were elsewhere, as I lamely
tried to concentrate on the conversation that Veronica and her work
'friend' Curtis are having next to me. He seemed like a nice enough guy,
but he was a bit boring to me, as especially since they keep droning on
about loans and bank stuff. Of course, all of that may or may not be
true, as I hadn't really been listening to them all evening, merely
nodding and watching Katherine across the room.
I probably should have been playing attention however, as I would be seen
Veronica laughing at his jokes, occasionally playing with her hair and
not once, but twice, reach over and playfully touch his wrist as he told
some golf story about he and one of the bank's vice presidents.
I should have been paying attention, but I wanted to wear that suit. I
wanted to fill it out like she does with her large pear-shaped hips, butt
and thighs. I wanted to have a full-coverage bra around my chest,
feeling the weight from my ample breasts pulling on my bra's shoulder
straps. Katherine always has proper foundations garments, so no doubt
she has a full slip on, feeling deliciously slippery under that fully
acetate lined suit. I bet she also had a large incontinence Poise pad or
Depends on under that wonderful outfit can never be too careful at her
age. Certainly she had control top pantyhose over her thick but smooth
legs. Her jewelry was spot on, as always. Pearl necklace and bracelet.
Nice diamond studs in her ears and a couple rings. Just right. Her
weekly trips to the beauty salon were paying off and on display, as her
immaculate 1/2 inch long French tip nails were understated, but oh so
correct for her and that outfit. I would have bet that she either came
straight from the salon with her hair or had it done yesterday afternoon
and wore protective night cap to save the style as her graying, silvery
hair looked wonderful on her. I loved her hair, it is not too short or
too long, it is the perfect crown to her whole look. My crotch stirred
while I observed her. Why was I so smitten with her? And it's not just
that I find her attractive, which I most definitely do. But it is more
than that. I want to wear her things. I want to look just like her. I
want to have my hair and nails done like that. I want to wear that suit.
Dress completely in her things from the skin out. I want to be
Katherine.
As I stand next to Veronica and Curtis, I sip my beer and observe my
mother-in-law. I should be drinking a Vodka Collins just like she is, I
think to myself. I pretend I am her as I watch her mingle and work the
room. I am Katherine Taylor. I see her approach someone and she starts
to introduce herself.
"Hi am Katherine," I absently muttered under my breath.
Veronica and Curtis, both turned and look at me. "What was that?"
Veronica asks seeing how I've barely said two words all night.
"Oh, was just saying we shouldn't forget about your mom was all," I try
to cover. They were so involved in their own conversation that they
didn't really hear what I initially said, just Katherine's name.
Veronica easily spots her mom across the room as Katherine is chatting
with a handsome, well-dressed older man...the vice president of the bank
Jim Morgan, in point of fact.
"Aren't you thoughtful, but I wouldn't worry about her, she looks like
she's having a great time without us," Veronica said, smiling and giving
her mom a casual wave.
I had met Jim Morgan previously at some other bank function; I remembered
he had the vise-like grip of a foundry worker not the handshake of a
banker. He still looked like he was in fantastic shape for a man his
age. Katherine was a fairly tall woman but at 6'4" he made her look just
right standing next to him.
We gave Katherine a ride home as she was just a bit tipsy. She never
really drank much so this was a little unusual but she gushed on and on
about Jim Morgan from the back seat of our car. Veronica joked about how
Katherine dating her boss could help her out at work. They both giggled.
When we pulled up to her house, she gave us a good night hug before she
swayed down her front walk and into her house. I could smell her perfume
and feel the fabric of her suit as I said goodnight. It was
intoxicating, and as it turned out, it was too much for me, clicking
something inside.
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Veronica was feeling a bit frisky when we got home from the awards
dinner. No doubt Curtis had stirred something, and gotten her a little
horny. It had been quite a while since we made love so I was certainly
willing. But my penis wasn't really co-operating, that is until I
started thinking about Katherine all dressed up in her new suit. It
wasn't long before I was rock-hard imagining myself wearing that
champagne skirt suit looking just like my mother-in-law. When we
finished Veronica was totally spent. She looked over at me, "That was
great. What got into you?" as I had lasted much longer than usual. I
just blushed, and said I liked it too. I couldn't tell her that the
reason for our intense love making was that I had been thinking about
looking and dressing like her Mom. But our session had positively re-
enforced and cemented me in that mental image.
*******
A few days later, Veronica and I were sitting at dinner when she started
talking about her co-worker Curtis, something about work at first but
then she let a few things slip about how funny he was or how he was
always so well dressed. Once again I should have seen this as a hint,
some sort of warning sign, but I was simply nodding along like her
girlfriend or even more too how I was feeling--as her mother. It
wouldn't have surprised me if I had actually said out loud, in
Katherine's voice "well he sounds quite charming dear," What was wrong
with me?
I had started preparing all the meals at our house. It started
innocently enough as I was over at Katherine's house doing some heaving
lifting chores or on a ladder changing a high light bulb or something to
help her out. She prepared me lunch as thanks, and I asked Katherine for
some cooking tips and recipes, telling her that I wanted to learn how to
cook Veronica's favorite meals for our anniversary and other special
days. Which was partially true but mostly, I just wanted to spend more
time around Katherine. Eventually, I would go over to Katherine's house
for cooking 'lessons.' She was glad to have the company, and was quite
delighted and eager to pass on some of her family's favorite recipes as
Veronica never seemed interested. Sometimes at dinner Veronica would tell
me whatever I had prepared was just like Mom's. Or even more to my
delight tell me, "Don't tell my Mom, but this is better than hers." I
would swell with pride. I was gaining a little weight, not bad I
thought, but the food I was learning how to cook wasn't exactly diet
food. Katherine didn't get that figure by eating celery sticks and low
sodium hummus. And I was starting to eat like her.
Every time I went over to her house, I couldn't get how Katherine looked
that one evening at the awards dinner, her hair, her nails, that damn
suit, out of my mind. It was always playing in the background of my
mind. Being around her more and more, wasn't helping me think about
other things either. Whether I was at work or home on the couch, anytime
I wasn't actively doing or engaged in something, my thoughts would slip
back to her and how she looked. As she taught me how to cook, I watched
and would sometimes even mimic how she moved or how she talked. Nothing
really overt, as she never seemed to notice, or at least she didn't say
anything. But her lessons were all encompassing for me, it wasn't just
about cooking like I pretended. I practiced her mannerisms and taking
little steps and that hip-swaying 'almost waddle' that she had when I
would follow her. Katherine would tell me how impressed she was that I
cared to learn these things as 'most men' wouldn't want to. I played it
off like I was trying to do my share around my own house and help
Veronica as she worked so hard. But clearly I loved spending time with
my idol and mentor. I wanted to be like her in every way. "Like her,"
what a misnomer, I wanted to be her. What was wrong with me? We were
getting along so well and growing closer. It's hard not to get along
with a version of yourself, I thought, and one day she started to invite
me to play bridge with her friends, and then stopped and told said, "What
am I saying? There's no way you'd want to sit around with a bunch of old
ladies and play cards." I didn't tell her that I would love to do
exactly that, and actually, be one of the ladies.
One time when she was showing me how to make the biscuits for 'biscuits
and gravy'--Veronica's favorite breakfast--Katherine approached me with
one of her old fashioned floral bib aprons, saying she didn't want flour
to get all over me. I put up what I thought was the appropriate amount
of macho protest but eventually let her tie me up in it, complete with a
big bow the back. The top bib part of my apron was not filled out like
hers I thought, as I admired her chest. We had the biscuits in the oven
and the sausage gravy was ready so I reluctantly took off the apron,
after Katherine said the messy part was over and was taking off hers.
She then took a phone call from her friend Helen.
I was in the hallway near the entryway looking at some framed photos on
the wall. I had seen them all before but never really looked closely at
them. It was evident that she had always been pretty. Various family
pictures hung on the wall. Then I saw one that gave me a weird feeling.
It was Katherine, Veronica and Frank. Frank Taylor, her ex-husband and
Veronica's father standing there with his arm possessively around
Katherine's shoulder, with Veronica next to her mom. All of them smiled
back at me from the picture frame. Frank always hated me. Almost from
the moment we met he was an ass to me, and thought I wasn't good enough
for his little girl. He was such a prick, making derogatory remarks
every chance he got. He was like some overgrown high school bully.
Always putting me down and trying to make fun of me. I was glad
Katherine had finally seen the light and divorced him, as dinners at
their house when they were still married were painful evenings for me, I
hated that Veronica wouldn't defend me very often, and she would
occasionally even join Frank in poking fun at me. The two of them
ganging up on me made me feel small and weak. I wasn't on the verge of
tears, but usually it was Katherine who would feel sorry for me, and
finally put an end to my torment. He would make comments about how I
should join Katherine in the kitchen doing the dishes. That would make
me mad and somehow also make me twinge. The fact was, I did want to join
her there rather than be subject to his ridicule, but I tried to stand
firm.
He wanted Katherine to be the compliant, proper, obedient housewife,
which for the most part she was. But Frank's second affair was the end
of their marriage. Katherine, that saint, was somehow willing to see
past the first one. I looked at the picture of the three of them again
and I smiled a little to myself, "Well Frank, looks like I have both of
your women now."
Another weekend I was over mowing Katherine's yard and had come in for a
break. She had of course made a pitcher of ice tea and we were sitting
on her couch sharing it. She was filling me in on the latest goings on
at her bridge club and about Oprah's book of the month, when I realized
"Little Miss Sunshine" or "Sunshine" for short, her little dog, was
sitting in my lap. I was absent-mindedly petting her as she buried her
head into my thigh. While Sunshine was an impossibly cute Pomeranian
mix, she growled at absolutely everyone but Katherine herself. Sunshine
was very stand offish with me, and she had even taken a nip at Veronica a
couple of times. Katherine always used to say Sunshine didn't like any
males. I just think she was a one person dog. Now, I'm not sure when or
how Sunshine accepted me, now she acted around me a lot like she did
Katherine, and it gave me an odd sense of pride. After another week or
two, Sunshine even did her little 'lots-of-circles' happy dance at the
front door when I came over just like she did for Katherine. Katherine
herself was very happy that Sunshine and I had become friends.
*******
I had finally found and ordered a real human hair wig, one that looked
almost exactly like Katherine's. I was beyond ecstatic. I put it on as
soon as I had a minute to myself. Even in my boy clothes and unshaven it
was perfect. I didn't want to take it off. I reluctantly put it away
and hid it with my stash of other fem clothes. I had 'acquired' a few
articles of Katherine's I knew she wouldn't miss. And then it happened.
The day when that damn champagne skirt suit surfaced again and entered my
life, changing things. I noticed it in a big pile of dry cleaning that
Katherine asked me to take to the cleaners. I looked at it, doing a
double take and about peed myself. Well, in all honesty maybe a little
did leak out, but fortunately I was wearing one of Katherine's big Poise
pads that I had taken from under her bathroom sink cabinet. I went to
the bathroom put one on every time I came over lately.
But what was my plan? What was I going to do? I had to wear that suit.
I could really just take it and blame it on the dry cleaners, couldn't I?
No, Katherine had been going to them for 25 years, and it felt wrong.
What the hell was wrong with me? Wearing my mother-in-law's skirt suit
wasn't wrong, but lying about the dry cleaners losing it was over the
line? Egads, I needed help. The lure of that skirt suit was
overwhelming. It was like dropping a gambling addict off on the strip in
Vegas. I fingered the fabric, feeling the thick shantung-like jacket
gave me a shiver. I needed to think. I needed to figure out what to do.
Alas, even though I had the object of my desires in my reach, the
suddenness of it revealing itself caused me to chicken out and took all
of her things to the dry cleaners. Left to wonder how they would look and
feel on me. I felt sick to my stomach that had let that opportunity slip
through my fingers.
Fortune eventually smiled on me, or so I thought. Katherine had finally
caved in and decided to go on her church friend's annual cruise that they
had been trying to get her to on for the past couple years. One of the
reasons she never went was that she would not board her dog, saying the
kennel was akin to prison, joking that she wouldn't send Sunshine to
prison for any reason. No one else could really get near Sunshine
without almost losing a digit, so there were never any volunteers to dog
sit. But when Sunshine had bonded with me over the last few months,
Katherine could finally feel at ease with me taking care of her dog, and
as she put it, "not be worried sick about Sunshine and not be able to
relax, and relaxing was whole the purpose of the cruise, wasn't it?" She
would be gone for a week, that coupled with the fact that Veronica didn't
want any part of taking care of Sunshine meant that I would have sole
access to Katherine's house and more importantly, her wardrobe, for week
with no one around to bother me.
I had been like a kid at Christmas with an advent calendar counting down
the days until she left. Alas, the time of Katherine's cruise had
finally arrived. I didn't tell Veronica, but I had taken the week off
from my work. I dressed and left a little early, telling Veronica that I
had to feed and let Sunshine out before I went to work. I pulled my car
into Katherine's driveway. It was the first of five days of free run of
her house and no distractions I was so excited. Sunshine was happy to
see me as I entered her house.
Frank Taylor, however, also knew that Katherine was going to be gone this
week. He had heard from some of his friends that went to her church. He
saw it as the perfect opportunity to get some of his things he had 'lost'
in the divorce out of the garage and attic that his bitch ex-wife was
holding onto and wouldn't give back. He parked across the street after
seeing my car in front of her house. "Dammit, of course he's here." He
stammered to himself as he pondered what to do. "That little pansy, I
can just push past him, intimidate him, and get my stuff" Frank thought
to himself. "He must be taking care of that mean little dog. He was
always such a coward when he and Veronica would come to dinner. No
wonder that dog likes him, he and Katherine were always two peas in a
pod." He got out of his new Mercedes SUV and walked towards the front
porch. He saw movement in the house and had second thoughts. He thought
better of just walking in and went to the side of the house outside and
tried to get a look through their old bedroom window. He cupped his
hands around his eyes, and peered in. He couldn't believe what he saw.
Part 2
I had just finished pulling up my second set of pantyhose over my big
foam, hip, butt and thigh pads I had made. They gave me the perfect
pear-shape of Katherine that I craved. "One day I won't need padding" I
stated absent mindedly as started to cinch up my training corset. It
narrowed my waist to Katherine's size. Then I taped my chest to give a
little bit of cleavage, I was never a fan of how uncomfortable it was,
but I liked the results. Then I took out one of her oyster-colored
Playtex full coverage bras and put my big silicon forms into each cup and
adjusted the bra. Wow. I have her body, I thought looking at myself in
the big mirror attached to her closet door. I smiled and looked for my
full slip. Yes, MY slip. I slid it over my new curves. I loved the
satiny feel against my nylon covered legs. I cupped my breasts and felt
them through the slip and bra for a moment, they were so big. Just like
Katherine's, I smiled. Of course hers were the product of age, genetics
and nursing two kids.
I sat down at her vanity, she had taken some of her cosmetics on her
trip, but there were still plenty available and I had brought some of my
own to supplement what she had taken with her on her cruise. I took my
time, wanting to enjoy the process and to ensure that I did it right.
And by right, I meant just like she did her make up. After my beard
cover, I curled my eyelashes. I was always terrified that I would send
myself to the emergency room every time I pinched the curler closed. I
was proud I managed them without incident. I used her foundation,
contour, concealer, eyeliner, eye shadow, carefully. I had plucked and
trimmed my eye brows into a more feminine shape, I was scared I had
plucked them a little too aggressively, but Veronica or my coworkers
didn't say anything so I figured they weren't too noticeable. After
several layers of mascara, I went on to blush, setting powder, lip-liner
and her lipstick. Not long after, I saw Katherine's face staring back at
me in the lighted mirror. "Hello Katherine," I said to my reflection. I
pulled my human hair silver-gray wig out and styled it for a moment
before placing it on my head. If I hadn't been sitting down already, my
knees would have buckled. It was perfect. I really looked like her. I
then put on my press on French tip nails. I wished they could be real
like hers, but I could never explain that away or bring myself to go to a
salon.
I couldn't wipe the smile off my face, as I looked out MY champagne skirt
suit. I could just get the skirt up over my now fat ass and zipped it
up. My padding filled it out wonderfully; I turned and looked at my
backside in the mirror. My hands actually trembled a little as I picked
up the matching jacquard suit jacket. It's folded, ruffled color showed
a little bit of the cleavage I'd managed to create as I pulled it on and
buttoned it up. I stepped into her 2 inch heels, they were a goldish
taupe that didn't exactly match but complimented the suit perfectly. The
little details on the vamp were so elegant. I straightened my skirt and
adjusted my jacket just a little. It was overwhelming, I wasn't looking
at Katherine from across the room, I WAS Katherine. My brain had a hard
time reconciling what I was seeing when I looked at myself. I was seeing
Katherine but it was me. I clutched my hands to my chest, just like she
did when she was happy. I sprayed myself liberally with her 'Charlie
White' perfume. I can't believe they still make this stuff, I thought as
my nose filled with Katherine's signature scent. I was almost done. I
put on her pearl necklace, the matching bracelet, and a pair of clip on
earrings I had brought that were very similar to hers.
I wanted a bit more, some little extra bit of pizzazz. I looked through
her jewelry box for something else to accessorize my look.
I opened one of the little drawers and in the back I found a ring box. I
pulled it out and opened it. It was her wedding set from when she and
Frank were together. I couldn't, could I? They were gorgeous. What
could it hurt to just try them? I took the engagement ring out and
gently slid it up my left ring finger. It fit me. The decent sized
solitaire diamond sparkled back at me, as I held my arm out at length and
admired it. I then slid the matching wedding band with little diamonds
all around it. It nestled perfectly into place next to the solitaire,
just like it was designed to. If it was possible to feel any more
feminine than I was already feeling, Katherine's wedding set made it so.
I wasn't gay, but merely the idea of being someone's wife, even just
their pretend wife, made the rest of my manhood sail away.
"I am Katherine. I am Mrs. Frank Taylor." I said out loud, smiling
broadly as I looked at my reflection. It was surreal. It was like
having an out of body experience. I really did look like her. In her
suit, shoes, her make-up, hair just like hers--I looked identical to her
that night at the awards dinner, with the exception of course, of her
wedding rings.
Frank stood there trampling the flowers under the window in utter
disbelief. He kept thinking he wasn't seeing what he was seeing. He
told himself he needed to leave and get away from this pansy,
crossdressing-freak. But he couldn't pull himself away, as he was both
repulsed and somehow drawn to this re-incarnation of his ex-wife
Katherine. He managed to figure out how to use the camera on his new
'smart' phone several weeks before. He kept telling the clerk at the
Verizon store that he didn't need a camera, he just needed a phone. He
was so glad he was wrong. He snapped picture after picture of his son-
in-law through that window. He was sure that he was going to be
discovered any minute and that the neighbors would call the cops on him,
but he needn't have worried about that. The next store neighbors were in
Florida and I was blissfully unaware, I didn't notice anything other than
my new reflection. It was all encompassing. How I looked, and how I felt
inside. How her clothes fit and felt on me. The tightness of my skirt
over my wide hips. The smell of my perfume. I was completely enraptured
by my transformation. I opened the bedroom door and did my small-step-
hip-swaying waddle of Katherine's that I had practiced over and over in
my spare time. This time, however, wearing her shoes and feeling her
skirt and slip on my legs as my fat ass moved back and forth with each
step, it felt so much better, so right. Sunshine came out of the living
room, cocked her head a little as if she was confused, but then wagged
her tail and ran over to me happily.
After I left the room, Frank crept away out of the flower bed and back
out to his Benz. His belongings had waited this long, they could wait
awhile longer. He was still in shock. He didn't want me to spot him, at
least not yet, he drove around the corner and parked. He took out his
phone and incredulously thumbed through the gallery of pictures of his
daughter's husband dressing like her sixty-six year old mother. He had
to play this right. "Don't be your usual brash self, Frank" he thought.
Be smart. He wanted to out me, he wanted to pound with his fists, but
what was also eating at him was how it bothered him that he was somehow
even a little attracted to this bizarre copy of his ex-wife. That sissy
bastard looked just like her when he was dressed and made up.
I walked around Katherine's house in her clothes soaking up every second
of being my mother-in-law. Every time I would pass a mirror, I would
say, "Hi am Katherine Taylor, nice to meet you," in my best fem voice. I
put on a Dionne Warwick album on her stereo and sang and hummed along to
it just like she did. I prepared a nice cup of her favorite Celestial
Seasoning tea in her favorite cup and saucer. I delighted that it was my
lipstick that left stains on the rim of the cup. I settled in the living
room and had no small amount of satisfaction when I smoothed my skirt and
sat my big ass down in her favorite chair. My newly padded rear end
perfectly conformed to the indentations in the chair cushion from her
backside. I sat primly with my ankles crossed like she always did as I
casually read her Sunset and AARP magazines. I saw her reading glasses
sitting on the end table next to my tea. I couldn't help myself and put
them around my neck dangling by the little chain she always used. "What
the heck," I thought as I put them on my face, it was blurry at first as
my normal 20/20 vision strained a minute or so while my eyes adjusted to
the script of her reading glasses. It didn't take too long for me be
able to read with them on. Every once in a while the light would hit my
wedding ring set as a turned the page and I would pause smile and admire
how they looked on my hand with my French tips. Sunshine was curled up
asleep at my feet. I was utterly content. I absolutely loved how I
looked, felt and was acting. For all intents and purposes I really was
Katherine at that point.
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