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Bob's Coming Out Party
Bob and Roxanne roamed the room talking with others who were also
attending the same gathering. Several of the people were acquaintances
from various places, known well enough to carry on polite conversations
but not much more. Food was good, drink was better. They were having a
decent time.
It was a casual party at an old friend's house. Actually, it was a friend
of Bob's, a girl he had gone out with a couple times before he and
Roxanne had met.
It was several hours into the party and Roxanne, who was also several
drinks in, realized that Bob had wandered off. She began wandering around
looking for him and at last discovered him in the kitchen with Alice,
arms wrapped around each other's waist, talking with a small knot of
people. They looked too chummy standing there, Alice just about an inch
taller than Bob, her long blond hair lying straight down her back. Her
face clouded over in anger. She turned away and got herself another
drink.
Bob eventually came back into the living room and found Roxanne sitting
in an over-stuffed chair a full drink sitting beside her.
"Hey, been looking for you," he perched on the arm of the chair.
"Oh, I bet," she snarled.
"What?" he recognized the tone and began to feel his good mood start to
drain away.
"I saw you in the kitchen getting all cozy with Alice," she picked up her
drink and sipped at it. "Didn't look like you were looking for me too
hard."
"We were talking!" he explained. "You could have joined in, just
reflecting back on old times."
"Old times," she huffed, "you mean the times before we met. The good old
days, right?"
"Just old times," he sighed. "Not better, not worse, just a different
time. What is wrong? I thought we were enjoying the evening."
"Sure, I was, then I saw you and Alice getting all chummy talking with
your old friends. Leaving me all alone with people I hardly know." She
picked up her drink and took a swallow.
"It's a party. I was talking with other people," he pleaded. "Look, maybe
we ought to be going, let me take that drink and pour it out."
"No you don't," she held her glass more tightly. "I'm going to finish my
drink."
Alice walked in and sat down on the couch. "What is going on in here?"
"Oh, we're just talking about the evening," Bob tried to cover. He looked
around and realized it was just the three of them in the room and didn't
hear any other noise from the other rooms. "Are we all that is left?"
"Yeah," Alice laughed. "Seems once a party starts to break up, it breaks
up fast."
"Well, I guess we ought to be going too," he tried to start their exit.
"I told you, I am going to finish my drink," Roxanne muttered staring at
Alice.
"Are you alright?" Alice asked. "You seem a bit distressed."
"Distressed?" Roxanne laughed. "What would I have to be distressed about?
Maybe I'm just expected to sit around while my husband gets taken away
from me." Another swallow of the drink.
"What? Bob, are you having an affair?" Alice turned eyes wide.
"No, of course not," Bob shook his head. "Rox saw us in the kitchen
talking. She thinks you are trying to take me away."
"What?" she fell back. "That's ridiculous."
"Sure," Roxanne rolled her eyes.
"She saw us standing in the kitchen," Bob explained. "Felt we were being
too close."
"Roxanne, believe me please," Alice pleaded, "Bob and I are just friends.
We only see each other once or twice a year since before you two started
dating. He's a great guy, but we just aren't having that kind of a
relationship. I respect your marriage and wouldn't do anything to
jeopardize it."
"Oh, yes, of course," Roxanne slurred, "neither of you would ever do
anything wrong, would you."
"Well, I wouldn't go that far," Bob answered. "None of us here are
perfect."
"No, not perfect at all, especially my husband. Isn't that true Bob."
Bob felt a chill run through his body. He had no idea what she had in her
head. Once she started going down this dark road it never ended well.
"Um, yeah, I guess that's true."
"Y'know," she turned back to Alice, "my hubby has an interesting little
hobby."
"Roxie!" Bob started. "Don't go there."
"Why? Afraid your old girlfriend might think a little less of you if she
found out?"
"Roxanne," Alice spoke softly, "first, Bob and I only went out a couple
times. Second, I don't need to hear of anything that is private between
you."
"Private between us?" Roxanne laughed. "Oh, no, this is just for him. I
wanted no part of it and I haven't said anything about it since he told
me about it before we got married. Come to think of it, he told me before
we were even engaged."
"Well, then perhaps it isn't something I need to hear about," Alice
attempted to soothe her.
"I agree," Bob spoke up. "And I think we need to be going. Come on, we're
keeping Alice from doing whatever she wants to do."
"I told you," Roxanne growled, "I am going to finish my drink."
Bob looked at Alice; he was slumped over knowing he wouldn't be able to
stop her now. Alice looked back at Bob with pity in her eyes but she also
had no idea how to stop her. Secretly they were both thinking the same
thing: maybe she'll pass out.
Roxanne put her glass back down and looked at the other two people in the
room. She was relishing in the cruelty she was weaving. She let the
silence draw out for a few moments.
"Bob likes dressing up," she announced.
"Really?" Alice looked at Bob confused. "I thought you didn't like to
dress up. Always Mr. Casual."
"Oh, he hates suits and ties and even slacks. Absolutely despises wearing
dress shoes, says they hurt his feet too much."
"Then I don't understand," Alice looked at Bob who had his eyes closed
and head bowed. He had moved from the arm of the chair to another chair.
"Oh, he would love to dress up in a formal gown with silk stockings and
high heels. Or maybe it wouldn't have to be so formal. He'd like a nice
dress, or perhaps a skirt and blouse would do. Isn't that right, honey?"
Roxanne gloated.
Silence enveloped the room once again. Bob was too mortified to say
anything. Alice was unable to say anything. Roxanne just sipped at her
drink again grinning from ear to ear. She had scored a direct hit. She
savored her victory but started thinking maybe she would push it further.
"Maybe you'd like to see it for yourself?" she pressed. "Perhaps you have
something he'd like to wear for you. A dress, or no, wait," she looked
over at Bob, "maybe some sexy lingerie that he could model for us. What
do you think, Bob? Wouldn't you like to show your old flame how you like
to enjoy yourself?"
"Not particularly," he whispered.
"Roxanne, I think you've done enough damage here," Alice spoke up. "There
isn't any need to embarrass him any further. I am guessing from his
reaction that what you have said is true."
"I still have half a drink," she snapped. "Not going anywhere yet."
Bob stood up and reached for Roxanne's drink. "Come on, it's time we
left."
"NO!" Roxanne screeched and took a swing at him as he reached for her.
Bob backed off not knowing what to do. He turned and looked back at Alice
for help. He could see she was as stumped as he was. "I'm so sorry."
"I am not leaving here until you embarrass yourself the way you've
embarrassed me," Roxanne announced.
"Embarrassed you?" Bob looked at her agape. "How have I embarrassed you?
You are doing a good job of that yourself the way you are acting now."
"I wouldn't be acting this way if you hadn't been all over each other out
in the kitchen," she spat.
"We were not all over each other," Bob objected. "We were standing there,
we had our arms around each other but that was it."
"It's true," Alice added. "We were just talking with everyone else
standing there."
"You know what you need to do to end this," she slumped back in the chair
and sipped at her drink again. The glass was nearly empty.
Bob looked at Roxanne trying to silently plead with her but Roxanne
refused to meet his gaze. At last he turned to look at Alice. She was
slumped back as well frustrated by the situation.
"Alice," Bob's voice broke as he spoke, "I hate to ask, but is there any
way to satisfy her request, I'm afraid it might be the only way to get
past this."
"Are you serious?" Alice came back. "We could just wait her out. As drunk
as she is she'll likely pass out in a few minutes."
"Hah," Roxanne spat. "Now that his little secret is out he can't wait to
get into something of yours."
"Frankly I'm afraid that she won't pass out, or if she does we'll still
have to wake her to get her to the car and we'll be back at it again. I'd
rather try and get this over with."
Alice sat and thought for several moments. "Fine," she sighed. "I think I
have something that will work." She stood and started toward her bedroom.
"Better make it good," Roxanne called after her.
"End this now," Bob pleaded. "You got what you wanted. You told her about
my, eh, hobby. You got me to admit it was true. You don't need to get her
to give me her things to wear. You've never wanted to know anything about
it after I told you. Why would you think she wants to see it?"
"Just because I don't say anything about it doesn't mean I don't think
about it. And you think I don't notice my things have been moved around
or wrinkled? I'm reminded of it a lot more often than you think. Now one
of your friends will get to enjoy it too."
"Bob," Alice came back into the room clearly embarrassed. "I set
something out on my bed. Take a look and see if you think that will
help." She shot a dirty look at Roxanne.
Bob got up and sheepishly walked to the bedroom. He found a red and black
bustier on the bed with a pair of black stockings and black panties. He
couldn't help feeling a little excited about the idea of putting these
things on even though he also dreaded it. He took a deep breath and
proceeded to strip off his clothes.
He put on the bustier; it was tight and took some work getting it on
since he was a bit larger than Alice in all the wrong places, and smaller
in other. Once in place he sat on the edge of the bed and worked the
stockings up his legs. He had to hold his breath as leaning over kept him
from being able to breathe. He could see the hair on his legs in places
through the stockings as he connected the tabs to them. His legs weren't
very hairy, which he was happy for, but there was some that could be seen
on close inspection.
He stood up and stepped into the panty. He got a chill as it slid up his
legs over the stockings until he slipped it into place. He stepped to a
mirror to look. It wasn't pretty, the body wasn't too bad, but his head
was decidedly out of place. Then he realized the panties weren't as
opaque as he thought. The light fabric made his penis fairly easy to see
because they were stretched so tight.
He thought about looking for another pair but felt guilty going through
Alice's drawers. He briefly wondered if she realized when she set them
out. He was about to bite the bullet and go back to the living room when
he noticed a black leather miniskirt on a hanger hanging on the doorknob
of the closet. He went and checked it out deciding at last to try it on.
It was tight but he was able to get it zipped up. At least it covered the
worst of his problem.
Again, he was about to leave when he decided to take a peek into the
closet. It took him another minute to find a sheer black blouse that
would work. "In for a penny," he told himself as he slipped into the
blouse. It didn't really cover anything, but it felt right.
He took as deep a breath as he could and walked back to the living room.
Roxanne and Alice both turned to look at him as he walked into the room.
He looked defeated: his shoulders were slumped, his head hung down.
Roxanne erupted in laughter. "That's quite an outfit she set out for
you!"
"Actually, Alice," Bob stuttered, "I'm sorry but I saw the skirt hanging
on the knob and decided I needed to borrow it. Then I borrowed the
blouse."
"That's quite alright," Alice answered, her heart was aching to spare him
from any more.
"Oh, you picked out the skirt and blouse?" Roxanne once again laughed.
"This is even better than I thought it would be. Hey, Alice, what do you
think of your old boyfriend now?"
Alice started to reply but thought better of her initial response. "You
know what, it just isn't right getting all dressed up like that and not
having any makeup on. Bob, have you ever tried makeup?"
Bob's heart fell even further realizing his friend was now climbing on to
the taunts. A tear fell as his shook his head.
"Makeup?" Roxanne sneered. "Oh what a perfect end, yes, definitely. I was
thinking maybe another dress, but makeup for sure."
"Well, if you have never done it before, then you will need help," Alice
got up and went to Bob. "Roxanne, are you sure you trust me to be alone
with him?"
"Oh, if you can find anything attractive about him now I don't know what
to think," Roxanne giggled. "Go, try and make him pretty."
Alice took Bob by the arm and led him back out of the room. They could
hear Roxanne chuckling and talking to herself as they left the room.
Once back in the bedroom Alice had Bob sit on the side of her bed. She
took notice of how he tucked his skirt under and folded his hands in his
lap.
"Look, we can just hang out here for a few minutes," Alice told him.
"Without someone to torment, she'll pass out in no time. Why do you put
up with this? Is it like this a lot?"
Bob sighed. "If you really are going to try and do makeup, you ought to
do it. She won't pass out this fast, not now. Something changed a few
months ago." He hesitated as Alice started work on his face. "Most of the
time things are like they always are: she is kind, helpful, and cheerful.
Then all of a sudden it is like someone throws a switch and she goes off
on these rants about nothing at all. I've tried to get her to talk to a
doctor about it but so far she hasn't found it necessary. Tonight has
been the worst one yet. If she remembers any of this tomorrow, maybe
she'll finally go."
He sat in silence while Alice continued putting on the mascara, eye
shadow, and lipstick. She was just finishing up when they heard Roxanne
call out.
"You don't have to try and make him beautiful, just make him look like
the girl he is pretending to be."
"Well, I guess that is it then," Alice put down the tube of lipstick.
"Take a look and then head back into the other room. I'll be along
shortly."
Bob got up and went to the mirror and gaped. "Wow!"
"Yeah, it isn't bad," Alice smiled. "If I had a little more time, and
desire, I bet I could make you look even better. You could make for a
fairly attractive woman."
Bob turned and gave her a smile before leaving to head back to face his
wife.
"God damn!" Roxanne hollered when Bob came in the room. "She did a hell
of a job on you. I can still see you in there, but not too bad. No way in
hell I would want anything to do with you looking like that."
"Gee, thanks," Bob sighed. "Now, you got what you wanted. Why don't I get
dressed and we leave and get out of Alice's hair?"
"Speaking of Alice, where is she?" Roxanne leaned forward trying to look
past Bob up the hall.
"I don't know," he told her. "She told me to come back in here after she
finished my face."
"So, you feeling all girly now? You look like you should be out on a
street corner. All you lack is some fuck-me-pumps."
"When is this going to end?" Bob tugged his skirt down a little.
"When I say it does," Roxanne barked. "This has been quite an
educational..." her voice trailed off.
Bob turned and looked and saw Alice entering the room behind him only she
had changed, a lot. She was wearing a white minidress whose long sleeves
were only a little shorter than the dress itself. She had a gold rope
belt around her waist. Bare legs showed below the dress except tan
gladiator sandals the reached to just below her knees with a four inch
heel. She had redone her makeup and hair looking like she was ready for a
night out at a club.
"After doing Bob's makeup for him I started thinking about how much fun
it would be to have a friend like that for playing dress-up and stuff.
Usually I would have thought a girlfriend would be perfect for doing it
but now I am thinking why not a boyfriend? I mean look at him! He looks
great! It would be fun to do different things together. Tonight is club
night! Short skirt, grand makeup, put on some music and dance. Maybe
another night we could have a candlelight dinner in formal dresses and
quiet music. Maybe watch a chick flick together. I bet you'd like
watching one with me, wouldn't you Bob?" She wrapped her arms around one
of his arm and rubbed her leg against his.
"Uh," Bob was confused. Excited at the prospect of evenings like she
suggested but confused by her suddenly coming on to him this way. She
knew he couldn't be unfaithful, especially not with Roxanne sitting right
there. She was just going to piss her off more!
"What the hell are you talking about?" Roxanne finally pried herself out
of the chair and staggered toward the two of them. "He is still my
husband!"
"Maybe you would do well to remember that!" Alice called back at her.
"You've tried to destroy this man tonight. Tried to make him look bad to
me, but what I see is a strong, faithful, loving man that is doing his
best to put up with a woman who seems to delight in torturing him. I know
he would struggle with having to choose to leave you, but if he did I'd
take him in a heartbeat. I see something in him tonight that I didn't see
in him before. And I could surely deal with him liking to wear a dress on
occasion if it meant I could have the rest of him all the time. You need
to straighten out whatever shit you have going on or you are going to
give me or some other woman a chance to have this amazing man in our life
instead of you."
Roxanne stood just staring at the two of them. Bob had actually turned to
look at Alice stunned.
"You're right," Roxanne blinked and a tear rolled down her face. "I don't
know what made me do that tonight. I know he wouldn't cheat on me but
when I saw you two looking so chummy I just felt like he wanted to be rid
of me. Bob, I'm sorry, take me home please."
Roxanne turned and grabbed her purse and stumbled toward the door.
"Rox, wait!" Bob called. "I need to change clothes and clean up."
"Don't worry about it," Alice hugged him, "bring the clothes back when
you can. It's late, just don't get stopped by the cops."
"You sure?" he squeezed her.
"Yeah, I'll get your clothes from the bedroom," she turned and left him.
Bob got to the front door and saw Roxanne leaning against the side of the
car. It was locked and the keys were still in his pants pocket.
"Here you go," Alice handed him a bundle. "I hope you get things sorted
out. And if you don't, well, I was serious about having date nights in
the house. I realized it while I was finishing up your make-up. I started
getting all horny thinking about the way things could go. Now, you better
go tend to your wife, I have another BOB waiting for me."
"Another Bob?" he was confused knowing they were the only two left in the
house.
"Battery Operated Boyfriend," Alice winked. "Now go."
They kissed briefly on the lips. Both felt a strange sensation from the
lipstick on lipstick.
Bob turned and walked to the car fishing though the pockets for his keys,
marveling at the odd feeling of the air against his stockinged legs and
under his skirt. He punched the button unlocking the car and tossed his
clothes in the back. Roxanne didn't move.
He scurried around the passenger side and saw she had passed out on her
feet. He got the car open and wrestled her into the seat while trying to
keep his skirt from riding up. At last he waved to Alice still watching
from her doorway and got into the car.
Once they arrived at the house, Bob thought briefly of letting Roxanne
sleep in the car until she woke herself up but decided he couldn't do
that. With great effort he managed to get her into the house and dropped
her onto the bed.
He went to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He felt bad
having to say goodbye to the girl in the mirror. Alice had done an
amazing job. He unzipped his skirt and unbuttoned his blouse then
deposited both of them on a chair in the bedroom. He peeled off the
stockings but noticed he had managed to ruin one of them, walking
barefoot on concrete wasn't a good idea. He resolved to buy Alice a new
pair when he returned them. He peeled the panties off and finally undid
the bustier. He sighed as his body relaxed released from its prison.
He washed his face and put on his own clean underwear and climbed into
bed. Roxanne was already snoring away. He was exhausted and it wasn't
enough to keep him awake.
Some time later.
Bob walked to the door, a paper shopping bag in his hand, he knocked and
waited to see if there would be an answer. He'd delayed this long enough.
"Bob!" Alice squealed. "It's been a long time. I thought maybe you'd
forgotten about me."
"No, of course not," he grinned sheepishly. "Things have been a little
crazy for a while and, well, I thought I ought to get your things back to
you." He handed her the bag.
"Thanks, why don't you come in," she stepped back out of the doorway
allowing him room to come in. "I didn't care much about the lingerie,
that was why I chose it for you that night, I was thinking about getting
rid of it. The skirt and blouse on the other hand, well it is one of my
favorites skirts so I'm glad to get it back." She tossed the bag onto a
chair and sat on the couch. "Can you sit for a minute or are you
disappearing again."
"Yeah, thanks," Bob looked around for a moment and decided to sit on the
edge of the couch. "Like I said, things have gotten crazy. The day after
the party Roxanne said she didn't remember much of the night before. When
I told her what she did, she said I was lying and even showing her the
clothes didn't convince her. I told her she needed to see a doctor and
she refused.
"Two days later she stopped by a bar and drank far too much again and I
had to get her home. Fortunately she wasn't quite as belligerent. When I
insisted she see a doctor she started accusing me of trying to stop her
from having any fun at all. Two weeks later, and a few more incidents, I
told her see a doctor or I was moving out. Well, I found a furnished
apartment that rented by the month. I figured when she realized I was
serious maybe she would finally get the help. That didn't go as I
planned.
"A week later she told me she met someone who wouldn't try and stifle her
fun. She wanted a divorce. We filed two months ago and I have been trying
to put my life in order since then. I've had that bag of your clothes
sitting in a corner of my room since I moved out. I had to buy new
stockings because I ruined the pair you gave me walking out to the car
and driving that night. Took me a while to find some of the same
quality."
"Oh, you didn't need to do that," Alice assured him. "I wish you had
called, I would have at least been an ear for you to unload to."
"Thanks, but that isn't what I wanted things to be like," Bob explained.
"Also, I think I wanted things to work out. She may sort herself out, but
now things have moved on too far. I think I finally got my head back on
straight, which is why I thought I would bring your things back and ask
if you had plans for tonight? Maybe a little dinner somewhere?"
"Oh, Bob, I'm sorry but I already have plans for tonight," Alice frowned.
"Oh, yeah, hey, that's okay," Bob got up and started wandering toward the
door. "I should have expected that this late a notice wouldn't work. You
probably ought to be getting ready; I'll get out of your way."
"I wish I didn't, really," Alice followed him to the door.
"Hey, no problem," Bob forced a smile as he walked out the door and
turned to face her as he reached his car. "Perhaps I'll try again one day
soon. I'll just give you more notice next time, okay?"
"I'd love that," Alice smiled broadly trying to show her sincerity. She
watched Bob start toward the car door and called out, "Bob!" he stopped
and looked. "Do you have plans for tomorrow night?"
"Um. No, I don't"
"What about dinner tomorrow," she looked about checking and seeing nobody
else. "Formal dinner, here. I just bought a beautiful dress for a party
last month, and I have another one I wore last year that I am certain
would fit you. Say, you come over about four, we'll get dressed when you
get here, I'll help you with your make-up again. Then we'll have a nice
candlelight dinner and a quiet evening together. That is if that is still
something you would like to do."
"Are you serious?" Bob stammered.
"Well, yeah," Alice giggled. "You wouldn't believe how often I've thought
about that since the party that night. And I couldn't talk to anyone else
about doing something like that, it had to be you. I just never thought I
would get the opportunity. If you are up for it that is. I mean I realize
you were forced into your confession that night, and maybe it soured you
on the idea."
"Truth is," Bob looked around nervously, "I've worn the things I returned
today a few times since I moved out. I liked to sit there imagining us
talking and having a nice time like you said that night."
"Great," Alice's face lit up in a genuine smile. "Then I'll see you
tomorrow around four."
"Two questions first?" Bob asked.
"Sure, anything," Alice waited.
"Is there anything you'd like for me to pick up for the dinner? I can get
all of it, or part of it, whatever you'd like."
"I'll text you a list tomorrow morning, how's that?" she laughed. "If I
had planned better there wouldn't be a list."
"Well, this is last minute, and I appreciate it," Bob grinned. "The other
question: long or short dresses?"
"Long for both of us," Alice winked. "Yours is black, beaded, layers of
chiffon in the skirt, lace and beading on the top, half sleeves. Since
you replaced the stockings, I think the corset will work well with that
dress as well. Mine is, well, I think I'd like mine to be a surprise.
Maybe if we have as good a time as I think we'll have, you might decide
to surprise me one day."
"I think I'd like that," Bob was tingling with excitement. "I'll see you
tomorrow at four. And I think I'll spend tonight looking for some shoes
online because I don't want to ruin stocking every time. I won't have
them for tomorrow, but I think we'll be doing it again."
"Sounds like a plan," Alice waved. "Hey, if I get home early tonight and
want to call you, would it be okay?"
"You can call me whatever time you get home," Bob waved and got in the
car.
Alice watched as he drove away. She played with the idea of cancelling
her date for this evening but decided it was best to carry through. No
sense being rude to the guy and he had already paid for tickets to a
play. She turned and went back into the house wondering if she could get
Bob to tell her what size shoes he might wear. She thought she could get
to a store in the morning and find a pair for him for tomorrow night;
that would be a nice surprise. That dress would certainly look better on
him if he were wearing heels. A shiver ran up her spine and she giggled
with the excitement of the next evening wishing this evening were already
done.
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