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Bob and Alice Beyond the Party
Author's Note: This will be my 40th story posted on Fictionmania. I
started with Reunion over 3 years ago. I had no idea then that I would
have so much to say, or that I would enjoy doing this that much. This is
a sequel I didn't plan on writing, but the idea of what came next
wouldn't leave me alone. I hope it is worth it. And THANK YOU to those
who have read and commented on them.
Bob approached the door for the second time in two days. Once again he
was carrying shopping bags, though this time more than one and filled
with groceries rather than Alice's clothes that he was returning.
Yesterday, Bob was nervous about seeing Alice again months after his soon
to be ex-wife decided to try and embarrass him in front of her. He
wondered if the things Alice said were true or just an attempt to help
him in the midst of Roxie's tirade. He was nervous because he had also
decided to ask her out. Then she surprised him by asking him to dinner
tonight and even suggested they would be wearing long gowns for a
candlelight dinner. Could it really be true?
Now his feelings were all over the map. Nervous about a date, excited
about the prospect of Alice helping him get dressed up, cautious because
he had never encountered positive comments when he talked of liking
dresses. Was he being set up to look like a fool? He certainly never
would have told Roxanne about it except they were to be married and they
needed to share things and be honest and open with each other. And if he
hadn't shared, she wouldn't have been able to try and embarrass him at
the party. But she hadn't done that he wouldn't be standing there ready
to have dinner with someone who might care for him more than anyone had
in his past.
He let his breath out in a long slow sigh.
The door opened.
"You going to just stand there all night?" Alice asked from inside. "I
heard your car door and expected a knock, you ok?"
"Um, yeah, I guess so," he got his feet moving again and started through
the door, "just a little gun shy I guess."
"I can't say I blame you much after that display Roxanne put on," Alice
reassured him, "but I promise I'll never do something like that to you.
If you aren't feeling good about this, we can just have dinner. We don't
have to dress up or anything."
Bob continued through to the kitchen, put the bags down and looked at
Alice for the first time since walking in. She had already fixed her
hair, and done her make-up the way one would for a formal event. She was
in a baby blue robe that reached the floor, tied tight around her waist.
"No, I'm okay, really," Bob smiled. "I just have a case of stage fright I
guess. I really want to do it."
"Good," Alice went to him and hooked her arm through his. Bob noticed her
leg flashed white when it peeked through the opening in her robe. "Now
I've already done most of what I need to do to get ready except put my
dress on. Now it is time to get you ready."
They marched together back to her bedroom where Bob saw some things
spread out on the bed. It was a touch of d?j? vu as he spotted a black
corset, black stockings and a black panty lying there.
"Now, if you like, take these into the bathroom and change," Alice
instructed him. "There is a robe hanging on the back of the door, you can
wear that while we work on your hair and make-up."
"Are you sure you really want to do this?" Bob's hands shook as he
collected the items from the bed.
"I do if you do," Alice responded. "So, now get to it, or let's go work
on getting dinner ready."
Bob hesitated only a moment then went into the bathroom. A few minutes
later he emerged wearing a white robe that reached about mid-thigh. His
legs were black below the hem of the robe.
"Terrific," Alice smiled, "take a seat here and let's do a real make-up
job on you. That last rush job was good, you have a great face for it,
but I think I can do a much better job."
Alice went to work and had gotten the base and powder done when she
reached down and stroked Bob's leg pushing the robe open a bit. "Did you
shave your legs?"
"Yes," Bob's voice hitched worried that he had pushed things too far; he
pulled at the robe trying to cover his exposed thigh.
"I like it," Alice answered and went back to work.
She added some color to his cheeks, did a dramatic look on his eyes, even
adding false eyelashes. She went to work on his hair and managed to spray
it into a configuration that looked fairly feminine.
"So, what do you think of my handiwork this time," Alice asked as she
gave Bob a full view in the mirror.
"It's unbelievable," Bob watched the deep red lips form the words in the
mirror shocked that it confirmed he was actually looking at himself.
"Yeah, I told you it was a hack job last time," Alice swiveled back and
forth as she looked at her masterpiece in the mirror. "I know we are
going to have such a good time tonight. Now, come on. Let's go prepare
dinner."
"Like this?" Bob was confused.
"Of course," Alice answered and started toward the kitchen. "The dresses
have too much material to work around the kitchen together and I don't
want to take a chance of getting anything on either one of them."
"Oh, I guess that makes sense," Bob followed.
The spent the next half hour getting the steaks broiled, potatoes nuked,
asparagus blanched. They talked mostly about food and restaurants through
the preparations. When everything was ready Alice handed Bob a bottle of
Cabernet Sauvignon to open. The cork gave a satisfying pop and he poured
it into a decanter to let it open up to its full flavor.
"One more thing," Alice pulled open a drawer and pulled out a couple
baggies. "You need to have breasts for that dress to fit you right. A
little substance within the corset you are wearing." She filled the bags
with flour; made sure they were even and sealed them. Also checked to be
sure no excess white powder would be floating about to land on any of the
black material he was or would be wearing. "May I?" she reached to the
front of Bob's robe and pulled it open a bit. He just stood there unable
to say anything or move. Alice slipped the packages into the cups and
gave them a few squeezes and pats to be sure they looked right. "OK,
gotta say I've never done anything like that before. Let's go get into
our dresses!"
She took Bob by the hand and led him back into the bedroom. She went to
the closet and pulled a large bag from inside. It opened with the high
pitched whistle of the zipper as she ran it around the outside. Bob
gasped when he saw it.
"You like?" Alice pulled it from the hanger and held it up.
"It's beautiful," he gently ran his hands across it feeling the material,
checking the transparency at certain parts.
"And you are going to look amazing in it," Alice unzipped the back.
"Let's get you into it."
Bob looked around for a moment.
"Oh, would you prefer to put it on in the bathroom by yourself? I didn't
think you'd be bashful about this, but it's okay."
"No, I'm fine," Bob untied the robe and took it off. "These panties you
gave me, well, they are even more transparent than the pair from the
party. I mean the lace doesn't leave a lot to the imagination."
"Well, unless things have changed down there over the years, I've seen it
before," a wry smile creased her face as she glanced down at Bob's
panties. "Now, get into the dress!"
He stepped into the opening and Alice pulled it up his body, then up his
arms. He turned and she ran the zipper up his back sealing him into it.
He felt a tear come to his eye as he ran his hands over the lace, his
breasts, and down taking handfuls of chiffon and holding them out looking
at the layers of skirt adorning him. He was happier than he had ever
been.
"You look really great," Alice commented, "but there is something wrong.
The dress is too long; you'll be tripping over it all night. Hold on a
second." She went back to the closet and came out with a shoe box. "Have
you ever worn high heels?"
"Not really, no," Bob answered. "My feet are a lot bigger than yours," he
protested. "They won't fit me."
"Humor me," Alice commanded. "Take a seat on the bed. Pull your dress up
a bit."
Bob did as told and pulled his dress up exposing his leg from the knee
down. Alice knelt down and pulled one of the shoes from the box, a black
sandal with about a three inch heel. She slipped it onto his foot and
fastened the tiny buckle. To Bob's amazement it fit perfectly. Stunned,
he lowered that foot and extended his other foot. Alice got the shoe on
and stood up.
"Looks pretty good to me," she nodded. "Let's get you up on them and see
how they do."
She helped Bob stand up, the dress fell back down his legs and the hem of
his dress now hovered above the floor.
"Perfect," Alice commented.
"I don't understand," Bob wobbled a little trying to find his balance
atop the slender heel.
"Well, since you were doing all the food shopping today," she explained,
"I decided I could do a little shopping of my own. When I collected your
clothes so you could get Roxanne home I noticed the size of your shoe
that was stamped inside. It stuck with me because it happens to be the
same size I wear, except of course men's sizes are different than
women's. But it gave me a place to start so I bought you a pair of shoes.
And you notice the corset isn't the same one you borrowed. Except for the
dress, everything you are wearing belongs to you now."
"Oh, Alice," Bob was flabbergasted. "You shouldn't have."
"Do you not like it?" she asked.
"No, I love it, I love it all," he assured her. "It is just too much."
"I don't think so," she shook her head. "I think it is just enough. Now,
help me into my dress." She turned and got another bag from her closet.
Bob's eyes grew larger as he waited to see the dress she had chosen to
wear. The bag opened revealing a long red dress.
Alice laid the dress on the bed, undid her robe and tossed it aside. Bob
watched her in her white longline bra, white lace top stockings attached
to a lacy garter belt, and a white lace panty every bit as sheer as his
own, except when she turned away from him he saw the her panty was a
thong and the bra dipped down in the back to just a strap. His heart
skipped a beat as he watched her bend to retrieve the dress from the bed
and unzipped it.
"OK," Alice handed it to him. "Your turn to help me."
Bob oriented the dress and squatted down to allow Alice to step into it.
His gown billowed about him as he lowered. He pulled the dress up Alice's
legs unable to avoid taking a closer look as he came to her hips. She
held the top as he checked to be sure the hanger ribbons were tucked
inside and then worked the zipper up the short distance it had to travel
in the back.
While his dress was sheer above the bust with lace and just a hint of a
sleeve, Alice's dress was strapless, and there wasn't a lot of back to
it, just enough to cover the back of the bra she wore. Her skirt was also
layers of chiffon and above the waist was also covered in lace.
"So, what do you think?" Alice spun for his examination.
"Oh, my," Bob gasped. "You look beautiful."
"Let me get my shoes and we'll go eat."
She held her dress up, went to the closet and brought back a pair of red
sandals. Bob insisted on helping her the way she had helped him and once
he got his own dress out of the way he slipped the shoes onto her feet
and helped her up.
"I can't believe we are really doing this," Bob whispered.
"To be honest," Alice answered, "neither can I. I never thought I would
want to do something like this. And you never struck me as the kind of
guy that would do it either. But once the idea got into my head, well I
just had to find out. So far, I am having an amazing time. I hope you are
too."
"So far," Bob smiled and felt his lips stick a little. "I am beyond
describing how good I feel."
"Let's go eat," Alice took his hand and led him away.
They set up their plates, lit candles, doused the other lights, and
poured the wine. Bob carefully arranged his dress as he sat and placed
his napkin is his lap. He watched Alice doing the same on her side though
it seemed to him she did it without really thinking about it.
Alice picked up her glass, "To new adventures and old friends."
Bob grinned and lifted his glass. They met over the table ringing out a
single note to affirm the toast. They sipped.
Throughout dinner they chatted about things that seemed like everyday
conversation, not focusing on Bob's trials and tribulations with Roxanne
or his wardrobe for the evening. Alice had decided before Bob had arrived
she wanted to start the evening as though everything was a normal dinner
with a friend if Bob had a appeared the least bit freaked out about what
they were doing. While she saw he was edgy, he was handling it well
enough. But she wanted to keep it light to start. Plus she was still
trying to decipher her own feelings.
Once dinner was over they cleared the table but Alice convinced Bob to
leave the dishes until later once again citing a desire to not take a
chance on getting anything on either of their dresses.
They walked back into her living room, Alice turned on some quiet, slow
mood music.
"Would you dance with me?" she asked.
"I would like that," Bob answered. "I just hope I don't fall off these
shoes, I am still getting used to them."
"Don't worry, nothing fancy, just a little hug and sway," Alice moved
closer and wrapped her arms around him.
They moved a little about the room taking small steps and staying close
to each other. Bob saw a reflection in a mirror and watched what appeared
to be two women dancing together, their dresses sliding around their legs
and flowing against each other sometimes black over red, or red over
black. After a few minutes the music changed and Bob asked to take a seat
on the couch. Alice agreed.
He moved to one end of the couch and carefully gathered the voluminous
dress as he sat and arranged it nicely. Alice sat beside him leaning
against him with her head on his shoulder. She laid an arm across his
stomach.
"I've had an amazing time tonight," Alice whispered. "I'm so glad you
came back."
"Me, too," Bob sighed. "It has been a fantasy come true. Thank you."
"Can I ask you something?" Alice spoke a little louder.
"I'd say at this point you could ask me anything," Bob replied. He wished
he could see her face to read what might be coming but everything felt so
comfortable.
"Why?" Alice asked then realized there wasn't enough of a question.
"Maybe I should ask: why are you attracted to wearing women's clothes?"
"Oh, well, I wish I could really answer that," Bob gently stroked Alice's
bare back. "When I was a little kid, maybe four or five, I saw a girl my
age in a dress. She looked so pretty and I just wanted to touch the dress
she was wearing, I think it was felt. Then I found myself pretending
something would happen to me and I would have to wear girl clothes. As I
got older, I got a bit daring and started trying things on that I found
in my Mom's drawers, or a neighbor's if I had a chance. The more I did
it, the more I liked it. I often wondered if I should have been born a
girl."
"Oh," Alice was stunned a bit by the last of his confession. "Do you
think about dating men then?"
"Huh? Oh," Bob realized what he had said, "not really. It's a hard thing
to define. I sometimes wonder if I had been born a girl if I would prefer
dating men. Or maybe I would have been a lesbian because I really do
prefer to be with women sexually. My fantasy tonight about having an
evening with another woman as a woman, well, it is the start of a much
longer fantasy."
"Really," Alice purred. She began slowly pulling Bob's dress up his leg.
Bob sat for a moment watching as the material slid up his legs. Soon his
knee became visible a gradually his thigh. When the edge of the lace top
of his stocking appeared he reached down and stopped her. "Wait," he
croaked.
Alice stopped and sat up. "You don't want to?" she asked perplexed.
"Oh, trust me, I want to in the worst way," he pushed his dress back
down. "But I'm still married."
"You've filed for divorce," Alice protested. "It is just a formality of
the courts now. Unless... unless you want to get back together with Roxanne
again."
"No," Bob shook his head. "That won't happen. There isn't any way I could
forgive her now for the things she has done and said. But to me it is
still like having an affair. I made a promise and as long as I am married
to her I will keep that. I'm sorry. I am going to ask you to be patient
with me. Maybe I should have waited longer before coming around."
Alice sat quietly for several moments. "No, I understand," she leaned in
and kissed him gently on the lips. "It is more of what I didn't see in
you before. It is what made me even angrier at the party and want to
defend you against that crazy woman you are married to. Please, stay here
for a moment, I'll be back."
Alice got up and let the room leaving Bob sitting there with his
thoughts. He got up and poured himself another glass of wine and after
hesitating for a second, poured another for Alice. He returned and sat
back on the couch and waited.
Alice came back to the room. She was back in her robe again. She moved to
the couch and took up her same position leaning against Bobs shoulder.
Her robe opened for a moment and Bob caught a glimpse of pink high on her
thigh before she readjusted her robe to cover herself again.
"Thanks," she picked up her glass and took a sip.
"You aren't going to send me home like this again are you?" Bob asked a
little nervous.
"Only if you want to," Alice snuggled a little closer. "I just decided to
get comfortable again since we weren't going to do more."
"We are good then?" Bob asked.
"We'll see how things go but I'm sure everything is going to be great."
They sat there listening to music just enjoying being in each other's
company for another hour.
Bob broke the silence, "Can I ask you why? Why did you come up with this
idea? Not many women I've met think a whole lot of a guy that likes doing
this."
Alice didn't answer right away. After some time he finally answered him.
"I'm not sure why I got the idea. Sure, I was trying to defend you at
first, but then when I saw you in my skirt and all something went off
deep inside me. I felt bad about the embarrassment you were feeling, and
anger at Roxanne, and then a little attraction. Suddenly I wanted to
reach up your skirt, and I knew what you were wearing because I gave it
to you! It made no sense to me. I've never looked at another woman that
way, I've even felt anger at other men I've caught trying to look up my
skirt, but here I was wanting to do that to you. I suggested the make-up
to give you a chance to get away without more humiliation, but to be
honest, I hoped you wouldn't do it. I enjoyed doing your make-up, then I
decided to do myself up to show Roxanne what a bitch she was being and
how lucky she ought to consider herself. I'm relieved she didn't take my
advice. I told you when you left I was feeling very horny."
"Ah, yes, the other BOB," he laughed.
They sat together for a while longer then Bob told her he needed to go so
they went back to her bedroom and Alice helped him out of his dress. Bob
went into the bathroom and changed out of the rest of the clothes and
back into what he wore when he first arrived.
"You mind if I leave these here?" he indicated his shoes and lingerie.
"Up to you," Alice told him. "I thought you might like to have them to
wear at your place. Maybe even buy yourself a dress."
"Not yet," he started toward the front door. "But I hope to come back and
wear them again. In the meantime, would you like to go out with me? I
mean a real date, dinner and a movie."
"Sure," Alice answered. "This will be interesting. Taking sex out of the
equation for now will be different."
They shared a kiss and Bob left.
Over the next several weeks they dated. They went out often to
restaurants, clubs, movies, and all the places one would go on a date.
They also chose to stay in and have dinners where Bob would get to dress
up. Alice tried to talk him into going to a movie once dressed up but he
refused being too scared to be seen in public. He got new lingerie but
only if Alice did the actual purchase, he'd provide her with the money.
One Saturday, Alice asked him to participate in one of her favorite
activities: cleaning out her closet.
Bob and Alice were both in bra and panties going through all the clothes
in Alice's closet. They would try on an outfit and decide whether it
would be donated, kept, or if maybe Bob would keep it.
So far they had eliminated about a half dozen outfits, Bob had three she
didn't want but he liked. Alice had just come out of the closet in a long
lime green silk skirt with a matching top that bared a bit of her
stomach.
"I don't know," Alice held the skirt out which was pleated and reached to
just above her ankles. "I really love the way this one feels on me but I
just never wear it. What do you think? Maybe you'd like it?"
Bob reached over and took hold of the skirt feeling the fabric. "It feels
great but I can't wear something the shows my stomach."
"What does that matter?" she pressed. "You never go out. It would just be
something nice around the house."
"It would still be wrong for me," Bob let the skirt fall from his
fingers.
"I know we've talked about it but I still don't get why you won't go out
with me as my girlfriend once," Alice pleaded. "You look great, nobody
would ever guess."
"I know a lot of people around here," he protested. "Someone could see me
and guess. And what if there was some kind of accident and I ended up in
the hospital?"
"Be sure you are wearing clean panties?" Alice offered with a grin.
"Funny," Bob laughed.
"Ok, fine, go find something else," Alice instructed him.
Bob went into the closet pulled a long dress from the hanger. This was
casual long rather than anything like the gowns they wore for their first
dinner together. It had an elastic top above his breasts as well as
below. From there it dropped to the floor with a slit that ran up the
right side to just above his knee.
"I don't really think orange is my color," he told her as he came out.
Alice finished pulling her top off and tossing it on the donate pile. She
turned to look Bob over. "That is another old one, but it is just so
comfortable. I think I ought to keep it."
Bob was about to pull it off when his cell phone rang. He picked it up
and saw it was Roxanne. With a deep breath he punched the accept button
but also the speaker button. He didn't want Alice to wonder about it
while standing in her bedroom in her dress.
Alice had her skirt down to her ankles when she heard Roxanne's voice.
She stepped out of it and tossed it onto the pile and sat on her bed.
"So," Roxanne started, "congratulations!"
"Congratulations for what?" Bob sighed.
"We're single again," Roxanne answered. "Found the papers today, decided
to celebrate. Figured you might be celebrating too."
"Out at the bar already?" Bob shook his head in disbelief. It was barely
noon.
"Hey, I've been having a really good time now that I'm not being stifled
by you," she sneered.
"Well, congratulations to you too then," Bob told her with no happiness
in his voice. "Rox, you need to get some help. You are a completely
different person."
"You're damn right I'm different. I'm having more fun than I've ever had.
Have a good life Bob." The phone went silent.
"Bye, Roxie," Bob spoke to the phone.
"I don't know what to say," Alice spoke softly from her place on the bed.
"You are free of her, which is a good thing. But I see you still care."
"How can you love someone enough to marry them and suddenly stop caring?"
Bob gave a weird little laugh. "But it's over."
Alice got up clad once again in only bra and panties, and wrapped her
arms around him just holding him. He held her as well and they stood like
that for several minutes. Bob was suddenly aware that he had been gently
swaying back and forth, letting the dress he had on gently caress his
legs. He leaned back but not so far as to make Alice let go of him. "I'm
free."
"Yes, you are," she reached up and brushed a stray lick of hair from his
face. "And I thought I would want to take you straight to bed. But now, I
think we both need some time. There isn't much left in the closet, are
you up for finishing up? Or I can do it on my own."
"No, I think you are right, time. And I want to help finish," Bob took
his arms down.
"OK," she turned and walked back into her closet.
Bob walked over to the dresser and mirror. He picked up a pair of
earrings that were in a bowl and held them to his ear.
"What about the dress I am wearing? Did you tell me?" he called.
"Keep it," Alice came back into the room. "And I am keeping this one
too." She had a tight red and black dress on.
"Yes, that looks great on you," Bob dropped the earring back in the bowl
and proceeded to peel off the dress he had on.
"Looks better with the right underwear," Alice turned to show the very
visible lines her underwear showed on her behind.
"What would you think if I got my ears pierced?"
"Wow, that is quite a step," Alice took off her dress and hung it back
up. She took his dress and added it back into the closet as well. "Are
you thinking you might be ready for a public outing?"
"I don't know about that," Bob backtracked. "But lots of guys have their
ears pierced, so why not. Besides I think it will look better with some
of the dresses I am inheriting from you."
"Might look for a little extra costume jewelry as well," she grinned. "A
couple necklaces, bracelets. Are you sure you are ready for this?"
"Yes, I believe it is time to start living my life," Bob stood up
straighter.
"Then you ought to," Alice smiled at the sight of Bob's breasts popping
up as he straightened. It was funny how attached she had become to both
his personas.
They tried on a couple more outfits before calling the clean out
complete. Then they dressed and headed for the mall. After a stop at a
club for a drink to help steel Bob's resolve, they found a place and Bob
had a diamond stud adorning each of his earlobes.
Feeling emboldened, Bob picked out some jewelry and found a little black
dress that he really liked, suggested a semi-formal dinner at home that
night. When it came to the register though, he handed everything to Alice
and offered his card when the total was rung up.
Alice thought it was cute, he was making strides, or maybe she should
call it steps. But he was still with her rather than running off to be by
himself to deal with the official end of his marriage. They had grown so
close over the last several weeks. She looked forward to the times they
went out together, and to the times they acted like girlfriends spending
the day together. He had gotten pretty good at doing make-up and they
sometimes did each other's. Tonight would be another dinner in, this time
she was certain they would end up in bed together. She definitely planned
on wearing her sexiest underwear. Again she laughed to herself. This
afternoon they were both running around in bras and panties that really
weren't anything special, but for tonight it had to be sexy. She wondered
what he might choose to wear. The excitement of anticipation.
They left the store and started back to the car. Alice reached over and
took Bob's hand. Their fingers immediately intertwined. She knew they had
already started on a wonderful lifetime together.
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