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The Lingerie Model:
Part two
So there I was at the entrance to the Student Union disco dressed in a
corset, panties, stockings, suspenders and high heels. My corset had a
dog collar with it as I was meant to be a Vicar and I was holding hands
with Victoria who was wearing a similar outfit and we each had one of
Victoria's handbags over a shoulder.
I was dreading how my fellow students would react to me. I wondered how I
would have reacted to someone dressed like me myself, what could I expect?
I don't think I had ever seen a man dressed as a woman before, but how
would they respond to me, would they talk to me normally? Would they call
me, a sissy? A faggot? A tranny? If it didn't work out with Victoria
would I ever be able to get another girlfriend once pictures of me as the
transvestite vicar had circulated amongst my fellow students?
Seeing how nervous I looked Victoria took me over to the bar where her
friend Lizzie was standing. Lizzie was dressed as a more conventional
Vicar. "Wow, I see why Vicky is calling you Cinderella!" Lizzie said
kissing me on the left cheek and squeezing my right pantyclad buttock
before kissing my right cheek and doing it again.
I didn't make a fuss about Lizzie groping me as I thought if I didn't
react she might stop and it was embarrassing to be fondled by a woman
whilst standing there at the bar dressed as I was. I tried to look
confident like the model Danielle on my poster. At the same time I
thought to myself at least one of my fellow students is still attracted to
me but I didn't want to begin an affair with Lizzie whilst Victoria
appeared interested in me.
So instead of making a fuss or saying anything about what Lizzie was doing
I said to Victoria, "See I told you I could have dressed like a more
conventional male Vicar!"
"See any conventional male vicars in here?" Victoria challenged me and I
looked around and realised that the other men I could see were dressed
like ordinary men and hadn't bothered with costumes at all.
I ordered a beer and "whatever Victoria wants" as I reached for my wallet
in my handbag but found Victoria had replaced my wallet with a purse and
that my keyring had been replaced with one with a girly key ring with a
pink fluffy heart shape attached. There was a lipstick and mascara in my
handbag too with a small hand mirror.
As I was looking at this Victoria told the barman, "Give her a sangria
instead of a beer and give me a sangria too."
So I found myself with a sangria in my hand instead of a beer and that
Victoria paid for my drink.
I wasn't used to drinking sangria as I had always thought of it as a
lady's drink nor was I used to having my girlfriend pay for my drink but I
grew more confident about standing there in lingerie as I noticed that I
wasn't the only male student dressed as a woman.
"Look Cinderella there are other AMABs dressed as women!" Victoria said.
"What's an AMAB?" I asked.
"Well looking at you I would say that you are not cisgender but AMAB."
Victoria explained. Cisgender sounded like cissy to me so I took it that
AMAB meant I looked masculine in my lingerie.
For a while Victoria and I were able to stand around with Lizzie with only
a few comments from other students such as "What charming hers and hers
underclothes!" and "Would you marry us Vicar?"
After a couple of sangrias I saw my friend Bob come over. He said, "Phil,
I never took you for a tranny and drinking sangria! I'm only surprised
you are not wearing lipstick and mascara."
I sensed this was meant as an insult but when Victoria said, "Let me put
on your lipstick and mascara it will make you look more AMAB." I felt I
wanted to put Bob in his place so I agreed.
I was starting to wonder what AMAB meant as Victoria put my lipstick on me
and started to do my mascara. I understand that most of the lipstick was
on my lips and she only poked me in the eye with my mascara brush once as
she said, "AMAB means Assigned Male At Birth, silly!" and it dawned on me
that cisgender did not mean cissy and that AMAB at the least hinted that I
was in some way transgendered and I moved away to try to stop Victoria
applying mascara to my eyelashes.
Then in my drunk state I thought to myself that I might as well let her
finish what she was doing.
Next Lizzie led me to the dance floor to dance to "Jesus to a child" by
George Michael. If you don't know the song it's a slow dance. It was a
strange experience to be dancing backwards round the Student Union dance
floor in heels dancing the woman's role as a woman dressed as a male Vicar
held me in her arms and squeezed my backside from time to time. From time
to time I felt air go up my panties as the suspender straps from my corset
created space but I didn't object as Lizzie bent me backwards and lent
over me and kissed me as the song finished although at that point I lost
my balance and realised as I sat in spilt beer on the Student Union
dancefloor why it was not the best place to sit down.
I remember sitting around in wet beer soaked panties for another sangria
or two but I blacked out shortly after that but was told later that I was
seen talking to a policeman before I was seen with Victoria who led me
back to my room.
When I woke the next morning I found my keys had been tucked under my
door. I noticed this because I was lying on my bedroom floor. My head
hurt as I noticed that I was still wearing the Vicar's outfit from the
previous evening.
I felt dizzy as I sat up and got my heels off as quickly as I could and
got out of my smelly panties and stockings straight after that. I went to
my bathroom to see if I could see how to remove my corset but found I did
not have the flexibility to see or reach that part of my back. I realised
then that I was still wearing mascara and lipstick from last night and
that I would need help getting my corset off and would have to wait until
I saw Victoria for that help..
I went over to my chest of drawers for some socks and boxer shorts. It
was then that I noticed that my socks had been replaced with stockings and
my boxer shorts with panties. I didn't want to be dressed as a girl now
but it looked like I had no choice. I was angry with Victoria. A deal
was a deal but this had gone too far! I would give her a piece of my
mind.
I wondered what else she had changed and I looked up to see my poster had
been replaced with a new one of Victoria and I holding hands at the
Student Union bar from last night. I wanted to take it down because I
didn't want people seeing me dressed as a girl, (if they came to my room,)
but at the same time I wanted to leave it up because it had two sexy women
on it dressed in lingerie. Well ok you could see I was a man from the
neck up but the rest of my body looked like a woman's. I found myself
getting aroused as I looked at the poster and put on a pair of panties and
stockings for the second time in 24 hours.
I was relieved to find Victoria had left me with my tee shirts, trousers,
shirts and jumpers but when I put a tee shirt on I was worried to notice
how my corset showed through it and I remembered hearing a girl talk about
"vpl" which I got her to explain meant "visible panty line" and I thought
what if my panties and corset showed through the clothing I was wearing?
Then I noticed that Victoria had left me a dress to wear. So I could
either leave my room looking ostensibly male but for the underwear I was
wearing or I could leave it dressed as a woman. I picked up the dress. I
understand now it was called a bodycon midi dress. It was black with a
floral pattern that ran from the right shoulder across the chest towards
the left hip. The pattern looked slightly like a beauty queen's sash.
What would it feel like to wear it I wondered? I took off my tee shirt
And unzipped the dress and took it off the hanger and then stepped into
it. I couldn't do it up and was looking at myself in the bathroom mirror
when I heard a knock at the door.
I went to the spyhole and noticed it was Victoria and she had brought some
bags with her. Hopefully my male clothes! I remember thinking.
"Quick come in!" I said turning my back and moving away from the door to
go and sit down on my bed. But Victoria intercepted me before I got there
and did up the zip on my dress.
"I don't want to wear a dress," I told her.
"Then why did you put it on?" she countered.
"Er I wondered what it would feel like -" I replied.
"To wear a dress because you wanted to wear it, didn't you?" she finished
my sentence although I had not intended to use the same words. "And you
are wearing panties and stockings like any other AMAB trans woman would."
"I didn't have a choice," I said angrily.
"Of course you did," Victoria said opening the drawer I didn't normally
use, "you put them in this drawer yourself."
I saw all my male underwear was in the drawer.
"And how do you really explain if you wanted to dress as a man why you
were not wearing male clothes when I arrived but instead waiting for me to
zip you into the only dress I had left you? Look I have brought over a
wig and makeup kit. Let's do a deal. If I can get your face looking like
a real woman's we are going dress shopping on your bank account. If you
are not convinced you look like a real woman I will unzip your dress and
let you out of your corset. Is that a deal?"
"Ok," I said shaking on it but intending to say I did not look like a real
woman regardless of what I looked like.
I shaved my face and then let Victoria apply foundation to my face with
her foundation brush gently blending it with a rolling motion as she told
me how she was concealing my blemishes. Next she set about on my
eyelashes. She told me to close my eyes and I drifted off to sleep, still
drowsy from my sangria induced hangover, whilst she stuck on false
eyelashes and put eyeshadow on my eyelids before arching my eyebrows with
tweezers and putting a blonde wig on my head.
She woke me then as she showed me how to use a lip pencil and then heavily
applied a cherry red lipstick.
"Let's do your fingernails too," she said and not wanting to appear like I
was trying to get out of the bet I let her file and paint my fingernails.
She led me to the bathroom. I was about to say I looked like a man in
drag when I looked at the hot blonde in the mirror.
"Oh my god!" I said, at the same time realising that my reaction betrayed
what I really thought. "We are going dress shopping, aren't we?"
I was stunned by how I looked and Victoria insisted on taking a picture of
me.
We went to her room to collect our handbags and I saw she had a poster of
us like the one on my wall on her wall as well as smaller pictures of me
from last night dancing with Lizzie and standing at the bar.
I knew there would be another poster of me fully made up, which she had
just taken, on her wall shortly and she told me she would give me one to
put on my wall too. Looking like I did I knew this poster would stay up.
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