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Paris: Part Three:
My first thought on waking to find all my clothes had gone except the
boxer shorts I was wearing was what the hell happened last night?
I had met with Serge's friend Jane and we had had drunken anal sex
together.
I was in her bed, which had salmon pink silk sheets, in a room which had
flowery wallpaper with a white background and matching curtains. I had a
raging headache and someone had drawn back the curtains.
Jane's room had a wooden floor, like most flats I had seen in Burgundy,
but looked rather more modern and it was immaculate.
There was a photo on my bedside table of a man, who looked rather like me.
It was paperclipped onto an envelope. As I looked at it I realised he was
wearing my clothes and blowing a kiss at the camera.
I took the picture from the envelope and turned it over.
On the back it said:
"Simone, Thanks for the clothes. Love, Serge."
It was the first time anyone had addressed me in writing as "Simone", the
feminised version of my name that I now go by, and I felt somehow
violated. Jane had been the person to take my anal virginity and Serge,
who I thought was my friend, had taken advantage of the fact that I was
sleeping and stolen my clothes.
I lay there for a moment as I wondered what to do. Without any clothes, I
felt like I was a prisoner in Jane's flat and I contemplated staying in
bed for the day. After all, I only had my boxer shorts to wear.
Then I thought better of it and picked up the envelope.
There was a note in it which said:
"Dear Simone,
You will find that Jane has left a blue lace bra and panty set in your
size on the chair where you left your clothes. She has also left you a
matching suspender belt and a pair of fishnet stockings if you feel cold
and vulnerable walking round her flat in just your bra and panties.
Mum told me that you are a huge Myl?ne Farmer fan and as you know Myl?ne
Farmer has cult status within the GLBTT community here in France. Jane
said that you were definitely bisexual but Mum felt that you may also be
somewhere on the transvestite/transsexual/transgender spectrum but she
felt you may be in denial of this so she has left you some clothes to help
you to start to explore this. You may want to insert some tissues in your
bra to give yourself more of a feeling of having tits.
You'll find some heels under the bed if you would like to try them on and
a full body slip hanging on the door if you feel cold in just your
underwear.
Sorry I am going to be out of town for a while but Jane will get back
later to see how you are doing and to show you the sights.
Love
Serge."
I could see it was not just a night's drunken sex which had got me into
this situation but my friendship with Serge's mother. Up until now I had
always thought of myself as a man although I had sometimes wondered what
it would be like to dress as a woman. It looked like I was about to find
out.
At first I thought I would ignore the note and keep my boxer shorts on but
I realised they had been soiled from a night's sex and with the rest of my
clothes having disappeared I was going to have to go along with Serge's
suggestion and put on my first bra, panties, suspenders and fishnets.
I delayed this by finding the bathroom and soaking in a warm bath but I
had to use the bath milk and shampoo that Jane had left for me as there
was no male equivalent and when I eventually got out of the bath I was
already smelling quite feminine. This wasn't helped by the fact that I
could only find an antiperspirant and perfume to spray myself with but I
figured as I was about to put on my first lingerie I might as well smell
like a woman too.
I had never tried on a pair of panties before and I was thrilled by the
delicate feel of this most feminine garment as I pulled it up my legs. I
was disappointed at how my erect penis stuck out of the top of my panties
but then suddenly thought what if I tucked my penis between my legs?
It was incredible to me how this simple act created a sort of blank space
where my penis used to be and made my groin now look feminine. I then
hooked up my suspender belt and swivelled it round my waist before rolling
the fishnet stockings up my legs like I had seen some of my girlfriends do
before.
It was strange sensation to be putting on my first suspender belt, having
seen so many women wear one, and I realised at that point that I was going
to have trouble going to the toilet unless I put the straps under my
panties before hooking them to my stockings.
I reached under the bed and found the heels that Jane had left me. They
had a five inch box heel and an ankle strap.
How many men got to try this? I asked myself as I slipped my feet into
the heels and did up the straps. I fell over the first time I tried to
walk in my heels but eventually worked out how to walk in them without
falling over.
Now my lower body looked rather feminine save for the ladders I had now
put in my fishnets as a result of falling over it was time to strap
myself into my first bra. I had had no idea how putting on these flimsy
delicate garments would leave me actually feeling quite warm, warmer than
I had felt in my boxer shorts, but I realised I would still want to wear
my slip if I was not to catch a cold.
So now on my first full day in Paris I was standing in a strange girl's
apartment dressed in lingerie and wearing a pair of high heels looking at
how ridiculous I looked in her bathroom mirror and wondering what it would
be like to really be a woman.
Just then I heard the keys turn in the lock and my first instinct was to
hide but where was I going to hide but under the sheets and I couldn't do
that with my heels on.
So I walked back through to the bedroom to see Jane come in with some
shopping bags.
"I've bought you some clothes, it's time you left the apartment!" she
said. "But first we should sort out your makeup."
It was then I realised that Serge and Jane meant that I was going to be
seeing Paris as Simone, not Simon.
"I am not letting you put makeup on my face," I said adamantly.
"Oh really? You want to see Paris dressed like a woman but looking like a
man?" Jane replied.
"No I don't want to see Paris dressed like a woman at all," I said.
"Well Simone, have you seen any men's clothes in my flat?" Jane replied.
It finally dawned on me that I had better let Jane finish the job of
turning me into a woman. So I sat down silently at her dressing table and
let her set about putting on my face, foundation, lipstick, false lashes
and mascara explaining each step and encouraging me to do part of it
myself.
Jane then produced a red wig which she fixed on my head and she led me to
her wardrobe. She picked out a black cold shoulder bodycon dress and
having zipped me into it asked me if I thought I looked like a man any
more?
I agreed I looked like a woman and Jane said we were going clubbing...
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