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Dan read his email again, finger hovering over the "send" button.
"Dear Steve, I'm interested in the escorting opportunity that you
mentioned in your profile. I'm in my mid 30s and live as a man so I've
had no surgeries or hormones. I would potentially be available in the
evenings and weekends. Pictures are available on my profile. I'm not
an experienced girl. Please let me know if you think I'd be suitable
and what my earnings might be. Yours, Rebecca."
He swallowed a couple of times, feeling a mixture of fear, shame and
excitement. He'd thought long and hard about this over the past couple
of months. He dismissed the idea as a joke and a fantasy when it first
came into his head but it kept coming back each week as he struggled to
find a job. His savings dwindled, his emails went unanswered and the
idea of becoming an escort started to look like a serious option. He
knew that he looked good when he was dressed. He got a lot of
attention online, he'd been out dressed a few times but felt awkward
and uncomfortable in a crowd of t-girls. He'd even met the odd guy for
a drink but it'd never gone past kissing.
He'd looked at the tgirl and transgender escorts online. Sure, some of
the were stunning but a lot of them weren't. He looked better than
most of them. At 5'9" he was tall for a woman and of nondescript build
but corsetry, padding and the right clothes gave him a good figure to
go with his long legs and his undistinguished features had always been
forgettable to women but it turned out to be a real benefit when it
came to being made up. He was a blank canvas who could be made up in
all sorts of different ways. No-one had ever complimented him on his
lips as a man but carefully applied lipstick gave him a full pout.
Mascara revealed long thick lashes he'd never really noticed. Overall
he turned far more heads as Rebecca than he ever had as Dan. Maybe it
was time to use that to his advantage.
It was later than day when he received a reply. He clicked nervously
on the email and read the short response.
"Hello Rebecca, Thanks for the email. You look great in your pictures.
We should definitely take this further. I'm in the city tomorrow and
so could meet you then. I like to do this face to face to make sure
that your pictures are truthful and to make sure that you're not a
timewaster. 3pm in the Hilton bar? I'll carry a bunch of flowers so
you can recognise me. Steve."
Tomorrow! It was getting very real very quickly. He replied, "Hi
Steve, that will be great. I'll see you then. Rebecca."
Dan spent the rest of the day wondering about the meeting. He didn't
often go out in the day when dressed and never to meet someone in
public. He could see the sense of what Steve wanted though. Lots of
tgirls fantasized about being out in public as a woman but he knew most
had no chance of passing and wouldn't be brave enough to go ahead. But
he had to now. It'd be a new chapter for Rebecca even if nothing came
of it and a welcome distraction from his money worries at the very
least.
The next day came around quickly. Dan was up earlier than usual and
once he'd tidied his small flat he started planning Rebecca's trip out
in earnest. The Hilton was right in the middle of the city and didn't
have a car park. That meant he'd have to park some distance away and
walk. He'd also have to sneak out of the house in broad daylight.
None of his neighbours knew about Rebecca and he wanted to keep it that
way. What should she wear for the meeting? How should she look? If she
dressed up too much she'd attract attention and risk being clocked, but
she was persuading Steve she could attract customers and so she had to
look attractive, or rather sexy. She had to be honest with herself -
she had to look good enough that men would want to have sex with her.
And be prepared to pay for it.
Dan gave himself a few hours to get ready. To turn from average man
into attractive woman. He kept himself smooth but started with a bath
and ran a razor over his legs and armpits to get rid of any stubble and
plucked the couple of rogue hairs from his chest. He applied
moisturiser to prevent a rash and turned his attention to his face. He
trimmed his eyebrows to make sure they had a nice arched shape and felt
a little sad, as always, that he couldn't pluck them more fully without
risking being exposed as a tgirl to his friends and family. He
lathered up and shaved carefully, first with the grain and then against
it, to get the smoothest face possible and to get rid of any telltale
male signs. It stung a little and again he moisturised to make sure
that skin would recover quickly.
While his face dried he started to get dressed. He pulled on a gaff
first of all, carefully tucking his balls inside his body and penis
between his legs, the tight gaff holding them out of sight. He then
slipped on his shapewear pants. They weren't the most flattering but
did add a valuable couple of inches to his bum and started to change
his silhouette from male to female. An underbust corset came next. He
went through the usual struggle to get it nice and tight but it was
worth the trouble as his hourglass figure begame to appear. He pulled
on a corselette over the under layers and slipped in his breast forms,
a modest C cup. The fitted, black, lacy corselette covered the
unsightly shapewear and Suddenly, from the neck down, a curvy feminine
woman had appeared, long smooth legs and arms, narrow waist, pert but
plump ass and high and perky boobs. He pulled on a pair of sheer
tights, just a skin-tone but they had the effect of smoothing out the
odd blemish on his legs and smoothing the lines even more.
He was proud of his legs, he'd been told that they were to die for and
he liked to make the most of them. He took a mirror down from the wall
and sat it on the table, He laid his makeup out and started applying
it. First of all an orange lipstick onto his chin to counter the
effect of any of his dark hair that might possibly give him a five
o'clock shadow - an old drag queen trick he'd learned. He blended with
his fingers and then wiped them clean. He squeezed a blob of
foundation into a sponge and them started to dab it onto his face,
continuing until it was covered and then using a clean sponge to gently
blend it in. He added a narrow line of highlighter to the ridge of his
nose, beneath each eye and onto his forehead. He carefully blended
again, the contrast between the two subtly changing the shape of his
face to make it seem more feminine.
Next he started on his eyes, nothing too dramatic for the day, just a
lighter shade of golden cream across the whole eye, a darker shade
across the lid and an even darker line along the top of the eye. He
carefully blended before adding a black line with an eyebrow pencil.
He reached for the mascara and added three coats, top and bottom
lashes, waiting for each coat to dry and taking care not to get any on
the eyelid or face. A light dusting of blush under the highlighted
cheekbones finished his face and he turned his attention to his lips.
He chose a dark burgundy red, nothing too obvious or tarty. He applied
it carefully and blotted with tissue paper at the end. He examined
himself in the mirror and smiled.
Feminine, attractive but just about acceptable for the daytime. He'd
turn heads but hopefully not for the wrong reason. He pouted at his
reflection, half him and half her. He took the dress he'd picked out.
It was a figure hugging black number. Long arms and shortish skirt,
about 4" above the knee, but businesslike. Sexy but not too obviously
so. He pulled it on over his head, very careful not to smudge his
makeup, tugging it down over his boobs and bum. He reached for the wig
he'd chose, a dark brown bob that flattered his face and that was easy
to style, just needing a good brush. He stood and put the wig on,
fussing the hair with his fingers until he had it right but carefully
avoiding looking at this reflection.
He slipped on the shoes he was going to wear, a black court shoe with
2" heel, surprised as always at how they seems to shrink his feet and
glad that his feet were just small enough, at an 8, to be able to buy
women's shoes easily. With everything ready he turned to the mirror
for the big reveal. A final tug of the wig and brush of the hair and
she smiled at herself in the glass. Having considered for a couple of
moments, she reached into her accessories box and picked out a pair of
clip on gold coloured hoop earrings, small but pretty, and attached
them to her ears and added a dash of perfume to her wrists and behind
her ears. She smoothed the dress over her breasts and ass. She tugged
the hemline down so that is was at a respectable length and she felt
the smoothness of her legs under the cool nylon of her sheer tights.
Her modest heels lengthened her already long legs and showed off her
slender ankles. She posed and smiled, at the tall, attractive, bobbed,
brunette smiling back at her. "Hello Rebecca. Shall we go and see a
man about a job?"
Dan had never really been sure where he ended and Rebecca began. Was
she just him in a dress, was she more like a separate personality or a
character he played? He wasn't going to be able to puzzle that one out
today. He knew that Dan wouldn't be comfortable in the meeting he was
going to so he concentrated on being Rebecca, the character, the side
of himself that was more confident. He needed to imagine himself as
her and react as she would, as much as he could.
So she popped some money and phone in a handbag and, glad that the
weather was mild, looked out of the window to check that there was no-
one about on the street before quickly slipping out of the house,
locking the door and scuttling into the car. She drove away in a
hurry, not even putting on the seat belt, always more awkward over the
breast forms, until she was around the corner and out of sight of her
neighbours houses. Then she relaxed a bit, confident that to anyone
looking at her from another car or the pavement would see just another
woman driver, albeit a well made up and glamourous one.
The drive into the city centre took about 20 minutes and she found a
parking space in a nearby carpark easily enough. She checked her
makeup in the vanity mirror and had a last fiddle with her fringe. She
opened the car door and climbed carefully out. She'd never really got
the hang of a smooth exit, her heels making her feet awkward and her
dress riding up and she slid out. She took another moment to tug the
hemline down again and then closed the door. She locked the door and
slipped the bag over her arm and walked out onto the street.
The butterflies of excitement and fear were flapping in her tummy as
she stood there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of the wind on her
legs through the sheer nylon. She felt the gentle breeze move the
unfamiliar strands of her borrowed hair against her face and tasted the
lipstick on her full lips. The tension of the tight fabric of the
dress against her thighs and the cradling of her body in her corset.
Most of all she enjoyed the exhilarating sensation of being someone
else in the city in mid afternoon. She glanced at the plate glass
window opposite and was glad to see a woman looking back, unremarkable
other than her height and her good looks. This could work.
She turned and started walking towards the hotel. She concentrated on
keeping her steps short, leading with her hips and not her shoulders
and kept her eyes down to avoid making contact. Too late she saw that
there was a shop being refitted just ahead, with a small crowd of
workmen stood outside having a coffee break. They were a mixed age,
some not long out of school, some much older than she was. Crossing
the road would have drawn too much attention to her so she had no
choice but to keep going.
"Hello darling, looking good!"
"You should smile more love."
She heard the low volume catcalls and without thinking glance across at
them and gave a quick smile before carrying on. Her reward was a wolf
whistle and a voice telling his friends.
"Now that's what I call a woman. Imagine those legs wrapped around
you," before she was out of range. She breathed a big sigh of relief.
"Be confident Rebecca," she told herself.
Soon she was nearing the hotel. A few minutes late but that was a
woman's perogative she hoped. She had a last look at herself in the
mirror, took a deep breath, then smiled at the doorman and went in...
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