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Transitions II by Desiree Pleasence
Chapter 3 - Renewal
As I stepped out of the shower, my limbs and torso totally denuded and
smooth, I reached for a towel to dry off. Sitting on the closed commode
was a fresh pair of panties and a pair of heels that I had never seen
before. They were totally adorable! However much I wanted to revel in
and caress my now smooth body, I moved on. "Don't dawdle, honey. Put
on your first presents and get that sweet ass out here!" Sherri called
out from the bedroom.
That was kind of pointless, I was so eager to try on those heels that
the fluffy terrycloth towel was already put away and I was in the
process of sliding the panties up my smooth legs. Unlike the few pairs
I had acquired, these were virginal white mesh lace with only slightly
more substantial fabric for the crotch, buttocks and waist band. I could
have sat there and admired how they looked for hours, except for
Sherri's admonition and my eagerness to put on the heels, that is.
I picked up one of the shoes and admired it. A sexy narrow 4" heel,
almost thin enough to be considered a stiletto. A little bit wider,
which would make them more suitable for casual wear. But still slender
enough to be totally sexy, not clunky. Hmm, leather as soft as warm
butter in a fawn color. Open toed, with a cute basketweave front. The
back was supple leather with a strap and buckle. Both sides of the strap
branched into a "Y," which meant they support both the back and sides of
my ankle. Leather soles with a thin hard plastic toe plate and heel
cap. Well cushioned insoles. Imminently sexy, yet practical, daytime
shoes. Sherri stuck her head in the door and grinned. "Well, I see you
love your new heels, but get moving girl."
That snapped me out of my reverie. I slipped the beautiful heels on to
my feet and buckled the straps. I stepped out of the bathroom and
entered the bedroom. My hidden lifetime of prancing around in heels
paid off. I confidently strutted into the bedroom, leading with my
hips, my ass cheeks swaying provocatively.
I stopped in shock, seeing my meager cache of feminine accoutrements
dumped on the bed, the two suitcases that once contained them laying on
the floor. On top of the pile lay my Noogleberry breast pump system.
Sherri laughed and exclaimed "Methinks the lady really did want to be
discovered. It didn't take much effort to find your collection on the
top shelf in the garage." She dangled the Noogleberry with the tubing
over one finger. "At first, I thought you had a hormone thing going on,
the way your breasts have been swollen." A solitary tear rolled down my
cheek.
Spotting the tear, Sherri's smile was replaced with a look of tender
concern. "What's wrong, Barbie?"
"Oh, I don't know. Those things were once my most prized possessions.
Now, standing here in these lovely panties and heels, they look, well,
kind of meager and pitiful" I responded.
Sherri stood, approached me, placed her hands on my hips and looked into
my eyes as if she was exploring my soul. "Aw, Barbie. I'm sorry. I
suppose I should have treated your things more respectfully. I guess
that in my excitement and eagerness, I just didn't consider how you
might feel. But, if I may adjust the verse for the situation 'You were
a child. Now it's time to put away your childish things and become a
woman.' On that note, come with me over to the bed let me give you some
of your new womanly things." She kissed me lightly on the cheek, took
me by the hand and led me to the bed.
I sat on the bed, Sherri standing before me, and I noticed all a new box
on the bed. Sherri picked it up and handed it to me. "Happy birthday,
Barbie," Sherri said, sporting a cheek-to-cheek smile, the tender look
still in her eyes. I sniffled once, regained my composure and returned
her smile. She was right; I shouldn't dwell on the past.
Opening the box, I discovered the cutest little purse. Also supple
leather, but dyed a beautiful sky blue with a dainty, two strand
shoulder strap the same color. Gold toned clips held the straps
together every foot or so. My first purse. I had never actually dreamt
I would ever need a purse. The symbolism, the implication, sank in. I
would be venturing out into the world. The walls I had built around my
secret passion would soon tumble down like the walls of Jericho,
trumpets blaring. I held the purse in my outstretched arms, admiring
it. Another tear rolled down my cheek, but Sherri could tell by the
smile on my face that it was a tear of joy.
Sherri bent over and gave me a peck on the lips. "Open it up, Barbie,
there's more."
It took the slightest effort to pull the flap away from the body of the
purse. How convenient, a small magnet on the inner side of the flap had
secured it to a small gold toned plate on the side of the purse.
Flipping the flap back over the purse, I peered inside.
The inside was divided into two lengthwise sections by a leather
divider. On one side of the divider, there were two pouches. One was
shallow, running about three quarters of the width of the purse, and
featured a zipper to protect the contents. The other pouch was narrower
and extended to the bottom of the purse. It held a pack of Virginia
Slims 120s Menthol and a gold lighter. Definitely womanly things.
Also inside was a burgundy woman's billfold. I pulled it out and
unsnapped it. I unsnapped and unfolded the wallet. It already held
cash an ample supply of cash. I lifted a flap and was greeted with a
photograph of my beautiful wife. One of my favorite photos of her,
actually. One I took the morning after our first night spent together,
To me, the smile on her face and the joy in her eyes conveyed that she
felt that 'the search' was over because she had found who she wanted to
spend her life with. No 'morning after' awkwardness or regrets, just
pure, simple, carefree joy. My misty eyes looked up at Sherri, who
nodded. "Yes," she said, "that was a very special morning. The morning
after our first real date. Waking up, cuddled in your embrace, I knew.
Life as I had known it was over and I couldn't have cared less. All I
cared about was what was ahead. With you." Again, she leaned over and
gave me more than a peck on the lips. Standing up, she looked down at
the purse.
Taking the hint, I continued my exploration. With the billfold out of
the way, I spotted an adorable Barbie-themed key chain, with my car and
house key already attached. And my phone, now in a Barbie-themed case.
There was a small matching zippered wristlet, which I withdrew. Opening
the zipper, I spotted a lip pencil, a lipstick, Glassy Gloss, a lip
brush, a compact of blush and a small perfume atomizer. My own perfume!
I never wore perfume since the first time I tried it as a teenager. I
had found that you couldn't simply wash it off so, out of fear of
discovery, had never dared wear it again.
I removed the cap. As I had watched Sherri do thousands of times, I
sprayed a small amount on my left wrist. Still holding the atomizer, I
rubbed my wrists together. Raising my left wrist to my face, I inhaled.
It smelled divine.
"I hope you like it, Barbie. It's 'Ciara,' a favorite among young
ladies. I think because the sweetness symbolizes the innocence of
youth, combined with a sultry muskiness symbolizing the women they're
becoming. That's why I selected it for you, darling."
"No matter what the future holds, Sherri, this will always be my
favorite perfume. Not just because of the delightful scent but because
you gave it to me, my first perfume ever, the thought you put into
selecting it."
Sherri beamed beatifically and said "Open the other pouch, darling.
There's one more item for you in there. I opened the pouch and spied a
ring box. As I took it out, Sherri took it from my hands and kneeled
before me. She took my hand and removed my wedding band.
Sherri opened the ring box so that I could not see its contents. She
slipped a ring out and held it before me. An engagement ring. A
woman's engagement ring. "Barbie, I cannot imagine spending life
without you by my side, will you be my wife?"
At that, my stoicism failed and I wept openly, a smile of joy on my
face. Not only had Sherri accepted me, she was proposing to me! "Yes,
Sherri, my love," I blubbered. She smiled and slipped the ring onto my
finger.
Without pausing, she pulled another ring from the box. A gold woman's
wedding band. So much more delicate and feminine than my old wedding
band. She continued, saying, "With this ring, I take thee, Barbie, as my
wife. To hold and to cherish forever, through the end of days and
beyond, for eternity." She slipped the ring on my finger.
As she stood, she pulled me up with her. She cradled my face in her
palms and said "I love you, Mrs. Barbie D'Oliveira.
I cradled her chin in my palms and replied "And I love you, my wife,
Mrs. Sherri D'Oliveira.
And we kissed.
Chapter 4 - Getting Barbie's Goat
Sherri pulled back from our kiss and laughed. "You're in for one hell
of a wedding night, Barbie! Time's a wasting, let's hustle."
Rustling through the pile of my once-secret finery, Sherri handed me a
bra. I slipped my arms through the shoulder straps, brought the back
strap together behind my back and hooked the three clasps together in an
instant, without fumbling. Sherri grinned at me, one eyebrow arched.
She handed me the relatively inexpensive breast forms I had purchased
online. I slipped them into the cups of the bra and adjusted them.
Next, she tossed me my solitary skirt, a black cotton & spandex blend
with an elastic waistband. I sat on the bed, slipped it over my heels
and stood back up as I pulled it on.
Then she tossed me my black sleeveless blouse. I pulled it over my
head, then down over my torso, leaving it on the outside of my skirt.
She pulled my blonde pageboy wig from the pile, slipped it onto my head,
pulled the band down securely and combed it with her fingers a bit.
She picked up the cosmetics pouch. Then she opened the lip liner. Red,
like we had worn earlier. She took the liner from my hands and lined my
lips. She opened the lipstick and turned it until the tube of color
emerged. Pink, not red. I never wore pink. Not because I didn't love
pink but because the way it stained my lips, I never dared. The coated
my lips with the lipstick. She took the cap off of the lip brush,
pushed it onto the back so that the brush emerged. After squeezing a
small amount of Glassy Gloss onto the brush, she coated my lips and told
me to pucker my lips a few times. Finally, she took the blush out.
Opening the back, she withdrew a small brush. Opening the front, she
brushed it over the color before shading one cheek before repeating the
process for the other. "Sorry, honey, no foundation, contouring,
mascara or eye shadow for you right now. We just need to make you
presentable enough for the drive to 'A Cut Above.'"
"Hold on a sec." She stepped over to her bureau and returned with a
pair of large, oversized, distinctly feminine sunglasses. "Here, put
these on." I did.
She led me over to the bedroom door. "Et voila," she proclaimed as she
closed the door to reveal the full-length mirror.
"Holy crap," I exclaimed. "Not too shabby for a 5 minute prep job."
"I agree, Barbie. Sorry we didn't have more time for a proper job but
we're on a schedule. Besides, what's the point? No sense wasting a lot
of time when it's all coming off for your makeover. And you do need to
learn how to get ready quickly when time is short. No, not too bad at
all. I like the pink blush and lipstick. The reds you love so much
would be a bit garish for daytime, don't you think?"
I nodded in agreement, taking in my reflection. I looked, well,
ordinary. I had never gone for a toned down daytime look before. Other
than that I was wearing all black, I looked, well again, ordinary.
Ordinary, but nice. The sunglasses were a nice touch, I thought, as I
lowered my head a bit and used one hand to lower them a bit to peer over
them into the mirror. A distinctly provocative gesture, I thought, as
if I were checking someone out. Well, I was. Myself.
"Get your purse, Barbie, we've got to run if we want to be on time."
I returned to the bed, tossed everything back in the wristlet and purse,
stuck my left arm through the straps and pulled them over my head to
rest on the opposite shoulder. Instinctively, it seemed the right thing
to do, my subconscious instantly calculating that this would allow my
dominant right hand to reach over when I needed something from it.
I followed Sherri down the stairs to the foyer. She reached for the
door knob to pull open the front door. I placed one palm on the door to
hold it shut. "Sheri, stop. Shouldn't we make sure no one's around?
What if someone sees me?"
"Don't be silly girl. So what if they do? They're going to see you
sooner or later. Besides, they probably wouldn't recognize you anyway."
She brushed my hand away from the door and pulled it open for me to step
out onto the porch. I'm outside! In broad daylight! Oh fuck!
Sherri stepped out, closed the door behind her and locked it. I was
still frozen, like a deer in headlights. Sherri giggled and nudged my
ribcage with her elbow. "Better get going, Barbie, before someone sees
you, eh? I think you'd better let me drive."
Oh crap. Now I have to walk all the way around to the other side of the
car, to boot. Which I did. Thank God I've spent so much time in heels.
I was so nervous; I was surprised that I didn't fall down. But my
experience prevailed and my signature strut held up. I sashayed to the
other side of the car, my right arm dangling loosely, not waving it
around like a semaphore. My other arm was bent at the elbow, the hand
on MY purse, the thumb around the strap, the fingers dangling in a
feminine manner.
As I stood there, Sherri stood by the driver side door and fumbled
through her purse. Now she was pretending to search for her keys. She
pulled them out, looked over the car at me, grinned and winked. "Ta
da." She pressed the button to unlock the car. Instead, she mistakenly
(?) pressed the key to lock the car. The horn beeped loudly and I
flinched. "Relax, Barbie Doll, you look so fine," she said as she
pressed the button to unlock the car. Despite being stressed out, I had
the presence of mind to sit down and then lift my legs into the car
together, instead of stepping in like a man.
"Sherri, why are you being so cruel to me?"
"What do you mean, Barbie?"
"You know what I mean. Tell me that you weren't trying to make me
uncomfortable. Pretending that you couldn't find your keys. Arming the
car alarm to make the horn honk."
"Oh, loosen up, Barbie. Once you've hung out with girls long enough,
you'll know that we enjoy good-naturedly teasing each other. You're one
of us, now. It's just part of the initiation, girlfriend. Tell you
what, have a cigarette to relax. Give me one while you're at it, babe."
That did sound like a good idea. I flipped the flap of my purse open
and pulled out the pack. I removed the cellophane strip, flipped the
cardboard lid back and pulled off the gold toned paper to reveal the
cigarettes. The scent of soothing menthol tickled my nostrils. After
throwing the cellophane and paper in the little trash bin, I pulled a
cigarette out, handed it to Sherri and pulled one out for myself.
Sherri pushed the car's cigarette lighter in and sat there waiting for
it to pop out. I, on the other hand, pulled the gold lighter out of my
purse and immediately drew the flame to the tip of the cigarette. I
rolled the window down an inch or so and exhaled a stream of smoke out
the window.
The car's lighter popped out. Sherri placed the cigarette between her
lips and proceeded to light her cigarette. In the process, she used her
left hand to press the buttons to roll both of our windows all the way
down. Evil bitch. Putting the windows down was perfectly logical but
the simple action took on added significance, given the situation. She
knows damned well how uncomfortable I am and she seems intent on making
matters worse. I turned toward her and peered at her over my
sunglasses.
"What?" she asked.
I decided I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction by overreacting.
I inhaled another lungful of smoke, said "Nothing," turned my head and
blew a plume of smoke out the window.
"I didn't think so," she replied as she threw the transmission into
reverse and started backing out of the driveway. She paused when he hit
the driveway apron to look both ways for traffic. Being a bit of a
backseat driver, I instinctively did the same, while drawing on my
cigarette again.
Oh crap, Tom, our neighbor across the street, is standing right out at
the curb, putting the trash bin out. Sherri rolled forward and stopped.
"Hi Tom," she greeted him.
I exhaled a thin stream of smoke and followed suit. In my best whispery
Marilyn Monroe voice, I echoed Sherri's greeting.
Tom looked even more nervous than I was. "Good morning, girls. We
still on for this afternoon?"
"You betya, honey, looking forward to it. Hey, we'd love to stay and
chat but we're running a bit late. Catch up later?"
"Definitely. Yes, most definitely. See you then," Tom responded.
"Great. Gotta run now," Sherri exclaimed and blew Tom an air kiss.
I followed her lead and did the same as Sherri honked the horn and sped
off. The dumbfounded look on Tom's face was priceless. I giggled and
relaxed. The first mental hurdle was behind me. Someone else had
actually glimpsed me, Barbie, and hadn't run away in terror or insulted
me.
I took another drag on my cigarette and felt the tension disappear from
my body.
I relaxed and daydreamed in wonder. I was out. In public. With my
wife. Two babes driving down the street. Hot. I can't believe it.
This is great! My drifting mind was snapped back to attention by the
sound of a ringing phone coming over the car's sound system. I looked
at the display, which simply read "Elaine cell." Oh oh, Tom's wife is
calling. This could be trouble.
Sherri pressed the "Talk" icon and exclaimed, "Hey, Elaine, what's up?"
"What's up? You tell me. You okay?"
"Of course. Why?"
"Why? I heard screaming earlier. The other neighbors heard it, too.
Hell, I think they heard it all the way up in Pompano Beach, honey," she
said before laughing.
Sherri laughed and said, "Oh, THAT. Yes. I'm definitely okay. I'm
more than okay, actually."
"I bet you are, honey. That sounded like quite the orgasm. It sounded
like Barbie rocked your world. I thought our house was going to start
shaking. You should have seen the look on Tom's face. I think he felt
a bit inadequate hearing the orgasm Barbie gave you."
Barbie gave her!? She knew my femme name? What?
"As well he should," Sherri replied. "No one's hotter than my Barbie
Doll. Oh, the things she does to me are unbelievable. She's quite the
sexpot."
Elaine's disembodied voice filled the car again. "Tom was so curious;
he delayed taking the trash out until you were leaving. He came back in
sporting a massive erection. I think I'm gonna have to keep an eye on
that Barbie girl, make sure she doesn't steal my man." Elaine giggled
before going on.
"Tell me, Sherri, when you were a little girl, did you let your friends
play with your dolls?"
"Of course I did, Elaine."
"And now?
"Now what, Elaine?"
"Don't be obtuse, Sherri. Now that you're all grown up, do you still
let your friends play with your dolls?"
"But, of course, I do, Elaine. That is if my dolls WANT to play. They
have minds of their own, you know."
"Well, that's great to hear. I could stand to have a mind-blowing
orgasm like you had this morning. You hear that, girls? Sherri shares
her toys!"
At that, a chorus of feminine cheers erupted from the speakers. This
was a conference call!"
"Hi Barbie. It's Elaine."
"Hi Barbie, Shelby here."
"I'm here, too, Barbie. It's Britany. Can't wait to meet you, honey."
Still stunned, all I could get out was, "Back at you, girls."
Sherri jumped back into the conversation. "Oh, girls, you should see
the look on Barbie's face. Her mouth is hanging open in shock, but let
me tell you, she's having an unladylike reaction below the waist. I
hope she doesn't stain her skirt with precum. I bet she's imagining
giving you those mind blowing orgasms you want. But, hey, we're running
a bit late for our appointments. See you all later, okay."
"Oh, okay" Elaine responded with a dejected tone of voice. "But, before
I let you go, let me tell you one more thing. You're an evil bitch!"
She followed her accusation with a laugh.
"Me? What did I do? I'm sugar and spice and everything nice, you know
that."
"Yeah, right. We all saw you making Barbie stand in the driveway while
you pretended to search for your keys and honked the horn. Evil, I tell
you, pure evil, you bitch."
Well, at least Elaine was standing up for me. She really is a
sweetheart.
Sherri rebutted. "Don't go trying to get me in trouble, bitches.
You're as guilty as I am. You very well know we planned that together,
so don't pretend otherwise just to get in Barbie's good graces - or
panties." A chorus of laughter filled the car.
My jaw dropped open even further. They were all in on that little show.
I'll get 'em. One way or another, I'll get 'em, I thought to myself.
"Bye bitches," Sherri as she reached for the console. Before she could
press "End," a chorus of mingled voices filled the car.
"Bye, Barbie. Can't wait to meet you, Barbie. Welcome to our world,
Barbie." The chorus ended when Sherri pressed the console screen.
Sherri turned to me. "Oh, Barbie. You should see the look on your
face! Maybe you'd better have another cigarette. I guess you didn't
believe me when I said women have secrets, too. Must have been quite
eye-opener for you, hearing us talk like that. You're gonna love it,
girl. Men seem to think that they have a monopoly on bawdy talk.
They're so clueless, the hunky dunces. When women talk, they really
talk. We share how we feel. We share all the details about our love
making. It's like we're competing to show who's the naughtiest,
luckiest girl. Hmm, we share our fantasies, too. On that topic, let me
tell you: "The girls are REALLY looking forward to meeting you.
They've certainly enjoyed the web cam sessions."
She was right. I tried to distract myself and collect my wits by
lighting another cigarette.
What!? Sherri's girlfriends, every one of them a neighbor, they've seen
my cam sessions? How bad could it be? They seemed so friendly on the
phone. But I imagined the worst. It wasn't difficult. Pretty much
every one of my sessions was the same. Me, heavily made up like a slut.
Me, sitting on and riding my dildo, feeling it thrust in my ass as I
bounced up and down. Me, alternating between smoking my 120s and
sliding an 8" dildo down my throat. All the practice had paid off, I
could take that monster down my throat without gagging. Me, stroking my
cock until I ejaculate. Me, eating up all of my cum while talking about
how I wanted it straight from the source, to feel real cocks filling my
mouth and ass with sperm. If they've seen my cam sessions, that's
pretty much what they've seen. Yet they seemed so friendly and
unperturbed on the phone. Interesting. Definitely very interesting.
What all have I been missing all this time?
"You told them."
"Yep."
"What did you tell them?"
"Everything. That I discovered you've desired to live as a woman all
your life and that I'm going to make it happen."
"Who else have you told?"
My mind relaxed when she started with, "Oh, just." My relief was short-
lived.
"Just everyone."
I was horrified. "Everyone? Such as?"
"Oh, I just told all our friends. Then I told all our colleagues. Then
I told our parents. So, not everyone, not really. I'm going to leave it
to you to tell our clients. So relax, everyone knows what's happening
today, so don't stress out about having to tell them."
I remained silent, in shock. She really did tell everyone. Our
friends? Our colleagues? Our parents? Oh my God, how dare she? What
if I hadn't agreed to pursue this? Everyone would have known my secret
desires - and that I didn't have the courage to pursue them. My life,
such that it was, would have been ruined. Why the hell am I upset? I
am pursuing my desires. As I contemplated this, I realized that she was
right. It was kind of a relief that I didn't have to go through the
anxiety of telling everyone myself one by one.
"What was all that about seeing each other and catching up later,
Sherri?"
"Oh, sorry, forgot to tell you. I took the liberty of inviting them
over for a little potluck cookout this evening. I hope you don't mind."
Instead of worrying, my mind contemplates the possibilities. As I
smoke, my imagination runs amok. Are my wild fantasies really going to
come true? Sherri said that they were. The groundwork is laid. She
shared my secret fantasies with the girls. They were totally out in the
open, at least with the girls. What about the guys? And the girls
seemed so, well, nonchalant on the phone. They weren't freaked out
knowing that I wanted cock and cum, taking on multiple partners at the
same time? Holy cow!
As we pulled up to 'A Cut Above,' my mind was already there, imagining
greedily slurping on one cock as it fed me, my hand stroking another
while yet another one thrust in and out of my ass. Not imagining it
like a figment of my imagination during my furtive web cam sessions.
I'm imagining it as in planning it, planning how to make it happen.
Imagining Elaine's, Shelby's and Britany's husbands taking me. Or, to
be more accurate, me taking them. Do the girls share THEIR toys? I'm
going to find out. I'm looking forward to it! With excitement, not
trepidation. Oh, yes, I'll get back at them for their little practical
joke this morning.
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