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A Change of Lifestyle
Part 13
By Sandy Paris
Continuing story about the changes in lifestyle that Chris was
experimenting with, helped and encouraged by his wife and their friend
Jess. More tattoos and a visit to a club.
Thank you for the reviews and the suggestions but I have written several
more parts and am happy with them. I hope that you enjoy them but I
wrote them for me and I hope that you too enjoy them and if not, sorry!
Chapter 35 - New tattoo
The following Friday we were lying in bed after great sex. I was fully
made up, had long false nails, wearing a wig, stockings, a corset that
was holding a pair of breast forms. Victoria was tracing her fingernail
around the butterfly tattoo on my pubic region when she suggested that I
should have another tattoo. "I think that it would be a nice addition,
it would celebrate your new found confidence and mark it with something
permanent. Let's face it you are never going to forget this period, you
have one tattoo, piercings, your hair has been removed what is a little
extra?"
I admit that I felt a stirring. "What did you have in mind?" I asked.
"Well we could add another butterfly or perhaps two, or..." She was
thinking and then continued, "Perhaps a lace garter belt on your thigh
or a tramp stamp on your lower back."
"I am not a tramp!" I huffed.
"No, you are not. I think another butterfly just here." She ran her
nail around the area above and to the left of the existing tattoo.
"Something similar, but different and perhaps a shade darker." I was
thinking about that when she added, "Eventually you could add others and
extend them either upfront or round the back. Over your hip and onto
your back would be best, with a vine linking them, maybe across the
lower back and up the spine and onto the right shoulder."
"Wow, I thought you said another one," I protested.
"You see, you have almost agreed to another one, but I said one or two.
I suspect that if I asked you, you would add two and over time probably
you would get hooked and add more. You are thinking, how would I cover
that, well it's far too late for that, so forget that idea."
"Okay, I admit that I have thought about another butterfly and would do
it. But you are suggesting more aren't you?"
"Yes, I'm pushing."
"How many?"
"That tells me that you are open to the idea, so I will ask you to get
two and will come up with the designs."
"Alright, two more and I would want them to go towards the hip."
"We can do it on Saturday."
Saturday found us at the tattoo parlour and the lady recognised us. "I
knew that you would be back." She turned to Victoria and said, "I
looked out some designs after you called me. What do you think of
these?"
Victoria had called her and discussed this? I realised that as we had
an appointment she must have called but why had she not told me? "What
have you discussed?" I pleaded.
"Now then, the last time we were here I asked you to trust me," I
interrupted.
"And I did and ended up with a bigger tattoo than I had planned."
"And you love it and here we are again. I have an idea about what I
would like, it involves butterflies and adding to the one that you have.
We spoke about this. Do you trust me again?"
I was defeated and I knew it and I was aroused at the thought of what my
lovely wife was going to do or have done to me. I nodded. The
tattooist looked at me and said, "Do you agree to me doing what your
wife wants me to do, even though you don't know what it is?"
"Will it be tasteful and discrete?"
"It will be very tasteful but once it's done it will be visible to
anyone who sees you without clothes," said Victoria.
"Okay, do whatever you think is best."
I realised when she had started to add a second tattoo (well it would be
my third now) because she was working on a new area. It was further
left toward my hip. She stopped and wiped away the two of them and
studied the new art work and they nodded to each other.
"Can I see?" I asked.
"We aren't finished yet, just relax," she said calmly.
"But you said two," I protested.
"No one said two, in fact no one specified a number. Now you agreed
didn't you?"
"Yes," I said defeated. They were adding another one actually on my
hip. This was going to be visible above my knickers. I hope that they
are going to stop I had four tattoos now.
They did stop and then they started again. "Just a little finishing
touch to link them," said Victoria.
I felt that a line or ribbon or something was being added from the pubic
area around the butterflies.
"All done. Now stand and have a look."
I slid my feet to the ground and stood in front of the mirror. Four
butterflies now ran towards my hip. The first was the largest and the
next two were only about half that size, the final one was in between.
A ribbon did link them together. "Do you like?" asked Victoria.
"It is a bit more than I was expecting, but they are beautiful."
The tattooist said, "It's a great design and could be added to. In fact
four is an even number so you should probably add another one at some
point." It was a throw away but Victoria looked at me and I knew what
she was about to ask. "If you think that would be best." Let's face it
no way was I going to hide this.
Half an hour later there was a fifth tattoo. It was the smallest and it
curled toward my back. This time the tattooist said. "That is enough
for now but you could continue that right up the back and stop at just
below the collar or go right across towards the shoulder. That would
need quite a few all together."
Victoria replied, "You are right and we will be back to finish this off
but only when she asks for it. Then she will no doubt have ideas about
other tattoos."
I doubted that I would ever ask for more but Victoria seemed certain and
that made me wonder. I guessed that she would probably be right. She
usually was.
The sex that weekend was as good as ever. I spent some time on the
floor in front of her chair. I kissed her ankle and then worked my way
up her legs, kissing and licking as I went. I worked my way under her
clothing and pulled them off and then kept kissing and licking all the
way up to her breasts. I spent a very long time nibbling and sucking
them and had Victoria screaming for me to bring her off. I kept up the
attention to her breasts but also slid a finger inside her and that did
the trick. When she had calmed down a little I started with fingers
inside her and kissed around about her lips and then her clit. She
screamed for more and after a few minutes screamed for me to stop so I
ignored her and kept going. I took her hand and led her to the bed.
She was wasted but spent a while tracing the designs of the tattoos. In
fact she spent a lot of time over the next week repeating that after
sex.
Chapter 36 - Club in boots
We both spent the next two weeks anticipating and preparing for our
visit to Manchester. We had booked a hotel room and Victoria had
arranged for Jess to wash and style my favourite wig, the long black
one.
We had considered what clothes we were going to take and had selected
far more outfits than we would need. We had also decided to go by train
rather try to park a car that we were not going to need. I was going to
be dressed in my guy's clothes on the way there and had not given any
thought to coming home. That was to be an oversight.
We had both taken a half day and set off to the railway station just
after lunchtime. We had packed the evening before and had two
suitcases. A lot of clothes, for a couple of days. The journey was
uneventful. We chatted and read newspapers. I got progressively more
nervous the closer we got to Manchester and Victoria must have felt it.
She touched my forearm and whispered, "It will be okay. I will take
care of you. I'm quite excited."
"I am terrified, but excited too." I was, this was out of my comfort
zone but I knew that I had to try and do this.
We took a taxi to the hotel and checked into a really nice large room.
"Okay lets shower and start to get ready." Victoria was organising us.
I had done my toenails the previous evening in a shade of pale pink that
I wore most of the time. It went with everything.
I had a new dress of course. Victoria had selected it. It was a
standard little black dress. It was just above knee length with a
slightly flared skirt. It had a square scalloped neck and close fitting
sleeves that ended half way between wrist and elbow. It was a really
good quality garment and looked every inch of its price tag. I wore it
over a black bra that held the firmly attached breast forms, a silk
camisole over that. I wore matching panties and my favourite 15 denier
gloss tights. I had decided upon a pair of black sandals with a 4 inch
heel and an ankle strap. There was not much to them but they looked
good.
I had added some long false nails also painted a pale pink and Victoria
helped with my make-up. It was definitely evening wear but not so
dramatic as to make a statement. In fact the whole outfit was smart but
quiet. Victoria had also treated me to a new wrist watch and black
clutch bag. I added a bracelet and necklace of my own. I used some
very long dangling earrings that had been around since the very early
days of dressing.
By the time that I was ready my nerves were racing and I had to wait
until Victoria was ready. She too had gone for an un-dramatic look. It
was a lovely navy blue dress with a flared skirt and matching heels.
She looked gorgeous as usual. I secretly hoped that she would be the
one to divert attention away from me.
We set off to the club which was 400 metres away. It was a cold evening
and the black jacket that I wore only came to the top of my hips. For
the first time my legs were exposed to outside cold air and the breeze
blew up my skirt. It did not help me shaking with nerves.
We reached the club and were shown to our table by a young lady who
appeared to be dressed as a schoolgirl. Oh well takes all sorts I
suppose and who was I to pass judgement. When I made a comment Victoria
laughed. "He dresses like that on these evenings. The rest of the time
he wears a normal waiters' outfit."
"That is a guy?" I was stunned. I looked around the club. The clothes
were more subdued than I had expected but as Victoria reminded me,
cross-dressers night was tomorrow. Tonight was just a normal night for
the club it's just that there tended to be more cross-dressers because
of the monthly event the following evening.
We had a lovely meal and watched the people dancing. It was a real
mixed bag of couples. Victoria wanted to dance and eventually I agreed
to keep the peace. I was a reasonable dancer, as a guy, as I had had
ballroom lessons. I naturally lead the first dance and then we switched
for the second. Neither of us did very well being in the opposite
roles. I don't think anyone paid any attention to us.
We moved to a large booth to free up the dining tables. There were two
women amongst the crowd in the booth and they were chatting with
Victoria. I could not hear all of the conversation because of the
music. But I did catch one piece: "Yes, Melissa is my partner, but we
are not gay." I noted that drew a puzzled look until she followed her
statement with, "She is my husband."
Oh hell, I was out what did she say that for?
The two women looked astonished and I heard one of them say, "There is
no way I would have thought that he was not a genetic girl." I sat
there stunned by what had just taken place.
Twenty minutes later the two ladies got up and said goodbye. Victoria
turned to me and said, "I'm sorry we were just chatting and it slipped
it. Better here than elsewhere but they were impressed."
I had another glass of wine. I decided that nothing else scary could
happen and that I was going to enjoy the evening. That is what I did.
I had a few more drinks and we danced. Two guys cut in between Victoria
and I and danced with us. It was not a slow number so there was no
physical contact. We did two numbers and I was surprised that I enjoyed
it. As we were leaving the dance floor, Mark, the man that I had danced
with whispered, "Thank you," and he escorted me back to our table with
his hand lightly in the small of my back. Victoria and her dance
partner, Rob, had just got there ahead of us and were chatting. We
exchanged names and Mark offered to buy us another drink and Victoria
accepted on our behalf and smiled at me. I was getting nervous again.
Rob and Victoria were chatting away and caught most of the conversation.
Mark and Rob were a couple and were 'out.' They liked the Village scene
and the club to which they were frequent visitors. They both loved to
dance, both modern and ballroom. The problem was that did not like
dancing with each other and they both liked to dance the male role with
women. The club gave them the chance to meet up with straight women and
lesbian couples. They had found that women also like to dance with guys
and the club presented them with a safe environment.
Mark asked if I was a dancer and I replied that I had danced years ago
but was very rusty. I hoped that would put him off although I doubted
that but thought that it would cover my inexperience in dancing
backwards.
It did not take long for them to invite us up to dance again and
Victoria accepted for both of us. I don't know how many dances we had
but I started to enjoy it. I was held very close in some of the dances
but I felt secure and was not worried about being found out. I think
that I was more concerned about not being able to dance. We both
switched dance partners a couple of times. By the time that we sat down
I was exhausted and my feet were hurting.
Victoria took pity on me and said that we had to leave. The guys asked
if we would be there the following evening. She turned and said, "Yes
we will be here, that is why we came to Manchester for tomorrow
evening's event." It drew a puzzled look from the two guys and she
followed up with. "If you are here I think you will be impressed with
his outfit."
I nearly fainted she had made a mistake and referred to me as a male.
Mark's mouth fell open "No way, don't tell me that you are a...." He
did not finish the sentence.
"Thank you for a lovely evening," said Victoria and kissed Rob on the
cheek.
I was standing next to Mark. I have no idea why I did it, but I leaned
towards him kissed his cheek and whispered, "Thank you, we may see you
tomorrow."
We had not gone far and my feet were hurting. Now I know what women
have to put up with. We had not said anything and then Victoria laughed
and blurted out, "You kissed him. I'm astonished. What did you
whisper?"
"I may tell you later in bed and then again I may not."
When we go back to the room we dropped our coats and fell onto the bed
kissing. I pulled off Victoria's tights and panties and kissed her for
a while. I stretched out beside her and she freed my penis which was
rock hard and gently caressed it.
"Thank you for that I was so excited about the evening. It was great,
far better than I had hoped and I cannot express how pleased I am for
you doing that and how impressed I was with you. I think that you
enjoyed it."
"I was dreading it but it was good. I enjoyed it. I actually enjoyed
the dancing with Rob and Mark. I wasn't very good because I have never
taken that role but I was different. When you made me get up I did not
think that I would like being held so I just decided to image that I was
a woman and that a woman would like to be held like that. It was okay.
Nothing sexual and I have no designs on anything gay but I enjoyed it.
They were good company. I saw you kiss Mark and saw the look on Rob's
face when you hinted that I was a male and I just copied you."
"I was shocked. What did you say?"
I said, "Thank you, we may see you tomorrow."
"Really? That is something."
"I did not mean anything by it. I liked the two of them, but I love
you. If they were there tomorrow it may make things easier with someone
that we know. They were nice. However, now they know I'm not your
lesbian girlfriend, maybe they won't want to speak to us."
With that we made love for quite a while.
We slept in late and ordered room service breakfast. We had sex again
before heading for the shower.
I was getting dressed when Victoria came out of the bathroom. I had
already put on my bra, panties and a pair of black opaque tights and was
sitting doing my eye-shadow. She said nothing as I did my mascara and
blusher. I went to our clothing selection in the hanging space and
selected my favourite black sweater dress. I slipped it on picked up
the knee length black leather boots and went back to the chair to put
them on and added some lipstick and the black wig. I went to make
coffee and turned to Victoria who had sat on the bed watching me.
"Want a coffee before we go?" I asked.
"We were going shopping and I hoped to persuade you to go as Melissa
but..." She was a bit lost for words.
"I know that we are going shopping. Don't you like this outfit? Is it
not appropriate? Should I change into something else? Do you want a
coffee?"
"Yes to the coffee and yes to the outfit. It's perfect. I am stunned i
thought that you would rebel and I would have to try and force you or
something."
"Well you don't. Come on get a move on or they will have sold out and I
need a new dress and maybe some new shoes." We both laughed.
We had a great time. I ended up with a new warmer coat, two new
handbags, a scarf, pile of underwear and hosiery, two new dresses and a
pair of shoes. The latter was the surprise, they were plain black
flats.
We sat having a bite to eat just after lunchtime and discussed our
purchases. Victoria had bought a few items herself so that she did not
feel left out. "I am puzzled by the black flats. You love the heels."
"I do love heels but tonight I think that I may need the flats to get to
the club and to get back to the hotel. They should be okay for driving
as well."
"That's a good idea for tonight." Then her mouth fell open when the
remarks about driving registered and I saw a smile develop.
We got back to the hotel without spending too much more.
We stripped and examined our purchases. It was great playing dress up
with Victoria. I slipped on the flat shoes and she said: "They are not
you but practical. You mentioned driving, was that a slip?"
"No it wasn't. I realised that walking to the club tonight might be an
issue but I also knew that at some point you were going to challenge me
again and that I would need to be able to drive."
Yes we had sex again and then some tea and sandwiches. Before long lazy
baths.
I slipped into the corset and Victoria tightened it twice. It gave me a
good figure but there was not going to be any great energy expended that
would require deep breaths. I pulled on tights and panties but this
time put them over the tights. I realised that the skirt might ride up
and thought that would be more decent. I put on the purple blouse and
the skater skirt and then tried the boots on to stretch my ankles for a
while before we set off.
Victoria also dressed in a very revealing dress. It was low cut and
high cut and very sheer. Her assets were not hidden in this outfit and
I admired her long shapely legs and heels as high as she had ever worn.
We did our make-up together. Both were fairly dramatic looks.
"Melissa I have a suggestion, would you slip off that skirt."
I was puzzled but did as I was asked.
"Now step into this one," It was black skirt but there was not much of
it and it was made of something very stretchy. She pulled it up and
tucked in my blouse. It was very close fitting, you could not see my
underwear lines but it was tight and very short. It came to about an
inch or two below the gusset of my panties. I checked the look in the
mirror. I was stunning and so very sexy, perhaps a bit slutty but it
excited me. "Wow, I love it," I exclaimed.
"So do I and I suspect so will everyone else."
I changed into the flats and we set off to the club. It was strange
walking without heels. I did not feel properly dressed. I changed in
the foyer and we left our jackets and the flats in the cloakroom.
We walked to the bar and I was about to sit on one of the stools when
Victoria jumped and whispered, "I want everyone to see how sexy you are
and how fantastic your legs are so you need to stand for a while. There
have been plenty of people who have noticed you."
I looked round the club and it was busy despite it only being 9pm.
There were lots of cross-dressers in evidence, some who looked like guys
and did not seem to have made an effort right through to some who had.
There were a few women who might have been but I don't know. There were
quite a few drag queens who looked incredible and a number same sex
couples dancing including a couple of very camp guys one of whom looked
like the cop from Village People. It was a great atmosphere. Soon
after we arrived I spotted a woman wearing ballet boots. Hers were red
and knee length and she wore a red latex body suit. I'm pretty sure
that she was genetic girl because very little could be hidden by the
skin tight outfit. She stopped near to us and simply said, "Nice shoes
girl," before moving on.
We had a few drinks and then went to sit at a table and watch the
cabaret. It consisted of a couple of drag acts who sang, lip synched
and told jokes. It was not professional but well done and a bit of fun.
Near the end of the act I saw Victoria wave and turned to see Mark and
Rob standing by the bar. When the act was finished the guys came across
to our table and asked if they could join us. We chatted about our day
and the acts but there was no mention of the end of the previous
evening. My gender was never raised. They were fun to be with and I
stopped worrying about being there dressed as I was.
When the band started Rob asked me to dance with him and I pointed to my
boots which he had not noticed until then. "Mark you need to see these
boots! Melissa please stand and do a twirl." I did so and drew some
looks and comments from the people nearby. I could not make out what
the comments were but they seemed positive and I lip read one lady say
something like: "No way could I ever wear those she must have practised
for years" I smiled to myself.
"I will try one number and then will need to sit." And I took Rob's
hand and we danced. It was a bit tricky but I managed. I was pleased
to sit down again.
A few numbers later they started some slow dances. Smooch dances. Mark
asked me to dance and I went with him. Because he was there to support
me it was a lot easier and I started to enjoy it. He was itching to ask
me a question so I took the lead. "You are trying to build up the
courage to ask something so get on with it."
"Last night Victoria referred to you as a he or at least I think that
she did. Rob and I both agreed that we must have misheard or
misunderstood. Seeing you in that outfit with those heels and legs I
know that we were wrong."
"It depends what you decided upon as to whether or not you are wrong.
I'll help you out. I am a guy who likes dressing, I'm not gay and I
have never kissed a man, other than a relative, before last night. I
had no intention of doing so but it seemed appropriate."
"I am astounded. You are beautiful and frankly far too feminine for me
to fancy so I suppose you will just have to be a friend who is a girl."
I smiled. We danced longer than I had intended and had to sit down.
Over the next couple of hours Victoria and I danced with both of the
guys several times. Victoria danced with another man who asked her up
and when she came back reported that she had been groped. From the way
that she smiled I suspect that she had enjoyed it and it had boosted her
ego a good deal.
It was getting late and Mark asked for a last dance and I agreed. He
was a good dancer, very courteous, had behaved properly and good
company. He held me close. I felt him against me and whispered, "I
thought that you were gay and that I was too feminine for you to fancy"
He looked shocked and slightly embarrassed and asked, "What do you
mean?"
"You have an erection, I can feel it against my leg."
"I'm so sorry I have no idea why."
"I suspect that I know why and it is quite flattering but don't expect
me to 'go outside' with you." I laughed and so did he.
Rob and Mark walked Victoria and I back to our hotel and with Marks
help, holding my hand, I managed in the boots. I was proud of that.
When we reached the door we said our goodbyes and thanked them for a
good evening. Victoria kissed Rob on the cheek and said, "Thank you."
Mark looked at me and said, "It's okay you don't need to copy her I
understand."
I looked at Victoria and Mark and said, "No I don't have to copy her,
but I have had a lovely two evenings with you both and am very grateful.
So thank you" and with that I touched his cheek and kissed him fully on
the lips. Not just brushing his cheeks but a proper kiss. With that I
turned and walked inside.
When got into the left Victoria said, "I am so proud of you this
evening. Thank you. I love you very much. I nearly came when you kissed
Mark, what got into you?"
"I don't know. I have become braver as the weekend has gone on. They
treated us very well, even as a male I can see that they are handsome
guys and you challenged me. It seemed appropriate. And we are never
likely to see them again."
"I didn't challenge you, but it was a turn on to see. Do you know where
they live?"
"No. I know that they work for a tech company."
"Yes they work for Weston and Smith the other side of Skelfield. They
live less than an hour's drive from us."
"Okay but you didn't give them your number did you?"
"Yes I gave them my number and said that I would let them know if we
planned on coming back to Manchester again. Don't panic I'm not trying
to fix you up with a date."
What next was my thought as the lift arrived at our floor?
It was late and we crawled into bed tired. I did bring Victoria off and
told her about Mark's erection and that turned her on.
We were up at a reasonable time and ordered room service continental
breakfast as we had to be on our way before 1 0am check out.
Victoria caught me dressing as he had the day before. "You do know that
we are going home by train and not in the car?"
"Yes, why?"
"Are you planning on going home as Melissa?"
"Yes. Any more questions?"
"Yes. What dress are you wearing?
"The red sweater dress that we bought yesterday. I thought it would be
okay with the boots."
"Not the ballet boots?" She laughed as she said that and I did not
respond to it.
As I was finishing getting dressed I looked over at Victoria. She was
quite beautiful and I was very lucky. As she fastened her bra over her
wonderful breasts I said, "Remember our deal?
"What deal?" She looked puzzled.
"If I wore the ballet boots for a weekend, which I did and now I have
worn them to a club, you said that you would get your nipples pierced."
She went very pale. "I did and I am scared that it will hurt."
"I will hold your hand. It will be fine."
Victoria had us in first class seats on the train and the privacy gave
us the chance to talk about the weekend. She told me that she was very
proud of me and the things that she had done and had had a great time.
She said that she had really enjoyed having time out with her best
girlfriend and some wanton sex as well. I knew that she was going to
expect me to go out more often and this weekend had proved that it might
not be as scary as I had feared.
I spent some time lost in thought. I would never have believed that I
would be doing what I had done and looking like I did a couple of years
ago and I don't think that Victoria would have either. I realised that
I was not going back now and that this would be something much more
frequent. Little did I know that in a few hours time the world was
about to start a significant change for us.
We got a taxi from the station and I never gave any thoughts to the
neighbours seeing me as I was dressed.
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