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CHAPTER 6 - What to wear, decisions, decisions
Ellen knew what she had to do and she was sure that George was going to
hate it. After the weeks of total immersion brainwashing George with
the concept of blending in as a woman, now she had to change directions
and let the world know there were two hot babes living in room 167.
This worked out best for Ellen as she was going stir crazy and needed to
get out. It was going to be tricky to convince Heather that it was to
his benefit to stop hiding his light under a bushel and instead flaunt
his femininity. This will take every trick she had in her basket of
feminine wiles.
She stopped in the gift shop and bought two ladies bathing suits and
carried them back to the room. Upon entering, the first thing Ellen did
was create a makeup station in their room, in front of a large mirror.
Then she drew back the drapes flooding the room in bright sunlight.
While Heather watched in bewilderment. Ellen just told him to stay out
of her way. Despite the fact people could see into their room by
opening the drapes, it provided lots of good natural light for what
Ellen wanted.
Ellen dragged her roommate over to the makeup station. She sat Heather
down on the chair to have a talk. He was nervous and knew from her body
language he wasn't going to like what she had to say. Ellen started by
relaying her concerns about what she had heard from the hotel staff.
Having laid the groundwork, she played her hand like a professional card
shark. Saying if they didn't do something the staff might go to the
police. When he asked what she had in mind, her initial suggestion was
that they be viewed by dozens of people getting some sun by the pool.
They could order drinks so the staff would be involved in a closeup
interaction. She pointed out the pool was the focal point of activity
for hotel guests; thus, they would surely be seen. George turned pale
and about had apoplexy as he sputtered like an outboard motor making it
clear he was not up to that. Ellen was prepared and suggested an
alternative plan. They could go out on the nearly empty beach and sun
themselves for an afternoon. That suggestion was also met with a
definite 'no'. She was just happy that Heather had not yelled it at
her.
Ellen had come prepared for an argument and did not play entirely fair
with her husband. She played her trump card and implied that, if he
didn't agree to her plan, she was sure the staff would report that there
was something strange going on at the motel to the police. If he was
discovered and arrested, she would be charged as being an accomplice in
his escape. Ellen shed a crocodile tear saying, "He had shown he had
what it took to get by in jail. She didn't have that stern a makeup and
wouldn't survive prison. The last thing she wanted was their baby being
born behind bars."
That had brought her an initial victory as George made it clear he was
willing to go back to jail if necessary, but would do anything to keep
his wife safe. If that meant embarrassing himself, so be it.
Reluctantly, George gave in with the one stipulation; he did not want
the suit to be outrageous.
Everything was going along smoothly until she held up the first of the
swimsuits, she had purchased at the hotel gift shop. It was a cute, if
skimpy, bikini that would certainly be flattering to any woman who had
the nerve to wear it.
She held up a cobalt blue string bikini. It was actually just three
small triangular pieces of nylon connected by elastic shards of cord.
If the three bits of cloth were sown together it wouldn't make a decent
sized handkerchief.
George sat and starred in disbelieve. "But it's so small!" he
whimpered.
Ellen smiled, "Of course. It's designed to give your boobs and buns
plenty of sun time. After all that is one of the reasons women wear
bikinis, you know the other but let's not go there."
George snorted, "You've got to be kidding! You know that I can't wear a
bikini. Even if little George was not noticeable, I can't have tan
lines showing that I spent time in the sun in a bikini."
Ellen had to suppress a grin at that particular argument.
"Don't be a party pooper. Tan lines are the least of our worries.
Heather needs to be seen. This will certainly ensure she is seen. I
bet it will be rememberable enough no one will forget the experience. I
know you aren't happy with the bikini, but this is a resort gift shop
not a mall. My choices were rather limited."
George shook his head as if he could not believe that Ellen would even
suggest something like that.
He tried to show a backbone and pronounced, "That thing is just not
practical."
Pointing to his crotch, "Even if we solve this little problem what I
have on my chest will look ridiculous in a bikini top. You keep
forgetting I don't have any boobs, just tiny lumps."
Ellen smiled, "Dear, women with gigantic hooters look foolish or trashy
in something like this. They aren't designed to support anything
substantial. Dear, your female bosom is quite attractive. Don't be
ashamed of them. Girls with figures like yours are what the string
bikini was designed for. We'll just draw them taut over your limited
assets. Trust me, you will look like a real beach bunny."
George was still skeptical, "You can say whatever you want, but there is
no way I am wearing that in public. Your boob argument aside, there is
no way I could get away with wearing the bikini bottom. It would put
everything on display and it would be obvious that Heather is not of the
female persuasion."
Poor naive George puffed up thinking he had won one for a change.
Ellen ignored George's argument for the moment and tried to get back to
the main point by saying, "Honey, think of the big picture. There is no
way anyone would associate your mug shot with a woman wearing a string
bikini. If they see Heather strutting her stuff, they will not be
thinking about George's pictures. They will be drooling over the hot
girl with the cute figure."
George responded indignantly, "The last thing I want is someone ogling
me, I thought our objective from the first was to blend in. Not stand
out."
"George," Ellen pleaded. "If Heather is not seen outside even a little
bit, the staff is going to wonder about her. If they start thinking
about her too much, they may begin to connect her appearance with the
pictures the police were showing around. The best thing to do is to
hide in plain sight."
"I understand that logic, but that outfit puts a little too much of me
in sight."
Ellen paused as if in thought and gave him a satisfied smile as she held
up the string bikini, "I guess you are right that this is a bit too
risqu??"
George began to swell with pride thinking he had won the debate. Then
he thought something was fishy, Ellen never gave up a dispute that
easily.
Not giving him time to think, Ellen smugly declared, "If you reject this
suit, then I will wear it. So, it's your choice. What's it to be; you
or me?"
It took his breath away; the string bikini was merely three tiny
triangles. He wouldn't be caught dead wearing it but, on the other
hand, his wife wearing it would attract all sorts of attention. He
wasn't ready to share her body with the world.
He frowned as he said, "On you, it would drive any man wild. I would be
jealous as hell watching guys eyeballing you in that."
An infectious grin stayed on her face as she retorted, "So what is it
honey, you or me?"
The bottom had just dropped out of his world, "Come on Ellen I can't
make a choice like that."
They both knew that it was more a matter that George did not want to
make that decision.
George stood his ground. "I just can't wear that! Isn't there another
more conservative option?"
"Well maybe you are right. I guess I will have to wear it." Ellen's
tone was purposely pitched to sound resigned to her fate. The truth was
that she would be quite happy wearing it, even though her breasts would
stand out much more under those tiny triangles which would almost cover
her areolas.
The look on George's face conveyed what he thought about someone lusting
after Heather's ass and chest. He was lost for words.
Ellen gave an elaborate shrug. She really wanted to see Heather in the
string bikini, but she knew that she could not force the issue, it was a
decision he would have to make on his own.
"So, who is it to be you or me? Fish or cut bait. We are burning sun."
He couldn't bring himself to say it so he pointed at Ellen. "Now that's
settled, we still need to decide what to do about you. You can't go out
there in just swim trunks." Ellen stated. "You're too top heavy for
that right now."
"I know," George snapped. "I can't wear just trunks like a guy my boobs
may be small but they are still noticeable. Yet I can't wear a bikini
because of my boy parts." George thought that the matter was closed and
that he was safe.
"I do have a solution though," Ellen gleefully replied, "This will let
you go out and not look out of place."
"Okay, that sounds good," George stated. Ellen kept the smile off her
face as she held up a one-piece swimsuit from the bag on the bed. It
was a vivid paisley print suit in a backless woman's one-piece body
shaping style, with a low-cut plunging neckline. Ellen apologized
saying, "It was the only one piece in the shop. Here try it on, let's
see if it fits." He was hardly happy with the paisley pattern, but the
one-piece style would do a lot to preserve George's modesty.
She could see that George regarded this swimsuit with as much abhorrence
as the bikini and that he was preparing to decline this option as well.
She spoke up to override his expected rejection. "It's this or you go
topless. You only have to go out for a little while Heather just long
enough to be seen by the resort staff," she said in a reassuring manner.
She really wanted to see him in a bikini, because just the thought of it
got her newly discovered lesbian juices flowing. "I guarantee that you
will not look out of place in it. We will just tell anyone who asks
that you are embarrassed to show too much skin but that you wanted to
enjoy some of the Mexican sun."
George really did not want to be seen in public as a girl or woman any
more than he had to, but Ellen's report that the police were starting to
look in this area as well as in the north near the border meant that
they could be in danger of discovery. Ellen handed him the suit and
taunted, "Stop stalling and Heather up. Try this on." Grudgingly, he
took the suit from Ellen and went into the bathroom and closed the door.
Behind the closed door, George grabbed the suit and pulled it up and
tucked his little friend between his legs hoping that the suit would
hold him there. He put his arms through the top straps. It was
immediately apparent this wasn't going to work. It was blatantly
obvious it wasn't suitable because it was several sizes too large for
his emaciated body. It was clearly intended for a full-figured tourist.
Heather didn't have enough on top to make a realistic impression. It
was too baggy around the middle. More importantly it wasn't tight
enough in the crotch to hold his male parts back.
As he exited the bathroom, he felt mortified. Ellen couldn't help but
laugh. "Oh, dear me that will never work. Come over here and let me
check the size."
Examining the size tag, she admitted, "No wonder it doesn't fit it's a
size 14 and you are probably a 10 at most, more likely an 8. I didn't
look at the label, I was hoping since it was elastic it would fit. You
stay here while I go exchange it for something more suitable."
On the way to the gift shop Ellen had to think fast. First off, she was
delighted to be the one wearing the bikini. It was the sexist beachwear
she had ever seen. She was sure it would be outlawed in the states.
She said to herself, 'The top triangles will almost cover her nipples,
it will drive George nuts. Wearing that, I will be sexier than if I was
nude. I knew the only way George would ever let me wear this was by
offering it first to him. I love it when a plan comes together.'
Ellen browsed through the selections in the gift shop. Eventually she
found something that would work and it had her doing mental cartwheels
of joy.
The suit was a black mesh high neck bikini top. She had already decided
Heather was going to need to wear his breast forms and this would
successfully hide the edges on the forms and was substantial enough to
hold his fax breasts in place. It also came with an elastic low-rise
bottom that promised to lift and separate the wearer's buns. It was
tight enough to hold his masculine bulge in place. Together, the two
pieces would accentuate Heather's best features; leaving her slim waist
fully exposed while drawing attention to her tight buns and long legs.
Always a creative person, at the checkout counter, she noticed some
impulse items that would complete Heather's transformation, a bottle of
super glue and a tube of trail mix.
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She paid for her purchases and skipped back to their room to show
Heather what he would be wearing to the beach that afternoon.
Once in the room she cut both ends of the plastic tube holding the trail
mix and emptied the contents into a bowl. It took some persuasion and a
little arm twisting but she finally got George to lie back on the bed
and spread his legs. She slid the empty plastic granola bag over his
penis. Pushing his balls up into their cavities, she then pulled his
penis back toward the rear. The super glue fastened the bag to the
under sides of his ass cheeks and she used the skin of his empty ball
sack to form realistic labia lips. She was gratified to see he had what
appeared to be a very believable Venus mound complete with realistic
looking pussy lips. She smiled to herself, as there were no dangly bits
to spoil the look. He will be using his man thing only to go wee-wee
until he is released.
George was speechless. He couldn't believe the things he let Ellen do
to him. This was a low as it could go. He hoped. Now he even looked
like a girl between my legs! He had what appeared to be a slit where a
penis belongs!
Ellen closely examined her handiwork. Granted, it couldn't hold up to a
close examination, but without physically probing his crotch, no one
could tell otherwise. It visually looked authentic exactly like a
female sexual organ, externally at least. She imagined a man probing
Heathers crotch. If the hand just skimmed the surface Heathers secret
would be safe.
George pondered, 'How am I gonna pee?'
After a bit of exploring, he sighed in relief as he had initially
thought that she had "sealed him up". He could feel that enough of the
slit was open near the bottom to piss out of. He could feel the head of
his penis nestled just inside. While he was concerned about this Ellen
retrieved the realistic breast forms from her suit case and was about to
glue them firmly on his chest. Needless to say, George objected
stridently. Ellen held him on the bed and explained something he hadn't
thought about. "The staff had seen a well-developed Heather at check
in. Having her show up with teeny tits would only open Pandora's Box of
questions. This is the only way to keep your cover."
Before he had a chance to complain further. She glued them in place.
Once the glue had set, he got a better look at the latex prosthetics
glued onto him, it was amazing how lifelike they actually looked. He
was certain that when they were stuffed in a bra they would act like the
real thing. Now glued to his chest they looked totally realistic. The
latex was skin colored and unless you looked closely you couldn't tell
where his skin ended and the latex started. Reaching up he held them,
they sure felt like the real thing that scared him even more. She had
him stand and walk to ensure the glue would hold. When he walked the
breast, forms seemed to have a mind of their own as they bobbed and
swayed wildly with each step. Which George found to be wildly
disturbing. If he was a man watching Heather walk, he would be excited.
George stood with his heart beating furiously. He put up a fuss at the
concept that he was going out in public with what were in his eyes
attributes that their primary purpose was to attract male attention.
"Get used to them ducky, for the foreseeable future you've got tits.
They won't be coming off any time soon. They are waterproof and one
with your skin. Externally, it would take a doctor to realize that you
aren't a genetic female."
George collapsed onto the bed and began to sob uncontrollably. Ellen
didn't anticipate his emotional melt down, she waited to see what he was
going to do. His sobs and sniffling punctuate the silence between them.
He finally composed himself enough to ask, "How long will I be stuck
with these abominations?"
Ellen calmed his objections by explaining, "First off they are not
abominations, they make you look authentic. Get accustomed to them as
they aren't going anywhere soon."
Ellen calmed his objections somewhat by explaining, "Without a solvent,
from what I have read they should last until you shed a layer of skin.
It will be between ten to twelve days!"
She was disappointed when he bashfully went into the bathroom to change
in private. Ellen would have preferred to have George change in the
room with her watching him strip down and pull on the suit. It was an
erotic image in her mind. She realized that the best sex organ in the
body was the mind. Wisely, she knew that pushing him too far would
probably keep her from getting him into the suit and on to the beach.
George remained in the bathroom for over half an hour, but he replied
that he was fine when Ellen asked if he needed any help. While he was
in there, Ellen quickly got herself ready. Her bikini fitted like a
dream. She admired herself in the mirror, telling herself that she
could probably give those SI swimsuit models a run for their money.
After a touch of makeup, she put her hair into the ever present
scrunchie. She sat and impatiently waited for Heather's emergence,
occasionally encouraging him to hurry up.
Heather finally stuck just his head out of the bathroom, afraid to make
his grand appearance. He saw his wife in that incredibly sexy bikini.
He took one look at his wife in her suit and he was in lust. To say she
looked radiant would be an understatement.
"Sweetheart, I haven't seen you looking this good since our wedding
day."
Ellen smiled at him. "I know. My Navy Seal, Derrick has been working
me out endlessly. He's a hard task master. Some days, after our
aerobics, I have trouble making it to the shower."
Heather's eyes narrowed. "You seem to be spending a lot of time with
Derrick"
Ellen nodded. "Now that you mention it, I do see a lot of him. Aside
from our daily rendezvous at the gym. He stops by the office a couple
times a week and takes us out to lunch."
"That sounds a lot like a date."
"Don't be silly, we're just workout partners. He has taken me out for a
drink a couple of times but it was nothing more than two friends having
a social drink together. We eat together because as he puts it, he has
become my consigliere. As such, he wants me to watch what I eat and
drink."
"Is it just the two of you?"
"Not always, depending on our workload, Nancy tags along. Now if the
inquisition is over, get your ass out here."
He opened the door all the way and stepped out of the bathroom. He
stood there in the tiny bathing suit feeling totally exposed and
humiliated. He couldn't even look Ellen in the eyes. His vision
dropped to the floor. He humbly stared down, and was shocked that his
view to his feet was block by the twin mounds on his chest that were
pushed out obscenely by his bikini top.
Ellen wasn't prepared for what she saw standing there, "Holy shit!" she
exclaimed.
Her voice startled him. Ellen clapped her hands and gave a wolf whistle
which brought George up short.
"Honey, you look simply fabulous." George allowed himself a derisive
snort. Which Ellen diplomatically ignored as she ordered, "Turn around
and let me see how your look from the rear."
George felt like he was a wounded gazelle about to be devoured by a
hungry lion. With his back to Ellen, she tightened the straps on his
top, they were so snug his fax nipples tented out the mesh top. Then
she hiked up his shorts. George found himself in a tiny thong with a
triangle of material of nylon that barely covered his genitals. To make
it worse, a thin cord was drawn up between the plump globes of his ass
and rubbed disturbingly on his back door.
Ellen knelt on the floor to get a better perspective of his genitals.
George looked down at her and joked, "If Mr. Happy gets any smaller,
we'll have to start calling it Ms. Happy."
Ellen was relieved he still had a sense of humor. Leaning back a few
inches she was rewarded by a view of what appeared to be a very
believable mons Venus. There was nothing androgynous about his look
now, he was all girl. She told him, "Dear you look incredible, a total
man magnet."
"I don't care what I look like. My sexual orientation will never
change."
Ellen laughed, "That's good to hear I can trust you in a men's room, but
I will insist on escorting you every time you visit the girl's room."
Heather quipped back, "Isn't that why woman always go in pairs."
He did not know it, but tonight Heather, not George, was going to be
ravaged something fierce, by Ellen.
Trying to convey confidence Ellen smiled at her husband and said,
"Ducky, I know you are worried. But in my opinion, this is needed to
protect us from detection. Just trust me on this one."
He took a seat on the bed to wait and subconsciously crossed his legs at
the knees. He found that funnily enough, now that his 'bits' were
safely tucked away, it wasn't so uncomfortable for him to sit in this
female fashion.
Satisfied with the way his suit fit, she went to work on his face. She
plucked and trimmed his eyebrows some more to arch them. Then she added
a touch of eyeshadow and mascara and a coating of lipstick which was
enough for a day at the beach. She started to put his wig on but
realized it was too hot for that. She parted his longish hair in the
middle and gave him a pretty set of bangs. She wished she had a curling
iron, but alas that wasn't to be at the moment.
She left him standing in front of the mirror while she gathered the
things they would need for the beach. He just stood waiting, his
emotions all addled. Unsure of where this was all going to lead.
Satisfied, Ellen realized they were two beach bunnies, she was a 10.
While sadly, her husband's total package was only a '5' at best.
Ellen clapped; she was so excited. "Well ready or not it is time for
your big reveal!"
Grabbing two towels, she pushed him out the door toward the white sand
beach. George grabbed Ellen's arm as a lifeline. Twenty yards from the
surf she spread the towels out and they lay side by side enjoying the
sunshine.
Twenty minutes into their tanning session, Ellen had to remind Heather
to occasionally rotate sides so he didn't get sunburn. He found lying
on his stomach was uncomfortable, so he spent the majority of his time
on his back or his side.
After about an hour, two boisterous American men came out carrying a
cooler of what was obviously beer. They put their stuff down within
yards of Ellen. The first thing they did was introduce themselves as
Bill and Mike. Then Bill, the apparent ring leader, offered Ellen and
Heather one of their beers. Heather turned her head away while Ellen
answered for both of them and politely said, "No thank you."
The fellows obviously had been drinking and wouldn't take no for an
answer, "Come on babe, don't give me any attitude. I'm just trying to
be friendly. There are two of us good looking guys and two pieces of
tail. It seems we have the makings for a real party. We'll show you
girls a good time if you give us a chance."
Ellen answered with a glare and turned away from him.
The two jerks took the hint and sat down 10 feet away and attacked their
stockpile of beer with gusto. After they finished their bottles, they
picked up a frisbee and tossed it around. They were loud and annoying
but kept to themselves. At least until the disk was thrown toward a
sleeping Heather.
Mike came flying over trying to make the catch. He slid next to
Heather, showering her in sand and missing the frisbee that hit Heather
a glancing blow in the forehead. He staggered to his feet, and stood
over a startled Heather. He grinned insanely and said, "Sorry about
that tootsie, no harm no foul. Let me clean you up."
Then with a mischievous smile he bent over and with his hand lightly
rubbed it back and forth on her breasts, abstemiously to brush the sand
off Heather's chest. Heather did not react immediately at first because
he failed to feel the invaders molesting his silicon chest. When he
noticed what was going on, he was reluctant to say anything so he merely
slapped his hand away.
Ellen yelled, "Get your hands off her!"
"What's your problem lady? I didn't hear her complain."
"Just get away from us!" ordered Ellen
"You two dykes enjoy yourselves. You'll never know what you're
missing."
He picked up his frisbee and walked toward the surf where his grinning
friend was waiting. They continued their game of catch.
Heather still covered in sand rolled to her side and whispered to Ellen.
"I'm going to get washed off. I'll be right back."
Heather stood and brushed off what she could and walked toward the
water, taking a path well to the right of the twin idiots. She was a
good 10 yards to Mike's rear when Bill sent the frisbee sailing right
for her. Just as Heather reached the surf line Mike came charging at
her and bowled her over knocking her into the waist deep water. George
was stunned from the collision and lay in waist deep water the waves
washing over him. Then he felt a hand slide under his ass and it was
used to lift him to his feet. George let out an involuntary girly
shriek when the hand didn't leave rather it started probing between his
legs.
Ellen came running. When she got to the two, Heather was struggling to
free herself from Mike. The macho jerk watched Ellen's approach with
amusement and wrapped both arms tightly around the uglier of the two
bimbos and lifted her up. Feet off the ground she was flailing wildly
trying to escape.
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