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"Oh come on, honey, please, no." Will knew that pleading with his wife
never got results, and Penny knew that if she gave into pleadIng even
once it would set a dangerous precedent.
"It is completely within the agreed process," she told Will. He pouted
and sighed theatrically but could not deny that she was correct. He had
been a tranny since his teens and when he told Penny, her response was
that she would tolerate a reasonable level of activity, but added the
acid clause that once per month Will would have to do something that
she asked of him. No debate, no variations, just obeying instructions.
Of course he had agreed to that. It was a small price to pay for
Penny's supportiveness. What Penny had done this time is tell Will that
he would be required to adopt his female guise for ladies' evening at
the races. There was no possibility of not going, as Penny loved horses
and loved (over?)dressing up for events at least as much. They had
attended the last couple of years as man and wife and she had been like
a child working through an Advent Calendar as the day approached.
"If I make a fool of myself, it will reflect on you," Will warned her.
"Firstly, we both know that you can pass on your best days, so make
sure it is one of your best days. Secondly, there are always a couple
of transvestites at these things looking for the attention of being a
best dressed finalist, and if you dress sensibly then you will not
stand out as much as them," retorted Penny, "and if the worst comes to
worst, I can always run away and pretend that I have never, ever met
you before." She could see that her husband was now half convinced and
his slight chuckle at her final comment told her that the debate had
been won, even though she refused to accept that there was any actual
debate to be permitted.
* * *
A couple of weeks later Penny picked up the thread, just to ensure Will
was not going to turn the exercise into a last minute panic.
"Have you decided which dress you are going to wear to the races?" she
enquired without hinting that she expected the answer to be no.
"Erm, what?" Will replied with, pretending totally unconvincingly to
have not heard.
"Races. Dress? Hat? Shoes?"
"You didn't mention the hat and shoes before."
"It was implied," smiled Penny.
"Give me ten minutes to think it over." Will did actually think it
over, rather than just bluff for time. He had a choice of two suitable
dresses. One was a short, strappy dark blue dress with a pink flower
print on it. When he wore it outdoors he found himself a bit self
conscious over the mid-thigh length and low cut bust line - he always
feared that his falsies looked too obviously like falsies when it was
on, and trying to edge the hemline to a less revealing level only made
it worse. He was happy to wear it at events for trannies just to tease
those who would not dare go with anything similar, but if he was in a
more conventional social situation, something else had to do. The
alternative was an olive green affair with white polka dots. It hid the
fake bust much more effectively and was mid-calf length, although the
wrap design made for a split that went daringly high on the thigh. It
gave a chance to show a lot of leg. He was thinking through the whole
outfit when he was interrupted.
"Beeeep! Time's up," Penny told him.
"Right. Olive green polka dot dress..."
"Not the blue flower print?"
"No, definitely polka dot, and you know why. Light coloured stockings
and tan pumps. I think I would like a white hat with a bit of a brim
and the main part sort of the top part of a dome without it turning
into a sombrero. There is probably a specific name for it, but I don't
know what it is. The hat is the only thing that I will have to buy."
When he had finished, Penny nodded.
"Nice choice, even if you do not follow the sexy Mexican Missy route
with the hat. You'll be fine. Looking forward to it?"
Will smirked. "A little bit. I will play it safe as far as the outfit
goes."
"Very wise. As we have seen, there will be women there who have made a
tragic choice with the hat."
* * *
Three weeks down the line and Will had transformed himself into Rachel,
his female self. He had gone for light make-up, apart from the mascara
and rose pink lipstick. His nails were already done in the same colour.
Then he added an auburn wig, styled as a shoulder length bob with a
wave built into it, pleased with the match of the colour with his
dress. Next up was his lingerie, a white bra and knickers set in satin
and lace, plus a waist nipper with suspenders. After attaching his tan
coloured stockings there was a second thought and Will added a white
full slip, although one with quite a high hem. Will slipped into his
dress and Penny helped with the back zip, pinned on his hat, and then
clipped a silver necklace on for him. Will added a pair of silver
earrings, his favourites with a short stem ending in a lower case Greek
theta letter. A couple of bangles, a couple of rings, tan heels,
matching handbag and Rachel was as ready as she would be to go.
"OK, all set?" asked Penny.
"Not sure. I am wondering whether a fasincator would have been better
than the hat."
"Too late, Rachel, time to go. You are driving." She lobbed up the car
keys to a surprised Rachel. "You should stay off the wine so that you
do not give yourself away due to being squiffy, so that makes you the
driver. And best grab some flat shoes for driving in. Chop chop."
* * *
The evening at the races went better than Will feared. He spotted a
couple of quizzical looks pointed his way but the people involved did
not give the impression that they had definitely read him, just that
they were uncertain. He had learned in the past that responding
demurely generally prevented second or third glances, whereas startled
panic gave the game away completely. As Penny had predicted there were
a couple of other more obvious crossdressers in the crowd, but everyone
was in a good humoured mood and nobody was giving them a hard time.
However, bad luck is always looking for way to play it's hand, and on
this evening, Will was on the receiving end.
Penny had been selected for the final for the best dressed lady
competition, and headed off to the toilet before the finalists were due
on stage. Will was pleased for her and knew that she would be
delighted, but needing to dash to the loo seemed like an excessively
excited reaction and surely by now any make up changes were too late to
matter. Without her immediate company, he found a quiet corner in the
marquee bar. As he sat down Will was a bit careless with the skirts of
his dress and split settled right up to the top of his thigh. With the
slip having ridden up a little as he sat, his stocking top was on full
show and he did not initially notice. When he did eventually realise
what had happened and leaned over to adjust the loose skirt back into a
more modest layout, Will had a feeling that he was being watched and
felt an irresistable urge to look up to see if it was true. He was
instantly horrified. He was being studied intently, and the woman doing
the sudying was one of his work colleagues. As soon as she was certain
of his identity, she approached. Her name was Rhona, and Will worked
closely with her on occasions. At work she tended to dress rather
severely, with her hair up and she dressed in neat but ultimately
unimaginative business suits. Will had always felt that she if she
loosened up a bit Rhona would look very attractive (the same effect
that always applies to the nerdy girl in American high school set films
or television series). He regretted that this was the moment when he
found out that he had been correct about that.
"Well, well, Will," she said, "this is a surprise."
"Actually, it is Rachel," he replied quietly, without trying to bluff
it that she had got it all wrong.
"So what is the story?"
"My wife's idea," he told her with resignation, "and I would have
gotten away with it if it hadn't been for you meddling colleagues. Or
rather colleague."
"You have sort of got away with it," Rhona smiled, "as we are the only
two people from the office that seem to be here, and when I spotted you
I probably would have taken you for a woman if a) I did not already
know you, b) you were not trying to flash your knickers at me and c)
after doing that you looked up and stared me right in the face.
Originally it was the brazen display of stocking tops that caught my
attention."
Will laughed at the realisation that even having denerded her image,
Rhona still could not help but talk in bullet points.
"That was just a slip of the slip, so to speak. Would it be asking too
much just to keep this between ourselves? And by the way, I love your
shoes. And the dress is a cracker too."
"Sure. I will keep this quiet at work. And would have done so without
the flattery. Whilst you may have been acting like a terrible floozy,
as long as it does not involve going around murdering people or having
their dog crapping on my front lawn, I am not too fussed what people
get up to in their spare time."
Will breathed a sigh of relief. The worst case scenario had
materialised but he had suffered minimal damage from it, or at least
that seemed to be the case for now.
"But," Rhona added with false gravitas, "when it comes to fancy dress
day for Comic Relief, you don't do a thing without consulting me
first."
"Your hair looks great as well," Will pursued, "and I did really mean
it about the outfit."
"You are still at my Comic Relief mercy."
"Agreed," said Will with a big sigh, but a smile on his face at the
same time.
"Good. Now we have to go and cheer on your wife in the best dressed
lady final. What's her name again, Penny?" Will nodded. Rhona offered
him her arm, which he took, and they headed for the small stage where
the dozen finalists were about to parade.
When the results were announced Penny did not make the first three, but
when she was back down amongst the hoi palloi looking for Will, she was
not looking terribly disappointed. She did not take very long to find
her husband - hats are good for identifying people in a crowd.
"Well, Rachel, it looks like you have made a friend," she said with a
big grin on her face.
"Penny, this is Rhona from work. Rhona, this is my wife Penny," he
introduced.
"Nice to meet you, Rhona. Rachel never mentioned that she had any
stunningly good looking work colleagues."
"She clearly did not tell everyone at work what her hobbies are either.
Seems we all have to communicate better!" giggled Rhona. "Can I treat
the finalist a drink?"
"Definitely."
Once refreshements were to hand, the chat started again.
"Obviously Rachel was not expecting you to be here, so how did you
never seem to mention it?" Penny asked Rhona.
"It was a very last minute decision. We've been pretty well run off out
feet at work and I have not had any chilling out time so I fancied
getting done up and doing something a bit different."
"Exactly the same for me!" smiled Will, with a not one hundred percent
accurate recollection of whose decision it had been for him to attend
as Rachel. Rhona chuckled, then finished her explanation.
"And my neighbours invited me here because they part own one of the
horses running in the last race. It all sort of fell together a bit
fortuitously. Actually, they will be wondering where I have got to.
Very nice to meet you Penny. Now when Rachel is talking about you I can
put a face to the name."
Penny held a brief a silence as Rhona strolled off to find her
neighbours. When she was clear, Penny turned to look sternly at Will.
"Right, Madam. Number one. She won't say anything to put you in an
awkward situation at work?"
"I doubt it," he replied. "I asked her and she was cool about it, and
did not show any signs of saying one thing and thinking another. When
it comes to the Comic Relief day I think she will be calling in the
favour."
"Number two. You never told me that you worked with a top grade bit of
stuff."
"There are two valid answers there," Will offered. "Firstly, she never
looks that good in the office. She always has her hair up, uses nerdy
glasses and does not wear anything that flattering. And secondly, even
if she did look like that at work, I have got more common sense than to
come home and tell my wife that due to the new woman in the office
being mind-numbingly attractive she is going to have to up her game."
"Very wise. I can be a very jealous partner. So Rhona does not have a
boyfriend?"
"None mentioned. I know that a couple of guys at work have asked her
out and she turned them down." Will told her.
"A girlfriend?" He shook his head by way of reply.
"Wow, she must have a very happy cat," mused Penny. "Do you actually
talk to each other at work?"
"Before tonight I wondered if she just like being a gloomy goth. I
think that option has been ruled out now, based on what she said about
enjoying getting dressed up. And we don't just sit there in silence. We
have lots on interesting conversations. Like Tea or coffee? Interesting
project management stuff. Guess the country from the description of the
flag..."
"What?"
"OK, I made that last one up, but we have perfectly normal chats
between civilised human beings that work at the same company,"
confessed Will.
"Your mission, whether you like it or not, is to find out what floats
her boat. You know me, I am inherently curious."
"It is a very fine line between curious and nosey," scolded Will.
"And I don't care which side of it I am walking on. Information is
power."
"Am I allowed to seduce her?" grinned Will.
"You can try. The odds must be 20/1 that you succeed. Or perhaps Will
is 20/1 and Rachel 10/1."
"What I love most about you is how good you are at being a supportive
partner in all my ventures." Will adopted an unconvincing pouty
expression. Penny narrowed her eyes at him.
"Just. Do. Your. Job."
***
It did not take much time for Will to adopt a plan. He merely arranged
to meet Penny for a drink directly after work on the following
Thursday, and then waited to mention it to Rhona on the day before. It
worked like a dream, as Rhona agreed to join them and Penny would ask
all of the prying questions. Will presumed that having now met Penny,
Rhona was a bit more comfortable that it was an innocent meet up.
When they did get together, Penny managed to skillfully direct the
conversation to an interrogation regarding Rhona's private life, not
rushing clumsily into the topic, but not beating around the bush
either. It turned out that she had been engaged a couple of years
earlier, only for her best friend to have an affair with her fiance,
leading to the wedding being cancelled. Since then Rhona admitted that
she had rather been off relationships, dating and people in general.
Will thought back over the timing and realised that Rhona had started
working at the company just as it all happened, yet somehow the
situation had escaped his notice. He was disappointed as he always felt
that his Rachel persona had helped him to develop a sense of when
things were amiss which veered more towards the degree that women
showed than men. This was a disappointing failure of his Rachel
instincts.
Rhona's response to revealing her short term past was to enquire more
about Rachel's origins. Will noticed that Penny was the one escaping
from any given up any traumatic moments from the past. Will explained
that he had dabbled in trying on his sister's clothes as a teenager,
and one day Penny got him drunk and made him go the whole way. He
warned Rhona about being wary of nice women getting her drunk. Rhona
explained that that was one of the issues in her woes and she had no
intention of being caught with her back turned again.
However, once the dam was broken, Will and Penny found that Rhona could
talk. A lot.. To his mind, the conversation was showing the sort of
attention to the minutiae of Rhona's life that was not necessary to
know. He also knew that Penny was soaking up every word. By the time
the trio headed home Will felt that Penny had hooked Rhona into their
social circle and as she already was aware of Rachel, there were no
future shocks to come with it.
When they got home Penny expressed her satisfaction with Will's
execution of his task.
"Technically, it was the second instruction of the month, which exceeds
the agreed allocation of one," he told her.
"Well then," she replied, "You are entitled to a special reward. Maybe
you might want to slip into that short lilac satin nightie and have
your way with me."
As he made his way up the stairs to change Will pondered that he was
really glad that he had given in to Penny on taking Rachel to ladies'
night. Really, really glad.
***
Epilogue
After collaboration from Penny, the Comic Relief Day fancy dress
character allocated to Will was Mary Poppins. Will was grateful that
Rhona had not chosen anything too outrageous, or something that showed
him to be a little to good at the masquerade for comfort. It did,
however, give him the chance to gently scold some work colleagues
whilst enjoying some most un-Poppins-ish lingerie underneath, as Rhona
(dressed as Bert) promised to give their flues and pipes a good
sweeping. Who will ever forget the classic song "A Spoonful Of Diced
Chorizo Helps The Medicine Go Down?"
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