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FRIDAY - DISCOVERY At last, a busy and stressful week was over and, as Chris pulled into his driveway, he looked forward to a week away from work spending some quality time with Jane, his wife of 31 years. They'd married young and had children straight away so now, just turned 50, they were enjoying their freedom from their children who now had families of their own. As Chris walked into his house, he called out to his wife but, instead of the usual "In the kitchen, darling," he heard nothing. Just silence. He entered the kitchen as he always did and saw Jane sitting at the table, her face like thunder. "What is it, darling?" he asked. "Don't you DARE darling me," came the reply, "what is the meaning of this?" She pushed a slip of paper over to Chris which he saw straight away was a receipt for a rather expensive lingerie set dated a couple of weeks previously. Chris sat down with his head in his hands but Jane had only just started. "I found this on the bedroom floor a couple of weeks ago and assumed you'd bought me a surprise birthday present. The surprise I got on my birthday last week, though, was no lingerie set so the question is who did you buy them for or, to be more precise, who are you screwing behind my back?" Chris was taken aback with the ferocity of Jane's attack. "It's.... it's not like that," he stuttered. Jane was having none of it. "It's not like what? Oh, I see, you haven't had a screw yet but you bought them in the hope of having one! So who is she? That tart in her 20s at your office who thinks that the shorter her skirt, the more intelligent she looks? Or whatshername over the road who'll shag anything with a pulse now her husband's left her?" "No, no, no. I've told you, it's not like that. I'm not having an affair or trying to have an affair. Please believe me and just leave it." "Leave it? You buy expensive lingerie, won't tell me who it's for and just expect me to carry on as if nothing's happened. What's wrong with you? If they're not for me and you expect me to believe that you're not getting into bed with anyone else what am I supposed to think? That you bought them for a raffle prize for the church fete? I'm sure the vicar's wife would be delighted to win them! This is your last chance to give me a rational and believable explanation. WHO....ARE....THEY....FOR? Chris sat with his head in his hands, thinking for what seemed like an eternity. Finally he knew that the game was up and, taking a deep breath, he looked Jane straight in the eyes. "Me. They were for me." Jane was incredulous. "You? What would you want with a lingerie set? Are you some form of pervert?" She'd still not got the message and Chris realised he'd have to spell it out. "No, but for some reason I don't understand, I like to wear women's clothes." Jane's jaw dropped. "That sounds pretty perverted to me, but you'll have to do much better than that if you expect me to believe it. I've known you for 35 years and there's nothing about you that gives any hint that you're a transvestite. What I do know about you though is that you never miss an opportunity to have a sly look at a pretty woman when you pass one in the street so I could quite imagine you chasing after one for an affair." Chris sat silently for a few moments before getting up and leaving the room. A couple of minutes later, he returned carrying a suitcase which he opened. He removed the lingerie set and laid it out on the table in front of Jane. Jane's jaw dropped in shock. Item by item, Chris removed the contents of the case and placed them on the table. False boobs, hip & bum pads, stripper heels, stockings, a huge wig and what Jane thought was a belt but actually turned out to be a skirt. When the case was empty, Jane just sat there stunned. It was bad enough that her husband had confessed that he liked to wear women's clothes but these clothes, in her view, were just an insult to women. Who and what on earth had she married? "I'm sorry," mumbled Chris, desperately trying to think of something that would break the tension. "Sorry for doing it or sorry you've been caught?" replied Jane tersely "actually, don't bother to answer because I'm not interested in your excuses and I'm not interested in you. You can carry on your perversion all you like but it won't be with me. I'm through with our marriage." As Jane got up and walked to the door, Chris desperately wanted to try to explain, to try to make things better but, he could tell by the look on Jane's face that she wasn't interested in excuses. So he just stuffed all of the things back into the case, and went silently to bed where, for the next few hours, the turmoil in his brain precluded any thoughts of sleep. SATURDAY - MELTDOWN For a few seconds after he woke up, everything felt normal. But then, as the realisation that, for the first time in their married life, Jane wasn't lying next to him in their bed sunk in, Chris' world came crashing down once more. The events of the previous evening churned over in his mind for an hour or so but then he realised that he had to confront the situation. After all, it was only a few clothes and not as if he'd been sleeping with other women behind Jane's back. Having convinced himself that Jane would probably feel similarly, he got dressed and went downstairs where Jane was already making her breakfast in the kitchen. "Morning darling," he said brightly. "Pardon?" said Jane without turning round. "Good morning darling," repeated Chris. Jane turned round and Chris could tell that it was to be anything but a good morning. "Don't you dare 'darling' me," screamed Jane. "Do you not realise what you've done and how I feel?" "But they're only clothes," protested Chris. "The clothes are only part of it. It's the deception. You've hidden this from me throughout our married life, you've told me we can't afford things but you've gone out and bought this stuff. What am I supposed to think? Now I wonder what else you've been up to - sleeping with men? Going to transvestite clubs? Looking at internet porn?" Chris could see that any attempt at explanation was futile so he just put his head in his hands and mumbled, "No." "You're not even man enough to face up to this," continued Jane. "I thought I'd married a man I could trust but it seems I've married some form of submissive sissy." And with that, she left the room and went upstairs. Five minutes later, Chris heard the front door slam and their car drive off. And that was the point at which he crumbled, head in hands, crying uncontrollably. And he was still crying that evening when he went up to bed, Jane still not having returned from wherever she'd gone. SUNDAY - EXPLANATION It was lunch time when Chris finally heard the front door close. A couple of minutes later, Jane came into the lounge where Chris was sitting, sat down and said, "Right! You've got a lot of explaining to do so let's hear what you've got to say." "I don't know where to start," mumbled Chris. "OK, let me help you then," snapped Jane, frustrated by Chris' seeming unwillingness to comply. "How long have you been doing this behind my back?" "A few years I guess." "And why do you do it? For sexual kicks?" "No, I guess I do it because it just feels good." "And does anyone else know about this?" "I don't think so." "Have you ever had sex with another man?" "Ewwww. No!" "Do you want to be a woman?" "Er, no." The lack of conviction in Chris' answers did nothing to soften Jane's attitude about Chris' activities and, in fact, the slight hesitation in his final answer really only made things worse as far as she was concerned. Deep down, she loved Chris but if he still couldn't be open and honest with her, then their marriage was doomed. She sat in silence for a minute or two and then finally spoke. "How do you expect me to either understand you or trust you when you are so obviously still hiding the truth? At best, you're being evasive and, at worst, lying. Anyway, I've heard enough for today. I'm going to be out for the rest of the day. Don't try to find me and don't wait up." And, once again, Jane was gone. MONDAY - ULTIMATUM "You've got till the end of the week to decide. Me or the clothes" Jane's words cut through Chris like a sharp blade. Of course, they were only clothes and easy to get rid of but Chris knew they were far more than that. They were his passport to the world he thought he should have inhabited. They were the key that opened the door to his inner self. And they were the drug that brought him inner happiness & calm when all around him was chaotic. How was he supposed to part with them? But then he looked at Jane. The woman who had captured his heart, the woman he knew he could not live without. The woman who, despite everything, he still found as beautiful as the day he first set eyes on her. Would he really throw all of that away for a few pieces of clothing? The problem was, he knew he could not survive without either. Without the dressing, his anxieties would go through the roof; without Jane, everything they had built up together, both physically and emotionally, would be gone. He knew he needed both. "But..." he started. "Forget it!" snapped Jane. "I mean what I say - by Friday, you decide whether it's me or the clothes." And, as before, that was that. She left the room and Chris soon heard the front door close and their car drive off. TUESDAY - TOUGH LOVE It was a couple of minutes past eleven when Jane arrived at the coffee bar to meet Claudine, her closest and most loyal friend. Claudine had already arrived and arranged coffees for both of them. "My god, you look awful," exclaimed Claudine as Jane sat down. "What's happened?" "I haven't slept for several nights. It's Chris." "What's the matter? Is he ill? Has he found someone else?" "He's not ill but I suppose, in a manner of speaking, there is someone else." "OK," said Claudine, "you'd better tell me all about it." Claudine sat in silence as Jane told her everything, from finding the receipt to her ultimatum, tears streaming down her face as she did so. When she'd finished, Claudine reached over and squeezed her hand. "How long have you and I known each other?" Jane thought for a moment. "Since secondary school so about 40 years." "Right. And do you trust my judgement?" "Of course," replied Jane. "Good because you may not like what I'm about to say." "What do you mean?" asked Jane, rather puzzled. "Most women in my position would say something along the lines of 'how terrible, I hope you're going to throw him out,' but I'm not. I'm going to ask you what your problem really is." Jane became irritated. "My problem? My husband is a transvestite! That's my problem!" "OK, I know it's not the thing any wife wants to discover but, deep down, what's really wrong with that? He's not having an affair or being unfaithful." "I accept that but he's been doing it behind my back." "Probably because he was rightly terrified of your reaction if he did it in front of you. How long has it been going on?" "He says it's just for a few years." "So what you're saying is that your husband of over 30 years who is devoted to you managed to resist his urges for most of the marriage until the strain got too great for him?" Jane realised that Claudine was starting to get through to her but she still wasn't convinced. "But I still don't understand why he'd want to do it. Is it me? Am I no longer attractive enough for him? Or is he some kind of fetishist or pervert?" "Did he tell you he does it for sexual kicks?" "No and he did say it wasn't that but he couldn't answer why other than to say it just felt good. In some ways, I wish it was sexual as I could then understand it, even if I didn't approve." "So let me give you an alternative scenario," started Claudine, "when he says he doesn't understand it, he's telling the truth. We live in a binary world where people have to be either male or female but suppose Chris's brain, although male, has a stronger female element than most. He's probably wished he'd been born a girl for as long as he can remember but that doesn't mean he wants to take permanent steps to become one. For most of the time he's happy as a guy but, every so often, he sees a pretty girl, a cute outfit or a sexy pair of heels and it triggers the female part of his brain and the urge to feel more feminine gets stronger. He probably feels totally calm when he's dressed because his physical form more closely matches his emotions." Jane became irritated once more. "It sounds as if you're on his side. What happened to our friendship and loyalty?" "I'm absolutely on your side. I'm trying to preserve your marriage to the man you love by getting you to understand his point of view." "And how come you're such an expert on this particular issue?" Claudine laughed, tapped the screen of her phone a few times and passed it to Jane. On the screen was a photo of Claudine with an attractive female companion. "Sorry, you've confused me," said Jane rather puzzled, "who is she and what's this got to do with Chris?" "Look a little closer," urged Claudine. Jane complied. "She does look a little bit like David. Is it his sister?" "No. He's an only child." Jane looked again and then the penny dropped. "My god! You mean David's a..." "Crossdresser?" interrupted Claudine. "Yes he is and I love him all the more for it!" "I had no idea." "No, I promised him that I would never tell a soul but I think he'll forgive me under the circumstances. Of course it was a shock when he first told me but we set ground rules and, bit by bit, I came to terms with it. I love David, my husband and we're closer than ever. As for Davina, as he calls his female persona, she's great fun and we often sneak out for a shopping trip or meal which is when the photo was taken. I have the best of both worlds!" "You go out with him when he's dressed?" "Why wouldn't I? As you can see, he looks gorgeous as a woman so there's little risk of anyone guessing and that's part of the fun. He has a great eye for style and fabulous taste although I sometimes need to remind him that women his age wouldn't wear skirts that short and heels that high!" Jane was starting to see Claudine's point but was still unsure. "That's all very well but I'm not sure I want to live the rest of my life like that. Anyway, I've told him to choose between me and the clothes by the end of the week." "You gave him an ultimatum?" Claudine was shocked. Jane nodded. "And what do you think that will achieve?" asked Claudine, sternly "he gives up the clothes and there's a big emotional gap in his life. Sure, you'll have your husband but he won't be the man he was before. Or he gives up you..." "Yes and he'll lose everything he's built up during our marriage." The smirk on Jane's face as she said that left no doubt that she would enjoy punishing Chris for what he'd done. "And so will you," interrupted Claudine. "I'll stand by you but how many others will? Our lives are built up around being couples; you become single again and many of your so-called friends will ditch you, frightened that their husbands will run off with the newly single divorcee. Do you really want to grow old alone?" "So what do you suggest I do?" "Go home and talk to him and do your best to understand his point of view. Above all, though, remember that this is your marriage as well as his. He needs to do this and will probably carry on behind your back if you try to stop it so set boundaries for him. If you don't want him to do it in the house, let him book into a hotel when he needs to. You have to let him know what's acceptable to you but, equally, let him have a little freedom to be himself or herself. In the end, I guarantee that your marriage will be better as a result." "And if I don't?" "Only you and David know the answer to that question but do you really want to spend the rest of your life without him? Personally, I think tolerance is a small price to pay to protect everything you've built up." WEDNESDAY - ANSWERS Finally, after a restless night with fitful sleep, Jane noticed the first shards of daylight enter the room. If anything, her coffee with Claudine had raised more questions in her mind than it answered. When she'd arranged to meet her friend, she'd hoped that Claudine would endorse her stance against Chris and be all for throwing him out. The fact that Claudine not only understood Chris' position but sympathised with it was a big enough surprise without the further revelation that her husband was a crossdresser himself and Claudine embraced it enthusiastically. But Jane still had reservations. Chris was quite obviously not the person she thought she was married to and his deceit over so many decades was still at the forefront of her mind. Above all, though, she couldn't bear the thought of seeing her husband in any of the clothes he had in the suitcase which she considered to be degrading to her gender. By the time she dragged herself out of bed and into the kitchen, Chris was already sitting at the table looking sadder than ever. He looked up at Jane, hoping that there was a glimmer of understanding in her face but she remained as stone faced as ever. He sighed and looked back down at his coffee. As Jane made herself a coffee, she reflected on the past few days. Less than a week ago, they had both been happy, looking forward to their week off together but now she was filled with anger and hurt and Chris just looked to be a broken man. How long would it be before he sank into an irretrievable depression? And was she really content just to let this fester until one or other of them had had enough and called time on the marriage? She really wanted to heap the blame onto Chris for what he had done to their relationship but, as she looked at him sitting there, a shadow of his normal self, she realised that much of the blame lay on her shoulders. If she could find it in herself to be as tolerant as Claudine, then perhaps all was not lost. However, to get to that point, she needed answers. Honest answers. She sat down at the table opposite Chris. "We need to talk. I need to understand this before it's too late." "I'm going to ask you the same questions I asked you a few days ago but this time, I want honest answers. Tell me what you want to say, not what you think I want to hear." "OK," said Chris. "How long have you been doing this behind my back?" "Actually dressing, about five years I think, but I supressed the urges for a long time before that. For the whole of our married life if I'm honest." "Good. For the first time, you've given me an answer which I can actually believe. Now, next question, why do you do it?" Chris thought in silence for a moment and then took a deep breath. "For as long as I can remember, I've envied girls. At primary school, I used to wish I could be like them, playing nicely together while we boys just used to fight all the time. Then, as I grew up, girls my age were starting to become women and I just loved the way their bodies were developing. I used to stuff a couple of socks down my sweater to pretend I had breasts and I loved the feeling. I also loved the way they dressed; ankle socks were starting to give way to nylons, their heels were getting higher and their skirts shorter. I desperately wanted to get closer to the girls but none of them were interested in me so, in the end, I used to sneak into my sister's room and try on her stuff. And when I was wearing it, everything just felt right." "So presumably it turned you on?" enquired Jane. "As a teenage boy, of course it did and the funny thing was, as soon as I'd relieved myself, the urge went and I was quite happy to go back to being a boy until the urge returned, sometimes a day later, sometimes a month or more. Finally, I grew too large for my sister's clothes so I just stopped and did my best to manage the urges when they came. After I left home, I went back to cross dressing on and off but it just didn't feel right so I just got rid of the stuff I'd bought." "So you were doing this when we met?" asked Jane. "No. When we met, I fell head over heels in love with you and all thoughts of cross dressing disappeared. It's only in the last five years or so that I started again." "Why? Am I not good enough for you any more?" "No, it's not like that. I'm still in love with you but the urges just intensified to the point where I couldn't hold them back any more. And as soon as I felt the nylon on my legs, the hair falling onto my shoulders and the lipstick on my lips, I knew that I couldn't deny this side of me any more." "OK, question number three. Does anyone else know about this?" "No. Of course I've wanted to tell people as carrying the secret around with me is unbearable but, in the end, what would the reaction be - disgust? Ridicule? Loss of friendship? I didn't want to take that risk, particularly as, deep down, I'm ashamed of these feelings." "And what about men?" "I find the whole idea of sex with another man repulsive. I don't fancy men and I am in no way sexually attracted to them. However, I'd be lying if I said that I'd never had fantasies - wondering what it would feel like to be a woman and experience a man's penis entering my vagina." Jane was stunned. Their sex life had tailed off considerably over the past few years which Jane had just taken to be a sign of ageing. But now her husband was telling her that he fantasised about having a vagina and feeling a penis inside him. She almost knew the answer to the last question before she asked it, or so she thought. "So you want to become a woman?" Chris sat silently for a few moments. His hesitation at answering the question a few days earlier had not gone unnoticed by Jane and now the pause was a lot longer. Finally he spoke. "No. Of course, I've thought about this a lot. I've looked at countless before and after photos on websites and wished the photos were of me. I envy those who take steps to transition and I marvel how an ordinary looking guy can become a beautiful woman. I look at women in the street and wish I was them. I've played around with online makeover sites and have dreamed of the transformed image of me becoming reality. "But then I come to my senses. There's a huge difference between wishing I'd been born female and actually wanting to become one. The surgery is expensive and painful and, at the end of it, I may still look like a guy in a dress. I would probably lose everything I hold dear - you, the kids, the lifestyle, everything - and that's too big a price to pay. And, deep down, whilst I'd love to be female, I'm also happy being a guy and doing guy things. "So, to answer your question, no - I do not want to become a woman." Jane thought for a moment, surprised by Chris' rejection of the idea that she thought was a certainty. Then she spoke. "So if you don't want to become a woman, what do you want? What will make you happy?" It was now Chris' turn to be surprised. Was Jane offering him some form of olive branch? He thought carefully knowing that his answer would have a large bearing on his future happiness. Finally, he took a deep breath and spoke. "In an ideal world, I'd be free to become Christine whenever I wanted. You'd love both of us and treat both of us exactly the same regardless of who I decided to be on any particular day. But I know that that's all about me and doesn't take your feelings into account. I can see that the whole idea of me dressing as a female is repellent to you but I know that any promise I make to you to quit will be difficult, if not impossible, to keep. So, to answer your question, what will make me happy is tolerance by giving me a little freedom to express myself from time to time and understanding that this is something I wish I didn't have to live with but it's also something I can't shake off." "There's a lot for me to process," replied Jane, "and I still don't know whether I can cope with all of this. I really want to try because I don't want to throw our marriage away but, equally, if we're both going to be unhappy, then maybe that would be for the best." Jane left the room and returned a short time later dressed to go out. "As I said, there's a lot for me to process. I never factored anything like this into my life plans and I'm still having problems coming to terms with the deception. I'll be out for the rest of the day so you can do what you feel you have to do if it makes you happy but don't try to contact me - I need to decide what to do without any pleadings or anything else from you. I'll come home when I'm ready. And with that she was gone. Chris sat at the table, his head in his hands for 15 minutes going over what Jane had said. Finally he got up, went upstairs to get his suitcase and set it down on the lounge floor. THURSDAY - THE END? When Chris got up, it was quite obvious that Jane had not returned home the previous night. Her bed in the spare room had not been slept in and there was no sign of her coat or boots in the hall. Chris was desolate; he wanted to pick up the phone and call her but he remembered her instructions and just tried to find things to do in the house to keep his mind off things. In the end, he just sat down at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and stared blankly into space. Finally, just after 11:00am, he heard Jane's key in the front door. A minute or two later, she entered the kitchen having removed her coat and boots and, after making herself a coffee, sat down at the table opposite Chris. She took a deep breath and spoke. "I still can't get my head around all of this. You've explained everything to me but I still don't understand why any man would feel the need to dress in women's clothing. But I know that if our marriage is to have any chance of survival, I've got to try to understand so go and get changed and show me what this is all about." Chris's head dropped into his hands. "I can't do that," he said quietly. Jane was having none of it. "What do you mean, you can't do that? Yesterday you were telling me how, in your ideal world, I'd accept Christine whenever you felt the need to be her and now, when I'm offering you the chance to at least try to bring me onside, you're saying you can't. What's the matter with you?" "I can't dress because I got rid of all of the stuff yesterday. You told me to do what I had to do and our marriage is far more important to me than any of this so I took all of the stuff to the local dump and threw it all into the skip." When Jane heard what Chris had said she knew that she should be happy. She didn't approve of what he'd been doing and the things had now all gone. But strangely, she didn't feel any sense of relief at all. Chris was just a shadow of his former self, a broken man. She tried to convince herself that it was his own fault; after all, he'd been the one dressing up, he'd made the decision to hide it from her but the voices in her head were getting louder. The words of Chris a couple of days earlier when he tried to explain everything to her. The words of Claudine who'd told her about her own husband and how it was no big deal. And her own words; after all, it was not Chris' crossdressing that had caused his depression but her reaction to it. She reached over and squeezed Chris' hand. "I'm sorry," she said, "what you did was wrong but you didn't deserve the treatment I gave you as a result." Chris looked up and Jane could see both love and sadness in his eyes. "Why don't you go into town and buy yourself some new things? I'll come with you and help if you want." Chris thought for a moment. "No, it's over now and I've got to try to live a normal life." There was an awkward atmosphere in the house for the rest of the day. It was quite obvious to Jane that Chris was still deeply troubled and he didn't respond when she tried to hug or stroke him. Even despite her returning to the marital bed, Chris just turned away from her until he fell asleep. She, on the other hand could not sleep and lay awake thinking. When she finally started to drift off she knew exactly what she wanted to do. FRIDAY - RECONCILIATION Jane had already got up by the time Chris woke up the following morning. He went down to the kitchen but all that was there was a short note on the kitchen table which he read. "Gone shopping x" It was lunchtime before Jane returned home. She said nothing about her shopping trip other than to say she'd just got "A few bits and pieces" when Chris asked. At 4:00pm, Jane went into the lounge where Chris was watching TV and picked up the remote control to turn the TV off. "Hey, I was watching that!" protested Chris. "No time, sorry, we're going out tonight and I've run you a bath. Off you go!" Chris did as he was told and, as he walked into the bathroom, he couldn't help noticing the unmistakeable scent of roses in the air. The thick foam on the surface of the bathwater soon gave away the source of the scent and, as he sank into the unmistakeably feminine scented water, Chris was puzzled. Even so, a bath is a bath so Chris just lay there relaxing until he heard Jane knocking on the door. "Time to get out and get ready." Chris got out, wrapped himself in a towel and left the bathroom and entered the bedroom where Jane was waiting. "We're going out for dinner tonight so wear something smart," she declared before leaving the room. Chris dried himself off and then opened his underwear drawer. To his surprise, it was almost empty. All his socks and underpants had gone and in their place was a black lingerie set and an unopened pack of black stockings. He walked over to his wardrobe and opened it. All of his clothing had gone and a single black dress was hanging in their place with a pair of stiletto court shoes neatly placed below. "Jane," he called out "what's going on?" Jane entered the bedroom laughing. "We're having a girls," night out tonight. I want to see whether my husband's man enough to be a woman!" "But these clothes...." stuttered Chris, blushing slightly. "Oh yes, I'm sorry," replied Jane sarcastically "the restaurant was quite clear. They said that they were happy to welcome anyone including people from the transgender community but stripper heels, microskirts and a boob tube were definitely outside their dress code so I got you these instead!" "You told them about me? Why - to embarrass me?" "No, to make sure you weren't embarrassed. I don't know how convincing you're going to be. I can do your makeup so that your own mother wouldn't recognise you but there's far more to being a woman than just being a pretty face. Your voice, the way you walk, your mannerisms; any of those could give the game away." "But these clothes are gorgeous and much too good for me. You should be wearing them-" "Oh, don't you worry, I've sorted out an outfit for myself too. I won't let you down. Anyway, there's no more time for talking, I need to get you ready." ------ One hour later, Chris was ready. Jane had deliberately sat him with his back to the full length mirror so that he could not see himself till she'd finished but now, as she made final adjustments to his wig she told him to stand up and turn round. Chris stood open mouthed as he saw his reflection. Of course, he'd looked at himself in that mirror many times before but, until now, all he had seen was just himself in female clothing. Now, he was looking at someone new, someone he really liked and wanted to get to know better. As Jane had promised, the transformation was total and, never mind his own mother not recognising him, even he did not recognise himself. This is what he'd dreamed of all his life and, at last, he'd met the woman who'd lived inside him for so long and whose screams to be let out had been getting louder. He stared into the reflection of his eyes, darkened with smoky eyeshadow, eyeliner and false eyelashes, and he felt himself aroused. But this was not the arousal of his teenage years but the reaction to being confronted by a beautiful woman who was looking back at him. He smiled and saw his deep red lips smiling back. His eyes then moved down to take in the outfit. Thanks to shapewear, he had some definition to his waist and hips and, as he turned sideways, he saw that he had boobs! And legs! The stilettos had reshaped his legs and, with the lower hem of his dress hanging a couple of inches above his knees, his legs had taken on a distinctly feminine profile. He turned to Jane and simply said, "Thank you." Jane just smiled and left the room leaving Chris to carry on admiring himself in the mirror. ------ "Christine. It's time to go!" The sound of Jane calling from downstairs snapped Chris out of his daydream. Taking one last look in the mirror, he carefully made his way downstairs on the unfamiliar heels to the hallway where Jane was waiting for him wearing an identical outfit. "You look amazing," said Chris. "So do you, darling," replied Jane before adding, "Even though I do take most of the credit!!" "Shall we go then?" asked Chris. "Yes, but there's a couple of people I'd like you to meet before we leave." Chris went ashen faced. It was one thing going out for dinner dressed as a female with his wife but he definitely wasn't ready to mix with other people. Still, as Jane opened the lounge door and led him in, it was too late for any worries or protestation. As he entered the room, Chris saw two attractive women waiting. Jane spoke. "Christine, you already know Claudine and this is her friend Davina." Head down with embarrassment, Chris held out his hand to shake Davina's." "It's OK," said Davina in a distinctly male voice, "you're in safe hands with us." And then the penny dropped as to who Davina actually was and how many times he and David had talked about anything & everything without ever knowing each other's secret. Chris looked up and laughed and, after Claudine & Davina had finished saying what a beautiful woman Christine was and complimenting Jane on her transformation skills, the four of them stepped into the evening air for what promised to be a memorable night out.