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Free Pass
by enduringshades
Veronica's story
I have just had the most amazing weekend and I just had to tell you about
it! If you have a secret and if you are thinking about getting married I
just might have an idea for you!
I am bisexual and when I went up to University to study for a biology
degree I spent the first year with a succession of boyfriends and
girlfriends. I am a faithful girl and not a two-timer, so sometimes I was
in a lesbian relationship and sometimes in a straight relationship.
Towards the end of the first year I was dating Andy. He was an
engineering student. We were both taking our first year exams and we did
not spend much time together. When the final term finished I returned
home to work in the family business during the summer vacation. But first
I went on a long-planned holiday to Ibiza with a close group of my old
school friends. It was during this hedonistic fortnight that it dawned on
me that I missed Andy very much and realised he was the one! He was
spending his summer travelling through remote parts of southeast Asia. We
kept in touch but it was very sporadic, as he could rarely access the
internet and then the quality was very poor. But it was enough to keep
our relationship alive.
We were an item throughout the second year. Just after Easter we
discussed living together during our final year and about getting married
after graduation. We both wanted to formalise our decision by getting
engaged. We both had traditional but modern views on marriage.
One Sunday afternoon during a wonderful walk in the countryside we were
sitting on a fallen tree trunk admiring the view when Andy took my hand.
"Veronica," he said, "I love you very much and want to spend the rest of
our lives together, but before we get engaged there is something I need
to tell you. I cannot keep any secrets from you if you are to be my life
partner."
I sat silent for a while looking up at a red kite circling overhead and
then turned to Andy and said, "I agree, I have a secret too and I have
been agonising on how and when I should tell you. So here goes, I am
bisexual, I like girls as well as boys. I have never been with anyone
else, boy or girl, since we started dating and I have no doubt that I
want to spend the rest of our lives together. But you need to know,
because one day you might catch me looking at an attractive woman or we
may bump into one of my ex-girl friends and she is less than discreet."
Andy looked surprised. "I wasn't expecting that! But it makes no
difference to my love and commitment to you. I have an idea, let me mull
it over and I'll tell you later."
The following day we met for lunch in the refectory. During our
conversation Andy brought up my bisexualty. "As part of our wedding
vowels I want to include a free pass for you. During the week before our
wedding anniversary, you have my blessing to spend time with somebody
else to satisfy any latent need you have that our marriage cannot
satisfy. I have in mind you having a date with a woman, but it could be
another man. You do not need to tell me who or where and I won't ask what
happened. All I want is that we spend our anniversary together. And, of
course, you do not get another free pass until a year later!"
I was taken aback with his generous and unexpected offer and realised he
must really care for me, just the man I want to marry. I don't think I
would ever need to use my free pass, but I agreed to it being part of our
wedding vowels as a mark of our respect for each other.
We both graduated and we did get married. The free pass 'clause' of our
wedding vowels was not part of the ceremony, but something we exchanged
between ourselves when we consecrated the marriage. I insisted Andy also
had a free pass.
A year later. "Hi girlfriend, I was wondering if you are up for an
evening of sapphic passion?" I had missed having a romantic evening with
a woman and decided to use my free pass.
Annabel replied, "Are you sure? I thought you were happily married to
Andy?"
"Oh yes, yes I am sure, and yes I am still married and very much so!" I
replied. "He has given me a free pass to date anybody I want and not to
tell. So do you want to join me for a date?"
"Provided it doesn't cause you any problems with Andy, then yes I would
love to. I have had the hots for you since we went out together during
our first year at university." We made arrangements to meet on the
Saturday night before the anniversary. I decided to book a hotel room and
made a dinner reservation in the hotel's restaurant. I was intending not
to go home until the following day as who knows where things might lead.
The day arrived. I packed my case and a garment bag with the cocktail
dress I had specially bought for the occasion. I gave Andy a passionate
kiss and told him. "Enjoy yourself for the rest of the day. I do not
expect to be home until late tomorrow morning. I will not phone or send
you a message, except in an emergency of course."
Andy was quite excited. "You enjoy yourself too and don't do anything I
wouldn't do!" He helped me into the car and waved me off as I drove off
with heightened expectations.
Andy's story
When Veronica turned the corner and disappeared I went back into the
house, fixed myself a drink and went up to the guest bedroom. I had been
preparing for this day ever since Veronica told me she was going to take
her free pass and would be away for tonight. I also had plans for a
number of firsts for me. Today would be the first time I would fully
dress as a woman and the first time on my own in public. And tonight will
be my first date presenting as a woman.
I had disposed of the few girl's clothes I had collected before I went to
University. Sharing a student flat or living in a Hall of Residence did
not seem to be ideal for crossdressing or for keeping secret stashes. So
I had to start from scratch and I spent many hours researching sites for
crossdressing and women's apparel. I watched an endless stream of YouTube
videos and practiced, practiced, practiced. I bought some cheap clothes
to confirm my sizing and the suitability of various styles. I had a
number of sessions with a dressing service catering for the trans
community and bought some specialist items from them.
After a number of dress rehearsals, literally, I built up my confidence
and improved my presentation of a woman, I was ready. I managed to
accomplish all this without Veronica expecting anything. I was now ready
for the real thing. Then I wasn't so sure, but I couldn't back out now!
Veronica was not due back home until tomorrow. I intended to take
advantage to extend my enfemme experience and bought some nightwear and a
skirt, top and shoes to wear in the morning. I decided to take an
overnight bag with me tonight just in case!
My next task was to have a close shave. I used my usual electric shaver
first and then went over a second time with this two-head razor that was
recommended to give, with some downward pressure, a really close shave.
Once I had shaved, I ran a bath adding one of Veronica's fragrant bath
salts. I then shaved my body all over, wondering what she will think.
When I finished, I got out, there was no time to wallow, applied a lotion
and examined myself in the mirror.
I was an average size man, not short or slender, but not too tall or
heavily built. As a woman, I am taller than average and heading to a plus
size. But fortunately I am of a size that's generally available on the
high street.
My dress was low cut intending to show cleavage. So I went about creating
my own by using tape to pull the flesh on my chest together to form a
cleavage. I slipped on a pair of knickers and matching bra and inserted a
pair of breast forms. With some adjustment I was now the proud owner of a
realistic looking cleavage with a suggestion of swelling breasts. Well
that is what it looked and felt like!
The next two items completed the creation of a body of a woman. I had
bought a control brief with hip and bottom pads and a cincher from the
dressing service to achieve that all important femine waist. Once I had
these garments on and adjusted I was showing convincing curves in all the
right places. The control brief kept my tackle in check and flattened my
tummy to some extent. Not as much as I would like, but I had to admit
showing a little tummy with a tight skirt can look quite sexy and is
quite common nowadays. I opened a new packet of sheer black tights and
carefully pulled a pair on.
Now I felt like a woman, but before I put on my dress it was time for my
make up. After all that practice using video tutorials, I was quite
pleased with the outcome. I am sure there was more potential to feminise
my look, but then I could go too far and give the game away. I trimmed my
eyebrows to improve their shape, but did not thin them; I wanted them to
remain looking natural as Andy.
I then did my nails. I had been letting them grow over the last month and
nobody noticed. I gently shaped and varnished them to match my lipstick.
I had what I thought was a set of natural and femine nails that helped to
elongate my fingers, but did not pose any problems for me getting used to
stick-on talons.
Now I was ready for my dress. I had chosen a mauve bodyform lace dress
with capped sleeves taking the emphasis away from my more manly
shoulders. The dress fell just to just above my knees but the lace was
layered over a lining that stopped mid calf. The bodice and the lace
pattern allowed a tantalising glimpse of my cleavage. The dress was not
tight but did show off my enhanced figure without any unsightly curves.
And the almond coloured bra straps could only be seen close up through
the lace.
I had bought a thin gold coloured chain bracelet. I had decided to wear
my wedding ring. We had chosen matching gold rings, so the style would
suit both a man or woman. I bought a sparkling diamante ring to wear next
to my wedding ring. I wanted to make it clear that I was married and our
date would just be for tonight.
Although it was summer, I decided to play safe and bought a cropped open
jacket with three quarter length sleeves. I chose black in case I had the
opportunity to wear it again with a different dress. And of course, I
needed a bag. I bought a plain bag in black. It had a chain strap which I
removed so I could carry it as a clutch. I put the strap into the
overnight bag, so I could wear the bag over my shoulder if I need to do
so in the morning. However tempting, I had to keep my total spend in
mind.
However, shoes had been a different matter. What I wanted to wear during
the evening would look out of place and be impractical during the day.
Before buying any shoes I had carefully measured my foot and using size
guides went and bought a plain pair of court shoes with a two inch heel.
I am glad I did because I found the shoes too loose, although with
practice I thought I might be able to cope. I decided to buy my day shoes
first. I went for one size smaller but with a wide fitting. When I got
home and tried them on they were a perfect fit. I was chuffed.
So now for the evening shoes. After some practice with the two inch heel
shoes, I had used cotton wool to pad them out, I had settled on a pair of
three inch stiletto heels. They would be exciting to wear without undue
attention. They were court shoes in black, to complement my bag and
dress, but more importantly black styles were more readily available.
I slipped on the shoes and checked myself out in the mirror. I was rather
taken aback. Although I was confident I wouldn't look like a man in a
dress after my experiences with the dressing service I did not expect,
dressed to the nines, that the woman in the mirror would appear so
attractive, well to me anyway. Clearly I wouldn't stand up to close
scrutiny, but I was now more confident I would pass tonight.
One last thing, I hadn't planned to but I decided to wear a fragrance. I
went into our bedroom and had a look at Veronica's perfume selection. I
choose a heavily promoted one thinking it should be cheaper. Her more
expensive ones? Well I'm not worth it!
I was on time (well I am a man) for the taxi I had booked. Again I was
having second thoughts, but I grabbed my jacket and bag, plucked up my
courage and headed down the short path to where the taxi was waiting,
pulling my overnight case behind me. The driver opened the car door and
took my case and placed it in the boot. I turned in to sit on the seat
and brought my legs in together keeping my head down. Success! I had been
practicing with my car, wearing a tight skirt and heels and a wig. I was
worried that I may look like a man getting in a car or I might dislodge
my wig, even worse. The driver knew my destination so off we went.
The driver was very quiet, to my relief, but he kept checking me out in
his rear view mirror. Has he recognised me as a man in drag? Or was he
ogling my cleavage? Or was he curious how a man had a cleavage? I didn't
know and I don't think I wanted to. But at least there were no
embarrassing moments.
When we arrived, I took some pound notes from my bag to pay the driver,
rounded up to include a generous tip given his gentlemanly behaviour. I
took my case from him and entered the lobby with an air of a confident
woman and went to reception to leave my case. I didn't notice anyone
looking at me, because I didn't look. I didn't hear any sniggering or
whispering. So far so good.
I was clicking my way across the foyer's marble floor towards the lounge
bar, where I had arranged to meet my companion for the evening before we
went through for dinner, when a man approached me with a welcoming smile
holding a bunch of a dozen of newly budded red roses, although it could
be eleven as he was also wearing one in his lapel. He was quite handsome,
a little taller than me in my heels, trim with greying temples giving him
a distinguished look. He was wearing a smart suit and a tie, complying
with the restaurant dress code, but he wore the suit as if it would have
been his natural choice anyway.
"Hi, you must be Andrea," he said now with a charming smile. Calling me
Andrea confused me for a moment.
"Sorry, I'm And..., Annabel," I replied.
For a moment he looked crestfallen, he lowered the roses and then, now
with an apologetic smile said. "Oh I am sorry. I am meeting someone
called Andrea. Enjoy your evening!"
I returned the smile. "No worries. I will, and I hope your evening goes
well." I then continued to the lounge bar. I looked around and didn't
recognise anyone so I headed for a free table with two armchairs to wait.
I carefully sat down for the first time in public, remembering all I had
practiced, smoothing my skirt, keeping my legs together. I sat upright
proudly perched on the seat keeping my legs at an angle, to allow for my
heels, with my hands together on my lap with my bag.
So far so good and I had enjoyed walking through the lounge. I had been
practicing walking and the heels and the tight dress helped me to avoid
more manly strides. I had not attracted any attention, most of the women
were wearing stylish dresses so I did fit in.
It wasn't long before I saw a woman in her twenties enter the lounge. She
looked around and after a second look, smiled to herself, and headed for
my table. "Annabel?" she asked, now grinning.
"Yes," I murmured and stood up instinctively (was that a male response?).
We air kissed (that was my emerging female persona) and looked at each
other. She was amazing. Her long blond hair was gathered over one
shoulder and she looked very fit (my male personna again).
She was wearing a LBD that ended mid thigh. The dress was off-the-
shoulder and cut to show a deep cleavage and swelling breasts. I looked
down at my illusional, tantalising breasts with pride, I looked over at
her natural, inviting breasts with passion. She wore silver sandals with
5 inch narrow heels. At least I wouldn't tower over her quite so much!
She just wore a simple diamond bracelet, no diamante in sight. I am glad
I made the right call and did not overdo the jewellery.
"I like your perfume, it is one of my favourites," she said with a grin.
I replied sheepishly, "that's nice of you to say," my face flushing.
"I've been so looking forward to meeting you, Annabel." She placed her
hand on mine. "Let's skip the drinks and go straight through to the
restaurant. It is my treat." She was excited and set off immediately. I
was still holding my bag so I quickly followed her.
We waited to be shown to our table. I unexpectedly found it thrilling
standing there in all my finery. Although presenting as a larger woman, I
did not feel conspicuous but remained anxious of discovery. She whispered
to me, "You certainly don't disappoint! I do love your dress, where did
you get it?"
"John Lewis," I replied. I had spent a long time browsing online and
store websites looking for the right dress. Eventually, I found the one
wanted. However, items viewed online aren't always what you expect. So I
plucked up the courage to visit a John Lewis Department Store in a nearby
town. It took me some time looking for my chosen dress on the shop floor
(why can't all the dresses be together?) that I thought someone might
become suspicious. I did find it eventually and in my size, the quality
and material was as good as I was expecting and there were no surprises.
Of course, the big unknown, would it fit and look good on me? I would
have to wait to find out and I was pleasantly surprised to see that the
style and cut actually flattered in the larger size.
We were shown to our candle-lit table in a secluded part of the
restaurant, clearly requested to put me at ease.
"I do love your engagement ring," she exclaimed, "do you mind if I ask
you how much it is worth? That is if you know."
"Not at all," I replied, "I actually chose it myself, it cost 15." I
bought it for ?15, but maybe 15 could be ?1500? I noticed that she was
also wearing her wedding and engagement rings.
We had a wonderful meal and we talked like we had known each other for
years. It was getting late and she asked. "I am staying here tonight,
would you like to come up to my room for a nightcap?"
"If you are sure it is not too late, then yes I would like that," I
replied. "I have left something at reception. Could I collect it now, to
save doing it later?"
"Of course," she said. "We went to reception and she said to the
concierge, "do you have something for Anabel Singleton?" For a moment, I
thought I had slipped up then I remembered the luggage label said 'A
Singleton as in Andrew. I noticed that she smiled to herself when the
concierge handed me my case.
When we entered her room, there was no night cap offered or any more
chat. She kicked off her shoes and then unzipped my dress with a
predator's grin. I took the hint, and succumbed to my desires, took off
my shoes and started to unzip her dress. As I was slower, she pounced and
helped me off with the dress.
I decided to keep my knickers on as well as my bra and breast forms; to
keep the illusion going. My nether regions and breasts were not part of
the playlist for tonight. I took off the wig, it was not going to stay in
place and by then the lights were out. After all, she did know I was a
man.
Well we were at it most of the night. I took the lead and enjoyed
pleasuring her. I didn't count the number of climaxes. I did get aroused
and came a number of times, I made a mess of my knickers. But the
pleasures for me was to dress and present myself as a woman and to please
another woman in bed. The focus of the sexual pleasures was for her and I
wanted to experience as far as I could making love as a woman.
When it was time to sleep, I undressed completely and removed my make up.
I opened my case and took out a simple chemise in white silk with
matching knickers. It felt wonderful. I wanted to look more like a young
woman and not effeminate.
In the morning I woke to the sensation of her fondling me through my
knickers, that was not part of the agenda but neither of us were
complaining. Fortunately, I had packed another pair of knickers, a girl
can never have enough. The sex was heterosexual, no pretense now, and
lasted longer than usually with Veronica. I hope it was because we were
still high from the intensity and passion of the previous night. I am not
going to describe our play in detail. It was my free fass and it is don't
ask, don't tell.
We finally got up. Fortunately it was Sunday and the hotel breakfast was
open for longer.
I dressed in my new day clothes, I was glad I had brought them. I wore a
white cotton boat neck top with three-quarter length sleeves over a white
camisole together with an abstract pattern calf-length flared skirt and
white trainers, ladies' of course. The skirt had a long belt tied off to
the side in the same pattern. She wore a black T-shirt with cap sleeves
with a pair of white straight trousers, and also white trainers.
We went down to breakfast. When away I would treat myself to a full
English breakfast, but my female persona took over and I settled for a
continental breakfast and enjoyed it.
"We have to check out soon. Do you want to walk around the town or
perhaps do some shopping?" she asked.
"No, let's just go home," I said with a grin.
Author's note: The idea of a "free pass" as a wedding vow was taken from
an episode of the BBC comedy sitcom "Ghosts."
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