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husband and was amazed at his absolute feminine beauty. His beautifully styled hair, his
perfectly applied makeup, his full red lips all screamed girl. But beyond his face he had
such smooth, shapely legs and beautiful round, firm bottom. But of all his feminine
attributes the most attractive feature of her totally feminized husband was his pinched
Sheila exited the freeway and headed north to the estate where the gala was being
held. She turned through the arched entry, the wrought iron gate was open, and drove to
the front of the huge house. Sheila brought her car to a stop and glanced at her husband,
“You look wonderful,” Sheila, said, “you’ll be the best looking woman at the
party.”
“You’re not really in costume though,” Geoff said. “A tuxedo is not really a
“Well, this is a formal dance, and you’re in Miss Ginger Rogers satins, and I’m in
a Fred Astaire tuxedo, what could be better?” Sheila smiled at her husband. “Now you
Geoff opened the door as a young man walked toward the car. The
tall young man held the door as Geoff negotiated his exit in the short royal
blue dress. He put his high heels on the concrete and stood, turning back to
the car to pick up the wrap and purse left in the seat. The young man
offered his hand as Geoff stepped over the curb, his heels glistening in the
lights from the house. Geoff’s hand was just as feminine as the loveliest debutant to ever
strut her stuff. His finely manicured and painted nails glistened in the light of the entry
chandelier. Sheila pulled away from the curb and Geoff turned and watched her drive
around the corner of the house to where the other cars were parked. The young man
Geoff gulped as he opened his mouth to reply. Is his voice going to sound
feminine? The guys always tease him that he sounds gay. “I’ll wait for her,” he drawled,
the accent was fake but made a more feminine voice he thought. He looked through the
open door and noticed a lot of tuxedos and evening gowns. The fact that there were no
costumes didn’t register as he turned to see his wife come around the corner. He walked
toward the parking lot and then turned pacing back to the other side of the entry sidewalk.
It seemed to take forever for Sheila to return. Habitually he turned his wrist to look at his
watch, but it wasn’t there. In its place was a tennis bracelet filled with fake diamonds and
As Sheila rounded the corner of the huge house Geoff watched her and new
immediately that there was something different in her appearance. She was taller
although in the dim light at that part of the house he could not determine what was new.
As she came into the light Geoff was shocked. She wasn’t wearing the Fedora or the
man’s dance shoes. The necktie was replaced with the frills of a white woman’s blouse.
She clicked along in three-inch heels making her the same height as her husband. The
slicked-back male wig she had donned to cover her blonde hair was gone and her golden
locks now cascaded over her shoulders. “What’s going on?” there was panic in Geoff’s
through the front door. “Surprise,” she whispered, “you’re the only one in costume.”
Geoff felt his heart rate explode, panic started to take hold. “Just calm down,” Sheila
continued, “you look like a girl, you can act like a girl, heck, you even sound like a girl
with your little Texas accent. The only people you know at this party are the Peterson’s
and Connie and Mike.” The Peterson’s are Geoff and Sheila’s neighbors and Connie is
Sheila’s sister with her husband. Sheila had let all of them in on the scheme and all were
anxious to see Geoff in his “en femme” attire. “You have a choice, you can be Geoff, my
husband, living out all of his ‘cross dressing’ fantasies with the help of his wife who has
found out all about his alter ego,” Sheila’s voice dropped an octave as she made the
statement, “or you can be my cousin Ellen visiting from Dallas and taking Geoff’s place
at this little affair,” her voice returned to it’s normal lilt. “But you better make your
Geoff was stunned. His head was spinning. Across the room he saw a tall,
redheaded woman walking toward them. “Sheila,” she spoke from the middle of the
huge room, “I am so glad you were able to come.” Her voice was piercing and Geoff felt
like all eyes turned toward them as she spoke. Actually, few even noticed, “and where is
your husband?”
Sheila looked quickly to Geoff; he knew she would “out him” if he didn’t make a
“Oh, he had to travel,” Sheila did the air kiss thing with Donna Covington, the
cities social goddess and the hostess for the evening. “This is Geoff’s cousin, Ellen, from
Dallas.” The lie was told, the groundwork laid, for the evening Geoff would be an
“Don’t you look cute in your little tuxedo, and you dear are a glory in that little
dress. I am so glad you could make it. Your sister and her friends are all here, they are
out on the patio, I think near the bar.” Donna giggled a rather unattractive giggle and
pointed to the large windows at the end of the room. She turned to
following his wife as she cut through the crowd. There were probably
* * * * *
A month earlier the invitation had come in the mail. Sheila had found it among
the bills and other important junk that arrives everyday. The idea hit immediately to
“doctor” the invitation and create the perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone.
A year before Geoff had embarrassed his wife terribly. They were on vacation in Mexico
when they went to a clothing optional beach. Sheila had been talking about going topless
but decided she didn’t have the nerve to walk around with her breasts exposed to the
world. The two had gone into the water and while “wrestling around” with Geoff he
popped the clasp of her bra and in a flash she was topless, although under the water. He
left the water and walked up to the hotel, the bra in hand, leaving his wife in the water.
He walked by their towels and snapped them up as he went. Additional towels were
available on the patio, but Sheila would have to navigate the other beach goers, many of
whom were topless, some totally nude and then go to the patio to pick up another towel.
It took the better part of thirty minutes for her to muster the courage to leave the
water. She didn’t want to highlight her embarrassment by covering herself as she walked
across the sand but she also wanted to hide her breasts from the world. She left the water
and the breeze chilled her and she new her nipples were hardening and becoming more
erect. She walked across the beach toward the hotel and noticed Geoff standing on the
balcony of their room, camera in hand. She picked up her pace as she approached the
patio and panicked as she realized the boy with the towels was gone. There was a crowd
of people on the patio by the bar, all of them fully dressed. She frantically looked for
terrycloth and found none. Suddenly the boy appeared and she asked for a towel. In
broken English and with palms up he told her he was out of towels. She was dry by now
and knew she would have to return to her room with breasts exposed. This was not
unheard of at the hotel, but most women dressed before entering the lobby.
Sheila walked into the hotel, across the lobby and toward the elevators. The doors
were open and she didn’t want to run as they started to close because of the inherent
bounce she would experience. Likewise, she did not want to have to wait for the next car.
She raised her voice slightly to the occupants of the elevator, “hold the elevator please.”
A hand reached out and the door was held. As she approached her heart sank. The car
had a least ten people, all men, all in business suits. Sheila flushed as she approached the
elevator and entering she turned her back to the group wearing only the bottom of her
bikini. She asked that the forth floor button be pushed and as she looked at the buttons
she realized that the car would stop at every floor. On each floor she was jostled about
and even had to exit once to allow a big man and his suitcase to leave. Each man gawked
at her as they passed and most turned to look as the doors closed. At each floor there
were passengers waiting for the down elevator so as the doors opened she would be
standing there in all her glory. When she finally reached the forth floor she walked
directly to their room and pounded on the door. Geoff opened it and jumped back
expecting flailing arms to greet him. “I’ll get you back for that, just you wait!” she
hissed. “You will regret you ever embarrassed me like that you son-of-a-bitch.”
A week before receiving the invitation Sheila was surfing the Internet. The
computer was going slow so she went in to clean out some memory. One of the sites
caught her eye as she dumped files and she halted the process. She opened the site and
was shocked. It was a series of photos of men dressed as women some of them quite
passable others leaving much to be desired. She opened another and found similar
material. She spent the next hour looking through the history of the resent Internet
activity, tracking the sites visited by the only other user, her husband Geoff. She
wondered why he was so intrigued with men in dresses, she thought that he might be gay
and so she read some of the material, learning about men that like to cross dress. Sheila
knew better than to confront her husband with her find. She knew that he would make up
an excuse and just hide what he was looking for in some fashion. One of the articles
suggested that Geoff might be either wearing Sheila’s clothes or hiding women’s clothes
of his own. She started searching. She looked in the back of closets, under beds and in
the garage; nothing. She went to garden shed and found no hiding places. She checked
the attic, the spare bedroom and in every nook and cranny in the house and found
The phone rang and Sheila’s sister, Connie was on the line. They talked for a few
minutes and Sheila asked if she could go to her sister’s house for a cup of coffee. Upon
her arrival the sisters talked about generally nothing until Sheila dropped the bomb. She
told Connie what she had found on the Internet and asked her older sister if she thought
there was any cause for concern. Connie got up from the kitchen table and taking her
sister by the hand the two women walked out to the garage. Connie took a large plaid
suitcase from the shelf and laying it flat on the hood of her car they found that it was
locked. “Geoff left this here about six months ago. He comes and gets it about once a
The two women pulled at the lock on the large case checking the zipper but it was
sound. Sheila noticed a small rip in the fabric of the case and poking two fingers into the
case feeling the fabric of some kind of clothing inside. Maneuvering her fingers to get a
hold on the fabric she gave a slight pull and out popped the unmistakable strap of a bra.
Sheila’s heart sank. “Oh my god!” she gasped looking at her sister. Connie turned for a
pair of scissors. The women cut a larger slit in the fabric of the suitcase and proceeded to
empty the contents. Panties, bras, hose, garter belts all in the most beautiful fabrics. There
was a white blouse and pink flowery dress and six pairs of shoes. Sheila was crying as
she pulled each article of clothing. Then the two began to spontaneously laugh as they
realized that Geoff had prettier lingerie than Sheila. They painstakingly replaced the
clothing and with some black thread they repaired the hole in the side of the suitcase. For
the next few hours they scanned the Internet learning as much as possible about men that
enjoyed dressing like women. Sheila created her plan to pay her husband back for the
Adding “Costume Ball” to the invitation was easy. Sheila did the same thing to
her sister’s invitation and the one received by her friend and neighbor Carla Peterson.
When Geoff came home from work Sheila began spinning her web. Little did Geoff
When Geoff arrived home everything seemed normal. Sheila had a nice dinner
ready and the table talk was like any other night. “We got an invitation to a party at the
“Their parties are always so boring.” Geoff replied putting a fork full of salad in
“I remember you and Mike had a bit too much to drink,” she quipped, “I
remember that. It should be more fun this year though, it’s a costume party.”
“Really, that might be fun, are Connie and Mike invited again?” Geoff asked.
A few days went by and Sheila brought up the topic of costumes but did not
suggest Geoff going as a woman. Geoff made some suggestions but she could tell they
were not his top choice. Then on a sunny Sunday afternoon while shopping at the local
mall Sheila saw the perfect dress for her husband to wear to the party. “I have a
marvelous idea,” she said. “Donna’s party’s are always gala affairs, right?” she kept
talking without waiting for an answer. “We’ll go as Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers.”
“That’s kind of silly,” Geoff replied. “We wear a tux and evening gown. What
went as Ginger?” the hook was baited. Sheila’s voice was excited and she scanned her
husbands face to see his reaction. She could tell he was instantly agreeable but she
Geoff was more into cross-dressing than Sheila expected. He said nothing for a
few minutes but then said, “that might be kind of fun. Do you think we could do that.”?
“Oh Geoff, we could have a ball.” Sheila continued with the excitement. “I’ll bet
a million bucks we could make you into a beautiful Ginger.” She made small talk about
“transforming” her husband off and on during the rest of the day; by dinner they had
During the next week Sheila started the early stages of the transformation. One
evening she brought up the subject of dress size. Geoff’s 5’9” one hundred forty-five
pound frame was perfect to change from male to female. His hands and feet were not big
at all for a man, his legs were not muscular and most of all his voice was always a bit on
the effeminate side. He was always being confused for the “lady of the house” when he
answered the telephone, and once in a while his friends would tease him about having a
girls voice. “I wonder what size dress you’d wear,” Sheila asked, knowing full well that
“I don’t know, what do you think, you’re the dress expert,” he replied half
Sheila took the lead, “come with me.” She grabbed him by the hand and pulled
him into the bedroom. “Take your clothes off,” Sheila commanded as she went into the
closet. She rummaged around for a minute and brought out three dresses. Geoff was in
his socks and briefs. “This is a ten,” she said handing him a red sleeveless sheath dress.
“I just want to get the size,” she replied wishing she could just ask what size he
was hiding in the suitcase at her sister’s house. But he slipped the dress over his head and
shimmied to allow the fabric to cascade over his hips and down his legs. She moved
behind him to zip up the dress and as she did it was obvious he had done this before but
Sheila said nothing. She was disappointed that the dress was a bit big on him; it was a bit
tight on her. The next one was a size eight, light blue with a fuller skirt and much tighter
bodice. As he slipped the dress on he glanced at his bottom and for a brief instant the
fullness of the skirt spinning around his legs made him look very feminine for a brief
instant. He turned his back to his wife silently asking her to zip it up for him. This one fit
considerably tighter but was certainly not overly tight on his slight frame. Pushing the
envelope Sheila handed Geoff her favorite “little black dress.” It fit tight on her and she
now wanted to see if he would even try it on. He didn’t flinch a bit. He took the dress
from his wife and stepped into it wiggling all the while to get the dress pulled up over his
torso. It was too tight; Sheila was elated and let her husband know it. “I would have been
really mad if you could get into that.” She laughed slightly; Geoff just smiled standing in
the black outfit. Sheila couldn’t help but notice the slight bulge in the front of the dress;
The dress she wanted for her husband was in a local shop but she knew getting the
correct size was going to be difficult. Bringing it home for a trial might not be possible
and trying it on in the store could be a giveaway. Nonetheless on Saturday morning the
two went to the mall with buying the dress their goal. As they entered the store Sheila
walked right to the rack of dresses she had eyed the week before. It was deep royal blue
satin with black lace around the peasant shoulders and black embroidery around the hem.
She could tell by looking that the slightly full skirt would be short on her husband,
possibly too short for the occasion. She was relying on his naiveté as to the proper length
She selected three dresses from the rack and headed for the dressing room. As she
approached the clerk handed her a number indicating the number of garments Sheila had.
She disappeared into the back room dresses in hand. After a few minutes she called to
the clerk and asked that she get her husband. On command Geoff went to the room and
as the two had agreed he went back to the rack and retrieved a different size. He returned
to the dressing room and called to his wife that he had the new size. Sheila called out to
the clerk asking that her husband bring the dresses back to her. Of course the clerk
agreed and Geoff headed for the dressing room. In the seclusion of the dressing room
Geoff removed his clothes and began to try on the pretty blue dress. The first one, the
size 8 was too tight in the bodice, but the 10 was perfect. Sheila was actually
disappointed that the fitting went so fast, but Geoff slipped his pants and shirt back on
and exited the dressing room wandering the shop until his wife emerged with the outfit.
Once again, she noticed the bulge of excitement as he removed the dress and stood in his
briefs.
The next stop was for shoes that went much faster. Like the dress, Sheila had
made Geoff try on a pair of her shoes and they were just a bit too tight. She knew that a
nine and a half would fit him well enough. They went to two or three stores before
finding the exact shoes Sheila wanted; very pretty sandals with three-inch heels. Geoff
was not sure he liked the shoes but he went along with his wife’s decision.
When the couple got home Sheila asked her husband to model the outfit and
without hesitation he went to the bedroom to change. He came out in just a few minutes
in the dress and shoes and walked like he had been in heels all his life. Sheila was
amazed that her husband could walk so comfortably in the shoes, but she said nothing.
The dress looked fantastic, except at the waist where it was considerably more snug than
Sheila remembered from the store trial. She saw clearly that he really did not have the
waist or the hips of a woman, it was also a bit short, but for Sheila the dress was perfect.
Geoff was not a “hairy” man but she could see that his legs needed some work and his
Sheila planned on a very tight corset for his waist and some pads for his bottom to
give him a more feminine figure. A trip to her favorite salon was also in the plans and
Geoff would be shocked when his naturally shaggy hair was given a feminine cut and
perm complete with extensions. She also inspected numerous Ginger Rogers photos and
was sure that if her husband balked at the short skirt she could convince him that it was
Geoff had the body of a long distance runner. His legs were strong but not
muscular, his body had very little if any fat because of his strict regiment of running and
“I’ve got something for you,” Sheila came in from a Friday afternoon of shopping
and passed Geoff sitting at the kitchen table heading for the bedroom. She carried two or
three packages one of which was a pink and white candy striped bag, the distinctive
“What’s in the bags?” Geoff started to poke into the Victoria’s Secret bag but it
“Tomorrow is your first dress up day, you’ll find out in the morning.”
been thrilled from the beginning when he first found out about the costume party but it
Sheila was busy in the bathroom the next morning and Geoff lay on the bed
cradling his head in his hands as he lay looking at her shadow on the bathroom wall. He
rolled to his side and once again started to peek into the VS bag and as if she had a
camera watching his every move she spoke from the bathroom, “you stay out of those
Sheila came out of the bathroom carrying a host of bottles. Geoff did not have
time to inventory the assortment because she immediately commanded him “take off your
clothes and then lay back and close your eyes.” As he lowered his head back down onto
the pillow his palms still behind his head “so what’s the big secret, Vicky?” an obvious
“You’ll find out,” she reached into the bag and removed black satin sleeping
mask. Slipping it over his head and securing it over his eyes, “now you won’t be tempted
to peek.” Geoff tensed a bit with his eyes blindfolded but relaxed almost as quickly as he
felt his wife’s hand gently move her hand over his chest and down to his stomach. “This
is going to feel cool on your skin,” she told him as she began to spray his chest and
stomach.
It did feel cool, and it smelled wonderful. “What is that,” he asked, “it smells
great.” The fragrance was sugar cookies, warm vanilla and spices.
“Just lie still.” Sheila took a set of headphones from the night stand and placing
them on her husbands’ ears she plugged him into a favorite CD.
Geoff lay on the bed looking into the semi-darkness of the sleep mask and then
felt the spray again, this time it was on his genitals and down legs to his knees. The
fragrance once again wafted to his nostrils and he liked it. For the next twenty minutes
Sheila sprayed his body every few minutes first his chest and stomach, then his genital
area and his upper legs, then his lower legs and finally his arms. Geoff fought the urges
as long as he could but as she held his penis in her fingers he could fight no longer; he
went to full attention as she sprayed and rubbed his erect dick. When she finished she
started sponge bathing him with a dampened terrycloth towel. She followed the same
pattern as the spraying, rubbing every inch of his body with the towel and quite clearly
returning it to a basin of water after every pass. As she toweled his penis he started to get
hard again but she seemed oblivious to his excitement, she continued to massage his skin
in a gentle circular motion. Before moving to his upper legs she once again sprayed his
genitals but then continued on her downward journey rubbing first his left leg then his
right. When she finished his arms she returned to his scrotum and once finished she
rolled him over and repeated the ritual on his back buttocks and both legs. The massage
took almost an hour and Geoff wasn’t sure if he had dozed off during the process or not
but he now felt totally relaxed and ready for sex. Sheila did not have that in her plans.
Lifting the right earphone “now I want you to lie perfectly still,” she whispered
the command. “This is going to feel very strange but you’ll love it when I’m done,
okay?” He felt her finger rub under his nose and he suddenly smelled the most intense
“What’s that?”
Doctors and nurses have long used peppermint oil to mask unpleasant odors in the
hospital and Sheila was using it to cover the distinct odor of the spirit gum she was about
to use on her husband. There was a momentary sting as the glue penetrated the pores
where Geoff’s hair had previously been. The vanilla spray that he had enjoyed so much
was, in fact, a depilatory spray, and now complete Geoff was completely hairless.
Sheila applied the glue to his chest and although it felt cool on his skin and with a
slight sting not being able to see and without benefit of the odor it was impossible for him
to deduce what was happening. The glue had to cure for five minutes. Geoff lay quietly
When the five minutes were up she removed from their box two perfectly formed
‘B’ cup prosthetic breasts. She placed the first onto her husband’s chest and pressing
firmly she flattened the latex against his skin. She paid close attention to the top edges
and worked to blend the thin rubbery substance into his real flesh. It took a while for her
to complete the process and although she could see the line, she knew that with some
properly placed makeup even from as little as a few feet away it would be difficult to tell
where the real flesh stopped and the fake began. She completed the second breast in half
the time and then stood back to see her work. Perfect!
She knew that when he sat up Geoff would know what she had done. She also
knew that his desire to dress like a woman would make him proud to see the
transformation of his chest and so she slipped the headphones off and said, “Okay, you
Geoff sat up, sleep mask still in place and could tell in an instant what his wife
had done. He took the mask off and looked down. In his mind there was a rush of
emotions, all the feelings a man who had cross dressed since he was seventeen had
burst out with indignation, should he cry at the shear delight of seeing himself like that.
“You’re going a bit overboard, don’t you think?” his voice was void of emotion, but she
“Oh come on,” she teased, “you’ve always wanted tits and you know it.” She
caught herself in the tease. Did she just give it away? Will he realize that she knows his
secret?
“I’ve always thought of myself as a double D kind of guy,” his voice gave away
It was then that he realized that he was hairless. He looked down noticing the
lack of foliage around his now tiny looking prick. “What have you done?” his voice
“Yes you are,” she took him by the hand and stood him up. “And now we’re
going to harness those bodacious ta-ta’s of yours. She walked him to the mirror that
stood in the corner of their room. She had placed a vanity bench in front of the mirror
and Geoff sat in front of it looking at his new equipment. Sheila went into the Victoria’s
Secret bag again this time she took out a pair of black silk panties. They were smoother
than any of the briefs in Geoff’s underwear drawer and probably of better quality than all
of his plaid suitcase collection put together. They were trimmed in black lace and had a
tiny red rose just below his navel. They were cut above his hips and although not nearly
a thong, the panties did not cover his butt. He took the panties and slipped his left leg
then his right into them. He hesitated just an instant and then realizing that girls would
put on panties the same way boy put on briefs he stood up and pulled them as high as he
could. There was a slight bulge in the front and Sheila quickly moved into position to
correct the masculine giveaway. She slipped her hand into his panties from both the front
and the rear. Pushing down with her left hand she reached between his legs and taking
the tip of his cock in her thumb and fore finger she pushed it between his legs, the bulge
was gone. Then she handed him the matching bra. She stood back a step and waited as
He had done this plenty of times on his own, but never with breasts in the way;
actually, never with breasts to put into a bra. He struggled for a moment, holding the
latex gingerly in one hand as if not to break it and then switching hands to complete the
task with the other breast. When he had the breasts nicely encased he looked at himself
in the mirror and then realized that he had not clasped the bra. He reached behind his
back, but quickly realized that he had screwed up. He was unable to connect the two
ends of the strap. Sheila stepped forward again and turning him slightly she took the two
ends of the strap, one in each hand, and connected the bra. Geoff watched himself in the
mirror from the neck down he was a girl. “Wow,” he said, “that’s a lot of work.”
“You’re not done,” she handed her husband a matching black garter belt. Geoff
slipped the garter around his waist and hooked it, turning it so that the
clasps went to the back. She handed Geoff a pair of shear black hose
and watched as he put them on. His fingers touching the fabric every
so lightly, guiding them over his toes, up his calves and coming to rest
midway up his thigh. She was amazed as he briefly fumbled with the
straps and quickly clasped the hose to the garter. He was done. “So,
He stood in the mirror, his eyes focused on the breasts, “I look like one of those
she-males that forgot to put on her makeup,” he mused. But she could see a slight rise
“Well look down, or can’t you see between your legs with your tits in the way,”
she teased.
She went to the closet and pulled out a dusty pair of patent leather pumps with
five inch heels. “Do you think you can wear them?”
Geoff sat on the stool and turning his knees in a most feminine manner he slipped
first his right and then his left foot into the shoes. They were tight, but he was able to get
them on. He wobbled just slightly as he stood, he’d never been this much taller than his
wife. What an odd circumstance to finally be looking down on her. “I want you to wear
these whenever your at home until the party. Remember we’ll be dancing together and
Sheila left the room for an instant, returning with a digital camera.
He smiled coyly, placing his hands on his hips, bending his right
leg at the knee and leaned back. She snapped the picture, someday he’d
“Ginger and Fred.” Geoff didn’t notice that Sheila really didn’t seem to be paying much
attention to her own costume, but was spending significant time planning for Geoff’s
adventure into the femme world. She watched him every night get more and more steady
on the spike heels. Every night he would put the lingerie on tucking the fake tits into
place and every morning the lingerie was all washed and neatly put away in Geoff’s top
drawer, a circumstance that made him smile every morning as he got dressed.
A week before the party Sheila came home with a new toy for her husband.
Before dinner she called him back to the bedroom and once again told him to strip.
Anticipating more fun like the previous adventure he was naked in a heartbeat. Sheila
was not surprised to find that he had continued to keep his body hairless. She knew he
was shaving his legs and underarms every morning and keeping a close watch on his
pubic hair. The depilatory she used was kept in the cabinet under the sink, Geoff knew
She took a beautiful silky garment from the bag and Geoff knew in an instant that it was a
corset. He had seen them a hundred times on the internet. He had fantasized about what
it would be like to wear one. He knew that tonight would be the night that he would find
out. This corset was different though? He had never seen one quite like it. And then he
realized why it was different. This was more than just a waist cincher. This garment had
a built in panty and was constructed in such a manner that once in it, it would not ride up
on the torso but rather stay in place being held by the panty. Geoff stepped into the
garment and turned his back toward his wife. Sheila began to lace it from the back, Geoff
knew he was in serious trouble. It took almost thirty minutes for Sheila to lace the corset
from bottom to top. She would tighten a bit then lace a bit, tighten then lace and then
When she finished she had her husband turn around. The color had left his face
“Barely.”
The Saturday of the big party had finally arrived. During that week Geoff had
finally been able to see Sheila in her costume and was impressed with how much like
Fred Astaire she could make herself. The couple ate a light breakfast and not long after
Sheila found Geoff tinkering with an old clock in the hobby room. “Well,” she
Geoff was really a bit shocked. The party started a 7:00 and he thought 5 hours of
preparation might be a bit much. “What are you talking about? It’s not even 2:00.” He
was really anticipating the chance to go out in drag, but he also was not expecting to have
“We have to go out for a while,” Sheila said “I have one more surprise for you.”
Geoff could not imagine what else she could possibly have in store for him. They
had been shopping together sneaking into dressing rooms and trying on dresses together.
She had removed every hair below his scalp and dolled him up in his own Victoria’s
Secret complete with his ‘B’ cup boobs. He had been corseted and high heeled he could
Sheila drove and in less than 10 minutes Geoff knew where they were heading.
They stopped in front of the salon that Sheila had used for years. As the couple
approached the door it opened wide and a beautiful blonde teenager opened the door,
“Just fine Samantha,” Sheila answered, “how are you?” Without waiting for an
answer “is Linda ready for us?” And with that a very tall, very beautiful blonde came
toward Sheila.
“Hello Sheila, we’re ready if you are,” she giggled and turned to look at her next
subject, “you must be Geoff?” She took him by the hand, “come on with me honey we’re
gonna make you so pretty.” Samantha looked from Linda to Geoff and back to Linda and
for the first time (but not the last) Geoff felt embarrassed.
Linda guided Geoff back through a curtain of beads and into a sea of hair dryers,
sinks, and piercing female eyes. Although men were not banned from this inner sanctum
they were very rare and never led by the hand by the proprietor. The two navigated their
way past the eight or ten women in various stages of beatification, through a second
screen of beads and into a small room with what appeared to be a doctors table. In actual
fact it was the waxing room but Geoff was already hairless. Sheila had disappeared but
was now coming through the door with yet another young woman in tow.
“Okay Honey,” the new woman said, “off with your clothes, we can’t do this over
Geoff looked somewhat bewildered at his wife and she merely smiled and told
He took off his shirt revealing his hairless torso and turned to the women. The
new woman smiled, “Honey, take it all off, there’s nothing there I haven’t seen and
hidden before.” After a look from Sheila, Geoff reluctantly removed his pants and after
yet another exchange he dropped his briefs revealing his hairless and somewhat tiny
prick. He was instructed to lie back on the table and in front of all three women he did
as he was told. Lying on his back, his pitiful penis exposed, the three went to work. They
put his breasts on first spending significant time with a liquid product that blended the
fake tits to his real skin tone. The new woman went into a small bag and brought out a
second piece of silicon. The gaffe was designed to cover his penis and leave a mound
that would pass perfectly for a dress up pussy. The gaffe in place Geoff was told to stand
up and once up Sheila presented him with a brand bra and panty, prettier and lacier than
full of women. Geoff’s heart leapt into his throat as they entered but he wasn’t noticed as
they skirted the main room and went to yet another private room. This room had a
comfortable chair with leg and arm rests and yet another young girl, this one with very
large breasts and a sweet face. She was very talkative and Geoff spent the next hour and
twenty minutes having acrylic nails applied to his fingers and a pedicure for his feet.
Geoff lost count of how many times she commented that she had never feminized a man