Bill Kendall was getting out of the hospital. Just the thought of
leaving the place made him want to hoot and holler for joy, and he
would have if he could. For now though, he was very weak, and it
took considerable energy for him just to bid farewell to the staff
of nurses who had cared for him during the past two months. Two months – it seemed unbelievable, thought Bill as his wife,
Loretta, wheeled him down the corridor. For the first month he had
lost all comprehension of time. He had only vague, dreamlike
memories of people floating in and out of his consciousness;
nurses, doctors, Loretta. Yes, thank goodness for Loretta. Bill
smiled and placed a delicate hand onto hers. He felt how strong her
hand seemed compared to his own. A now familiar feeling washed over
him, one of frailty, weakness. Bill had always gotten by on
strength, the strength of a man who was constantly in control,
always taking charge. The thought of having a wife who was likely
to be stronger than himself for some time to come was difficult for
Bill. He tried not to think about it. Loretta wheeled him outside to a driveway where their red and black
convertible sat waiting. The sunlight seemed incredibly intense to
Bill, and he squinted his eyes while shading them with his hand. “Ouch,” he said. “What’s wrong?” Loretta asked, scared that he had hurt himself
already. “It’s that blasted sunlight,” said Bill, “I’m gonna’ get a headache
unless somebody hits a dimmer switch.” Loretta began to help him into the car. “You poor kid,” she said in her cutest mother to little boy voice,
“Reach in the glove compartment. I should have an old pair of
sunglasses in there somewhere.” “What happened to mine?” Bill asked while fishing through the glove
compartment. “Well, Bill darling, I’m afraid that I sat on them a while back.
They’re history.” Bill turned to her and screwed up his face, “You, you, murderer!” They both burst out laughing, which caused Bill no end of pain due
to his condition, but for now he didn’t mind. He lifted Loretta’s
round framed sunglasses out the glove compartment and gently placed
them over his eyes. The sun was much more bearable now, but he felt
silly wearing them all the same. He flipped down the passenger
mirror as Loretta started up the car. He looked in the mirror. What he saw caused him to forget to breath
for a few seconds. He had indeed lost a great deal of weight, as
his skin seemed to cling to his face, the cheekbones being much
more prominent. His hair had grown out considerably during his stay
and, with the addition of his wife’s glasses he felt that, at first
glance, he looked very much like a woman. Bill stared at this
image. It stirred something inside him. He didn’t really know what
it was. He just felt a warm, tingling sensation for a moment, and
then the moment was gone. “Hello? Earth to Bill,” came Loretta’s voice, snapping him into the
tangible world. “Hi,” he replied nervously. “Hey,” she said with a smile, “you wanna’ beam down? What are you
thinking about?” “Oh, uh,” he fidgeted,” I was just worrying about the business
again.” “Will you cut that out,” said Loretta with an exasperated sigh,
“Dave and I have been taking care of it. you know that. Now just
relax.” Bill looked at her and smiled. She was so good to him, especially
through these past couple of months. He remembered the day that Dr.
Melinda Rand had diagnosed his abdominal pain and drastic weight
loss as cancer. Bill had expected Loretta to fall apart. After all,
they were both only in their late twenties. This just didn’t happen
to people that young. Instead of becoming a wreck, Loretta had
taken immediate action to do what had to be done. she took over the
business for Bill, along with Dave, Bill’s head manager. She had
also managed to keep her job as a sales manager at Arden’s, an
exclusive women’s apparel and cosmetics store. On top of that she
had visited Bill during every conceivable hour of the day, often
bringing her friends Cora and Cynthia along to chat things up,
making him feel right at home. When the cancer had suddenly gone
into remission Loretta had arranged a surprise party for him in the
lobby of the ward. Thank goodness for Loretta. Bill closed his eyes, feeling the warm, dry air wash over his face
and gently blow through his hair. The wind also flitted under his
hospital robe, causing his skin to tingle. It felt good. He
breathed deeply. Yes, Loretta was right, he needed to just relax
for a while. At last they arrived at their house. Loretta pulled the convertible
into the garage. She got out and came around to help Bill out, and
with her help he stood up and walked into the house. Again his
thoughts turned to how weak he had become. Dr. Rand had been
concerned that his weight loss may lead to coronary problems, so
she had prescribed a regular dosage of estrogen. Bill had not fully
understood the reasoning behind being given a female hormone
treatment, but he assumed that the reasons were good, although he
could already detect a slight swelling around his nipples. He hoped
that when he gained weight it wouldn’t be so much in that part of
his body. He didn’t think he could take the ribbing from Dave, who
was the only male friend he had managed to make since he had moved
to the Los Angeles area last year. Loretta brought Bill into the living room and seated him on the
couch. Bill smiled to himself. His last memory of this couch
involved making love with Loretta. She had been incredibly
imaginative that night. “Hey smiley,” came Loretta’s voice. “Yes?” “What are you thinkin’ about now?” Bill grinned ear to ear, “This couch.” “Mm-hm. Well you just sit there and keep thinking about it. I’ll
fix our lunch. It’ll be great to cook you a meal in our kitchen
again.” She leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, then left for the
kitchen. A short while later they were seated in their bright, airy dining
nook, enjoying a light meal. Loretta had paid specific attention to
Dr. Rand’s dietary prescription, which emphasized foods which would
allow a very gradual weight gain for Bill. She looked at her
husband while he ate, and she could not help but to compare his
current appearance with the way he looked before his illness.
Although he was only about five feet seven inches tall, he had
always been built solidly. Even after having begun to run his
vending machine distributorship from behind a desk full time, Bill
had managed to find ways to exert himself. Once he had dug up the
entire front yard, and resodded and landscaped it, using just a
shovel and garden rake. Loretta sometimes used to feel that he
didn’t do these things because he really enjoyed them, but because
maybe he was trying to get away from something inside himself,
something that scared him. None of that mattered now, though. What
did matter was that she had a one hundred and twenty eight pound
husband who was living a miracle simply by being alive. He looked
so delicate, even his hospital robe seemed huge on him. His hair
was very long now as well, longer than that of most women she knew.
Loretta had always taken religious stories at face value and,
remembering the story of Samson and Delila from her Sunday school
days, had refused to cut Bill’s hair during his recovery for fear
that it would sap his strength. Right now his hair was a mess, and
Loretta figured she would get her friend Cora to take of it later. When they finished lunch Bill offered to help with the dishes.
Loretta refused and told him to go and get out of that awful
hospital robe instead. Bill feigned dejection, slouching off to the
bedroom. When Loretta came into the bedroom a few minutes later, she was
surprised to find Bill stretched out on the bed. A couple of pairs
of his pants were splayed out next to him. “What’s your problem?” she asked, “You forget how to put pants on?” Bill smiled a little, “No, but my body has forgotten how to keep
them on. Watch this.” He stood up and pulled a pair of casual pants up under his robe. He
buttoned them, zipped the fly, and then let go of them. The pants
promptly fell to the floor. Bill turned to Loretta, shrugging his
shoulders. “See?” he said as he flopped back down onto the bed,” It looks like
I’ll be in this robe for awhile.” “The heck you will,” said Loretta, picking up the stray pants, “We
are going to forget about these past two months, and the first
order of business is to burn that robe.” Bill was slightly taken aback by the forcefulness of her tone.
Obviously the pain of her ordeal was not all at the surface just
yet. she marched over to her dresser and opened a drawer. “Here,” she said while lifting out a pale pink nightgown, “you can
wear my pajamas until I’m able to get you some new clothes.” Suddenly Bill felt nervous again. “Look,” he began, “you can get me
some new clothes in just a couple of days. That won’t be so bad,
will it?” Loretta smiled and strode over to him. she stroked his long, sandy
blonde hair, saying, “Yes, it would be. That is the end of this
discussion.” She thrust the nightgown into Bill’s arms, “Besides,
I’m not sure that buying you new clothes that you’re going to grow
out of right away is such a good idea.” Bill tried to think of a counter argument, but failed. He examined
the garment in his hands. It was one he had seen Loretta wear many
times, and he had always liked the way it felt against him when he
embraced her. What the heck, he thought, no one would be dropping
in unexpectedly. He removed the hospital robe. He then held up the
nightgown, trying to discern if there was any trick to putting it
on. “Just pull it on like a long tee-shirt,” said Loretta. Bill did this, bunching up the fabric while inserting his arms into
the lace-edged sleeves. He pulled it over his head while standing
up. He was surprised at how easily it slid over his body once he
let go. He pulled at it until the waistband was properly aligned.
The lace-trimmed skirt brushed at his ankles, causing goose-bumps
to form all the way up his legs. He looked back at Loretta, who was
rummaging through a drawer again. “Your underwear probably doesn’t fit either, does it?” she asked. “Um, no,” answered Bill hesitantly. “Well I have in here somewhere, ah, here it is.” She lifted a pair of pale pink panties from the drawer, and held
them up for Bill to see. she smiled. “Might as well be sharp and have matching underwear,” she said. Bill gulped slightly, “Yeah, might as well.” Loretta tossed him the panties. Bill caught them and looked at
them. They indeed matched the nightgown, having a white lace inset
above the crotch. He glanced at Loretta, who was watching him with
her bemused ‘I’m waiting’ look. He stepped into the panties and
pulled them up over his legs. Like the nightgown he was amazed at
how easily the smooth fabric slid over his skin. He found that he
had to tuck his genitals between his legs for a comfortable fit,
giving him a sleeker look. “There now,” said Loretta,” that wasn’t so bad was it?” Bill had to admit to himself that the lightness of the fabric made
it very comfortable. He walked up to the dressing mirror. When he
looked at himself he again felt that warm tingling sensation. He
still didn’t know what it was that caused it. For all he knew, he
should have been frightened by the sleek, feminine image he saw.
Somehow he wasn�t frightened at all, but rather fascinated. He
turned to sound of Loretta giggling. “What now?” he asked, suddenly very self-conscious. “Oh, nothing,” she said, scurrying to her closet,” I just thought
of something that might be fun.” She came out a few moments later with a pair of pink marabou mule
pumps. She brought them over and set them on the floor in front of
Bill. “Here, slip into these,” she said. “You’re kidding, right?” “No. Come on, this will be fun.” Bill looked down at the shoes, the ones that looked so sexy on
Loretta. She had commented before on what small feet he had (for a
guy). He now wondered if this was what she had had in mind. Without
giving himself a chance to think about it, he raised a foot and
slipped it into one of the shoes. It fit easily. He slid into the
other one. It was a strange feeling, as his feet were now at an
unfamiliar forty-five degree angle. He tried to take a step, and he
wobbled a little, as there was nothing supporting his ankle at all.
He regained his balance and tried again, telling himself to
anticipate the heel hitting the floor first. After a few minutes he
was properly strutting around the bedroom, the soles of the pumps
gently slapping against his feet with each step. Loretta let out a
little squeal. “Oh, now isn’t that something! We’re the same shoe size,” she said
while watching Bill walk around the room. “This is going to be
great.” Bill stopped in his tracks, “Going to be?” “Don’t be fuddy, Bill. You look cute.” Bill blushed. He didn’t know whether to be pleased or embarrassed.
Even though he felt silly, he still didn’t want to make a big deal
over it. After all, hadn’t Loretta just gone through a terrible
ordeal over his illness? Yes, she deserved to have some fun, even
if it came at his expense.
They spent the next hour discussing the immediate future. Bill was
not to exert himself at all for some time to come. Loretta would
help Dave manage the business while maintaining her job at Arden’s.
At the end of the hour Bill stretched out his arms and yawned. “Tired, Bill?” “Mm-hm,” he answered. “Well, I’m going to catch up on the grocery shopping. Why don’t you
take a nap?” “That sounds wunderbar.” Bill kicked off Loretta’s pumps and stretched out on the living
room couch, again feeling the soft touch of the nightgown against
his skin. He immediately began to fall asleep, so much so that he
didn’t even hear when Loretta said something about Cora Lovett
coming over for dinner that night. Bill was awakened by the sound of Loretta and her friend, Cora,
gabbing in the kitchen. He was still half asleep and had forgotten
about his attire when he heard Cora speaking. “I must admit, he looks awfully cute in that nightgown of yours,”
he heard Cora say. Loretta giggled, and said, “Yes, I know. What I don’t know is what
got into me, I mean, I really had fun dressing him in those
things.” Bill suddenly opened his eyes wide with embarrassment. Cora had
seen him sleeping in the nightgown! He was awake now, and he
listened more intently to the conversation in the kitchen. “Well, the fun doesn’t have to stop there, Loretta,” Cora said. “Oh? What do you mean?” asked Loretta while giggling again. Bill sat absolutely still. Here it comes, he thought. “That hair of his. It’s grown out so nice and long, but it’s really
a mess,” Cora began. “Yeah, I don’t think he got to wash it more than a couple of times
last week,” Loretta interjected. “Anyway, why don’t I do something nice with it? I have a bunch of
my stuff from the salon out in the car,” said Cora. Bill sat straight up. He slipped his feet into the marabou pumps
and began to walk toward the kitchen. Cora had seen him anyway, and
he was determined to get the upper hand in the situation by making
an unabashed entrance. Let them have their fun, he thought, and
I’ll think of some way of getting them back. “Hello,” said Bill as he strutted into the kitchen, the heels of
the pumps clicking on the linoleum floor. Loretta and Cora exchanged surprised glances. They had expected him
to be bashful in this new garb. Instead here he was, promenading
around the kitchen. “Hello, Bill,” Cora finally said. “You get a good nap, Bill?” Loretta asked. “Yeah, great nap,” Bill said while pulling a chair from the
breakfast nook. He sat down, rather demurely crossing his legs.
“So,” he began, “what’s this I hear about you doing something with
my hair?” Cora and Loretta looked at each other again, and promptly burst
into laughter.
Bill’s head was tilted back over his bathroom sink. His view
consisted mostly of Cora’s chest as she washed his hair. After
shampooing it once and rinsing, she decided to do it again. “What kind of animals were taking care of you at that hospital,
anyway?” she asked. “You’re hair is a shambles.” “Oh, they were nice animals, very unusual. They walked and talked
and they wore white stockings and when I ate all my peanuts they
would give me really great rubdowns,” Bill said. “Ha-hah, Mister Kendall.” Cora ducked his head under the spigot for another rinsing. Bill
squinted his eyes shut. she then lifted his head, turned off the
water, and began to towel dry his hair. Cora said, “You are going to have the prettiest hair in the
neighborhood, Bill.” Bill blushed, “Pretty hair, my foot. What are you two harebrained
females up to?” She took out a metal comb and began to straighten the accumulation
of tangles in his hair. “Maybe,” she said, “we just want to teach a
man how nice it can be to be a harebrained female.” She grimaced at
a particularly bad tangle. She tugged at it. “Ouch!” protested Bill. When she was finished with the tangles Cora began to install
rollers into Bill’s long tresses. Bill was too relaxed to put up a
fuss. He had never been so soothed by someone toying with his hair.
He had always gone to male barbers who trimmed you up and that was
that. Cora seemed to have a special touch, the way she rubbed his
scalp massaged nerves which coursed throughout his body, and made
him feel calm and pampered. The smell of the cleansing products was
pleasant as well. When Cora was finished with the rollers she walked Bill to a chair
where she had propped up her portable dryer. She sat him down,
lowered the dryer over his head, turned it on, and left him. “Don’t I get something to read?” Bill called after her. Cora’s laughter faded down the hallway. He decided to make the best
of it. He folded his hands and closed his eyes, allowing the warm
air to wash over him. He was half asleep again when Cora shut the dryer off. “Dinnertime”, she announced. “We’ll leave these on until after
we’ve eaten. Then I’ll style it for you.” “I’m eating dinner in curlers and a nightgown, great.” said Bill.
“I hope Loretta has the blinds shut.” He slipped the pumps back on
and slap-slap-slapped his way to the dining room.
After dinner Cora walked Bill back to the bathroom mirror. There
she began to unroll the curlers. Bill was surprised at how each new
lock gleamed, seeming fuller in texture but lighter in color. “I’ve got an idea,” Cora said. “Why don’t you turn away from the
mirror and I’ll surprise you with your new style as soon as I’m
done.” Bill did so. Cora proceeded to tease and fluff his hair, pulling it
back and pinning it at times, all things he had never felt before,
but enjoyed all the same. When she was finished she told Bill to
turn around. When Bill saw himself, he gasped. His hair cascaded down to his
shoulders in soft, rolling waves. The left side fell slightly over
his eye, draping down along his cheek. The right side was pulled
farther from his face, bunched up toward the back with a styling
comb. The way the hair framed his face seemed to soften his already
delicate features. Bill couldn’t believe that he was seeing his own
reflection looking so… feminine. “Hey Cora, what’s the idea here?” Bill asked. “I mean, I know you
and Loretta wanted to have a little fun, but this is so…” “Convincing?” “Yeah, convincing,” Bill said absently, not taking his eyes off the
image in the mirror. He called out for Loretta. Loretta quickly appeared at the door, still holding a dish towel.
“Cora, you’ve really outdone yourself. He looks great!” she said
after seeing Bill’s reflection. Bill whirled around on his seat to face the two women. “Great? You
think this looks great?” he pleaded while turning back to the
mirror. Loretta stepped up behind him and put her arms around his neck.
“Cora worked very hard to fix up your hair, Bill,” she said
sweetly. “You wouldn’t want to be ungrateful, would you?” Bill was suddenly more embarrassed over his reaction than he had
been over the hairstyle. “I’m sorry, girls. I just,” he faltered
for a moment, then resolutely declared, “I’m just used to looking
more masculine and I, I just need to put on some weight, that’s
all, I guess.” “Bill,” Loretta began,” you’ve been very sick, right?” Bill nodded. “And you’re in for a long recovery,” she continued. “So why don’t
you just take it easy and enjoy being pampered for a while? You can
wear my clothes, and Cora can come do your hair once a week, and
maybe, if you pay attention, you can learn something about women
through all this.” Bill had to admit that the day’s activities had not been too
unpleasant, and some of them had been rather remarkable in how they
made him feel relaxed and comfortable. He dropped his guard. “Okay,
you ladies got me.” Soon Cora excused herself for the evening and Bill and Loretta
prepared for bed. Loretta slipped into a nightgown and embraced her
husband, kissing him goodnight. “Oh, yeah,” she said while doubling back to her dresser. She opened
a drawer and withdrew something, then came back over to Bill. “It
would be a good idea to wear this while you sleep,” she said. “What is it?” “A hair net,” she said. she bunched up his hair and stretched the
net over it. “There, that’ll keep the style together.” Bill rolled his eyes into the back of his head, as if he was trying
to see the new contraption that was now tugging at his hair. He let
out an exasperated sigh, “You girls are going to do me in.” They cuddled in bed together for the first time in months. The feel
of Loretta’s warm body against his was comforting, and the nylon
nightgown soothed his tired flesh. He quickly fell into a deep
sleep.
Bill awoke to the smell of coffee. He got up and removed the hair
net, shaking his head to allow the wavy locks to fall back down
onto his shoulders. He then went to the dressing mirror and, using
a couple of styling combs, pinned his hair back from his face (the
way Cora had shown him the previous night). He then slipped his
feet into the marabou pumps and headed for the kitchen. Bill had
learned by now that when he allowed his hips to sway with each
step, it was easier to walk in heels. He entered the kitchen and sat at the breakfast table. Loretta
kissed him on the nose. “You look nice this morning,” she said. “How did you sleep last
night?” “Never better,” Bill replied. “I can’t get over how relaxing this
nylon feels. The hair net left something to be desired, though.” “Well, you’ll get used to it,” she said while pouring Bill’s
coffee. She handed him his estrogen pill. “Don’t forget this.” “Thanks, lady,” Bill said with a smile.
After breakfast Loretta got dressed. She then went into the living
room, where Bill was sitting on the couch, sipping coffee. “You want something to wear all day besides the nightgown?” she
asked. “That would be nice,” Bill said, “but nothing fits. Remember?” “Of course, you nut. Come on, I’ll fix you up.” Bill followed her into the bedroom. He pulled off the nightgown and
sat on the edge of the bed, still wearing the panties and pumps. “The first thing you’ll need to be comfortable are these,” she said
while pulling out a pair of sheer black pantyhose. “Put these on.”
she tossed them to Bill. “Oh, wait a second. You’ll want fresh
underwear.” She handed him a pair of black, nylon bikini panties
with a lace waistband. Bill examined the garments for a moment. He tried to think of an
argument against putting them on, and indeed he came up with a
couple of good ones. But he knew it was inevitable that he would
end up putting these things on anyway. He slipped off the pumps and
the pink panties, and pulled the black panties up around his waist.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he rolled up one leg of the
pantyhose, the way he had seen Loretta do it hundreds of times. He
slipped one foot in and worked the nylon fabric up about halfway,
then the other foot went in. He had a little trouble getting them
up around his waist smoothly, having to work one side then the
other. When he finally got them situated he was surprised at how
soft and smooth they made his legs look. They felt good too, he had
to admit, as they seemed to lightly massage every nerve in his leg
with each flexing motion that he made. “I found a good outfit for you to wear today,” said Loretta. She
handed him a soft, gray knit blouse with a matching skirt. Bill pulled the skirt on first. It came just above the knee, and it
hugged his slender waist and slightly rounding hips nicely. He put
on the blouse, which had a cowl neck that draped gently over his
chest. Loretta gave him a black patent belt to cinch the waist of
the blouse, making the outfit conform to his figure better. Last,
she brought out a pair of black patent leather pumps with three
inch heels. Bill slid his feet into them and stood up. Loretta grinned. “You look good enough to work at Arden’s.” Bill blushed with embarrassment. “I have to go down to the office and check on Dave,” she said.
“I’ll be back for lunch. You have a nice time.” she kissed Bill on
the cheek and left.
Bill spent the rest of the morning sitting and wandering about the
house. He found that the patent pumps required a slightly different
approach to walking than the backless marabou ones. Although the
heels were slightly higher, these shoes supported his feet better.
He still had to take smaller steps than normal, remembering to sway
his hips with each stride. He practiced walking and sitting, as he
wanted to be good at this little game Loretta was playing. By
keeping his knees together when he sat or, better yet, by crossing
his legs, he learned that the skirt would be more comfortable and
attractive.
Loretta came back in time for lunch, according to her word. she let
out a whistle as Bill came to greet her at the door. This time Bill
didn’t blush so much, as he was glad that his practice had paid
off.
After lunch Bill took his prescribed sedative and quickly became
drowsy. He slipped off his shoes and stretched out on the sofa.
Loretta sat down next to him and polished her nails while he fell
asleep. Once she finished her own nails Loretta inspected those of
her husband. She noticed that they hadn’t been trimmed in a long
time, as they had already grown nearly a quarter of an inch past
the ends of his fingers. While barely suppressing a snicker she
gently lifted one of Bill’s hands and began shaping his nails with
her emery board. The sedative worked so well that this didn’t even
stir him. Once she was finished she applied a deep red polish to
them, which added a sexy contrast to the gray and black outfit he
was wearing. Loretta heard the doorbell ring, and got up to see who it was. It
was Cynthia. “Hi there,” said Cynthia. Loretta pressed a finger to her lips, saying, “Sshh. He’s asleep,
although it would take a dump truck to wake him right now.” She led Cynthia through the living room. Cynthia noticed the figure
on the sofa. “Who’s that woman on your couch?” she asked. Loretta almost doubled over with the giggles. “Look again,” she
said. Cynthia stepped up closer to the sofa. she gasped, then put a hand
over her mouth. “My gosh! He’s lovely,” she almost yelled. She
settled down, then took Loretta by the arm to the kitchen. While Loretta made coffee, Cynthia bubbled over with enthusiasm. “Loretta, I swear to you he looks almost like a college co-ed,
sleeping in there so quietly. All he needs now is some makeup and a
padded bra,” she said. “I know,” said Loretta. “I thought that maybe Cora and I were
strange for having so much fun with this.” “Are you kidding?” said Cynthia. “Here you have a chance for your
husband to learn about so many things that we women feel and go
through. How many wives would kill for a husband like that?”
Loretta grinned.
“Lots,” she said.
Once they had finished their coffee, Loretta went to the bedroom to
get her padded bra. she then returned to the living room where
Cynthia stood waiting. Together they carefully lifted Bill into a
sitting position and removed the blouse. Bill surprised them for a
moment by muttering ‘Hi Mom, hi Dad’ to them, but he didn’t wake
up. They slipped his arms through the straps and fitted the cups
over his breasts. The combination of the padding and Bill’s budding
development made for a convincing effect. They hooked it in back,
noticing that it fit perfectly. The girls then pulled the blouse
back onto him and straightened him out onto the sofa again.
When Bill awoke he wasn’t sure what time it was. What he did know
was that he had to go to the bathroom. The living room was dark due
to the blinds being shut, and he managed to bump into a few things
before he got his bearings set. He walked down the hallway and into
the bathroom. By the time he was leaning over the sink washing his hands, his
head had begun to clear. He glanced at himself in the mirror. Hmmm,
he thought, that girl has some nice breasts. He stopped washing his
hands. Were those his hands? The nails sure looked nice. He turned
off the water. Bill wanted to look in the mirror again, but he was
afraid of what he would see; himself, in women’s clothes (that much
he was prepared to deal with), but now also with long, slender, red
fingernails, and breasts. He looked anyway.
“Loretta!” came the cry from the bathroom. Cynthia and Loretta looked at each other. “The beast has awakened,” said Loretta. They headed for the
bathroom. Bill met them halfway, in the living room. He flipped on a light
switch. Cynthia thought he looked confused. “Hello, Bill,” she said
cheerfully. “Welcome back home.” “Hi, Cindy,” Bill said. “Loretta, what’s the idea here? I feel like
I’m in the middle of some sci-fi movie, where I’m the one being
experimented on!” The girls laughed. They then explained what they had done. Bill
slipped his patent leather heels back on, and the three of them
went to bedroom, where the girls told Bill just to look at himself
in the dressing mirror. If he didn’t like what he saw, he could
take it all off. Bill looked. He saw the soft, curvy figure of an attractive young
woman. His small, pale hands were made even more slender looking by
the long, red nails. He really felt that he was looking at someone
else, maybe someone that came from inside him, but he wasn’t sure.
Whatever the case, he couldn’t help but be pleased by the sleek
feminine form now in front of him. He held his shoulders back,
causing his breasts to jut out a little more. It was a sexy image,
he had to admit. He decided that he would go along for the time
being. He really didn’t have much choice. “We were thinking, Bill,” Cynthia began. “That could be dangerous,” said Bill. “Oh, stop it.” she continued, “We thought it would be fun to take
this all the way and do your makeup.” Bill blushed again. They were really starting to push him to his
limit. “Come on, Bill,” Loretta said. “Just like the outfit, if you don’t
like it you can take it off.” As he knew he would, Bill caved in once again.
Cynthia seated Bill in the chair in front of Loretta’s vanity
mirror. He felt a slight prickling pain as Cynthia plucked his
eyebrows for a few minutes, but it was bearable. Cynthia then
applied foundation to his face. “Your skin’s so smooth,” she said. “Do you shave?” “I’ve never had much of a beard,” he replied, “and these estrogen
treatments have pretty much eliminated the need to shave.” “You’re very lucky, then,” said Cynthia. She continued with the foundation, setting it with translucent
powder. She applied blusher to highlight his cheekbones. Then she
did the eyes; liner, two tones of blue shadow, and a rich mascara
which made his lashes seem twice as long. Last she applied a deep
red lipstick which matched his nails perfectly. When she was finished, Bill couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
The face of a beautiful woman was looking back at him. His eyebrows
were gently arched now, making his eyes seem rounder, softer. He
had never realized how full and sensuous his lips were. He smiled
and shook his head, causing his hair to fall around his face. Yes,
Loretta was getting more than she bargained for this time. Cynthia
called for Loretta. Loretta appeared at the door. Her mouth dropped open. “Cindy, what
a great job!” she exclaimed. “No one would ever recognize him like
that, I mean, he looks just like a woman, from head to toe.” She
came over to Bill, put her arms around his neck, and planted a big
kiss on his cheek. “I just love you, Bill. You look darling.”
Bill was aware that Loretta was staring at him all through dinner.
The fact that she was smiling made him wonder what she was
thinking. He couldn’t figure it out. Here he was, looking like a
very fashionable, attractive woman; in a skirt, hose, heels,
painted nails, long hair and makeup, and Loretta was enjoying it.
why would she want her husband to look like this? Loretta spoke up, “Cynthia, he looks so good. I wish I could keep
him like this forever.” Bill tried to protest, but he had a mouthful of food to contend
with. “Forever’s a long time,” said Cynthia. “But he will be recuperating
for some time yet. He should be good for going out shopping with
you by next week, judging from what you said about the doctor’s
orders.” Bill tried to speak, “But…” “You read my mind, Cindy,” said Loretta. “I don’t think we should
waste money on buying him male clothes that he’s going to outgrow
in a couple of months. I thought we’d get him a feminine wardrobe,
just for now, and when he gets his weight back, I’ll take those
clothes for myself.” Bill finally spoke up, “You ladies mind if I have some say in my
future?” “No, go ahead,” said Cynthia. Bill thought real hard, trying to think of what he wanted to say.
His head was in a swirl of feelings about this whole mess though,
and he couldn’t come up with a single coherent thought. After a few
moments of this, the girls went on plotting his fate. “He has such great legs,” Loretta said, “he should definitely have
a leather mini-skirt.” Cynthia whistled. “Yes, and with four inch heels at least. Get him
some panty girdles to hide his you-know-what.” “Outrageous!” exclaimed Loretta. “We’ll go everywhere together,
like two sisters, once he’s feeling up to it. I’ll have Cora drop
off some cosmetics for him tomorrow.” Bill listened in silence as the girls chattered on. He had figured
by now that there was no escape from their plans. His only hope was
to think of ways to take this game as far as he dared, then maybe
they would be scared into stopping this crazy charade. “The first thing we should do,” said Loretta, “is clean out Bill’s
closet and put all his male clothes out in the garage.”
While the girls busied themselves with this newfound activity Bill
sat in the living room to watch television. He couldn’t concentrate
on what was on though, and if anyone had asked him what he was
watching he couldn’t have told them. Once in a while he would get
up to recheck himself in the mirror. Even though he was confused by
this whole thing, he wanted to keep himself looking nice. He would
primp in the mirror until he was satisfied that everything was just
perfect, then he would go sit back down in front of the television.
He practiced crossing his legs. He liked the way the nylon of his
hose brushed together with a ‘swish’ every time he did this. Then
he tried perching up on the sofa, hugging his legs while bringing
his knees up to his face. He felt so soft, so relaxed, that he
drifted off into a sort of half sleep, although his mind was still
quite conscious. He was snapped out of it by the sensation of being kissed lightly
on the cheek. It was Cynthia, saying goodnight. “I have to be up before the crack of dawn,” she said. “We’re
modeling bathing suits tomorrow.” “Have fun,” Bill said.
When Cynthia had left, Loretta instructed Bill in how to remove the
makeup. She had him put a moisturizer on his face afterwards. He
got out of his clothes (he was surprised at his reluctance to do
so). “Would you like a lotion rubdown?” Loretta asked. “Would I like a million dollars?” Bill replied. “That sounds good.” Loretta sat him down in the bathroom and began to rub a vaguely
sweet smelling lotion all over his body. Bill noticed that the
lotion had a pungent odor which lingered underneath the initial
scent. He also noticed that Loretta was rubbing it all over his
body; under his arm pits, all down his legs, around his ankles, and
on his chest. “What are you doing?” Bill asked. “Just getting to know you,” she sang, “getting to know all about
you…” “My gosh, it sings,” ribbed Bill. Loretta pinched him on the
shoulder. “Ouch, it mangles, too.” When she finished with the lotion, she told Bill to sit for a few
minutes while she started his shower. By this time Bill was sure
that Loretta had never used this kind of lotion on him before. His
skin was starting to tingle in a strange way.
After a few minutes Loretta started his shower and, while pulling a
shower cap over his hair, he climbed in. The warm water felt good
as he soaped down his body. He closed his eyes and let the stream
wash over his face. When he had finished, and was beginning to towel off, he
immediately knew that something was wrong. He ran a hand over his
chest, then down his leg. What little body hair he had possessed a
short while ago was now gone! He quickly became concerned; was he
experiencing a relapse that was causing his hair to fall out? He
didn’t want to alarm Loretta right away. He went to the shower
stall and crouched down. There was the missing hair, surrounding
the drain. Bill picked up a clump of it and held it to his chest,
as if to ask it to jump back onto where it belonged. Suddenly he
knew that Loretta had done it. It was no mystery; she had been
trying to demasculinize him for the past couple of days, and this
was a natural progression in her whole scheme. He left for the
bedroom. Bill walked naked to Loretta, who was in her nightgown, ready for
bed. He put his arms around her, smiling, pretending nothing was
out of the ordinary. “Hello,” Loretta said sweetly. She kissed him, looking into his
eyes. Bill kept his poker face plastered on, waiting to see what she
would do. She ran her hand over his chest, trying to be inconspicuous. “Is
anything wrong?” she asked. Bill smiled. “No. Everything’s just fine.” He kissed her,
continuing his ‘stupid’ grin. After a moment’s silence Loretta broke down. “Okay, wise guy, I
admit it. I covered you with Nair.” “Mm-hm,” Bill said, straining to keep a straight face. “But it’s all part of the fun, you know,” she continued. “Just give it a try, would you?” Bill laughed, “I guess I don’t
have much choice.” “Thanks,” said Loretta with a smile. “I pulled out another
nightgown for you.” she handed him a black nylon gown with a
plunging lace v-neck. This one was short, ending in a frilly lace
about four inches above his knees. She also gave him some matching
panties. He found that the nylon and lace felt even more exciting
against his now truly bare skin. That night Bill was lying awake in bed. He couldn’t get to sleep
right away, as his nerves seemed to be alive with the new
experience of hairlessness. He pulled open the front of the
nightgown slightly, and ran his hands over his smooth chest. He
discovered that his breasts, which were more and more swollen with
each passing day, felt softer, more feminine. He squeezed them
together, causing them to form actual cleavage. He wondered with
some apprehension if they would soon be forming cleavage without
any help. He liked the way the cool air felt against his exposed
nipples though. They were definitely more sensitive now, as he had
never before experienced pleasure just from the air hitting them.
He pulled the nightgown back over them, rolled over, and fell
asleep.
He slept later than usual, so that when he woke up, Loretta was
already dressed to go to work at Arden’s. He put on a black house-
robe, and went to the breakfast nook, where Loretta had already set
out his breakfast. “I’m afraid you’ll have to eat alone,” she said. “But I managed to
get an extra hour for lunch. Also I left some clothes out for you
to wear today. Sorry I won’t be able to help you put them on.” “That’s okay,” said Bill. “I think I’m getting the hang of it.” Loretta handed Bill his estrogen pill, kissed him on the cheek, and
left for work.
After finishing breakfast, Bill went to the vanity mirror to comb
his hair. He brushed it back, fluffing it out here and there. He
decided to use a styling comb to pull it back on just one side,
leaving the other side to drape along his cheek, the way that Cora
had first done it. He liked the effect, and stared in the mirror
until he had lost track of time. Once he snapped out of his
reverie, he tried to think of what to do to make for an even better
overall effect. He remembered the makeup that Cynthia had put on
him the previous night. Could he do the same thing? He thought he
could at least try it. He rummaged through Loretta’s makeup kit until he thought he had
everything. Let’s see, what was first? He picked up a bottle of
liquid foundation and, using a sponge wedge, patted it all over his
face. He was sure to smooth it out for a nice, even look. Just like
painting a house, he thought with a grin. He followed that with the
translucent powder, which he had noticed took the shine out of the
foundation, and seemed to firm it up as well. So far so good. What
was next? He remembered the blusher. He opened it and dabbed the
brush in the fine, sweet smelling powder. He applied it to his
cheeks, remembering that Cindy had brushed it under his cheekbones
in order to make them stand out betters Then he applied the shadow,
liner, and mascara, followed by a dark pink lipstick. Bill decided to make his nails match his lipstick, so he removed
the red polish and applied pink polish to them. When he held out
his hand to check his work, his eyes wandered down to his feet. He
decided to paint his toenails the same color. What the heck, he
thought, ‘might as well look as good as I can. While admiring the results, he decided that, although his job
wasn’t quite as alluring as Cindy’s, it looked very natural. He
looked like a woman. Bill was pleased by his first makeup job. He
puckered his lips and blew a kiss at the gorgeous woman in the
mirror. Now he was anxious to see what clothes Loretta had laid out
for him today. He walked into the bedroom and took off the house-robe, nightgown,
and panties. On his dresser Loretta had left a complete outfit;
white panties, a white padded bra, sheer flesh tone pantyhose, a
slip, and a white dress. Bill began by slipping on the panties,
which had a string bikini style waistband. He then fitted the bra
over his breasts, which seemed to him to have grown larger
overnight. The padding pushed them up slightly, creating a nice,
rounded effect above the edge of the bra. He proceeded to put on
the pantyhose, relishing the feel of the sheer nylon on his naked
legs. He had less trouble with them this time. He knew from having
watched Loretta that he had to put the slip on next, so he pulled
it up around his waist. He then held up the dress to look at it. It
was made of a light, cotton, gauze fabric, which he could almost
see through when he held it up in front of the sunlight. It had a
plunging neckline, slightly puffed shoulder sleeves, and a
handkerchief hem. He pulled it over his head, then down so that it
was situated correctly. The elastic waistband fit perfectly, and
the skirt flared out slightly, cascading down his ever rounding
hips. He looked around for a pair of shoes. He quickly found that Loretta
had set out a pair nearby. They were white, leather sandals with
four inch heels and ankle wraps with little gold buckles. He
thought that it was good that he had painted his toenails, because
these shoes would show them off nicely. He put them on and tried
walking around a bit. The zig-zag hem of the dress flashed his
knees with every step. The shoes didn’t support his feet the same
way that the patent leather pumps had, but after a few moments he
was walking just as easily. By this time he had just about mastered
the art of swinging his hips. He walked toward the full length
dressing mirror. He stopped and turned one foot to the side,
showing off the profile of his shapely calf. He shook his hair so
that it danced on his shoulders, and he smiled. He looked great. Then the feeling came back again; that tingling, deep inside him.
He stopped for a moment, unable to believe that he was enjoying
this, but at the same time unable to deny that indeed he was liking
it. He turned from the mirror and walked into the living room.
When he had read the paper front to back he began to prowl the
house in search of something else to read or do. He stared at his
bookshelf, trying to convince himself that it wouldn’t hurt to re-
read something. He wasn’t convinced. Bill then decided to call Dave
at the shop, just to see how business was going. He wondered how
Dave would react to seeing him face to face like this. Laugh his
head off, that’s what he would do, Bill thought. He picked up the
phone. “Hello, Kendall Distributing,” came Dave’s voice on the other end. “Hi, Dave,” said Bill. “Just calling to check on things.” “Oh, hi Loretta,” Dave said. “Everything’s a-okay.” “Loretta!?” Bill exclaimed. “What’s the matter with you?” Bill
thought that maybe Dave was joking. For a horrifying moment, he
felt as if Dave could see him through the telephone line. “I’m sorry, uh,” Dave sounded genuinely stunned. “May I ask who
this is?” “This is Bill. You know, your boss?” Dave was silent for a moment, then said, “It is?” Bill realized that Dave really didn’t recognize him. My gosh, the
estrogen was affecting his voice now! He cleared his throat, trying
to deepen his voice. “It’s me, Dave,” he said. “Hello, Bill,” Dave said, still sounding rather dubious. “When can
we expect you back in the office?” “Not anytime soon, I’m afraid,” Bill replied. He heard Loretta
coming in the front door. “I’ll have to talk to you later, Dave.
The wife’s home,” Bill said, struggling to keep his voice deep.
“We’ll get together and have a few beers real soon, okay?” “Bill doesn’t drink beer. who is this?” said a bewildered Dave. Loretta was about to enter the room. “By, Dave. Gotta’ go,” Bill
said, and he hung up. Loretta entered at that moment. Bill immediately fell into his
feminine demeanor, modeling the dress for her. Loretta whistled as
he spun around on his heels, causing the dress to flare out and
expose his shapely, nylon clad legs. “That is just fantastic,” said Loretta. “That’s a nice job you did
with your nails, too.” “Thanks,” Bill said, crossing over to stand in front of her. He
noticed that they were exactly the same height, as she was wearing
heels also. “What’s for lunch?” Loretta was staring at his ears. “Just a second,” she said, then
she hurried out of the room. she quickly returned with a pair of
gold, clip-on earrings. “Here, these will look good,” she said
while clipping them onto his earlobes. When she was finished, she
said, “There, now you’re perfect.” Bill smiled. “Lunch?” Loretta was staring at him thoughtfully. “I want to take some
pictures,” she said. she pranced out of the room again, this time
returning with her Polaroid. “Stand by the window, Bill,” she instructed. Bill did as she said. He even surprised her by putting his hand
behind his head and fluffing up his hair. “That’s nice, very sexy!” Loretta said while snapping the first
shot. Bill then turned to the side, hands on his hips, head back, and
jutting out his breasts for a nice profile. “Now sit on the floor,” Loretta told him. Bill sat on the floor, tucking his legs underneath to one side and
spreading out the dress like a lily on a pond. Loretta smiled. “Absolutely breathtaking.” Loretta didn’t allow Bill to see any of the pictures until she had
used up the entire roll. They were both delighted as the snapshots
developed before their eyes. Bill was amazed at what he saw; he
just didn’t feel that he was really looking at Bill Kendall at all.
No one would ever recognize that attractive woman as being him, and
that set his mind at ease over having her captured so permanently
on film. “You know,” Loretta began, “these look really great. But what we
should do sometime soon is take you to Yvonne’s Portrait Studio.” “What’s that?” Bill asked. “They do glamour photography,” said Loretta. “Maybe we’ll have time
later in the week.” Bill was surprised at his lack of apprehension over this
suggestion. That was probably why he only flinched a little bit
when Loretta said that they would be going out for lunch together. “I know of a really-nice outdoor cafe that none of our friends know
about,” she said. “We’ll pretend to be sisters, and you won’t have
to worry about anybody we know bumping into us.” Apart of Bill wanted to shout in protest, but most of him thought
it would be exciting to see if he could really fool people out in
public. He figured it would be okay, as long as they didn’t happen
into any acquaintances.
Getting into the car in the garage was easy enough, but when
Loretta opened the remote controlled door, and started backing out
of the driveway, Bill gripped the sides of his seat in fear. He
hadn’t given any thought to the fact that they would have to drive
through their neighborhood first, and with the car top down at
that! He put on the round-framed sunglasses that he had worn a few
days before. He checked himself in the mirror, and decided that the
shades helped. “What’s the matter with you?” Loretta asked, even though it was
obvious to her what Bill’s problem was. “Nobody’s going to have any
idea who you are. Trust me.” Bill relaxed a little, falling back in his seat. “I guess you’re
right.” He noticed how the wind gently flitted at the flimsy
material of the dress. He leaned his head back, closed his eyes,
and stretched his legs out. Bill didn’t know why but, at that
moment, everything seemed just perfect.
Within about ten minutes they arrived at the cafe. Another twinge
of apprehension went through Bill as he swung his legs out of the
car. He stood and faced the entrance of the establishment. He took
a deep breath and began to walk alongside Loretta, his heels
clicking lightly on the pavement.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Kendall,” said the host at the entrance. “Hello, Rick,” said Loretta. “Table for two on the patio, please.” “Certainly,” said Rick while picking up a couple of menus. He
turned a sly smile to Bill. “Aren’t you going to introduce your
pretty friend?” he asked. Bill froze. “Rick,” Loretta began, “this is, uh, Billie. My friend, Billie.” Rick smiled, extending his hand to ‘Billie’. “It’s always good to
have another pretty lady here.” Billie offered his hand. Rick folded it in his and gently squeezed.
Billie broke into a smile; it was working. Rick led them out onto a bright patio which overlooked a charming
row of shops. He offered a chair to Billie first, who gracefully
sat down and crossed his legs. He wasn’t sure at first what to do
with the white leather clutch bag he carried. He watched as Loretta
seated herself, and when she set her purse on the edge of table, he
followed suit. Rick handed them their menus. “Enjoy your meal,” he said. “And remember, don’t ever bring your
husbands. I like to think that I have you ladies all to myself
every day at lunch time.” As Rick left, the two ‘girls’ burst into a fit of the giggles.
“Charming, isn’t he?” said Loretta. “Oh, absolutely,” said Billie. “I hope he doesn’t find out that I
don’t have a husband. He might propose!” Loretta laughed again. “He certainly could. You’re very beautiful,
Billie.” Billie cast his eyes down to the menu. He felt the blood rush to
his cheeks, and was glad that the makeup would conceal it.
After lunch Loretta drove Billie back to their house. They were
still laughing over how Rick had kissed both their hands before
they left the cafe. After Loretta left to go back to work, Billie mulled over their
little adventure. Loretta had commented on how properly feminine
Billie’s conduct had been; from the way he had sat and ate, to the
way he had held out his hand for Rick. This caused Billie to twinge
with anxiety again. He had been so caught up in the fun of it all,
he hadn’t really even thought about his conduct. It seemed to have
come quite naturally, and that bothered him. Wasn’t he a man? If
so, then how did this whole charade fall into place so easily for
him? He didn’t know the answer, and he knew that trying to think of
one would only drive him crazy. All he knew right now was that he
was very tired, although he was amazed that he had gained back so
much energy so soon. He unbuckled the ankle straps of his shoes,
slipped them off, and stretched out on the couch. Dr. Rand would
have thrown a fit if she had seen him outside the house today, and
not just over his attire. Billie chuckled over that as he fell
asleep.
He woke up about an hour later. He put his shoes back on and went
to the bathroom to freshen up his hair and makeup. Billie was just finishing his eye shadow when the doorbell rang.
His blood turned to ice-water; how was he supposed to answer it? He
got up and tip-toed to the front door. By looking through the peep-
hole, he saw that it was Cora. Relieved, he opened the door. Cora was so astonished she almost dropped the bags she was holding.
When she regained her composure she stepped into the living room,
saying, “Hello, lovely lady! You look stunning!” “Hi, Cora,” Billie said sheepishly. He closed the door. “I brought some things for you,” Cora said while setting the bags
down on the coffee table. “But first, let me get a good look at
you.” Billie sashayed about the room for her. Cora let out a low whistle. “M-mm, girl. Your legs look so good.
who taught you to do your makeup? Cynthia?” “Yes, she did it last night. I’m a fast learner, I guess.” “I’ll say,” said Cora. “You’ve gone through quite a transformation
in a short time. Tell you what. Loretta’s invited me over for
dinner again. Afterwards I’ll teach you how to use all this new
stuff I brought.” “Sounds fun,” said Billie. Cora left, saying she would be back around seven.
Now that he was all freshened up, Billie decided to sit and wait
for Loretta. He was feeling too antsy to just sit around though,
and was quickly searching for something to read again. He soon
found a small stack of ‘Bazaar’ magazines, which Loretta read often
in order to stay on top of her job at Arden’s. Billie picked up a
few and sat under a reading lamp. He had never paid much attention to what was in these magazines. He
was first struck by how incredibly beautiful every single model
was; the attention to detail in makeup, the fabulous hair styles,
and the oh-so-flashy clothes. He also noticed how almost all the
dresses and skirts were cut really short, shorter than the average
woman would dare wear. The models all had immaculate legs, of
course, but he felt that his legs were at least as nice as most of
them. He observed that many of the shoes were of colors and styles
which almost clashed with the outfits, and he assumed that this
must be to draw attention to the legs. Billie made a mental note to
ask Cynthia about this later. He found one spread on using lingerie for evening wear. Billie
gasped to himself at the pictures of these beautiful women in see-
through lace bustiers and bras, sometimes with a cropped jacket,
but more often with nothing to cover them! Billie couldn’t think of
any woman he knew who would dare wear anything as frankly sexy, but
in the back of his mind he wanted to be the woman who would. He
wanted to be one of the women on the pages of the magazine, he
wanted to be such a beautiful woman that he could get away with
anything. He knew that this was impossible though. Soon he would gain weight
and muscle, and he would be back to being a man again. That was
just the way it was, and the way it should be.
The next hour passed very quickly, so that Billie was surprised
when Loretta arrived home. she walked into the living room, both
arms loaded down with shopping bags. “Hey, sis’,” she said. “What ya’ reading?” Billie smiled and held up one of the magazines. “Fascinating
stuff,” he said. Loretta continued to the bedroom, calling back, “Well, if you liked
those, you’re going to love what I have here.” “Oh, really?” Billie got up and followed her into the bedroom.
“There’s more out in the car,” Loretta said as she emptied three
bags onto the bed. Billie could not believe what he was seeing. Loretta had somehow
acquired an extravagant wardrobe of dresses, skirts, blouses, and
lingerie. “What did you do?” Billie asked. “These were almost all odd sale items that never got sold, and were
on their way to the discount outlet,” Loretta said. “I got an
employee discount on top of that. I guess I went a little crazy.”
She gave Billie a kiss, then started back out the door. “Go ahead
and start trying some things on while I get the rest.”
The first bag Billie opened contained a soft, black leather skirt.
He quickly pulled off the white dress that he had worn all day. He
then began to search for a blouse to wear with it. Loretta came in
with more bags. “Oh, you want the top to go with that,” she said. she reached in
one bag and pulled out a black strapless push-up bra. “Put this on
first.” Billie removed his white bra, then put the strapless one on.
Loretta showed him how to lift his breasts, giving him a nice – but
still subtle – cleavage. She then handed him a black leather
bustier. “This will look good with that skirt,” she said. Billie looked hesitant for a moment; he wasn’t sure if he wanted
something this femininely sexy to look good on him. Eventually
though, he obeyed Loretta and pulled it on. “Now the skirt,” said Loretta. He pulled the leather skirt over his hips. It snapped and zipped up
easily in back, fitting his waist to perfection. It was a short
skirt, ending about five inches above his smooth, sexy knees. After
slipping into the four inch black patent pumps, Billie walked over
to the mirror. He was astonished at the effect. The bustier slimmed his torso
somewhat, and the shoes caused his calves to tense into an alluring
curve. His legs were dynamite. Billie was especially amazed at how
real looking the soft, pale, mounds of flesh above the bustier
were. His hair felt great on his bare shoulders, and he shook it
some to heighten the sensation. He turned to Loretta, who was
beaming at him with what Billie thought was a strange sense of
pride. “Do you have any earrings for this?” he asked. He was quickly
surprised at himself for even thinking to ask such a question. “Oh, yes,” said Loretta, “but,” she grimaced, “they�re for pierced
ears.” “Oops,” said Billie teasingly. “Well, not exactly ‘oops’,” she began. “Cora’s coming over later
and, I uh, asked her to pierce your ears.” Billie stared at his wife, dumbfounded. “Anyway,” Loretta said while rummaging through another bag, “I got
a jacket for you to wear with that as well.” She pulled out a gray,
acid washed denim bolero jacket. Billie thought that the jacket was kind of ragged looking for such
a nice outfit but, when he put it on, he was surprised at how
appropriate it looked. It added a sort of youthful appearance,
especially when he pushed up the sleeves. He admired the outfit in
the mirror for some time before Loretta spoke up. “Why don’t you leave that on for dinner, and then try the others on
afterward? I have more here than you could possibly get through in
one evening.” Billie took off the jacket, favoring the bare look for being
indoors. “Are you sure you want to do all this?” “Of course,” she said. she came to his side and slipped her arms
around his waist. “Besides, when you get your weight back, I’m
going to have one heck of a wardrobe. But I want you to enjoy these
clothes while you’re still thin.” she gave him a peck on the cheek. Billie returned his gaze to the mirror. Yes, he was enjoying these
clothes all right, but he felt that it was more like the sort of
pleasure a child got out of sneaking into an abandoned house. He
felt that he shouldn’t be doing it, but at the same time he
couldn’t come up with a real good reason not to. And that, he
feared, seemed to make it all the more exciting. He had done many
things in his life simply for the thrill of seeing if he could get
away with them, but this had something behind it that was much more
powerful. He wished that he knew what it was, as it might have set
his mind more at ease with the fun he was having. Billie turned to
the side, still looking in the full length mirror. He admired his
increasingly voluptuous figure, looking so perfectly sexy in the
bustier, skirt, and heels. He was enjoying this, that’s all he had
to know for now. He sat down at the vanity mirror to do his nails,
painting them a dark, brick red. He pulled off his pantyhose and
did his toenails in the same color. He fished through the shopping
bags, found a pair of black panties, and put them on, then he
pulled on a pair of black, sheer pantyhose. Once he was dressed
again, Billie touched up his makeup to match the outfit better.
Even though he knew that Cora would be coming to completely redo
his makeup, he wanted to impress her with his appearance. Wanting
to complete the job thoroughly, he picked up a bottle of perfume,
one that he loved to smell on Loretta. He dabbed it on his wrists
and rubbed them together, then he placed a little behind each ear.
Finally, with a naughty grin, he rubbed a few drops right between
his soft, developing breasts.
Cora arrived an hour later, and she was indeed impressed with
Billie’s appearance. “You’d better watch out, Billie,” Cora warned with a grin, “you�re
the kind of girl that’ll make other women jealous when you walk
into a room.” Billie stared at the floor, embarrassed. “Loretta,” Cora called back to the kitchen, “can I have a few
minutes to do Billie’s hair before we eat?” “Go right ahead,” came the reply. “Come on,” said Cora, “I�ll give you a style to match that outfit.”
Cora retrieved her supplies from her car, and sat Billie down in
the bathroom. This time she didn’t wash his hair, but she wetted it
down with a spritzer. She spent some time pulling and teasing it,
and doing things with a curling iron that Billie couldn’t quite
follow. After that she squirted a foamy mound of styling mousse
into her hand and began to rub it into Billie’s hair. she then
combed and teased it some more, until it was semi-dry. Using a
couple of barrettes, she pinned some of it back. The resulting style, Billie thought, was extremely attractive. His
long hair had a sort of ‘wild and sexy’ look now, seeming fuller,
but with more of an edge to it. It fell in slightly frizzy lines,
and the ponytail had small, tight curls that seemed to burst from
the back and then cascade down his neck. Billie shook his head,
causing the slightly spiked bangs to fall over his eyes. He pulled
them back and smiled at the reflection in the mirror. “This is just amazing,” he said. “I mean, if I saw this woman,” he
pointed at the mirror, “standing in a nightclub, I would be in
immediate,” he fumbled for the word, “lust!” Cora laughed. “Glad you like my work, Billie,” she said. “But
you’re right. You are a very alluring woman now. You’ll have to
watch out for men when you go out.” Billie sat straight up, as if he had been struck in the tailbone by
a lightning bolt. Men! Cora had said it as if a man being attracted
to him would be the most natural thing in the world. The idea of it
seemed to rattle his sense of being to its very foundations. He
decided that he would have to just put that out of his mind.
“Well,” he said, “I will just avoid those types of situations.” “Good girl,” said Cora.
Later that evening, Cora showed Billie how to use the array of
cosmetics that she had brought by earlier. It was essentially no
different from what Billie had already learned, but there were
added ‘complications’, such as using a highlighter which swooped
from the cheekbones to underneath the outer corners of his eyes.
This made his face more triangular and feminine looking. She also
taught him how to apply false eyelashes, although she said that his
own eyelashes were very attractive, and that he should only use the
false ones for very formal occasions. Then Cora got out the needle. “Oh, yes,” said Billie, “I heard about this.” “You’ll love being able to wear glamorous earrings,” said Cora,
sensing his uneasiness. “Let’s just talk about this for a moment,” Billie pleaded weakly. “Once your weight is back, and you’re ready to be Bill again, the
holes will grow shut.” Billie eyed Cora suspiciously. “Trust me,” she said. Once again, Billie was trapped without benefit of an incisive
argument against the situation. He relaxed and leaned back in his
seat. “Go ahead, make my day.” The pain in his lobes only lasted for a moment. Cora inserted two
gold studs, and instructed him on how to keep his lobes sterilized
until the holes healed.
Three weeks passed, with Billie keeping the same basic routine. He
eventually managed to try on all the things that Loretta had
brought home that evening, although she kept bringing more. Each
weekday Loretta would pick Billie up for lunch, and he would do his
best to look good in a new outfit. After the first week, when he
was feeling stronger, they would sometimes do a little shopping
right after or before lunch. Billie quickly forgot about the
conversation with Cora that had caused him so much worry. Men did
pay attention to him as a woman, but none had approached him with
anything remotely resembling a come-on. Not yet, anyway. Billie
felt he could handle polite nods and offering a demure handshake
every now and then. By the end of this time Billie had gained back a good deal of his
energy, if not his normal physique. His waist seemed to be
shrinking. He had gained a little weight back, but it was gathering
around his bust and hips and, to some extent, under his thighs.
Although it worried him at first, he quickly became accustomed to
the fleshy feeling in those areas of his body. Loretta had already
prepared for the day when he could throw out the padded bras by
purchasing a whole set of non-padded ones. That day was coming up
fast.
It was a Friday evening when Loretta and Cynthia came home from
work together. Billie greeted them at the door in a pastel print
sun-dress with spaghetti straps on the shoulders. He wore pink and
white slide sandals with three inch heels, and a gold ankle chain
that Loretta had given him a few days before. Both girls
complimented Billie on how pretty he looked. He sashayed about the
living room, modeling the outfit, relishing in what he felt were
the slightly envious gazes of the women. Indeed, he felt pretty,
and had felt pretty all day. Cynthia had been giving Billie lessons
in fine-tuning his feminine deportment, and Billie thus assumed
that this was why she was here this evening. “All ready for another lesson,” Billie told Cynthia as he followed
them into the house. “You don’t need it,” said Cynthia. “What do you mean?” asked Billie, caught off-guard. Cynthia stopped and turned to him. “It means that being a woman
comes so naturally to you, that there’s really not a whole lot more
that I can teach you.” she smiled. “That’s a compliment. Besides,
you’ve gotten so good at this we have some special plans for you
this evening.” “Uh-oh,” said Billie, wondering what they were thinking of this
time. “Billie?” said Loretta sweetly. “Yes?” Loretta smiled mischievously. “Go put on something sexy, ’cause
we’re going out!” “Out?” said Billie. “Aren’t you worried about someone seeing us?” “Billie,” Loretta began, “we�ve been out to lunch just about every
day for a few weeks now. No one is going to recognize a gorgeous
woman like you as being my husband.” Billie blushed a little. He liked being called gorgeous, even
though he knew deep down that it was silly to be pulling off this
whole charade. At least he thought he knew. He wanted to go out; he
hadn’t been out on a Friday night in months. He also realized that
he wanted to go out as a woman, just to see what effect it had on
people, and to see what effect it had on him to be treated
differently. “Okay,” he finally said with a giggle.
Billie wanted to really do it up right. He noticed for the first
time that he was really in competition with Loretta and Cynthia; he
wanted to be the best looking girl of the three! He started by
cleansing his face thoroughly, and then applying a deep-
moisturizing lotion. Next he put on foundation, mascara, blush,
highlighter, eyeliner, and a rich, two-tone eye-shadow. He finished
the job with a deep red lipstick. By now he had so many evening outfits that he wanted to wear that
he had a tough time deciding which one to go out in. He settled on
one that he thought looked particularly good on him. It was a
sweater of a very stretchy black fabric with an off the shoulder
bodice and a black leather skirt. He first slipped on the smallest
and tightest pair of black lace panties he had, which kept him
tucked in well and also took about an inch off his already slender
waist. Next he put on a lace strapless bra. This one wasn’t a push-
up type, as his swelling bustline no longer needed much help. Even
though he had grown fond of wearing stockings during the past week,
the skirt was so short that he wore sheer black pantyhose with
back-seams instead. The skirt itself came on next, fitting his
sleek figure like a sheath, and covering only a few short inches of
the tops of his thighs. He then slipped on a pair of black leather
four inch pumps with narrow heels and pointed toes. Billie decided that his hair should be just a little wilder. He
spritzed it, then moussed it up and teased it, just like Cora had
done the week before. The style fell sexily on his bare shoulders.
Billie admired the effect in the full length mirror; he looked hot!
He put some makeup in a small black leather handbag and the three
girls were off.
They began the evening at a restaurant that Billie had wanted to
try out for some time, but had never had the chance. The hostess
said that there would be a short wait for a table, so the girls
went into the cocktail lounge for drinks. The sight of these three
good-looking ladies entering unescorted caught more than a few
wandering male eyes. Billie noticed this more than the other two,
because he knew from experience the ways in which a guy will
surreptitiously steal gazes at other women without letting his date
in on it. Billie was also quite aware of how good he looked as a
woman. He found that the way in which the tight mini-skirt slightly
restricted the movement of his thighs was immensely exciting.
Billie also had to be doubly sure to always keep his legs together
while wearing this dress, as he reminded himself while sitting on a
barstool. The ladies had hardly dipped into their drinks when they were
called for their table. As they left the lounge Billie decided to
give the guys a show, and with a sly smile he wiggled his hips on
the way out. A loud wolf whistle rang out from the back of the
room. Billie looked back over his shoulder, smiled at the
perpetrator, and threw his hair back as he left the room. Billie’s feet felt lighter than air as he strutted on the high,
narrow heels through the restaurant to a comfortable booth, where
they were seated. Again he noticed the wandering gazes from men as
they settled down. He had grown past the point of fearing such
attention; he knew how to handle himself, at least he thought he
did. When it did start to bother him, he would simply refuse to
think about it. He was having too much fun now. one man was staring
rather unashamedly right at Billie, who cast his eyes down with a
demure smile and crossed his legs, the black nylon swishing like a
whisper. After eating the girls got up to leave, stopping in the ladies’
room on the way out to touch up their faces. Billie got a bit of a
jolt when he realized what he was actually doing. He couldn’t
believe how easily it came to him – not that he wasn’t thinking
every second about his deportment and demeanor – and it caused him
another familiar twinge of uneasiness. What would become of Bill,
anyway? He would have to go back to that life soon. Billie shrugged
off these thoughts; he couldn’t afford to think about being Bill
while passing as a girl in the middle of a ladies’ rest room. Bill
would just have to wait, maybe until morning at least. He finished
his lipstick, snapped his handbag shut, and breezed out of the
restaurant with Cynthia and Loretta. Outside was a cool, dry, clear Southern California evening. Billie
felt the air wash over his bare shoulders and nearly bare legs and,
for a moment, he felt almost naked. In away he was something much
more dramatic than naked, he thought. That was interesting, where
did that thought come from? He tried to hang onto it, to nurture
the idea of his nakedness into something that would make sense out
of the roller-coaster of feelings that this masquerade was causing
him. He lost the train of thought quickly though as the other two
girls announced the next stop: Zorba’s Dance Club. Zorba’s was a popular hangout for the young, good-looking, and
single crowd. It was this last qualification that caused Billie so
much surprise when Loretta and Cynthia told him that that was where
they were going. “Look,” Billie protested, “three single women walking in there
alone are only looking for one thing.” “Billie, I’m surprised at you,” Cynthia admonished. “One thing you
are about to learn is that girls do this sort of thing just to have
some fun. If a guy you’re dancing with expects more, then he’ll
just have to sort it out later when he’s alone in his apartment.” “Just relax and have fun, Billie,” said Loretta. “No guy can make
you do anything you don’t want to do. you don’t even have to
dance.” That put Billie at ease. Of course, he wouldn’t dance. It was so
simple. He would just sit and watch the people. Still, he checked
over his nails one last time as they pulled up to the valet.
Billie had seen ads for Zorba’s on television before, but that
didn’t begin to prepare him for the audio-visual explosion that he
found inside. The main room was huge, so huge that in fact he
couldn’t make out the other end of it at all. A Grecian fountain
sat in the center of the dance floor, and smaller ones adorned the
walls and private booths to either side of the room. The
combination of throbbing music and the maze of lighting seemed to
alert the senses. Everywhere were young women dressed in the
sexiest, most fashionable clothes, although Billie’s dress was a
bit more daring than most. The girls sat down in a semi-circular
booth. Billie soon noticed that Loretta and Cynthia were whispering
to each other and smiling while looking at him. “What are you two talking about now?” he asked while shaking his
hair out. Loretta smiled at him. “Billie, we were just noticing how
incredibly feminine you look and act, it’s amazing.” Billie grinned
with satisfaction. “Do go on,” he said. Cynthia laughed, then said, “Your legs are so slender that every
other girl here is going to turn green! And the way that dress hugs
your butt – whew!” All three of them laughed. It wasn’t long before an occasional man could be noticed orbiting
their booth, trying to decide which one of them to ask to dance.
One pair of rather self-confident looking guys finally walked right
up to them. “Which two of you attractive ladies wants to dance?” one of them
asked. Billie cringed at their tired approach (wasn’t that one of Bill’s
old lines?), but he had to admit that he was flattered by it. Cynthia and Loretta quickly agreed to dance, and they got up to
join the two guys. Billie realized only then that he had not felt
the least bit jealous of the notion of other men dancing with his
wife. He wanted her to have fun, and he knew that she wouldn’t lead
any of these guys on, so he watched her dance. Billie was watching
so intently that he didn’t even notice the man that was leaning
across the table, until the man spoke up. “Hi,” he said. Billie turned with a start. When he saw what it was he touched a
hand demurely to his chest. “I’m sorry, you scared me for a
moment,” he said with a smile. “Oh, sorry.” “That’s okay.” The man came around and leaned in closer. “My name’s Mike. Would
you like to dance?” Billie was so amazed at being asked he didn’t even hear himself
say, “Yes.” Mike led Billie onto the dance floor. The music was loud, so there
wasn’t much opportunity to talk. That was okay with Billie, though.
He was just enjoying one more new experience. Dancing in high heels
was another new feeling. Billie found that he couldn’t move his
feet around quite as much as he normally would, but he could swivel
his hips more. When they returned to the booth they found that Loretta and Cynthia
were already back, with the two guys hovering over them. Billie
slipped into his seat and introduced Mike, who offered to buy the
ladies a round of drinks. Billie looked at the other two girls, then spoke up. “No thanks,”
he said. Mike composed himself. “Well, could we dance again later, Billie?” Billie felt sorry for Mike. “Sure,” Billie said, “why not?”
Mike left with a grin on his face. Billie turned to the girls, who
were excusing themselves from the other two gentlemen. They left
looking not quite so triumphant. “What happened?” asked Billie. “They were getting a little pushy,” replied Loretta. “Mike seemed nice,” Cynthia chimed in. “I think he likes you.” Billie felt his face blushing. “Yeah, well, he’s all right, I
guess. Wait a second! What am I saying?” The girls stayed until about one a.m., dancing with just about
every unescorted guy in the place. Billie danced with Mike a couple
of more times, and Mike said that Billie was about the most
gorgeous woman he had ever spoken to. This caused Billie no end of
conflicting feelings of flattery and panic. When they went to bed that night, Billie fell asleep almost
immediately.
Once again, Billie was on the dance floor with Mike, except
everything was quite different, not the least of which was that
they were not on the same dance floor, but on one in a nineteenth
century style grand ballroom. Mike wore gray and black tails,
making him much more distinguished looking than he had been
earlier. Billie wore a beautiful formal dress of jade green taffeta
with lots of ruffles and a very low cut front, satin elbow length
gloves, and satin pumps. They were whirling around the ballroom to
the sound of a waltz which Billie didn’t recognize, but if he had
been able to recognize it he would have recognized it as Mozart.
All that Billie understood was that a very stiff looking orchestra
was playing at one end of the hall, and they sounded beautiful. The
next thing Billie noticed was that Mike had changed. He had not
changed clothes, but he had changed into Dave. Dave was wearing the
same clothes that Mike had been wearing though, which was of
dubious comfort to Billie, for neither of the gentleman had
bothered to ask the lady if Dave could cut in. No matter, Dave
seemed to know how to waltz just as well, and Billie tossed her(?)
head back and laughed with delight. Dave seemed unable to take his
eyes off of Billie’s rather pronounced cleavage, and when the waltz
ended Billie demurely drew a lacy fan over her (yes, why not her?)
chest. Dave offered his hand to walk Billie to a chair. “Champagne for the lady?” Dave asked. Billie smiled. “Yes, please.” Dave was immediately standing in front of Billie with a bottle of
champagne and only one glass. “M’lady looks absolutely exquisite tonight,” Dave said as he poured
champagne into the lone glass. He handed the glass to Billie. “And what will you drink out of, Mister Thomas?” Billie asked. Dave kneeled in front of Billie. “Man could not forge a more
delicate vessel, than the lady’s slipper.” With that he gently
lifted one of Billie’s white-stockinged legs and removed the high-
heeled satin pump, revealing her soft, white-webbed toes and
painted nails. He poured champagne into her shoe and, without
taking his eyes off of Billie’s, began to sip from the heel end. He
gently massaged Billie’s stocking clad foot with his free hand.
This caused Billie to blush somewhat, and she furiously waved the
fan at her face. When Dave finished the champagne he began to lean
in toward Billie, saying, “Now let me drink from those lips, which
are the color of dark wine, and which make one more drunk when
simply tasted than would a sea of champagne.” He pressed his lips
to Billie’s, gently at first, but then more urgently, until Billie
felt herself suffocating in Dave’s passionate embrace.
Billie woke up with a start. Indeed, he found having a dream about
being kissed by his head employee to be a rather distressing way to
start the day. It was day, he was sure of that. Loretta was already
up, apparently preparing breakfast. Billie sat up in the bed,
trying to get a mental grasp of the situation. He pulled off his
hair net and shook his head, allowing the long locks to fall on his
shoulders. Okay, he had long hair, that much was confirmed. He was
also wearing a lavender nightgown, which felt really good against
his skin. He took a furtive glance at his chest. Yes, two rather
well developed breasts were there, as he had expected. He ran a
finger across the top of them, feeling their softness. His
fingernails were long and slender, painted with a ruby polish. With
these observations in mind, Billie was now certain that the dream
had started in the grand ballroom, and was now definitely over.
Something else still tugged at his insides, though. Billie realized
that he was excited, even though he had found the dream to be
absolutely revolting. This put a completely new fright in him, and
he decided that he would be better off having breakfast with his
wife than sitting here thinking about such things. He slipped into
his pink marabou pumps and went to wash his face and put on a
little makeup.
“You have a good night’s sleep?” asked Loretta as Billie sat down
to a breakfast of fruit and juice. “Yes, yes, terrific,” answered Billie without looking up from the
table. “That’s good, ’cause we’re going to the beach today.” Billie looked up. “We are?”
Cynthia arrived soon after Billie had taken a shower and put on his
makeup for the day. Loretta had told him to be sure to ‘Nair’ his
body again, and he had done so. His body felt baby smooth, from his
breasts down to his toes. Afterward Loretta called Billie into the
bedroom. “I have something for you to put on,” she said as he entered the
room. she held up what appeared to Billie to be a very skimpy
looking flesh colored garment. “What is it?” asked Billie. “It’s called a cache garment. Cynthia got it from the theater
supply store. It’s used by female impersonators, and it will allow
you to wear a bikini today.” Billie took the lightweight garment and held it up. Loretta got out
a metallic print French-cut bikini and laid it out on the bed. “Be sure everything’s lined up okay,” Loretta said with a giggle.
“Cynthia and I will be waiting in the living room for you to model
it.” With that she left the room. Billie took off his nylon house-robe and stood naked before the
mirror. He stepped into the garment and pulled it up his legs. He
had some difficulty getting it over his hips, because it was very
tight. He didn’t line up his privates quite right at first, which
caused some pain when the garment snapped down on him. With this
incentive in mind, he got it right the second time. Billie was immediately struck by the dramatic difference it made in
his appearance. He could not make out one lumpy trace of his
masculinity now. The cache garment was the same color as his skin.
He could just as well have been a naked woman standing there,
staring dumbfounded in the dressing mirror. Billie could hardly
wait now to get the bikini on. The top was a bandeau style, with an
optional halter strap that Billie chose to tuck into his bustline.
The cups fit his breasts perfectly, exposing just the right amount
of soft flesh above them. He pulled on the bottom. The waistband
came up above his rounded hips, blending in magically with the
cache garment. Billie couldn’t get over how exciting this effect
was, and for a moment he lost himself in his feminine reflection.
He then remembered that the girls would be waiting. He slipped into
his light tan colored, high heeled slides, and put on Loretta’s
white nylon beach robe. Before entering the living room, he decided
to put on his gold ankle bracelet. He fluffed up his hair and
stepped into the living room, one leg at a time. At first, all Cynthia and Loretta could see were a pair of slender,
smooth legs poking out from around the corner of the hallway. Then
the rest of Billie entered and he strutted toward them. His long
mane of hair fell on the shoulders of the beach robe, which he kept
wrapped tightly around himself. He turned his back to the girls and
slowly untied the belt of the robe, then slid the robe down his
back, first exposing his creamy white, bare shoulders, then his
well rounded hips. Finally, he let the robe fall on the floor, and
he turned to meet the wide-eyed stares of Cynthia and Loretta. “This is just incredible!” Cynthia exclaimed. “From now on you are
definitely one of the girls!” “Billie, you look perfect!” Loretta declared. “I’d be glad to have
you as one of my girlfriends, if you don’t mind.” Billie gave an embarrassed grin. “Sure, why not?” “All right then, girls,” said Cynthia, “let�s go to the beach!”
The three girls decided to drive up the coast highway a few miles
to a secluded beach that they knew of, where there would be fewer
pesky teenagers to have to put up with. Billie stepped out of his
slides as he reached the edge of the thick, soft sand. The sky was
perfectly clear, and a breeze came in off of the Pacific, bathing
him in the cool ocean air. With the shoes dangling from one hand,
Billie led the other two girls to a good sunning spot. The girls
spread out their towels and began to help each other with their
suntan lotion. Billie relished the feel of the sweet smelling oil
as he rubbed it into his cleavage and over his curvy thighs.
Loretta put some on his back. Billie laid down on his stomach,
undoing the bikini top strap in back, as he had seen other women do
to prevent tan lines. He made a mental note to remember not to sit
up too fast. The girls were soon interrupted by a frisbee, which fell right in
the middle of them, bouncing off Cynthia’s fanny before coming to
rest in the sand. Billie closed his top. The girls sat up to see
the culprit coming toward them, a male culprit, with a big ‘gee-
I’m-sorry-I-don’t-know-what-happened’ grin on his face, and two
male co-culprits following close behind. “We’re in trouble,” said Cynthia with a giggle. “You’re in trouble,” Billie corrected. “Stop it, you two,” said Loretta. The first of the frisbee enthusiasts stopped at the girls’ feet,
put his hands on his hips, and smiled. “Hi, I’m Doug,” he said. “How profound,” said Billie under his breath. Cynthia hit him on
the back. “Ouch!” The other two guys caught up with Doug. “You find the frisbee,
Doug?” one of them said while staring at the ladies. “Yeah,” said Doug. “Since we interrupted these gorgeous babes, I
thought we should invite them to play.” Billie stammered, “Oh, no, we couldn’t-” “Sounds great!” said Cynthia. She grabbed the frisbee and pranced
out onto the open beach. “Come ones Billie, Loretta!” Loretta got up, and Billie followed. The game of frisbee was going rather nicely, Billie thought after a
short time. These guys seemed to just want to toss the frisbee, and
nothing else. Billie thought that the slender women playing among
the muscular guys looked like three gazelles prancing around in a
buffalo corral. Loretta took pictures of the game, getting Billie
falling back into Doug’s arms while trying to catch the frisbee,
and also lying on his stomach, perched on his elbows, with one
sleek calf raised in the air. When they finished playing, the guys prepared to leave. Doug came
back up to the girls. “So, would you girls like to go out tonight?” he asked. Loretta and Cynthia deferred to Billie, who politely declined. “Well, it’s been fun. Take care,” he said. He rounded up the other
two and left.
On the way back to the house, Billie reclined in the back seat. He
noticed that Cynthia was staring at him with a benign grin on her
face. “What’s up with you?” Billie asked her. Cynthia turned all the way around to face Billie, as if she had
been waiting to be asked that very question. “Billie,” she began,
“have you ever considered modeling?” Billie drew a lightly tanned knee up to his chin. He thought about
the question for a moment. Was she serious, or just ribbing? “No,
not really,” he finally said. “Why?” “I don’t mean full time or anything, you know, not like a Paulina
Porizskova. But I have a contact with a mail order fashion company
that needs models for their catalogues.” Billie let out a sigh. “Come on, girl, that’s crazy. Me? A model?” “No, really, you’re perfect,” Cynthia insisted. “They deal mostly
in formal wear, so they’re looking for women who look just a little
older than the average eighteen year old. But they want slender,
gorgeous women all the same.” Billie shook his head in thought. “It’s not that it doesn’t sound
like fun, it does. But this is going to have to end soon.” “It doesn’t have to end soon,” Loretta suddenly chimed in. Billie couldn’t believe it. “Don’t you want your husband back?” he
asked. “I have my husband,” Loretta answered. “My husband is living, which
is a miracle in itself, and living as a happy, self-assured woman
for the time being. I think that she should take advantage of every
opportunity with this new lease on life.” Billie pondered this. He had never considered how happy he was
while doing this. Wasn’t it his recovery that had been making him
so content? Or was it the discovery of a part of him that he had
never known before? He found some pleasure in what he had been
doing, that much was certain. But his pleasure center and his self-
image as a man had been like two locomotives on a collision course
ever since that first day home from the hospital. Billie touched
one of his earrings while staring down at his painted toenails. His hair was blowing in his eyes, distracting him from his
thoughts. He reached into his beach bag and pulled out a couple of
barrettes, then used them to pin his hair back. He was suddenly
struck by how easily he had done this; it had involved no real
thought at all. He decided to give Cynthia’s suggestion a chance. “What do we do first?” he asked Cynthia. Cynthia squealed with enthusiasm as she explained what had to be
done.
The following Monday morning, Cynthia arrived to take Billie to
Cora’s beauty salon. She had already arranged for Billie to get a
professional makeover and hairstyle that day.
Billie wanted to be his absolute stunning best. He put on a
lavender garter belt, and slid a pair of sheer suntan, lace top
stockings onto his legs, attaching them to the garters. He decided
to wear a violet leather skirt that came just below the knee, and
had a long slit in back. He settled on a blouse that was satiny and
deep blue-purple in color. He put on a gold chain belt and two gold
necklaces, as well as dangling gold earrings. The finishing touch
were a pair of hot lavender, high heeled, leather pumps with the
backs of the heels scooped out. Billie looked in the mirror to check over everything before going
out. He unbuttoned his blouse a couple of notches, exposing just a
wisp of cleavage and camisole. He sprayed a little of his favorite
perfume right in the center dabbed a little behind each ear, and
then some on the back of the knees. Satisfied with the results, he
picked up his purse and an electric blue leather bolero jacket, and
he followed Cynthia to the car.
Cora waved to them as they entered the salon. An assistant washed
and conditioned Billie’s hair while several women in the salon
complimented Billie on his outfit. Billie smiled to himself; if
only they knew what he really was Cora styled Billie’s hair into
long, draping curls, pinning some of it in back with a butterfly
clip. she then gave Billie the most thorough makeup job he had ever
had. A manicurist painted Billie’s nails with a creamy lavender
polish, which matched his outfit nicely. She then asked Billie to
take off his stockings. He very carefully unhooked the garters and
pulled off the stockings. The manicurist buffed his feet lightly,
rubbed a moisturizer on them, and then painted his toenails the
same color as his fingernails. Once the polish was dry, Billie put
his stockings back on, slipped into his heels, and stood up. “Billie,” Cora said in a hushed voice, “you could cut the envious
gazes in this room with a knife!” Billie looked around the room, noticing that all the other women
were staring right at him. He coolly gave them a smile and said,
“Don�t envy me. I wasn’t always this beautiful!” That seemed to break the tension as the other women turned to each
other with embarrassed little giggles. Cora and Cynthia, in light
of their particular knowledge of the irony of Billie’s remark, had
to struggle to keep straight faces as they escorted him out the
door.
Loretta met Billie and Cynthia at Yvonne’s Photo Studio, where they
had arranged for Billie to do a glamour session for a modeling
portfolio. An assistant escorted Billie to a dressing room. Loretta
and Cynthia followed. All three girls let out an audible gasp when they saw the racks of
clothes hanging in the dressing room. The assistant suggested that
they start with the outfit that Billie was wearing, then they could
go to some formal wear, and finally some bathing suit shots. Billie entered the studio, where the photographer was waiting. “Hi, I’m Paul,” he said while offering Billie a handshake. “I’m
lucky to make a job out of photographing beautiful women like
yourself” Billie shook his hand, sizing him up as a clean, professional type.
It occurred to Billie that someone like Paul probably wouldn’t even
be fazed if he knew his secret. Paul had already set up some lights
against a soft, white background. He showed Billie the area to
stand in, telling him not to move while he adjusted a light. “This is the back-light,” Paul said. “We aim it from the opposite
side of the camera so as to make your hair look heavenly, and it
makes the picture more three-dimensional. If you can just feel
where it is, you will be in great shape.” Billie wondered how he was supposed treed a light. He glanced over
at Cynthia, who was standing to one side of the staging area. They
had agreed that if Billie got stuck as to how to pose, he could
just look over at Cynthia and she would give him poses to mimic.
This came in handy rather quickly, for no sooner had Paul begun to
flash away than Billie drew a blank on new poses. Paul chattered
away about how to hold his hair and turn and so on, but Billie
ended up mimicking Cynthia for most of the first part of the
session. It must have worked, because Paul kept saying ‘great!’ and
‘marvelous!’. Getting into the second part, in which Billie wore a full length,
silver evening gown, he began to pick up the rhythm of the poses.
Paul had him do several sitting poses, and he was surprised when a
male model appeared in a tux. “Where did he come from?” Billie
wondered aloud. “He comes with the package, apparently,” said
Loretta. Billie and the tuxedo clad model did several poses with champagne
glasses. Another pose involved the guy kneeling in front of Billie
to adjust the ankle strap of his sandal. This reminded Billie of
his dream of the previous weekend, and it caused him to burst into
a giggle. He tried to cover his mouth. “Perfect!” said Paul in reaction to the giggle. Next came a blue, strapless, shirred evening dress with rhinestone
appliqu�s and elbow-length gloves. It hugged Billie’s form
marvelously. The assistant clasped a rhinestone necklace around his
neck, as well as matching bracelets, which looked stunning against
the blue satin gloves. He pulled on a pair of white glitter
stockings and slipped into a pair of scooped out pumps. “My gosh, Linda Evans should watch out!” exclaimed Cynthia as
Billie strutted back into the studio. Billie thought that the piece de resistance was a gold metallic,
French cut bikini, with gold leather, high-heeled sandals. The
cache garment did its job wonderfully, because everyone commented
on how sleek and sexy Billie looked in the bikini. Paul’s assistant
laid out a huge black beach towel for Billie to lie down on. The
effect of the gold bikini on the black towel was stunning to say
the least.
Billie was tired when he and Loretta got home that evening. He told
her that he had gained a new respect for models; he had never
realized how much work it was-standing in heels for so long,
turning, twisting, and bending under the hot lights. Loretta put her arms around Billie and shut him up with a long,
warm kiss. When she pulled away she had Billie’s lipstick on her. “Billie,” she said while running a fingernail down Billie’s neck to
his chest, “I want you to put on something sexy for me.” “My clothes don’t fit me yet,” Billie said. Loretta looked him in the eye. “I don’t mean Bill’s clothes, I mean
Billie’s.” Billie smiled nervously. “Are you sure?” Loretta nodded, and kissed him again. “Okay,” Billie said, and he headed for the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, Billie took off the outfit that he had worn to
the photo studio that day. He pulled open a drawer and lifted out a
black lace mini-basque with garters and see-through cups. He pulled
it over his body. It fit firmly, but comfortably, slightly slimming
his waist and lifting his breasts into a nicely rounded cleavage.
He slid a pair of black French-seamed stockings onto his legs, and
attached them to the garters. Next he pulled a black lace g-string
panty up over the garters. He fished through the closet to find a
pair of patent leather pumps with five-inch spike heels. He put
them on, feeling the taughtness in his calves as he walked in them.
He removed the gold earrings and replaced them with a pair of
dangling silver ones with rows of tiny rhinestones. He then pulled
on his mid-length black nylon house robe, tied it at the waist, and
walked into the living room. Loretta sat on the sofa, with an open bottle of champagne on the
coffee table next to a couple of full tulip glasses. She handed
Billie a glass as he sat down next to her. “Let’s see what’s under the robe,” Loretta said. “My, you are a naughty one tonight,” Billie teased while standing
to take off the robe. “You’d better believe it. And I intend to get naughtier.” Billie untied the belt, and allowed the robe to slide off his
shoulders, down his back. Loretta just sat there for a moment, her
eyes drinking in the sight of Billie in the basque and stockings.
Then she stood, set down her glass, and put her arms around Billie. “I just want you to know how much I love you,” she said.
Loretta kissed Billie deeply, running her hands over his lace clad
body. Billie felt something stir underneath the cache garment, an
event he hadn’t thought possible until now. Loretta ran a finger
under the edge of Billie’s stocking. “Let’s go someplace more comfortable,” she said. she took Billie by
the hand, and walked him into the bedroom.
Two weeks later, Billie and Cynthia sat over lunch looking at the
new portfolio. “These pictures came out so fantastic!” Cynthia said. “I already
have one agent that wants to meet you.” A chill ran through Billie; he hadn’t been prepared for the notion
that anything would really come of this. “Are you sure we should do
this?” Billie asked. “Are you kidding? Yes! You paid for this very expensive photo
session, so you might as well do a couple of jobs to get a return
on your investment.” Billie’s business sense kicked in, and he decided that Cynthia had
a valid point.
“Your portfolio is just marvelous,” agent Liddia Glanders was
saying from across her desk while Billie reached down to hike up a
wrinkle in his pantyhose. “I already have two catalogue companies
that are interested in you. you have the perfect look for their
particular needs.” Billie looked up. “Which are-?” “A slender, attractive woman who looks just old enough not to make
their customers feel insulted,” Liddia said. “Are you available
next week?” Billie gulped slightly. “Yeah, I guess.”
Cynthia was driving Billie home while he complained about what he
was getting into. “This could go on forever,” Billie said. “What do I do if I wanna’
stop this nonsense?” Cynthia didn’t answer; her thoughts seemed to be elsewhere.
“Billie,” she began after a long silence, “I�m supposed to ask you
something right now, before we get to your house.” “This sounds ominous,” said Billie. “Ask away.” Cynthia cleared her throat. “No matter what happens when you get
home, you have to promise to not get mad at Loretta, to try to be
understanding.” Billie felt himself starting to panic. “What has she done?” “Well,” Cynthia said while shifting in her seat, “she�s really just
thinking of you. But you may get the idea that she’s gone too far.
That’s all I can tell you.” Billie tightened his grip on his purse, and let out an aggravated
sigh.
Loretta greeted them at the door with a smile. She kissed Billie on
the cheek. Billie could tell she was a little bit nervous. He went
on into the living room. When he got there he stopped in his tracks, his mouth dropped open,
and his purse slipped from his hands. Dave was sitting on the couch. Billie closed his eyes, counted to ten, and reopened them. Dave was still there. “Hello, Billie,” Dave said as he stood up and
began to walk toward Billie. Billie backed up against the wall. He tried to say something, but
he could only manage to open and close his mouth, which he thought
must have looked rather stupid. “Yes,” Dave said, “Loretta told me all about it. And I think it’s
great.” The latter part of what Dave said didn’t register in Billie’s brain
right away. “Loretta!” he yelled. “What?” came the reply, only inches from his face. Billie turned to see Loretta standing next to him with an injured
expression on her face. “Don’t get mad at Loretta,” Dave said. Billie looked back at Dave. Suddenly something about Dave
registered in his mind. “I had a dream about you recently,” Billie
said. “Yeah? What happened?” Dave asked. “You used the most awful come-on. Something out of a bad romance
novel, �Lips like wine,’ or some nonsense like that,” Billie
babbled. “Who was I coming on to?” Dave inquired. Billie toyed nervously with his necklace. “Uh, no one specific. I
just-” “Look, Billie,” Dave began, “like I said, Loretta’s told me
everything, and I think that it’s done you a lot of good.” “You do?” Billie said, feeling somewhat relieved. “I mean, I’ll be
getting back to being Bill soon, I just have a couple of modeling
jobs, and-” “That’s fine with me,” Dave reassured. “Look, I now understand why
you’ve been avoiding the office since you got out of the hospital.
I just wanted you to know that it’s fine by me if Billie wants to
run the business for a while. That is, if there’s time between
modeling jobs.” Billie sat down in a stuffed chair, lost in thought “Just think about it,” Loretta chimed in. ‘These past few weeks
have shown me a person much more content and well-adjusted than
Bill ever was. you may not even be aware of that fact, but it’s
true.” Billie looked at Cynthia. “Cindy? Do you have anything to add?” “Yes, I do,” she said. she strode around in front of Billie,
looking him over. “Your slip is showing.” The other three looked at each other, bursting into laughter.
Billie stood up and gave Loretta a hug. “All of you are absolutely right,” Billie said. “I have been
happier as Billie than I’ve been willing to admit, and I’d like to
go on like this for at least a little while longer. What do you say
we go out and celebrate?” That suggestion received a rousing cheer of approval. “Just one thing,” Billie said. The others fell silent “Keep Dave
and any alcoholic beverages away from my shoes.” “Huh?” said Loretta. Billie smiled at them. “I’ll explain later.”
