Wife’s crossdressing fantasy Part 3

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person, or incident is strictly coincidental. My Wife’s Cross dressing Fantasy 3 Then my wife looked at me and said “Happy anniversary darling.” How did she know the effect this experience would have on me. I was changed forever. It was such a wonderful experience. She deserved that I come up with something just as exciting for her, but what? I thought and thought, but I couldn’t think of anything to equal what she did for me on our anniversary. The days went by and I had nothing, but then, I remembered. A couple of months ago we were talking and she told me that she missed her friends from where we used to live. We moved to this city, because three years ago I got a promotion and was reassigned here and she was unable to find a girlfriend to go out with. She had Kim as a friend, but Kim lived almost two hours away and they could not be spontaneous together. Before I go much further let me tell you about my wife. She is strikingly beautiful. She is five feet eight inches tall. She is slender, but not skinny. She has long legs, coal black hair that extends past her shoulders, a light complexion, steel gray eyes and a set of 38 D breasts. Every man who sees her wants her. As if that weren’t enough, her personality is such that she can melt your heart with just a word. I was putty in her hands and I wanted to make her happy. She needed a girlfriend and I was going to find one for her, but where to find someone like that? I mulled it over in my mind for a few days and finally I came up with the idea that I could become her girlfriend. I would have to prepare myself a lot more than I have in the past, but I was sure I could pull it off. I dressed up twice in the past, and both times I was just a guy in drag… a sexy guy in drag, but still I didn’t fool anyone and my wife was not going to go out with a guy in women’s clothes. Not even if he is her husband, so I had to do something a little more involved than just dressing up. My wife gets her hair done by a woman who is a transsexual. I went to her shop and laid out my idea to her and asked her to help me become my wife’s new girlfriend. The hairdresser’s name is Bobbie.. Bobbie is the exact opposite of my wife. She is short, petite, has small breasts, and she is Latin. She talks with a cute Latin accent. When Bobbie heard my plan she squealed, clapped her hands really fast and told me she would she would love to help me. She also told me it would take some work to make me into a believable woman, so I should come back in two days at 5:00. Two days later I showed up at Bobbie’s shop right on time. Bobbie was finishing up with a customer. She told me to sit down and that she would be with me shortly. When she finished and her customer left, Bobbie closed the door, locked it and told me to follow her into the back room. In the room she brought me to, there was what looked like an examination table right in the middle of the room. She told me to take my clothes off and get up on the table. I thought I would be more shy about undressing in front of Bobbie, but with my recent experiences all my shyness went away, so I did as she asked and got up on the table. A moment later she came over to me with a pot of some kind and a brush. She told me she was going to begin by removing the hair from my legs. I don’t have a lot of hair either on my legs or on my chest. Anyway she applied a little of, what I found out later was hot wax, on my leg. Then she pressed a cloth into the wax on my leg. The wax was a little warmer than I would have liked, but it was okay. Then she took hold of the cloth and ripped it off my leg, along with the hair under the wax. Most guys like to feel they are pretty macho and that pain doesn’t mean much and I am no different, but when she ripped that bahis siteleri cloth off my leg I came off that table like I was spring loaded. “Ooowww!! That hurts!” Bobbie laughed at me and gave me that “you should be ashamed” look that only Latins can give. You know the one. She leans back, tilts her head a little forward, shaking it from side to side, raises one eyebrow and said “I theenk Joo are jus a beeg pussy.” What could I say? All I knew was that she wasn’t ripping any more hair off of my body, macho man, or not. I was even beginning to wonder If I should re-think my commitment to this idea. Before I said anything Bobbie said “Okay, okay. Come weeth me to thee chower.” Head down, ego completely shattered, I followed her without so much as a peep. At the shower she gave me a bottle of some kind of lotion. She told me to rub it all over the hairy places of my body. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was and it didn’t smell all that pleasant. She told me to leave it on for about five minutes, then get into the shower and rinse it off. I did what she asked and low-and-behold, I was hairless from the neck down. I thought that was great and there was no pain. Then I got this brilliant idea. If it worked that well on my body why wouldn’t it work just as well on my face? So I rubbed a generous amount on my face… Big mistake! I must have left it a bit too long, or facial skin is just not made for such things. When I rinsed it off and looked in the mirror the hair was gone, but in its place there were several chemical burn marks. When Bobbie came into the room she got this big frown on her face/ She grabbed my face, turned it from side to side, clicked her tongue several times and complained that now she would have to fix it. She was not happy and when she was not happy, I was not happy. She then sent me home with the bottle of lotion and told me to apply it every time the hair began to grow back. She told me to come back in a couple of days, freshly SHAVED, and we would work on the next step of my transformation. Two days later, after surviving becoming hairless, I was again in good spirits when I went back to Bobbie’s shop. Today was the day that she would show me how to apply makeup. Apparently there is an art to it. She told me that if I did it wrong I might end up looking like a street walker and that wouldn’t do. She sat me down and had me watch in the mirror as she first applied a base coat and then two shades of eye shadow, one complimenting the other. After that there was lipstick. When she finished I looked in the mirror and I was astonished at what a difference a little makeup can make. I was getting more excited, because I saw in the mirror that I might actually be able to pull this off for my wife. In the middle of my admiring myself, she gave me a washcloth and told me to go to the bathroom and wash the makeup off. When I came back she sat me at a table filled with bottles of lotions and powders in various colors. She showed me which she had used on me and told me to reapply the makeup myself. Needless to say, when I was finished I looked like some kind of circus clown, so she told me what I had done wrong and told me to do it again. I spent the next three hours putting it on and washing it off, putting it on and washing it off. Each time she told me how to improve my look. By the end of the three hours I became more proficient at it and I did not look bad at all. I at least gained enough confidence at applying makeup that I did not worry much about being seen in public in makeup. The next step was wardrobe. She said if I wanted to go out as friends with my wife I should dress casually. She told me that on Saturday she would take me out shopping. When Saturday came she took me to a huge specialty store across the bay that sold items specifically canlı bahis siteleri for cross dressers. I was amazed at the variety of things they sold there. I didn’t know where to start. One of the first items we looked at were breast forms. She said we had to build the body before we can dress it. Many of the breast forms looked and felt very realistic. I was immediately drawn to the big guns, the 44 D at least, but Bobbie said, I would look more realistic if I chose a more moderate size breast form. She suggested set of 36B glue-ons. Then we looked at gaffs. The gaff is supposed to hidemale bulges. We looked at several and chose one that looked like it would do the best job. It had butt and hip pads to give me the curves to look more feminine. Next were a bra and panties. I picked out a matching panty and bra set in white. I chose white, because white goes with just about anything. I don’t like much the feel of thongs, so I bought a pair of low rise satin panties. The bra was also satiny and soft. The blouse I picked out was very conservative. It was a black Diane von Furstenberg Bentley Top with side pleating. It was very elegant looking, but not flashy. Bobbie found a lace front wig in honey blond that was very close to my natural hair. It wasn’t very long, jus barely shoulder length and straight. Then I bought a pair of skin tight blue jeans. I like tight jeans on women and with the new gaff I thought it would look good on me, too. Bobbie agreed. I was really getting excited about my new wardrobe and what my wife would think when she saw me. It was great fun for me to think about that. The shoes were the last item I purchased. It would be very awkward for me to try to wear pumps, or special occasion shoes, so I settled on a pair of black Lauren wedge shoes. They had just enough height to look stylish, but not so much as to make me seem awkward. I tried on everything that I could at the store and everything fit fabulously, but I couldn’t put everything on together, so I didn’t really know how I would look completely dressed in my new outfit. I had to wait until I got back to Bobbie’s shop to do that. After I finished shopping, Bobbie brought me back to her shop. There I applied my makeup and dressed in my whole ensemble. The gaff with the panties looked great; my butt and my hips looked delicious. The gaff is actually panties designed for men, but they looked quite plain and not the look I wanted, so I wore panties over it. The gaff/panties felt really feminine, but when I put the bra on with the breast forms I felt… I cannot describe the feeling that came over me because of the bra. Let me just say that if I could I would love for Dave to see me dressed to kill like this. I felt like I would drive him crazy looking like I did. I felt so sexy. At the shop Bobbie taught me some of the more abstract mannerisms that I, the woman, needed to know to make the full transition into womanhood. With the shoes she taught me to walk, one foot almost directly in front of the other. Walking like that accentuated the movement of my hips. She instructed me how to raise the tone of my voice just enough to sound feminine, but not strained. She went over how to stand and how to sit. She also taught me how to glue on my breast forms and do my nails. After that I felt I was ready to become my wife’s new friend. At home I put everything away and waited for the right moment. A few days later at breakfast, she mentioned that she would like to shopping for a new dress. That was my cue. I suggested to her that we go to the mall on Saturday and she readily agreed. We planned to leave at ten o’clock in the morning, so at nine I locked myself in the bathroom and proceeded to dress and beautify myself. It was great fun, so exciting. Up to this point my wife did not suspect canlı bahis anything. That made this thing even more fun. Anyway when my makeup was perfect and my new clothes were on I went out to greet my wife as her new friend. I went into the kitchen where she was sitting sipping on a cup of coffee. She looked at me when I came in. Suddenly a look of shock came over her face. Her jaw dropped, her eyes got wide and she seemed frozen in that state. Then a smile came over her face. She put her fingers over her mouth “Wow” she said. “What did you do?” “You are gorgeous!” That, of course, made me feel proud. I explained that she had no girlfriends here, so I thought maybe I could fill in and be her best friend and that I did all this for her. She chuckled, came over to me, hugged me tight and told me how much she loved me. As we were leaving she told me that we are going to have such a fun day. She talked, almost non stop, all the way to the mall. We laughed and talked about everything from fashion to men. It made me happy that she was having so much fun. At the mall, instead of going directly to the store for the dress she wanted, as I the man would have done, we walked by several stores and looked in the windows. We talked about the various things we saw and how they would look on us. We walked by the Victoria’s Secret store. My wife said “let’s go in here and look around.” It is a log different going into a store like Victoria’s Secret as a man, than it is as a women. The things I saw I visualized myself wearing and thought how sexy I would look wearing them. We went first to a shelf filled with various styles of panties. She picked up a pair of light blue boy short panties and told me that I would look great in them. Together we looked and laughed. Then we looked at the sexy sleepwear. She picked out a beautiful satin teddy and told me to try it on. We then went into the dressing room, each with some things to try on. When I tried on the teddy she liked she said it was such a turn on for her seeing me in it and told me to buy it, because she wanted to sleep with me wearing it. I loved it too and that was the first thing I bought. After Victoria’s Secret we wandered around the mall for a while looking at this and that. Then we came to the store in which was the dress she wanted to buy. The dress she wanted was a Solid Red Belted Waist A-Line Cocktail Dress, but we didn’t go directly to that dress. Instead we looked at several other dresses first. She picked some she thought I would look good in and I picked some for her. Together we tried them on and studied ourselves in the mirror. We had such a great time together. By the time we left that store we had each purchased a couple of dresses and two or three tops. In another store she spotted plum colored silk chiffon pleated one shoulder drape evening gown. She took it off the rack, held it up to me and looked for a while. Then she told me to try it on. I took it to the dressing room and put it on. Being a one shoulder drape I had to take off my bra to wear it. My breast forms were glued on, so that was not a problem. When I came out my wife sucked in her breath, put her hand over he mouth and looked at me for a while. She told me to turn around a couple of times. She told me she really loved how the dress looked on me and that she wanted us to go out for an evening with me wearing that dress. I hadn’t thought about going out for the evening when I conjured up the plan to become my wife’s friend, but at that moment it seemed a fantastic idea. I felt so sexy in the dress and that made me anxious to show it off in public, so I agreed and bought the dress. Now I would have to buy a pair of pumps and learn how to walk in them. We then went to a shoe store where my wife picked out several pairs of shoes. I put them on to see how they fit, but I didn’t dare try walking around in them. The shoes we decided upon were a pair of blue bird silk four and a quarter inch pumps. After that we went to one of the restaurants in the mall for lunch.

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