As they drove the freeway to the outskirts of the city Sheila looked at her

husband and was amazed at his absolute feminine beauty. His beautifully styled hair, his

perfectly applied makeup, his full red lips all screamed girl. But beyond his face he had

such smooth, shapely legs and beautiful round, firm bottom. But of all his feminine

attributes the most attractive feature of her totally feminized husband was his pinched

waistline made by the tightly cinched corset.

Sheila exited the freeway and headed north to the estate where the gala was being

held. She turned through the arched entry, the wrought iron gate was open, and drove to

the front of the huge house. Sheila brought her car to a stop and glanced at her husband,

“well, are you ready.”

“I guess so,” he replied, “how do I look?”

“You look wonderful,” Sheila, said, “you’ll be the best looking woman at the

party.”

“You’re not really in costume though,” Geoff said. “A tuxedo is not really a

costume; it looks like something you’d wear to a formal dance.”

“Well, this is a formal dance, and you’re in Miss Ginger Rogers satins, and I’m in

a Fred Astaire tuxedo, what could be better?” Sheila smiled at her husband. “Now you

get out here and wait for me to park the car.”

Geoff opened the door as a young man walked toward the car. The

tall young man held the door as Geoff negotiated his exit in the short royal

blue dress. He put his high heels on the concrete and stood, turning back to

the car to pick up the wrap and purse left in the seat. The young man

offered his hand as Geoff stepped over the curb, his heels glistening in the
lights from the house. Geoff’s hand was just as feminine as the loveliest debutant to ever

strut her stuff. His finely manicured and painted nails glistened in the light of the entry

chandelier. Sheila pulled away from the curb and Geoff turned and watched her drive

around the corner of the house to where the other cars were parked. The young man

smiled, “would you care to go in, ma’am?”

Geoff gulped as he opened his mouth to reply. Is his voice going to sound

feminine? The guys always tease him that he sounds gay. “I’ll wait for her,” he drawled,

the accent was fake but made a more feminine voice he thought. He looked through the

open door and noticed a lot of tuxedos and evening gowns. The fact that there were no

costumes didn’t register as he turned to see his wife come around the corner. He walked

toward the parking lot and then turned pacing back to the other side of the entry sidewalk.

It seemed to take forever for Sheila to return. Habitually he turned his wrist to look at his

watch, but it wasn’t there. In its place was a tennis bracelet filled with fake diamonds and

a second pair of gold bracelets that jingled as he moved his arm.

As Sheila rounded the corner of the huge house Geoff watched her and new

immediately that there was something different in her appearance. She was taller

although in the dim light at that part of the house he could not determine what was new.

As she came into the light Geoff was shocked. She wasn’t wearing the Fedora or the

man’s dance shoes. The necktie was replaced with the frills of a white woman’s blouse.

She clicked along in three-inch heels making her the same height as her husband. The

slicked-back male wig she had donned to cover her blonde hair was gone and her golden

locks now cascaded over her shoulders. “What’s going on?” there was panic in Geoff’s

voice as he walked toward his wife.

 She just smiled, “come on,” she said, taking Geoff by the arm and leading him in

through the front door. “Surprise,” she whispered, “you’re the only one in costume.”

Geoff felt his heart rate explode, panic started to take hold. “Just calm down,” Sheila

continued, “you look like a girl, you can act like a girl, heck, you even sound like a girl

with your little Texas accent. The only people you know at this party are the Peterson’s

and Connie and Mike.” The Peterson’s are Geoff and Sheila’s neighbors and Connie is

Sheila’s sister with her husband. Sheila had let all of them in on the scheme and all were

anxious to see Geoff in his “en femme” attire. “You have a choice, you can be Geoff, my

husband, living out all of his ‘cross dressing’ fantasies with the help of his wife who has

found out all about his alter ego,” Sheila’s voice dropped an octave as she made the

statement, “or you can be my cousin Ellen visiting from Dallas and taking Geoff’s place

at this little affair,” her voice returned to it’s normal lilt. “But you better make your

choice quickly, the woman walking toward us is our hostess.”

Geoff was stunned. His head was spinning. Across the room he saw a tall,

redheaded woman walking toward them. “Sheila,” she spoke from the middle of the

huge room, “I am so glad you were able to come.” Her voice was piercing and Geoff felt

like all eyes turned toward them as she spoke. Actually, few even noticed, “and where is

your husband?”

Sheila looked quickly to Geoff; he knew she would “out him” if he didn’t make a

quick decision. “Ellen, I’m Ellen,” he whispered, panic in his voice.

“Oh, he had to travel,” Sheila did the air kiss thing with Donna Covington, the

cities social goddess and the hostess for the evening. “This is Geoff’s cousin, Ellen, from
Dallas.” The lie was told, the groundwork laid, for the evening Geoff would be an

imaginary cousin named Ellen from Dallas, Texas.

“Don’t you look cute in your little tuxedo, and you dear are a glory in that little

dress. I am so glad you could make it. Your sister and her friends are all here, they are

out on the patio, I think near the bar.” Donna giggled a rather unattractive giggle and

pointed to the large windows at the end of the room. She turned to

greet another arriving guest.

“We’ll head that way.” Sheila clipped and started to walk

across the room.

Geoff’s head was spinning as he started across the ballroom,

following his wife as she cut through the crowd. There were probably

two hundred people at the affair; he prayed he knew none of them.

* * * * *

A month earlier the invitation had come in the mail. Sheila had found it among

the bills and other important junk that arrives everyday. The idea hit immediately to

“doctor” the invitation and create the perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone.

A year before Geoff had embarrassed his wife terribly. They were on vacation in Mexico

when they went to a clothing optional beach. Sheila had been talking about going topless

but decided she didn’t have the nerve to walk around with her breasts exposed to the

world. The two had gone into the water and while “wrestling around” with Geoff he

popped the clasp of her bra and in a flash she was topless, although under the water. He

left the water and walked up to the hotel, the bra in hand, leaving his wife in the water.
He walked by their towels and snapped them up as he went. Additional towels were

available on the patio, but Sheila would have to navigate the other beach goers, many of

whom were topless, some totally nude and then go to the patio to pick up another towel.

It took the better part of thirty minutes for her to muster the courage to leave the

water. She didn’t want to highlight her embarrassment by covering herself as she walked

across the sand but she also wanted to hide her breasts from the world. She left the water

and the breeze chilled her and she new her nipples were hardening and becoming more

erect. She walked across the beach toward the hotel and noticed Geoff standing on the

balcony of their room, camera in hand. She picked up her pace as she approached the

patio and panicked as she realized the boy with the towels was gone. There was a crowd

of people on the patio by the bar, all of them fully dressed. She frantically looked for

terrycloth and found none. Suddenly the boy appeared and she asked for a towel. In

broken English and with palms up he told her he was out of towels. She was dry by now

and knew she would have to return to her room with breasts exposed. This was not

unheard of at the hotel, but most women dressed before entering the lobby.

Sheila walked into the hotel, across the lobby and toward the elevators. The doors

were open and she didn’t want to run as they started to close because of the inherent

bounce she would experience. Likewise, she did not want to have to wait for the next car.

She raised her voice slightly to the occupants of the elevator, “hold the elevator please.”

A hand reached out and the door was held. As she approached her heart sank. The car

had a least ten people, all men, all in business suits. Sheila flushed as she approached the

elevator and entering she turned her back to the group wearing only the bottom of her

bikini. She asked that the forth floor button be pushed and as she looked at the buttons
she realized that the car would stop at every floor. On each floor she was jostled about

and even had to exit once to allow a big man and his suitcase to leave. Each man gawked

at her as they passed and most turned to look as the doors closed. At each floor there

were passengers waiting for the down elevator so as the doors opened she would be

standing there in all her glory. When she finally reached the forth floor she walked

directly to their room and pounded on the door. Geoff opened it and jumped back

expecting flailing arms to greet him. “I’ll get you back for that, just you wait!” she

hissed. “You will regret you ever embarrassed me like that you son-of-a-bitch.”

A week before receiving the invitation Sheila was surfing the Internet. The

computer was going slow so she went in to clean out some memory. One of the sites

caught her eye as she dumped files and she halted the process. She opened the site and

was shocked. It was a series of photos of men dressed as women some of them quite

passable others leaving much to be desired. She opened another and found similar

material. She spent the next hour looking through the history of the resent Internet

activity, tracking the sites visited by the only other user, her husband Geoff. She

wondered why he was so intrigued with men in dresses, she thought that he might be gay

and so she read some of the material, learning about men that like to cross dress. Sheila

knew better than to confront her husband with her find. She knew that he would make up

an excuse and just hide what he was looking for in some fashion. One of the articles

suggested that Geoff might be either wearing Sheila’s clothes or hiding women’s clothes

of his own. She started searching. She looked in the back of closets, under beds and in

the garage; nothing. She went to garden shed and found no hiding places. She checked
the attic, the spare bedroom and in every nook and cranny in the house and found

nothing. She thought that perhaps she was jumping to conclusions.

The phone rang and Sheila’s sister, Connie was on the line. They talked for a few

minutes and Sheila asked if she could go to her sister’s house for a cup of coffee. Upon

her arrival the sisters talked about generally nothing until Sheila dropped the bomb. She

told Connie what she had found on the Internet and asked her older sister if she thought

there was any cause for concern. Connie got up from the kitchen table and taking her

sister by the hand the two women walked out to the garage. Connie took a large plaid

suitcase from the shelf and laying it flat on the hood of her car they found that it was

locked. “Geoff left this here about six months ago. He comes and gets it about once a

month,” Connie said.

The two women pulled at the lock on the large case checking the zipper but it was

sound. Sheila noticed a small rip in the fabric of the case and poking two fingers into the

case feeling the fabric of some kind of clothing inside. Maneuvering her fingers to get a

hold on the fabric she gave a slight pull and out popped the unmistakable strap of a bra.

Sheila’s heart sank. “Oh my god!” she gasped looking at her sister. Connie turned for a

pair of scissors. The women cut a larger slit in the fabric of the suitcase and proceeded to

empty the contents. Panties, bras, hose, garter belts all in the most beautiful fabrics. There

was a white blouse and pink flowery dress and six pairs of shoes. Sheila was crying as

she pulled each article of clothing. Then the two began to spontaneously laugh as they

realized that Geoff had prettier lingerie than Sheila. They painstakingly replaced the

clothing and with some black thread they repaired the hole in the side of the suitcase. For

the next few hours they scanned the Internet learning as much as possible about men that
enjoyed dressing like women. Sheila created her plan to pay her husband back for the

Mexico embarrassment and “out” him at the same time.

Adding “Costume Ball” to the invitation was easy. Sheila did the same thing to

her sister’s invitation and the one received by her friend and neighbor Carla Peterson.

When Geoff came home from work Sheila began spinning her web. Little did Geoff

know the plan was started on his behalf.

When Geoff arrived home everything seemed normal. Sheila had a nice dinner

ready and the table talk was like any other night. “We got an invitation to a party at the

Covington’s,” Sheila said non-chalantly.

“Their parties are always so boring.” Geoff replied putting a fork full of salad in

his mouth. “Last year we left early, remember.”

“I remember you and Mike had a bit too much to drink,” she quipped, “I

remember that. It should be more fun this year though, it’s a costume party.”

“Really, that might be fun, are Connie and Mike invited again?” Geoff asked.

“Yes, and the Peterson’s are too.” Sheila answered.

A few days went by and Sheila brought up the topic of costumes but did not

suggest Geoff going as a woman. Geoff made some suggestions but she could tell they

were not his top choice. Then on a sunny Sunday afternoon while shopping at the local

mall Sheila saw the perfect dress for her husband to wear to the party. “I have a

marvelous idea,” she said. “Donna’s party’s are always gala affairs, right?” she kept

talking without waiting for an answer. “We’ll go as Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers.”

“That’s kind of silly,” Geoff replied. “We wear a tux and evening gown. What

kind of costume is that?”

 “Well it wouldn’t be any kind of costume unless I went as Fred Astaire and you

went as Ginger?” the hook was baited. Sheila’s voice was excited and she scanned her

husbands face to see his reaction. She could tell he was instantly agreeable but she

expected some resistance.

Geoff was more into cross-dressing than Sheila expected. He said nothing for a

few minutes but then said, “that might be kind of fun. Do you think we could do that.”?

“Oh Geoff, we could have a ball.” Sheila continued with the excitement. “I’ll bet

a million bucks we could make you into a beautiful Ginger.” She made small talk about

“transforming” her husband off and on during the rest of the day; by dinner they had

agreed that Geoff would be Ginger for the Covington party.

During the next week Sheila started the early stages of the transformation. One

evening she brought up the subject of dress size. Geoff’s 5’9” one hundred forty-five

pound frame was perfect to change from male to female. His hands and feet were not big

at all for a man, his legs were not muscular and most of all his voice was always a bit on

the effeminate side. He was always being confused for the “lady of the house” when he

answered the telephone, and once in a while his friends would tease him about having a

girls voice. “I wonder what size dress you’d wear,” Sheila asked, knowing full well that

he knew exactly what size he wore.

“I don’t know, what do you think, you’re the dress expert,” he replied half

watching the television.

Sheila took the lead, “come with me.” She grabbed him by the hand and pulled

him into the bedroom. “Take your clothes off,” Sheila commanded as she went into the
closet. She rummaged around for a minute and brought out three dresses. Geoff was in

his socks and briefs. “This is a ten,” she said handing him a red sleeveless sheath dress.

“This isn’t very dressy?” Geoff questioned.

“I just want to get the size,” she replied wishing she could just ask what size he

was hiding in the suitcase at her sister’s house. But he slipped the dress over his head and

shimmied to allow the fabric to cascade over his hips and down his legs. She moved

behind him to zip up the dress and as she did it was obvious he had done this before but

Sheila said nothing. She was disappointed that the dress was a bit big on him; it was a bit

tight on her. The next one was a size eight, light blue with a fuller skirt and much tighter

bodice. As he slipped the dress on he glanced at his bottom and for a brief instant the

fullness of the skirt spinning around his legs made him look very feminine for a brief

instant. He turned his back to his wife silently asking her to zip it up for him. This one fit

considerably tighter but was certainly not overly tight on his slight frame. Pushing the

envelope Sheila handed Geoff her favorite “little black dress.” It fit tight on her and she

now wanted to see if he would even try it on. He didn’t flinch a bit. He took the dress

from his wife and stepped into it wiggling all the while to get the dress pulled up over his

torso. It was too tight; Sheila was elated and let her husband know it. “I would have been

really mad if you could get into that.” She laughed slightly; Geoff just smiled standing in

the black outfit. Sheila couldn’t help but notice the slight bulge in the front of the dress;

“interesting” she thought to herself.

The dress she wanted for her husband was in a local shop but she knew getting the

correct size was going to be difficult. Bringing it home for a trial might not be possible

and trying it on in the store could be a giveaway. Nonetheless on Saturday morning the
two went to the mall with buying the dress their goal. As they entered the store Sheila

walked right to the rack of dresses she had eyed the week before. It was deep royal blue

satin with black lace around the peasant shoulders and black embroidery around the hem.

She could tell by looking that the slightly full skirt would be short on her husband,

possibly too short for the occasion. She was relying on his naiveté as to the proper length

for a cocktail dress.

She selected three dresses from the rack and headed for the dressing room. As she

approached the clerk handed her a number indicating the number of garments Sheila had.

She disappeared into the back room dresses in hand. After a few minutes she called to

the clerk and asked that she get her husband. On command Geoff went to the room and

as the two had agreed he went back to the rack and retrieved a different size. He returned

to the dressing room and called to his wife that he had the new size. Sheila called out to

the clerk asking that her husband bring the dresses back to her. Of course the clerk

agreed and Geoff headed for the dressing room. In the seclusion of the dressing room

Geoff removed his clothes and began to try on the pretty blue dress. The first one, the

size 8 was too tight in the bodice, but the 10 was perfect. Sheila was actually

disappointed that the fitting went so fast, but Geoff slipped his pants and shirt back on

and exited the dressing room wandering the shop until his wife emerged with the outfit.

Once again, she noticed the bulge of excitement as he removed the dress and stood in his

briefs.

The next stop was for shoes that went much faster. Like the dress, Sheila had

made Geoff try on a pair of her shoes and they were just a bit too tight. She knew that a

nine and a half would fit him well enough. They went to two or three stores before
finding the exact shoes Sheila wanted; very pretty sandals with three-inch heels. Geoff

was not sure he liked the shoes but he went along with his wife’s decision.

When the couple got home Sheila asked her husband to model the outfit and

without hesitation he went to the bedroom to change. He came out in just a few minutes

in the dress and shoes and walked like he had been in heels all his life. Sheila was

amazed that her husband could walk so comfortably in the shoes, but she said nothing.

The dress looked fantastic, except at the waist where it was considerably more snug than

Sheila remembered from the store trial. She saw clearly that he really did not have the

waist or the hips of a woman, it was also a bit short, but for Sheila the dress was perfect.

Geoff was not a “hairy” man but she could see that his legs needed some work and his

stubby fingernails would need some attention as well.

Sheila planned on a very tight corset for his waist and some pads for his bottom to

give him a more feminine figure. A trip to her favorite salon was also in the plans and

Geoff would be shocked when his naturally shaggy hair was given a feminine cut and

perm complete with extensions. She also inspected numerous Ginger Rogers photos and

was sure that if her husband balked at the short skirt she could convince him that it was

all a part of the costume. He never said a word.

Geoff had the body of a long distance runner. His legs were strong but not

muscular, his body had very little if any fat because of his strict regiment of running and

his good eating habits.

“I’ve got something for you,” Sheila came in from a Friday afternoon of shopping

and passed Geoff sitting at the kitchen table heading for the bedroom. She carried two or
three packages one of which was a pink and white candy striped bag, the distinctive

packaging of Victoria’s Secret.

“What’s in the bags?” Geoff started to poke into the Victoria’s Secret bag but it

was quickly snatched away.

“You’ll find out,” she quipped, “let’s go get some dinner.”

“Come on, what’s in the bag,” Geoff mockingly begged.

“Tomorrow is your first dress up day, you’ll find out in the morning.”

From Geoff’s perspective Saturday morning seemed an eternity away. He had

been thrilled from the beginning when he first found out about the costume party but it

was two weeks away, what was she planning?

Sheila was busy in the bathroom the next morning and Geoff lay on the bed

cradling his head in his hands as he lay looking at her shadow on the bathroom wall. He

rolled to his side and once again started to peek into the VS bag and as if she had a

camera watching his every move she spoke from the bathroom, “you stay out of those

bags.” He lay back down looking up at the ceiling.

Sheila came out of the bathroom carrying a host of bottles. Geoff did not have

time to inventory the assortment because she immediately commanded him “take off your

clothes and then lay back and close your eyes.” As he lowered his head back down onto

the pillow his palms still behind his head “so what’s the big secret, Vicky?” an obvious

reference to the Victoria’s Secret bag on the floor next to him.

“You’ll find out,” she reached into the bag and removed black satin sleeping

mask. Slipping it over his head and securing it over his eyes, “now you won’t be tempted

to peek.” Geoff tensed a bit with his eyes blindfolded but relaxed almost as quickly as he
felt his wife’s hand gently move her hand over his chest and down to his stomach. “This

is going to feel cool on your skin,” she told him as she began to spray his chest and

stomach.

It did feel cool, and it smelled wonderful. “What is that,” he asked, “it smells

great.” The fragrance was sugar cookies, warm vanilla and spices.

“Just lie still.” Sheila took a set of headphones from the night stand and placing

them on her husbands’ ears she plugged him into a favorite CD.

Geoff lay on the bed looking into the semi-darkness of the sleep mask and then

felt the spray again, this time it was on his genitals and down legs to his knees. The

fragrance once again wafted to his nostrils and he liked it. For the next twenty minutes

Sheila sprayed his body every few minutes first his chest and stomach, then his genital

area and his upper legs, then his lower legs and finally his arms. Geoff fought the urges

as long as he could but as she held his penis in her fingers he could fight no longer; he

went to full attention as she sprayed and rubbed his erect dick. When she finished she

started sponge bathing him with a dampened terrycloth towel. She followed the same

pattern as the spraying, rubbing every inch of his body with the towel and quite clearly

returning it to a basin of water after every pass. As she toweled his penis he started to get

hard again but she seemed oblivious to his excitement, she continued to massage his skin

in a gentle circular motion. Before moving to his upper legs she once again sprayed his

genitals but then continued on her downward journey rubbing first his left leg then his

right. When she finished his arms she returned to his scrotum and once finished she

rolled him over and repeated the ritual on his back buttocks and both legs. The massage
took almost an hour and Geoff wasn’t sure if he had dozed off during the process or not

but he now felt totally relaxed and ready for sex. Sheila did not have that in her plans.

Lifting the right earphone “now I want you to lie perfectly still,” she whispered

the command. “This is going to feel very strange but you’ll love it when I’m done,

okay?” He felt her finger rub under his nose and he suddenly smelled the most intense

peppermint fragrance he had ever experienced.

“What’s that?”

“It’s peppermint! Just lie still.” He didn’t hear the reply.

Doctors and nurses have long used peppermint oil to mask unpleasant odors in the

hospital and Sheila was using it to cover the distinct odor of the spirit gum she was about

to use on her husband. There was a momentary sting as the glue penetrated the pores

where Geoff’s hair had previously been. The vanilla spray that he had enjoyed so much

was, in fact, a depilatory spray, and now complete Geoff was completely hairless.

Sheila applied the glue to his chest and although it felt cool on his skin and with a

slight sting not being able to see and without benefit of the odor it was impossible for him

to deduce what was happening. The glue had to cure for five minutes. Geoff lay quietly

almost dozing, Sheila waited patiently at the edge of the bed.

When the five minutes were up she removed from their box two perfectly formed

‘B’ cup prosthetic breasts. She placed the first onto her husband’s chest and pressing

firmly she flattened the latex against his skin. She paid close attention to the top edges

and worked to blend the thin rubbery substance into his real flesh. It took a while for her

to complete the process and although she could see the line, she knew that with some

properly placed makeup even from as little as a few feet away it would be difficult to tell
where the real flesh stopped and the fake began. She completed the second breast in half

the time and then stood back to see her work. Perfect!

She knew that when he sat up Geoff would know what she had done. She also

knew that his desire to dress like a woman would make him proud to see the

transformation of his chest and so she slipped the headphones off and said, “Okay, you

ready to see what I’ve been up to?”

Geoff sat up, sleep mask still in place and could tell in an instant what his wife

had done. He took the mask off and looked down. In his mind there was a rush of

emotions, all the feelings a man who had cross dressed since he was seventeen had

experienced in a split second of emotional download. Should he laugh at them, should he

burst out with indignation, should he cry at the shear delight of seeing himself like that.

“You’re going a bit overboard, don’t you think?” his voice was void of emotion, but she

read through his disguise.

“Oh come on,” she teased, “you’ve always wanted tits and you know it.” She

caught herself in the tease. Did she just give it away? Will he realize that she knows his

secret?

“I’ve always thought of myself as a double D kind of guy,” his voice gave away

his true emotion and Sheila relaxed.

It was then that he realized that he was hairless. He looked down noticing the

lack of foliage around his now tiny looking prick. “What have you done?” his voice

almost squeaked the question out. “I’m bald!”

“Yes you are,” she took him by the hand and stood him up. “And now we’re

going to harness those bodacious ta-ta’s of yours. She walked him to the mirror that
stood in the corner of their room. She had placed a vanity bench in front of the mirror

and Geoff sat in front of it looking at his new equipment. Sheila went into the Victoria’s

Secret bag again this time she took out a pair of black silk panties. They were smoother

than any of the briefs in Geoff’s underwear drawer and probably of better quality than all

of his plaid suitcase collection put together. They were trimmed in black lace and had a

tiny red rose just below his navel. They were cut above his hips and although not nearly

a thong, the panties did not cover his butt. He took the panties and slipped his left leg

then his right into them. He hesitated just an instant and then realizing that girls would

put on panties the same way boy put on briefs he stood up and pulled them as high as he

could. There was a slight bulge in the front and Sheila quickly moved into position to

correct the masculine giveaway. She slipped her hand into his panties from both the front

and the rear. Pushing down with her left hand she reached between his legs and taking

the tip of his cock in her thumb and fore finger she pushed it between his legs, the bulge

was gone. Then she handed him the matching bra. She stood back a step and waited as

he started to put it on.

He had done this plenty of times on his own, but never with breasts in the way;

actually, never with breasts to put into a bra. He struggled for a moment, holding the

latex gingerly in one hand as if not to break it and then switching hands to complete the

task with the other breast. When he had the breasts nicely encased he looked at himself

in the mirror and then realized that he had not clasped the bra. He reached behind his

back, but quickly realized that he had screwed up. He was unable to connect the two

ends of the strap. Sheila stepped forward again and turning him slightly she took the two
ends of the strap, one in each hand, and connected the bra. Geoff watched himself in the

mirror from the neck down he was a girl. “Wow,” he said, “that’s a lot of work.”

“You’re not done,” she handed her husband a matching black garter belt. Geoff

slipped the garter around his waist and hooked it, turning it so that the

clasps went to the back. She handed Geoff a pair of shear black hose

and watched as he put them on. His fingers touching the fabric every

so lightly, guiding them over his toes, up his calves and coming to rest

midway up his thigh. She was amazed as he briefly fumbled with the

straps and quickly clasped the hose to the garter. He was done. “So,

what do you think?”

He stood in the mirror, his eyes focused on the breasts, “I look like one of those

she-males that forgot to put on her makeup,” he mused. But she could see a slight rise

starting in the groin.

“This turns you on, doesn’t it?” she asked.

“What makes you think that?

“Well look down, or can’t you see between your legs with your tits in the way,”

she teased.

“I don’t know,” he quipped, “I think they should be a bit bigger.”

She went to the closet and pulled out a dusty pair of patent leather pumps with

five inch heels. “Do you think you can wear them?”

Geoff sat on the stool and turning his knees in a most feminine manner he slipped

first his right and then his left foot into the shoes. They were tight, but he was able to get

them on. He wobbled just slightly as he stood, he’d never been this much taller than his
wife. What an odd circumstance to finally be looking down on her. “I want you to wear

these whenever your at home until the party. Remember we’ll be dancing together and

you’ll be in heels, so you need to practice.”

Sheila left the room for an instant, returning with a digital camera.

“Strike a pose Ginger.”

He smiled coyly, placing his hands on his hips, bending his right

leg at the knee and leaned back. She snapped the picture, someday he’d

regret letting her take that photo.

A week went by before any further mention of the party or of

“Ginger and Fred.” Geoff didn’t notice that Sheila really didn’t seem to be paying much

attention to her own costume, but was spending significant time planning for Geoff’s

adventure into the femme world. She watched him every night get more and more steady

on the spike heels. Every night he would put the lingerie on tucking the fake tits into

place and every morning the lingerie was all washed and neatly put away in Geoff’s top

drawer, a circumstance that made him smile every morning as he got dressed.

A week before the party Sheila came home with a new toy for her husband.

Before dinner she called him back to the bedroom and once again told him to strip.

Anticipating more fun like the previous adventure he was naked in a heartbeat. Sheila

was not surprised to find that he had continued to keep his body hairless. She knew he

was shaving his legs and underarms every morning and keeping a close watch on his

pubic hair. The depilatory she used was kept in the cabinet under the sink, Geoff knew

where it was and Sheila expected him to use it.

 Once again she had a bag, this time from a store that Geoff did not find familiar.

She took a beautiful silky garment from the bag and Geoff knew in an instant that it was a

corset. He had seen them a hundred times on the internet. He had fantasized about what

it would be like to wear one. He knew that tonight would be the night that he would find

out. This corset was different though? He had never seen one quite like it. And then he

realized why it was different. This was more than just a waist cincher. This garment had

a built in panty and was constructed in such a manner that once in it, it would not ride up

on the torso but rather stay in place being held by the panty. Geoff stepped into the

garment and turned his back toward his wife. Sheila began to lace it from the back, Geoff

knew he was in serious trouble. It took almost thirty minutes for Sheila to lace the corset

from bottom to top. She would tighten a bit then lace a bit, tighten then lace and then

tighten some more.

When she finished she had her husband turn around. The color had left his face

completely. “Can you breathe?” she asked.

“Barely.”

“But you can breathe?”

Geoff nodded his head

The Saturday of the big party had finally arrived. During that week Geoff had

finally been able to see Sheila in her costume and was impressed with how much like

Fred Astaire she could make herself. The couple ate a light breakfast and not long after
Sheila found Geoff tinkering with an old clock in the hobby room. “Well,” she

questioned “are you ready to start getting ready?”

Geoff was really a bit shocked. The party started a 7:00 and he thought 5 hours of

preparation might be a bit much. “What are you talking about? It’s not even 2:00.” He

was really anticipating the chance to go out in drag, but he also was not expecting to have

to get ready for the entire afternoon.

“We have to go out for a while,” Sheila said “I have one more surprise for you.”

Geoff could not imagine what else she could possibly have in store for him. They

had been shopping together sneaking into dressing rooms and trying on dresses together.

She had removed every hair below his scalp and dolled him up in his own Victoria’s

Secret complete with his ‘B’ cup boobs. He had been corseted and high heeled he could

not imagine what else there might be.

Sheila drove and in less than 10 minutes Geoff knew where they were heading.

They stopped in front of the salon that Sheila had used for years. As the couple

approached the door it opened wide and a beautiful blonde teenager opened the door,

“good afternoon Mrs. Smith, how are you today?”

“Just fine Samantha,” Sheila answered, “how are you?” Without waiting for an

answer “is Linda ready for us?” And with that a very tall, very beautiful blonde came

toward Sheila.

“Hello Sheila, we’re ready if you are,” she giggled and turned to look at her next

subject, “you must be Geoff?” She took him by the hand, “come on with me honey we’re

gonna make you so pretty.” Samantha looked from Linda to Geoff and back to Linda and

for the first time (but not the last) Geoff felt embarrassed.
 Linda guided Geoff back through a curtain of beads and into a sea of hair dryers,

sinks, and piercing female eyes. Although men were not banned from this inner sanctum

they were very rare and never led by the hand by the proprietor. The two navigated their

way past the eight or ten women in various stages of beatification, through a second

screen of beads and into a small room with what appeared to be a doctors table. In actual

fact it was the waxing room but Geoff was already hairless. Sheila had disappeared but

was now coming through the door with yet another young woman in tow.

“Okay Honey,” the new woman said, “off with your clothes, we can’t do this over

your tee shirt.”

Geoff looked somewhat bewildered at his wife and she merely smiled and told

him to do as he was told.

He took off his shirt revealing his hairless torso and turned to the women. The

new woman smiled, “Honey, take it all off, there’s nothing there I haven’t seen and

hidden before.” After a look from Sheila, Geoff reluctantly removed his pants and after

yet another exchange he dropped his briefs revealing his hairless and somewhat tiny

prick. He was instructed to lie back on the table and in front of all three women he did

as he was told. Lying on his back, his pitiful penis exposed, the three went to work. They

put his breasts on first spending significant time with a liquid product that blended the

fake tits to his real skin tone. The new woman went into a small bag and brought out a

second piece of silicon. The gaffe was designed to cover his penis and leave a mound

that would pass perfectly for a dress up pussy. The gaffe in place Geoff was told to stand

up and once up Sheila presented him with a brand bra and panty, prettier and lacier than

the layette he had practiced in.

 Once in his lingerie Geoff was given a smock and taken once again into the room

full of women. Geoff’s heart leapt into his throat as they entered but he wasn’t noticed as

they skirted the main room and went to yet another private room. This room had a

comfortable chair with leg and arm rests and yet another young girl, this one with very

large breasts and a sweet face. She was very talkative and Geoff spent the next hour and

twenty minutes having acrylic nails applied to his fingers and a pedicure for his feet.

Geoff lost count of how many times she commented that she had never feminized a man

before and “wow, like how fun is this.”