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Dressed to Thrill 1: Dressing Up
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Dressed to Thrill
© Chuckles
Introduction
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Kate was an old friend. She runs an up-market lingerie shop down at the mall,
and I occasionally drop in for a chat, at least that's what I say. While I enjoy
her company, I enjoy perving at all those women buying sexy lingerie even more.
However, I have always been more interested in the women, rather than the
lingerie, but that's all going to change...
One Thursday afternoon, I popped into the shop for a quick perv, and to ask Kate
out for lunch. When I walked in, there was this stunning brunette, standing at
the counter! She was wearing a blue mini-skirt, and a white blouse, with a
jacket. She was wearing a pair of stiletto heels, and black stockings. "Wow!
What a fox!" I thought, mesmerized by the swell of her breast straining against
the jacket. I thought I could even make out her nipples, but I thought it was
just my hormones, playing tricks. I gave her my best "John Wayne" smile, but
she ignored me, paid for her things, and left. I was determined to find out more
about her, so I asked Kate.
"Who was that? I've never seen her before." Thanks to my frequent visits, I
know most of the regular customers.
"Hi, Jack. She's a new customer, Claudia Stocks. She's only been here a couple
of times, that's why you have never seen her before. Why do you ask... Oh, I
see. Get your dirty mind off her," Kate giggled. "Besides, you're not her
type."
"What do you mean? Maybe, I am her type, and she's playing hard to get!"
Kate then laughed. "No, you are definitely not her type. How should I put
it... She's more interested in other members of her sex. In fact, she made a
pass at me last week. Of course, I refused."
Hearing that, I slumped into a chair. "What a waste, such a beautiful lady, and
she's a lesbian," I signed. "How I wish I was you, then I would be able to have
some fun with her..."
At that, Kate's eyes sparkled. "Do you really mean that? The bit about wishing
you were me so you could fuck Claudia?" I answered, "yeah...", with a confused
look in my face.
"Okay, now, call your office, and take the rest of the day off! Then go home,
and have a bath, and a shave. When you're done, wear a robe and wait for me.
Don't dress. It's about twelve now, so I'll get there at about half past two, I
have to go get something first."
Out of curiosity, I did what she said. I had no idea what she was planning, but
if it'll get me in bed with Claudia, I don't mind!
Part 1 - Dressing Up
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I did exactly what Kate told me. I called in the office, and got the rest of
the day off. I got home, and took a long bath. I relaxed in the warm water,
wondering what Kate was planning. I got out of the bath, and put on a robe.
After shaving myself, I sat in the lounge chair, and read a book to pass the
time.
At three, Kate knocked on the door, and I let her in.
"Sorry, I'm late, but I had trouble with a customer," she said, rushing into the
house with a few bags full of stuff. "Now, I see that you have done what I
asked. Before we go on, I have to ask you if you want to go through with this.
After we have started, there is no turning back."
"Do what?" I asked, now really confused.
"Why, to become a woman, of course. You do want to fuck Claudia, don't you?"
I was shocked! "Yeah, but as a man, not a woman! I'm not going to parade round
in dresses just to fuck a woman! Besides, she's a lesbian. I don't think a
dress is going to make her want to fuck me!"
"I'm sure about it," insisted Kate. "Look, why not give it a try? If Claudia
doesn't want you, at least you can say you tried, otherwise, you'll never know,
would you? Think of those tits. I saw you staring at them in the shop. Wouldn't
you like to lick them?"
Well, if she puts it that way... "Okay, I'll give this stupid idea of yours a
try."
With that, she took my robe off. I've known Kate since we were kids, and even
had a brief affair with her, so being naked in front of her was no big hassle,
though my cock was starting to stand at attention.
Kate then lead me to the toilet, and rubbed a smelly cream into my torso, and
armpits. She left it on for about twenty minutes, until it became almost
unbearable, then she told me to take a shower to clean it off. When I came out
of the shower, I noticed that all the hair on my chest, and armpits were gone.
There wasn't even any stubbles. I then sat on the long bath, and Kate proceeded
to wax my legs, and "bikini line". That was a terrible experience, and I almost
gave up there. But, I decided that since I got so far, let's see what happens.
Kate then took me into the bedroom, where she had laid a few pieces of lingerie
on the bed. She took a garment that I had never seen before. It looks like a
g- string with a couple of extra attachments. She got hold of my cock, and put
the g-string on. I found that the g-string sort of secured my cock up and
underneath me. She then got a pair of skin colored latex panties and threw it
at me, telling me to put it on. I was pulling it on, put it was too tight. I
was about to tell her that, when she told said that it was suppose to be a
little tight. I shrugged, and pull it on. Then I noticed that the crotch is
made to look like a real pussy, down to the pubic hair. Also, there was a hole
at the back for my ass.
She sat me down on a chair, and took out an overnight kit. She emptied it onto
the table, and I saw lipsticks, and other cosmetics. She held me face steady,
and applied a rather generous amount of foundation to my face. Next, she dusted
a tint of blush on my cheeks. She then held my head steady with one hand, and
applied blue eye- shadow. Then she used a black eye-liner, and mascara. She
then outlined my lips with a dark red lip pencil, and then applied generous
amount of bright red lipstick. She then took a piece of paper, an put it
in-between my lips, and asked me to pursed my lips together. With that, the
make-up was done. She then used a can of mousse to shape my short hair so that
it looks more feminine.
Next, she picked up a black, lacy item. It looks like a cross between a corset,
and a bustier. She placed it around my chest. The thing looked too small,
until she said, "Breath in!". I sucked my breath in, and she fastened the laces
at the back, tugging at them till they were tight. I tried to breath out, but
found it hard to do so. "Can.. you loosen it a little? It's.. a bit.. tight."
Kate smiled, and said, "Of course it is tight! How else are you going to have a
nice looking figure. She then took a pair of fake breasts and put them into the
cups of the corset/bustier, giving me a C-cup breasts. The breasts were like
bags of gel, and when fitted in the cups, they felt like real breasts. She then
pulled a pair of crotchless panties onto me.
Finally, the only item left was a pair of stockings. They were sheer, with a
lacy designs. Because of the corset, I couldn't bend down. Kate led me to a
chair, and put them on for me. She then fastened the tops of the stockings to
the straps at the bottom of the corset.
Then she picked up a set of black 4" pump, and slowly fitted them onto my feet.
They were a bit tight near the front, but Kate said I would get used to them.
She then helped me up, and taught me how to walk with those heels. After falling
a couple of times, I managed to get the hang of it.
She then produced a leather mini-skirt, and a white blouse, and helped me put
them on. I then looked into the mirror for the first time, since we started
this, and got a big shock. I saw a rather attractive woman. Nothing suggests
that underneath the make- up, and the dress, was a man, except...
"Uhh, Kate, you forgot one thing. Girls don't have Adam's Apples..."
Kate giggled, and said, "Don't worry. I've got that covered. She then opened a
box, and took out a pair of clip-on earrings with a pearl dangling from a chain,
and put them on my ears. Then she took a choker made from five strings of
pearls, and put it around my neck. Last, she put a small ring on my finger, and
a thin chain of gold around my wrist. Now, I looked like a sexy, voluptuous
woman. I'm sure if my mother was here, she would never realize that it was me.
The thin white blouse did nothing to hide the black corset underneath, and it
looked really sexy.
Kate stood back and admired her handiwork. "Now's, the acid test." She picked
up a small purse, and tossed it at me. She then grabbed her own handbag, and
started for the door.
"YOU WANT ME TO GO OUT IN THIS???" I shouted.
"Of course, Jack. Don't worry. There is this lesbian bar in town, and I want
to bring you there. We aren't going to pick up any girls, but I want to see if
your 'disguise' is perfect. If you can't fool those lesbians, you have no
chance against Claudia." She explained.
"Why must it be a lesbian bar? Wouldn't a normal bar do?"
She was beginning to look exasperated, "Of course not! Men, like you think with
their dicks. They will try to pick up anyone in a dress. Women tend to be more
discerning. So, if someone tries to pick you up tonight, you'll know that you
have succeeded."
Of course, I can't argue with that, so I had to follow her there.
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