Beauty and the Bet

by Ronda Kay Berry

 

All week long Chris had been dreading this weekend. He sat still in his office, arms folded across his chest, looking out over his desk at the clock on the wall. Normally at a quarter to five on a Friday afternoon Chris would be putting away his files and getting ready to head out the door with his office mates for a good time on the town. Today, however, was different. Chris was tense and his palms were sweaty. He stared at the clock as it ticked closer to five. His feet were bouncing nervously up and down. He knew she would be coming for him soon, and he wanted to run, but he couldn't.

He wished he had never gone in on that damn bet with Denise, his friend who worked in the office secretarial pool. The whole office had gotten together to raise some money for a local charity, in which each department in their large corporate offices of Gend Ergonomics Industries would enter a contestant into their corporation's beauty and talent competition. The kicker was that because Chris had lost this bet, HE was going to be his department's beauty contestant, and Denise was not about to let him out of paying off this bet.

Denise and Chris were good friends and were always joking with one another, and frequently would bet against one another for fun. Usually these bets were for small change and of no consequence, but when Denise had lost their last bet, Chris raised the stakes too high and she had to dress like a hooker one weekend on Friday and Saturday nights when the gang went out to party. On those two nights she got hit on by every sleazy guy in the club so that by the end of the weekend she was furious, embarrassed and in tears. Chris and the others had apparently enjoyed the charade then at Denise's expense, but by now Chris knew he had gone too far and he was going to have to pay the price for it.

For their next bet Denise had carefully plotted her revenge. She set Chris up so that if she won the bet that Chris would have to agree to be their department's beauty contestant. If Denise lost she would enter the pageant. Chris was so damn sure that his favorite basketball team was going to trounce Denise's team at the Dome that fateful night that he foolishly agreed to the detailed terms. As it turned out Chris' team lost at the buzzer, and ever since then he had been dreading this very moment.

So, back to Chris' present problem, five o'clock had rolled around, and Denise was tapping on his glass office door with a huge grin on her face. He wasn't sure how this was going to turn out but he did know that they would be heading from the office NOT to their favorite bar for a weekend of fun, but to a beauty salon that Denise had made some special arrangements with. The pageant was to be held on Sunday evening, and Denise had been preparing for Chris to become "Chrissie", the Gend Ergonomics Industries' accounting department's official beauty contestant.

Since Denise's humiliation as a hooker was a public event, to be fair Chris' charade would have to be equally humiliating. All their friends and co-workers in the accounting department knew that Chris had lost the bet and knew what was at stake. They wanted to win the beauty contest since everyone in their department would win free basketball tickets to the upcoming basketball series at the Dome the following month. Some of the guys were really angry at Denise and Chris for concocting such a stupid wager, because they assumed their department had no chance of winning the prize tickets if Chris was to be their beauty contestant. In the end though, Chris knew he had lost fair and square, and he thought the whole thing would just go down as a big joke, soon to be forgotten.

As Denise was driving them to the salon, she kept pretty quiet, but had a smile on her face the whole way there. She would look over at Chris as he sat nervously twitching in his seat, and she would be hardly able to suppress a big giggle. She had been careful to arrange the terms of the bet in detail before Chris agreed to them, so he knew he was in for an "extreme makeover". Already that morning Chris had been instructed to use the clippers on his electric razor to clip short all his body hair, his legs and underarms. The stubble had itched and bothered him all day under his khakis and dress shirt.

When they got to the salon and Chris entered the door, he was relieved to discover that no clients appeared to be there, and that the salon was closed to usual customers for the evening. There were two women from the salon who greeted Denise warmly, and who giggled and gushed about how much fun it was going to be to transform Chris into "Chrissie". They had him for the whole evening and quickly got to work.

First off Chris was taken to a back room and stripped except for a towel to cover his bottom while he lay on a table. Efficiently and methodically the two women began spreading hot wax starting with his toes, feet and legs, and after applying cotton strips of cloth they expertly and painfully began removing the stubble on his legs, arms, back, chest and underarms. They even waxed his stomach but left him with a neat patch of trimmed pubic hair. Afterwards they took him to a hot bath where they let him soak his stinging body in perfumed waters for about 20 minutes before they had him towel off. Now feeling smooth but no longer smarting from the wax job, he was given a soft terry cloth robe to wear. Wendy, the shop owner, had him do a very close shave of his face with a safety razor, and because his beard was sparse anyway his face also was soon soft and smooth. A facial cream of some kind was applied that dried into a thick mask, and after about 20 minutes he was told to rinse it off with warm water. Now nearly hairless except for his head and pubic area he was taken up to the front of the salon and placed in one of the styling chairs. He was purposefully turned away from the mirrors so that he could not see what was being done to him.

All the while, Chris remained quiet. The girls chatted excitedly with Denise as they did their work, and would occasionally comment on how nice they thought "Chrissie" was going to look. Chris couldn't imagine that he would look at all feminine, but on the other hand he had never done anything like this before. No matter the outcome, he knew he was obligated to fulfill the terms on losing the bet.

Wendy's salon partner Elaine had already started by painting Chris' toenails with a plum red lacquer. When finished she got to work on his hands and applied a full set of acrylic nails, shaping each into a long feminine oval shape. The matching plum red nail polish was then applied. Chris was amazed at how his hands and feet looked. His hands were not large and his shoe size was only a men's size 8, so with the manicure and pedicure his hands and feet looked quite feminine.

As Elaine was working on his nails, Wendy had been working on his face. Starting off with small scissors and tweezers, she trimmed his eyebrows and plucked his brow hairs. Next she deftly and carefully applied a small amount of hot wax to the lower portion of each brow and with one swift pull she had created a highly arched, feminine shaped brow. Chris wasn't able to see what she had done yet, but he could tell from the stinging pain that something was different up there. It helped that they placed a cool compress over his eyes for awhile after that ordeal.

Chris was balding and had short hair. He heard the women talking about what to do with his hair, and that they had several wigs they might try. After some discussion, Denise and her accomplices broke their huddle and came back with the announcement that "Chrissie" was to be a blonde. Elaine pulled her clippers from her drawer and began closely cropping his already short hair. Then she lathered his head and with a safety razor she shaved him bald. She explained to Chris that in order for the expensive human hair wig to fit right and for the adhesive to work well that he would need a smooth scalp. Chris had shaved his head in the past, so he was not too upset about that development. His hair had never been his best feature anyway. When Elaine was done and his head was dried thoroughly with a soft towel, they began to apply a cool adhesive gel of some kind all over his scalp. From behind Wendy approached him with the wig and carefully fitted it, making sure the fine lace edges were securely attached and that the hairpiece was properly aligned. Some powder was applied next around the edges of the wig which set the adhesive and made the wig's hairline look completely natural.

Chris couldn't see what his wig looked like since he was still turned away from the mirror, but from the reaction of Denise and her friends Chris' new hair must have made a startling impression. They first stood and stared, eyes wide and mouths open and then Denise started squealing in delight, clapping her hands together and jumping up and down! They all told Chris how amazing a transformation had occurred with just the addition of his wig, now framing his smooth face with femininely arched brows. Chris had very fine facial features to begin with, so Denise was really getting excited about how much better "Chrissie" was going to look when hairstyling and make up was also completed. The only thing that Chris could tell about his wig was that he could feel the long soft curls falling down over his ears, neck and shoulders. With the robe on he could not tell, but his hair now fell all the way down to his mid-back.

With his wig now in place, they pulled his hair back with some large clips and then whisked him back to some type of fitting room in the back of the salon. There was a cushioned table with various and sundry feminine undergarments laid out, all color-matched in a rosy pink. Chris was given what appeared to be a firm but silky smooth panty to put on first. Denise told him it was a gaff which was to hide his male genitals so that he would have a smooth feminine front. He wiggled and struggled and finally pulled it up to his crotch, and then before he knew it Wendy and Elaine had pushed his testicles up inside his groin and then pulled his penis up between his legs while pulling up the gaff to hold everything securely in place. Chris swooned from the pressure and had to be steadied for a moment by Denise as he was told that the pain would subside in a few minutes. They applied an icepack to his groin and the cold slowly numbed his discomfort. When he stopped wincing they handed him his next undergarment which was a lacy panty girdle that was cut high on his thighs in a French cut and which firmed his lower tummy and flared out his hips and bottom. He felt below and could find no trace of his manhood.

Elaine approached Chris and again brought out some type of adhesive gel which she began to apply to the front of his chest over each breast area. Wendy and Denise came over with a box which contained a number of matching breast forms of various sizes and colors, and after agreeing on the right skin tone they announced that "Chrissie" would be sporting a D cup. With his hands on his hips each large breast form was carefully fitted until the thin edges blended almost imperceptibly against his own flesh. The breasts looked and felt so real and Chris immediately noticed their weight on his neck and shoulders. Wendy applied some foundation makeup around the breasts until they blended so perfectly that even Chris couldn't tell they weren't real. Denise then selected a lacy bra which matched his panties and helped Chris place his new breasts into the cups. He was amazed at how his body was gradually being feminized, and by how realistic his transformation was becoming.

Next came Wendy with a very pretty corset matching the color of the other lingerie, which was fastened around his waist in front with a long row of strong eyes and hooks. Instructing Chris to reach up and grab the top of the doorframe, Elaine started from behind by pulling and tightening the laces so that Chris' waist was severely narrowed until he found it difficult to take a deep breath. The corset provided a finishing touch to the feminization of Chris' figure, which now showed a very trim waist, an accentuation to the flare of the hips and bottom and an effect of pushing up and making his breasts form a prominent cleavage. Garter straps were attached to the hem of the corset and with Denise's help Chris was fitted with sheer thigh high nylons which were each snapped into place to the garters. From what Chris could see, he now had the figure of an attractive woman wearing sexy rosy pink lingerie.

Before they left the fitting room, Denise had Chris put on some open-toed sandals with a 3 inch heel. He was told that he needed to start to practice walking in heels right away since the beauty pageant was only two days away. He was given a silk robe to wear instead of the terry cloth one and the girls helped him wobble back into the salon, making him keep his eyes closed so that he still couldn't see the results of their work yet.

Once back in the salon chair and before he could protest Wendy and Elaine as quick as a flash had pierced one of his earlobes with a golden stud. They were so quick that the other earlobe was also pierced before he knew it. They told him not to worry because if he didn't want to keep them the holes would heal shut later. He wondered why they thought he would want to keep them anyway since this was just a one time event that he was doing. Denise reminded him that actually double ear piercing was part of the terms of losing the bet, since he had begun to mutter something about things going too far. She was right, so he shut up while the girls fitted him with the second studs in each ear.

Chris and Denise had been in the salon at this point for a little over two hours. Wendy apparently was the make-up specialist and Elaine the hair stylist, so they both started working on him simultaneously with their final tasks. Elaine and Denise decided that for tonight they would just brush out the wig and braid it so that it would be out of the way, and told Chris that they would style it more elegantly later once they were preparing for the pageant. Elaine expertly created a lovely French braid and finished it with a pink ribbon. Denise explained that both Wendy and Elaine would be available all weekend for "Chrissie's" personal styling and make-up prior to the beauty pageant.

Wendy began her work by applying a foundation cream to Chris' face. His facial hair was so sparse that he had no beard shadow to cover. His eyelids were being outlined with soft charcoal eyeliner, and then several shades of complimentary eyeshadow were applied to give them a smoky and sultry look. Chris' eyes were a dark blue, one of his better features. Wendy next spent an extra long time carefully glueing on many individual false lashes to thicken and lengthen Chris' own natural lashes. An expert application of dark brownish-black mascara created long, luscious thick lashes, with accents added to his lower lashes as well. Finally an eyebrow pencil was used to shape and color his tweezed brows to finish the job.

Blush and powder was next to go on, and Wendy's skill was apparent as she sculpted Chris' cheekbones to frame his face so that it appeared a little thinner. A deep rose lipliner was used to slightly enlarge Chris' lips, and was filled in with a beautiful wine-and-roses colored lipstick. Chris noted that his lips tasted really nice, like when he had kissed girls before.

Denise brought out the outfit she had picked out for Chris to wear for the rest of the night. It was a classic "little black dress", with small shimmering sequins and a low cut neckline. Chris had been very quiet up until now because he had been so wrapped up in the whirlwind of this transformation. Seeing the dress he suddenly realized that he was about to take the first step towards leaving the relative safety of the salon and would be going into public as a feminized man. His heart was pounding as Denise helped him slip into his dress and while she zipped it slowly up his back Chris was feeling panic.

Finally, Denise, Wendy and Elaine turned Chris toward the mirrors for his first look at his newly feminized self. Half expecting to recognize himself as a man in a dress, he was bewildered to see a stunningly beautiful young blonde woman in a sexy black party dress staring back at him. His long blonde hair was in a lovely French braid falling midway down his back. Denise clasped a small gold chain necklace with a single red stone pendant around his neck, along with a gold bracelet watch on his left wrist, and then spritzed him with an alluring perfume while he continued to stare at this very sexy appearing creature that he had been changed into.

Denise thanked the girls, and confirmed their plans for preparing "Chrissie" before Sunday's beauty contest. Chris found himself being hurried out the door. It was still early, about eight thirty. Denise had to instruct Chris on how a young lady in a short dress should enter a car. He had some trouble, but found out that if he sat first and kept his knees together while swinging his feet inside that he could avoid exposing his garters. Fumbling with his seatbelt because of his long nails, he got himself buckled in and closed the car door. He breathed a sigh of relief that no one was on the sidewalk in front of the salon when he came out. Denise handed him a small black sequined purse with a long shoulder strap and told him she had put his wallet and some cosmetics inside that he would need for the rest of the evening.

Chris' car had been left back at work since Denise had driven him to the beauty salon. Instead of heading back in that direction Denise began driving downtown, away from work and Chris' apartment. He soon realized that she was on the way to their favorite club! He asked Denise just what the hell she thought she was doing, but she simply smiled and explained that everyone from their department at work was already there, and had been waiting for Denise to bring Chris over once his transformation to "Chrissie" had been finished. They all wanted to know what kind of chance their beauty contestant might have at winning the prize tickets. Chris started to complain that there was no way he was going dressed like this to their club to be humiliated in front of their co-workers, but Denise shut him up quickly by reminding him of how he had so recently humiliated her. Besides that, she explained that there was very little time for them to prepare for the contest, and "Chrissie" needed all the practice "she" could get at being a woman before the contest on Sunday. The night was young, and Denise clearly had plans to make a woman out of "Chrissie" through a total immersion into the night club scene.

By the time they arrived at the club, Chris' legs had turned to jello, he was feeling a little queasy and his heart was racing. Denise had been on her cell phone on the drive over to let everyone know that they would be there shortly. To Chris' horror, standing at the car door when they pulled in was Frank, a handsome twenty-four year old bookkeeper who was one of Chris' office mates. Frank opened the door and offered his hand to "Chrissie", who was assisted out of the car onto the parking lot. Frank looked amazed to see this sexy "girl" he now had on his arm and complimented Denise on the remarkable work she had wrought on their friend Chris. Beaming with a huge grin Frank escorted "Chrissie" on his arm into the club entrance, steadying his "date" who was still weak in the knees and a bit wobbly on the 3 inch heels.

A roar of approval and astonishment greeted Chris and Denise as they crossed the threshold of the club and entered into the bar and lounge area. A dozen or so of the men and women that Chris worked with pressed close to get a better look at their new beauty contestant. Chris was overwhelmed by the whole affair and remained speechless except to meekly nod his head or to say thanks when one of the girls or guys gushed about how gorgeous he looked.

Frank brought "Chrissie" a whiskey sour and "she" gulped it down quickly. Everyone was talking to Denise and "Chrissie" at once, excited now that their prospects of winning the beauty contest were looking a lot more promising than they had originally thought. By the time "Chrissie" finished her second whiskey sour "she" was feeling a lot less anxious, and even managed to smile and to pretend to act like a girl with exaggerated winking at the guys and by wiggling his hips and holding his wrists in a limp fashion. A whiskey sour or two later and "Chrissie" had actually even gone out on the dance floor with Frank and a couple of the other guys. Frank, who was a large muscular man about 6' 3" tall even coaxed "Chrissie" out on the floor for one slow dance. Once during the evening Denise and some of her girlfriends had to take "Chrissie" into the women's bathroom to pee and showed "her" how to freshen "her" makeup.

Chris was giddy and getting pretty drunk by the time they all excitedly helped Denise get "Chrissie" into the car to go home around midnight. Denise decided to take Chris to her apartment that night so that she could get an early start on their new beauty contestant's training. Everyone was bursting with excitement over how great a job Denise had done to transform Chris into a sexy looking young woman. When they drove off everyone shouted and waved goodnight. Frank even pecked "Chrissie" on the cheek with a good-natured goodnight kiss. "Chrissie" managed to flash a dreamy smile and to wave back to the crowd as they drove away.

Denise took Chris to her apartment, and helped him stagger upstairs to her spare bedroom. She helped Chris undress but after letting him go to the bathroom she made him put back on his gaff and his panties. She did remove the corset so Chris could sleep easier, but left on the bra to support his breasts. She had him slip on one of her nightgowns before he collapsed into bed. She creamed off the makeup for him and let him fall into a drunken slumber. They would have a full day tomorrow so she wanted him to get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow was to be Chris' crash course training day to become their department's beauty contestant, and Denise had made plans to further introduce "Chrissie" into the world of glamour and womanhood.

Chris slept hard, but throughout the night he was restless and had some bizarre dreams in which he continued to play the role of the sexy blonde creature that Denise and her friends had created. In his dreams "Chrissie" was really having a great time, enjoying all the new-found attention from the men and women from work. "Chrissie" kept playing the scenes on the dance floor with Frank over and over in "her" head and somehow, at least as a dream, it didn't seem too strange. Chris finally fell into a deep and peaceful slumber. Denise cleaned up and got ready for bed, but for a long time sat next to "Chrissie" and felt a strange excitement about how beautiful her feminized friend looked, sleeping soundly in her bed.

Denise let Chris sleep in until about nine the next morning before waking him. She had awakened about an hour earlier to make sure her plans for the day were all prepared. She spent at least twenty minutes just watching Chris as he was sleeping. From Denise's vantage point Chris looked like one of her girlfriends sleeping over, with her borrowed nightgown covering the smooth body with obvious feminine curves and long blond braided hair. Chris really did look convincingly like a woman and Denise found herself feeling satisfied at the success of Chris' feminization, and marveling at a stirring attraction that she was beginning to feel towards Chris. She wondered how Chris was going to feel after last night as she gently shook him awake.

Chris woke abruptly with a start, not really able to understand where he was and why he felt so differently. His mouth was tacky and dry and his head heaved with throbs of hangover pain. Denise helped him drink a glass of orange juice and gave him two pain pills she had left over from the dentist labeled APAP/oxycodone, then started to pour coffee into him. Bewildered by waking up in a nightgown with breasts and a bra, panties and long blond hair, he slowly started to remember what was going on and some of what had happened the night before. Eating a few bites of toast and jam, he began feeling better.

Denise had Chris undress and told him to soak in a hot tub of perfumed bubble bath, and had him shave his face closely again with a safety razor. Once toweled off he dutifully put on the gaff and Denise helped him into his bra and corset. Fresh nylons were rolled onto his smooth legs and fastened to the garters. A black leather skirt with a V-necked white sweater was to be his outfit for the day, along with some 2 inch black pumps. She unbraided his hair and brushed it out, then pulled back the sides to a clip in the back.

Denise sat Chris in front of her dresser mirror and for an hour or so gave instructions to "Chrissie" on how to apply basic makeup to "her" face, lips and eyes. Chris was feeling better by late morning and seemed to catch on quickly to Denise's beauty tips. Denise was quick to notice that Chris seemed to have an intense fascination with the feminine self image in the mirror, and even caught Chris smiling and seeming to enjoy the whole process. Interestingly, throughout the whole morning he had not protested at all about having to stick to the terms of their bet.

After their preparations were completed, Denise announced it was time to leave the apartment and to go shopping. Although Chris was worried about going out in public in the daytime for fear he would be read as a man dressed as a woman, Denise reminded him again of his obligation to fulfill all the terms of their bet, and reassured "Chrissie" that "she" would be able to pass easily without arousing suspicion. Persuaded, "Chrissie" managed to modestly enter Denise's car and off they drove to the mall.

On the drive over, Denise chatted excitedly about what they would be doing, almost as though she were going shopping with one of her real girlfriends. Chris was pretty quiet, but inside he was feeling butterflies of nervous excitement about their upcoming adventure. Chris was still amazed at how feminine and pretty he looked when he reflected his thoughts back upon his beauty salon transformation, the party last night at the club and his completely convincing gorgeous image in the dressing mirror that morning. Being dressed as a woman he had also started to realize that without really trying his behavior and mannerisms seemed to also become more feminine as well. He was not sure why but he had also been using his voice in a higher pitched, more feminine tone. Denise's complete acceptance of these changes in Chris also made him feel more at ease, especially since he had really expected that he would be the subject of humiliation as payback for what he and his friends had put Denise through just recently.

Taking a deep breath and clutching the small purse she had been given, Chrissie swung her nylon-clad legs out of the car at the mall parking lot and began taking steps towards her first female shopping adventure. Walking arm in arm with Denise and taking long strides with hips swinging in unison, they entered the mall and headed for their first stop, a shoe store. Chrissie quickly realized she was passing easily and even noticed the few guys who were in the mall at that time of day were turning their heads to check out the two "babes" who were out shopping together.

Denise chatted with the salesperson about her friend Chrissie being in a beauty pageant and that they would need several pairs of high fashion heels to try on, plus some pretty heeled sandals for the swimsuit competition. The salesclerk measured Chrissie's feet at a woman's size nine and before it was over they must have tried on twenty different styles of high heeled shoes. Chrissie was nervous but did manage to keep her balance as she tried on shoes with heels from two to four inches high. A bit wobbly at first, she was able to learn fairly quickly how to balance and turn while wearing high heels. Denise selected four pairs of shoes for Chrissie and off they went to the women's clothing department of Dillard's in the mall.

Putting first things first, Denise directed their attention to the formal wear for evening gowns. She had already determined that Chrissie was a size ten, so she found a sales rack and selected all seven of the gowns available in that size for Chrissie to try on and model. Denise went into the dressing room with Chrissie to help her try on the gowns one by one. Denise had Chrissie wear a pair of four inch black heels with delicate ankle straps trimmed in rhinestones while modeling each of the gowns. After some discussion and then agreement, they finally selected a red sequined gown with a modest neckline front and back. It was trimmed with a flowing sash that fell from each shoulder and curved down to the lower back. With the four inch heels the length was perfect. Chrissie looked stunning in the dress and Denise took notice of the stares of several husbands who were wandering about the women's department while their wives were shopping. Chrissie seemed to be oblivious to the men's attention, focusing instead on the beautiful image reflecting back from the triple floor length mirrors in the dressing room while at the same time being in almost a hypnotic trance at the self image of this marvelous feminine creature.

Packaging up their evening gown purchase, Denise and Chrissie next headed to the business suit section for women and were quickly able to find a smartly tailored sleek three piece dark grey woman's business suit with a silk white blouse. The skirt fit Chrissie about three or four inches above the knees so the effect was professional but sexy, perfect for the interview portion of the competition. Denise added it to their collection, and educated Chrissie on her smart purchase of another item which was on sale.

After visiting the casual section, Denise had Chrissie model several light and airy sun dresses before selecting a shimmering cream colored silk dress with a button down front and a pretty large floral print. Chrissie almost swooned from the cool and refreshing sensation of the silk fabric caressing her smooth body, reveling in so many new and exciting tactile experiences.

With gentle persuasion and encouragement, Denise convinced Chrissie it was time to try on swimsuits. They agreed on a one piece blue sequined suit with a small sheer skirt that helped cover some of the front of the suit where Christie felt the most self conscious. After a quick trip to the lingerie department to pick up some pantyhose, panties and another bra, plus some inexpensive jewelry including gold hoops, some dangling rhinestone earrings and rhinestone studs with a matching bracelet and necklace, they finally were able to exit the mall with all of their purchases.

Chrissie's head by this time was reeling from all these new experiences and she felt a bit woozy. They had had nothing to eat since breakfast, so they went out to a sidewalk café for a light mid-afternoon lunch of salad and soup. The young man who waited on them was completely fooled into believing that Chrissie was a genuine woman as he was openly flirting with both Denise and Chrissie, even being so bold as to ask for their phone numbers. Denise gave him a big tip over Chrissie's objections, and so they left to head back to the salon. Both of them agreed they had been having a marvelous time.

They pulled into the salon about four in the afternoon, just as Wendy and Elaine's last client was leaving. As Chrissie and Denise walked past the woman leaving the salon the woman gave no indication that she thought Chrissie was anything other than another woman headed for the beauty shop. Wendy and Elaine were delighted to see Denise, and gushed over how pretty Chrissie looked in her leather skirt and white sweater. They also gave their approval to the various outfits, shoes and accessories that they had bought at the mall that morning.

They had Chrissie undress down to her lingerie and put on a soft warm terry cloth robe. Wendy creamed off Chrissie's makeup and applied a warm towel. Using a smooth shaving gel a quick shave of the face was done even though there was no facial hair evident. Afterwards Wendy applied a cool soothing astringent. Wendy then began doing some additional work on Chrissie's eyebrows, carefully tweezing a few more hairs until she had perfected thin, highly arched matching feminine brows. She carefully checked the individually applied eyelashes she had attached yesterday, and added a few more to finish off their appearance of long, thick eyelashes. Elaine removed the gold studs from his freshly pierced lobes and inserted the 24K gold hoops they had purchased that morning, and then in each lobe above the hoops placed rhinestone studs above the hoops on each side. Chrissie did not complain this time, and Denise complimented the feminine appearance that her double piercing presented.

Denise and her helpers decided it would be best, given the short amount of time they had to prepare for the beauty pageant that they should work with Chrissie on the two most difficult parts of her presentation, the formal evening gown and the swimsuit competition. Elaine removed the rosy pink nail polish she had applied yesterday and selected a deep red lacquer which matched the sparkling red sequined evening gown. She applied 2 coats and a glossy topcoat to each acrylic fingernail for an exquisite polish with a very glamorous effect. They had Chrissie remove the hose and garter straps attached to the corset so that her toenails could be done to match. Since they were going to have Chrissie model the swimsuit first, they kept the hairstyle down and Wendy applied a light, fresh daytime version of face makeup, using a red lipstick to match the nail color and to compliment the sequined blue swimsuit with an angled skirt of deep blue fabric. Due to the shimmering effects of the sequins and the extra skirt material, it was impossible to notice any irregularities which may have been caused by wearing the corset and gaff underneath.

Denise, Wendy and Elaine had Chrissie get up and repeatedly practice smiling, walking in the heeled sandals, posing with hands on hips, and turning as runway high fashion models do. Chrissie was able to catch her reflection in the multiple large mirrors in the salon, and realized that her performance was not only realistic but that her image was that of a beautiful, sexy young woman.

Somewhere in the recesses of Chris' male mind his confidence was beginning to grow so that he felt he was going to be able to pull this off and perhaps even avoid being humiliated in the process. In fact, he actually found himself thinking that he may even be able to win the beauty contest for his department so they would all get the prize tickets. With these realizations, he began to relax, get into the feminine role he was playing and was able to enjoy what he was doing.

This new confidence showed through as Chrissie's smile came more easily as she soaked in all the useful tips the girls were giving on how to exude a more genuine femininity. After an hour of practicing on the "runway" in the swimsuit, they all took a break for a light snack of some white wine, fruit and cheese.

Denise explained that the formal evening gown competition would be the next training they would undertake for Chrissie. This part of the event would necessitate the presentation of a glamorous image and would also require Chrissie to answer a few personal questions given to the final contestants, if she got that far in the competition. Chrissie would not only have to look gorgeous but would also have to practice a feminine sounding voice and other mannerisms of a poised young woman. Discussing this over their break, Chrissie started feeling nervous again. For the rest of the time they all decided they were to have Chrissie to be instructed to only think like a woman, act like a woman, and talk like a woman. Any deviance from these instructions would immediately be pointed out by Chrissie's coaches.

Next, Elaine and Denise went to work on styling Chrissie's hair for the evening gown competition. The wig was long enough to allow them to style it into a lovely French twist, pinned up with rhinestone studded hairpins arranged around the bun. At the sides they left a few long spiral tendrils of hair to fall in front of each ear. The gold hoops were removed and replaced by the long dangling rhinestone earrings to match the rhinestone ear studs. The whole effect resulted in Chrissie's face being framed in a simple yet elegant style.

Wendy began to apply a more dramatic evening style of face makeup, with attention to using smoky grey eyeliners and eyeshadows which emphasized Chrissie's deep blue eyes. Mascara applied to the lashes provided a darker, very sultry look. Chrissie had her cheekbones emphasized with a darker shade of blush, and her mouth was made fuller with a deep red lipliner filled in with a shimmering red gloss. A little powder was added to smooth and set the makeup, and for authenticity a spritz of a richly fragrant perfume was sprayed on her neck. With the addition of a matching rhinestone bracelet and necklace set they bought at Dillard's, she ready to step into her gown. Once the garters and nylons were put back on, Chrissie was assisted into her gown by Denise who zipped up the back. Elaine helped put on the 4 inch black heels with rhinestone studded ankle straps, and they all turned to admire their work in the mirrors. Denise, Elaine and Wendy were completely pleased and even somewhat astonished with what they had created. There stood a glamorous young woman completely feminine in all appearances, smiling broadly at her own reflections from every angle of the mirrors.

Beaming now with confidence, Chrissie was put through the paces again on the runway, with more emphasis now being given to her posture and elements of poise. Balancing on the higher four inch heels was more difficult, so plenty of practice was put into watching Chrissie as she walked, turned and posed. Once again after about forty-five minutes of this type of work, Chrissie was feeling more "in character" as a woman and seemed to be genuinely and openly enjoying this new experience. Less and less now Chris' male mind would try to surface, but even then it kept hearing a voice inside saying "Look at me…..I can do this, I can do this…"!

Denise suggested that it would be a great idea if she videotaped some of what they were doing as they all coached Chrissie on her performance. She produced a small digital video camera and silently filmed the process so that she could review it later at home with Chrissie to help refine her skills. Satisfied that Chrissie was doing very well in the evening gown presentation they took another break to rest her feet, which by now were getting sore from the high heels.

Denise helped Chrissie out of the heels and gown and then had her wear a silk dressing robe while they lounged and sipped some tea. Denise started massaging Chrissie's feet and found her mind day-dreaming about how much fun she was having transforming Chris into Chrissie. To top it off, she kept feeling strangely attracted to this feminine version of her friend in a way that surprised her. She kept thinking how great it would be to do this on a regular basis with Chris, but Denise assumed that he would never allow it. Denise felt like Chris was really "getting into" his role as a feminine beauty as he had failed to complain much at all about what he was being asked to do. Oddly, Chris seemed to float in a happy dream-like trance throughout his whole training, as well as being captivated by his own gorgeous feminine appearance. Denise watched Chrissie as she lounged, sipped tea and moaned softly as Denise gave the foot massage. Denise found herself feeling aroused by stroking Chrissie's feet, and felt a sense of wonderment at the beautiful creature she had helped to create.

After another half hour of practice, Denise and her beauty salon friends announced that they felt Chrissie had done well for the evening and was ready for the swimsuit and evening gown competition. All that remained to train for was the interview and talent portion of the pageant, and this they would work on the following day prior to the competition. The talent competition would be easiest, as Chrissie would be dressed in the casual cream colored silk floral print, and because Chrissie was an accomplished pianist already and could play several pieces by memory. The interview portion would be done in the dark gray business suit with the white silk blouse, and might prove the most difficult part because Chrissie would have to sound convincingly feminine as well as looking the part.

Practicing her best feminine voice, Chrissie actually offered effusive praise to Denise, Wendy and Elaine for the training they had provided and said that she felt like she might even be able to give the other beauty contestants a "run for their money" in the following day's competition. Chrissie changed again into her black leather skirt and white sweater and Denise and Chrissie left the salon about six in the evening. Denise suggested that Chrissie would benefit from more real life practice if they went out to dinner, so with only a few minor objections from Chrissie they headed off to have dinner at the local Olive Garden restaurant. By the time they arrived on this Saturday evening the place was packed, and there would be at least a thirty minute wait for a table. Denise insisted they stay as this was her favorite place to eat and she was famished. In a public place Chrissie was still afraid on some level that she would be recognized as a man in a dress, but after several minutes of milling with the other waiting customers she began to realize that no one suspected she was really a man.

Chrissie began to panic when she soon realized that she needed to visit the restroom to pee. She pleaded with Denise to leave so they could go back to the apartment, but Denise would have none of it, and simply grabbed Chrissie by the hand and led her into the women's restroom. Chrissie was relieved to find privacy in one of the restroom stalls, and by pulling down the gaff and panty girdle and being careful to sit to pee rather than standing she was able to avoid calling attention to herself. Chrissie replaced the gaff and panty and joined Denise at the sink counter to wash her hands. Denise chatted calmly with Chrissie while touching up her makeup at the mirror. The other women in the restroom paid Denise and Chrissie no mind as they similarly checked their appearance in the mirror or reapplied their lipstick after they had finished their dinners.

Denise squealed with delight as she saw their beeper flash and begin to vibrate, indicating that their table was ready. A handsome young twenty-something waiter seated them at their table by the fireplace, announced that his name was Jake, and took their drink order for a bottle of Kendall Jackson Reserve Merlot. He complimented their excellent choice and promptly served their wine and took their dinner orders. He was charming and paid courteous attention to the two young "ladies" that had come to his table to have dinner. He seemed especially to show attention to Chrissie and obviously had trouble keeping his gaze off of this lovely feminine creature he had the good fortune to serve dinner to. Denise noticed Chrissie blushing and smiling from time to time.

In the end, Chrissie and Denise had a great time. It didn't take long for the wine to relax Chrissie and to allow her to enjoy the new found attention she was getting from this waiter. Being a woman apparently has its advantages when it comes to getting excellent service, she noted. Chrissie also noticed that most of the men in the section of the restaurant where they had been seated were frequently glancing in their direction. One or two men were obviously staring at them, and Chrissie felt somewhat uncomfortable under their gaze. Denise noted their behavior too and told Chrissie to relax and ignore them. To smile back in their direction would indicate interest, and unless that was a girl's intention, it was best to avoid showing them any encouragement. Chrissie heeded this advice, as the last thing she wanted was to draw the attention of a male admirer.

Despite the distraction of the waiter's and other men's attention, Denise and Chrissie had a wonderful and relaxing dinner. The wine helped and Chrissie felt more and more confident that she would not be identified as a man in drag. Denise's perceptions were more confusing, as she felt herself more and more attracted to this feminized version of her friend than she had ever felt towards him as a man. Denise in the past had inwardly fantasized with some tendencies to be drawn to attractive women, and had enjoyed occasionally seeing two women making love to one another on late night cable channels, but she had never felt entirely comfortable with the notion that she might have similar leanings. With the knowledge that her friend was actually just a beautifully feminized male, she found herself strangely attracted to Chrissie in a manner that surprised her. Maybe the wine was helping, but Chrissie in her feminized self was seeing Denise in a new light and she too felt some different chemistry developing between them. Both of them recognized this new attraction but neither could define for themselves the reasons why. Neither Denise nor Chrissie seemed to be too bothered by this inner conflict as they left the restaurant after finishing their bottle of wine and enjoying a good dinner together. Listening to the radio on the way home they headed back to Denise's apartment for the night.

During the ride home neither one said much to one another but they would exchange glances and smile or have a nervous laugh. As they entered Denise's apartment and shut the door to the outside world the sexual tension between them could no longer be denied. Denise attacked Chrissie in a furor of sexual passion that left both of their minds spinning. Before they knew it they were on the couch, entwined in one another's embrace and kissing deeply and tenderly, as two women might do. Each responded to the other's advances with growing energy, and without a word they in turn helped the other out of their clothes. Chrissie had more experience at helping her lover undress because of prior experience with other women, but Denise was more awkward in helping Chrissie out of her outfit since she had not ever made love to a woman before. Despite the awkwardness, they each gradually found a way to undress one another, all the while passionately kissing and fondling each other. Chrissie's gaff and panties were off as well as her bra, but the corset was not so easily removed.

Denise's nipples were erect and responsive to Chrissie's sucking, and she found her pussy wet in short order. Chrissie, relieved of the restriction of the gaff found no problem in developing a hard erection in response to Denise's advances. Except for her obvious she-maleness with Chrissie's erect penis, by all appearances they were two lovely young women making love to one another on Denise's couch. Denise and Chrissie consummated their love making with Denise on top, rhythmically riding Chrissie's she-male erection up and down until they both climaxed in wondrous unison. Denise collapsed on top of Chrissie's heaving breasts as they lay panting together on the couch. Each lay in one another's embrace for a long while as they both wondered inwardly what had just happened between them.

Without talking, Denise slowly released her embrace and with her hand she led Chrissie up and off the couch and into her bedroom. After helping Chrissie out of her corset, they got into the shower. As they relaxed in the hot beating of the pulsating massage of the shower, they lathered one another and in turn enjoyed rinsing off the soap with gentle caresses of one another's skin. Silently, they continued to kiss one another, tasting every portion of the other's body. Denise lathered, shampooed and conditioned Chrissie's blond locks and had Chrissie do hers similarly. Drying one another off, Denise shared her perfumed body powder and robed Chrissie in one of her rose colored nightgowns after helping her replace her gaff, panties and bra.

Climbing into bed they lay embraced together, each pondering the meaning of their actions toward one another. Their combined sense of bewilderment was overcome with a feeling of contentment that each, despite the strange circumstances, had just enjoyed the most exciting love making that either had ever experienced before. A new and unusual relationship between Denise and Chrissie had been born. They each had the night to dream of both the possibilities and the consequences. As she watched Chrissie sleeping by her side Denise lay drifting off to sleep with preparations for the beauty pageant still in her mind as their next priority. Tomorrow would come soon enough, and after that, she did not know what to expect.

Denise was up first and had a pot of coffee brewing and was cooking some scrambled eggs and bacon. The wafting aromas from the kitchen slowly awakened Chrissie from sleep, as she stretched on the bed. Chrissie was still "in character", as she noted the nightgown, panties and bra she was wearing, plus her smooth, perfumed and powdered body. All sorts of thoughts started to flood into Chrissie's consciousness as she began to recall their recent night of lovemaking. Chrissie sighed in deep contentment, remembering the tenderness and passion they had shared. Denise had never before showed any evidence in their friendship that romance was ever a possibility. Chrissie realized that on some level she had made love to Denise both as a man and as a woman, and because of that there had been an opportunity that had never existed before between them. There was never any inkling that Denise might be a lesbian as far as Chrissie knew, but how else could her attraction to Chrissie be explained?

Denise came into the bedroom and lay down next to Chrissie, stroking her face and softly kissing her on the lips, announcing that breakfast was ready and that it was time to get up and get going with the rest of their very busy day. They enjoyed a nice breakfast in the sunny breakfast nook, but hardly spoke a word to one another. There was a comfortable yet nervous tension in the air, but neither wanted to speak to spoil the moment or to try to delve into any exploration of what had transpired between them the night before. Lingering longer than they should have Denise finally jumped into action, cleaned up the kitchen and told Chrissie they had to get going if they were to be prepared for the pageant by that evening.

Chrissie had not been thinking about the pageant up until that moment because of the reverie she had been enjoying from the night before. Now the reality of being judged as a woman in front of all their friends, co-workers and even perfect strangers left her feeling quite jittery inside. With everything new that had been going on, Chrissie felt confused and scared at the same time. Denise sensed the problem, and told Chrissie that she looked beautiful, as good as any real girl could be. She said that by the time they were finished with the evening, Chrissie would be comfortable in a woman's skin. Relieved somewhat by the reassuring words, Chrissie got into the car, with Denise and all their beauty pageant accessories in hand.

Wendy and Elaine were there to greet them when they got to the salon. Stripping Chrissie down to her corset, panty girdle and bra they wrapped her in a silk robe and began working. The hair was the first thing to get started with, so after washing it and brushing it out Wendy began styling it with big rollers to achieve a nice wave which would accent the style she had in mind. Off to the hair drier Chrissie was sent. While Chrissie was waiting under the drier, the girls were busily talking and planning out how things would be done at the pageant that evening.

With the hair dried now, Wendy cleansed off old makeup with a facial soap, and with a straight razor gave Chrissie's face an extra close shave. A moisturizing foundation was smoothed on after to provide a flawless complexion. Starting next with the eyes, she expertly outlined the lids with a charcoal liner, and then with deft strokes she added on layers of smoky grays blending into light blues with eye shadow. Any stray brow hairs were plucked until a perfect arch was made to frame each eye. Mascara was applied to lengthen and fill the false eyelashes that had been previously placed. The whole effect left Chrissie with a sultry, smoky look to her eyes that would be appropriate for the evening. Her lips were then lined with a deep red lip pencil, and filled in with a matte red to match. A finishing gloss was added to give the lips some shine. Blush was added to sculpt a set of high cheekbones, and then a finishing powder was lightly dusted on. A spray of perfume was added as the final reminder of Chrissie's womanhood. The dangling rhinestone earrings and diamond studs were placed in Chrissie's earlobes.

Before styling the hair, the foundation garments were rechecked. The gaff was checked to make sure no maleness would show. The breast forms were rechecked to make sure they were properly adhered to the chest. The corset was straightened a bit and tightened even a bit more, thrusting out Chrissie's breasts and flaring her bottom, while severely narrowing her waist. Denise helped Chrissie step into some sheer nylons that were rolled up her legs and fastened to the garter straps on the corset.

It was now time for them to have Chrissie put on her evening gown, as this would be the first event in the competition. Stepping into it they placed the pair of four inch black heels with a dainty rhinestone-studded ankle strap onto Chrissie's feet, and began making small adjustments to make sure the gown fit perfectly. Chrissie was a perfect size ten, and the length was just right with the four inch heels. The girls had Chrissie walk a number of times back and forth, turning gracefully and being careful not to step on the gown. Satisfied, they all sat down and ate a very light lunch. During this time the girls all pretended to be one of the judges and had Chrissie answer various questions about current events, her views on certain issues, personal questions about what Chrissie was aspiring to accomplish in her life, and coached her on her feminine voice and mannerisms to improve her responses. To the casual observer, no one would have guessed that one of the ladies at the table was really a man.

Last of all, Wendy worked on Chrissie's hair, gently removing the rollers and allowing the long waves to cascade down. The hair was so beautiful that they decided not to go with a fancy up style, but rather a more natural long look that would work throughout the evening. Denise, Wendy and Elaine all stepped back and surveyed their creation. Chrissie stood there in feminine glory, with no hint of masculinity and seemingly at ease with herself. In about forty hours these women had done more than any of them thought they would be able to accomplish, and Chrissie stood before them a beautiful, confident blonde bombshell of a beauty contestant. Bet on this beauty to win, they all said.

They had about one hour to get to the convention center, so they all hurried into the car and drove over. Once there Chrissie had to do a brief registration and say which branch and department of the company she was representing. The woman who registered her looked her straight in the eye and told her she looked gorgeous, and wished her good luck. They hurried Chrissie backstage with all their gear and set up at one of the dressing stations.

Being a company event, there was more frivolity than formality, so there were no big stage shows, musical numbers or glitz like in a big time pageant. The Emcee was one of the company Vice Presidents from another city, and dressed in a tux he kept the show going by verbal cues to all the girls on what to do. The judges were outsiders so that no one in the company could show favoritism to their contestant. All together there were about twenty-five young ladies including Chrissie that entered the pageant. Milling around backstage with the other contestants, Chrissie suddenly realized that she looked as good if not better than at least half of the girls there. The rest would be up to the judges.

The first stage of the pageant showed off the contestants in their evening gowns. As a group they all filed onstage walking in a large loop out a runway towards the audience and the judges. Stepping in time to Tom Jones' song "She's a Lady", they all strode gracefully down the runway and then lined up on stage. Each girl wore a sash with their company's branch name, so Chrissie's said Miss Tulsa on hers. Then, one by one, as they were named each contestant was called out and given the chance to walk alone down the runway once again for the judges and audience to see. The audience was a bit rowdy, and of course whenever one of the contestants came down who had supporters there they gave a loud applause and approval. When Chrissie came down there was a huge roar from the audience, which led Chrissie to flash a great smile toward her supporters and the judges. Turning on her heels at the end of the runway, she flashed some leg as she swished back to her spot on the stage. A brief interview by the Emcee occurred with each contestant to ask them to say their names, and then they all filed off for the next portion of the contest.

After the evening gown competition was held there was about a fifteen minute break when some comedian went on stage to occupy the audience. This gave time for the contestants to dress for their talent portion of the program. Denise, Wendy and Elaine helped Chrissie undress from her gown, and had her slip her cream colored silk floral print dress on. Making sure to touch up her makeup, she was soon ready to perform on the piano. She was about the twentieth contestant to perform, and some of the girls were just awful, including one who did an off key version of one of Bette Midler's songs, and others who twirled batons, tap danced, read poetry or played saxophone. Chrissie really was a talented pianist and had been used to entertaining the office employees at company parties, so her repertoire was already well learned and well executed. She chose to play one of Jim Brickman's tunes that everyone seemed to enjoy and judging by the audience response she did very well, receiving loud applause. Going near the end of the group of contestants and doing well would hopefully stick in the judges' minds.

After the first two events, the judges announced their decision for the final ten contestants. To Chrissie's amazement and to Denise's delight, Chrissie was chosen to be included in this semi-final group.

Following the talent portion of the pageant was the swimsuit competition. Chrissie felt the most exposed and lacking in confidence for this event, but with the girls helping her to get ready, and with the pretty blue sheer skirt that fronted the suit to offer some small amount of modest coverage, Chrissie stepped up to the challenge. Chrissie's legs were probably not her best attribute, especially compared to the real girls out there, but despite her inner nervousness she got through the swimsuit competition unscathed.

The judges had turned in their cards for point tallying for the final five contestants. Four other very pretty girls were announced, while the remaining six stood breathlessly awaiting who would make the final cut. When Chrissie's name was called she actually squealed with joy, even surprising Denise, Wendy and Elaine who had never coached her on this type of response. It was apparent that Chrissie was genuinely excited and very giddy about being chosen. As the other five contestants filed off, hugging the final group, a few tears were shed.

So, among the four remaining young women that Chrissie was to compete with was another blonde, Miss Boise, a redhead with long gorgeous legs who was Miss Atlanta, a brunette with a pageboy haircut named Miss Cleveland and a raven haired beauty who appeared to be Native American named Miss Santa Fe. Each had obviously done well in the previous three competitions, and with the interview portion remaining Chrissie knew she must do her very best or lose. To have gotten this far was still confusing to Chrissie, as she never thought she really stood a chance to compete against such a lovely group of real women.

The Emcee set the stage for the interview portion as the final five contestants prepared by changing their outfits. The sleek gray three piece business suit with the low cut silk blouse and the hem line a few inches above the knee presented Chrissie with a very professional but yet sexy look. Each contestant was brought out one by one with the Emcee, and each were asked to sit on a tall barstool next to him. Chrissie remembered to walk smartly, keeping her posture erect and with a smile on her face as she was the third called out for the interview. Smiling broadly and flashing her deep blue eyes in the direction of the audience and the judges, she demurely sat on the stool with her knees together and her hands on her lap. Chrissie's practice had paid off with the voice training they had done, and she found that if she spoke in a soft alto with a throaty whisper that her voice sounded convincingly feminine.

The Emcee had asked the two previous contestants three questions each. Miss Santa Fe was asked about current events in the national news, such as her views on supporting the troops in their war against terrorism, and did she think that women should be involved in combat operations. Of course a pat answer was not easy, so she did her best but seemed to stumble a bit about her views on women in the military. The second contestant , the redhead from Atlanta, was asked about what she would do to make the world a better place for all to live in, and believe it or not, she giggled and said she believed in "world peace". This response made her come across as being a bit spacey. Chrissie was asked about global warming. She knew this could be a politically hot topic, but had also recently seen Al Gore's film on global warming and had been really moved by urgency of the problem. Chrissie gave as concise a response as could be mustered in a three minute interview, but seemed to do a really good job summarizing the problem and making the point that we all could do our part in reducing carbon dioxide emissions. Since Gend Ergonomics Industries has shown a commitment to reducing pollutants as a corporate policy, Chrissie felt like her response would represent the company point of view as well. The blonde and brunette contestants completed their interview, but Chrissie was really too excited and nervous to listen to what they had to say. The audience gasped and moaned when the brunette with the pageboy let her coarser side show when she answered her question about her views on same sex marriage; she indicated that in no way, shape or form should two homos have a chance to live together legally.

After a break during which the President of the company got up and thanked everyone for coming to the pageant, the five finalists were brought back onto the stage in their evening gowns for the decision of the judges to be announced. The fourth runner-up was the brunette to no one's surprise. The third runner-up was Miss Santa Fe. The second runner-up was the redhead who wanted "world peace". Chrissie and the other blonde, Miss Boise remained as the final two on stage. When Miss Boise was announced as the first runner-up, the crowd erupted into a huge cheer for Chrissie, who could not believe what had just happened. Accepting her crown, her bouquet of roses and her sash announcing her as Miss Gend Ergonomics, she walked down the runway beaming like a blushing bride. Backstage, Denise, Wendy and Elaine were jumping up and down, going crazy with happiness that they had pulled it off. The gang in the audience that worked in Chrissie and Denise's department were going nuts, whooping, hollering and high-fiving that Denise had pulled off a miracle and that they were going to win the prize tickets to the series at the Dome next month.

Chrissie was astonished. She was in a daze as she was whisked here and there for photos, news interviews and congratulations from the other contestants. Never in a million years did she expect this to happen, and now that it had she wondered what it all meant. As a man, Chrissie was dull, drab and ordinary. Sure there were some talents there, but as a woman she had won out over twenty-four real women from around the country, supposedly the best that each branch could get to enter. Had Denise, Wendy and Elaine simply gone too far by pulling off this masquerade, she thought? Where was this new and strange relationship with Denise going to go? Could Chrissie ever really be able to return to just being Chris?

Once all the commotion backstage was ending, and Chrissie could go back to her dressing area with the girls, Denise gave her a huge hug and a warm kiss right on the lips. It was still only about half past nine in the evening, so Denise had Chrissie get out of the formal wear and put on the cream colored silk floral print dress from the talent competition. It was very feminine in appearance, and with some open-toed sandals with an ankle strap for shoes, Chrissie and Denise headed for the car to get away from the pageant aftermath. Chrissie was still stunned and sat silently peering out the window as they drove. Denise was humming the tunes from the pageant, even singing some of the chorus of "She's A Lady", and intermittently looked over at Chrissie and just giggled with glee. She was headed downtown again, and Chrissie knew that it was inevitable that she would be joining the crowd down at the club to celebrate. She did not know what to expect.

Denise called ahead on her cell phone to the club to let them know they would be arriving in about ten minutes. When they pulled into the parking lot a valet was waiting to park the car, and Frank was there again to escort Chrissie into the club. Chrissie's legs were a bit weak from nervousness, so leaning on Frank's arm was helpful. As soon as they entered the club a huge roar and round of applause greeted them from all of their office mates who had come from the pageant to celebrate. First to swarm Chrissie were all the women from the audience, who each and every one greeted Chrissie with a warm embrace and kisses to the cheeks as they congratulated her on her pageant victory. The men kept their distance at first, not sure how to treat a man who had just won a beauty pageant, but Frank broke the ice by taking Chrissie by the hand and leading her onto the dance floor. Chrissie was appreciative of his acceptance and helpfulness, relieving any awkwardness that the other guys may have been feeling. After a couple of wild dances, Chrissie began to loosen up and after sitting down to rest and having a strong Margarita, she began to feel much more relaxed. Ordering a second round for Chrissie and Denise, Frank stepped aside to let some of the guys come over to talk to Chrissie and Denise.

Without exception, all the guys from the office exclaimed how they couldn't believe that this vision of beauty they were seeing was actually their office buddy from the accounting department. Chrissie stayed in character with feminine voice and mannerisms, but it was clear that she knew each guy by name and was indeed their buddy. One by one they asked a list of questions, particularly about how it felt to be so dolled up like a woman, and how could he have won the pageant with so little time to prepare, and what was he going to do now that the pageant was over. Chrissie seemed to enjoy all the attention she was getting, and after several Margaritas she had been out on the dance floor with all the guys and most of the girls. It was approaching half past midnight, and tomorrow was a Monday, another day at the office for everyone. So after saying a flurry of quick good byes to everyone, the club emptied out in a hurry.

Chrissie and Denise were on the way to Denise's apartment for the night. They were both exhausted, and Chrissie was already nodding off in the car. Denise's mind was active, realizing suddenly that they hadn't really thought through all the possibilities when they entered into their wager, probably because none of them thought it possible that they might actually win the pageant. It seemed obvious after fielding everyone's questions at the club that night that it was going to be difficult to explain the disappearance of Chrissie and the reappearance of Chris at work to those from the company who had organized the pageant. What was going to happen if they came looking for Chrissie for an interview or photographs for the company newsletter? Would the prize tickets be stripped away and would Chrissie be disqualified if they found out she wasn't a woman? Denise hadn't really thought about all these "what ifs", and now it was getting more complicated than she imagined. Chrissie had been a good sport, and had kept up her part of the wager, but from the beginning it was only supposed to be for a couple of days. All these thoughts and concerns were raging through Denise's brain as Chrissie basked in the glow of her celebration, and on top of all of that somewhere down deep inside Denise was still wondering what direction her relationship with Chrissie might take.

Once they got home, Denise helped Chrissie get ready for bed by creaming off her glam makeup, and removing her dress, corset, and stockings. Standing only in her bra and gaff with her long blond locks falling down her back, even without the makeup Chrissie still looked quite girlish. Denise slipped her into a lacy nightgown while she prepared herself for bed. Chrissie lay on the bed staring at Denise as she slipped into her frilly pink nightie, and then lay down next to Chrissie and began to cuddle. Before long, they were stroking each other's faces and gently kissing, but this time they were so tired they were both soon asleep. Chrissie dreamed all night long about the beauty pageant, the glamour and excitement of winning and the feeling of exhilaration from the whole weekend of preparation, celebration, and sexual excitement. This had been a weekend to remember.

Denise awoke early at about five-thirty and got up and showered. She prepared a light breakfast and some coffee for them and surprised Chrissie with coffee, bagels and cream cheese on a breakfast tray in bed. As Chrissie enjoyed her breakfast, Denise began talking carefully and deliberately with Chrissie about her fears of the whole event exploding in their faces if the company officials found out about their little hoax from the wager. Chrissie nodded silently, agreeing with Denise that Chris, at least for the time being, needed to stay under cover and Chrissie needed to be the one to show up to work. Denise explained how she would make sure that all their coworkers would cover for them or risk losing the prize tickets to the basketball tournament. Denise and Chrissie figured that in a week or two at the most, that the whole thing would be forgotten and Chrissie could get her life back to normal at the office. In the meantime, Denise hurriedly got herself and Chrissie ready to make their appearance at the office, walking in just at eight o'clock. Cheers and a few shocked faces greeted them as their office mates questioned why Chrissie remained in character, but after a brief meeting of their group all of them agreed that the plan should work if they all stuck together. Chrissie seemed relieved that there was to be no ridicule; in fact, she felt like she was welcomed as though there was nothing weird about it at all. She noticed how the guys would smile at her and check out her legs as she walked through the office in her three inch pumps and her business suit. A few even whistled in a good natured way. There were already tons of pictures that were printed out and up on the bulletin board of Chrissie being crowned in the pageant from the night before.

Sure enough, about mid-morning Chrissie received a call from the marketing division for Gend Ergonomics, wanting to come over and interview her for the company newsletter. Chrissie went to Denise in a bit of a panic but was able to be calmed down and got some coaching from the other girls in the office about how to act in this situation. Right after lunch, Denise helped Chrissie freshen her makeup and hair, and the marketing team arrived for photos and an interview. Chrissie talked about how excited she was to win the pageant for their department, how much she enjoyed her job in the accounting area, and how wonderful it was for them to be able to win the prize for the basketball tournament. They took all kinds of photos of Chrissie in the office, alone and with her office mates, and were soon gone. Everyone complimented Chrissie on how well she had done and what a natural she was at being feminine, just like a real beauty queen. Chrissie genuinely seemed to appreciate the compliments.

And so Chrissie, Denise and their office mates continued this charade both at work and after hours for the remainder of the week, and just to be sure for another week or so after that. Chrissie seemed to have lost all affinity for her former self and seemed to relish the new found attention that came from being as real to a beauty queen as a person could be.

The wager to Denise had been lost, but in the end Chrissie and Denise continued to explore their new relationship and found a deeply erotic and satisfying love that would have never occurred if things remained the way they had been before. Denise's favorite basketball team even won the tournament championship over Chrissie's team, but there was no need to wager anything on this match. Chrissie decided to remain full time in her new found feminine self which she immensely enjoyed over her previous rather dull life. Her office mates accepted her and most surprising of all she had found a new love with her best friend. More than just a beauty queen, Chrissie had found a new way of living and enjoying life, this time from the feminine perspective, all from a silly wager and a little help from their friends. It had turned out to be a very good bet for this beauty after all.

 

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