Copyright © 2000 by Constance Grant Manasquan, NJ all rights reserved

This is the second story in a series, the first was ‘Serendipity’ and this story will make much more sense if ‘Serendipity’ is read first.

My heartfelt thanks goes to the real Teddi Sue for translating my English into Standard English, and her continuing friendship. Thanks to Brandy Dewinter for her story ‘Reasonable’ – this story is a further twist on the best.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is unintended.
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Cotillion                     by: Constance Grant                  ConnieBabe69@Hotmail.com

 

You will never believe the surprise my husband Ted sprang on me last Saturday! I can barely believe it myself. And he did it all himself, down to the last detail! I should have suspected something – after all, we wives have a sixth sense about such things – but boy, was I surprised. Let me tell you about just how it happened…

On Friday, Ted was late getting home – he had been in San Francisco on business and had called on the AirPhone telling me his flight was running two hours behind. Big surprise, you’d think the airlines could schedule better. Anyhow, I had the hibachi on, ready for our little filets of beef; the salads were made, and all I needed was Ted.

He had only been gone two nights, and after almost nine years of marriage, you would think that is no big deal. Linda says she is glad for the peace and quiet in the house when Bob is away on business, and they have only been married five years. But I’ve always missed Ted when he is not with me at night, and after my crazy idea eighteen months ago; we have been so much closer that I really miss him even more.

My PC alarm went off and I went into my ‘work only room,’ which was so named and used to placate the IRS. It was one of my customers with a problem; she needed just the right outfit for a country club spring dance next Friday. Paula Cummings is a nice lady and a very good customer. Like many of my regulars, she is a professional woman with a super high-pressure job and no time to shop. You wouldn’t believe what she spends on clothes just with us. You see, I am an Internet fashion consultant for a large fashion oriented department store. It’s a great job, as I don’t have to leave the house, and with my commissions, the pay is awesome. Technically, I didn’t have to answer this inquiry, as my published consultation hours were over, but I did since Ted wasn’t home yet, and as I said, she is a good customer. I called her on the phone, and after a detailed discussion, showed her my suggestions on her PC. It is a surprisingly effective way to sell.

I was wrapping up and assuring Paula that our choice would be just perfect, when I caught a whiff of steak cooking. My heart did a little joyful flip. Ted was home! Before Paula signed off she purchased a gold jade necklace and earring set to match her gown and strappy matching heels; I thought they would look marvelous together. I assured her everything would be FedExed overnight for delivery Monday morning, and then I turned the PC off – no more interruptions tonight. The toilet flushed, and I grinned. Ted preferred to come home, just like I did, to do that. Public rooms are so awfully messy at times. And after my crazy idea he was ever so much more careful about messes in there.

I stopped in the powder room briefly to check myself in its full-length mirror. I knew Ted would like my appearance as I straightened out the dents in my hair from the headset. I’m a trim five eight, one hundred and twenty five pounds, and with the heels I had on, stood at five ten. I work out almost every day with aerobic tapes, and recently I’ve started to use Ted’s Nautilus for mild weight training. Ted hadn't seen this outfit, but it was just what I knew he liked. A pale yellow peasant blouse trimmed with tiny green roses that picked up my green eyes and strawberry blond hair. Waved, as it was today, it caressed my bare shoulders. He always told me that he loved my neck and shoulders, and I liked to make them available for him to kiss. I wouldn’t dare wear these shorts off our property; in fact, I thought the package looked a bit like Daisy Mae from Li'l Abner.

Well, when I walked onto our deck, I wasn’t disappointed with the reaction; Ted’s eyes opened wide and tracked me like radar. I gave him a moment to enjoy the view, and then I gave him a big hug. Well, if one of us hadn’t had some presence of mind, the little steaks would have burned. Ted took a moment out to move the steaks to the cutting board, and then resumed our embrace. Eventually we broke the kiss and petting, leaving both of us a little breathless. Well, a lot breathless. Ted is a super kisser, and it is a good thing I had the foresight to wear a panty liner.

While he sliced the steak, I got the salad and a chilled white Zinfandel from the fridge – there is no supper I like more than a warm steak salad. Ted was watching his weight and had grown to enjoy salads for supper too.

"How was your trip honey?"

"Ugghh! The plane was so packed that I couldn’t get into first class on the early flight; I couldn’t even do my report, and there was no room to work on my laptop. As I told you on the phone, the business meetings went very well, Greg…

… And barring another emergency; it will be several months before I have to return. At least my hotel room was quiet, so I got a good night’s sleep last night. And oh, Joe and Max asked me to give you their best.

By the way, I have a present for you in my bag…"

Now he had my full attention, I just LOVE presents.

"… I put it in my computer bag and that bag is on the chair in the den – it’s a silver gift wrapped box."

While Ted was putting the salad on the plates and arranging the sliced steak on each, I ran to the den. The package made the notebook’s case look pregnant, so I had no trouble finding it. A quick zip, and the silver box was in my greedy little hand. I noticed it was heavy, and shaking it didn’t cause a rattle or gurgle – what could it be? I ran back to the patio, and sat down – I picked at my salad for a minute until Ted said, "Okay, open it already – then you can enjoy your dinner."

Well he knows me pretty well too. In a careful, ladylike way, I opened the package… Not! In the box, protected by a Styrofoam nest, was a small silver and pewter sculpture. I looked at it carefully. There were two ladies in ball gowns; they were curtsying to two men in formal clothes, but the two ladies were clearly looking at each other. On the bottom of the base was inscribed, "To my best friend and wife, in memory of a special occasion – love Ted."

I know it’s silly, but my eyes kind of misted over and I got up and kissed Ted. He pulled me onto his lap, and we fed each other dinner – something we hadn’t done in ages. I like to squirm around a little and feel his manhood growing against my butt. I gathered the plates and glasses, and Ted stood up carrying me, with the crockery, into the kitchen – he is a very powerful guy. We were laughing and giggling when he deposited me in front of the dishwasher.

"You have anything planned for tonight?" He asked.

"Well, nothing exactly planned. I picked up a few videos from Blockbuster, and I found some new bath oils for the whirlpool… Sound like the makings of a plan?"

"Sure does, I picked up some scented candles in a little shop near the Embarcadero and some other stuff. I’ll set up the bath while you load the dishwasher."

He kissed me on my shoulder from behind, cupping my breasts lightly. I could swear his hands were quivering – I love that; it shows he wants me. I was singing to myself as I locked up – I guess it took me ten minutes to do my chores. Once upstairs, I noticed most of the lights were out, but a dozen candles illuminated our room, and as many more, were in the bath.

He had remained dressed waiting for me, and we undressed each other. He suggested I apply some of that French depilatory cream that helps keep our bodies hairless until all the laser treatments are completed. I did, and he applied some to my legs and underarms. Just like the first time we did this, he played a tape from my modeling days showing me modeling eveningwear – he adores tight and slinky. The time passed quickly, and soon we were washing the cream off in the shower. Then we sank into the warm whirlpool, and let the cares of our workweek dissipate in the swirling scented waters. We really didn’t talk; I just nestled into him while we petted softly.

After drying and applying lotion, I gave him my weekend present: a long, forest green, silk nighty that matched mine. Watching ‘Shakespeare in Love,’ we snuggled together in bed, enjoying the exquisite feelings accentuated by the fine silk and our hairless bodies. You think us strange to wear identical slinky silk nighties over hairless bodies? Maybe to some people, but if you try it, I think you’ll like it too.

You see about a year and a half ago, I’d had this crazy idea. Ted loves to see me in slinky dresses and skirts with heels, dressed to the nines. As Brittany, I had modeled for five years and had enough of the dress up routine, so I became a jeans and slacks gal. But that didn’t stop Ted from looking, only looking, at gals wearing the tight and slinky clothes that he loves so much. Well, the attention he was giving to other girls, even ones not nearly as pretty as I am, got under my skin. Can you blame me?

So, I came up with a plan. I got two identically styled, very slinky evening dresses with all the trimmings, one in my size and the other in his. The deal was that I would wear mine if he would wear his. To my surprise, he actually did! We wound up having a wonderful evening capped by the best sex of our lives, but the most important thing was that we began talking to one another with increased understanding. Not only did I have a super husband, I had the next best thing to a close girlfriend – I thought of him as my husband-girl. He didn’t dress a lot, just one weekend every three or four weeks. He had become very skilled at the deception; we even shopped in the malls together, and ate out as girlfriends. After about six months, he even lost any personal fear of discovery and being thought of as a sissy – I knew with absolute certainty that he was no sissy! Besides, we figured it was our business.

Communication is a two way street, so while Ted got in touch with his female side, I made a real effort to understand and enjoy "man" things like football and other sports, as well as his business. It was his turn this weekend to make the plans, so I was sure we would go to an exhibition baseball game on Saturday afternoon, and maybe into his office to help him catch up after his trip, and follow that with a basketball game Sunday night.

After the video, we enjoyed some long, slow loving. I have no idea what time we went to sleep, but I woke about eight, fully rested, and feeling great. Ted had laid out a new amber and silver exercise outfit, which I put on and went to make coffee. From the kitchen, I could hear him working out on the Nautilus, and I brought a carafe of coffee and cups down to him. I was mildly surprised to see him wearing an identical outfit to mine – tights, ballet slippers, leotard, and sweat band.

"This is your sports weekend dear, did you forget?"

I gave him a smooch and sat on the Nautilus with him while we sipped our coffee. Then he said, "Nope, but we don’t have to do sports, do we?"

"Of course not, it’s just that you usually choose sports."

"I have something very special planned, are you up for it?"

"Sure, but what is it?"

He smiled, "All in good time, wench! Let’s do our aerobics and dress; we have an appointment at four."

"Hmmm, you’re a mysterious one today."

"Devious, too." He winked and smiled.

The aerobic tape we followed was a real treat – not only was it new because he had he picked it up on his trip, but it was possible to do it holding each other through most of the exercises. You know where that can lead, so after our shower, we couldn’t help doing IT again, and then we took an hour nap. I woke first and brought us each another cup of coffee. We drank them, showered quickly, and applied more lotion.

Once again, he surprised me by laying out seamed sheer stockings and sexy undies for us. Our deal was that I would wear these high maintenance items if he would. Actually, I looked forward to us dressing any more – what a rush! Just think: he would go through all this just to see me dressed the same way – and feel what I felt while wearing the very same outfit.

I attached his breast forms with a little adhesive to keep them from slipping about, and laced his strapless merry widow. It was new, and I noticed the laces could be tightened much more. I don’t really need one, but the results were spectacular, as he could plainly see.

"Should I take care of that for you?" I asked looking at his stirring cock.

"Nope. I think I can keep it under control – besides I would like to save it for later. Would you mind doing my nails? One coat of what you have on will do." I didn’t mind one bit, so I got the polish and did his nails in a pale coral to match mine. While I did them, I had to agree with postponing our love making, as he couldn’t do IT nearly as often as I could. Men really are quite fragile, you know.

He lay back on the bed and I tucked his balls up into his body, and his cock between his legs. Then I brought up his lacy French thong, put a panty liner in place, and snugged everything up. It amazed me every time I did that just how flat and girlish he looked, because his cock was actually quite substantial. It even passed the touch test – I giggled as I remembered our early trials. I gently rolled his stockings on, smoothing and straightening the seams over his hairless legs, attaching his garters after running them through his thong, and finishing up with his three-inch pumps. I think he was purring. Then I relaxed while he helped me with my identical stockings and heels, right down to the panty liner. I know I was purring. From the neck down, we looked for all the world like two sexy girls, and, as much as I hated to admit it, his legs looked marginally better than mine. My husband-girl is a major turn on for me, but I thought I could wait if he could.

We walked into the spare room where he surprised me again with matching outer outfits. It was a faun, mid thigh length, leather skirt with a lovely gold peasant blouse – I knew from experience an outfit like this would attract attention and be difficult to manage – but if Teddi Sue was game, so was I! Oh, by the way, when Ted is dressed like a girl, she is Teddi Sue. While we dressed, we discussed what makeup would be best – my foundation was very sheer while Teddi Sue’s covered better to hide her coarser skin, and what little beard shadow remained after the laser treatments. Teddi removed her male eyebrows with a little solvent. A little mascara, blush, and lipstick completed our makeup. I put her wig, which closely matched my natural style and color, on her, touching up her brows with a pencil.

Okay, I won’t lie to you. Teddi Sue is not even remotely in my class – in all honesty, not many natural women are either – but with this makeup, Teddi Sue’s face does not look at all like a man’s, and she is mildly attractive. The overall package looks damn good, and dressed like we are, the two of us will turn a lot of heads.

The thing that took the longest while we were creating Teddi Sue was not the look, or the mannerisms, but a female voice. Quite by accident, we found that if she pretended to sing the words, the result was a pleasant female alto voice. The fact she couldn’t remain perfectly on note, gave Teddi Sue’s voice a pleasant lilt. We had spent several weekends where Ted practiced just about all weekend, even when he wasn’t dressed

"Okay, Teddi Sue, we are all dressed up and no place to go!"

"We have an appointment to have our hair and nails done at four. I thought we could fill in the time between now and then shopping."

"Well, we didn’t have to get all dressed up for that."

She blushed and said shyly, "True, but I really enjoy seeing you dressed like this – you really are the best looking woman I’ve ever seen, you make my heart glad to be with you." My legs felt weak and I got the most delicious tremor in my tummy when she said that. She really meant it too. Then she continued, "I couldn’t get an appointment before four, and after that, we have somewhere else to go."

"Still not telling all?"

"Nope, it’s a surprise, and I think it is a surprise you will really enjoy – it’s something you have wanted for a very long time, but thought had passed you by. What jewelry do you think we should wear with these outfits?"

I made some selections for us: earrings, necklace, bracelets, watch, the ankle bracelet I got her for Christmas, several cocktail rings including a cubic zirconium engagement and wedding ring for Teddi. We had Teddi’s ears pierced six months ago – she normally wore very small gold studs in them as Ted – today we wore one inch gold hoops. We put them on each other, kidding and giggling like I used to with my sister, ending by spritzing each other with Lauren.

"It’s a little chilly out, so we need something over our bare shoulders. I think our winter coats are too much, and I don’t want to wear a cardigan over these tops, it would totally spoil the effect."

"How about these? I purchased them when I picked up the skirts. Do you remember when we looked at these last fall?" He took a leather jacket out of the closet and slipped it on me. Its color matched my skirt, it was thigh length, belted with a leather tie, and presented with a deep V neckline. I had to admit it looked very chic on me. I wondered; how he had managed to sneak these jackets in without my noticing?

"No, I don’t. But then, I see so many clothes that it is hard to remember them all. What made you remember?"

"I wasn’t dressed as Teddi Sue at the time, but I was paying attention when you tried it on. I remembered how great you looked in it, and the first chance I got I bought the jackets and skirts and kept them in my office. In case you are wondering, I brought them home last week while you were out grocery shopping with Linda, and hid them in the back of the closet." I gave her a kiss that soon threatened to torpedo our schedule, but we exerted our will power. Before we left I transferred my stuff into a new matching shoulder purse, and Teddi seemingly emptied her dresser top into hers.

Well, I worked on Teddi Sue all the way to the mall, but she wouldn’t tell me anything more. I drove the Buick, since we hadn’t solved the driver’s license problem yet. On this trip to the mall we were dressed sexier, a very classy sexy, nevertheless much sexier than we ever had previously. Once in the mall, we were eye magnets, and garnered more attention from boys than I liked.

"See, Teddi Sue, this is why I don’t dress this way and come here. I mean, it is nice to get compliments on how I look, but all this ogling by teenagers and men who should know better gets old. And you can’t make eye contact with these cretins because it only encourages them. That is, if they are looking at anything but your boobs or butt. And a very nice butt yours is, by the way."

"You told me that they seldom bother two girls, and that is why you always shop in pairs."

"That’s true. I’m not really worried about something happening, but truthfully, don’t they make you feel uneasy?"

"Yes, but I thought it was because I am not used to it. I always thought girls liked to be looked at."

She really had a point, but I pointed out to her that after all we were married women. She almost cracked up, and we giggled about it for five minutes. Actually, we soon put the peanut gallery out of our minds, and were absorbed with each other and our shopping. We window-shopped and stopped in a dozen or more upscale stores. Frankly, I was looking with my job in mind, as much as for us. I really was interested in Teddi Sue’s opinion, because after all the dressing she had done, it was a curious mixture of a man’s viewpoint filtered through an emerging female eye. She was developing very good taste, as evidenced by our outfits, and a hell of a lot of fun to shop with. We didn’t really buy anything, but we both felt satisfied and enjoyed the hours we spent. Both of us were glad to sit when we arrived at the salon ten minutes early for our appointment.

She had arranged everything. We had pedicures, manicures with French tips, and our hair was styled in a most peculiar way. When I whispered that having his nails done this way was hard to reverse, she simply said not to worry. Our hair was styled with long tight curls falling to our shoulder clustered on the right side of our head, and a rat was added to lend height – only a curling iron and spray was used – so I knew I could easily restore my regular style, but I thought it looked mighty strange with this outfit. Usually, Teddi Sue’s wig was styled on a form, but apparently, she had arranged to have it done on her head. So, we sat side by side as the beauty technicians worked on us. The end result looked very old fashioned, but Teddi Sue simply told me not to worry, everything would work out. I have to tell you, I was completely mystified.

It was well after five when we left the salon. Teddi Sue was carrying a satchel of cosmetics the cosmetologist had selected for us. It was most unusual for Teddi Sue to make purchases like that without my input. We stopped at Friday’s for a light supper, just a chef’s salad, and a glass of wine. We talked about a lot of things, but Teddi was mum about her plans for the evening. After all this time together, we really were like two girlfriends, and we had fun brushing off some male attention – since we both sported wedding and engagement rings it was relatively easy. We stopped in the ladies room, and Teddi did her business, and touched up her makeup like any other girl, with no sign of nervousness.

Teddi directed me to the Downtown Marriott and into the underground parking. I surrendered the car to the attendant and we took the elevator up to the Concierge staffed floor. Teddi introduced us to the attendant, and picked up our magnetic cards and welcome packets. Here we were checking into a hotel without even a toothbrush between us – and a bag of mystery cosmetics, I reminded myself.

"Why are we here?" I asked

"To change our clothes, of course. I suppose we will stay here overnight too – the room is paid for."

"What are we going to change into? We didn’t bring anything."

By this time, we had arrived at the door to our suite and Teddi opened the door. As I walked into the dark room, Teddi turned on the lights. "This is what we will change into. Do you remember this gown?"

At first, I had thought we weren’t alone, but then I realized I was looking at two, simply gorgeous, antebellum ball gowns hanging on a bellman’s cart. They were emerald green, my very best color, and appeared to be made of velvet and satin. The hoop skirt must have been three feet in diameter. I immediately fell in love.

After a moment, while I examined the gowns, Teddi’s question popped to the front of my mind. "Yes, I think so." I paused to refresh my memory. Shortly after we had met in college, Ted picked me up at my apartment. I wasn’t ready – like that’s a news flash – and while he waited, he picked up a local doings magazine. There was an article in it about a recent Cotillion, accompanied by a full-page picture of a beautiful girl in an emerald gown. "But how did you remember?"

"Don’t you remember that when you saw me looking at that picture, you started to cry? You told me that you couldn’t ‘come out’ because your family couldn’t afford both college and presenting you to society. I made up my mind then, that if I was ever able, I would get you a gown like that."

Well I can tell you that I lost it then, I was so overwhelmed that I began to cry. Not sad tears, but I was overcome with emotion that Ted would remember that small incident more than thirteen years later. I hugged her, and babbled something – whatever it was, she started to cry too. I could tell hers were bittersweet tears too, and we shared a sweet moment unlike any we ever had in our entire relationship.

We stopped crying after a while, and almost got carried away again with our lust. All we did was kiss and pet for a long time – but what awesome kisses; it was as if our souls touched. When we broke apart, Teddi suggested that we should start getting dressed.

First, we creamed our makeup off – it was beyond repair. Then we took off our skirts and blouses. She suggested that I do our makeup, and I examined the bag of cosmetics. Everything was prefect for us and matched our nails and the dresses – I was truly impressed. It took almost an hour to get the effect I wanted for each of us – the effect was dramatic without being harsh or even the slightest bit in poor taste. Teddi brought a tape measure, and we tightened the laces on our widows – almost two inches in her case. I felt sorry for her, but she didn’t complain.

I suggested we drain every drop we could, as we would never be able to do it once the dresses were on. I couldn’t resist, and when we took down our panties to pee, we made love. We couldn’t help ourselves; it was something we just had to do. But we did it differently than usual. Teddi sat on the bed, and as I sat on top facing her, she entered, filling me in a most wonderful way. Using her strength, she began rocking and moving me; it was controlled bliss. I had my arms around her neck; we kissed lightly, gently probing with our tongues. After I don’t know how many times she satisfied me, I could feel her deep within me as she released making little mewing sounds. It was sublime.

Our heels were open toe, and strapped on at the ankle, so we put them on when nature was fully satisfied. With a long silk half-slip, a long stiff crinoline, a voluminous slip with the hoop and the gown, we stepped in to them all at once. The petticoats were each adjusted and individually tied at the waist. Then the gown was buttoned with a million little buttons in the back – with our nails, the task would have been impossible without the buttonhook.

Teddi looked at me and said, "You are breathtaking! I’ve never seen you so radiant." And I could tell she really meant it; looking in the mirror, I could see that she was right.

From a suitcase on the cart, she took out a jewel box. They were only Zirconium, but they were beautiful, and we again adorned each other with jewels. I don’t know what we girls do, and Teddi never understood it before, but it took another half-hour before I was satisfied that we looked our absolute best. Frankly, I was so preoccupied with dressing to perfection that I didn’t give much thought to ‘why.’

Teddi made a brief phone call, but I assumed she was ordering champagne or something, and didn’t pay attention to the conversation. Sure enough, five minutes later there was a firm knock on the door. She opened the door and two guys walked in. Both men were outfitted impeccably in formal eveningwear, and I didn’t recognize them immediately.

Teddi said, "Brittany, I’m sure you remember Hank Marshal and Peter Chromos from my office. They are our escorts to the ball."

After the door closed, Hank stood in front of me and Peter stood in front of Teddi; they each bowed and kissed our hands saying, "We are most honored to be your escorts to the ball this evening." Goodness, I just melted.

‘What ball?’ I thought, thinking further, ‘it’s Hank and Peter from the office?’ Then it dawned on me; they were both gay and Ted told me they lived together. I suddenly realized that everyone would assume we were married wherever we were going next. What a hoot! Teddi was going to find out first hand how it feels to be a married woman! We grinned slyly at one another, and I noticed the irony was not lost on Hank and Peter. We all burst out laughing at the same moment.

Both Hank and Peter were handsome guys. Peter was the shorter of the two at about six feet, slightly taller than I am in these heels, and had curly black hair that looked permed. Hank had thinning brown hair and a neatly trimmed moustache. He was well over six feet and a little taller than Teddi in her heels. Glancing in the mirror, I realized that the four of us together made a striking appearance.

Teddi smiled and said, "In case you are wondering, Brittany, you are being presented to Philadelphia society. First the debutants will be presented, and then a select group of worthy women. You will be yourself, and because your husband is out of town on urgent last minute business, an associate from his office is escorting you. I am Ted’s sister, Ellie Waterman, and merely accompanying you for propriety’s sake. Another of Ted’s associates from his office is escorting me; my husband is home in New York with the kids. There will be people at the ball who know us, so we all have to keep in role." She looked at me with a sheepish expression, like she had just realized she was trailing toilet paper from the ladies room, "I know I sprang this on you pretty fast; are you up for this Cathy?"

After all my emotions earlier, I felt really calm now. I couldn’t believe that Ted had put all this together without my knowledge. While I had almost forgotten how hurt and disappointed that I had felt because of missing the cotillion ball as a teenager, I was very eager for the experience now that it was offered to me. I might not have wanted to dress to the nines before my crazy idea, but now it was something I truly relished doing with my husband-girl. It was a damn good thing I had a fresh panty liner, because I was wet – between Teddi’s juices and mine, I hoped the little liner would be enough. All these thoughts took place in a fraction of a second and I answered, "You better believe it, Teddi! Lead us on, o gallant Peter and Hank!"

Peter looked at me with a puzzled expression and asked, "What do I call you, Brittany or Cathy?"

I laughed, "My name is actually ‘Brittany Catherine,’ but Ted always calls me Cathy - except when he’s really cross or serious, and then he calls me Brittany - because Ted doesn’t like "Brit." I guess for tonight it is Brittany, as that is how I’ll be introduced. I don’t know how I’ll ever remember to call Teddi by his sister Ellie’s name." Actually, it turned out to be easy, because in the evening makeup she looked very much her sister – only a lot taller.

We had to wait a few minutes; the hotel would call us just before the presentation began, and we used the time to get to know each other. Hank was an accountant and Peter was a commercial artist, they had met at UCLA where they both minored in modern dance. They had clicked and had been together ever since. When they were recruited by Ted’s firm five years ago, Ted, as a principal in the firm, had made sure they were made welcome and that they received all the benefits that they would receive if legally married. Since then, they had been friendly with Ted, and often played golf with him.

These gowns were gorgeous, but required conscious thought to move about. They enforced slow graceful movements, and I could see that Teddi was being very careful, but no more so than any of the other ladies – after all none of us wore these creations on a regular basis. It is kind of a shame too; I thought that I really looked gorgeous. Dressed normally it was a courtesy for a man to assist while I sat or stood, but in these dresses, it was a necessity. It really took two of us, I managed my skirt smoothing and holding it so it wouldn’t wrinkle or that my heels wouldn’t become entangled. As I started to sit, Peter pushed the chair toward my legs as I lowered myself carrying the skirt with it. Because of the volume of the skirt I could only sit on the forward two thirds leaving my back virtually unsupported, but as I have excellent posture that wasn’t a problem.

Sitting there, I felt chilly and warm at the same time. Chilly because my shoulders and back were largely uncovered – don’t get me wrong, I was modestly covered, but the gown and matching green velvet choker were designed to showcase my creamy skin, delicate shoulders, and bosom. As intended, it attracted many eyes to that area. Those admiring, sometimes lustful, eyes created another kind of warmth, one that made me want to blush. If I thought about it, it was sexually exciting to be on display like this.

Contrast this sense of near nakedness above, with a sense of total envelopment from the bosom down. My body from bosom to hips was held in a firm embrace by, let’s face it, a modern corset. Its presence continually reminded me to watch my posture and move my hands and body gracefully – "Remember girl, you are on display," it seemed to say.

Further contrasting the feeling of near nakedness above was the feeling of total envelopment from the waist down. The stiff crinoline never stopped pressing in different places against the inner silk slip and sheer stockings. Add to that the weighted hoop and heavy velvet outer skirt – it was as if a thousand fingers were caressing me from my hips to my toes. Every time I moved I was assaulted anew, and it never really stopped. Taken all together, it was an entirely feminine sensation that most men would never experience or understand. BUT my Teddi Sue was experiencing it just as I was, and she would intimately know at least one aspect of femininity – and Ted would remember in the morning. I smiled at Teddi, and as if she could read my mind, she winked and gave me a shy smile in return.

I could see both Teddi and me in a wall mirror, and we looked quite graceful seated across the table from each other. Teddi seemed to follow my lead in all things, and in fact, she seldom took her eyes off me. From my husband-girl, I adored the attention.

When it came time to stand, I had to make sure my heel was not caught in my skirt, swivel a little to the side, and begin to stand. Peter has to move the chair away from me as I stood before it tipped over or I fell. Then I had to raise the front of the skirt as I swiveled and moved away from the table. In a gown like this, you really were dependent on your escort.

The only time I had previously experienced such a severe restriction was when Ted and I were married. With all the beadwork, my wedding gown was actually heavier than this one, and with the train, it took two people to seat me in the limo going to the church. Two ladies assisted with my train preparing to walk down the aisle, and to assure the skirt was straight so that I could walk forward lifting the front of the skirt with my foot at each step. Backing up was not an option. Fortunately, the train was removed at the church after the ceremony, and the wedding gown, sans train, was no more difficult to move about in then these gowns.

My only regret of the evening was that Ted couldn’t have escorted me for my introduction, but fortunately, it was made clear to the committee that Peter was standing in for Ted. Most of the photographs were taken of me alone, and Peter was not introduced to the assemblage by name, simply "and escort," which suited us both just fine. Two or three catty ladies from our country club confided to Teddi and me that it was a shame Ted couldn’t make time for me on such an important occasion. I merely observed that he would have been here if it had been at all possible, and Ellie mentioned that Ted had flown her in from New York to share my day. It was all we could do to keep a straight face.

A photographer roamed through the room taking hundreds of pictures. Without asking, Hank arranged to buy all photos with any of us in them. Shortly after that, Teddi confided to me what a shock it was to have a man make all the decisions and give orders to others. For example, they ordered our food for us, something I had never given a thought too. True we had expressed our desires, but the men actually gave the orders – and if they weren’t correct, in this formal setting, we were not expected to contradict them publicly.

Ted was accepted without question as his sister. Those who knew us remarked on the striking family resemblance, "which was close indeed," we giggled as soon as they left our table. Ted confided to us all that it was a real rush when people we knew stopped by our table, and that it was a good thing, in more ways than one, that ladies were not expected to rise. Now she really understood why!

Peter and Hank ate most of our dinners; with the tight widow, I could only manage a few bites, and Teddi did only slightly better. The gowns were truly a challenge to manage while sitting and eating, so after the dinner, we spent most of the evening dancing.

"Okay Teddi," I asked as the dinner plates were being removed, "how did you pull this off? How on earth did you even think of it?"

Both Hank and Peter smiled, and Teddi looked like the cat that swallowed the mouse. Teddi answered, "About four months ago I received a request, from the people sponsoring this event, asking our company to become a sponsor. In the letter, they included a photograph of last year’s girls and their escorts in line to be introduced. I forwarded it to Hank with instructions to send a check for five hundred dollars, strictly in the spirit of supporting a community event.

That night when I came home, you mentioned that our college alumni association was sponsoring its annual dinner dance. Since it was in Los Angeles, you didn’t want to go. We reminisced a bit about our college experiences, which brought to mind some of our early dates. The next morning my mind had put your desire to ‘come out’ as a teenager, the upcoming Cotillion here, and the image of you in an emerald ball gown into a single vision. I really wanted to see you, as you are now, sort of fulfilling your teenage dream.

I realized that if I asked you outright if you would like to go to this Cotillion, you would find a million excuses not to go. Just like you decided not to go to our reunion dance. Then I thought of it in the context of one of my weekend agenda choices. I won’t go into everything, but planning and making sure everything happened on time was worse than a new product introduction. Once I got into it, I could see why you might not think it was worth the trouble. Just getting these dresses made was quite an adventure. I had to go back to the bridal and formal shop six times after giving Gloria the specifications for the dresses."

Hank laughed and said, "We increased our contribution for the Cotillion to five thousand dollars, and after a judicious suggestion, you were invited to ‘meet Philadelphia Society.’ Ted realized that you would probably still resist dressing up for this event, especially in those gowns – and especially with the usual fuss associated with buying them. So, he figured that he would have to dress like you, per your agreement. But if he did, who would escort you? That was when he took Peter and me to lunch, and told us all about your deal and his plans for tonight. I don’t mind telling you, we thought seeing Ted in a dress was a sight we absolutely had to see. So, we told him we would keep our mouths shut and help him, if he could convince us that he could pull it off. Could he really pass as a convincing woman?"

Peter chimed in, "So we arranged to sit in an booth adjacent to yours one Saturday night a few months ago, and seeing Teddi that night convinced us she could pull it off. You realize of course, that if half the homophobes in this room knew they just ‘introduced’ the wife of a transvestite, who was on the arm of a gay man, whose not so legal gay wife was escorting your husband, who was posing as his sister… Phew, that’s a mouthful! Well anyway, they would probably have a heart attack after they lynched us all. We loved it, and saw no reason why we couldn’t pull off our end. This is so delicious, even if we are the only ones who know."

Hank added, "Things almost went awry yesterday when Ted had to put out that fire in San Francisco. We picked up the dresses and sundries for him, and I had to fight to keep Peter out of your gowns…"

"No way!" Peter said blushing furiously, "I was merely holding them to a mirror to make sure the stitching was done correctly. Besides they have tiny waists, and I really don’t know how you squeeze yourself into one, Teddi."

Hank resumed after sticking his tongue out at Peter, "Well, I made sure he didn’t split the seams, and we brought everything to the hotel today, claimed the rooms, and handled the paperwork for the Cotillion committee."

Peter looked a little wistful and asked, "Tell me Teddi, how does it feel to sit with us, so perfectly imitating a woman?"

"I think for the first time, I truly understand why Brittany objects to dressing up and looking so beautiful. Tonight, Brittany and I really are objects – it harkens back to years ago when men virtually owned a woman, and displayed them like any prized possession. These clothes never let you forget that; you are virtually helpless; you really need assistance to do everything. See that old guy two tables to my right? He has stared at me all evening, and I can point out a dozen men, plus a few women, who seldom take their eyes off Brittany.

Part of the feeling I am experiencing is derived from being an object. However, it isn’t entirely bad. I’m certainly not beautiful, but I think I feel beautiful – the same attention that is degrading is also very flattering. Brittany didn’t let that feeling become addictive, and she drove herself to become a complete person. As for me here and now, on the whole I feel good sitting here; it is fun being an object for a little while. Besides, I get to watch Brittany, not because she is an object, but because she fills my heart with her beauty.

Enough seriousness, I really want to see if I can actually dance in this gown."

Hank grinned, "You will if I have to carry you!" And our laughter and quips grew from there.

We had a table for four, and I can’t imagine what other people thought we were talking about that made us laugh so hard. Most of the people here were nice, but there were an awful lot who took themselves ‘veddy’ seriously. We behaved ourselves, even though Teddi told me she was sorely tempted to deflate some of those stuffed shirts. She also confided that it is painful to laugh so hard when laced tightly as she was; I wholeheartedly agreed – but it didn’t stop either one of us!

After dessert, we went up to our room to freshen up, and we, like countless Southern Belles before us, used a flower vase to pee into. Well, we weren’t going to undress, and with all the petticoats and hoops, there was no way we could think of using the toilet. We managed to have fun doing it, and Teddi gave me a delightful orgasm by lovingly tweaking my clit - after holding the vase, and drying my slit for me. I had thought about doing something similar when I held the vase for her, but the darling devil actually did it to me when it was her turn to hold the vase! What could I do standing on a chair?

We were all excellent dancers – between sets, Teddi and I had a few moments to compare notes. Teddi was in kind of a sensory overload; it was so different dancing with a man and following his lead. And in these gowns, wow! Fortunately, Hank was very good, and seemed to understand the limitations and rhythms imposed by the gown, so Teddi could move without tripping on her skirts. We both agreed that this was a unique experience, to be sipped occasionally. The boys danced well as I mentioned, but they also kept us close to each other – after all, they would have preferred to be dancing with each other, as we, too, would have.

For the last dance, the lights were lowered so that everyone was a shadow. Very smoothly, I was passed into Teddi’s arms, and we danced the last dance together. We really moved a little in a square while the boys danced around us, but we kissed and held each other – those few minutes with my husband-girl were the highlight of my coming out ball. Just before the lights were raised we changed partners again, and I could see several people that had been close to us just shaking their heads. Their minds doubted the scandal that their eyes seemed to view only minutes ago.

The evening passed quickly and we all were a little sad after the last dance played – but now, I truly appreciated the symbolism, and the engraved dedication, on the silver and pewter sculpture! He is so sweet and considerate, my heart doth truly runneth over…

The boys had the room across the hall from ours, so we went upstairs to our respective suites and agreed to meet for brunch about one.

Disrobing and showers took the better part of an hour. I barely noticed our new nighties as we slipped into them. Our feet hurt, and we were so tired, we went to sleep like two spoons almost immediately upon hitting the sheets.

I awoke before Teddi and ordered coffee and croissants. Teddi woke up when they were delivered. We were both refreshed from our sleep, finished our small breakfast about nine, and… Well you know. But what you might not realize was how truly close to each other we felt, and how much that feeling of total love amplifies the pleasure of making love. We took our time and did almost everything two people who respect each other’s bodies can do. I can honestly say it was the best lovemaking I have ever experienced, and Teddi whole-heartedly agreed. We took a little nap and then enjoyed a whirlpool bath with lovely bath oil. We emerged smelling like sweet wild flowers, and our skin was as soft as a baby’s behind.

Ted had packed another new outfit for us. These were simple gold sleeveless linen dresses with a scoop neck and the full skirt reached a few inches above the knee. We wore new yellow widows lightly laced, covered by elegant full slips which were exquisitely sheer and generously trimmed with lace. The belts were one inch metallic gold, and made a simple dress elegant. Teddi had brought our gold jewelry - I couldn't figure how she managed all that without my noticing! Our matching strappy heels added three inches to our height. Let me tell you, I was radiant, and we were one fine-looking pair of women. As we walked out to meet the guys, I could feel Teddi's juices leaking from me. Goodness, how I’ve grown to love that feeling! It's a good thing there are panty liners!

During brunch, we agreed that all of us had a great time and planned to go out dancing again – this time to a place where we could dance together – without raising eyebrows. Peter took me aside and asked how I coped with my "skirted Husband." I told him either Ted or Teddi were just perfect for me, and that we both loved being two girls for a change of pace.

Well I had my husband-girl for the rest of the week, because Teddi took a surprise vacation, and…well, you know.

 

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