Ebay

by Lauran Travis

   

There was a time when I had inhibitions, but they were long gone, along with my marriage and any real sense of worth. I shared a rented house with an old friend and just existed. I worked, slept and ate, with the usual weekend evening spent drinking and being rowdy, which had lead to me being reckless and doing far too many things that a sensible man should not do.

At home I mostly watched TV or read books, but Tim the housemate liked buying and selling on Ebay, he would buy allsorts of stuff that I thought was worthless and turn it into a profit, I could never see how, but he spent his free time going to sales and auctions to pick up stuff.

It was a cold November evening, Tim had been and bought another load of random stuff and was busy getting it into the house and unpacking it. He caught my attention when he let out a big laugh, I looked over to see him pulling out a deep green velvet material that at first I took for curtains, but as it emerged, I realised it was a dress. He had never done women's clothing before.

'So this was not what you was expecting?' I asked

'Certainly not, the lot was called samples, so it was just a lucky dip. Still they are cheap and look decent, they should sell'

He had bought 20 of these dresses, all what to me looked like theatre costumes for period productions. He put them on his listings and waited, but nothing sold. A week later we were chatting about this lack of success, and to me it was obvious when he showed me the pictures. He had just hung them from a hanger they were lifeless and sagged.

'What you need is a body inside them, a model' I suggested.

He thought and agreed that it should improve the look of them. But where to find a woman to model them, because we were now a couple of blokes women usually avoided.

'Tell you what, we both try one each, and see if they fit' was my bright idea.

Tim has a bit of a belly and broad shoulders, so the dress failed to fit in many places or even fasten. It looked better on the hanger if we were honest. Next my turn, I stripped to my underpants and stepped into the dress, it was heavy, but at the same time quite felt warm, and as my arms slipped down the sleeves and Tim pulled the laces tight at the back, it felt like a glove around my body. I breathed in so Tim could get the waist narrower and better shaped; I pulled the neck straight and lifted the long skirt to let it fall better. Then went to look in a mirror, the dress looked as good as it felt, a medieval gown, the skirt on the floor, the waist pulled in so the skirt flared out over the hips, a round neck with a beaded edge, and long sleeves that looked like a magician would hide his tricks up.

'It fits great, looks like we have a model'

Tim went for his camera and took several shots, then uploaded them.

'You know what, could I add a few little extras?'

'Like?'

He soon reappeared after routing in some boxes with a dark wig and a small coronet. Then slipped a couple of big rings onto my fingers.

'Right, let's try again now you look more the part'

I posed and he shot, and when he uploaded it we agreed it was far better. What I failed to tell him was how nice the dress felt. And while he was doing the listing I went to make a drink still in the dress, then sat and watched as he entered the details, waiting to see which shot he put up for the world to see.

The dress was nice a warm to wear, the long skirt and sleeves meant I was very comfortable sitting, it was also quite entertaining moving around, the long skirt would trip me up on stairs and the sleeves that kept my hands warm as they were so long, but would get in the way when drinking or just doing anything with my hands. I must have worn the dress for two hours before I felt enough and it was time to go and sleep, but as I asked Tim to undo the laces, he asked how it felt, observed how long I had worn it after the pictures had been taken. But I suppose most telling was that I had a smile on my face, something I rarely did. I tried to be honest without sounding to weird and making him think I had gone gay or something, which he seemed to accept and just reaffirmed that I did look relaxed and very good in the outfit.

It should not have been a surprise, but Tim could not help but tell me how much people were bidding for the dress, it was the party and pantomime season so it should do well, but he was convinced it was my modelling that made the difference. The inevitable happened, he had twenty of these dresses to sell and come Saturday I was required to be his model for the day.

He took it more seriously this time though, on the morning I found myself being offered a bra with breast inserts, to give me a better shape, a pair of control pants to stop any crutch bulges, a pair of tights to cover my none too hairy legs, and some lipstick and blusher to make my face more feminine for the camera.

I put all the extra clothes on, and applied the make up, but for some odd reason felt it necessary to pull a dressing gown on to cover my underwear before going to the room he was using for the photos.

First up was another medieval dress in green, then a Victorian bustle dress, and a Wild West saloon girl. We were surprised how long it was taking to change and add accessories, but we felt it was worth adding little extras so it helped make the costume look right.

We broke for lunch after we had taken pictures of a 1900s maid, and as a joke I served him his meal, and curtseyed calling him sir, asking if he would be needing me for anything else.

The afternoon went pretty well, the only difference being we had some outfits with shorter skirts that needed proper female shoes to look right, so when we had finished the long dresses we stopped for the day. I was in what was described as a 1930s evening gown, a straight skirt with a narrow waist and wide strap shoulders. It was tight and moved around my body sensually as I walked, I could feel the cool fabric on my arse with every move, and it felt so good I was reluctant to take it off, but not before I had played at being Tim's wife for a bit as I cooked us both a meal, and laid the table with candles and a bottle of wine, then after I had redone my lipstick went to drag him from the computer so he would eat the meal with me. I called him sweetheart, and he responded by calling dear, and making up silly conversation about how I was a film star and who I had meet.

After dinner I cleared away and Tim went back to listing the dresses, so I lingered in the dress some more till I could think of no other excuses and went to ask Tim's help in releasing me. As he pulled the zip down my back he commented how much fun the day had been, and how much I had enjoyed it. I agreed it had been great fun. But there was something he was not saying, and I was not sure if it was good or bad, but I wanted to go out to the pub and I needed to change for that, 1930s starlets don't happen into pubs very often to my knowledge.

Sunday and Tim had been out before I was up, and waiting on the table was a shoebox.

'I think they will be your size, try them on then I can take them back if they are wrong.'

In the box was a pair of silver high heel sandals, which proved to be my size, if not my normal style.

'This I assume means we are going to model the rest of the outfits'

'If you don't mind' he asked

Of course I did not mind, if it was as much fun as the day before I would be silly to refuse, and went to prepare myself. We did gangster moll, a flapper and Mary Poppins before lunch. For the afternoon we had some sixties styles and fifties dresses, the sixties were easier to change, but the narrow fifties waist with the full skirts were a bit more time consuming, but more fun.

Again I prepared dinner wearing a dress, this time a pink fifties rock chick outfit, and as I had teetered around on heels all day saw no reason to take them off just because the camera was not pointed at me. I did the same as Saturday evening with the table, and then after freshening my lipstick went to tell Tim his dinner was ready.

'Dinner is ready sweetheart'

Then I had a big surprise he replied casually 'Coming dear',

He walked past me let his hand stroke the waistband of the skirt. I said something like, oh.

'Well you look so nice, it makes a change to have beauty around here, just like to show I appreciate it.'

I was just coming to terms with being touched in a way I might touch a woman, but not a way I expected Tim to caress me, when somehow our hands caught, for a moment we looked at each other not knowing what to do. I said something like thank you, then to both our surprise I lent forward and kissed his cheek, playing along with this charade of me being a woman. Then reality reappeared and I broke the spell by suggesting the food was going cold, we went to sit but our fingers stayed touching for as long as we could, something had happened and we knew it, what we did not know was what to do next. We ate in silence, except to ask if he wanted more food or if his wine wanted a top up.

He then went back to his computer, and I cleaned up, knowing that I would soon be undressing, and still wondering about those touches. When I was done I went to ask for help with the blouse as it had a series of buttons up the back to fasten it. When he asked why, I explained how I had no reason to keep it on, now that the pretend joke wife had finished preparing his dinner.

'So if I refuse to undo the buttons you will have to stay in this outfit, wont you?'

I nodded 'Yes'

'Well, I think I shall just leave them buttoned' he smiled at me 'You seem to be enjoying the dressing up more than just putting them on for my pics, and you do look so good, I have decided that, not only do you not mind spending the evening dressed like this, but I also fancy having a woman about the place a little longer. Any objections?'

'Cant think of any right now' and I still have no idea why I did what I did next, but it took us by surprise. I lent forward and kissed gently on the cheek again.

'What was that for?' he asked

'A thank you' I replied but seemed a bit lame, so added 'it seemed right, did you mind?'

'No, I am flattered really, not many pretty women have kissed me lately, and I was unsure if we had done something wrong earlier.' He looked in my eye, 'we didn't did we?'

'I don't think so, it seemed right' with which we kissed on the lips.

We broke, 'I need to finish here' he stated, I also needed to go and do some thinking as well.

A while later I poured the remains of the wine into two glasses and took him one; I had redone the lipstick thinking about kissing again, not sure what might happen, but wanting that tingle I had felt before to happen again.

'I was wondering if you had finished yet' I asked as I put the wine down.

'Just done the black and white Biba dress, not sure about it but we shall see.'

'You've done enough for today, come and have a rest.' I suggested

He turned and smiled at me, 'Ok dear, if that is what my darling would like then who am I to refuse.' He slid a hand around my waist as he said it.

I bent over picked up his wine, kissed him on the cheek and told him there was a good programme on the TV he might like.

We ended up on the settee at first sat upright drinking the wine, then I pulled my feet under me, and he slid a hand onto my shoulder. Next I was leaning onto him as he caressed me. Then I moved and felt his hard on; I thought this through in my own mind. I had done this to him, did I want or like the implications, did he like it, more importantly, what would I do about it.

The programme ended, and he asked if I would move so he could get up, I asked why, he said he needed some relief, so I asked what sort of relief, he smiled and looked bashful.

'A pee, or something else?' I ventured, he blushed and kissed him on the lips. It had been nice cuddled up, but the kiss sent the tingles out again. The kiss got more passionate, and our hands more insistent on their holding, he ran a hand over my arse, so I ran one over his erection, which made him moan. So I slid the hand inside his trousers and tickled the head, he moaned again.

'Now I think a wife should relieve something like that, don't you agree' I said with a grin

He was unable to speak, partly because I had my mouth over his, but I think mostly from shock. I slowly undid his belt, then his fly, then ran a hand around his waist to help them drop, his boxers were useless at holding the erection down, so I stroked it making it twitch. When I whispered in his ear what would he like his wife to do next,

He muttered anything, so I sat him down and knelt before him, running my tongue along the veins of his penis. I could hear him moaning, so swallowed the head and sucked, then started bobbing up and down. He then took control as he grabbed my ears and held me firm as he started sliding himself in and out of my mouth, then he tensed and held me tighter, I knew what was coming, I had done it myself. He came hitting the back of my mouth and tongue. I expected it to be horrid, but with the passion it was just right, and found myself licking him clean.

I knelt with his shrinking penis in my mouth trying to sort out what had just happened. The taste still in my mouth was not unpleasant and reminded me of the passion, and pink costume reminded me of how I got here, and I had to accept I was happy with where I was, and gave the disappearing dick a lick and kiss just to let my emotions know this was very nice.

Tim recovered and still with his hands on the side of my head pulled me up so he could kiss my lips.

'My god, that was brilliant.' Then looked in my eyes 'How are you?'

'Oh alright, you did seem to enjoy yourself'

He pulled me back onto the settee and cuddled me in a very affectionate way.

'So what happens now?' I asked

'Well that depends how my girlfriend wants it to go, but for me I am quite happy having a woman about the place making nice meals and servicing me down there.'

'Thanks leave it up to me to decide.'

'Alright I would love to do this again, is that clear enough, but only if you want to.'

I kissed him on the neck, then got up to make a drink, the swish of the petticoats on my legs, and the heels of the shoes shouting at my senses not to give this up, accept the offer.

When I came back with the mugs he had dressed himself again. 'OK I would like to be the lady again, this has been a great weekend for me, and I fancy doing it again. But I shall need some clothes, unless you plan on keeping some of these?'

He left me comfortable with the idea of us playing man and wife the next weekend and that he would provide everything, as a husband should.

I spent the week avoiding Tim, it felt odd after Sunday evening to meet as a couple of blokes in the kitchen, and so we tried not to. I spent computer time reading about female things such as make up, clothes, shoes and hair. I also found recipes and bought some different foods. But this was quite different to what Tim was finding on the computer, and later in the week packets started arriving, so by Friday evening when I got home from work there was quite a pile.

Tim wanted to know if I wanted to have a look, but I had made plans in my head, Friday night I was going to depilate and moisturise, then maybe try a tanning cream I had bought. So come Saturday morning I could get straight into the role. Tim seemed fine with this, but did give me few packets to look at that evening.

As planned I cleared my body of hair, and managed to give my limbs a faint tan. Then I opened the packets, a set of finger nails, a nightie and a pair of false tits. I had not thought of this but I slid into the nightie, then read the nail instructions before applying them. Then I read about the tits and glued them to my chest, which gave the nightie a far better shape. To finish off I pulled the wig onto my head and went out to the kitchen to get a drink. The silk nightie was delicious as it wrapped around my hairless legs. In the kitchen I found Tim already making a drink, he offered me the vodka.

'You look fantastic already, I cant wait for tomorrow.'

'Some of it feels odd, but thanks for everything they make a big difference' and after a big drink I kissed him purposely on his lips. 'But it is late and I think I need to go to bed. See you in the morning' I emptied my glass and picked up a coke and left him.

I tried sleeping, but the new sensations of silk on bare skin, and long nails getting in the way, and tits pulling on my chest made it seem like I was awake all night.

In the morning I went to make breakfast for my 'husband'. Then sat eating as we discussed what we planned for the day. I was going to clean and tidy, so he decided to retreat to his room and get on the computer. But not before we had checked the packets.

He had bought enough underwear for a week, several colours of stockings, a straight black skirt, and a white full one. A plain white blouse, a pink satin one, and a cashmere off the shoulder top. I had one pair of shoes, but he had got black courts and white spike sandals. There was a make up starter pack and a few extra cosmetics. And an intriguing pair of pants.

I spent the whole morning in my room playing with all the new things. Then in time for lunch and suitably dressed I went to make his meal. I wore the white skirt as I felt it more casual with the pink blouse, but thought I would need far more shopping before I was happy with the combinations. White sandals, tan stockings and white underwear, a modest attempt at make up and my special apparattus that neatly hid my male bulge out of sight, made for the interim result.

Tim was pleased and said so; he did plenty of touching and kissed my neck several times as I made the meal. We chatted about the ebay clothes and their success, then about me a little. Finally I got up to clear things away, when he came behind me and hugs me, his erection was pressing on my arse, the sensation of felling this made me feel randy and thankful all this had worked. I turned to kiss and found him passionately excited, I was soon as excited as him and letting my hands massage his member. Soon he was asking me to suck him, and I was ready by then and quickly found my lips around his helmet and encouraging moans from his mouth, and ejaculations from his dick. Again I swallowed and thought how nice the sensation was as I got to my feet,

'My make up will be a mess now' I said in mock anger, 'and it is all your fault'

We ended up kissing again, but I did want to get back to playing with make up and things.

Come the evening I had worn all the clothes, tried several make up colours and asked Tim's opinion, so when I started the dinner I was in the straight skirt with the of the shoulder top, the first sandals and what I thought was perfect make up.

We had a lovely risotto, with a nice wine, followed with a mousse and fruit. We took our time, and as I walked about I did my best to look sexy as I wiggled about the room, and tried to let the top gape at the front showing my new fake cleavage.

As we settled down with another bottle of wine things got close and intimate, the price for all these new clothes was servicing Tim, not a problem in that, but I knew it was time to make sure my man was happy. And once again I had a mouthful of semen to savour before clearing the taste with some wine and going back to being cuddled.

Tim had plans though, and the time ticked by and the TV programmes less interesting, I suggested I would go to bed. Tim responded by telling me to go and get ready for bed while he makes us a nightcap. Ok I thought and went to undress and slip into the nightie. When I come out to get my nightcap, Tim calls me from his room.

'It's in here'

I look in his room to see him on his bed getting undressed, with the two glasses by his bed, he passes me one and picks up the other for himself. I rarely go into Tim's room and felt awkward not knowing if I should leave or what, when he smiles and with a caressing hand invites me to sit beside him. This close position restarts the cuddling, then the kissing and as the drinks are put aside and a horizontal position is taken up I find Tim on top of me, and pressing his erection into my belly.

'I feel this has all been about my pleasure, I would like to make you cum as well if you want' he whispered in my ear.

'And what do you have in mind, my dick is pretty well hidden' anyway I thought I did not want to ruin the illusion of femininity by producing a male erection of my own.

'If you will trust me, I would like to have sex with you'

It took a moment to sink in, he wanted to bugger me, but we were getting really hot and the emotions were high. 'Yes we could try it, I trust you know what to do' I paused 'Silly question really, what do you want me to do?'

First we removed the fancy thong that was holding my penis tight, and then he massaged some cream into my arse as I lay on my back all the time holding his erection. The massaging gave me an idea of what was to come when I turned over and pushed my arse into the air to let him start trying to get inside me. At first I was ok, but then I bite the pillow as I felt him push deeper, I was trying to relax and could hear and feel him working hard as he slid in and out, going a little deeper every time. I might have been in pain, but somewhere in my brain was something telling me this felt good and as he got further in and slid more easily, that little voice was saying, ohhhh great.

And then he came, he continued for a bit, but the stiffness died, and I wanted him to get back inside and pleasure me some more.

Once we had collapsed and pulled the duvet over us, he asked if I had liked it.

'Different, you enjoyed yourself I take it.'

'Oh yes, best fuck ever possibly, with best looking woman ever. Oh yes I enjoyed you' he paused 'you should be able to have an orgasm yourself, you know'

I looked at him puzzled, 'Should I? And how do you know?'

He explained how he had been reading gay and cross dressing sites which had taught him about what to buy and more importantly for the current situation, how to have sex with me. I tried to explain how I felt, but was not sure if that feeling of pleasure would result in a climax. Anyway we were both knackered and for the first time I fell asleep in his arms, in his bed.

I woke with the morning light, and after getting my bearings in the strange situation; I felt I ought to go to the bathroom. I was a mess, the make up all smeared over my face, his semen had leaked from my arse, and my semen had dribbled from my own penis, the wig was terrible, I would need hours to look good again. The nightie went in the wash and I went in the shower. It was not long before I was dry, clean with a brushed out wig on my head, wrapped in my male dressing gown. Now ready for breakfast was almost ready to be the woman again. I found Tim making toast and coffee, after a greeting kiss.

'Good morning lover, and how are you today?' he asked

'Coming round, is they're some for me there?'

'Depends what you want?'

'Toast, silly'

'Oh I thought you might have wanted something else?'

'Not yet, let me get up properly.'

I spent the morning tidying and cleaning, then over lunch we discussed what Tim had found on the internet a bit more, which lead to us looking at sites together, in particular sites on fashion so we could agree on what sort of woman I should look like. Not surprisingly for two blokes the tartier look was popular, but I knew that whatever I sounded enthusiastic over I would possibly end up wearing when Tim had purchased it for me.

That evening we slept together, only this time I cleansed my face first, then enjoyed the sensations of having him inside me again, before falling asleep together.

Monday and back to work was a sharp shock to our fantasy as I reverted back to my smart casual work clothes. And again in the evenings we were avoiding one another. But I felt it was not long till Friday. It was not long, but there was enough time to learn how to file my nails, pluck stray eyebrow hairs, shave pubic areas, and get a butt plug inserted. It was also enough for Tim to do some shopping, so that come Friday I knew he would produce them for our enjoyment.

The weekend started on Friday the moment I walked in the door. I was home early and striped by the door and was soon transforming myself, additions such as tits and nails glued on, underwear and makeup sorted next, the white skirt and off the shoulder top, things went well and just in time to greet Tim at the door. I got a really big smile for my efforts, and helped him into the house with a few bags of shopping.

'You started without me, I see'

'No just wanting to get the weekend started, hope you don't mind'

'No not at all, I have a few extras for you here'

'I see can I have a look?'

We opened the bags up, and he produced a few more from his room, he had bought enough clothes for a week, along with more make up and a few little extras a genetic woman might not ever want. I was excited by the clothes and went to change into a black halter mini dress that did not cover the stockings so I took them off. There was also a contraption for holding a penis back that after a little experimenting I worked out how to fit, and was pleased to see only a dark hairy front with no penis, ready to be covered with the flimsiest knickers I could find. So with only a dress, knickers and high heels on I went to see what Tim thought. We just hugged and kissed, the wife was back.

After dinner we went into Tim's room where he undid the halter's clasp and let it fall to the floor, his expression was priceless, I was stood in sexy heels and see through panties with no bra (the dress had supported the tits). He could hardly wait to get his pants down and massage some cream into my hole. The butt plug had done its work; I was less tight and could enjoy his actions better.

The next morning was better as well; I had put a tampon in my arse and slipped a pair of knickers on as well as cleaning the make up off before going back to cuddling up next to Tim, slowly cleaning him up with a towel then sucking him off to leave the taste of his semen in my mouth overnight.

The weekend was easier, I knew more about transforming myself by now, and was getting increasingly comfortable in skirts, and all the add on extras. I did the housework, cooked meals and at night shared a bed with Tim, who was getting more sex than either of us had had for years, but in a weekend.

Sunday was special though, I had cooked another nice meal, we had watched a sexy DVD and then on the living room floor Tim made me lie on my back and put legs up high, then with my skirt pushed up around my waist, with the thong of my knickers pulled aside, he entered me and started to fuck, it was still uncomfortable but being able to kiss was a big bonus. But the real delight was that feeling inside that always said how nice this was, started getting more excited and screaming how good it was until I came with a shuddering spasm. I guess Tim came because I was full of semen but that was not the real point anymore, I had become somehow different, I felt complete.

Once again Monday was an early start ungluing the extras, then spending the week pretending the weekend had not happened as we hardly spoke. A far cry for our weekend relationships.

I was becoming more involved in my feminine side, and spent evenings studying and trying new techniques for the make up. Come Friday morning I went to work, with pink toe nails, a depilated and well moisturised skin, my penis already stuck out of the way and encased in panties, part ready for when I got home later that day.

The weekend saw the same fantasy played out, I strutted around looking sexy doing the wife part, Tim doing the randy husband bit, as he made sure I came again.

This worked for a month or so, but we had not been out in all that time, then Tim came in one Friday saying he had meet some friends at work who wanted him to go with them, he tried to get out of it by saying he had a new shy girlfriend, they said fine bring her along, some of the partners were going as well. He said he would try.

He told me the tale and I could see he wanted to go, and told him to go alone, I would watch a chick flick here.

He did go alone, but both of us spent the evening independently thinking it was going to get dull if I did not go out. And so my feminisation moved on.

On the Internet Tim had found a dressing service, and after a short call on the Saturday morning, an appointment was set up for mid afternoon. I sneaked out of the house in male outer clothes and a bag of what I wanted to wear. The lady at the shop was full of praise when she realised I had everything already right down to looking good naked. She taught me lots of tips on make up, how to walk in heels, what to do with my hands and head and most difficult for me, how to make my voice softer. We got on fine and soon the session was over, I promised to return for her beard removal treatment, and more tips on being a woman.

Tim came to pick me up as I was not going to drive home on my own, he was always pleased to see me changed, but I could tell he liked this version of me, a long flowing skirt, with a tight top and short jacket. This was to be my first time in the open dressed, and I was getting nervous. Linda, told me not to worry I looked fantastic, Tim agreed and said he something special planned, and something just clicked as he looked at me, I was the wife and should do what he wants because being a man he knows best. I knew this to be rubbish but for that moment I felt like a total submissive, I had felt it a little before like when he refused to undo the fifties costume, but this was a complete submission and it worked. I walked out the door feeling he was going to look after me and show me a good time that evening. I took his hand and gave him my bag, and was lead to the car. Linda smiling at us as we left.

The evening was full of new experiences, but all enjoyable in some way, we ate at a nice café in town, went to a gay bar, then a club we had been told about and danced for the first time in years. I was chatted to by other folk, mostly the cross dressers in the bar and club, at first I was shocked they knew I was a man, but they told me they had good radar for spotting their kind. I got a few contacts out of it as well, and promised to come out again. The bedtime was excellent as well, maybe being pumped up with the whole experience, but I just let Tim do whatever to me. First he had me over the arm of the settee, and then once he had recovered and I had got ready for bed he had me again, and then asked me to blow him. He knew he was in charge and enjoyed controlling me in the bedroom.

Things did change after that, I visited Linda every week for laser treatment on my beard, she also started to thin my eyebrows a little at a time. I would wear panties and keep my penis taped away most of the time. My nails became longer. My uncut hair was getting longer and needing a cut but felt wrong about having it short. We also went out at least once on a weekend to the bars we found through the friends we made. But most telling was when Tim accepted an invitation to a work party and he just told me were going, no discussion, he was in charge and I would go. I asked if I could go to Linda's for a make over, and a new dress to which he agreed. I thought after how girlie, I just do as I am told and feel I should have a new dress and that is fine, where was the man in me now.

I bought a nice conservative black and white dress with white heels, Tim bought me a new wig that was longer and more full than the other, and it fastened to my head so well it took a really good pull to make it move unless you undid it correctly.

The evening had me very nervous, I could screw up things for both of us if I was found out by his work colleagues, but Linda helped with special care over the make up, and checked everything about me. It had been explained how I was shy and nervous, so people allowed me to stay by Tim's arm and not say much really, but as the alcohol took effect I fell into conversation with some of the other women then a few men. It was mentioned more than once that Tim had been considered gay because of his lack of girlfriends, but they were happy to see he had found himself a partner at last. I just wondered how homophobic they were, but felt it best not to find out.

It was late when the taxi dropped us off, and for the first time ever we just went to sleep without sex, a reflection of how draining the evening had been on me.

Next morning Tim made breakfast and told me how wonderful I had been, and when he had been to collect his car, came back with more tales of how I had won over the party to believing I was his girlfriend. And as I stood there looking like his girlfriend who was I to argue with his comments.

Things were changing, nothing happened together but with hindsight it was obvious where I was going.

With they're being no need to shave anymore my face looked more feminine than before and needed less make up, which was nice. But the thinner eyebrows I now had emphasised the feminine.

When I damaged a pair of work trousers I replaced them with some fitted jeans style that had a flared leg and a flat front, which with my penis out of the way I thought looked good as well as being comfortable.

My hair reached the bottom of my ears, and I was constantly tucking it behind my ears, and it was getting harder to hide under a wig, so Linda made me go to a salon and have a trim, I was not sure what to expect, but asked for something I could wear as a man, so Linda set it up with her friend and explained how it should be cut. I ended up with it very feathered and spiky, hardly a macho cut but in today's styles possibly acceptable. But when blow-dried and gelled up it was definitely a woman's cut.

Then there was the time I got my ears pierced, Tim had decided we could go out shopping for everyday things together, and one day while passing a jewellers he paused and commented how nice ear rings are. I told him I would wear the clip-on more often if he likes them, but as he looked at the jewellers he was amazed at the wide choice. I knew what was coming; he persuaded me after some resistance on my part, I still had to go about as a man for work purposes. But he was sure no one would mind, at least not after I had had my hair styled. I gave in, had studs inserted and took the cleanser home to stop infections. And he was right no one made a bad comment, there were comments, but they were just that.

About the time my holes had healed up nicely and were ready to take more decorative jewellery I went to have my hair trimmed at the salon, this time I went in as a woman and as Linda's friend fussed around me I found myself agreeing to having some colouring, nothing wild, just something to add a richness I was told. Well after several washes and liquids rubbed into my scalp, then gelled and dried, I had to admit I did like the result, I was lighter and there was more shine. This was followed a month later when the darker roots started to show with the tips only being coloured, which made the spikiness more pronounced.

Of an evening I was finding it quite easy to brush my hair up, put in some nice earrings, add lipstick, change my top, I might not change my trousers if I had on the flares and finally slip on some heels, ready for Tim coming home, which by midweek he always appreciated.

Things had got so feminine in my looks I got teased at work, and I had my name femininised to Paula by the closer friends then by a wider circle till everyone was calling me it. Janet who sat near me one Monday morning came up close and asked if she could smell 'obsession'. It was the one I had worn on Sunday and stunned for a moment as I tried to come up with a good answer, I gave it away with that pause and my blushing cheeks, she smiled and said it is a good one. My first definite lapse, and being found out. After that she sat with me at the canteen and gently picked up my fingers before commenting how well I kept my nails, especially she said the coat of polish to protect them. I felt rumbled but she asked no more and seemed happy just to know that she was right about her observations.

A big change came when the company wanted people to do home working, I was mostly answering customer queries and sat at a computer all day, so I was ideal to do it and free up office space. At first it was an experimental day a week, it worked so it went to four days with one day for meeting the rest of the team for updates and training.

When I told Tim we both knew what this would mean, I only need be Paul one day a week; in a way I was going to pretend to be a man for that day when I had a flat chest and wore my buttons the wrong way round. Who would have guessed how my life had changed over the past months to get to a position where I would consider dressing up as a man to be something odd.

  

  

  

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