Hotel Sweet
by Julie
I enjoyed going on business trips. It was the one time I could indulge my favorite hobby. You see I enjoy dressing in pretty dresses and lovely feminine lingerie. Trouble is ... I was born a male. I could never quite bring myself to tell anyone of my desires, ... not even my wife. So, my trips out of town afforded me the opportunity to enjoy pretty, feminine clothes.
On this trip I was returning to New Orleans, one of my favorite places. I reserved a room at the Hotel Dauphine on Dauphine Street, one block from Bourbon. It wasn't the River Marriott, but an elegantly comfortable hotel just the same.
I was able to get away a little early after my meeting, and arrived at my hotel at 3 PM and could hardly wait for the privacy of my room. I quickly undressed, and ran the bath water. I just love those little baskets the nicer hotels leave on the sink counter. This one held a sweet smelling shampoo, conditioner, and a light scented hand and body lotion. I poured bubble bath into the tub along with a sweet, feminine bath oil. I shaved close as the steamy bubbles built in the tub, and then I stepped in, knowing I would soon be clean, sweet, and fresh for the silky, lace lavished lingerie that awaited. I enjoyed the bubbles as I bathed, looked at my legs. I wished I could shave them; but how would I explain that to my wife? Oh well... I shampooed my hair, and used all of the conditioner. I was smiling with anticipation as I stepped out of the tub. I patted myself dry with the thick towel, and lotioned myself from my face to my toes. I thought briefly about painting them a nice pink, but I was too anxious to dress. I smoothed a light powder over my still glowing skin, and excitedly picked up my new panties. They were white with lace panels and a ribbon bow. They felt, and looked so silky and pretty, and I was tingling as I pulled them on. I looked over at the white lacy bra next. It was so totally feminine, and it felt heavenly as I slid it up my arms; and I felt so girlish fastening the hooks in back. The cups were slightly padded, and already gave me something of a feminine shape before I slipped the breast forms in. I opened a new package of pantyhose, and rolled them down and coaxed them up my legs. My breaths were quicker now as I picked up the white panty girdle. I was thin and wore a size 6, and didn't need a heavy girdle, so this was a lighter version with tiny pink flowers and white ribbons over the garters. It was a teen version for holding silky nylons primarily, with just a little constriction for shape control. I fumbled with the new silky brown nylons next. I needed to wear pantyhose and stockings together to hide the hair on my legs. Although my legs weren't hairy like some men, they were not smooth and hairless like a girl's either. I slipped the filmy nylon onto the garters, and stood looking in the mirror at the darker brown bands with the shiny white ribbons dangling over the tops. What a feminine sight! Next was a full slip. I lifted it from the top of the dresser by the shiny ribbon straps. The bodice was beautifully laced, as was the hem; and it felt so silky and luxurious in my fingers. I tingled in anticipation at its smooth silkiness next to my body, and watched in the mirror as the fluid white nylon and delicate lace drifted down over my body until the pretty lace barely covered my nylon tops. I fitted a sandy blonde wig over my own hair next, and the curls tickled my neck and shoulders. I had to stop for a moment, and feel the smoothness of the nylon, and the femininity of it all as my hand slid over my silky girlish bosom and down the length of the sensuous, slippery slip.
I stepped into 2 1/2 inch heels next, and turned as I admired the girl in the mirror. My dress was next, and I slipped the pastel yellow, cream and peach dress over my head. It had a faint, delicate floral print to it with embroidered lace edges on the white V-necked lapel and cuffs. The material was a smooth, light, fluid knit that clung to my enhanced curves, and then flowed into a full swingy skirt to just above my knees. I fastened a single strand of pearls around my neck before sitting down to paint my nails. I spread my skirt out as I sat at the table, and began brushing the peachy pink polish over my fake nails. I posed and preened in front of the mirror as my nails dried. I then applied a small amount of liquid foundation to my face followed by a little blusher applied to my cheeks with a wispy brush. Next I put on mascara, followed by sunset pink lipstick, and finally light Cornsilk face powder from my compact. Oh, I looked so girlie and feminine patting my nose with the puff. I slipped the cosmetics back into my white purse with the gold clasp where I kept them packed for trips such as this. I stood with my purse in front of the mirror then, posing femininely with the purse dangling from my crooked arm..... Damn! I looked pretty good! ... I was too chicken to go out in public, but I thought I could pass .... if only ... my voice .... I didn't think my voice was feminine enough ... Brenda Viccaro notwithstanding.... I had thought of it often when I looked this good ... but I knew I'd never muster the courage.
I stood, admiring my refection; when I was startled by a loud noise a fire alarm!! ... O M G ! ! ! My heart was pounding to the point I could see it vibrating my chest! I froze for a second as I heard a commotion in the hall ... and people yelling. I heard someone yell to use the stairs, not the elevators.... and then someone knocked hard at my door yelling fire ... but thankfully they continued on down the hall. I was quite scared and panicked! It was going to take 10 minutes ... MINIMUM to be presentably male again. What if there really was a fire? .... I had to at least stick my head out the door to see if there was smoke or some indication of disaster. So I opened the door a crack, and carefully peered out.
"Come on Maa'm", a hotel employee called from across the hall.
"Use the stairs ...' not the elevator." He directed.
OH GOD !!
I was startled for a second, and then raised my hand to indicate I needed a moment. ... I was definitely stuck now! I was going to HAVE to leave my room now. I grabbed my room keys, and had the presence to stuff my wallet into my purse.... just in case. I looked in the mirror to check my appearance. Oh GOD ! I was going to HAVE to pass for a girl now! I nervously and carefully walked out of my room in heels, and shut the door behind me. The sound of the lock clicking in place markedly punctuating my embarking into the outside world as "Barbie"! The man held the door to the stairway for me, still yelling for everyone to get out.
I had never navigated stairs in high heels before, and held onto the railing as I slowly descended the stairs, my heels clicking on each step. Oh God ! ... Oh God ! ... Oh God ! ... Here I am out in public dressed as a woman! Several people passed me going down the stairs, including three children whose mother yelled after them to watch out for the lady. It took me a moment to realize the "lady" was me. ... Fortunately I was only on the third floor.
My heels also clicked on the pavement outside as I carefully made my way over the concrete, and across the street to stand with the 40 or 50 others. I had fortunately practiced walking in the heels, and was deliberate in taking short steps with my feet close together. I carried my purse in one hand by the short strap, and the other was straight down at my side with my wrist bent outward. I noticed several men and a couple of women look me up and down as I approached. ... I was so scared! Please... please let me pass for a woman!
I turned to face the Hotel like most everyone else, looking for evidence of smoke or fire. I listened intently for any off-handed comments about my appearance. Had anyone any suspicions I was a man? But all I heard were their questions concerning the emergency. No one seemed to know much and there was murmuring of a false alarm. We would still have to await official word, however.
I was very paranoid of how I stood. Was I standing enough like a woman? ... Oh God ! ... Oh God !
It was several minutes later when I noticed a woman looking at me, and then start toward me. Oh God ! What if she speaks to me? I'll have to talk. I had no confidence in my voice at all. It was sure to give me away.
"Hi, I love your dress." She said, smiling.
She was in her late twenties or early thirties, close to my age, and quite attractive, and attractively dressed herself in a soft white blouse with a tangerine skirt and jacket.
I smiled.
"Thank you", I replied, raising my voice an octave, and barely above a whisper.
"It's very stylish. I love the detail."
I felt myself blush; and I just smiled back at her.
"Are you staying here alone?" She inquired.
I nodded.
"Yes, so am I. I'm here for the beauty products convention. Are you here for it too by chance?"
"No", I answered.
"Business?" She again inquired.
"Yes", a replied, saving my voice as much as possible.
"My name is Christine." She said, holding out her hand.
"Barbie", I replied, taking her hand and giving it a soft squeeze, not an up and down handshake like a man.
She had nice, soft, well-manicured hands.
Christine looked at me a little funny, probably because of my soft... and abrupt answers.
"Nice to meet you Christine. I like your suit as well. You have exquisite taste." I cooed softly, somewhat squeakily, forcing out a more kindly, feminine banter.
"Oh thank you. So do you. Ummm Are you doing anything for dinner? I hate eating out alone ... don't you? Everyone looks at you strangely, and I feel so uneasy and out of place. It's hard for us women to go out alone."
I smiled and nodded.
"Good ... What kind of food do you like?" She eagerly asked.
"Umm ...' Italian .. .. ... ' French." I replied softly, still conserving my words.
"OH ! There is a wonderful French restaurant up the street. It's called 'Le Che Minuette'. Have you been there? They have marvelous beef bourguignon and dessert crepes!" She exclaimed.
I shook my head.
"We'll have to go have dinner there. Why don't we go now? ... Who knows when they will allow us back in our rooms. It's better than standing here." She enthused.
I was apprehensive, but it sounded logical; besides, what if some of the hotel staff decides to ask us questions and tries to verify who was here and who might be asleep in their rooms or something? And my feet were already getting tired of standing on the cement in these heels.
"Ok", I smiled, hiding my fear and anxiety.
Christine smiled brightly as we headed up the street. She told me all about the convention at the Super Dome, and about her job. She was an assistant VP with Burdettes, a department store chain. I smiled and nodded mostly, very conscious of how I walked, gestured, and carried myself.
The restaurant was a little further than she thought, and we had to cross Bourbon Street; but we finally arrived; and there was just a short wait for a table.
Christine suggested a glass of wine or a cocktail at the bar. As it happened they had a special on "Hurricanes" a New Orleans specialty, so we each ordered one. We got our share of attention as we sat, with several men giving us the once over. The bartender and one nice looking gentleman complimented us on what attractive ladies we were. We both smiled, blushed, and thanked them.
Our table was soon available, and the waiter took our drinks to our table. I was very conscious how I sat, and was extra aware to be dainty and feminine.
I took Christine's advice and had the beef bourguignon, while she had chicken smothered in a mushroom and clam sauce. They both were delicious. Unfortunately neither of us had room for dessert. I suddenly panicked when the bill came. I had money, but it was in a MAN'S wallet in my purse. I turned red, and was about to excuse myself to use the ladies room where I could extract the money in private, when Christine spoke up saying it was her treat, and refused to hear otherwise. That was very nice of her, and I found myself feeling even more feminine having someone treat me to dinner.... even if it was a woman.
Christine suggested we use the ladies room, and I agreed; and we both remarked how attractive the women's room was decorated with gala foil wallpaper and gold fixtures. I went into the stall next to Christine. I spent extra time making sure everything was properly in place, and then came out to take my place next to her at the sinks as we both freshened our lipstick and primped.
We said goodbye to a smiling staff and headed back for our hotel.
We turned left onto Bourbon Street! It was nearly 8 o'clock and the crowds were just beginning to gather. We strolled along the street, attracting some smiles and looks as well as an occasional whistle and remark, when we came upon "The Velvet Chameleon", a female impersonation bar! ... I was nervous and very apprehensive. I thought I had gotten away with my charade so far, but surely "they" would spot me if Christine dragged me in there, not that I didn't find the idea titillating!
"Isn't that something?" Christine squealed.
"Can you believe they are guys?" Pointing at the picture display of the impersonators. "God, ... they are pretty!" She giggled enthusiastically. "Look at her! ... er ... I mean him!"
I smiled on the outside, but was twisted and conflicted on the inside. I loved that she found it interesting and exciting, but this was also dangerously close for me.
We peered inside, but it was kind of quiet, ... between performances I guess.
Christine grabbed my arm again, and we started off down the street.
"How about we stop for a drink on the way?" She asked, smiling.
"Sure, but I pay for them at least." I squeakily replied.
She laughed.
Just down the street we came upon a corner bar where a four member band was playing Zydeco ... Cajun music. The atmosphere seemed light and happy, and just drew us in.
We quickly attracted the attention of the men as we walked in. We took a seat at the bar as the tables were all taken, even though we got an invitation to join four men, ... which we declined. It was awkward sitting on a bar stool in a dress, and I understood women's preference for a table. We ordered two hurricanes; and I slipped a twenty dollar bill out pf my purse to pay for them; but the bartender said the gentlemen at the table had all ready paid for our drinks. We smiled and thanked them. Christine did all the talking. I wasn't about to raise my voice to be heard over the band, and she couldn't hear my faint, feminine voice. We enjoyed the music and atmosphere for about 45 minutes; but then we decided it was time to continue on back to our hotel. We left amid protests for us to stay.
Thirty feet off Bourbon Street and the crowds soon dissipated until the street echoed with our heels clicking on the sidewalk. I suddenly felt vulnerable, much more so than among the crowds. I understood why women did not like going out alone. I was apprehensive enough now with Christine beside me, and my apprehension grew as we turned the corner, and saw three young men coming toward us on the empty street. We crossed over, as the men whistled and called out to us. Christine clutched my arm as we stepped up our pace just a little; and the men stopped and watched from across the street as we walked bye, and made comments about our feminine charms.
The Hotel looked completely normal as we entered the lobby. I guess it WAS just a false alarm. We rode the elevator, smiling and giggling a little at our outing, and our relief as we let go of our imagined girlish fears. Christine's room was just down the hall from mine; and we got off the elevator together.
"Come on down to my room for a drink Barbie. You can pick out some cosmetics for yourself. I have tons of samples." Christine pleaded.
I smiled and nodded. That sounded nice.
Christine poured both of us a glass of wine before she slipped into her bathroom.
"Check out the cosmetics in the alligator case Barbie... Take anything you like ... as much as you want." She called.
I found the fancy alligator briefcase, and opened it. It was absolutely full of cosmetics, both loose and bundled in sets. There were lipsticks, blushers, eyeliners, and all sorts of facial cleansers and lotions. I was happily looking through all the feminine treasures when Christine came out ... in just her bra and skirt. I was a little startled, and then couldn't stop my eyes from focusing on her chest.
"I got a spot on my blouse and had to rinse it out before it set." She explained.
"Uh ... yes .'.. good idea." I stammered nervously. "Um ... that's a pretty bra."
"Thank you Barbie dear, it's my favorite. It's a Bali, and quite comfortable for an underwire. ... Do you have a favorite bra?" She inquired, smiling.
"I ... uh ... um ... yes ... a ... uh ... satin striped Bestform. ... I .. uh ... I'm wearing it." I stammered, trying to gain my thoughts and composure.
"I'll bet it's pretty too. May I see?" Christine cooed.
My dress had two buttons to allow more or less dιcolletage, and I unbuttoned them ... unthinkingly ... as I wore a full slip. I opened my dress to reveal my lacy slip bodice. I blushed.
"Oh, ' pretty slip, Barbie. I can't see much of your bra though." She giggled. "You can slip your dress off if you like."
"I ... uh ... I don't think ... uh that's ...." I stammered red-faced again.
"It's ok Barbie ... sweetie. I know your secret." She said, coming closer with a broad smile.
"Wha ... what ... secret...?" I asked, my face going completely white... and then scarlet.
"You would be a major hit at 'The Velvet Chameleon'. You are every bit as pretty as any of them." She commented softly, reaching out to tenderly touch my shoulder.
My legs felt like rubber. I was so embarrassed.
"Now, ... may I see your pretty bra?" She asked.
I nodded, and slipped the dress over my shoulders, letting it fall to the carpet.
"Mmm such a lovely, feminine full slip, Barbie."
Christine pushed one slip strap off my shoulder as I pushed the other. My slip followed my dress in a puddle around my ankles.
"OH! You look so adorable!" She squealed, looking at me standing there in bra, girdle and gartered nylons.
I felt so totally weak, vulnerable, embarrassed, and so .... excited! My right hand slid up over my bra while my left hand migrated over in front of my flowered "teen" girdle and my ribboned garters.
"Oh that's so sweet! You look like a shy schoolgirl! Awww.." She commented softly.
"How ... when did you know..' ?" I questioned.
"Oh, ' right away, sweetie." She giggled.
"What ... uh .... er... how?" I asked.
"Well ... your double stockings were a major clue, ... but then you could be hiding a scar ... or varicose veins. It was several things. You were impeccably dressed ... except you wore no earrings ... or perfume, and I thought I got just a whiff of shave cream; and then of course your breathless voice was the clincher. I was fascinated right then."
"Now let's look at you, honey. .... Yes, you look so sweet in your pretty, feminine lingerie. That is a pretty bra." She cooed, looking me up and down, her finger gently exploring the lacy details of my bra.
"Let's see.... Let's try another shade of lipstick on you... shall we?" She suggested.
She looked through the many sample lipsticks and held up two to me before applying a deep rose color over my lips.
"Did you find some nice cosmetics to take with you? ... We'll have to go through them and pick some out for you. Would you like that?"
I nodded.
"There ... now blot." She said as she finished.
She turned me toward the mirror.
"You look luscious." She whispered, and then kissed me full on the lips ... deeply.
I felt her tongue slip into my mouth, and playfully dance, sending powerful ripples through me until I could barely stand the strain of my girdle. ... She came up for air, smiling, before leading me by the hand over to her bed. I sat on the edge and watched as her slender, rosebud fingertips danced nimbly over the ribbons and garters as she undid them one by one, and slowly peeled my nylons off. She nimbly removed my girdle and pantyhose next, and she smiled at my lace and ribboned panties .... and my straining maleness. I was on fire, and yet melted like butter to her touch.
"Very pretty", she cooed as she slipped the smooth, lacy nylon from my hips.
My whole body seemed to shudder.
"Would you like to undo my bra for me, Barbie?" She asked playfully.
I sat up, my upper arms brushing over my own pretty bra cups as I reached out to unhook her bra, suddenly anxious to see her what treasures those pretty cups held; ...but she didn't turn around.
"Would you help me with my skirt too?" She added.
I unzipped her skirt, and undid the button at her waist, ... and watched as she stepped out of it. She wore a very pretty half-slip, scalloped in generous lace with a lacy kick pleat slit in the back. I ran my hand over her silky, firm posterior, tracing her unmistakably feminine curves. She looked over her shoulder.
"..'my slip too please." She requested.
I obliged pulling the slip from her hips.
She quickly rolled her pantyhose off her slender legs, and turned...
The sight of her pastel blue panties with a white lace front panel accented by a cute white ribbon bow right at my eye level took my breath away; .... and I nearly fainted as I looked up at her perky, pointed breasts with their dark, erect nipples.
"Do you like my panties?" She asked coyly.
"Oh yes! They are so pretty, ... and so are you... You are lovely." I whispered softly, my hands ever so gently exploring her dark-tipped, alabaster tear drop shaped pendulums.
"..' such a pretty bra." Christine teased, her rosy fingertips gliding over the edge of my bra.
"Thanks", I said, blushing.
Her pretty almond fingertip traced down over my ribs, across my pelvis and was joined by two more slender, rose tipped digits around the wood-hard pole. I watched as it disappeared into her beautiful red lips...
Everything exploded into a kaleidoscope of color.
I watched as Christine slowly lowered those dainty panties, ... and I explored her sensuously warm femininity with my own red lips ... before I welcomed her onto my lap as she straddled me.
"Oh pretty Barbie ... she moaned."
An hour later we were lying together with me still gently fondling her perfectly shaped breasts.
"You make a delightful girl, Barbie." She giggled.
I blushed.
"Come, let's see what goodies we can find for you among my samples." Christine cooed.
First we went into her bath where we helped each other freshen up with a warm soapy washcloth. It was pleasant, and playful. Christine removed my makeup with one of her cream cleansers followed by a facial scrub, before pulling me out of her bath.
She held out her pretty, lace trimmed, blue panties for me to step into, and she pulled them up. I then worked my pantyhose up my legs, and then slipped my teen girdle on, to giggles from Christine. Christine handed me my silky stockings, commenting on how femininely sheer they were. She watched as I drew them up my legs, and efficiently attached them to the garters.
"Your slip is lovely." She commented as she held it up before helping slip it over my head.
Christine held my dress up to herself, admiring it, before helping me into it. I slipped on my heels, and turned for her. Christine smiled, and held out her hand.
"Come here, and we'll fix you're makeup." She purred.
Christine pulled out several items from her case, and had me sit while she began with a moisturizer, followed by a liquid foundation ... and then eyeliner ... eye shadow ... eyebrow pencil.... mascara ... blusher ... powder.... lip liner ... and finally she smoothed passion red lipstick over my lips.
"There", she announced, holding up a mirror. "What do you think?"
"Wonderful", I replied.
I looked almost professionally made up with my lips looking like fresh, dewy rose petals.
"Oh Barbie ... you look so pretty and so feminine." She gushed.
I blushed.
Christine poured us another glass of wine, and we sat and talked. We talked about how I came to dress in girl's and then woman's clothes; ... and then we talked about fashion in general, and makeup. Christine sorted through the cosmetics and picked out lots of things for me, including some lipsticks and blushers she thought would look good on me.
We kissed and hugged before saying goodnight, and laughed as our breasts mooshed together.
"Good night Barbie honey. I'll see you tomorrow. We can have breakfast downstairs, and decide where to go tomorrow evening. Maybe we can fit in a little clothes shopping after dinner." Christine sighed sweetly.
I walked down the hall with my arms full of cosmetics, a little unsettled about agreeing to meet her as Barbie for breakfast. I'd have to get up early, and change afterwards for my business meeting, and change back into Barbie in the afternoon ... but then ... there was another pleasant evening with Christine to look forward to.
I quickly removed my dress, down to my bra and panties, and washed up. I didn't do a real thorough job of removing my makeup, as I figured I'd have to redo it in less than 7 hours anyway. I slipped into my light pink and cream knee length nightie over my bra and panties, and slipped between the cool, crisp sheets. I smoothed the long ribbons of the cream colored satin bow over my chest and stomach, and fingered the pretty lace of the bodice before drifting off to sleep.
My alarm went off at 6 AM, and I hit the snooze, and laid there wondering why I had agreed to breakfast as Barbie. It was going to cost me an hour's sleep. When the alarm went off the second time I groaned and slid out of bed, but smiled at the feel and sight of the silky nightie, and the cute bumps at my chest.
I ran the bath as I shaved what little growth I had. As a man I usually showered, but Barbie deserved a nice feminine bath. When I lept from the bath I quickly lotioned and powdered before selecting a pair of black lace-trimmed panties, and a black lace-cupped bra.
It felt nice as I clasped the bra strap in back, and then lifted a short, silky, black full slip. The shiny ribbon straps fell neatly over my bra straps, and the hem swung just a few inches below my panties. I pulled on a pair of black pantyhose, and then gently worked a second pair over the first. Next I slid a pair of silky black, loose fitting tap panties with two-inch wide lace at the legs. These would protect my modesty, as my black knit dress was short, a good 5 inches above my knees and barely covering my slip. One wrong move and someone would get a good look at my pretty tap panties instead of a bulge in my pantyhose. It was 7 o'clock as I struggled to zip the dress in back. I slipped into my black pumps, and hurriedly applied liquid foundation, blusher, mascara, and lipstick before pulling my wig on and giving it a few strokes with a comb.
I felt strangely anxious as I pulled my door shut. Even though I had passed last evening, it was still new to me to be out dressed as a woman. I arrived at the breakfast area downstairs at 7:07, and was getting coffee when Christine appeared.
"Hi Barbie, don't you look nice hon."
"Uh thank you", I replied a little nervous.
We both got coffee, and I selected some fruit, while Christine got juice and a Danish.
A few more people arrived as we turned to find a table. Two men and a woman gave us a look-over as we found a table; and as I carefully, daintily took my seat next to Christine. Christine looked me over.
"Wow! You make such an attractive lady." She whispered. "Your dress is darling and you certainly have the shapely legs for it."
I blushed.
"Thank you, you look nice this morning too." I replied.
Christine kept looking me up and down as we ate and chatted about the day ahead, and stared as I went for a second cup of coffee.
"Mmmm, pretty lace", she commented as she flipped the hem of my dress slightly. "You really attracted attention getting your coffee." She giggled, gesturing over at a couple men across the room.
Evidently the black lace of my tap pants or slip peeked out as I reached for the cream and sugar.
We agreed to get together again for dinner as we left the elevator for our rooms, her to freshen up, and me to change.
I quickly stripped, removed my nail polish, and dressed again. I left my black panties on under my suit.
* * *
I returned to my room at 5 o'clock to find my phone blinking at me. It was a message from Christine to give her a call when I got in. I called and told her to
give me a half hour.
By the time I washed up, lotioned, dusted with perfumed talc, and began dressing I realized a half hour was not going to be nearly long enough. It would have been plenty enough time to be ready as a male. (oops)
I selected a pretty pair of white panties with a diagonal panel of sheer lace with a field of pink flowers. I slipped into a white bra with lacy cups with a ribbon bow between, and then wiggled into a pair of pantyhose, followed by a vintage type white girdle with six ribbon-covered garters. It had a slightly sarong style to it with satin panels, and the front satin panel had the prettiest embroidery. I ran my hands over my hips. It felt so nice and smooth, and hugged me tightly I selected a pair of dark brown nylons next, and sat down to slide them on when a knock at the door startled me. Oh shit! Now what?
I slinked to the door, my metal garters and shiny white satin ribbons bouncing at my thighs. I looked out the security peephole. It was Christine. I hid behind the door as I opened it just enough to let her slip inside.
"I'm not ready." I protested, my hand modestly trying to cover my bra, and the other over my girdle.
"Oh, you look so precious!" She squealed, her hand going up over her glossy, crimson lips.
I blushed as I inkled back across the room, the garters and ribbons waving loosely.
Christine wore a filmy, ivory, floral print chiffon type dress with a full skirt, and very feminine. She was completely made up with red, wet lipstick and matching nail polish.
"You look delightful! I love your dress."
"Thanks", she replied, fluffing her full, airy skirt.
"I love your girdle. I haven't seen one of those in years. It's quite pretty and so old-fashioned!" She giggled.
I picked up my dress-sheer stockings, and began rolling one down to pull over my foot. Christine picked up its silky mate, a pleasant smile coming to her face.
"Oh, and such delicate, sheer stockings! These are quality nylons from years ago too. You have such dainty, feminine things! Where did you find them?"
I blushed as I slipped my brown stocking top onto the garters. I didn't want to tell Christine I found the girdle, along with a few other nice things, at a thrift store, even though the girdle was brand new with the tags still attached.
Christine handed me my other stocking, and watched as I nimbly slipped it on and fastened the top to my garters.
She drifted over to my closet, and began looking at my selection of clothes, pulling things out to hold up to gauge how I'd look in each blouse, skirt, or dress. She brought over a tight skirt and a semi-sheer long sleeved blouse.
"How about these for tonight?" She suggested.
The skirt was quite tight on me, an ivory skirt with a faint lacy design to it. The blouse was a light pastel misty green with a lovely light floral print. It had a high ruffled neckline with full, blouson sleeves that gathered with ruffles at the wrist.
I shrugged, and went to select the right lingerie to go with them. I pulled a white half-slip with wide, pretty floral lace, and a camisole with wide, scalloped lace bodice with a pink flower over a white ribbon bow in the middle. I'd have to pull the slip and skirt on at the same time or the tight skirt would just bunch the slip as I pulled it on. Christine smiled as I slipped the two together on, and helped zip the skirt and fasten the button at the waist. I slipped the camisole on, followed by the blouse.
"Oh very pretty." Christine cooed.
"Thank you", I said as I turned to look in the mirror.
I gasped as I saw the pretty, lacy bodice and two sets of white straps over my shoulders beneath the pastel blouse. I loved wearing it in the confines of my room. I never imagined I'd ever wear it out in public!
"Oh yes, v.e.r.r.r.y pretty", she cooed as her well manicured and polished fingertips fastened the keyhole button at the back of my neck. "You look just scrumptious."
I blushed.
I sat at the table with the mirror behind it a kind of vanity as it were. The skirt squeezed my knees tightly together; and I tugged at the hem to keep it from riding up, exposing my dark nylon tops. The pretty floral lace of my slip peeked out. Christine smiled.
"Let me help you with your makeup. May I?" She asked.
Christine pulled over a chair, and began browsing over the makeup I had spread on the table, some of which was from her samples.
"You have such a nice complexion. I bet your Mother wished she had had a girl. I bet you would have made the sweetest girl growing up. Your Mother and you could have had so much fun shopping for pretty dresses, and dressing you in pretty ribbons and curls." Christine prattled.
My face turned red, and Christine giggled.
Christine started with a moisturizer, then foundation, followed by eye shadow, eye liner, mascara, eye brow pencil, lip liner, lipstick, lip gloss, blusher, and pressed powder. When I was finally allowed to look in the mirror The stunning girl in the mirror looked exotic and sexy with her eyes transformed into alluring almonds sort of a Cleopatra look. Her lips were shiny cherries, glistening with dew. I was stunned.
"Where would you like to go to dinner?" Christine inquired.
"I umm uh .. I was thinking something New Orleans Cajun maybe."
"Good! I know a nice place in the garden district. Uh I better call to see if the Hotel service can give us a ride." Christine suggested.
Christine called the front desk, and was informed the driver would be available in fifteen to twenty minutes.
"Barely enough time to fix your nails." Christine exclaimed.
She grabbed my hand, and selected a new bottle of polish "Wet Rose": and began painting my nails to closely match my lips. She had me use the hair dryer in the bath to get them to dry faster. Even when they were dry they looked like shiny, wet, red cherries, and matched my lips.
Just then the phone rang, and Christine answered. It was the front desk. The driver was back.
I nervously slipped into a pair of white, ankle strap heels while Christine stuffed my purse with lipstick, compact and things. She pulled a small perfume from her purse and spritzed my neck.
"Hold out your wrists." She ordered.
She squirted a little on my right wrist, and had me rub my wrists together. I now smelled as sweet and girlie as Christine.
We attracted looks as we left the elevator and sashayed to the lobby. My skirt was so tight I took three steps to Christine's two; and I was acutely aware of the feminine wiggle it was imposing.
The driver introduced himself as John, but with his French-Cajun accent it came out more like Sean.
"Good evening ladies. You look splen-deed tonight veeeerry bu'-ti-full!"
I blushed as we thanked him; and Christine looked smilingly over at me.
He helped us into the van; and I needed the assistance in the tight skirt to reach the step. I was forced to hike the skirt slightly; and John, as well as those nearby, got to see I was wearing gartered nylons.
"Where can I take you bu'-ti-ful ladies tonight?" He asked cheerily.
"The "Le Che de le Mer" Christine replied. "It's in the Garden district."
"But of course." John said as we pulled out.
We both needed assistance getting out in our heels, and I caught John taking a peek at my exposed nylon tops as I hiked my skirt to step down.
"Have a wonderful evening ladies. Call if you need further ass-is-tance'." He happily offered as Christine tipped him.
John watched from the van as Christine and I sashayed up the entrance walkway.
The restaurant was striking, with a large outdoor patio amongst the trees in a garden setting. The tables had lacy white tablecloths, and several had lovely canopy coverings. The tables all had a single candle inside a hurricane globe, and it was such a beautiful setting. Christine and I attracted most everyone's attention as the hostess led us to our table. Our waiter greeted us, and held each of our chairs as we took our seats. I tugged at my creeping hemline as I settled in.
I couldn't help but notice the glances and smiles over our way from the male patrons, even those who were there with their wives or dates.
Our waiter was most attentive, and we had a lovely dinner. We both had an unusual dish of chicken and fish with a unique Creole sauce; and the flaky biscuits and sweet cream butter were to die for. We each had a glass of crisp white wine; and it set everything off perfectly.
We both needed to use the powder room, so we toddled along together, and once again it seemed we were the center of attention.
Once in the ladies room I looked down at my tight skirt. Christine laughed.
"You're going to have to take it off dear." She commented, meaning my skirt.
I unzipped the skirt, and stepped out of it, followed by my half-slip, and stood there in my girdle and stockings when the door opened and two more ladies came in. They giggled as I slipped into a stall.
"I haven't seen a girdle and stockings in ages." One commented.
I struggled to pull my girdle, pantyhose, and panties down to use the toilet, and then fussed to get everything back in place and my stockings taut again before carefully slipping my slip and skirt back on. I was a little exhausted when I came out.
The two women smiled at me as they left the sink area after freshening their makeup. They stifled giggles as they swept bye me as they left the women's room.
Christine was very slowly freshening her lipstick and gloss, waiting for me; and I joined her to wash and primp alongside her. She smiled at me with a knowing smirk. I was startled when I looked at my reflection. The woman in the mirror looked so sophisticated and sexy with her Egyptian eyes and wet, red, glossy lips.
I paid for dinner this time; and we walked out to the street to catch the trolley; and the evening breezes played with my light, loose-fitting blouse as well as Christine's light, flowing, full-skirted dress. We attracted looks as we approached the street, and stood, waiting for the street car.
It was only a few minutes before the streetcar stopped, and we went to board. I took one look at the first step, and knew I was in trouble. I looked at Christine, who was already standing in the car looking down. Whose idea was it for me to wear this skirt? I hiked my skirt hem again the inch or so to give my legs a little more reach, and Christine laughed as she took my hand to help pull me. Even so I was having difficulty reaching the first step; and the men in the proximity were getting a good peek at my stocking tops and edge of my garters. I was struggling when I felt hands around my waist, and I was lifted to the first step. I looked around to see a grinning young man.
"There you go, Miss." He said.
I was flustered, and could barely squeak a thank you.
Standing in the lighted aisle of the trolley, I felt everyone looking at me, and Christine too, as we moved to find a seat. My face was still burning as I tugged at my skirt hem as we sat. My bra had ridden up from reaching up for Christine's help; and I now tugged at my bra through my blouse and camisole to pull it down, and fussed with my bra and camisole straps to get them aligned properly. Christine smiled over at me.
" ..' just the joys of bras, and being a woman." Christine giggled.
I heard a young girl giggle behind us.
The gusts of evening air in the open-air street car fluffed my loose blouse, and played with Christine's light skirt; but at least I didn't have to worry about the breezes lifting my skirt, I thought, as I watched Christine work to keep her filmy skirt from blowing.
The trolley stopped at the foot of River Street, and we went to get off. I blushed as I looked at the long step down when the driver jumped from behind the wheel to come around and happily extended his hand from the ground to help me down, smiling from ear to ear. Once again I provided eye candy for the men close bye as my dark nylon tops and beribboned garters came into view.
"Thank you", I said softly, tugging my skirt down, as he also helped Christine.
"Have a nice evening ladies." He merrily called as he climbed back aboard the trolley again.
We started up the street with Christine fluffing and smoothing her full-skirted dress all around.
Christine took my arm and whispered: "You are doing lovely, sweetie. No one would guess you aren't a woman. ' a bit of a flirt in that sheer blouse, but then we women love the attention, don't we?"
The stores were still open as it was just 8:15 PM; and we gazed at the displays as we walked along. A little ways up the street we stopped outside a boutique: "Le Silhouette", an upscale women's shop. We admired the dresses and some lingerie in the display window, and decided to go in and browse.
"Bon Jour", the well-dressed shopkeeper said as we entered.
"May I help you La' dees?" She cheerily inquired. "You both look so pri' tee tonight. I love your blouse Mam'selle. Oh, and your pri'tee lingerie. You have such exquisite taste."
I blushed, and thanked her softly
"And you Mam'selle." She said to Christine. "I love your dress."
We told her we just wanted to look around. Everything was first quality, and much of the lingerie was French silk. The lacy tap pants and teddies were sooo sexy and sooo silky.
We looked at a beautiful gown and at the price: $875.00. There wasn't a dress in there under $450! Christine held a pretty taffeta evening gown up to me and then another, commenting how pretty I'd look in them. I felt so feminine admiring the dresses with Christine, commenting on their feminine styles and colors just like any woman.
We meandered back into the foundations and lingerie area again. We looked at all of the different styles of bras, girdles, panty briefs, and such. Christine found some control panties with hip padding, and various types of padded bras.
"What size bra are you Barbie?" She teasingly inquired.
"Um .. I wear a 36 B." I blushed.
"Isn't this a pretty bra?" She commented, holding up a lacy padded bra.
I blushed, but was also titillated as Christine had me examine the intimate underwear with her.
"Oh Barbie, this is very similar to your girdle." Christine announced loudly, holding up a high, zippered waist open bottom girdle with satin covered garter tabs.
My face was red as the two shop ladies, and two women customers turned to look. It was longer, and more elaborately embroidered than the one I was wearing as Christine handed it to me. Just then Christine spotted a darling black garter belt of lace and satin with satin covered garter tabs and cute black satin bows.
"Oh Barbie, look!" She cried, holding it high, and then holding it against her hips.
"..' very pretty and sexy." I commented.
It was on sale for $29, and Christine couldn't resist. The satin garter belt dangled from her hand as we then headed for the stockings, where we each slipped our hands inside the sheer, silky tops, examining them.
"Oh, I see you appreciate fine lingerie. They are sexy no?" The shop lady quipped.
We both nodded, and she came over to help select some stockings. Christine settled on a pair of real silk stockings in black for $ 19. The lady put the garter belt and stockings in a fancy box with tissue paper, and put it in a nice bag with the boutique's name on it.
We left the boutique, and continued up the street toward Bourbon Street, feeling a little giddy at our risquι adventure and Christine's purchase.
"You have such a cute sexy wiggle there." Christine giggled as we turned the corner onto Bourbon Street.
" 'nothing like a tight girdle and skirt with pretty heels, eh Barbie?" She teased.
The crowd of people grew as we progressed down the street; and we began attracting attention from boys and men and a few whistles. I heard two young men behind us making suggestive remarks about my tightly girdled behind and my sexy wiggle.
"Look at the tight ass on that babe! Wow, wouldn't you like that wiggle in your bed? Hey baby!"
Christine squeezed my hand to assure me, and her look told me it's something that happens to women sometimes; and that men were jerks. There was no way we could walk any faster to get away from them, as I was firmly shackled in the womanly skirt and heels. I couldn't even do anything to stop from wiggling as I walked, the tight skirt and heels demanded it.
When we found ourselves in front of "The Velvet Chameleon" once again; Christine suggested we go in, as a performance was going on; and we could take a break from the crowd.
I felt titillated as we entered. I excitedly looked up at the "girl" on stage doing a Madonna impersonation "Like a Virgin" in a lacy white outfit; but the thing that really caught my attention were the cute waitress outfits the other "girls" wore as they waited tables between performances. They were short, black, bibbed skirts with suspenders over white blouses with puffy, lace edged short sleeves. They wore poufy little petticoats under their skirts, and lacy white aprons tied in large bows in back. The sheer, wide, white apron ties hung down to the back of their knees like some feminine, white tuxedo tails; and they all wore black pumps. They all looked like cute, women's hand maidens!
Christine pulled me to a table quite close to the stage, and we quickly had one of these frilly waitresses standing over us.
"Good evening, and welcome ladies. May I get you something to drink?" She asked, and dipped the cutest girlie curtsy.
Christine couldn't help her amusement, and her giggles caught the attention of everyone around us. I was blushing with embarrassment, but in the dim light I don't think anyone could tell.
"Yes, honey" Christine bubbled. "I'd like a glass of Lambrusco. Barbie, how about you?"
I was mesmerized by Sandi's cute outfit, especially her feminine apron. It was half-moon shaped, and edged in the prettiest lace; and the apron ties widened as they circled her waist until they were about 6" wide or more, and made a large, stiff bow in back.
"Barbie honey!" Christine called.
I nodded. "Me too"
" ' good. My name is Sandi, and I'm happy to be your hostess tonight." She said, adding another curtsy before turning away, her sheer white apron ties fluttering behind her.
"You'd look so sweet in an outfit like that." Christine whispered in my ear.
I blushed.
Christine got out her compact and began freshening her lipstick, and I copied her.
We watched the "girl" performing on stage, and it was several minutes before Sandi returned with our drinks, just as the performance finished and we were applauding.
"That will be eight dollars." Sandi said as she dipped to set our glasses of wine in front of us.
I gave her a ten and told her to keep the change.
"Oh, thank you Miss." She said in a slightly lower than feminine voice.
"Is this your first time here, ladies?" She inquired.
We both nodded.
"I hope you ladies enjoy the show. And I just have to say I just LOVE your blouse and your shoes! And YOUR dress, it's just so feminine. You both look so lovely tonight." Sandi gushed.
"Barbie and I were just admiring YOUR outfit. It's so sweet and feminine."
"Thank you", Sandi blushingly replied.
Christine motioned Sandi over, and whispered in her ear.
"No really?" Sandi giggled, looking me over.
Christine smiled as she nodded.
"Oh honey you look just D..A..R..L..I..N..G !" Sandi cried, her eyes excitedly dancing over me from head to toe.
I looked at the frilly waitress, and then over at Christine in shocked surprise. I glared at Christine as I felt my face flushing so red I thought it would glow in the darkened room.
"You look so feminine Oh, and I love your makeup." Sandi gushed.
Sandi motioned for the other waitresses in the area to come over.
"This is Charlotte Sharleena and Debbie Sue. This is Christine and THIS is Barbie." Sandi said.
Debbie Sue appeared to be a very pretty girl with her own long, shiny, brown hair swept back and up, pinned in a loose ponytail with a white fabric bow. Sandi and Sharleena could pass as women, but put in a room with real women and told there were men in dresses in there, you would quickly pick them out . Not so with Debbie Sue. She looked as feminine as any woman.
Sandi whispered to them, and the girls responded by squealing with delight drawing everyone's attention. I was mortified as the other "girls" looked me up and down, even primping at my blouse.
"Oh, she's marvelous." Debbie Sue swooned.
"Would you care to come work here? Can you sing?" Sharleena asked.
"I uh ummm uh no I ." I stammered, completely flummoxed and embarrassed.
"I think she'd look so cute in one of your outfits." Christine commented, fingering Debbie Sue's frilly apron.
The "girls" giggled.
"Oh, thank you", Debbie Sue replied. "They are the sweetest aren't they? Marleena, one of our talented performers made them. She's a very talented seamstress, and makes all her own costumes as well."
"You don't suppose we could get her to make an outfit for Barbie do you?" Christine inquired.
The "girls" squealed excitedly.
"Umm .. sure I suppose I mean you could ask." Sandi giggled. "And she'd look just so cu..u..u..u.te."
The "girls" all giggled.
Just then the announcer introduced the next performer "Marleena", and the "girls" scattered back to waiting on tables. I was left to sit, watching her performance nervously, looking askance at those around to see if they were looking at me.
Marleena did a Marylyn Monroe impression, followed by Barbara Streisand, and others, each with wonderful costume changes.
When Marleena's performance finished we finished our wine, and stood up to leave. Sandi and the other "girls" came over to say goodbye and invite us back, and followed us as we made our way to the door.
"Come back and see us again Barbie dear." Sandi called.
I was flustered as Christine giggled as we made our way through the crowded street back toward our hotel.
"You'd make a very sweet waitress in one of their frilly outfits." Christine commented.
I blushed as I looked at her amused smirk.
"I love their dainty, feminine aprons don't you?" She inquired.
I nodded.
"Y ..ye .. yes they are pretty." I stammered, thinking how I'd look waiting on tables.
"We'll just have to get you an outfit and apron like that. . You could be my little waitress or hand maid." Christine teased, giggling with amusement.
I was too embarrassed to respond, nor admit to her how the idea excited me.
Christine and I attracted attention again from men as we slipped through the masses; and I felt the occasional groping of my bottom through my girdle when we got trapped in a crowd.
When we turned off Bourbon Street I again felt apprehensive at the sudden empty street, as our sole, hollow footsteps echoed off the buildings.
Safely back at our hotel, and in the elevator, Christine's hand stroked my shoulder, and slid to the side of my lacy bra covered bosom before continuing to my waist, and then my girdled behind.
"..' care to come to my room for a drink pretty lady?" She giggled.
I smiled as I followed Christine to her room.
"Why don't you slip off your shoes and make us a drink while I get comfortable and try on my new stockings."
It was nice to slip off my heels after unbuckling the ankle straps. I poured us a glass of wine in my stocking feet. I finished my wine and poured another before Christine came out of the bath tugging at the top of one her stockings. She looked scrumptious!
"What do you think?" She asked.
"Wow! You look sooo delicious!" I enthused.
Christine had on a black, satin striped bra, black satin striped panties that tied with satin ribbons in bows on the side, her black satin garter belt, black silk nylons, and black heels.
She sauntered over to me, and we kissed and then embraced passionately. I felt her hard, pointed nipples through her thin bra as my hands roamed, caressing her soft, satiny skin. They slid down her tender curves until the satin ribbons of her panties tickled my fingers. She moaned as I undid the bow at her hip first one, and then the other. Her black satin panties were left dangling from my painted fingertips by the shiny black ribbons. I felt her silky feminine charms, and sat back on her bed, as I kissed my way down past the satin bow on her garter belt. She shuddered, and her knees went weak as my intimate kisses intensified. When her knees buckled for the second time she paused.
"It's about time you get out of that skirt." She huffed breathlessly.
She pushed me back onto her bed, undid the button, unzipped it, and slid it off from under me. She pulled the waistband of my girdle, pantyhose and panties, and folded them over to my knees, forcing them tightly together, just as they had been most of the evening in my skirt. Christine straddled me, and carefully engulfed my only visible maleness into her moist, feminine chamber. I reached up to unhook her bra, and reached to fondle her warm, firm, milky orbs with those wonderful pointed brown tips. Her bra straps slid down her arms ... and over my own. Christine took the ends of her bra band and pulled them snuggly around my wrists; and I watched with some surprise and inquisitiveness as she pushed my wrists over my head, slipping an entangled black bra strap over one of the decorative knobs on her headboard. I was now nearly immobilized with my wrists bound, my legs clamped tightly, and her weight squarely over my pelvis. Christine pushed my silky blouse up to my armpits.
"Oh pretty Barbie." She moaned as her hands danced over my exposed lacy camisole and bra.
I looked down over my own lace trimmed, nylon-clad mounds at Christine's milky white, femininity, framed only by the black satin and lace of her garter belt, melding into my own our brown hairs entwined. The picture I saw was of two feminine women, joined at the pelvis. One, still mostly dressed in her pretty lingerie, the other sitting mostly naked, her perky breasts looking as if supported by some invisible bra.
Christine arched her back, gyrating her firm bottom, and bringing unbelievable sensations to my lower regions. I felt completely submissive weak and feminine, unable to move but for the smallest stirrings. Christine bounced and softly gyrated in irregular rhythms, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy several times until finally I convulsed in an unbelievably powerful explosion that froze Christine except for the soft, kitten-like chirps from her throat. It was several minutes before she leaned forward, kissed me, and collapsed by my side.
."Oh pretty Barbie ", she cooed, her fingers lightly caressing the lace of my camisole, and up my arm.
"Oh Barbie, honey, you should shave your pits." She giggled. "A girl can't have such unsightly hair."
I watched as Christine slid from my side to prance into her bath, and return, her perky breasts bouncing. She slid in beside me again. She smiled impishly, and began to gently run her pink razor over my pits.
"NO I " I began to protest.
Christine put her soft hand over my mouth.
"Girls can't have fuzzy pits." She giggled.
Christine gently shaved the hair from my pit. She lifted her hand from my mouth, kissed me, and then went around to my other side to shave my other underarm.
"There ", she giggled.
"Untie me", I pleaded.
Christine got this cute pouty look.
"First, I think you should promise me the next time you get back to New Orleans you'll call Marleena and get one of those outfits." She announced.
I was stunned, but nodded.
"Promise?" She asked.
" uh ..promise", I capitulated.
"And if you ever get up near Cleveland I want you to give me a call. . I'd love to see you in it. You could be my little waitress . or better my little hand maid." She giggled.
She untied my wrists, and I slipped my panties, pantyhose, and girdle and stockings off and went into the bath to clean up. Being on the bottom, gravity had deposited much of our sticky love juices in my crotch.
After washing and examining my smooth armpits, I cleaned up my smudged makeup. I reemerged from the bath in panties, bra, camisole and half-slip.
"Bring me my glass of wine, will you hon?" Christine asked.
She sat up in bed as I handed her her wine.
"What no curtsy?" Christine teased.
I held the sides of my lacy white slip out daintily and curtsied.
"Oh Barbie . what a sweet girl you make." Christine giggled.
Christine had me get a glass of wine and join her sitting on the bed; and we reminisced about our exciting evening out and fondled.
Around 12:30 A.M. I got up and began dressing.
"I have an early flight. I've got to get a little sleep." I said.
"It's certainly been fun and exciting meeting you Barbie. I'd love to run into you again. Please give me a call if you get into my neighborhood."
"Yes you are so sweet Christine. I've loved it. I'll certainly look for you."
Christine went over to her dresser, and pulled out a pair of her panties. They were white with small peach flowers with the prettiest, daintiest lace ruffle around the legs, and cute peach ribbon bows just above the ruffles. Christine smiled at me as she rubbed them between her legs, and held them out to me.
"Here, remember me when you wear them." She said.
I accepted them and smelled her essence.
"Oh Christine you are such a doll. I can't tell you how much you've given me. You are so generous. I will think of you more often than you could possibly know."
I lifted my arm and looked at my smooth armpit and we both laughed.
We kissed and embraced, and them I opened her door to peer out. The hall was empty, and I slipped down the hall holding my purse, heels, pantyhose, girdle, stockings, and Christine's panties in my bare feet with my hairy legs exposed. I slipped inside my room safely without anyone seeing me. I had a lot of cleaning up and packing to do before I could get a couple hours of needed sleep.
The End
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