Some Enchanted Evening?

by

Elaine A

 

"Well hello there!" came the sound of my wife’s contralto voice at the door of our bedroom. She sounded surprised and perhaps a bit amused, not that that was particularly astounding as she’d just discovered her husband of some years working at polishing his nails. Now a man taking care of his nails isn’t all that surprising, many men do, it’s just that I’d been stumbled upon putting the second coat of Number 1 red polish on long slender carefully manicured artificial nails. The fact that I was doing this dressed in a pair of black lace panties with attached garter belt, and fishnet stockings may have added to the bemused confusion I was receiving from my dearly beloved. "Ummm, I suppose an explanation is in order?" I murmured. "I’m sure it will be long and quite entertaining! But it will have to wait for a few minutes, I’m going to make a cup of tea and get comfortable! This looks as though it will take a while!" she quipped going down the stairs to the kitchen. "Would you like a cup?" she called, followed by a slight giggle. This was going to be a LONG evening! Susan was supposed to be in Los Angeles for the weekend visiting her aunt. I had anticipated a long weekend as my feminine alter ego Elaine. I’d dropped Susan off at the airport, kissed her goodbye; and then told Ron my "normal" self that he had the weekend off. I’d spent Friday night preparing for my weekend by purchasing a new lace bra and the aforementioned panty garter belt, some delicious black fishnet stockings with lace tops and a new perfume I’d discovered called "Hidden Passion". I wasn’t planning on going out. I’m not that kind of ‘dresser". I’m not homosexual, and don’t dress up for ANYONE other than myself. I enjoy the gentle tug of stockings on my skin. The smell of perfume and weight of earrings has always driven me wild. But it wasn’t something I’d ever SHARED with anyone, least of all my wife! Susan was at this moment climbing the stairs with two cups of chamomile tea, both had a bit of cream and sugar. "Well," she declared, "Where shall we begin?" I wasn’t exactly sure where this was going. Susan seemed, shocked and surprised, but not particularly angry, unless she was covering it well. "How far back would you like to go?" I asked? "As far back as you’re willing to discuss." she said. "I’ve been planning on surprising you with a sexy weekend alone, but I see you’ve obviously been doing some planning as well!". "So the trip to LA was a ruse to get me alone for a not so quiet weekend alone?" I stammered. "That’s about it. Now maybe we can get back to your story. I’m dying to hear all the what’s, why’s when’s, how’s and especially who’s of this adventure!". I was beginning to feel set-up, almost as though she’d been expecting something like this. It seemed I just needed the opportunity, and enough rope to hang myself. "It began a few years ago." I began "When we got caught in the rain that evening in Carmel. Remember?" It had been a totally unexpected cloudburst that had ruined our evening and most of my suitcase full of clothes. "As I recall, you weren’t very comfortable sleeping in my satin chemise. You said you felt like a dork!" Susan had tried to warm me up by sharing her, mostly undamaged suitcase with me. Of course, since we were nearly the same size dimensionally, I’d been able to sleep in something besides my damp rough cotton briefs. I’d discovered much to my surprise, that the satin was uncommonly comfortable. In fact I woke to a most amazing erection, and a very satisfying dream! We’d shared that morning in a rough and tumble experience that had left us both sore for several days. I hadn’t actually gone out of my way to try on her clothes for more than a year. But, as luck, fate or some other force would have it. I managed to not have clean laundry one day while Susan was away on business. I’d tried on a pair of her micro-fiber underwear in a pinch and was instantly hooked! They were so soft compared to my everyday BVD’s that I’d never wanted to wear anything else! When we’d go shopping together, I’d get her to buy a few pair each month and so stocked myself up. I suppose it’s naive to think that she’d not figured it out, but my use of cotton underwear went down significantly. Oh, I still threw them in the wash to "draw her off the scent" but that obviously hadn’t been much of a ruse! "Later, I became a bit more adventurous, buying the odd bit of lace off the internet and having them delivered to my office, downtown." I explained. "I began to worry about myself when I bought my first bra. I thought I must be out of my mind! I was sure you didn’t know, and I certainly didn’t want you to find out! I thought you would think I was gay and would leave me." Much to my surprise tears began to well up in my eyes. I felt ashamed, helpless to stop the destruction of a marriage I desperately wanted to maintain. Susan looked at me with, what I assumed to be a mixture of dread, and revulsion. She put her arms around me and smiled the most beautiful smile I’d seen on her lips since we’d been married. This was clearly not the reaction I’d expected! "I’ve known something was up for a while." she said. "I just wasn’t sure what it was. Now that I know, I think we could have some fun with this! I’ve wanted a girlfriend to talk to for ages, but none of my friends had the right personality. Joan is always complaining, Edna is a prude, Kathy is boring and childish, and Veronica is just weird. Now I have a girlfriend I understand and relate to on multiple levels and I don’t have to decide what her motives are or whether she’s trying to screw me out of something/" I was amazed! Susan and I loved to go places and do things together. We were always happiest when we were together. "Now, let’s get you cleaned up. We’re going shopping!" "Sweetheart, I’ve never been outside as Elaine before." "Elaine? Oh, is that what you call yourself when you’re all dressed up?" she asked. "Yeah, it’s kind of silly." I replied. "No, I like it! In fact, the name fits you, much better than that bra by the way. Would you mind going shopping as Ron so we can buy some nice things for Elaine?" she asked. "I’ll go change." I answered quickly. "Leave the nails alone!" Susan hollered. "You can wear those expensive Italian leather gloves I bought you! That way all your hard work won’t go to waste." A few minutes later we left for the outlet center, having taken measurements and deciding on sizes.. It was like a live spy flick, moving from store to store, Susan sneaking various garments in to me to try on. We laughed, and chatted about the most inane things. We spent a moderately insane amount of money and had an absolute ball! "I believe a fashion show is in order!" Susan quipped as we headed for the car with a beautiful pair of taupe leather 3 inch pumps, a pair of brown leather slacks, with a matching short leather skirt in deep chocolate brown. Opaque tights in the silkiest microfiber I’d ever encountered. Matching brown lace panties and bra in shiny brown satin, a half slip and camisole set in bone, and finally, a silk blouse with a fall leaf pattern that I absolutely adored. "You won’t mind sharing that blouse will you Elaine?" Susan queried as we strode to the car. "Not at all darling! It’s a good thing we’re close in size though!" I remarked. Susan wanted to stop one more place before we went home. "Where is this going to lead? I asked as we pulled into Terry’s Secrets parking lot. "Oh, you’ll see!" she beamed as we entered the store. "Hey you two! It’s been too long!" Terry squealed as she hugged us both. "Terry, I have to talk to you!" Susan said dragging Terry away by the elbow. "No! Really!" I heard the diminutive shop owner exclaim. "Well, we can certainly fix him up in a hurry!" she said as she and Susan returned from their little conference. "Ron, you aren’t the first man to "blur the lines" of gender in this store/" Terry said. "In fact, most of my best customers are men who shop for both themselves and their honeys!". "Come with me and we’ll get you set up in a changing room." Terry guided me to the largest of her two fitting rooms, something about the size of a telephone booth. "Stay there, I’ll bring you some things to try.". Before I had much of a chance to catch my breath, Terry showed up with black and Lucite platform heels, some lacy black stockings one of those all under stretchy garments that helped a girl keep her figure when gravity began to take it’s toll. "You can’t hurt it so pull and tug as much as you need to." Terry said. "Slip these into the cups of the bra." she told me, pushing a box under the door. Breast forms! I’d seen them on the internet, but never had the nerve to order them! They were the good ones, with a colored perky little nipple and a soft flat back. "What size am I going to be?" I managed to ask. "44C" Terry responded, "nice shape without being overpowering. We don’t want Susan to be jealous! Size DOES matter to us girls!" she giggled. "Throw this over you and come on out where we can see you." She said as she tossed a black satin slip over the door. "Hold it!" I cried. "I’m not ready for a "coming out" party! I’m dying of embarrassment just being in here dressed like this" I cried. "The shop is empty and it’s after closing, so the door is locked, Silly!" Terry said, trying to calm me down. "OK, but there better not be anybody else there!" I said. "We’re completely alone here!" Susan called. "Besides, I don’t want to share you with anyone!" "Hey! What about me?" Terry exclaimed! "You’re the only one!" Susan replied. Cautiously, I disembarked the relative safety of the changing room and was met with two pairs of critical eyes. "Well, she could have a bit more hip." Terry said. "Yeah, and a smaller waist would be nice, and that hair!" Susan quipped. "That has to go!" she declared. "I have a line of human hair wigs that you can look at later." Terry said. "I agree with the waist idea, what about the hip thing?" I felt like a cross between a piece of meat and some kind of life sized sculpture. "Definitely." Susan responded. "Do you have any clip on earring?" she asked. We left the shop with everything I had on and several pairs of earrings and necklaces. "Hurry back!" Terry called as we left. "Ooh! I almost forgot!" Susan said running back to the store. I brought the car around picking up Susan and one more package. "You’ll need something yummy to sleep in dear." She said climbing into the car.

We spent the rest of the evening trying on outfits, chattering like magpies and generally having the time of our lives. "This is so much fun!" Susan exclaimed. "I should have thought of this years ago!" "I wouldn’t have been ready." I remarked. "This has only happened in the past couple of years." "Perhaps." Susan said. "Or maybe, we’d have just found out sooner." I didn’t care, I was dolled up and felt pretty!

That night we shared a tender time of lovemaking. Susan explaining in greater detail than ever before what if felt like from a woman’s perspective.

The other package you ask? Well, let’s just say that it was the most beautiful gown I’d ever seen. We keep it for special evenings when one or the other of us needs pampering, and that happens fairly often!

The end? No, just the beginning!

 

 

 

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