A Special Anniversry

by Michele Rose

 

Arriving at April's apartment, I let myself in with the key she had provided. Looking around, I saw her feminine style throughout the furnishings and was aware of the lingering scent of her perfume. As I walked around, I became excited with anticipation and my manhood began to stiffen in my pants. When I found her bedroom, everything was laid out on the bed as she had promised.

I stripped of my cloths and took a hot shower. I used the razor she left for me and removed the day old stubble from my body. Feeling invigorated, to be rid of my hair; I turned off the water and used her sugar scrub to exfoliate my, now hairless body. After, I showered again; I dried myself in a very soft bath towel and put on the short fuchsia, satin robe April had left for me. Clean, smooth and looking forward to some "girl time", I sat myself at her vanity and began my transformation.

While I applied foundation, make-up, eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow, blush and lipstick, I began to recall how I met this lovely lady. While looking for an apartment, in this very complex, I noticed April entering her condo. She was tall, brunette and elegantly dressed. It was summer and she was wearing a knee length silk skirt and knit, sleeveless shell. In her 4" mules, she was stunning. Our eyes met and when a smile exploded on her face, I was hooked. I had to meet this beauty. I bought the 2 bedroom condo without any thought and moved in about 2 months later. It took only one day, but while unpacking, a knock came on the door and her brilliant smile greeted me. I invited her in; we shared some wine and talked for hours. After, she invited me out to dinner and the rest is history.

By now, my make-up was finished and I started to dry and style my long brown hair. After several years of crossdressing, my long hair easily accepted the gentle curls of womanhood. I spayed some of her perfume on my neck and behind my ears and as I walked to the bedroom, I embrace my feminine self and began getting dressed.

This was a special weekend for us, our one year anniversary. She had planned this weekend and I had no intention of disappointing her. I grew my nails, finger and toes, to the longest they had ever been. I kept my hands hidden as much as possible, you see, my crossdressing would be a disaster to my professional life, so, I keep it pretty much in the closet. I took the clear base and deep red nail polish and began coating my nails. I still have problems getting a smooth covering, but, with continued practice I'm getting better. It took about an hour, but soon the last coat of quick dry was on and I could begin getting dressed.

 

Everything on the bed was new; all lingerie was white and very lacy. I found the corset and began to loosen the drawstrings. Slipping it on, I closed the hook and eyes, then zipped it up. Putting on a corset is difficult with someone to help, doing it alone, well only a dedicated tranny would try it. Like a contortionist, I began pulling the laces tight. Slowly, inch by inch my waist narrowed to a respectable 28". Soon, the laces tied, I gaze at my widened hips, narrow waist and reached for my 36 C breast prosthesis. Slipping them into the cups of my corset, I looked myself over in the mirror. Satisfied, I slipped my "man eggs" up into their canals and pulled my penis down and back, between my legs. A white lacy gaff secured my penis and I had the smooth front only a girl can appreciate.

White, sheer stockings soon encased my legs and with practiced skill, I attached the garters from the corset. Before doing so, I made sure my toenail polish was fully dry. A wave of pleasure spread though my body as the reflection of the woman in the mirror caught my eye. I often wonder, why I want to be a girl, but, even after therapy, there are no easy answers. Fortunately, I keep myself thin and my small fame lends it self to my desires. With a little work, I know I can pass as a woman.

April is bisexual and has had many affairs with women. Since she is hot, all her girlfriends are very beautiful and we look forward to the day when I can join her and her friends. She always dresses very feminine, skirts and dresses, and dresses me, as the frilly woman I long to be. Today, she has selected an outfit to suite my taste.

Since I love the look of a sweater, she has picked out a white cashmere sweater with a pearl accent neckline. I love the high, ribbed waist and the soft feel of the cashmere. My skirt is a green plaid pencil skirt and fits very snug. The short steps it permits, helps remind me to walk like a woman. The plaid is very fine and has three shades of pale green with a little pale yellow and white. The heavy texture of the wool makes it perfect for the cool fall weather. As I slipped into the cloths, I left the last of my maleness behind. Pale green pumps, with a 4" heel and an open toe, completed my outfit. As I walked around the apartment, I began to feel my hips sway in a womanly fashion.

I finished dressing and replaced my small white gold hoops with diamond studs. Three or four gold bangles and a fine ankle bracelet completed my jewelry. I noticed a pocketbook on the bed and put my personal items in it. As I checked myself in the mirror, I herd the door to the apartment open and April's sweet voice call to me. Now, its time to see what my honey has in mind.

  

  

  

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