The Surrogate Date                 by: Alyssa Davis

 

Phil and Frank had been co-workers and close friends for a little over 3 years, commonly going everywhere together and doing the usual things guys do such as movies, car races, bowling, sporting events, etc. They had similar interests and hobbies but different personalities. From the former, they had become inseparable buddies. Perhaps too much so, because since neither of them cared to aggressively pursue girls, and times being what they are, it was beginning to create gossip around the workplace. Frank saw no problem with the idle gossip nor the disinterest in dating. It seemed that the girls at work were either engaged or going steady, otherwise spoken for, or were just plain unattractive. And the pair seemed not to socialize in public places where they might meet available girls. Besides, who cares, Frank figured? He was more adventurous and preferred to do different things, and being anchored down with a girlfriend wasn’t high on his priority list.

But, Phil cared. He was a worrier and very conscientious about his image, especially among fellow workers. Rumors of him being gay had begun and were even somehow trickling down to his family, and he was especially sensitive to that. They also began to assume that Frank might be gay, and the pair became the current topic of conversation.

Frank had no family and lived alone, which helped make him immune to such talk. But Phil lived with his parents and had to account for everything, or so he felt. And Frank, by nature, is a much freer spirit. But he liked Phil. They have much in common except for their physical characteristics, which was of little significance. Phil, at 6’2" tall, is dark complected, and muscular, while Frank’s light complexion, and diminutive 5’5" in stature, contrasted with Phil.

They appeared as different as their personalities. Other than those disparities, their common interests in cars, sports, electronics, and many other things, especially their careers, formed the common bond. Their friendship had hit it off well from the beginning, when they first met while applying for jobs as technicians in an electronics lab of a large company.

It was a Friday afternoon. They had planned on a movie that night but Phil was now visibly disturbed. He called Frank aside from the small social group they associated with during a coffee break in their department.

"Frank, have you been hearing the rumors about us?" Phil whispered.

"Yeah, so what? It’s just idle gossip…big deal!"

"Well, it is a big deal to me! My folks caught wind of it and they’re really disturbed. Of course, I denied everything, but they don’t believe me. They want me to find a girl and start dating to "prove" myself. They think we’re together too much…it just doesn’t look right to them."

"And you let them badger you like that? I cant believe it! So we’re supposed to split because of what they think? Based upon idle rumors? That’s BS!"

"Yeah, well you don’t know what it’s like with them. Anyway, maybe our plans for this weekend should be called off. I gotta start scouting for a girlfriend, unless you wanna join me."

"I might…it’s something to do…any idea where to start? We’ve tried the bar scene with no luck; neither of us drink, anyway. Frankly, I think two supposedly horny guys looking for dates chases them away. Maybe we’re too obvious. We might as well carry signs saying ‘Girl Wanted.’ "

"Okay, So, any other ideas? I gotta date a girl to get everyone off my back! Image, you know. Image is everything."

"Ha! Sure glad I don’t have that problem…I don’t care about my ‘image.’ I don’t need to impress anyone. Now let’s get back to work and we’ll work something out. See ya later."

That Friday night, they went to a movie as originally planned, for want of any better plan. It had become a routine with them on Friday nights. The film they saw happened to be "Tootsie." While having a snack afterwards, the conversation shifted from their current dilemma of finding girls to date, to the movie and the credibility of the plot.

"You know, it would be very unlikely for that to happen in real life, " Frank proclaimed.

"No guy would be that desperate to assume the identity of a woman like that, just to get a job."

"And why not?" Phil responded. "The character was an unemployed professional actor…accustomed to role playing, so he was able to disguise himself well enough to fool everyone. He did what he had to for survival, since his male persona had made him no longer employable as an actor…he had burned too many bridges and was therefore blacklisted in the acting profession. He was desperate for a job. Actually, I think he was very clever to adopt the not-so-obvious identity of a woman!" Phil replied. "Who would’ve ever expected it of him or any man, for that matter? It afforded him the opportunity to start over in the career he was trained for, and it worked!"

"You know what?" Phil continued, looking as if a light had come on. "Maybe that’s our solution! YOU could be my girlfriend! You could disguise yourself as a girl. If you did that, we wouldn’t appear to be two guys dating? It’s a helluva lot easier than hunting for a real girl, and it would solve my problem. You’re small; it would be easy. Would you do that for me, ol’ buddy?"

"You’re kidding! Yeah, like I could pass as a girl. Keep in mind, in the movie, they had professional’s transforming Dustin Hoffman into a woman."

"Oh, I’m sure you wouldn’t need all the stuff he needed. Honestly, look at you! You’re small, and you’ve got rather soft facial features….actually I think you’d pass okay with very little effort. Wanna give it a try? I’ll cover any expenses."

"And then what would we do? Go out on ‘dates?’ And for how long? More than once? You know, it still wouldn’t do me any good. You get to date a ‘girl’ and I just disappear, right? Next, they’d wonder where I went. You solve one problem and create another."

"Whatever it takes to be seen to shut people up. Remember, you don’t have to answer to parents like I do. We could make up some excuse for your absence. We’d only need to be seen from a distance, and then, only occasionally. I just need a ‘girlfriend’ for appearances."

"Well, I’ll think about it, maybe it might work after all, and it doesn’t sound too difficult…it’s strange, but kind’a corny," Frank responded with trepidation, "but it wont help me…but then, who really cares?"

He could understand Phil’s dilemma, and it didn’t really matter to him if he went to a movie once or twice wearing a skirt as a gag. Anything for his buddy and it did present a new challenge. Frank thrived on challenges.

After much deliberation about the details of how to pull it off successfully with the least financial investment from Phil and minimal assault to Frank’s male ego, Frank consented to try it. He and Phil planned a shopping trip early the next day, Saturday, for the necessary items. Their first stop was at a large discount store for a simple skirt and a girl’s sweater, followed by some appropriate cosmetics and cheap jewelry. Phil added a padded bra and a pair of nylon hose to the outfit. That was all Frank felt he needed to achieve a suitable disguise. He planned on arranging his hair into something slightly feminine looking to save the expense of a wig. He was long overdue for a haircut anyway, so this would delay that task.

In the afternoon, Frank began the preparation for his "gender bending" Saturday night date. He took a long, soaking, bath to soften his skin and hair, followed by a close shave of the fuzz on his legs, arms, and face. The rest of his body was virtually hairless. Wearing his "boy" briefs, he struggled into the bra and the hose which had elastic tops needing no garters. He planned to stuff the padded bra with additional soft foam plastic formed from Nerf Balls cut into half sections and hollowed out to become breastforms, but, it turned out, he seemed to not need much additional padding since he had sufficient body flesh in that region to did a good job of filling the bra. His "pecs" were flabby enough to be able to form into the cups creating the illusion of breasts.

Next, he donned the skirt and sweater. Having purchased some glamour magazines for makeup ideas and instructions, he began to experiment with the cosmetics…a little shadow on the eye lids, a touch of blush gently spread on his cheeks, and a careful application of pink lipstick, first outlining his lips with a tiny brush, then filling the rest in with the stick, and carefully blotting the surfaces.

After a couple of tries, he was satisfied with his appearance. The more he practiced with the makeup application, the more he was getting into the whole idea. It soon became a challenge for him to do it properly. Frank was a perfectionist in everything he did and this was no exception. His face was the "canvas" and he was the "artist."

Nothing overdone, but just enough cosmetics to show some color. He didn’t want to be ridiculed if he was read as a boy in drag, after all, his reputation was at stake being in drag, so a decent appearance was a must. At the same time, he also didn’t want to look like a drag queen, the other extreme, either. Some dangling, clip-on earrings finished the look. He was somewhat pleased and surprised with the total transformation. The shaping bra inside the sweater produced the requisite bosom for his physique.

For footwear, he decided to wear some black, canvas boat shoes for a casual look. Caught up in a budding effeminate mood, he played with his hair, teasing it forward until it resembled a very Mod boyish, yet feminine, almost pixie style. He trimmed and contoured his sideburns to conform to the style, eliminating the square cut look of a man’s haircut. Along with the makeup and his petite facial features and his large girlish eyes, it all went together to make him totally passable as a girl.

To further add to the disguise, he applied some fake fingernails he had purchased and colored them to match his lipstick The whole transformation put him into a mood he had never before experienced. It made him feel pleasantly "different." He strutted around in the privacy of his apartment trying various poses in front of full length door mirrors, and secretly enjoying this role of newfound femininity. He did now certainly look like an attractive young lady, and the tactile sensation of this new apparel was unique and suddenly arousing to him. He actually felt like a girl!

‘Hmmm…Maybe this wont be so bad,’ he thought to himself. ‘This has potential! I would certainly date this girl in the mirror! Hope Phil agrees and this solves his problem.’

When Phil arrived to pick Frank up, he was astounded at the metamorphosis. More than that, he was swept off his feet!

"WOW!" was his first response. "You’re a knockout, Frank! I knew you’d make a pretty girl! See, you didn’t need professional help!"

"Why…thank you, kind Sir!" Frank replied in a coquettish manner, modulating his voice, fluttering his eyes, and adding a little curtsy. He was really going to have fun with this charade.

"Oh, and Phil, Maybe you should call me Fran now. You didn’t know, but my real name is Francis; I’ve always used Frank, though. Francis was too girlish for me, but I think Fran is suitable and more appropriate when I’m in this role, don’t you agree?"

"Okay Fran it is…I like that name. A pretty name for a pretty girl!"

With that, Fran punched Phil on the shoulder, but not very hard.

They proceeded to the movie theater, Phil lightly holding Fran’s arm and being the consummate gentleman, much to Fran’s pleasure. Phil opened doors, for his date, paid for everything as he had agreed, and demonstrated every courtesy afforded a young lady, and Fran was enjoying it. He also liked the attention being shown to him, as a girl, by strangers. Rather than being seated immediately, the pair lingered in the lobby for a bit so Phil could savor the moment with his lovely "lady" to achieve maximum visibility. Fran didn’t object and played along with whatever Phil wanted.

Fran knew he looked presentable and was immediately confident in his new persona even though it felt strange to be wearing a skirt. He made a conscientious effort to appear ladylike in all his mannerisms without overdoing anything. They both spoke softly to each other in public so as not to arouse any suspicion. Fran had yet to learn to speak so his voice resembled that of a woman. All in time, he figured. In time? This was supposed to be a one time only thing!

During the movie, Phil casually placed his arm around Fran’s shoulder and Fran, accepting that move, snuggled in close, all for appearance, all seemingly natural, while they shared a box of popcorn. Fran was very careful to eat without smearing his lipstick after all the meticulous effort of applying it.

Later, they stopped for a snack, seeking out a crowded place. Phil was trying to prolong the evening and gain exposure with his new "girlfriend." Fran played along, still being very demure, as was to be expected of a girl on her first date. Phil ordered the food, saw that Fran was served first, and paid all the expenses. Fran continued to enjoy the whole activity, and in fact, admitted it to Phil.

"If this is what it’s like to be a girl, I think I could get used to it! I must admit, I really enjoy all the courtesies and the attention. But best of all, the deception is amazing! I don’t think anyone realizes I’m really a boy. At least, I don’t sense it."

"Oh, so then you’re willing to do this again?"

"Well yeah, I guess so. It’s fun." The words tumbled out without hesitation. Frank was hooked.

On the trip home, they discussed plans for their next "date." The goal was to be seen by people they knew so the word would circulate that Phil finally had a girlfriend. Frank was okay with that as long as they didn’t get close enough to friends for introductions of the new "girl." He figured he was passable from a distance but didn’t want to push it.

So the charade continued. Each successive weekend, Phil and Fran went to movies and other public places to maximize their exposure as a boy/girl couple on a date. The rumors about Phil being gay did slowly diminish as the word finally got out about his new "girlfriend." Phil routinely addressed Frank as Fran when he was in drag. Yet he had to be careful not to let the name slip on the job.

With each passing weekend, Frank was getting more into the challenge of the deception and adapted to crossdressing, and gradually began to expand his female wardrobe to accommodate the places they were being seen. He was dedicated to perfect his disguise since he knew it was a matter of time before he would have to confront people they knew. And he couldn’t be seen always wearing the same garments or even types of apparel. This meant a variety of skirts, dresses, ladies slacks and jeans, shoes, and lingerie…he had decided to try feminine underwear to both enhance his mood, as well as his appearance, while en femme. He reasoned that a bra strap or a slip should show a little under a dress, and panty lines were expected under slacks, all to enhance the illusion. He reached the point of wearing them regularly under his male attire, replacing all his male underwear. They had become too comfortable not to wear. Much softer and smoother than guy things. And prettier. Who cares if the panty lines or straps show? Again, it was all part of the "act." And why maintain two genders of underwear?

As time passed, Fran took great pleasure in dressing properly for each occasion and receiving admiring glances from both males and females while en femme. He especially enjoyed the way he looked and felt in all this feminine finery and he worked hard to enhance his figure with the proper foundation garments. He padded his hips and buttocks, and formed his flesh into a push-up bra to create and maintain some cleavage of which he now took great pride. A panty girdle retained his maleness and held him flat in the front. These all enhanced his desire to further dress as a woman since the results were so rewarding.

Taking this whole program seriously, Fran acquired some ladies shoes with 3" heels and learned to walk gracefully in them. His skill with cosmetics increased considerably with practice as did his feminine demeanor to where everything was becoming second nature. He kept his body fully shaved and had his ears pierced. With their routine of being out in public every weekend, both Friday and Saturday, and sometimes Sunday, day and night, he felt the need to perfect his female image, and yet make it easier to switch genders since he still had to go to work on Monday. All the effort was for his friend’s reputation. Frank was a loyal buddy. But then, this new role playing was really fun…and gratifying.

Fran found it was easy shop for clothing while in drag, allowing him to try items on while also seeking style and fitting advice from the sales assistants. It was a game with him now, and he enjoyed it. It was past the deception stage now; there was something about it he found fascinating. With help, he learned how to select coordinated outfits and how to add accessories. Fran had become highly motivated to please Phil with this new female persona.

With all the weekend activities and the associated crossdressing, Fran became totally enamored with the art of presenting as a woman. It was more than a challenge to present just a requisite appearance now…it was a new and different lifestyle for him, that of a woman, and he liked it. He experienced a unique power over males, and sensed an influence over everyone that an attractive lady possesses and did make an attractive lady. He developed a feminine charm that he learned to use skillfully.

From the beginning, Fran thoroughly enjoyed being the "girl" on their dates, being catered to, and shown all the attendant courtesies. All with the aid and constant encouragement of Phil, who was a gentleman and the enamored "boyfriend." Phil was more than pleased with Fran’s feminine development and attitude, and was willing to continue absorbing the expenses of all their dating. They went everywhere together, as before, but now as a dating couple. Where they initially attended auto races, ball games, and bowling, with Fran attired in shorts or jeans, the activities progressed to the classical theater, concerts, and art expositions; finer things where Fran could wear nicer outfits such as dresses and gowns. At all times, Fran playing, for appearances, the passive, "submissive female" and totally enjoying the role. They would commonly hold hands, walk arm in arm, generally looking like a loving couple, ostensibly all for the "image," but Fran had adapted well and grown to feel natural about it. Was she still only doing it to help her friend?

One night, after an orchestra concert, on the way home, Phil parked his car in a secluded place and settled in to talk. Fran had dressed appropriately for the event, looking delightfully feminine…ankle length, silk dress, with a side slit matching the slit of her lace slip and showing her shimmering hose, high heels, slightly padded push-up bra creating cleavage, impeccable makeup, exotic fragrance, appropriate jewelry and dangling earrings. Fran had come a long way with her appearance. She turned to face him, crossing her legs, as the skirt exposed her shapely legs and heels, her shoulder length hair framing her face, accenting her petite features and large eyes.

"Fran…how long should we keep this up? You’ve certainly mastered the ability to become a very attractive woman, and at these times, It’s difficult not to consider you just that. I’m getting very confused. You’re still my old buddy, but you’re so…feminine now."

He reached for Fran’s hands as he spoke. Her long red (fake) nails made her fingers appear long and delicate. Fran didn’t withdraw as expected, but instead, moved closer. Her fragrance was captivating….her appearance, seductive.

"Why, thank you," she responded, now sounding like a real woman having power over her man.

"…I don’t know, Phil…as long as you want to, I guess. I’m having so much fun doing this. I’ve taken to enjoying the woman’s role, and I feel very natural in it. In the beginning, I didn’t care one way or the other; it was just a game, and a favor to you…but I’ve become accustomed to doing this, and to be perfectly honest, I really love it now. If you don’t mind, I’d like to continue dating for a while longer, anyway. Why do you ask?

Do you have someone else, now… a real woman…do you want to end it with us?"

"Oh No! But, I must be honest too, I can hardly accept you as a guy anymore, especially when you look like this. You mean more to me than that now. I know better, but I don’t see you as Frank, my old buddy, but only as Fran, my foxy girlfriend, and I guess I prefer to see HER more, and I want more from HER than just casual friendship."

The words were out. Phil had revealed his feelings to Fran.

With that, caught up in the moment, Phil leaned over and lightly kissed Fran. The sight and touch of her effeminate body in the form fitting silk dress, the delicate fragrance of her perfume, combined with the heat of her body, the appearance and taste of her lipstick, all completely overwhelmed Phil. She was, indeed, all woman. As he felt the silkiness of her shapely, nylon clad, legs, his hands slowly roamed, and he became highly aroused. Fran, also immersed in the feminine mode, submitted to his touch, allowing him further access to her body, and, in fact, returned his kiss at first, hesitantly. Then, they fully embraced and continued to kiss passionately. The mood was overwhelming…Fran responded as a real woman!

When they broke, nothing more was said, but the passion remained. Phil drove Fran home in silence. Both were reflecting on what had just occurred, and both were fully aroused and wanted more. It was a homosexual encounter for both of them, but they didn’t feel that way. Fran looked and felt very much female at that moment, and Phil saw her that way.

After that night, Frank, reflected on his inner feelings. Yes, he was biologically a male, but he had acquired the sensuality and desires of a female, and he now felt no remorse. In fact, he now strongly desired to become a woman.

He increased his crossdressing to full time during all of his personal time, and began to permanently enhance his feminine features. He very gradually trimmed and contoured his eyebrows, he regularly wore a light pink lipstick and a trace of makeup, enough so he was aware of it’s presence yet only slightly noticeable. He let his hair grow even longer than he had been wearing it and kept it styled. He constantly wore earrings in both ears. Although he fully wore lingerie, he made no effort to conceal any of it…the presence of a bra, or an occasional shoulder strap showing. It was all so gradual, none of this androgynous look seemed to be overtly noticed by fellow workers.

His attitude changed. He withdrew from the "coffee" group of the guys at work, he avoided any controversial discussions, and generally became very passive. He just decided to focus and feel like a woman, and that focus was on Phil. All this was a radical change from the old, dont-give-a-damn, Frank.

With each subsequent "date", they engaged in some form of petting sessions, Fran behaving totally feminine and totally submissive. Phil couldn’t resist touching Fran all over her body and she responded to it with delight. He was especially impressed by her breasts. She deliberately dressed in provocative clothing styles to further attract and arouse him.

After 12 months of the gender swapping activities, evolving from a simple act of female impersonation, to totally transitioning to a life as a woman albeit subdued, Fran was having difficulty passing as a man to anyone but to those who originally knew him, and even they were wondering about the changes they were seeing. Where they had originally suspected Phil of being gay, now they felt Frank was becoming very "fem."

Presently, Phil was dating a woman, and Frank was looking and behaving differently. Was he having withdrawals from Phil, they wondered, since they were no longer seen together?

Fran actually felt like a real woman and, in fact, now chose to permanently live as one. He eventually decided to quit his job, rather than come out and explain his transformation to his peers, so he found a position elsewhere as a female lab tech, where he could remain in the role as the woman he chose to be.

Phil moved into Fran’s apartment, and her bed, and treated Fran as his woman while Fran reciprocated accordingly. The relationship had evolved from a male-male friendship into male-female lovers. Frank completely put his past existence as a male out of his mind. Fran had gone through a courtship with Phil, as a woman, savored every minute of it, and looked forward to being his bride. It was more than just transvestitism, it had developed into a transgender relationship. Fran not only preferred being a woman, but he had fallen in love with Phil, as that woman. There was no turning back.

Fran finally met Phil’s family where she was introduced as his fiancé and accepted as a future daughter-in-law. The wedding plans began. There would be no turning back.

After seeking medical advice and counseling, Fran began a schedule of HRT. She was already a year into her Real Life Test program. It was hoped hormones would enhance her transition. She and Phil planned to marry within the following year. Even without surgery, they would live as man and wife and life partners.

Friends for life.

 

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