Trick or Treat?

by Enigma

Part 2

 

Friday, September 4

Friday I went to see Sandy again. She checked me over and told me everything was coming along fine. I noticed as she examined me that, true to her word, my squished boobies were rounding out and becoming a very attractive female bosom.

Saturday, September 5

Saturday I nervously got ready for my first real foray into the world as a woman. Amy showed me how to apply makeup, explaining how to hide the little bruising that was left, and that later I would learn the more normal style when no bruises are present. After she finished, I was looking at her face staring back at me.

"Oh, my!" she whispered.

I was too dumbstruck to even manage that much. The resemblance was uncanny. Even when she brought her face down next to mine, it was tough to tell us apart.

After we recovered from that, Amy coached me through removing the makeup, then reapplying it several times until she was satisfied. I had no illusions I could repeat it without her help, but it was a start. We then dressed and headed off a mall on the opposite side of town, to minimize the chance of being seen by Amy's associates.

Amy had made an appointment for me at the hair salon in the mall, so that was our first stop. I was really nervous as Amy led me into the shop, but she patted my arm and spoke quietly to me of her love and support, and I relaxed a little. Amy decided that since we would both go to the party as blonds, I might as well get my color changed today. She would wait until right before the party, so others would not see her that way. Also, it would give us a different look until then. Amy made all the arrangements, as I waited nervously. She arranged for a full body waxing, and asked to speak to the technician before things got started. Amy drew the girl aside and spoke quietly to her. The tech looked over at me occasionally, with her eyes growing wider as Amy talked. She nodded her head vigorously, and smiled at me as she came over to lead me to a private room. Amy said she would be back in 2 hours to see if I was ready, and before I knew it, she was gone and I was in the hands of strangers.

In the room, the girl handed me a pink robe, and asked me to strip completely. She saw the panic in my eyes, and spoke quietly to me, telling me that Amy had told her what I was doing, and how great she thought it was that a husband would do that for his wife. She assured me that she didn't think I was weird, that she felt it was an honor to do this for me, and that no one else in the salon would be aware of my secret. This calmed me considerably, and I was able to get out of my clothes and into the robe after she stepped out of the room.

An eternity and at least a dozen screams later, I exited the room, still in my pink robe. Everywhere below my neck, with the exception of a small tuft of hair above my genitals, my skin glowed pink and hairless. It was soft and smooth after the tech had massaged in the moisturizing lotion.

I was amazed at the attention I received as various operators washed, colored, trimmed and permed my hair. They gave me a manicure and pedicure, applying false nails and a glittery red polish. They plucked my eyebrows (that hurt!), and talked me through applying makeup. Near the end, I felt a sharp pinch at each of my ears, and realized that I now sported a small gold stud in each ear. All the girls talked to me non-stop the whole time about many topics, men being major among them. I tried my best to answer back in Amy's voice, but was in a daze most of the time. When they finally finished, I was led in front of a mirror to see the final result. I was speechless. I always knew that Amy was a beautiful woman. But the woman in the mirror was Amy and so much more. I saw the real Amy behind me gaping at my reflection. This was so unreal.

When we left, Amy led me to the food court so we could pick up lunch. I had a salad again, as Amy still wanted me to lose a couple inches around the waist. Amy had Teriyaki chicken which had me drooling though that was a much lighter lunch than I would normally eat. As we ate, Amy could not stop talking about my looks. I blushed brighter with each superlative she used to describe me.

Finally, I said "Enough already! I get the picture! Just remember, this is you that you're looking at, and when we get you into the salon, you will look exactly like this! So just quit complementing yourself!" That stopped her for a few minutes, with a somewhat shocked look on her face.

She told me she had seen the Halloween Superstore that had opened temporarily in one of the vacant stores in the mall. She had inquired about Jeannie costumes. They had them, but in our size, they only had one of each of several different colors. Since we were going for the confusion factor, we would want two of the same color. The manager had checked, and found another red one at another of their stores. Amy had picked up the one here, and put the other on hold, to be picked up on our way back across town. She blushed as she described the outfit. It was much as Barbara Eden used to wear for the TV show, but much more risqué! She didn't think she had ever worn something so revealing, except when she wore a bikini. That bumped my nervous level up a few notches.

Next she led me into the forbidden land – at least for the male me: Victoria's Secret. She said we needed to pick out some matching sexy lingerie for us for the next couple months. Amy had gotten it into her head that we should dress stylishly, and mix in public as much as possible, at least during the last several weeks before the party. She wanted me to be comfortable in my role by the party. She wanted that night to be fun, not nerve-wracking. She picked out way more lingerie than I thought we would need, but she just told me to be quiet and enjoy the ride. She even got us several matching baby doll nighties in various colors.

Next was a shoe store, where we bought some ladies walking shoes, flats in 3 colors, heels ranging from 2 to 4 inches in several colors, and finally some bright red 5 inch stiletto heals for the Jeannie costume. Amy bought herself a few pair to match mine, including the red ones for Halloween. I had to try on (and walk in) at least 20 different shoes before Amy settled on the shoes we bought. I nearly killed myself in the red heels! Amy made it look so easy.

Next was an upscale department store. It seemed to me that Amy went wild there. She had me try on dozens of outfits. Tops, long skirts, mini skirts, dresses, jeans, shorts, the list seemed endless. Most of the clothes were bought in Amy's size, even though they would be tough for me to get on right now, as I still had to trim the waist a bit. She ended up getting us matching jeans that were cut so low I was sure that my pubic hair would be showing! When I pointed this out, Amy just grinned at me. And some of the shorts! I figured at least the bottom half of our cheeks would be on view! I think Amy decided to get back at me for the times I had tried to talk her into wearing more revealing outfits. I grinned mentally when I remembered that Amy would be left with all these sexy clothes when I became a man again. We ended up with a very short, very form fitting LBD, along with one just like it in red. They were cut very low in the front, and way lower in the back. No way to wear a bra with these dresses! The thought that Amy planned to take me out in public dressed in one of those dresses gave me a chill.

From the jewelry department, she picked out several sets of earrings, then made me pick out several as well. The same pattern was repeated with necklaces, then with bracelets. Finally, Amy picked out a very feminine watch for me.

We had already made several trips back to the car to drop off mountains of purchases, and my legs were feeling rather rubbery. It amazed me how Amy could just keep on going. She was a regular Energizer bunny! But at least she was MY Energizer bunny.

As she had all week, Amy coached me on how to move, how to speak, appropriate hand gestures, all the things that women do different than men. It had been difficult at first, but by now, many of the mannerisms were becoming second nature. In a way, that worried me, as I wondered how long it would take me to return to manhood. And I still had almost two months of living this way before the party!

We finally made it home, and I was so tired that Amy did the grilled chicken breasts tonight, while I managed to throw a salad together. As we ate, Amy went over what we had accomplished so far, and what we had left to go. This was definitely shaping up to be the strangest two months of my life, and it seemed as if it would just keep getting stranger.

That night in bed, the lovemaking was different. It was slow, and loving. Lots of kisses and caresses, licks and nips, sucking and gentle stroking. I never entered Amy that night, but we both reached synchronized, mind-blowing climaxes. Afterward as we cuddled, Amy told me that that was our first bout of real lesbian love. It would not be our last.

Sunday, September 6

Sunday morning Amy showed me how to recover the hairstyle I had received the prior day. Next was doing makeup as I had been shown in the salon. When Amy was satisfied with that, she had me remove what she called daytime makeup, and walked me through applying the more dramatic look needed at night. She pointed out that this was much the look we would try to achieve for the party. I had to practice that several times before she was satisfied. I got to spend most of the day in the highest heels I had, excepting the pair we were saving for Halloween. As the day progressed, and Amy had me moving around the house, my walking got better as my legs got sorer. By mid-afternoon, I just had to sit down.

Amy let me sit for a while, then herded me into the bedroom, telling me to bathe, shave anything that might need it, and then get into the clothes she would lay out for me. I asked what was up, but she just replied with an enigmatic "More training."

The hot bath with the aromatic bath oils felt heavenly, particularly to my aching calves. I was careful to keep my hair dry, as it takes some time to dry, and I didn't think we had the time tonight. I finally finished washing and dragged myself from the water. I walked into the bedroom stark naked, and found that Amy had set out one of our matched sets of sexy lingerie, black pantyhose, and a deep green knee-length dress, made of some fabric that would cling to my developing shape, and had a subtle sheen to it. I groaned as I saw the matching 4 inch pumps. I was not looking forward to more high heels today. I managed to do my makeup for evening, fix my hair, and get dressed without help from Amy, except for fastening the back of the dress. Amy wore a shorter midnight blue dress that clung above the waist, but hung full below. The fabric was the type that allowed the skirt to flare out when she spun around. I told her she was absolutely gorgeous. She told me she would tell me how incredible I looked except that it would feel like she was complementing herself!

Without explanation she led me to the car, and I sat quietly as she drove across town to a quiet upscale restaurant. She left the car with the valet, and I could feel his eyes roaming over me as he helped me from my seat. Amy noted that I blushed so fetchingly. That only made my face burn worse.

As we entered the restaurant, Amy spoke to the maitre d', who led us to a table. As we approached, I saw it was already occupied, and when we were close enough, Sandy stood to greet us.

"My, you look amazing, Jamie." She said as she gave me a peck on the cheek. "Say something so I can hear your voice."

"Hi Sandy. Amy didn't tell me we were meeting you tonight."

"You look smashing too, Amy." As she repeated the kissing gesture with my wife. "You know, Jamie, if Amy hadn't told me about your hair color, I am not sure I could have told which of you was which." Turning back to Amy, she said "She is really coming along remarkably. Her voice, her walk, everything I have observed tonight is very well on the way to matching you! You are doing a fantastic job of transferring your grace and style to her."

I blushed, and was becoming a little uncomfortable with Sandy's continued use of feminine pronouns. But then, I guess that is what I look like at the moment. If it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck… I'll just have to get used to it.

We had a lovely dinner, and Sandy seemed more comfortable in my presence than any social setting that I could remember. But then, she hated men, and I couldn't see any men at our table. Well, maybe 'hated men' is not right. She seems to think they are great for sex and heavy lifting, and not much else.

For a change from my customary salad, I had a delicious grilled fish with fresh steamed vegetables. Amy had the veal, and Sandy had me almost drooling over her petite filet. We did order a scrumptious chocolate cake to share for dessert, but I limited myself to just one taste. I was pretty full by that time anyway.

The conversation was mostly between Amy and Sandy, which I didn't mind. It's not that they ignored me, but that they talked a lot about the medical group, so I had little to contribute. I soaked up what I could, thinking it may be useful cover at the party. When the topic strayed to fashion or makeup, I felt comfortable adding my comments occasionally. After all, I had been in women's clothes and makeup for a brief while. Besides, I had read lots of Amy's magazines. Any time the talk turned to men, I became very interested in what was happening in the open kitchen across the restaurant.

Somewhere during the evening, I felt the call of nature, so I did the girl thing and asked Amy to visit the ladies room with me. Amy didn't respond quickly enough, because Sandy jumped right in and said she needed to visit there as well. So the two of us trooped off to no-mans land, which was going to be a first for me. We entered without incident, and I sought refuge in an unoccupied stall. I managed to figure out which parts of my clothing to pull up, and which to push down, and even remembered to sit while I did the deed. Pulling myself back together, I exited the stall and found Sandy refreshing her makeup at the mirror, so I joined her. Pulling my lipstick out of my purse, I quickly touched up my mouth. After putting it away, I noticed Sandy staring at my reflection.

"What?" I said.

"Oh, nothing. I just still find it hard to believe. The resemblance is uncanny. With a little more practice, and after Amy gets her hair done to match, I don't believe even I could tell you apart. Probably not even her own mother!"

"Yeah, I know. Scary, isn't it."

"No, actually, I think it's great. I think Amy could use a sister for a while, and I know this is making it far easier for me to be around you."

"I'm glad. That's the whole point, isn't it?" I said.

"Yes, that was the point. But do you ever wonder if it is maybe going too well?"

Now I was puzzled. "I don't follow."

She pursed her lips for a moment, then said "Do you ever feel that maybe this is right? That it is so easy for you to get into this because maybe this is the way it is supposed to be?"

"No! Stop that! You're scaring me!" And I felt tears welling up into my eyes. I blinked quickly and tried to get myself back under control. I didn't want to ruin my makeup. Besides, I'm a guy! I don't cry! But that didn't stop the tears from trying to come.

Sandy wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. But now I've caught a glimpse of what Amy sees in you. Maybe this is really going to work out for you and Amy and me. For Amy's sake, I hope so."

I gave Sandy a quick one-armed hug and moved toward the door. She picked up her purse and followed. When we got back to the table, Sandy insisted on paying the bill, saying how much she enjoyed having an all-girl get-together like this. I just smiled, and we all moved toward the entrance.

On the way home, Amy sensed there was something wrong, and asked. I didn't want to say anything, but she was able to get me to open up. I talked about Sandy's comments, and how it matched some of the thoughts I had had in the last couple days. And how scared I was that things would never be the same as they were when I was so happy in our love, before this challenge all started.

I looked over and saw tears streaming down Amy's cheeks as she drove. I slid over next to her, and rested my head on her shoulder. I whispered soothing words, and spoke of my never-ending love for her. She sobbed and told me she had the same fears originally, but since I had been doing so well so far, she had shoved them to the back of her mind and started enjoying my transformation. She had found it thrilling, each step I took toward being her twin, and now, hearing my worries, she felt guilty about the fun she had been having.

I reached up and kissed her cheek and said, "No, darling. That is exactly how I want you to feel about this. I want you to have fun. I want us to have fun. I have had a lot of fun with you so far, in spite of my worries. And I want us to succeed. I want your best friend to be my best friend. I have always liked Sandy, it's just that I haven't known how to handle her hostility. But now, with this insane masquerade, we have found a way. She has lost most of her hatred for me, and I think we can sustain that when I become your husband again."

"Mmmmm. That sounds so good right now. As much as I have been enjoying our lesbian love affair, I can't wait to get my manly husband back again! I love Jamie, and I love James even more!"

When we got home, I tried to show her that under all the paint and satin and implants, I was still the man she married, even if I didn't look like it. I think I got the point across pretty well. Amy didn't complain anyway. So that relieved both our fears a little, at least.

Monday, September 7

I think Amy and I were both a little more comfortable with the situation after last night. I helped Amy get ready for work, which was a nice sharing experience. Something that was better now than before. But I didn't want to add up too many pluses. I didn't want to have any reason to regret going back to James.

After Amy was off, I checked in with work, and found the testing of my last code was progressing well. That is one of the great advantages of consulting: as long as your work gets done on time, you don't have to work set hours. In fact, it was working out great for this escapade, giving me the time off I needed to pull this off.

I decided to get out and exercise to help trim the last little bit off my waist. Donning one of Amy's T shirts, shorts, and my new walking shoes, I did some stretching, then took off around the neighborhood, to the local park. The sun was still quite warm these days, but it was early enough in the day so as to not be uncomfortable.

After about a half hour, as I followed the walking path through the park, I noticed a guy checking me out from a bench along the path. He was about my age, and dressed for exercise. As I approached, he rose and fell in step with me. This made me fairly nervous, but I tried not to show it.

After a minute, he said "Hi, I'm Paul. I haven't seen you out here walking before, have I?"

"Hard to tell. I haven't walked for some time now. Decided I needed to get in a little better shape."

He looked me up and down critically, provoking a tingling sensation somewhere in my belly. How odd, I thought.

"I think you look like you're in great shape just as you are!"

My cheeks flushed, and I said "Not good enough to suit me." And stepped up my pace by several notches. Of course, he easily kept up with me. He had a much longer stride than I to match his greater height. I looked over at him suspiciously. I noted he was probably a little over 6 feet tall, broad shouldered, close cut very dark hair, regular featured face. Just the kind of guy girls probably find very attractive. Fortunately, I'm not a girl. At least mentally.

Unfortunately he did not know that, and kept trying to keep the conversation going. "So, you live close?"

"Sorry, my mommy told me not to talk to strange men."

He gave me a sideways glance. "Good for her! Do you always listen to Mommy?"

"Yup, always." I reversed course and started for home. Last I saw he was standing there shaking his head. It least he was a pretty nice guy. It was a little frustrating that as a woman I could not take my exercise in peace. On the other hand, it was kind of nice to talk to someone, even momentarily.

Paul may have interrupted the walk I had planned on taking, but it was just as well, as I was a little tired when I got home. I went to the bathroom and stripped to take a quick shower. Once again, I was bemused by the reflection in the mirror over the sink. Almost two weeks now (well, part of that as a mummy), and it was still pretty strange. But then, I had over 20 years with my old face and body, so I guess it was understandable. I noticed something in the reflection, and looked down at my breasts for a closer examination. I noticed that the areoles seemed larger, and slightly puffy. The nipples seemed larger than my normal pencil eraser size. I brushed my fake fingernails across the enlarging buds, and watched in amazement as they swelled before my eyes. Oh, they did not jut out stiff and hard like Amy's do when aroused, but I could see a definite difference. I also felt a difference, as the light brush sent tiny bolts of electricity downward toward my tummy. I decided it must be another side effect of the hormones, as yet unmentioned by my two doctors. I knew women's breasts were much more sensitive than the vestigial bumps men had. Maybe this would turn out to be another plus to this. Maybe I would get to taste, and even keep this little bonus of femininity.

I stroked the unfamiliar mounds on my chest some more, kneading then gently, causing more tingles to spread across my body. I kinda drifted in a very comfortable haze for a few minutes, then slowly roused to see that my decidedly unfemale part was standing up and taking notice of the delicious sensations I was creating.

I decided that was enough for now, and climbed into the hot shower. I first washed my hair with Amy's flower scented shampoo, then worked her conditioner through it. Picking up a puff and adding shower gel, I started scrubbing my body. I quickly slowed down and became much more gentle as I noticed that my skin was much more sensitive than before, and my normal shower scrub just downright hurt. Likewise, on exiting the shower, I learned first hand why Amy was always patting herself dry. I picked up the clothes I had dumped on the bathroom floor to transfer to the laundry hamper, and only then realized how short and tight those shorts were, and blushed as I realized just why Paul had interrupted my walk.

I slipped into one of Amy's shortalls, a pair of my new panties and a tube top for the rest of the afternoon around the house. I used my blow dryer on my hair. Fortunately, except for the golden blonde color and the feminine trim, my hair was much as I was used to taking care of it in the past. It was getting a little longer, and strangely seems softer and shinier than I remembered. We had decided I needed it as long as possible for the Halloween disguise.

After a salad for lunch I tidied up the house a bit, dusting and cleaning the kitchen counters. I mopped the kitchen and bathroom floors. This is my normal routine during the slack times with my consulting. Kind of building up a credit balance on the housework to make up for the times I burn the candle at both ends trying to meet impossible deadlines. Amy has to take care of things pretty much by herself during those times.

I went back to practicing Amy's voice with the tape recorder. As I listened, I thought I was getting pretty good. I would have to get Amy to record some more phrases this evening for me to practice. Next I went to practice hair and makeup. I was slowly getting better at it, and did not have to scrub the makeup off as frequently before making a successful attempt. Just for fun, each time I did the makeup, I tried a different shade of lipstick, just to see what difference it made in my look.

I had just finished one pass at makeup, and was critically inspecting the result in the mirror when the doorbell rang. I hopped up and scurried to the door to see who it was. Only after swinging the door wide open did it occur to me that I was not a man anymore, and that I should take more precautions. Not that I was weaker or less capable of defending myself than before, its just that a man is less likely to be attacked in these circumstances because he is perceived to be better able to resist. Besides, many attackers are looking for something only a woman can provide.

Fortunately it was just a delivery for Amy. I kind of giggled when I noticed how the delivery man was looking at me, which in turn caused my cheeks to flush. I thanked him for the package and quickly closed the door.

The package was addressed to Amy, and was from someplace called the Glamour Boutique. Hmmmm. Must be some clothing Amy had found on the web, I thought. I set the box on the table in the entry and went back to the bedroom. Around 5 I went to the kitchen to start dinner, and got everything ready, so it would just take a few minutes to prepare when Amy arrived. I opened a chilled bottle of white wine in the fridge, poured a glass and sat in the family room to wait.

I heard the door open, and Amy set her purse on the table where I had placed her box. I then heard her going off to the bedroom, and just sat waiting for her return. A minute later I heard her calling for me to come and see. When I entered the bedroom, Amy was holding something behind her back, and had a big goofy grin on her face.

"What?" I asked.

"Come closer, I have some surprises for you!"

Prewarned by the twinkle in her eye, I eased closer to her.

"Which do you want first, left or right?" she asked.

Since I had no clue what either was, I just said right. She whipped out her right hand to reveal what appeared to be a lump of flesh-colored rubber. Being careful not to touch it, I looked it over, then looked a question at Amy.

Her grin broadened. "It's a fake vagina."

"Huh?" What on earth, I thought.

"It's a high tech version of the gaff. It tucks your manhood away out of sight. And in this case, leaves behind what appears to all but the closest inspection to be a pussy!"

I was flabbergasted! "And why do we need that?"

She giggled. "All part of making you blend in. Besides, with this little bit of magic and your current other endowments, you can even wear one of my skimpiest bikinis! This is the closing weekend for the waterpark across town, and we are going to make a day of it!"

"Um, Amy, I don't think I can do that. Come on, sweetheart, you were raised to be ready for this, but I've only been a girl less than two weeks. Amy, I just can't!" With that, a tear started trickling down my cheek, shortly followed by another, then more, then a flood. What was happening to me? I collapsed on the bed and Amy quickly crawled in beside me.

"Shhh, honey. It's OK. Come on, baby, it's alright. Shh." Amy held me, and stroked my back and soothed me till the torrent petered out and I slowly regained control. "It's OK, Jamie. Let it all out. Welcome to womanhood, honey. This is another side effect of those hormones you are taking. These mood swings will get easier to handle over the next couple weeks."

When I was able to direct a watery smile to Amy, she pulled me up and said, "Come on, let's go eat that dinner you fixed. We can talk about all this later."

We quickly grilled the fish and vegetables, and were soon sitting at the table eating a light supper. Amy told me about her day, and I told her about my walk, and meeting Paul.

"Oh, ho! Paul, huh? Slipping into character pretty good, aren't we?"

I blushed and said nothing. She said, "Just kidding, Jamie. I think it's great that you get out of the house on your own. Many of my tg patients have to wait months before they are willing to go out dressed." She grinned and giggled. "Of course, it probably helps a lot to know you're as pretty as me!"

I chuckled, stuck out my chest, and said "Prettier!" Then I had to run for the bedroom. Amy caught me there, and started tickling me mercilessly. Of course, one thing led to another, and we were soon naked and seriously occupied for quite a while. I gasped as Amy stroked and massaged my super sensitive titties. She peered at them closely before I distracted her by sucking one of her nipples deep into my mouth.

As we recovered and cuddled, I looked at Amy and asked "Do you really want to go to the waterpark this weekend?"

"Definitely!"

"Why?"

"Because I love you, and I want you to enjoy this time as my sister, and experience everything!"

"Ok." I said weakly. My eyes were downcast.

Amy tilted my head up to look in my eyes. She kissed the tip of my nose and asked "Really?"

I kissed her nose too. "Really!"

We went back to the kitchen to clean up the mess we ran out on, and for me to take my customary evening pills. I then asked Amy about recording more phrases for my voice practice. Speaking in nearly her voice had become a habit, and neither of us really noticed anymore. She listened to my recorded lessons from today and made a few comments that I practiced, then set about recording more words and phrases for tomorrow.

We spent an hour or so of companionable silence in the family room, Amy with her romance novel, and me with my Cosmo that was my reading assignment. Some of the stuff they print in there is just plain incredible. As in not credible. What self respecting gal would ever do something like that with a guy! We retired fairly early and snuggled together before drifting off to sleep.

Tuesday, September 8

I awoke to find Amy watching me intently.

"What?"

"I just still find it unbelievable how you look. And how well you are taking all of this. You are such a wonderful man! I still cannot believe my luck in catching you," she said in a soft voice.

"Catching me! I thought I caught you!" I paused, and a sad look came over my face. "But I'm not much of a man anymore."

"James! You are all the man I need, or will ever need!" She giggled before continuing, "and all the woman, too." Another pause. "And you do both of them so well!" She pulled me against her and gave me a bear hug.

"Thanks." I whispered into her ear, before blowing softly into it.

"Ooo, stop that, or we will never get out of bed! Besides, there is another present I never got to give you last night." I looked at her, and she pulled a vivid red something with lots of strings and little bows from beneath her pillow. "This is something to help you tame that last two inches of waistline you need."

"What is it?" I stared at it quizzically.

"It's a corset, silly. This will help you suck it in and get that waist down to match my 23 inches. Come on, get up. Let me get you into this, and you can wear it around the house today. Later, maybe we can fit you into one of my impossibly small dresses and we can go out for dinner."

She moved behind me and passed the contraption around my waist, and fastened all the hooks. It was slightly snug, extending from a bit below my breasts to down over my hips, but I couldn't see how it was going to trim 2 inches off my waist. Then she started pulling on the strings, which were lacings down the back. She kept working up and down the back of the corset tightening, tightening, until I felt like I was being cut in half. Then she told me to grab the top of the bedroom door and brace myself. I felt her knee in the middle of my back and she gave a tremendous heave. The blasted thing pulled some more, and I was sure I couldn't draw any breath. Then she gave another heave, and quickly tied off the laces.

Pulling out her tape measure, she pulled it around my waist and crowed, "23 inches! That is fantastic! You just keep on eating as you have, keep up the walking you started, and keep this on for the next few weeks, and you will be all set!"

I finally managed to get enough breath together to wheeze "but I can't breathe." Wheeze. "I think I am going to pass out!"

"Oh, don't be such a pantywaist!" Giggle. "You'll be just fine. Just relax and take slow breaths. You'll get used to it!"

"But I don't want to get used to it!"

Amy just laughed as she went into the bathroom to get ready for work. I carefully slipped on Amy's transparent robe and went to fix coffee and breakfast. By the time Amy came out, I at least felt like I wasn't going to black out.

"How can you expect me to wear this all day long?"

She got a mischievous glint in her eye and smirked, "Well, if you can figure out how to take it off, be my guest."

I looked at it and realized Houdini couldn't even have gotten out of this deathtrap!

I had a pleading look in my eye as I kissed Amy goodbye, but she just giggled as she walked out to the car and left for work.

Today, my walk was considerably different. With the corset on, my posture was stiffly erect, and I wore much more concealing clothes as I didn't want to show it off to the world. I also couldn't shower when I returned, so I was careful to keep the pace such as to minimize sweating. Or is that perspiring, now that I'm a girl? I didn't see Paul today, thank god, nor did anyone else try to walk along with me. The day was looking up!

That night we finally got around to investigating the gaff. I stripped in our room while Amy collected the necessary supplies. After reading the instructions, Amy fitted me into the internal sleeve, spread adhesive on the edges and mating surfaces, and carefully held it in place till the adhesive set. After closely inspecting her handywork, she dragged me in front of the big mirror. Looking back at me was a woman. A complete woman. There was nothing anywhere that said this was in any way masculine. I'm not sure how I felt right at that moment. Other than very confused.

The rest of the week passed much the same. Thankfully, Amy let me out of the corset in the evening to bathe, but not long afterward she trussed me up like a Christmas goose again, and I found out what it was like to sleep in the corset. Oh, joy! One note, the gaffe survived soaking in the bath with flying colors. I made sure we removed it before we went to bed. I wasn't going to let anything get in the way of Amy's and my pleasure.

Thursday, September 10

Amy and Sandy met again for lunch, as they did most Thursdays when one or the other was not tied up. As they had that fateful day two weeks prior when this whole insane scenario began.

Amy was positively bubbling about the progress I was making in looks, behavior, and the way I was taking it all in stride. Sandy soaked up Amy's good mood, and smiled back at her. But inside she had the wickedest grin. With her background, she thought it was the greatest thing to see this happening to a man, and to have him willing, and apparently happily, changing himself into the next thing to a real woman was a real charge for her. But she knew she couldn't let on to Amy.

She was, however, truly impressed with James for his attitude and humor. She thought that if he really became a woman, she could see her as a real friend. She was not so sure yet how it would play out if he went back to manhood.

Be that as it may, she felt it was time to start pushing this to the next level.

"Amy, it is so great to see you so happy! I think Jamie is making a fantastic effort! And she is so successful at everything so far!" She got a sly grin on her face. "So how is it being married to your twin sister? I mean it must feel like that, what with Jamie learning to talk, walk, and act just like you. So, you ready to keep her as a women for the next few years?"

"Yes, I just find this so thrilling. She is such a good sport, and such a quick study." She turned thoughtful for a moment. "But I don't think I want to keep him this way. I love Jamie a lot, but I married James, and I love him like no other in the world!"

Sandy caught Amy's pause, and just the hint of uncertainty, and thought there was definitely something there to work with. But she backed off that for now, and focused on her next baby step. "I'm glad for that. But with his training proceeding so well, what did you have in mind next. It seems like he is ready to move on to the advanced course!"

Amy frowned. "You know, I hadn't thought this far ahead. I assumed it would take Jamie longer to reach this point, and this, with a little more polishing was all I really planned before the party." She thought for a moment. "But you are right, he has made such excellent progress it seems a shame not to keep the momentum. There seems no limit on how deeply we can immerse Jamie in his womanhood!" Another pause. "But I really have no idea how to proceed. Any ideas?"

Sandy appeared thoughtful. She had to be careful. She couldn't appear too anxious, or to have a too well thought out plan. Baby steps. "Well, he seems to have taken to the lessons so far like a duck to water. Maybe we need to generalize the education. So far, you have focused Jamie on very specific goals of imitating you. Maybe, in order to get the best imitation, you need to drop the tight focus, and just give Jamie a smattering of all the lessons all the other girls learned in their teens that poor Jamie missed out on."

"Ok, sounds reasonable, but what?"

Careful now, Sandy. Tread lightly. "Well, one thing he will need at the party is to be able to interact with people, not just speaking and walking like you, but handling spontaneous situations. He will need to interact with both men and women, without your continual supervision. Hmmmm. I know. Lets take him out to a dance club tomorrow night. You know it's OK for us girls to dance with each other, and that will get him used to being seen in public."

Amy wrinkled her forehead in concentration. "Seems reasonable."

"And if any men see three beautiful unattached women and ask us to dance, so much the better."

"I don't know about that, Sandy. I think that would make Jamie awfully uncomfortable. She is a pretty shy girl, you know."

Sandy noted the feminine pronouns happily. "But Amy, if he is to pull off the masquerade at the party, he will have to dance with men. You always do. So he might as well get used to it early so it will seem natural to him as well as everyone else at the party."

Amy's frown deepened. "You make it sound so reasonable, but I'm not sure how Jamie would handle it."

Sandy saw the opening and dove straight for it. "Well, you agreed it was good to get him used to being seen, and he would be comfortable dancing with you, so lets just go clubbing, take it slow and easy, and see how he reacts."

"Well, OK."

"Great! Why don't we meet at 'Rhinestone' at 8:00 tomorrow. Gotta run. Bye."

"OK, bye," Amy said to Sandy's retreating back.

Friday, September 11

Amy called me mid-afternoon and told me we were going out to eat at a nice restaurant tonight. She explained that I needed to get used to being seen as a beautiful woman in public. She said she would be home earlier than usual so she could get me out of my corset to get ready.

She arrived as promised and removed my personal torture device. Funny though, I hardly noticed it anymore. She shooed me to the bathroom to bathe and shave. She then pulled out the LBD and its red twin, along with complementary lingerie and my black and her red 5" pumps. She then ran to the hall bath and showered quickly to hurry the preparations. The bath oil made my skin feel so soft and smell so nice, and the powder left me feeling so smooth that I was positively giddy. I came out of the bathroom to find that Amy was already finished with her shower and applying her makeup. She paused to truss me back into the red corset, then glued the gaff in place. She didn't want to take any chances with unsightly bulges. I slipped into my lingerie and pantyhose while she finished her makeup. She helped me put my hair up in a sophisticated arrangement with a few loose tendrils framing my face. She then quickly did her hair, while keeping an eye on my progress with the dramatic evening makeup. I was getting much better at this, but Amy could still do a better job and finish in half the time.

We then shimmied into our dresses and stepped into the heels. As I walked toward the mirror, I marveled at the progress I had made walking in heels the last two weeks. Amy came up beside me and we were awestruck by the vision in the mirror. What shone back at us were two lovely twins, one a golden blond in a revealing black dress that clung to every curve from shoulder to thigh, beside another with very dark hair and the same dress in red, clinging just as effectively to what appeared to be an identical set of curves.

Neither of us could come up with any words that fit the moment. We didn't need to. We both knew how we felt, and how the other felt as well. We just silently picked up our purses and walked to the car.

At the restaurant, the valet fell all over himself to help these two gorgeous ladies out of their car, and just stood and watched them walk in the door before parking their car. We had a lovely dinner. Conversation had always come easily between Amy and I, but with my change, it seemed even easier, and more meaningful. We sipped wine while we ate, and by the end of dinner, I had almost become comfortable with all the attention we received from the male customers and staff. Not a few of the females as well.

Back in the car, I noticed we were not headed toward home, and asked Amy where we were going. She told me I'd see. We pulled up in front of one of the more popular dance clubs in town. I put my hand gently on Amy's arm and questioned her with my eyes. She said she had already told me I had to become comfortable with being seen in public, and I had done so well at the restaurant she was sure I would be fine here. I gave a resigned shrug. The scene with the valet was a repeat of the restaurant. We walked into the dim club, and Amy looked around till she saw someone waving at us. As we approached, I saw it was Sandy. She greeted us both with a hug and a peck on the cheek, then was signaling a waiter to take our drink order. Sandy was already working on some exotic looking drink that Amy and I both decided to try. We sat and watched. The club was too loud to carry on a conversation, but Amy and Sandy leaned together occasionally to exchange some comment. By the time I started my second drink, I was getting used to the stares and attention of the men near our table. After a while, Sandy said we should get up and dance a little. I wasn't sure, what with the 5" heels, but Amy grabbed my arm and dragged me after Sandy.

And so it was that I had my first opportunity to take part in that decidedly female ritual of the girls dancing together. At first I was very stiff, and very afraid I would twist an ankle or fall in my heels. After a while, my confidence rose, and I started to enjoy the freedom girls have when they dance. After a couple songs, we returned to our table, to start our third drink. After a rest, Amy dragged me back to the floor. The fast song finished almost immediately, to be followed by a slow dance. Amy took me into her arms as if she were the man, and led me around the dance floor. Dancing backward, and in high heels made me a little clumsy at first, but soon I relaxed. As Amy and I are the same height, I was able to lay my head on her shoulder, and found myself very comfortable following her lead. After another fast dance, we returned to the table to find Sandy gone. We finally spotted her dancing with a tall handsome man. Just a few moments later, a waiter arrived with two more drinks. When we explained we hadn't ordered them, he pointed to a couple of men at a table across the room. I was about to send the drinks back when Amy picked up one of them and lifted it to our benefactors in a salute or greeting. As one, the men rose and started making their way toward us.

"What are you doing!" I hissed.

She looked at me a little shocked, and said "Why, shame on you! I am being polite! These gentlemen bought us a drink, the least we can do is say thank-you. Don't you think?"

I grudgingly agreed, but scowled at her just the same.

"Wipe that miserable expression off your face!" she told me, "or you will end up with frown lines." I tried, but not very successfully. "Just smile a little like I know you can, and be polite."

The two men arrived about that time and introduced themselves as Jack, a very tall, slender but still muscular blond, and Kevin, broader than Jack, and about 6' tall. Amy motioned them to take a seat, much to my chagrin, introduced us as Jamie and Amy, and proceeded to thank them for the drinks. Jack leaned toward Amy so he could talk to her and be heard above the music. I sat and glowered at Amy until I felt a touch on the arm and turned to see Kevin trying to get my attention. When I turned to him, he lit up with the greatest smile. It just shone from his face, and I could not help but smile back at him.

"That's better!" he told me. "This is a much better expression for the face of such a beautiful woman."

I blushed a bright red, and didn't know what to say, so I just sat there and stared at that great smile. I jolted back from wherever I had drifted mentally to realize Kevin was speaking to me.

"I'm sorry, I seem to have zoned there for a moment. What was it you were saying?"

Kevin's smile got even bigger as he said "What a wonderful voice you have. How can you keep that all to yourself? I was just asking what you do for a living?"

I tried to collect my thoughts. Best stick as close to the truth as possible, since remembering a made-up history could be a problem. "I am a computer consultant," I said shyly. "What about you?"

"Oh. I am just a lower level manager for one of the tech firms here in town. Are you any good?"

"Haven't had any complaints from my customers so far. Well, not many, that is." I was finding this conversation quite uncomfortable. I found it hard to look at Kevin as we talked, but occasionally he would flash that smile, and I couldn't help but return a flicker of a smile myself. I glanced over at Amy and Jack. They seemed to be doing about the same as Kevin and I, but Amy seemed much more at ease. So I made a determined effort to relax, and see the evening through.

Once he saw I was relaxing, Kevin worked around to asking me to dance. I couldn't help it, I flinched, just a little. "No, I'm sorry. I've had a couple of really trying days, and Amy and I just came out to try to relax a little. I don't think I am up to dancing tonight. Maybe another time." I think he noticed me flinch, so he didn't push, for which I was grateful.

Shortly after that I got Amy's attention, and suggested it was time we get home. Seeing the strained expression on my face, she made our excuses to Jack and Kevin, thanked them both again for the drink and the company, and we left.

The relief from the tension came as soon as we got into our car. I felt drained, and slumped in my seat as Amy drove home.

"It wasn't as bad as all that, was it honey?" Amy queried as she drove.

I thought a while before answering. "I guess not, but I found it very difficult in there, Amy. You have been a beautiful female all your life, so you know how to do that kind of thing. I have had only two weeks, with virtually no social interaction with men. I just didn't know what to do, and it made me incredibly nervous."

"Oh, Jamie. I am so sorry. I should have taken it a little slower, I guess. It just seemed that this was a good way to get more ready for the party. I promise, we will slow down. We still have several weeks before Halloween."

We got home, cleaned off the makeup, removed and hung our dresses, and tossed our lingerie in the hamper, but Amy hadn't removed the corset. When she started stroking my mostly bare body, I asked about it, and she reminded me I needed to get my waist a bit trimmer. I gave a resigned, theatrical sigh, and Amy pushed me down on the bed, told me to stay, and sashayed her nude body into the closet. In moments she return, in the process of fastening a white version of my corset around her waist. I didn't even know she had a corset!

"Here, come up here and help me lace this up, sexy lady!" This should be fun, I thought. I noticed that she didn't complain as I tightened, and retightened. Trying to shame me, I guess. When I had finished, she whipped out her tape, and crowed, "Aha! Only 20". Got you beat again!" And grinned at me as she pushed me back onto the bed and proceeded to ravish me. Just us two lesbian lovers, dressed only in matching red and white corsets.

Saturday, September 12

Saturday was spent around the house. We managed to sandwich several sessions of steamy sex in amongst the practice sessions with voice, gestures, walking, makeup, hair styling, and clothing selection, as well as a couple baths to wash off the sweat and fluids of our passion. I must have ended up in a half dozen complete outfits, each including appropriate makeup, lingerie, and hairstyle. About 6 pm I was examining the beauty in the mirror, casually clad in painted on jeans, a tight red tube top, and leather boots with 4" heels. After Amy looked me over, she suggested we go out to eat, someplace casual so I could get more comfortable being seen. I agreed as long as she would agree to no men!

We selected a western style barbeque place that we enjoyed. We received a lot of appraising looks from men and women, but I seemed to be getting used to that. It didn't bother me nearly as much as it had. Seems like Amy's strategy is working some. And tomorrow threatened to be a doozie of a test!

Sunday, September 13

The day dawned bright and clear. The outlook was for above average temperatures. Despite my misgivings, I was looking forward to getting out, and a waterpark sounded like great fun. The laid-back experience last night had settled my nerves, and I was feeling more confident.

Amy lived up to her threat as she handed me a very skimpy patriotic red, white and blue bikini. I looked at it and decided I might look more demure if I was stark naked!

"Amy!" She just grinned and held up the bikini she would be wearing, which was at least as revealing, in a rich emerald green.

Amy helped me paste the gaff in place, then I got into the bikini to make sure my fake parts were either covered or looked real. Amy approved the look with a huge grin. I covered the suit with really short shorts, and a halter top that tied below my boobs. I loved Amy showing off her body. Now I got to do it for her! We tossed some towels in a beach bag, added some panties for after and a couple tubes of suntan lotion, donned our sunglasses, and headed out.

The ride to the park was uneventful, apart from the appreciative looks we got from men along the way. Being the last day of the season, the parking lot was pretty full when we arrived, and I knew there would be a big crowd all day. We found a shady spot on some grass to spread out towels and park our stuff. Amy quickly stripped down to her bikini. I nervously looked around before slowly following suit. I noticed several high school aged boys were having trouble staying on course as they walked past. I pretended not to notice, but gave my hips a little extra shimmy as I worked the shorts down, and hid a grin. But Amy noticed, and giggled at me.

That kind of set the tone for the day. As we roamed the park, trying the various water attractions, I watched Amy and tried to imitate her actions. She was not being particularly flirty, but she sure wasn't hiding her body, either. Occasionally Amy would notice me observing and imitating, so she would spice things up again for a few minutes, to see if I would reciprocate. At first, I was too shy, but as the day wore on, I loosened up, and by late in the afternoon, whenever Amy put on one of these shows, I would try to top her, without being too brazen.

Several times during the day, we worked the suntan lotion into each others body. I really enjoyed the feeling of stroking the lotion over all of Amy's exposed flesh. I loved the feel of her hands all over me, too. Sometime in the afternoon, when Amy picked up the lotion bottle, a man sitting with a friend near us offered to apply the lotion for her. She quickly glanced at me, and when I didn't immediately react, she grinned and turned to him saying "Sure." So he and his friend came over and introduced themselves as Peter and Jacob. Do all of these pairs of hunks get turned out of the same molds? This could just as well have been Jack and Kevin from the other night.

Amy lay down on her tummy, and Jacob squirted some lotion in his hand, and started smoothing it over Amy's back. He worked gently from her ankles working upward, massaging the lotion into Amy's tanned skin. I heard Peter clear his throat, and tore my eyes away from my wife to see what he wanted. He motioned for me to lie down beside Amy. I glanced quickly at her, then shrugged my shoulders and did so, turning my head toward Amy so I could keep an eye on Jacob's wandering hands. Soon I felt Peter start on my back as well. It was so weird, this was so different than having Amy smooth the lotion on me. Peter used his big strong hands to really work the lotion into my skin, and to work the tension out of the muscles at the same time. I let out a little sigh, and let my eyes drift shut. He worked upward, and seemed to spend a little too much time when he reached my upturned bottom, working around the edge of the all too scarce material of my bikini. I started to squirm a little, and tense, so he quickly moved on.

As he got to my upper back, I could feel him sliding his hands up under the thin string of my bikini top, then suddenly it was undone and moved off to the side. I flinched slightly, but Peter seemed oblivious, and just used the extra access to make sure he covered my back evenly, working up to my shoulders, and then down first one, then the other arm. As he worked down the arms, he 'accidentally' brushed against the sides of my breasts, but I couldn't tell if it was intentional. He didn't take advantage, just continued his steady progress, so I chose to ignore it.

When Peter finished, he tapped me on the shoulder, and I looked up at him to see what he wanted, remembering to keep my chest pressed to the ground so I wouldn't lose my unfastened top. He motioned for me to turn over. I glanced at Amy to see she already had, and that Jacob was working his way up her long lithe legs. I reached behind me to retie the bikini, but Peter brushed my hands aside and did it for me. I think he was hoping I would forget.

Peter had started working up my legs as well, when I heard Amy say "Thank-you, Jacob, I think I can finish now." I looked over and saw that Jacob was coming a might close to treasure land, but Amy was reaching for the bottle of lotion. Jacob gave it to her, and sat back on his haunches to watch Amy finish the job. I did the same with Peter when he came too close for comfort. We finished our task under the watchful eyes of Jacob and Peter. When we finished, Amy thanked them again, and they replied that it was their pleasure.

Peter then suggested they buy us an ice cream cone, and Amy accepted. Each guy pulled their respective lady to her feet and guided us to a nearby building with their hands in the small of our backs. I was uncomfortable with that, but since Amy allowed it, I did too.

After ice cream, they suggested walking around the park together to try a few of the rides. Amy agreed, but when they tried to take our hands, we demurred, and Amy and I walked hand-in-hand between them. We tried several slides, often with Amy and I sharing a mat or inner tube, but the guys managed to talk us into riding with them on a couple. I thought it would be very uncomfortable to have Peter's arms around me as we rode the slide, but strangely, it was not too bad.

On the super-fast slide, we had to ride individually. They really should put a warning sign up on those rides, because I popped out of my top when I hit the pool at the bottom. I had an embarrassing few moments as I tried to get myself covered again, and blushed brightly at the round of applause from the crowd around the slide. I was mortified, and wanted to run and hide, but Amy grabbed my hand and hugged me, then we walked slowly away, with Peter and Jacob following.

We had spent a long time in the sun, so we said our farewells to the boys, collected our belongings, and headed out to the car.

Monday, September 14

Monday, I once again helped Amy prepare for work. She had me do her hair for her, and I suggested a different blouse to go with the skirt she had chosen. She looked at me and smiled. "We'll make a lady out of you yet, girlie!"

I just grinned back. At least some parts of this were really fun!

After Amy left for work, I checked my email, and found that testing had turned up a few flaws in my code. I spent the next several days buried in my program, figuring out where I went wrong, and developing a fix for the problem. That didn't leave me much time for anything else. I had the revised code finished and tested to the best of my ability by Thursday afternoon.

I did find time each morning to take a break for a walk. After all, I still had a couple of inches to work or diet off before Halloween.

Tuesday, September 15

On Tuesday's walk I came across Paul sitting on the same bench as before, and once again he rose and started pacing me.

"Hello again. Nice to see you out again. I haven't noticed you out for the last week."

I smiled a little shyly, and answered "Nope, it's been a pretty busy week. I only walked one other time last week, and then again yesterday."

Paul smiled, and said "I see we're making progress here. Last week I was a strange man, and now I must be a friend, otherwise you wouldn't be talking to me. Remember mommy's orders!"

He was right. I was making progress. Just over a week ago I had nearly run for my life when a stranger talked to me. And look at me now. I returned a crooked grin and said "Well, maybe not a friend yet, but at least a little bit less strange!"

"What, me strange?" and cackled with a mad scientist laugh and a really twisted expression on his face. I couldn't help it, I giggled.

"That's better." He said. "You really should try to smile more. Don't want any frown lines marring that pretty face, now, do we?"

"Oh, my heavens, we couldn't have that! But don't worry, this is just a borrowed face, so we don't have to sweat that particular problem. My fairy godmother will be taking it back soon."

"Huh?"

"Oh, nothing. I was just proving that I was even stranger than you!"

"It will take a lot more than that to make that particular proof!" was his reply.

"So what is it you do that allows you to be out walking this time of day?" he asked.

Again, Jamie girl, stick to the truth when possible! "I am a computer consultant, and right now I am in a lull between phases of a contract. And what is it you do? How is it you can be out here now?"

"Huh? Oh, I'm one of those hotshot desk jockeys for SammaTech, downtown. I have an agreement with my boss that I have to keep my hours under 80 a week, unless we are in a bind. That often lets me have free time in the mornings. Just your typical workaholic, trying to keep in a little bit of shape."

I gazed intently up and down his hard body. "Looks like you do OK!" I smirked.

We continued around the park, chatting about inconsequentials, me eventually too short of breath to talk much, but Paul having no problem. I envied him his fitness.

When we got to the place I had to split off the path to return home, I told him goodbye. He asked if he would see me out walking again, and when. I answered "Oh, maybe."

When I got home, I stripped down to the unremovable corset that I was hardly noticing any more. I was also wearing the gaff to get used to it, and to show the right body lines under my walking clothes. Since I couldn't bathe, I gave myself a sponge bath to hold me till Amy got home.

I walked every morning that week, but only saw Paul one other time. That day the conversation came even easier. Well, I mused, I guess I really am making some progress.

Continued in part 3

  

  

  

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