Turnabout Party

by Teddie S

Chapter 3

The Party

    

We slept in on Saturday knowing that we would probably be up late that night. I was the first one up and it was interesting getting up with the forms still attached. I took my clothes, including a regular bra, into the bathroom to get dressed, so as not to disturb Jackie. When I took off the sleep bra, I checked the makeup around the seams of the forms and I still had to look very hard to see the seams. It appeared that the makeup Breann had given us was very good.

Saturday passed fairly quickly and the party was to start at eight. After a light diner, Jackie and I started getting ready. Again we were both running around in just panties and bra, until Jackie changed into the jockey shorts and we bound her breasts.

It was nice not having to put a wig on, but just work with my own hair. With Jackie's help, it was back to the way Jerome had styled it. I spent a good long time getting my makeup just perfect.

It didn't take long for Jackie to become Jace and start getting into character. Her first comment was, "Well bitch, you'd better look perfect tonight."

I glanced over at Jace and could see his package bulging. I said, "Jace. Honey. For you baby, I'll look better than perfect."

We finished getting ready at a little after seven. As we were looking each other over Jace said, "All kidding aside, you look good enough to eat."

I think I actually blushed at that and said, "I'll be a four course meal for you."

Just before we left Jace set up the digital camera and took a dozen or so pictures.

Neither of us were sure about driving in the shoes we were wearing. Since Jace could change his easier then I could, he slipped on a pair of loafers and drove.

We were about two miles from home, when the inside of the car lit up with blue flashing lights. Jace looked at me and said, "What did I do?"

"Nothing that I know of."

We pulled over to the side of the road and stopped. The officer walked up to Jace's side of the car and said, "Sir. Can I see your drivers license, registration, and proof of insurance? You do you know why I stopped you?"

In a very feminine voice Jace said, "Yes sir. And, no sir, I don't know why you stopped us. Was I speeding?"

As I got the registration out of the glove box, Jace pulled his wallet out of his pocket, and dug out his drivers license. The officer took Jace's, actually Jackie's drivers license and said, "Your licence plate light is burned out." Then he looked at the license and said, "Ah . . . What's going on?"

"We're going to a costume party."

He shined his flashlight in my face and said, "Miss. Do you have any identification?"

"Yes sir.", I said as I dug into my purse and handed him my drivers license.

He looked at both the licenses, then shining his flashlight in Jace's face, asked, "You're Jackie Barker?"

"Yes sir."

Then shining his flashlight in my face, he asked, "And, you're Andy Barker?"

"Yes sir."

"You live at?"

"785 Inland Lane."

"And, you were born?"

"September nineteenth nineteen-eighty-two."

"Hmm. Stay in the car. I'll be right back." And, he walked back to his car.

Jace and I looked at each other. I thought Jace was going to cry so I said, "Don't worry. I think he's just checking our drivers licenses and the car registration."

"I hope. I've never been stopped before."

"Relax. It'll be fine."

The officer was gone for a few minutes and Jace got more nervous the longer he was gone. He finally walked back to the car and as he handed our paper work back to Jace, he said, "It appears that everything's in order. But, get that light fixed."

"We will officer.", Jace replied.

"By the way, good costumes. You had me fooled. Especially Mr. Barker. Have fun at the party. And, drive carefully."

"Thank you officer. We will."

The police officer walked back to his car. Jace put his hands on the steering wheel and his head on his hands. He sat there for a few moments before sitting back up and saying, "I thought I was going to pee myself."

"You were getting a little nervous."

We finished the drive to the party center. They had valet parking and we let them park the car for us. Of course the valet opened the door for me and offered me his hand, which I took. The only thing the valet looked at was my cleavage and it made me feel very self conscious. Jace saw it and as he took my arm and said, "Now you know how girls feel."

There were a couple parties going on and we really got the once over from a number of people. We figured out which room ours was in and walked toward the door. Jace opened the door for me. I saw everyone inside and froze. If I had been Beth I would have walked in without hesitation, but as Brandy I was as nervous as hell.

Jace whispered, "From what I'm seeing you're the best looking girl here."

"That's what worries me.", I whispered back.

He carefully guided me into the room. It was interesting seeing some of these people dressed as the opposite sex. There were some that looked fairly good and others that looked like guys in a dress or girls in a suit. Some of the girls dressed as guys looked really good.

I could feel Jace start to get into character. He stood as tall as he could and started walking with an air of control. I started falling into Brandy's roll of a call girl and hung onto Jace's arm.

The first couple we ran into was the owner of the company, Mr. Brenner and his wife. He was dressed as a harem girl and his wife as a sultan. It wasn't hard at all to tell it was Mr. Brenner. His eyes actually got very big when he figured out who we were. He looked at Jace and his first comment was just, "Jackie?"

Jace, in the best masculine voice he could muster, said, "Yes. But, tonight it's Jace."

"Ah. . . . You were supposed to bring your husband."

"This is Andy. But, tonight he's Brandy."

"No way. This is a real girl."

With a smile I answered, "No. It's me Mr. Brenner, Andy Barker."

"No way. You're too pretty and you've . . . you've got breasts."

"All an illusion Mr. Brenner. A lot of makeup and such."

"God. Wait until Richards' sees you. He's been strutting around here spouting off that he's got the contest all sown up."

I saw Jace get a broad smile on his face and he said, "I figured that he would be doing that. That's why we went all out for this."

"You did do that. I would never have guessed that this was Andy."

With a wink Jace said, "It's not, remember that tonight it's Brandy."

I caught the couple that came as Al Capone and his gun moll looking at us very closely, and I asked Mr. Brenner, "Did the Richards' come as Capone and his gun moll?"

"Why yes.", he answered.

"Thought so. They've really been giving us a very close look."

"Where are they?", Jace asked.

"Over by the bar."

Jace looked over that way and just grinned. We excused ourselves and walked toward the bar. Everyone there was giving us the once over. We walked up to the bar and Jace said, "Hi Frank. You look good."

"Oh God. It is you Jackie. But, this can't be Andy?"

"Oh, but it is. Want to pay up now or later."

"No. It's got to be a ringer. You got one of your girlfriends to come with you."

Jace looked at me and said, "No, it's really Andy. Tell 'em honey."

"Frank it's really me. Andy."

He just stood there looking me up and down. Then said, "God you make a pretty girl."

"Just for tonight. Then it's back to Andy."

The party was actually a lot of fun, a good bar, a good disk jockey, and good food. Most of the people were treating me just like a girl. It was funny, I was feeling like a girl. I felt sexy and pretty. A number of people, both guys and girls, asked me how we did it, how we made me look so much like a girl. It was fun telling them parts of it. There was no way that I was going to let on about Beth.

Jace and I actually danced a couple of times. It was funny when he tried to lead. Half way through one dance, one of the women dressed as Napoleon, a tall Napoleon, walked up and tapped Jace on the shoulder, and said, "May I cut in. I'd like to dance with the prettiest girl here."

Jace turned, looked at him, and staying in character, said, "Okay. But, she's very expensive."

"I'll bet she is."

I finished the dance with Napoleon and then we walked over to the bar. He ordered drinks and as we were sipping on them, he said, "So, just how expensive are you?"

I looked at him and staying in character, I said, "Twenty-five hundred for the evening, plus a good dinner and a show. Then what happens, happens."

"For that you'd better be good."

In a slutty way I said, "I'm very good."

"So, I've got to talk to your pimp?"

"Yeah. Jace makes all my appointments."

"Good. I'll talk to him later."

As I was getting ready to walk away Napoleon grabbed me and kissed me. Not on the cheek, as one girl would do to another, but on the lips. It really startled me. I pushed away from him and said, "I'm not paid for yet!"

I turned and walked away. After that I figured that I'd better check my makeup and I did have to go to the restroom. I found them and without hesitation I walked into the ladies. There were two other ladies in there, both using a stall. So, I didn't know if they were real girls or from the party. When I was done and was freshening my makeup, one of the stall doors opened and out walked Josephine. She walked up next to me, washed her hands, and started to freshen her makeup.

She looked at me and sounding just like a real girl said, "You really do make a pretty girl."

"Thank you.", I said, "You're not bad looking yourself."

"Thanks. I thought we had a chance at the grand prize. But, after seeing you and your wife, we don't have a chance."

"You never know. It's everyone voting."

"I know. But, you're a natural."

"Thanks. I just fell into it when we decided to do this. Your wife can dance like a man."

"Yea. She can be that way."

I finished putting on fresh lipstick and fixing my hair. And, Josephine said, "You did that, just like you do it all the time."

I just smiled.

As midnight rolled around, it was time for the judging. As expected, Frank Richards and his wife, dressed as Capone and his gun moll, were one of the finalists, as was the couple dressed as Anthony and Cleopatra. Napoleon and Josephine were a third, and Jace and I rounded out the four finalists. We went up on the stage and I struck the sexiest pose I could. Jace stuck his cigarette holder in his mouth and tried to look mean.

When the judging was over we shook hands and hugged the other three couples. We did win. When Napoleon hugged me he whispered, "I want you."

I pushed back, looked at him, and couldn't say anything.

The party went on for another hour or so before people started to leave. I was talking with Mr. Brenner and his wife. They still couldn't get over how good I looked. I saw Jace talking to Napoleon and finally saw Jace shake his head no. Napoleon seemed to get a little upset. I saw Jace again shake his head no and say in a very loud voice, "No way!" Then he walked away.

Jace walked over to us and I asked, "What was all that about?"

"Nothing!", he replied.

I knew better.

We said good night to Mr. Brenner and his wife, thanked them for a great party and the nice home theater. He said, "You two deserved it. Brandy looks just too good and I mean that as a complement. Jace all pimps should be as cute as you are."

Jace said, "You say the nicest things. You want her? You can have her at a discount."

Staying in character, I said, "What! I don't lay on my back for less then twenty-five hundred."

"You'll do what I tell you to do. Or, you'll be walking the streets."

"Jace honey."

"You heard me."

The Brenners' were getting a laugh out of our banter. But, I was wondering if Jace was getting too much into character.

On the way home I knew something was bothering Jace, he was very quiet. I also knew it was better not to pry into his thoughts. He'd tell me when he was ready.

We got home, walked in the door, Jace turned, and kissed me. It was a long, deep kiss.

"What brought that on?", I asked.

"I just love you."

"I love you too. Now, what's bothering you?"

"That bitch that was dressed as Napoleon."

"What about her?"

"She wanted you."

"Wanted me?"

"Yea. She actually offered me twenty-five hundred for you for an evening."

"So, that's what she was getting at."

"What?"

"After we'd danced and she bought drinks. She asked what I charged for an evening. Staying in character I told her twenty-five hundred. Then, she said that she'd talk to you about the arrangements."

"Weird."

"It gets weirder."

"How?"

"After we had our drinks. I went to walk away, she grabbed me and kissed me."

"Kissed you!"

"On the lips. Then, . . . "

"There's more!?"

"Yeah. I went to the ladies to freshen up and her husband, you remember Josephine, was in there. It was a little weird."

"Weird?"

"Just what he was saying. Then when Napoleon hugged me after the contest she whispered, 'I want you.' That really freaked me out."

Jace just stood there. I could tell he was getting madder. Finally, and it was Jackie talking, "I don't know who they were. But, I'm going to find out. I need to get out of this costume."

"Honey. Calm down.", I said. Then, trying to lighten things up I added, "I'm not for sale."

"Damn straight you're not."

"Honey!"

"Andy, I'm sorry. This just pisses me off."

I followed her to the bedroom, she started to take off her costume and I said, "I'm sorry your evening was ruined."

"It wasn't. Maybe a little downer, but not ruined. I just don't like it when someone hits on my girl."

"Your girl?"

"You were my girl tonight. Weren't you? No one hits on her."

"Of course. I'm always your girl. Or, guy."

"Besides, we beat Frank. That really made my evening."

"I know. I've never seen you so happy when they said we won."

"It was a good feeling."

I watched as Jackie finished undressing. When she removed the jockey shorts she was standing there completely naked, except for the strap on. I looked at it, looked at her, got a wicked little grin, and said, "That looks good on you."

She looked at me, with a strange look, and said, "Be careful bitch, or I'll use it on you."

This took me back a bit and I guess my look changed to one of shock.

She then walked over to me, hugged me and said, "You're mine and only mine."

I felt her strap on pressing between us. It was an interesting feeling, along with her breasts pressing against mine. I whispered, "That bitch at the party really got to you didn't she?"

"Yea. I felt really jealous when she said she wanted my girl."

There was that 'my girl' again.

"What are you going to do?"

"First, find out who she is. Then make sure she doesn't do it again."

"Be careful. If she was at the party she's part of the company. It's strange that you don't know her."

"I know. But, I'll find out."

We broke our hug and kissed. Not like Jace and Brandy, or Andy and Jackie, but like two girls, very soft, and very sensuous. As we broke the kiss I said, "I guess I'd better put Brandy away."

"Why?"

"What do you mean. Why?"

"Don't you want to stay as Brandy for another day?"

"Maybe. But, Brandy is a hooker."

"So. Maybe I want a hooker tonight."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Pointing at my breasts I said, "Even with these."

"Yea. I'm more interested in what's between my pretty hookers legs."

I looked down at her strap on and again with a coy little smile said, "Not going to use that on me. Are you?"

With a grin she said, "You never know. But, not tonight."

Jackie helped me remove everything but my garter belt and nylons. She removed her strap on. That night our sex life really began a new.

Late Sunday morning I awoke and Jackie was cuddled up to me. I remembered last night, the party and how much fun it was to be Brandy. The sex we had. It was better than anything we'd had before. I carefully worked my way out of bed, I found my nightgown, slipped it on, and went to the kitchen. I made some coffee, sat at the kitchen table, sipping coffee, and thinking about what had happened the past few days.

The rest of Sunday was interesting. Jackie treated me just like a girl the whole day. We even went grocery shopping as two girlfriends. That night I removed all signs of Brandy, except the hair, and Jackie went back to treating me like good old Andy.

Monday everything was back to our normal routine, Jackie was off to work, and I was back to my house work as Beth. I didn't have any editing to do, so it was house work. I did have an errand to run. The costumes had to be returned and I had a dilemma. Should I go as Beth or Andy?

Jackie doesn't know this, but Beth had been out once by herself and appeared to pass. I had gotten really brave one day. I dressed in a way that I had seen most women at the mall dress, jeans, blouse, flats, and light makeup. Then I drove to a mall about ten miles from home. It took me ten minutes to get up the courage to get out of the car and walk into the mall. Once I was inside I noticed that no one paid any unusual attention to me. I seemed to fit right in, kind of a member of the crowd. I slowly walked the mall, looking in shop windows, exchanging smiles with others, sitting, and people watching. I spent an hour and a half at the mall and that time went very quickly. As I left the mall and drove home I felt really good about passing as Beth. I'd always wanted to do it again.

Today if I went as Beth, I'd have to interact directly with people. I didn't know if I could do that or not. I sat there and stared at my computer screen for a long time. Then I said out loud, as if someone was listening, "Girl you can pass. Just don't talk too much."

I gathered up our costumes and took them to my car. I came back in, freshened my makeup, put on a nice skirt and blouse, fixed my hair, put my things in a purse, and found my wedge sandals. I also printed out a couple of the pictures that we had taken Saturday night as we were leaving for the party.

I walked back out to my car, got in, started it, and as I went to grip the steering wheel I smiled. My nails were still red with the art work on them and the one little diamond. My hands still looked very feminine. I liked that.

Chapter 4

Changing back?

As I was driving to the costume shop I had to stop for a traffic light and in the next block was the beauty shop when Jackie had taken me. I looked in the mirror and the platinum blonde hair just wasn't Beth. After the light changed, I crossed the intersection and pulled into the beauty shop's parking lot. Without hesitation I grabbed my purse, got out of the car, and walked into the shop.

It must have been a slow day, Gina was standing at the front of the shop talking to the receptionist. She recognized me as soon as I walked in the door and said, "Brandy! How was the party?"

I smiled at her and softly said, "Fantastic."

"What can we do for you?"

"Change my hair color back."

"Sure honey. Come on back."

I followed Gina back to her work area and she asked, "What color did you have in mind?"

"My original color."

"Really. I think you'd really look great with dark auburn with some high lights."

"You think?"

"I sure do. Especially if you're going to keep the feminine cut. You are, aren't you?"

I just looked at her and I guess it was with a puzzled look.

"Honey," Gina continued, "we know that you're a guy and think it's cool. So, are we keeping the cut and making you a red head?"

"Yeah. . . . I guess I'll try it."

"Great. Hop up in my chair and we'll get started."

I did as Gina said and as she wrapped the protective sheet around my neck, she asked, "Do you want Billie to redo your nails."

I looked at my hands and the were kind of fancy for everyday wear, and I said, "Not really. But, I guess I should."

About an hour later I looked like a new man, oops woman. I loved what Gina had done with my hair. She was right, the color with highlights was perfect for me. Billie had left my nails the same length and given me French tips. We had discussed the party and just before I left I ran out to the car and brought in the pictures.

Everyone looked at them and they couldn't get over how good the two of us looked. Especially Brandy. As I was giving Gina her tip, she asked, "Going to stay as a girl?"

"I don't know."

"You like it don't you?"

"Yeah. Kind of."

She smiled, and said, "Come back and see us."

"I will if Jackie doesn't kill me."

"She won't."

"I hope not."

I finished my drive to the costume shop and carried everything in. The girl working the counter started checking in the costumes and just as she was finishing Breann walked up. Breann looked at the costumes and then at me with a little puzzled look on her face. I smiled at her. Then she started getting a smile and said, "It is you! Your hair is so cute and your makeup. I just love it. I wasn't expecting to see you back dressed like this."

"Thanks. I just got brave."

"How was the party?"

"Fun. Everyone thought my wife brought a ringer and that I was a real girl."

"That's so cool."

"Wait!", the other girl said, "You're not a woman?"

"No he's not.", Breann said with a little smile, "You couldn't tell. Could you?"

"No way. Except I guess, the voice a little."

I said, "We went out of our way to make me pass as a girl for this party and Breann was a great help in making it happen."

I went on to tell them about the party and when I pulled out the pictures, the other girl said, "Wow. I can see why they thought your wife brought a ringer to the party."

Breann added, "You look natural dressed that way. The blond hair just tops it off."

"You mean that I looked like a hooker?", I said with a fake look of shock.

"No. A natural woman. Dressed up for a fancy party. Even now you look good. It took me awhile to figure out it was you. Your wife even looks good. Like an effeminate pimp. I'm surprised to see you out dressed like you are."

"It's fun and I got brave. I figured that before I put all this away that I'd get one last outing. So, I stopped at the beauty parlor and had my hair done, then came here."

The other girl said, "Breann's right. You do look like a natural woman. You really look great."

"Thanks."

"Didn't you tell me that the forms you used were cheap ones?", Breann asked.

"Yes."

"I know you're not wearing the ones we used for the costume, you're smaller."

"The larger size just isn't me."

"Come with me."

I followed Breann to the back of the shop. She took me to store room and as she handed me a box, she said, "Take a look at these."

I looked at the box and it had printed on it, 'Self adhesive breast forms.'

Breann continued, "We got these in a while back and they never sold. We returned all but this pair. I think that they might just be the right size for you."

"They're self adhesive?"

"Yes. The backs are coated with a special adhesive that allows you to wear them and peel them off a number of times before the adhesive has to be reapplied."

"Very nice and I bet expensive."

"They were and it's probably why they didn't sell. Our clientele that are crossdressers bought forms, but these were a little more than most of them wanted to spend. Would you like them? I'll give you a good deal on them."

"Really."

"They've been sitting back here collecting dust and we'd like to get rid of them."

I was very interested in these. I really liked the feeling of the forms that I'd worn when I was Brandy.

Breann added, "Just try them on and see if you like them."

"I guess it couldn't hurt."

"Great. Lets get them on you."

She took me to a changing room and I removed my blouse and bra. She looked at the forms that I had, shook her head, and said, "Girl. These things are terrible. I thought you had forms these are nothing but foam rubber. You deserve so much better."

She carefully cleaned my chest with alcohol and then placed the forms in place. I sat up, felt the weight on my chest, and was amazed at how well the stayed attached. Breann then said, "They are supposed to stay attached until you want them off. To get them off, all you have to do is start at an edge and carefully peal them off. When you're not wearing them be sure to store them in their box with the cover over them to protect the adhesive."

"What happens when the adhesive wears out?", I asked.

"There's a kit with a cleaner and new adhesive. You carefully clean off the old adhesive and apply the new adhesive. They should be back too new. I think we still have one of those around too. Do you like them?"

"Nice. Very nice."

I put my bra back on. It was different putting it on with breasts and not having to insert forms. I paid Breann and she really gave me a deal. As I was leaving, Breann said, "Girl. If you feel as good as you look, you need to get out."

"I know. Thanks. These do feel better then my old forms."

"They should.", she said, as she handed me another box, and said, "Here's the kit with the cleaner and adhesive."

As I was leaving, I actually hugged Breann just like a woman would. I drove out of the parking lot of the costume shop and was feeling very good. As I drove toward home I passed one of the larger malls in town and without even thinking I pulled into the parking lot.

I did something very feminine, that I'd seen my wife do a hundred times, I checked my lipstick in the car mirror and freshened it. I didn't even hesitate getting out of the car and walking into the mall. I felt good. I walked around window shopping, looking at people, and even went into a couple of stores looking at clothes and shoes. As I was getting close to the food court and my stomach was letting me know it was hungry. I looked at my watch and it was an hour past my normal lunch time.

I looked at the various offerings and found something that sounded good. I walked up to the counter and in my best feminine voice, said, "A number three, with ice tea. Please." There was no reaction what so ever from the guy taking the order. I took my food and found a table where I could people watch. After I was done, I found a jewelry store and went in. I was looking for something special. I made my purchase, again without any reaction. I was feeling really good.

I walked back out to my car and headed home. It was an uneventful drive. When I got home I went up the bedroom. I took off my blouse and bra, and felt the weight of the forms pull on my chest. I looked at myself in the mirror and I was looking at a half naked woman. The forms had realistic areolas and nipples. I touched the forms and they felt real. Just like Jackie's breasts. I lifted one and they were heavy. Just like real ones.

I redressed and finished my house work. As I started cooking dinner I was torn between staying as Beth or changing back into Andy. I guess I though about it a little too long. I heard Jackie walk in the door and say, "I'm home."

I took a deep breath and said, "I'm in the kitchen."

I heard her walk into the kitchen and I knew she was standing there looking at me. Finally I heard her say, "Good evening Beth."

I turned and looked at her. She wasn't frowning or smiling. I asked, "Did you have a good day?"

"A very good day. How was yours?"

"Very interesting."

"Care to tell?"

"Over dinner?"

"Sure. I'm going to change."

"Dinner will be on the table when you get back."

Jackie turned and walked out of the kitchen. I thought, 'At least she didn't appear to be upset."

We sat down to dinner and I filled her in on my day, except for my stop at the jewelry store. She sat in silence until I was done then said, "I was a little surprised to see Beth when I walked in and with the new hair color. I guess I should have figured that I'd at least see Beth. You really surprised me going out as her."

"I surprised myself that I did it. Your not upset?"

"No. Not really. Surprised that you did it, but not upset. How did you feel going out by yourself?"

"Nervous at first. Then I relaxed and felt good."

"I like your hair. Gina did a nice job."

"She said that it would look good and it did."

"It does look very nice. So, are you wearing the forms?"

"Yes."

She smiled and asked, "You want a real pair?"

I looked at her a little strangely and replied, "I don't think so."

"Lets have some wine and I'll tell you about my day."

I got us each a glass of wine and met Jackie in the den. She was sitting on the couch and I joined her there. I sat, folding my legs under me. She said, "You even sit like a girl."

"Sorry."

"Don't be. If it's comfortable, sit that way."

"So, how was your day?"

"Actually fantastic. To start with, you were the talk of the office."

"Really?"

"Really! They couldn't get over how good you looked. A couple people even commented that you acted like a girl."

"Did I go overboard?"

"No. They were just so taken by you that they couldn't stop making comments. Most of those were compliments. But, Frank was something else."

"What did he do renege on the bet?"

"And lose face? No. I could tell it was hard for him to hand over the money."

I just smiled.

Then Jackie said, "I asked Mr. Brenner about the woman that hit on you and did I get an ear full."

I sat up and said, "Really. What?"

"Well. She's a silent partner in the firm. Her first husband was Brenner's original partner in the business and when he died she inherited his part ownership. She has a lot to say as to what happens in the operations of the company."

"That could be bad."

"No. Brenner holds fifty-one percent of the stock. So, he has the final say."

Sitting back, I said, "Good."

"Brenner filled me in on her. Her name is Samantha Goodheart."

"That sure doesn't fit."

"I know. It appears that she has a thing for guys that dress like girls. The better they look, the more she like them. You were obviously the best looking one there."

"I knew there would be trouble."

"There's more. Her husband, who was Josephine."

"Yea."

"Well. He's more of a girl then you are."

"Huh?"

"She's had him get surgery."

"Surgery?"

"He has breast implants. All of his body hair has been permanently removed. He's had some facial surgery and his voice has been altered. Plus, he dresses full time as a woman."

"So, that's why he sounded so much like a woman when he talked."

"Yep, and she really did want you. After we had left she asked Brenner about us. He just skirted the issue. I did complain to Brenner about how she came onto you. He said that he'd handle it."

"Good. I was worried about her."

"You know. Brenner couldn't stop talking about how good you looked. He was really happy that Frank lost the bet."

We just sat there for a few minutes looking at each other and I finally said, "I'll be right back. I have something for you."

"What?", she asked.

As I got up and started walking out of the room, I said, "You'll see."

I was back in less than a minute holding something behind my back. I sat down next to Jackie and said, "This is for the most wonderful person in the world." I handed her a square velvet box, that had 'VanSnipe' printed on it.

She looked at the box, then at me and said, "This is too expensive. You shouldn't have."

"Yes I should have. You allowed me, or should I say Beth, to go out with you. That was very special."

She slowly opened the box and I could see the expression on her face change. She got the biggest smile on her face. She looked at me, leaned over, and gave me a very big kiss. Then she said, "This is so wonderful. You shouldn't have."

"You more then deserve it."

She finally removed the diamond necklace from the box and said, "Help me put it on."

That night as we were getting ready for bed Jackie saw the forms for the first time. She looked at me for a few seconds and said, "They look real."

"I know. If it wasn't for the seams you couldn't tell."

"Can the seams be hidden like the other pair?"

"I don't know why not."

"How do they feel?"

"Nice. My old forms were really bad."

She smiled, and said, "Can . . . Can I touch them?"

I think that was the first time that I'd ever heard Jackie hesitate when asking something. I answered, "Sure."

She walked over and touched the forms. She lifted them. Then said, "They do feel real and they're warm."

"Sure. They warm up to body temperature."

She watched as I carefully pealed the forms off my chest, put them away, removed my makeup, and slipped back into being Andy. That night we made love. It was different. It was the slowest, sensuous, love that we'd ever made.

The next day as she was leaving for work Jackie looked at me and asked, "Will Beth be here tonight when I get home?"

"Do you want her to be?"

She smiled and said, "I think it might be nice."

 

Chapter 5

Where's it going?

After she left I became Beth, complete with the new breast forms. I did some laundry and got started on some editing. When Jackie came home she was very happy about something. I asked, "What's got you so happy?"

"You'll have to wait until after dinner."

"Oh. Come on. Tell."

"Nope. After dinner."

We had dinner and she took her good old time. I poured two glasses of wine and followed her to the den. She sat on the couch, I sat next to her, and asked. "Well?"

With a grin that went ear to ear, she said, "There was a major restructuring at work today. I also got a promotion and bonus."

"Really! Wow. What?"

"I'm the head of my department now."

"What! That is so cool." I leaned over and kissed her.

"There's more."

"More?"

"Yea . . . It makes me Frank's boss."

"Frank's boss. I bet he's not happy."

"Not in the least. He stormed around the office all day. I finally cornered him, we had a long talk and he finally calmed down. When I said that I was just going to treat him like he treats the girls in the office, he nearly lost it."

"We should have gone out to dinner to celebrate."

"We will."

Over the next two weeks I was Beth off and on. Sometimes I was still Beth when Jackie came home. Beth actually went out and did the grocery shopping a couple of times. It felt really good going out as Beth. One evening after dinner Jackie asked, "Want to go shopping?"

"Sure. For what?"

"Clothes. I need some new things for work."

I was still Beth so I said, "Sure. I'll go change."

"What's wrong with what you're wearing?"

"I'm Beth. Don't you want me to be Andy?"

"No. You look fine. Beth always looks nice."

"Thanks. Are you sure?"

"Girlfriend. Yes. I'm sure."

I was a little nervous to start with. Thinking back over my previous experiences and the comments that were made by the real girls, I quickly became at ease. Being with Jackie really helped.

We closed the stores at nine and were back home about nine-thirty with a number of bags. As we took them to the bedroom, I said, "We got so many things for me?"

Jackie replied, "I just thought that Beth needed some more things. Her wardrobe is kind of limited, and a little dull. The sales were great. Weren't they?"

"They were great."

"Watching you look through things was fun."

"Fun?"

"Sure. It's fun to have a girlfriend like you to go shopping with."

"A girlfriend?"

"Sure. Beth is my girlfriend. Isn't she?"

"Yea. I guess. If you want her to be?"

"I do. It's been fun when you've been Beth. Even in bed."

"You like me as Beth?"

"I've had my eyes opened over the last month or so as to who you really are."

"Who am I?"

"You're my husband Andy, and Andy is a very deep and complicated person. He has a very deep feminine side. A side that wants to be seen and loved."

I sat on the bed and just looked at her. Then I asked, "You accept Beth?"

"She's a big part of Andy isn't she?"

"A very big part. You don't mind having her around?"

"Not at all."

"You don't mind making love to her?"

"No. You are different when you're Beth and I enjoy it."

"You don't want Andy anymore?"

"I didn't say that. I need Andy too. Beth is also Andy. Right?"

"In a way. When I'm not Beth, I feel like there is something missing."

"Honestly?"

"I kind of feel incomplete."

"How does it feel when you're Beth?"

"Like I'm complete. Like . . . Like I'm who I should be."

"Do you want to be a girl?"

"I don't know. I enjoy looking like one. It feels good."

"So. You're saying that you would like to look like a girl, but stay a guy underneath."

"Maybe. I guess."

"Do you want real breasts or anything else done?"

"There are times that I think I still need to be Andy. Like for you. Do you want me to do those things?"

"I need my Andy, but . . . we could do anything that would make you feel better."

"You don't mind if I stay as Beth."

"No."

I got up, walked over to Jackie wrapped my arms around her and gave her a very long, soft, kiss. When we broke the kiss I looked at her and said, "I love you so much."

"No more than I love you."

The next day after Jackie had left for work, I did some housework and some editing. I also called the beauty shop and scheduled an appointment with Gina for after lunch.

Gina reworked my hair, I had my nails redone, and one of the girls did my makeup. It felt so good being pampered this way. As I was paying Gina, she said, "I guess Jackie wasn't upset the other day?"

"No. She's accepted Beth. In fact I'm going to start living as Beth."

"Really."

"It was a mutual agreement. She likes having Beth around and I like being Beth."

"Can I ask you something kind of personal?"

"Sure."

"Are you thinking about becoming a girl full time?"

"No. We both need my male self around from time to time."

She smiled, and said, "You come across very feminine, even when you were here as a guy."

"Really?"

"Yes. You really could work out in the world as a girl."

"Except for my voice?"

"You could train it to sound very feminine."

"How do you know so much about this?"

"My boyfriend's a crossdresser. He doesn't come anywhere close to looking as good as you do. He just likes dressing up from time to time. We've had a lot of fun with it."

"That's why you're so accepting?"

She just smiled.

A few days later Jackie and I had decided that we were going out for dinner that evening, so I didn't have to cook. When Jackie came home she found me at my desk and gave me a kiss. Then said, "About ready to go?"

"As soon as I freshen my makeup.", I said.

As we sat at dinner Jackie asked me, "Beth is really here to stay. Isn't she?"

"She's always been here. Do you mind?"

"No love. I don't mind. Is there anything that would make it easier for you?"

"Easier. What do you mean?"

"Maybe permanent body hair removal."

"That's expensive."

"I know. Would it be worth it?"

"It would be nice to not have to shave or wax anymore."

"Is there anything else?"

"Maybe my voice."

"You really don't sound bad now. It's a little husky, but feminine."

"Really?"

"Sure. There's a girl at work whose voice is deeper and more masculine than yours. Your vocal inflections are a natural."

Over the next few months I started living almost full time as Beth. I even got into the routine of going to the beauty shop every so often to have my hair and nails done. I also looked into having permanent hair removal done. Like I'd figured it wasn't cheap, but Jackie said that her bonus would more than pay for it.

I went through the hair removal process and one night after the hair removal was complete, we were laying in bed after a great session of sex and Jackie said, "I really like your body nice and soft like this."

"Really?", I asked.

"Yes. It's so soft and smooth. I just love the feel of it."

Our sex life was really back to the way it was when we were newly weds, but it's also different. Jackie taught me how a girl really likes to be made love to. A lot of kissing and touching. The longer it takes the better. She taught me this by showing me. It could take us a long time to consummate a love making session. When we did, I felt like it was the most wonderful thing ever. I could tell that she was also very pleased. We both were very satisfied.

About six months after I had completed the hair removal, we were laying in bed after a great round of sex. Jackie looked at me and asked, "Have you thought of taking Beth to the next step?"

"Next step?"

"Uh huh."

"Like what?"

"Well . . . maybe becoming more of a woman."

"More of a woman?"

"You've become very comfortable with the forms, and I was thinking, . . . maybe, . . . real breasts."

"Implants?"

"Or, hormones."

I sat up a little and asked, "Are you serious?"

"Yeah."

I could tell that she was a little tentative about this conversation. I said, "You know hormones will stop something from working. Don't you?"

"You mean . . . "

"Yes. My male libido would go away. No more regular intercourse."

"Oh."

"I wouldn't be able to get it up. You don't want that. Do you?"

"No."

"I didn't think so. I don't either."

"Implants?"

"Why?"

"Don't you get tired of having to mess around with the forms all the time?"

"Some times."

"I know you can't feel anything when I touch them."

"You're right."

"And, . . . And, I like to play with them."

"Them?"

"Your nipples."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Now, it's like playing with nothing."

She had always spent a long time playing with my nipples before I started wearing the forms to bed. Of course that had stopped when I started wearing the forms. I said, "I could just take the forms off."

"I know. But, it wouldn't be Beth then. Would it?"

"No. You're saying I should get implants?"

"If you want."

"You're serious?"

"Yes. But, only if you're comfortable with it."

"There would be no going back to Andy."

"I know. He's all but gone now. Isn't he?"

"All but what we have in bed."

"We'd still have that."

I looked at her for a few seconds. Then said, "Let me sleep on it."

We cuddled up together as we normally do and I knew she could feel my breast forms pushing against her back, but I felt nothing. I didn't tell her, but I'd been thinking about this for a little while. I had done some on-line research about breast augmentation. That's how I knew about the hormones. She was right. The forms could be a little troublesome at times. But, they helped make Beth. I laid there for a while thinking about this before I fell asleep.

The next morning at breakfast I knew Jackie wanted to say something about our talk last night, but she didn't. I didn't either. But later that morning she just said, "I know a great plastic surgeon."

"For what?" I was teasing her a little.

"For Beth."

"You really want me to do this, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I've fallen in love with Beth. I want her to be as complete a woman as she wants to be."

I sat there, and just looked at her. Then said, "You've fallen in love with Beth. What about Andy?"

"I still love Andy, but I think that I love Beth more."

I thought that I would feel different if Jackie ever told me that she loved someone else. She was telling me that she loved me, but the feminine me. Actually, I felt warm inside. I said, "If I go thought with the surgery Andy wouldn't be able to come back."

"Andy hasn't been here in a long time."

"Even in bed?"

"He's been there. Toward the end. But, everything leading up to that is Beth."

"How would you explain it at work?"

"Let me worry about that."

Chapter 6

The real me?

A few weeks later we were sitting in the plastic surgeon's office. Dr. Ann Roberts was supposed to be one of the best plastic surgeons in the region. We talked for a long time, discussing Beth, who she was and what she wanted. We discussed various options, breast enhancement, a little work on the nose, and maybe cheek implants. One final thing she did explain was the requirement of living as a woman full time for a year and meeting with a psychologist for approval before any surgery.

I knew someone was holding my hand. I heard someone saying, "Beth. Beth honey. Wake up sweetheart." I knew it was Jackie's voice, but everything was fuzzy. I went to say something, but Jackie said, "Don't try to talk. You'll hurt your throat."

The fog started to clear from my mind and I began to remember what was going on. I was in the hospital and had just had surgery. Dr. Roberts had given me breast implants, worked on my nose, added cheek implants, and altered my voice box.

Then Jackie said, "I spoke with Dr. Roberts. She told me that everything went perfectly. You'll be a little sore and bruised for a while. Your throat will hurt and she doesn't want you to talk for a few days."

I just nodded yes.

Two days later I was home. Even though my nose was a little bruised, my throat was sore, and my chest hurt a little, I wasn't feeling too bad. Jackie was fantastic, she had taken a couple days off work and took care of me just like a nurse. I was only able to speak in a whisper.

The following week, Jackie was back at work, and I was able to get back to my editing work and some light house work. All the bandages and sutures had been removed and I was finally able to get a better look at the new me. I really liked what I was seeing. My nose was smaller and had a little upturn to it. The cheek implants really add to the feminine look of my face.

The biggest improvement was my thirty-eight C breasts. There was such a difference between having the forms attached and the real, well almost real, ones. Whenever I took a shower or was getting dressed and I was in front of a mirror, I couldn't help but look at them. Just feeling them move when I moved was wonderful. I couldn't believe how much better they were then the forms.

My voice was different, pleasantly different. It actually had a very nice feminine sound to it. Getting use to hearing my new voice took a little while.

Jackie and I hadn't been together sexually since the night before my surgery. On a Friday I went to the doctors by myself. The doctor told me that everything had gone better then she thought it would and that I was free to resume any and all activities. On the way home I made a stop at one of the malls. There was a store in this mall that sold some very sexy club clothes and that's where I was heading. I knew that this was over the top for me, but I wanted to really be sexy for Jackie. I had decided to make tonight interesting.

As I walked into the store, I saw the dress. It was a red, ankle length, evening dress with a slit up the left side of the skirt. The thing that really caught my eye was it was almost strapless. It had a single strap that ran from the center of the front over the left shoulder, and was attached at the front with a rhinestone broach. It was down right, drop dead, sexy. I did look around, but that dress was it.

As I was looking around, I spotted a pair of shoes that would really go great with the dress. They were a pair of red Mary Janes with a four-inch heel and a wide ankle strap. I think Jackie likes me as a tall girl.

One thing I didn't find in this store was a strapless bra. The doctor still wanted me to wear a bra most of the time. I could go without one for a short time. I knew that there was a very good lingerie store in this mall. I paid for my things and took them out to the car before heading to the Lingerie Shoppe.

Once I was in the Lingerie Shoppe I started looking though all the very pretty things that they had to offer. I was tempted to have a bra fitting, but decided to wait until everything was healed. They did have a very nice sexy red strapless bra that I figured would make me look very nice in the dress. In looking for the bra, I had looked at a lot of things, including some very sexy thongs. I went back to where they were and found a very nice black one. Then the thigh high nylons caught my attention. I looked through them and found a pair in suntan that had a seam up the back.

As I was paying for them, the clerk said, "It looks like someone is planning to have some fun."

"You bet.", I said.

This clerk was the first to hear the new Beth except for Jackie and the doctor. It must have sounded good as there was no strange reaction. Her response to my 'You bet.', was "He's one lucky guy."

I smiled at her as I thought, 'If you only knew.'

As I walked out of the store I looked at my watch and had just enough time for a light lunch. I stopped at the food court and had a small salad and ice tea.

When I was back home, I took a nice long bath, making sure my legs were nice and smooth. When I was done, I slipped on the new bra and a robe, and sat at the dressing table. I wanted to look as good as Brandy had for the party, so I spend a long time on my hair, nails, and makeup. When I was done, I slipped on the thong and the thigh highs. Seeing myself in the mirror I couldn't help but smile.

If I was going to have dinner ready when Jackie arrived home, I needed to start cooking soon. I sat back down and slipped on the new shoes. Fastening the two buckles on each ankle strap felt very sexy. I walked over to look in the mirror, and I twisted and turned so that I could look from every angle. These shoes made my legs look fantastic.

I slipped the robe back on, went to the kitchen and started cooking. Just before Jackie was due home, I poured us each a glass of wine and went back to the bedroom to finish dressing. I slipped into the new red dress. Again, I was in front of the mirror looking at myself. I again saw a very sexy girl, sexier than Beth normally was. It was like Brandy was back for a visit

I was just finishing dinner when I heard Jackie's car pull into the garage. I picked up the two glasses of wine and waited for her at the door. As she walked into the house, she stopped, stared at me, and said, "Don't you look fantastic."

As I offered her a glass of wine, I said "Thank you."

"New dress?"

"Something special for tonight."

"What's so special about tonight?"

As I handed her the glass of wine, I said, "You'll see."

"Is Brandy back?"

I just smiled and said, "Dinner is ready."

We enjoyed a very nice dinner, then retired to the den. Jackie sat on the couch, I handed her another glass of wine and stood by the fireplace. Jackie looked at me for a minute, then asked, "So, what brought this on?"

"The doctor cut me loose today.", I replied.

As she got a smile on her face, she said, "Really?"

"Yes. Anything goes."

"And, Brandy?"

"You know. Even though Brandy was a high paid call girl and would do anything anyone wanted her to do as long as they paid for it. She really only likes girls."

"Only girls?"

"You knew that."

"Yes. Where's Beth?"

"Who's Beth?"

Jackie got a very nice smile on her face and asked, "So, what's tonight going to cost me?"

"Tonight is a five-thousand dollar night.", I replied, "But, for you, and only you, it's free."

"Free?"

"Sure. You're my favorite customer and it's my way of showing my appreciation for everything you've done."

I took a sip on my wine, set the glass on the fireplace mantel, walked over to the couch, and sat next to Jackie. I took the wine glass out of her hand and placed it on the table. Then I took her face in my hands and gave her a long, deep, kiss. I could feel her melt with my kiss.

When we broke the kiss, Jackie said, "Brandy, you are the sexiest girl I know."

"I'd better be the only girl you know."

With a smile, Jackie said, "You are."

We continued to seduce each other on the couch. Eventually Jackie became the aggressor and I had no objections to that. It wasn't long until she had my dress off, and it wasn't much later that my bra was also off. Her touching and kissing my new breasts sent waves of pleasure through me like I'd never felt before. It appeared that my breasts, and in particular my nipples, were very sensitive.

Somehow I still had my thong and nylons on and Jackie still had her panties on. But, I figured that would change in the very near future.

Jackie stood up and offered me her hand. I took it and she helped me to my feet. As I stood up, she wrapped her arms around me, and kissed me. Feeling our breasts crush together was an amazing feeling. Finally she took my hand and led me toward our bedroom.

Over an hour later we lay together on the bed completely satisfied. Jackie had been the aggressor through the whole thing, and we had done things that we'd never done before. But, everything was done in a very slow, soft, sensuous, way. She treated me like a girl, spending time bring me pleasure. Be assured that I returned the pleasure.

As we lay their, she whispered, "Is Brandy going to be here all weekend?"

"Do you want her to be?", I asked.

"For five-thousand dollars I think she should be. She should also be willing to do anything that I want her to do."

"She's more than willing to be at your beckoned call."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Very sure."

"Good. So, you'll be Brandy all weekend. You will do as I say. Without complaint. Correct?"

"Yes. Without hesitation."

She cuddled up to me, and as she whispered, "Girlfriend, I love you so much.", she started playing with my nipples again and it drove me crazy.

I was able to whisper back, "I love you too."

This weekend was nothing but fantastic. I serve Jackie in many ways, not only sexually, but as a maid servant. I drew her bath for her. Washed her back, legs, and feet. Applied lotion to her body. Brushed her hair. Applied her makeup. And dressed her.

I know that there have been many stories written where the man is forced into being a woman and then forced to serve her and her lovers. But, I did this very willingly. I did this because of my deep love for her, and I knew that I was her only lover. Besides, she told me that the next time I was Brandy. She would be my maid servant.

The sex this weekend was different. Jackie was completely in charge. She told me what her desires were and I fulfilled them.

On Sunday evening I was back to being Beth and we were laying in bed. Jackie looked at me, kissed me, and said, "You know. It was fun having Brandy visit. She really knows how to please a woman. She's a lesbian. But, Beth is special. Beth is who you really are. Who you were meant to be. Who I was meant to love. But, it'll be fun to have Brandy back for a visit whenever she wants to."

"So, you really love Beth?", I asked.

"Yes. She is a very sweet person and easy to love."

"You don't want Andy?"

"Love. Andy is here. Andy and Beth are one in the same. But, now Beth is out where she belongs. I think she's always been the strongest one, but was allowing Andy to find her in his own way. Yes I want Andy and yes I want Beth. You are both very sweet people. Are you happy?"

"Very much so. I feel like everything is as it should be. I'm with you. You love me for who I am. I love you as I always have. We have each other. Are you happy?"

"Like you, very much. I think that I've always known that you've had a feminine side, but I was afraid of it. I was afraid that if I saw that side of you that I'd either not want any part of it, or I'd lose you if I allowed you to express yourself in the way you have. But, seeing you transform into Brandy opened my eyes. It showed me that even when you were feminine, you were the same person that I married. Actually I fell in love with you all over. I fell in love with the feminine you. I want to love you as a woman and have you love me as a woman."

"But, I'm not a woman."

"You are. You've become a woman. You are the woman that I love. But, underneath beats the heart of a very special person. A person that knows who she is, and what she wants."

"Do you want me to become a full woman?"

"Beth, you know how to make love like a woman with a woman. But, consummate the love making like a man. Afterwards the woman returns to continue the love making until your partner is completely sated. Do I want you to become a full woman?

"Honey. I want what would make you the happiest. I'd miss the intercourse with Andy, but the love and love making we share would continue. Beth knows how to please me and I think I know how to please Beth. If at some point you want to be a complete woman, I'd support you to the fullest. Would I still love you? Yes. Very much."

All I can say is, thanks to Jackie's boss and the party he had where men dressed as women and women dressed as men, I can now be who I really am. Jackie and I found our love for each other again. The rest of our life together . . . was to say the least fantastic. We lived as two women. Two lovers.

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