BEING FOUND OUT -- THE AFTERMATH
BY STATS
BEING FOUND OUT:
My very best friend Stacey and our mutual friend Michelle had discovered only yesterday that I am a transvestite. Because Anne disrupted the department with her unexpected and unintended announcement of her pregnancy I got flustered at the sight of Michelle's shoes which were identical to the ones on my feet under my desk at that time. Although they didn't get to see any of my female attire they knew something was amiss. The next day, at dinner, (We have every dinner to celebrate Friday as often as we can) they disclosed that they found out about my secret and have decided to give me a coming out party. I am to be dressed in a few things Michelle had brought from my apartment. They have arranged to have the women's restroom cleared so they could suitably attire and prepare me.
THE AFTERMATH:
It takes Stacey and Michelle less than a half an hour to make me more feminine than I ever had been in my life. I have my own cosmetics but it turns out most of it is the wrong color, wrong type or too old. We use the ample supply Stacey carries around in her enormous purse. They first attach false nails to my hands. My favorite candy apple red nail polish that they both are wearing is expertly applied to my new long fingernails and toenails. It is turning me on. I feel it is my duty to protest, but my mumbling become less and less audible as one or the other would shush shush me and give me an affectionate kiss on the cheek.
The next thing I know Michelle is at my eyebrows asking me to be still while hairs are flying everywhere. She keeps plucking away at them, and then with an "oh dear" announces to Stacey and me that she really didn't mean to get that carried away. The result, I have to admit, is absolutely stunning, they look exactly like Stacey's sculptured eyebrows, somewhat thick at the where they start above the nose, cresting to the middle of the eye and then tapering off in a feminine arch to each side. I will definitely need false eyebrows before I can show up for work on Monday morning.
I don't know where the girls found the time to have done shopping that afternoon but the next thing I know Stacey pulls out a pair of artificial breasts. Before I can gather my thoughts she is spreading some glue on my chest, which has been devoid of hair for years. Meanwhile, Michelle is examining my corset. "I have never worn one of these myself", she announces, "it will be fun to see what we can do with it." As the laces are on the back, I had never been able to get my 32 inch waist tighter than 28 inches. I didn't realize but there are certain tricks that you use and before I have a chance to complain that I can't breath, Stacey grunts with satisfaction, "we now both have a twenty five inch waist". Michelle adds, "in a few weeks we should have you down to my 21 inch size."
I am soon wearing my velvet open toed shoes and am looking at our six feet in identical stockings and shoes. There is a convention of candy red toenails on display. I know my shoes are a size 8. Michelle discloses she wears a size 7. Stacey informs us we can all borrow her shoes as she wears a 7 1/2. The whole thing is just too much for me and I swoon. Stacey is the one to catch me and brings me back to reality with a "Dave, we can't have any of that now." Michelle suddenly comes to life and says "Dave! That just isn't appropriate any longer. We need to name this creation after something special." A few names are thrown about but not grab my attention. Then Stacey says, "we have a real Trojan horse here, how about Helen as in Helen of Troy." Michelle says, "Helenamn as in 'Helen a man' would be more appropriate." We all finally agree to Helena. That is Helena like "hell lane a".
Before I know it I was fully clothed in my black lingerie and dress. Michelle is styling my hair while Stacey is putting on the finishing touches to my makeup. Twenty-eight minutes after a man and two women got up from the back booth to go to the lavatory; three undeniably beautiful ladies emerge from the restroom.
As I sit down, I have my first pangs of doubt. It shows on my face as suddenly the mood in the booth looses its glow. Stacey takes the long polished fingernails of my right hand in hers. I am forced to compare and can see little difference between our hands except hers are perceptibly more slender. "Look Helena, we are in this together, the three of us. Michelle and I are going to make sure you pull it off, so just relax and go with the flow." Michelle adds, "Smile for me Helena, you are incredibly beautiful when you smile" and on cue my spirits rise.
Michelle, who is sitting opposite Stacey and I, takes over the conversation. "Made up and wearing almost the same dress, the two of you could pass as twin sisters. It is uncanny, I never realized how truly feminine your body is." Stacey adds, "well what do you expect, we have the same size boobs too." Then Michelle says that we have to something with my voice and asks for the letter they wrote. I give it to her. She looks at it and glances up to me. "Helena, do you trust me enough to let me hypnotize you?" I respond affirmatively. Michelle had told us a number of times she had learned how to hypnotize people at college when she was studying psychology. In fact, she and her sorority sisters used to do it frequently to each other so they could cram for exams. She starts to drone on about her experiences and the next thing I know she stops. O.K. Stacey, you read the letter she says. Stacey reads the letter displaying a great deal of body language and sensuality. She then has me read from the letter and it sounds and looks like an exact replay of what Stacey has just said. "Yes", Michelle says, with a mischievous grin, "You have both been under for about an half an hour. You both read the letter to our waiter, Sam, with his eyes closed. He could not tell which one of you was the girl."
"What else did you do to us?" chimes in Stacey, "Am I going to be your sex slave tonight?"
"Now why didn't you suggest that before I put you under? No, but I will say curiosity did get the better of me, and I asked you how you both felt about each other. You both admitted to being in love. I am surprised the either of you didn't confess up to it before now. But each of you admitted you were too afraid to spoil the special relationship you had build up over the years." I turn to Stacey, "I have been really foolish, I should have told you years ago how I felt". She kisses me affectionately and adds, "I have been the foolish one, big sister".
Even though I had spent snatches over the last twenty years in female clothes there were some very basic female mannerisms that have escaped me. All through dinner Stacey and Michelle had me practice how I hold my glass or cutlery, how I chew my food, how I sit, etc. As we leave, the three of us lock arms, me in the middle, and start off down the street. We are all walking the very same before we reach the end of the block.
We stop at a convenience store and Stacey dares me to go in and buy some feminine napkins. I think the young clerk was going ask me out on a date, he was so interested in my body. I give him a good look at my posterior as I reach to the bottom shelf. I give him a special smile knowing he was going to have a fantasy about me that night.
Not to be outdone, Michelle sets me out on my next task. The next thing I know I am in the perfume counter at a department store trying to find "my" scent. My eyes look up to a wall mirror as I sniff my fifth perfume and see my beautiful reflection. The girls have really done a job on me. Then I focus on my vanished eyebrows and again my mind turns to what am I going to do Monday morning. Stacey comes back with some drop earrings that are absolutely gorgeous. They try to talk me into getting my ears pierced but I just can not do it. Michelle offers all sorts of enticing rewards including showing up in the office Monday with her notorious red mini dress and nothing on underneath. That dress is a long time fantasy of mine. The dress shows off her ample cleavage like no other dress I have ever seen. It covers her upper thighs like a coat of paint. It so accents her tiny waist it should be banned from the office as immoral. I squirm, put my legs together to try to suppress a growing feeling down there and tell her I just couldn't do it. It is obvious I am in a great deal of trouble, so she gives me a peck on the cheek, and says, "No more needs to be said". I can't leave before we purchase a bottle of "Evolution". We agree the name and the scent suit me perfectly.
For some reason, when they tease me to go into the salon and get my hair styled, I feel it was my turn to initiate a task. I surprise both of my friends, but especially myself, as I lead the parade into the salon.. My plan is to bow out if they can't take me right away. That excuse is blown out of the water as the hairdresser shows me to a seat. Before sitting I tell them I want to have my hair color changed to Stacey's beautiful deep auburn color, in non-permanent dye. The hairdresser feels the texture of my hair and replies, "no problem". I look at my two friends with a panic expression hoping they can get me out of this predicament. My so-called friends seal my fate as they explain that I have been trying to do this for years and promised them that tonight was the night. Not leaving well enough alone, they then inquire about the differences of various hair treatments. I finally am able to convince the hair dresser that I need to go with the non-permanent treatment at this time with the promise that I would go the permanent route the next time if I really liked it. I hardly pay any attention to what is being done the following forty-five minutes at I try to figure how I was going to undo all the feminine changes in time for Monday morning appearance at the office. My alluring eyebrows, my beautiful auburn curly locks, my gorgeous breasts( I hope Stacey has the solvent), my sexy alto voice,.....
When she unveils the finished product I am dumbfounded. How could I ever go back to my original color again? Looking at the snippings on the floor I wonder if I can return to a masculine looking hairstyle without a further haircut? All three ladies assure me it will wash out in several shampoos and I picture my self up all Sunday night washing my hair. However, when Stacey steps beside me and I can see our combined reflections, we honest to god looked like sisters. I knew, then and there, I would have to find some other way to prepare for Monday morning, the hair will stay untouched. Monday morning now was unimportant. I probably would have asked to have my ears pierced if my mouth could only have closed.
By the time we leave the salon, I am certain there was no way they could make me more feminine. I should have known to keep my big mouth shut but I had to say it. I could see the wheels grind in the two girl's heads. Female pride was not going to let this challenge go unanswered. I was feeling very proud by the time we reached Michelle's car. As we all climb in to the front seat, me in the middle, so I could get a lesson in entering a car properly, a smile creeps across Stacey's face. Once in the car she rummages around her purse and pulls out her birth control pills. She plops one in her mouth, pulls me over and plants a big kiss on my mouth. In astonishment I open my mouth and the next thing I know the pill is half way down my throat. As I start to complain I find myself swallowing a second pill. Michelle says "I got a purse full of pills too, either you admit defeat or I will start feeding them to you until you have your period." I laugh. I manage to blurt out "Well you certainly have me on that one don't you" as a hot flash goes through my body.
The plan is to catch the 9:30 feature of "I Enjoy being a Girl". It is now 8:25 and it will take us about 20 minutes to get to the theater. I wonder what mischief my two best friends are now dreaming up. As if my thoughts are broadcast over some loud speaker, Stacey says that she has to go pee and why don't we stop off at the office on the way to the theater. Before I can open my mouth Michelle smiles at me and says it would be a great experience. I can't believe my ears, how much are these girls willing to risk exposing me to my co-workers?
Before long, however, I am caught up in the intrigue as the girls plot responses to the various executives that they fantasize meeting while there. They have me use my pass card when we get to the office building. We sign in at the guard's desk with me as Michelle's guest. I could feel panic set in as the guard asks to see some identification. Michelle says in her sexiest voice that if he is going to give her a big hassle, then Helena could just wait in the lobby and drive him crazy. But after a twenty-second session with Michelle, the guard would have let Saddam Hussen in without identification.
There are only five people on the floor. Unfortunately, one of them happens to be my boss. As he bumps into Stacey, he looks the three of us over, and asks us if we are the female version of the three musketeers, Remember, we are pretty well all dressed the same. Michelle says we all fell in love with the same shoes and the outfits just seem to match. Then Stacey boldly says "I don't think you have met my sister, Helena, from out of town." My boss takes my hand, and I force myself to look him square in the eyes, with as pleasant a smile as I could manage." The opportunity required me to say something, and I am choking big time. Finally, after a deathly long silence, I blurt out "I am so happy to meet Stacey and Michelle's boss. I was expecting a short evil dwarf from what they told me" accompanied by my best friendly smile. I wink just be sure my message is received correctly. He laughs and remarks; "the only thing evil here is the way you three beautiful women are enticing my night slaves away from their work. You must be referring to that short shy recluse they work for, Dave. Where are you beauties off to anyway?" Stacey tells him about the movie and we excuse ourselves. As I leave, I notice my boss is looking at me with a great deal of desire in his eyes, but certainly no hint of recognition.
It takes me a good five minutes to stop shaking in the ladies room. Michelle threatens to go out and invite my boss to take us to the movie unless I get my act together. Before we know it the three of us are giggling like we are teenagers.
We make it to the theater with 10 minutes to spare. I am elected to buy the tickets and popcorn. While waiting in the concession line they run into Anne. Anne was the one that unintentionally led up to my transvestite unveiling in the aftermath of her unplanned announcement of her pregnancy at the office. As I approached from behind, she is commenting that she is looking forward to meeting Stacey's sister. I hear just enough of the conversation to know what is up is another deception. It just isn't in me. I manage to avoid the trio and entered the theater after catching Stacey's eye.
When they finally sit down beside me I tell them I want to leave, there are too many people who know us and I just can't carry on the charade any longer. I am very upset and have an uncontrollable urge to cry. The two of them try to calm me. Michelle looks me in the eye and says "Dave, get a control of yourself, you are causing a scene." But I had gone too far and tears are streaming down my cheeks. The theater isn't crowded but there are several people beside and in front of us that are looking our way. The countdown on the screen showed only three minutes until the movie starts. I was trying my best to make it to when the theater darkens but can't. I can only think that someone will get up and point to me with an accusing "That is a man". The hormones in the two birth control pills I swallowed are effecting me. A few more moments pass when someone taps me on the shoulder.
I quickly turned around mid blubber and there was Anne seated behind me with a big sad look on her face.
"Oh Dave", she said, "I hope this isn't because of me." My worst fears are realized. She recognizes me, but how? Reading my mind Anne whispers "You had me completely fooled until Michelle called you Dave." I quickly look around to see who else could hear us but no one is paying us the slightest attention.
The movie is about to start and they asked Anne to sit beside me, Stacey moves to sit in the seat next to Michelle who is sitting next to me. While the advertising and next features were running Anne attempted to apologize over and over, commenting that there was no way she would have recognized me as I am stunningly beautiful. In the mean time she had taken the darkness of the theater to run her sensuous hands up and down my arm tracing out my long fingernails with her own beautiful fingertips. I can tell she is having a time trying to get her sexual fires under control. Meanwhile, Michelle sees what is happening and rubs my thighs with her hands telling me that she is so sorry and it is going to be all right. I move my let instinctively to the right and she takes the opportunity to rub her silky smooth leg against mine. The fire in my groin was fast removing my need to cry. Finally Anne takes my hand and puts slides it from her clotch to her tummy. "Now you don't want to upset the baby do you?" My body jerks uncontrollably as Michelle informs Stacey that I seem to have ejaculated and am now quite pacified. Stacey leans over Michelle to get her hands on my stocking legs in time to herald the last eruption. Smiling, she asks "Was it good for you too, sis?" Mercifully, the feature starts and they turn their attention from torturing me to the screen.
The movie was very interesting. It involved a hermaphrodite, a person with both sex organs raised to his teens as a young man. He continues to get more and more aggressive as he tries to meet the expectations that family and friends heap on him. In one very emotional scene, he confides to one of his chum's mother that he really wants to be a girl. The mother senses the anguish in his voice and sets about to help him confront his parents and friends with his desires. After a great deal of drama, all are satisfied and his metamorphosis begins toward a stunning female. By the end of the movie it was obvious the choice was the right one. I felt I was ready to make the choice to become female right there on the spot.
Anne parts with a peck on my cheek, says she will take my secret to her grave and again tells me how much I look like Stacey's twin. Before I know it we are entering Michelle's apartment.
As we enter, she suggests that Stacey and I use her bed. She says "I have a severe headache and I am likely to be up for a couple of hours tending to it." She will sleep on the couch in the living room. I don't know what came over Stacey and me as we enter her bedroom. We are both consumed with desire. All I can think about is sex with Stacey. Without any explanations we are ripping at each other's clothes before we even reach Michelle's bed. Stacey is moaning as she smoothers me with her kisses. I am naked except for my corset, as neither of us has the dexterity in our sexual frenzy to remove it. Stacey is naked and already having an orgasm after less than a minute of kissing and fondling. We are like two animals possessed. I blurt out, "that she is my most precious friend and all I want is to make her feel loved and satisfy her desires." She responds that "She has waited two years for this night and hopes she can make it up to me by dawn"....Thirty minutes later we were sufficiently settled from our sexual fury that Stacey was able to release me from the confines of my corset. The next thing we know we are in each other's arms pouring our feelings of affection to each other. The clock clicked over to three by the time we have shared a final orgasm together and fall asleep breast to breast.
We simultaneously awake four hours later. We lay for ten minutes staring into each other; identical eyebrows, identical eye shadows, identical brown eyes, identical auburn hair...Suddenly, we both say at the same time in the same voice, "Michelle!" There was no doubt that she was the instigator of the performance last night that broke the ice. She must have done it while we were hypnotized. We both tipitoed out to the living room to see Michelle still asleep on the sofa, her breasts covered by her long dark hair peaking above the comforter. Stacey carefully brushes the hair off one nipple while I gently pull the comforter down to her knees. Stacey blows on one nipple that reacts immediately raising a good half-inch. Simultaneously I gently brush my lips against the light down on her stomach. She murmurs in her sleep and her legs fall open. Her beauty; the incredibly small waist, the ebony skin, the V of her pubic hair, the long slender legs mesmerize me. By the time I flick my tongue along her inner thighs, Stacey had both of her nipples quite wet and erect. She will awake any minute now.
Stacey gives her a gentle kiss and slides to one ear. I hear her whisper; "you will wake up now and allow your sex slaves to bring you to the peak of pleasure." Before she can say anything Stacey has her tongue in Michelle's mouth while my tongue is busy at work on her clitoris. In less than a minute we have this beauty thrashing on the bed as orgasm after orgasm racks her body. I take the opportunity to slip my raging hard tool into her dripping pussy to take advantage of her gyrating hips.(She did imply she was on the pill.) Her legs lock behind my back making withdrawal utterly impossible. Her left hand reaches up to fondle my right breast and I see her right hand snake down toward Stacey's pussy. My right hand instinctively goes to Michelle's left breast while my right reaches under Stacey to capture her right breast. I can't help it but I squeeze their nipples for all I am worth as the three of us explode all at once. An hour later there isn't a climax left in any of us.
We sit and talk. Michelle admits she gave us a hypnotic suggestion to make sure the ice was broken last night. She swears on her heart,----I just love the way she managed to touch both her nipples when she crossed her heart, her beautifully sculptured red nails leaving a faint mark----that was except for my voice change and a suggestion that each of us will desperately need to fuck each other when she said the words "r.......headache" that there was no skullduggery. We decline her offer to give us a repeat experience. She then adds, "You know you can't make a person do anything under hypnosis that they really don't want to do."
We agree a shower is in order. As you can imagine it takes us an extremely long time to shower, given the opportunity to explore each other's bodies to make sure each was squeaky clean. Forty minutes later we emerge from the cold water more tired than when we went in.
In no time at all, the girls are dressed in some casual clothes and are lacing me in my corset. Michelle looks at me with a sly expression and finally says. "I think, Helena, you are obsessed with my red mini dress. The offer still stands, you get your ears pierced and I will wear it to the office Monday with no underwear. However, there is now an additional condition. You will have to wear it to the mall today, so we can all shop for your new wardrobe. I doubt that my matching red strap shoes will fit you, we can try. However, you should have no problem with Stacey's white pumps until we can find you a matching pair. The thought of wearing Michelle's red mini dress has me in a very aroused state. Stacey takes care of that little inconvenience while Michelle fetches her red mini-dress together with her red bra, panties, and hose. She even finds a red slip to cover the corset. In spite of my inner voices screaming at me to be sensible, I am powerless to refuse as Michelle is attaching the red hose to my corset garters and Stacey is feeding me my birth control pills for the day.