16TIT FOR TAT

1990 SANDY THOMAS

had forgotten an important item. Going to our drawers she rummaged around until she found what she was looking for. Meanwhile, I was staring in the mirror.

"Hold your arms out," she said. I blindly obeyed and she slipped a bra up my arms, over my shoulders and had it hooked in back before I knew it. It was lightly padded and the compressed loose flesh on my chest managed to nearly fill the remainder of the cups. I was about to say something but she interrupted.

"Don't complain, dear," she said, "you promised to follow my recommendations, and as far as I'm concerned a bra is a necessity. People expect a little more chest than you could provide. Without it, the top of the dress will sag and be shapeless. Now, put your arms up and carefully slip this over your head." I did as I was instructed and the silky dress settled over my shoulders and bra.

Meanwhile, I was in a turmoil of thoughts and perceptions. Here I was, wearing women's clothes, my wife doing her best to make me look like her sister.

I couldn't imagine going to a public party wearing my wife's clothes. She saw my frown and said, "Smile, it's your first and only debutante party. I expect you to behave as a young lady. I'll be there to help you. Just do what I do."

I really began to wonder if my wife was just sharing her clothes out of “a great revenge idea" or did she get a thrill out of seeing me dressed this way. It almost seemed that she wanted me to become a girl. She even gave me some feminine tips on how to walk and hold my hands.

"Oh honey, you look beautiful!" she gushed girlishly. She was bursting with joy. "You are pretty, very, very pretty."

Next she had me stand up and move over to the bed. She gave me the high heels. They felt very different from men's shoes as they were slipped on over my stockinged feet. With an almost ceremonial air Tana placed the string of white beads around my neck and slid the bracelets over my wrists. We were speechless at the image of the well-dressed debutante that was reflected in the mirror.

"Oh honey, I do look pretty, don't I?" I exclaimed seeing a feminized image in the mirror. I was very surprised at my appearance.

"You sure do! And we're still not finished though; come over here and let's really put a radiance to your look," she said leading me back to the vanity. Seating me before the

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mirror she went to work with cosmetics. My eyes were transformed with mascara, eyebrow pencil and eyeshadow. Blushers and powder gave my cheeks a healthy glow. She outlined my lips with a small brush and finished by brushing on a dark lip color. These colorful additions, so expertly applied turned me into a sophisticated, very attractive young woman. Tana was thrilled.

My heart pounded with anxiety each time I caught a glimpse of my feminine image. I knew that if we walked out on the street right now we would look like sisters, and could almost pass for twins!

That scared me. Was this all it took for me to look like a young lady? I was having fun but my masculinity wasn't that secure. At that moment, I knew that this was changing my relationship with my wife. It even seemed like my wife was more than willing to encourage me.

When she finished, she prepared a purse for me as I stared in the mirror. She came up to me and gave me a big hug and a light kiss. "We don't want to smear our lipsticks now do we?"

I had trouble walking in the grass yard that separated our back yard from Victor and Donna's house. I felt wobbly, but knew I'd look better that Victor. Victory was ours. I knew if we won, I probably wouldn't make them clean our house. I was like that. One the other hand, Victor was different, as was Donna. If they won, I was sure they would require "full payment."

Donna opened the back door and was shocked by my appearance. She looked me up and down then gushed, "Oh Jerry, you look so pretty. And you even shaved your legs. How adorable!"

She took us into the living room and said, "I'll call 'Vicki', I think 'she's' almost ready. VICKI, dear!"

I was shocked to see Victor. They had obviously over done this thing, spending a fortune perfecting his look.

Donna told us that Victor had been dressing as a girl for the last week now. Victor came in wearing an eggshell colored business suit with a tight skirt. His eyes sought out mine. For a moment, he almost looked sad. Victor was beautifully made up as young woman. Powder, lipstick, black mascara...the works. From his high heeled pumps, to his graceful thin eyebrows, which had been severely plucked, he appeared to be all woman. Seductive red lips