A few days after my first oral experience with a man, I decided I needed tits like a real woman. I went online to a few cross-dresser sites looking at their breast forms. There was quite a large variety. I looked through the few bras I had to see which size fit and looked best.
The 32B was cute and seemed proportional to my small frame. I ordered a pair of symmetrical forms and a pair of asymmetrical forms in a 32B size along with the medical adhesive to attach them. The confirmation noted it would take seven to ten days for delivery. I was scheduled to go to a customer the next week so the timing seemed perfect.
At the end of the week, Jim called me and asked when we could meet, again, at the bookstore. I told him I would be away for a week and wanted to meet when I got back. He gave me his phone number so I could call him upon my return. I was so excited that I packed a couple of complete feminine ensembles for my business trip. In the past, I was always afraid that somebody might find them when I traveled, but my trip to the bookstore had liberated me quite a bit and I didn’t want to be without my comfortable women’s clothes for so long.
Monday morning I flew out to the customer, loaded the new update on their computer, and spent the day checking all the new functions. It went well so I was able to go to my hotel, get checked in, and eat dinner before six. Back in my room, I immediately changed into a pair of black and red lace panties with a matching bra, a pair of tight stretch shorts and a long shirt that came down below the shorts.
It felt so good wearing them. I only wished I had the breast forms I ordered. I was getting excited thinking about them and seeing Jim.
I sat down and started surfing the internet for cross-dressing sites. There were several good ones with tutorials on make-up, hair styling, walking, talking, and dressing to look passable. As I watched, I practiced talking in a more feminine voice. Then, I got up and tried walking like a woman. I couldn’t believe how much fun I was having. When I watched one on skincare, I was convinced I would feel more feminine without the little hair I had on my arms, legs, chest, and underarms.
The next day, after work, I went to Wal-Mart and bought lipstick, make-up, nail polish, perfume, and hair remover using the self-checkout. I didn’t think anyone would notice the absence of hair since I had little hair in the first place and my legs, chest, and most of my arms were always covered at work. Back at my room, after dinner, I experimented with the make-up and lipstick in front of the mirror in the bathroom. Then, I put the hair remover on my arms, legs, and chest.
After about ten minutes, I wiped it off with a moist washcloth. The hair remover had aloe in it which made my skin feel smooth. I treated myself to a bath since the directions said to rinse well after removal. I washed my face clean of the make-up and lipstick before putting on some lingerie for the night.
I spent every night while I was away experimenting with lipstick and make-up. The last night I decided to paint my toenails. No one would see them with my shoes and socks on and the only time I was barefoot was when I was alone at night or in bed. I was amazed at how feminine I felt with the nail polish. This was going to be a regular thing from now on I thought to myself.
The next morning I flew back home. I wore a pair of panties under my casual pants on the plane. When I arrived back at my apartment, there were a couple of packages on the doorstep. I couldn’t wait to get inside and open them. It was the breast forms I ordered a week ago. I took off all of my clothes, except my panties, and put on the 32B bra.
Then, I opened the first box like a little kid at Christmas. I took out the breast forms and pushed them into my bra. It was heavenly. After a few minutes, they warmed to my body temperature and it felt like I had real tits. I opened the other box and tried them on, too. I couldn’t decide which set I like best.
There was a catalog in the second box. I sat on my bed and looked through it. That’s when I realized I didn’t have a wig. I was going to have to get back into my regular clothes so I could go out and shop for a wig. First, I had to call Jim and let him know I was back. He was as glad to hear from me as I was to call him. He suggested we meet that night since it was Saturday, the biggest and most active night at the bookstore. I told him I would be there at nine o’clock, this way it would be dark when I leave.
I put on a pair of sweat pants over my panties, took off my bra and breast forms, and put on a pullover shirt. I looked on the internet for stores to buy wigs. One of them was a market that contained multiple discount stores about fifteen minutes away. It was perfect. Most of the stores were run by foreigners who would sell anything to anybody.
The store with the wigs had women’s clothing, shoes, stockings, pocketbooks, and cheap jewelry. I told the lady working there I needed a wig for my girlfriend. She was very helpful. After a brief conversation about my imaginary girlfriend, she suggested a shoulder-length light brown straight hair wig. She picked one out, combed it, and put it in a box while I looked at some sandals.
I discovered that women’s shoes used a different size measurement than men’s. My size seven was a women’s size nine. It was a good thing I tried the shoes with my socks on; I almost forgot I had painted my toenails during the week.
Before I left, I picked out a pair of sandals, a small clutch, a pair of ladies stretch jeans, and some jewelry. I think the lady started to suspect I was shopping for myself, but she played along with me saying my girlfriend would like everything I bought. She also said I could bring anything back that didn’t fit or she didn’t like. I couldn’t wait to get home to try everything on.
As soon as I walked into my apartment, I pulled off my shirt and pants. I tried on my sandals and stretch jeans. The jeans felt and looked so good. The tag on them said they had “Tush Push” elastic in the rear. They would be perfect for tonight. Then, I sat down and read the directions on the medical adhesive spray for the breast forms. I decided to take a bath before applying them. I put bath beads that I had bought last week in the water. They made my skin soft and my whole body smell good.
Since I was going out after dark and coming home tonight, I could paint my fingernails. I used the same nail polish on my fingers as I did on my toes a few days ago. It was like Christmas lights on a Christmas tree, you couldn’t miss them.
Next, I cleaned my chest with rubbing alcohol, and then sprayed the breast forms with adhesive, letting it dry a few minutes, before pressing the asymmetrical forms to my chest. I lay on my back on the couch for ten minutes to let the adhesive set before putting on my lacy 32B bra. I was so glad I bought the breast forms and adhesive. They felt so real and natural.
It is sometimes difficult to pick out my panties. I’ve started to build quite a collection and I love every one of them. However, I found a full front thong that I had never worn for some reason and it suddenly appealed to me tonight. When I put it on I had to wonder why I never wore it before. I loved the feeling of the strap between my cheeks. I put on my new stretch tush push jeans and a thin white blouse. When I looked in the mirror I could see my bra through the blouse. It really looked sexy.
I sat in front of my dresser mirror and put on my wig. I practiced combing it in case I needed to straighten my hair when I was out. At first, I was concerned it could come off, but it stayed on when I combed or brushed it. It was time to put on my “face”. I’m glad I practiced all week when I was away as it still took me an hour.
I started with an eyebrow pencil, then eyeliner, followed by make-up. One of the tutorials demonstrated how I could make my nose look smaller using the proper shades of make-up. It worked well. I didn’t want to look like a painted lady. I just wanted to look like a lady. The final step was the lip gloss and liner. While it was the most difficult, it was the most rewarding. When I was done, I was amazed at how natural I looked.
It was already eight o’clock, so I needed to finish up. I put on my new sandals, a pair of clip-on earrings, and a bracelet. My painted toenails in the open toe sandals kept catching my eye reminding me of my new identity as a woman. I not only looked like a woman, I felt like a woman. After putting a few dabs of perfume on my neck, I also smelled like a woman. Last, but not least, I brushed my teeth, gargled, and put a breath mint in my mouth.
It was time for the moment of truth. Would I be able to step out the front door like this? Fortunately, it was still cool at night so I could wear a light jacket. But, there was no hiding my face. I put a hairbrush, make-up, lipstick, and breath mints in my clutch. I took a deep breath and thought of all the effort of getting ready.
There was no turning back. I grabbed my car keys, opened the door, and took a walk on the wild side. I was nervous, scared, and excited all at the same time as I used my best feminine form to walk to the car.
On the drive to the bookstore, I wondered if Jim would like my new look. When I pulled into the parking lot, it was almost completely full. I found a space toward the back. I called Jim on my cell phone to tell him I was here. I was so relieved when he said he would come outside to meet me. When I saw someone exit the side door, I got out of my car and stood behind it. The man who came out of the door looked around the parking lot, before walking toward me. As he got closer he said, “Chris, is that you?”
I answered, “Yes it is, Jim. What do you think?”
He responded, “Damn, I can’t believe it. You’re the hottest looking woman I’ve ever seen.” Without hesitation, he gave me a long hug, followed by a passionate kiss on my lips. He took my hand and led me to the entrance door. We walked directly to the theater door, opened it, and went in.
I asked Jim, “Don’t we have to pay first?”
“Women are always free. They attract the men. I already paid for myself when I got here and Mike, the manager, knows me anyway.”
There were several men in the hallway and the theater was full, with many men standing along the walls. As we walked around the theater, a crowd started to migrate with us. I whispered to Jim, “Why does it seem like everyone is following us?”
He replied, “Because they are. They think you’re a real woman. Couples often come in to have sex in front of an audience or the woman wants a gang bang while the man watches. Either way, these men think there’s going to be some action. Let’s walk to the other end and see what’s going on there.”
We walked back down the hallway to the other end. There was a couple on the round table in the middle of the room. The woman was sucking the man’s dick while a few men were rubbing her ass, her tits, and her pussy. Jim sat down on the only vacant couch, putting his one leg against the back while leaving his other on the floor.