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Date: Sat, 02 Dec 2000 14:56:18 -1000
From: writer_stats@hotmail.com
Subject: Travel Surprises
Travel Surprises
By Stats
"Bob, will you quit arguing. We have agreed for some months now that we
would shop for clothes in Portland. It is just a simple matter of taking a
morning plane from Tacoma to Portland. Renting a car in Portland. Go to a
couple of shopping malls to buy a complete Christmas wardrobe for you.
Spend the night on the town. And we return on Sunday afternoon. Now don't
distract me, I see the Airport exit is the next right and I don't want to
miss it."
"But Janice, I got cold feet. I just know that once I get there everyone
will know I am a 27-year-old man trying to look like a woman. I don't want
to do it."
"Bob darling, are you the same person that did that exotic dance in front
of our bedroom mirror last night? You looked so beautiful that I wanted to
go out but all you could think about was running into someone that would
recognize me and see through your disguise. So, we stayed at home, boring,
and planned for this mini-trip for the thousandth time."
"I know the makeup, the clothes and my hair done up in a sweeping feminine
style completely hide my masculine features, no argument. But all it would
take would be your boss or mine to recognize you and the game is over."
"OK, so we agreed that you would not change into your outer feminine attire
until we reached Portland. But no one is going to be any wiser that you
are wearing a bra, a corset with gartered nylons and panties under your
street clothes. Your bulky sweater more than hides your breast forms and
23-inch waist. Your feminine slacks and nylon stockings should not be
apparent to anyone if you quickly take your seat on the plane. And keep
your raincoat on at all other times. As for your painted toenails, you
should have no problem as long as you keep your clumpy male shoes on. No
one is going to pay any attention to you, honey."
"I guess your right, my love. It's not any wife who would tolerate a
nervous husband under these circumstances. If it weren't for you I would
just let my fantasies fester until I could bear it no longer? But, I swear
you get more of a bang out of this than I do, and I take all the risks."
"You don't have any clue what it is like being married to you best
girlfriend. I only wish there was some way I could get Bobbi to go
public. Anyway, there is absolutely no one in Seattle except for me that
know the beautiful girl that lurks under those manly clothes. O.K., here
we are at the airport-you grab the suitcase while I sort out the tickets."
"Oh Janice, isn't that the most beautiful sunrise. Can you stand by the
car while I take the first photo."
"No Bob, this is your special trip, let me take a `before' picture." The
pep talk had done me good. We were both quite relaxed as we walked through
the terminal. I picked up a copy of Cosmopolitan at the magazine stand
while Janice checked our big bag through. The gal behind the counter gave
me a knowing smile and I made lightly that it was my wife's favorite
magazine. As we walked to the gate I was busy looking from face to face so
I could take evasive action if I recognized anyone. Before we knew it, I
was quickly removing my raincoat and sliding into the window seat hoping no
one could see my tell tale curves. I forgot to mention that I was wearing
a baseball cap that hid my long hair that had been pinned up in a bun.
Janice had refused to let me cut it since just before we got married. With
a sigh of relief, we were soon in the air.
"Jan, the flight attendant just said something about San Francisco!"
"Oh really! Well Bob I guess the flight continues on to San Francisco after
Portland."
"It would be just my luck that I have to get off at San Francisco instead
of Portland and our parents are there to greet us." I say as a mild wave
of panic hits me.
I glance down to my lap and a second wave of panic hits me. It is quite
apparent that I have breasts in spite of the masking of the heavy sweater.
To make matters worse, there can be no mistaking that I am wearing ladies
slacks as they are so shapely around my crotch not to mention the all too
apparent bumps from my garters on the top of each thigh.
Before, I can do anything a flight attendant is about two feet from my face
saying, "Mam, let me bring your seat to a full upright position", and in
the process knocks my hat off which Janice catches. Jan completes the
encounter by saying, "Don't mind my sister, this is her first flight."
"Janice, what are you doing? I don't remember reclining the seat. Now she
is certain that I am a female." I whisper with a great deal of anguish,
"What are we going to do? The fight attendant knows. Oh, God, help me
Janice."
Quick as a wink Janice whispers back "You got no choice Bobbi, you have got
to switch identities right here." She rummages in her purse and hands me
her lipstick, Bing Cherry perm-gloss. "Put on some lipstick while I look
over the situation."
Unthinkingly, I find myself spreading lipstick on my pursed lips while
holding a cosmetic mirror. I can't believe I did this; it is like some
robot is in control of my body and all I can do is look on. It suddenly
occurs to me I have just passed the point of no return.
Next she undoes the straps of her 3-inch tan colored heels and slides them
over to me. "Take off your clumpy shoes and put these on, quickly Bobbi."
If I didn't know any better, I would say Janice planned this. Her shoes
perfectly match my brown slacks. She adds "Quickly, Bobbi!" and I am
totally preoccupied in getting the straps buckled while I am fixated on my
perfectly polished Bing Cherry toenails.
"Now, take off your sweater." I was wearing a tan colored see through
blouse under the bulky sweater. The blouse was designed to show a lot of
cleavage, and a lot of my cleavage it did show. The frilly designs on the
breast of my slip and my bra did nothing but confirm there was a totally
female body underneath as if the tapering to the twenty-three inch waist
and the subsequent widening of my hips wasn't enough. Before I could
question the command the sweater was being put in the overhead bin along
with my clunky man shoes. Janice brought down a pair of strap sandals for
herself.
She looks me over and immediately focuses on my wedding band. As she slips
her engagement ring off she instructs me to remove my wedding band. She
then puts some cream on her ring, takes my hand, and slips it on the second
finger of my left hand. I soon adorn the emblem of an engaged woman. I
had given Janice the engagement ring about a year ago. If it weren't so
damn expensive I would have gotten a duplicate. But I knew the ring would
fit as it did the hundred or so times I tried it on before giving it to
Janice.
Finally, she says "OK you are passable but once the fasten seat belt signs
go off, I want you to go to the restroom to finish your makeup." It took
all my willpower to stop shaking. In less than five minutes, the man in
21A was magically transformed into a young lady. This was in no small way
due to the two hours of preparation this morning to adorn my lingerie,
shave very close and make sure my eyebrows were passably unisex.
"Are you settled in now, mam?" The pretty flight attendant asked looking
me squarely in the eyes and wearing a most incredibly beautiful smile.
I smiled back, look at her nametag and demurely responded, "Yes Kathy, you
were in such a rush to get my seat upright that you startled me. I sure
could use a cup of coffee, just cream."
"I will bring you some once the lights go off. How about you mam, as she
turns to my wife." She is off before the thought registers that the flight
attendant saw nothing peculiar in me.
Simultaneously with the fasten seat belt light blinking out, Janice says
"Now, quickly". I am up like a shot, snake past my wife as she hands me her
purse and into a restroom. My heart is racing and I can see that I am
blushing just thinking that someone will point to me and say, "Look at the
man dressed as a woman." I start to shake as the reality of the last ten
minutes replays in my mind and am forced to undo my belt and slacks with
the back zipper. I pull down my panties and am rewarded with a stream that
lasts a good fifteen seconds.
Having regained my composure, I do myself up and survey the mirror. I have
to admit that it is far more likely the face in the mirror is female than
male, and I set about with a vengeance to increase these odds by as much as
I can. The ritual that I have been doing now for fourteen years begins and
in a matter of minutes my face is transformed into a beautiful young lady.
Large golden hoop earrings adorn my pierced ears. My brows are shaped into
exquisite arches. The tan colored eye shadow sets off my wavy chestnut
brown hair that falls around my shoulders. My complexion is flawless
thanks to Max Factor and my skill. My lips are neatly outlined with a
lipstick pencil and flawlessly filled in. A touch of color on my cheeks
give the illusion that they are much higher than nature had provided
me. Finally a few drops of perfume add to my presentation of femininity.
When I emerge from the restroom my whole body language is changed. I know
that several people are staring at me, not because I am a man but because I
am knockout gorgeous. I sway up the aisle and stop in front of my wife.
She looks up at me and her mouth falls open.
"Boy, am I jealous! You are beautiful. You are going to have to apply
your skills to me tonight."
As I get to my seat I look out the window to see Portland racing by us.
Before I can question why we are not landing at Portland Kathy brings me my
coffee. She smiles at me. "You are one gorgeous chick when you are made
up." There was the unmistakable look of lust in her eyes. Once, she
leaves, Janice leans over and whispers, "Can I watch you two making mad
passionate love."
I blush and she adds "Are you sure you are not a female? We are going to
have to do some serious exploring at our first opportunity."
By now Portland is way to the rear of the plane. "Where are we going
Janice? What is going on?"
"I'm afraid I have set you up for a few surprises. Yes, we are going to
San Francisco. I knew you would chicken out if I told you before we left
Seattle. You almost wouldn't go to Portland. It is time Bobbi came out of
her closet and what better way than to have a coming out party with close
friends and parents."
Janice adds. "There is going to be a welcoming party at the airport in
about an hour from now. Your parents will be there. Mine as well. We
managed to get the whole wedding party to show up. There is no turning
back at this point I'm afraid. While you were in the restroom, I went into
the one next to you and destroyed that bulky sweater, those damn shoes and
your cap. Besides, you will never be able to get my rings off so I don't
see how you will get by being anything but female."
I was in a full state of panic. What was I going to do? How could I face
those people at the airport looking like this? What is more, I was on the
verge of tears, another indication that I was altogether a female.
"Oh Bobbi, go with the flow. Yes, your mom told me of your `hobby' the
week before we were married when the six of us were together to finalize
arrangements. The three women were in the kitchen when she made her
revelation saying she didn't think you were aware she knew your secret.
She told me about the time she came home early and saw you making yourself
up in her mirror. She decided not to let you know she was home and hid
behind the living room drapes. When you entered the living room she said
it took her breath away. In all ways up to that time you had played the
part of the perfect son. And yet, standing in front of her was a beautiful
daughter she desperately wanted but could never have. She said that she
shared the revelation with your dad that night and he confessed he knew
about it but did not want to bring it up to her. He had seen you several
times and too had to confess you were totally and unbelievably beautiful."
"It was with great relief when we announced our marriage. But that night
she said she couldn't let me marry you without telling me your secret."
"Here let me do your fingernails while I talk."
She grabbed the package in pouch in front of her and held out a package of
fake nails and some crazy glue. I had never had false nails put on in all
the time I was dressing up. All I could think about was having long
fingernails and the panic was quickly being replaced with this erotic
obsession.
Janice continues, "My mother suggested that I better make sure that you
were able to perform sexually before we got married. Remember, that was
the first night we had sex, I told you that I was so horny I practically
raped you. You, poor darling, felt you had taken unfair advantage of me
and was begging me for forgiveness. One thing was clear; you had given me
a first sexual experience that I will never forget. Recall I couldn't stop
my orgasms. You instinctively knew how to turn on my buttons and we
couldn't find how to turn them off. As far as I was concerned, if you
decided to become a female I would have to pay the price and become a
lesbian."
"By the third night of lovemaking, I confessed to you that I had always had
a fantasy that I would marry a man who I could dress up. I insisted you
wear my panties that night and I returned home with my juices running down
my legs. I told you I didn't want you to remove them until we met the next
day." Smiling she says, "You were the perfect martyr, my love. Within a
week you were wearing a garter belt and nylons all the time. When we were
married we both had identical lingerie on. Only your corset wasn't laced
tight until we were alone in the honeymoon suite."
"I think the two of us in bed on our honeymoon with matching underwear was
the most sexy sight I have ever had."
"It has now been seven months since that night and you still have complete
control over me. I am getting very wet right now thinking about it. So
why am I doing this to you?"
"In our seven months of marriage, you have never gone out into the public
as a woman until this flight. Yet I know that you want to do this deep
down. I have tried everything: trickery, crying, begging, threatening and
hormones. Yes dear, I have had you on female hormones for over three
months. I am surprised you have not mentioned your developing breasts to
me yet. But in another month you will have a beautiful set of B-cuppers
and it will be difficult for you to appear in public in male clothing. In
short I want you to be a girlfriend as well as my husband."
"Oh look there is the Golden Gate Bridge. Don't your nails look erotic,
what with that beautiful solitaire and all? Now take my advice, act as if
you have always been the daughter to your parents, daughter-in-law to my
parents and girlfriend to the others that will meet us. Let your hormones
control."
"I want to take an `after' picture. Oh, here's Kathy. Kathy, can you take
a moment to take our picture. Smile Bobbi."
"Kathy, can you take another, I want to share a secret with Bobbi, and you
can catch her reaction. Bobbi, hold my hand so your engagement ring will
show in the picture"
Janice leans over and whispers, "The coming out party will be our second
wedding, but this time you are to wear my wedding dress. Your dad has
already agreed to give you away to me."
The flash caught me with my mouth open and eyes bugging out, but the
expression was one of pure pleasant surprise.
"Your hair appointment is at 2:30 so we will have to rush once we meet the
welcoming party"
As Bobbi walked in front of Janice up the platform to the loading area a
smile came over her lips. She was so in love with her husband. But she
was the aggressive one. Wait till Bobbi sees his boss at the wedding.
Janice had told her about the plan two months ago and was surprised when
she was told they already knew of Bob's fetish at work. He was a very
valuable employee and they would make room for him, male or female. But
she had taken on the role of Bob's mentor and very much want to come to the
wedding if it could be arranged.
She couldn't help but be pleased at the outcome of her months of
preparation. Bobbi's home perms had left her with beautiful cascading hair
that fell to the top of her bra. As she looked at the hourglass figure in
front of her she smiled. I wonder if Bobbi really knows how much her
behind as spread.
She could see some of the welcoming committee up ahead. Bobbi seemed to
increase the sway of her hips as the came into view. Miss America could do
no better in making an entrance. Oh, they had a banner "Congratulations,
Bobbi" and were cheering. Bobbi's mom now ran toward her new daughter with
hands outstretched. Take a picture-get it while the hips are to one side
to capture the sway. She overtakes Bobbi as he and his mother embrace.
There are tears streaming down both faces. Time for another picture. She
kisses her mom, dad, and father in law on the cheek. Bobbi now turns to
hug his dad, who murmurs, "Welcome home honey."
Hugs for his in-laws. They tell her how happy they are for the both of us.
The friends are all over both of us. Bobbi's mother has done a good job in
preparing them for this moment -- it is as if Bob was always Bobbi.