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Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2002 21:35:14 -0800 (PST)
From: Anna Hedge <avhedge@yahoo.com>
Subject: Internal Affairs
Internal Affairs
By Anna V. Hedge
Copyright 2002 Anna V. Hedge
avhedge@yahoo.com
Chapter I
My name is John Smith. I am, just like my name, a just another person in
this world. I am 5'10" with dark hair and glasses. The glasses I
inherited from my mom's side of the family. I've been wearing glasses
forever, well since third grade. I have an average body. I am 28 years
old. I am a salesman at a computer company where the pay is good enough to
allow me to enjoy certain luxuries. I also like cross-dressing. My desire
for women's clothing started from an early age. By the time I was 12 I
already had a nice stash that included several outfits, bras, panties, and
nylons, all, of course, courtesy of my mom, step-mom, and sisters. While I
enjoy women's clothing, I have never managed to tell anyone about my hobby.
Yes, my hobby. I consider it a hobby because it soothes my mind and body.
Being a woman for a weekend at home, or even for just an evening has always
allowed me to relax and to enter the world of Jessica Smith. I had been
dressing secretly until I turned 26, when I unexpectedly fell in love with
a lawyer, Katie McWilliams.
Katie and I dated for about a year before we decided to move in together.
Since our relationship started, I avoided dressing up for fear that she
might find out and that I would lose her. That, however, did not keep me
from wondering how would her outfits look on me. I also found myself at
times thinking as a woman when we were having sex. Yes, I would fantasize
about her being in me instead of the other way around. Oddly enough, those
were the best orgasms. About 3 months ago I decided to propose to her.
She accepted, and we have been planning the wedding for a year from next
month.
A couple of weeks ago I decided to come clean to hear about my
cross-dressing past. I told her that I had been doing for a very long
time. That it was something that just seemed to be in my mind no matter
how hard I tried to fight it out. But most importantly, that I had not
dressed up since I met her. Surprisingly, she asked me whether I had
thought about dressing since I met her. I told her that it was hard to
keep the thoughts off my mind, but that even though I had thought about it
every now and again, I had fought off the desire to put on feminine attire.
She smiled, kissed me deeply, and thanked me for trusting her with this.
About a week later, Katie came home and asked me if I wanted to spend
Thanksgiving at her parent's cabin. Her parents had died several years
ago, and Katie being the sole child, inherited the property. We usually
drove there to spend long weekends since it was only a 3-hour drive from
the city. I agreed that it would be a good idea, and that this way we
could have a nice romantic Thanksgiving weekend.
On Wednesday night before Thanksgiving I started loading our stuff into our
car's trunk. I noticed that Katie had packed 3 large suitcases for the
trip, as well as her makeup bag. I made nothing of it, and we set out.
The drive to the cabin was fairly uneventful except that Katie seemed
somewhat anxious to get there. She also managed to tell me that she was
sure that this was going to be one of the best weekends of my life.
We got to the cabin around eleven thirty at night. As soon as we walked
in, Katie took my hand and took me to the sofa. As we both sat down, she
looked straight to my eyes and told me:
"John," her eyes looked filled with joy, "I understand how hard it's been
for you to hold off your desires to be a woman while we have been going
out."
My mind started racing. Where was she going with this? Was she about to
break up with me?
"So, I decided to give you a whole weekend to be a girl." She said with a
large smile.
"What are you talking about?"
"I spent the last week buying clothes for you so that we can have a girl's
weekend. Just your girl self and me."
I couldn't believe my ears.
"But before we start, and I can tell by that look of yours that you're
intrigued, I need to know what is your...your girl name?"
"My girl name?" I asked while my mind remained puzzled by Katie's proposal.
"Jessica." I said while managing to say it in as girly a way as possible.
"Well, Jessica. I think this is going to be lots of fun."
Katie grabbed my hand and headed to our bedroom. There she opened one of
the suitcases and pulled out a little box that contained hair-removal
strips. As she opened the box, I started to think about what was about to
happen to me.
"Don't just stand there, take off your clothes" she said while looking
straight at me.
I did as told. She then reached towards the suitcase and pulled out a silk
fuchsia robe which she tossed my way and asked me to put it on. Once I had
the robe on, Katie sat me on the bed and started removing all my body hair.
She started with my legs and once she was finished she gave me a bikini
line. Then she proceeded to take off the few hairs that were in my belly
and breast region, and proceeded to my armpits and forearms. Finally, she
moved to my face. Up to now, I had not protested, but when she headed
towards my eyebrows I objected.
"Don't worry, we'll take them all off on Sunday and you will just tell
people that you had a small accident with the fireplace" she stated as if
she had expected my objection.
I shrugged and Katie proceeded to give me the most wonderful, and
beautifully arched eyebrows. Once the hair-removal procedure was done, she
instructed me to take a hot bubble bath. She prepared the bath for me by
adding several soaps and other items to the water. When I was finished
with the bath, I found myself marveling at the smoothness of my skin, and
upon looking at the mirror I loved the appearance of my eyebrows.
As I finished drying myself up, I put on the fuchsia robe, and walked into
our bedroom. What I saw gave me an instant erection. On the bed there was
a light pink satin baby doll and its matching panties. I looked up and
Katie was looking right at me.
"I take it by your unwomanly reaction that you like the baby doll" she had
a wide smile. "Well what are you waiting for, try it on. But before you
do so, I also got you these."
She was holding a light pink satin bra, which matched the baby doll and
panties, on one hand, and a box holding a pair of breast forms on the
other. I was astonished.
"I figured if you were to be a girl for the weekend, you might as well go
all the way" she said.
She approached me, gave me a light kiss on the lips, tossed the bra and
breast-forms on the bed, and proceeded to move down on my now extremely
evident hard-on. She licked my penis while massaging my balls. I was so
aroused that I came in seconds. She cleaned my dick when I finished. She
then gave me a kiss which included the last part of my cum which I sloshed
around my mouth and swallowed.
"Well," she said, "it looks like Jessica has just being baptized."
I looked at her, still not believing what had just happened. I slowly
started to grasp what had happened and came to realize that I had greatly
enjoyed it. Even the taste of my own cum! She must have seen my look of
happiness because she gave me a light kiss and then handed me my bra.
I put on my bra, with the skill of someone who had done this before. She
then handed me the breast forms which game a nice bust line. Before I put
on the panties she handed me a roll of surgical tape and added that it so
that I could "tighten" my "equipment." I then pushed my nuts up and taped
them out of the way, and sent my penis back between my legs. As I finished
putting on my panties, what remained behind was a nice flat surface instead
of my so-called equipment. The baby doll slipped right on, and with my new
bust line, it looked great. I felt a new hard on starting to build, but
just as I was about to head to the bathroom to relieve myself, Katie sat me
down at the vanity and started to work on my toe nails.
Once she was finished painting my toenails dark red, she moved on to
placing extensions on my nails. She worked swiftly and when she asked me
what color I wanted them, I asked for a French Tip.
"Then we'll have to go into town tomorrow to get your nails done," she said
while looking at me like a child who just met her hero.
Before I could object she stated applying the same color nail polish on my
nails as she had done on my toenails. As I waited for my nails to dry,
Katie started getting ready for bed. She emerged from the bathroom wearing
her flannel pajamas. She looked at me, and using her index finger asked me
to come to her. I stood up and as I approached her she told me to stop.
"C'mon Jessica. You have to walk like a girl if you want to be a girl."
The next hour Katie showed me how to walk like a girl without overdoing it.
After that she had me walk on different size heels until we were both
exhausted and decided it was time to head for bed. She had me remove my
wig before going to bed. As we fell asleep, I cuddled against Katie and
felt her breathing as I fell asleep.
Chapter II
As the bright ray of light hit my face, I glanced up to see a slight figure
holding standing by the curtain. Katie was looking fabulous. She was
wearing a pair of tight shorts and a sports bra. Her hair was in a
ponytail. Her tennis shoes told me that she was getting ready for her
morning workout.
"Good morning sunshine."
"Hmm. Good morning," I replied as I looked for my glasses on the table.
"Well, it's time for our morning workout."
"Our morning workout?"
Before I could finish my question I figured out what she meant when she
tossed me a pair of black shorts similar to hers, a sports bra, a black
leotard, and pointed to the corner of the room where a pair of socks with
pink trim and tennis shoes were waiting for me.
As soon as I finished putting on my shoes I joined Katie on the adjacent
room where she had the TV waiting with an aerobics tape. What followed was
one of the most grueling workouts of my life. I had never imagined that
aerobics could be so demanding. I had seen Katie workout for quite some
time but I had never imagine how hard this things could be. On top of
that, the breast forms provided a bounce to my chest area that took me a
while to get used to. At the end of the workout I was exhausted.
Katie went to the kitchen while I went ahead to take a shower. The hot
water felt like heaven. As I stepped out of the shower Katie handed me one
of her health drinks. I looked puzzled as I never got used to the taste of
the drink, but when she said, "a girl needs to eat healthier," I just took
the drink. As I stepped into the bedroom my clothes for the day were
waiting for me on the bed.
"You can get dressed by yourself while I take a bath?" Katie asked me as
she was removing her clothing and walking into the bathroom.
"No problem," I replied as I headed towards my attire.
The first thing at hand was to tape my nuts out of the way. Once that was
taken care of I put on my silky black panties. An equally black bustier
was then waiting for me. Luckily I had done the hook-and-eye closure
before and it was on me in no time. The bustier made it somewhat hard to
breathe, and once the breast forms were in place, the whole thing was a
tight fit. The garter belt came on next and the light brown colored
stockings finished the work. I started to look at myself on the mirror by
turning one way and another.
"You look fantastic," Katie said with a smile. "Let me put something on
quick so that we can do your makeup.
She put on her red velvet bra and red velvet panties and told me to sit at
the vanity. She started applying foundation. She moved efficiently as she
added the eye shadow, mascara, and eyeliner in a jiffy. Next she worked on
my lips using lip liner followed by the lipstick, which was of dark red.
She finished off with the blush, and finished her work by putting my wig
on.
"All right Jessie. Now finish dressing yourself up while I get ready. We
have an appointment at the nail salon in an hour and a half and it is an
hour drive."
I nodded and started towards the bed. I picked up the satin silver blouse
and buttoned it carefully with my manicured nails. The black skirt came on
next. It went down to about a couple of inches above my knees. The outfit
was finalized with a pair of 2-inch heels, a lady's watch, and a gold chain
with a small pendant.
"Ready to go," said a now fully dressed Katie.
She looked better with every day. She was wearing a black skirt, black
nylons, black pumps, and a button down pink shirt. Her face was lightly
made up. She looked perfect.
"Katie, since when do salons open on Thanksgiving?"
"Don't be silly Jessie. We're going to Mel's salon. I called her last
night and asked if we could come in for a quick manicure."
"You told your cousin Melanie about me?"
"Don't worry. She said she wouldn't tell anyone. Besides, she told me she
couldn't wait to see what you looked like."
"But..."
"No buts miss. After all, wasn't it you that wanted a French Tip?"
With that the discussion was over. She handed me my purse, and we headed
out towards the car.
The drive to the salon was nerve wrecking. I kept on looking at myself on
the mirror and Katie kept telling me that I looked great. At one point, I
decided to see what Katie had packed in my purse, and to my surprise I
found a napkin. I picked it up and Katie looked at me and smiled.
"You're enjoying this more than me aren't you?" I asked and then we both
started laughing.
We finally arrived, and to my chagrin, Mel didn't seem to be around. Katie
said that we should knock to see if she was in there. As I stepped out of
the car, another car pulled right next to us. I straightened my skirt
walked towards the salon ignoring the car. Just as I was about to knock I
heard a voice calling me.
"Oh my God! John, is that you?"
I turned around to find Mel with a look of great surprise.
"Hi Mel. Nice seeing you again," I replied with as feminine a voice as I
could muster.
"Wow. You look fantastic. Katie you did a hell of a job, or did you do it
yourself?" she asked while winking at me.
She moved slowly towards the door and opened the salon holding the door
open for Katie and me to go in. She then closed the door and relocked it.
"I just can't believe it's you," Mel said while looking at me.
"She looks gorgeous doesn't she?" Katie asked.
"Yes she does. If I didn't know him...I mean her, I would've thought she
was one of us."
Both girls were now checking me out.
"So, John..." Mel started.
"Jessica, or Jessie." Katie corrected.
"What can I do for you today?"
"She was thinking about a manicure. French Tip, and I was thinking about
fixing up that hair underneath the wig a little to make it more feminine."
I started to object, but Melanie grabbed my hand and sat me down at one of
the stations and started talking with Katie about my hair. Before I could
utter a word she had taken my wig off and started working on my hair. After
about an hour and a half, she had my hair looking totally different, and
she then started to work on my nails. In another half hour she was done
with my nails and I felt wonderful.
"Well gorgeous, you are all set," Mel was staring at me.
"What is it?" I asked her.
"You looked so amazing. I just can't get over the fact that underneath
this girl is my cousin's fiancee."
"Well, get used to it girl," I replied jokingly.
"Are you planning on staying this way long?" Mel asked.
"Nope, just until the end of the weekend."
"Well, let's just see what happens with the weekend," Katie intervened.
Mel and I looked at Katie. What did she mean by "let see what happens?"
To be continued...