Cindy

by Jean M. Chambers

 

Part 2 - Cindy for Real

 

Sunday morning I rolled out of bed and untangled myself from my nightie, scratching myself with my red, glamour nails in the process. I sat on the edge of the bed staring at my smooth legs and painted toe nails, then caught a glimpse of myself in the full length mirror across the room. It was difficult getting used to seeing my room-mate Cindy's reflection. Since we looked alike, Cindy thought it would be neat if we wore the same hairstyle, then we would look like twin brother and sister. Her friend Lynn, who owns a salon, colored my hair Platinum Blonde and cut it into a shoulder length Page exactly like Cindy's. The color was a surprise for me. I thought we were just going to get the same hair style. The problems started when Cindy realized we actually looked like twin sisters. For kicks and grins, I let her apply makeup and dress me in one of her skirt suits, as she would normally do to herself. The transformation astounded us both. We looked identical.

Cindy got a crazy idea to play a trick on our high rise apartment building's doorman. She and I would dress the same. Then I would go downstairs, through the lobby, making sure he saw me. We would meet across the street in a small restaurant. On the way downstairs I ran into our neighbors, Jill and Bob, who thought I was Cindy. I told them I was meeting my sister Candy across the street for a drink. Forward as they are, they invited themselves to tag along. They asked where Tom, my real identity, was. Pretending to be Cindy, I told them he was away on business for a few weeks and that my sister Candy would be staying with me. At the restaurant I introduced Cindy to them as Candy. Bob surprised everyone by telling me I, who he thought was Cindy, got the job as Executive Secretary to his boss. Cindy was to start Monday morning. Not wanting to put Cindy's job offer at risk, I signed her name to the job contract he produced from inside his jacket. Shortly after, Cindy and I excused ourselves and left. Neither of us had brought any cash so I used Cindy's credit card to pay the check.

When we got back to our apartment I found all of my clothes were all gone. Candy said she had dumped them all into the building's incinerator chute, but I suspected she had hid them on me for kicks. She told me she liked having a sister to bum around with and wanted me to keep pretending I was her for a while longer. She threatened me with some legal hog wash if I didn't because I had impersonated her, used her credit card, and forged her name on an employment contract for a job as an Executive Secretary. I didn't believe a word of it. There was no hurry for me to revert back to my real identity as Tom right away and I was having fun, so I played along with her the next couple of days. It was actually exciting being Cindy for a while and I got caught up in the role I was playing. I had completely taken over her identity, including her bedroom. After a few days of being Cindy I was ready to get out of women's clothes and go back to being Tom. Wearing makeup, pantyhose and skirts every day got old quick. Then Saturday evening came.

We had dressed exactly the same and went to a few local pubs to have fun. The attention we received was incredible. I never realized how excited people got over meeting twins. Especially men. I'm not into guys, but they kept buying us drinks. Before we finished one, another was set in front of us. All we had to do was show them a little leg and smile. We were tipsy when we got home later that evening.

"That was great, but my feet are killing me" I said, kicking off my heels and rubbing my toes.

"And guys think it is easy being a girl" Candy snorted.

She was right. Shaving your legs, putting on makeup every morning, and wearing pantyhose and skirts was a pain, but I wasn't going to admit it. My male ego, assisted by the drinks, started talking.

"Oh, I don't think it is so bad"

"That is because you've only done it for a weekend. You wouldn't last a week as a girl."

"Really?" I asked, offended, "A week would be a walk in the park."

She reconsidered.

"Granted. Maybe you could handle a week or month. Living and working as a full time girl, I'd give you two months tops, then you would be begging to be a man again."

"Two months? Two months would be a breeze, six would be a walk in the park."

"I'm sure it would" she said indifferently.

"Yes! It would." I was getting mad.

"Care to wager that and put your manhood where your big mouth is?" she asked slyly.

"Absolutely!" I spat, determined to win the argument, "Under one condition. You have to live as a man, me, Tom, for the same time period."

For sure I thought she would back down from the challenge. Cindy thought deeply for a moment.

"Okay... but you have to get breast implants so you can really pass and live as me, Cindy" she spat back.

I hadn't expected that, but I couldn't back down. I had my pride to think of. Besides, I didn't think implants were a big deal. Everyone got them these days, and they could be removed. Even if I didn't have them removed after the bet, it wouldn't be hard to hide them. Baggier shirts would do it.

"You are on lady! Oh, you are so on! It will be fun watching you try to fill a man's shoes."

"It will be worth it," she spat back, her temper rising visibly, "Living as a woman will improve your attitude! Tomorrow mister! We start tomorrow."

"Tomorrow!" I yelled back.

The next morning Cindy appeared in the bedroom doorway, tucking her shirt into her pants. The outfit was one of mine. I had been right. She hadn't thrown my clothes into the building's incinerator.

"Hurry up Cindy, my little Secretary." she smirked, "We don't want to be late for our appointments. You'll be pleased to hear. I found a female, plastic surgeon this morning who took quite an interest in our wager. She was more than willing to see you today. That is, if you are man enough and haven't chickened out."

She made a clucking sound, laughed, and left the room. My blood pressure sky rocketed and I jumped up from the bed.

"I'll show you who the man is!" I yelled.

I quickly put on some makeup, one of her skirt suits, and a pair of pumps. She handed me her purse containing her driver's license, credit cards and everything else that went along with being the real Cindy. I handed her my wallet. Twenty minutes later we stepped into her friend, Lynn's, hair salon. We explained the bet to her. She thought it was hilarious and immediately went to work on cutting and dying Cindy's hair like I used to wear mine. She told Cindy she would have to let her eyebrows grow in, but until then, a pair of fake, bushy, brows would do. A little gray makeup on her jaw made her look like she had a beard shadow. She looked just like I used to look. Lynn gave me a quick once over on my hair and makeup. Cindy stood up to leave as Lynn put the finishing touches on me. She was the spitting image of my old self, Tom.

"Now its your turn. I know I can handle being Tom. The question is, can you handle being the real Cindy?"

Thirty minutes later we were in the plastic surgeons office. No one else was there except us and Judy, the surgeon. Judy had me disrobe and lay on an examination table.

"So, my dear. You want a breast augmentation. Are you certain you want to do this?"

My temper flared a little. I was embarrassed enough as it was, but a bet was a bet.

"Yes!" I snapped, "Yes, I am sure. I want a breast augmentation. I want breasts. So, lets just do it and get it over with already."

Judy stared at me for a moment. Fire flickered in her eyes. I had offended her, I could tell. She stuck a needle in my arm and I immediately started to lose consciousness. She leaned close over me and smiled.

"Alright dear. A thirty six D cup I think will suit you just fine. And since you are so nice, I may even throw in a bonus for free."

"Oh my gosh, Judy! Thirty six D? That is rather large."

"He wants breasts. I'm going to give him breasts he can't forget." were the last words I heard.

A moment later I awoke, laying on the same table. Two well rounded mounds pressed up from my chest beneath the sheet. My chest was sore. I tried to sit up and noticed my hips and thighs were sore too. Judy appeared at my side to help me up. It took several minutes for my head to clear. My chest sagged a little and bounced when I moved. I stared down at the two mounds of flesh, which were now my chest. I had breasts. Large breasts. Breasts men would die for, as long as they were on someone else. Cindy commented how I had no choice but to wear a bra every day now, just like most other women. Doctor Judy stepped behind me and had me put my arms through the straps of a bra. She told me it was a softer, padded bra, to be worn until the swelling and soreness went away. Cindy helped me put my blouse back on. My skirt, panty hose, and panties had been removed. Then I realized why my hips and thighs were sore. They were noticeably fuller than before. The doctor flashed a huge smile.

"Yes! You now have hips too. Womanly hips. The kind that swing when you walk."

I was still groggy from the anesthetic.

"Hold on now." I said thickly to Cindy, "Hips and thighs weren't part of the deal."

"Oh. Don't worry, Cindy," Judy patted my hand as she stressed the name Cindy, "There is no charge for the extra work. Consider it a present from me for you being so nice earlier. Think of all the slinky dresses and tight skirts you can wear now. You certainly won't have any problem filling them out."

"Besides," added Cindy, "our deal was for you to live as me. Most of my outfits are form fitting or skimpy. You'll need to have a womanly shape to wear them."

I reluctantly let Cindy and Judy help me on with the rest of my clothes.

I looked at my reflection in a full length mirror. If any thing, I was more attractive than before. I now filled the skirt suit out to perfection, without padding. My waist looked tiny when accented with the wider hips and larger breasts. With the female shape no one would ever mistake me for anything but a woman no matter what I wore... or didn't. Cindy stood close behind me and hissed into my ear.

"Now show me where the man is, Cindy."

She started laughing so hard she had to sit down.

"You'll look great in a bikini. Believe me, nobody will mistake you for a man, ever again."

Doctor Judy didn't laugh, but her eyes did. She was right. The only way I could convince anyone I was a man would be to show them my manhood. Both of them knew I wouldn't do that. Judy gave me some pills for the pain. Cindy pulled out of the doctor's office parking lot. She shot me a smile when she noted how lady like I was forced to sit, with knees pressed firmly together, while wearing her short, tight skirt suit. She slid a little farther down in her seat and let her legs fall loosely open, as a man would do.

"I really didn't think you would go through with it. It was just a friendly bet made in the heat of argument and I figured you would back out, but you didn't. You actually got breast and hip implants, neither of which are cheap or easy to undo. The doc gave you hip implants because you pissed her off. She knew you couldn't hide your feminine shape if she gave them to you along with the breasts. You are in for a culture shock. You'll have to learn a whole new way of life."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You have now officially crossed over to being a female and must realize there is no going back. You shouldn't have let your ego carry you away. On the down side, the boobs and hips won't come off with the bra and panties anymore. Women won't date you because you are one of them. The only clothes that will fit you are women's. And, you'll have to use the ladies room from now on. The plus side is, you can be around women all you want. You'll go to bed every night with the prettiest wet dream you have ever had. Last but not least, you can have all the men you want because, believe me, with your new shape they will be on you like bees on honey. Also, you should be excited because tomorrow you start your new job as an Executive Secretary. You might have to get coffee, buy your boss's wife gifts, prance around in high heels, and put up with an occasional slap on the ass, but that is a small price for the excellent pay."

Cindy's voice droned into oblivion as the realization of what I had done sank in. I just wanted to win a bet, not live the rest of my life as a female. My eyes wandered down to my lap and panty hose clad knees. It would be hard getting used to such full hips and large breasts. I felt one of them and squeezed it lightly as if the touch would wake me up from a dream. An extremely loud burst from a truck horn startled me. When I looked up I saw a truck driver leering down at me from the semi truck riding beside us. I had given him a free girly show. I flashed him a smirk and flipped my skirt up so he could see my legs clear up to my panties. He went nuts blowing the horn.

"I see you've already discovered another inconvenience of being a woman" laughed Candy, "Don't worry. There are lots more."

She stepped on the gas and we went home. Like a gentleman, Cindy opened the car door for me to get out in front of our apartment building.

"Remember. From now on I am Tom and you are Cindy" she said.

"I won't" I feigned a smile.

"Don't forget" she repeated.

"Dressed like this, how could I" I hissed at her.

She let me go first and took me by the elbow to guide me, as a proper man should. Our doorman saw us coming and held the door for me.

"Afternoon, Cindy." he tipped his hat to me, "Hi, Tom. Cindy said you would be gone a few weeks."

I thoughtlessly started to answer, but Cindy dug her nails into my arm to stop me.

"Job got cancelled. Got to come home early, is all. I might be leaving again soon though. Have another client lined up."

I caught the doorman eyeing my behind up and down from the corner of my eye. Funny. It hadn't bothered me before, but now that it was my ass he was actually looking at and not padding, it did. I gave him a curt smile and walked to the elevator. He watched me every step of the way. It made me feel naked. Tom chatted with the doorman for a moment until the elevator came, then trotted over to join me.

"Did you see how he googled at me?"

"So? He always does. Don't tell me you never noticed all the times he leered at me."

"No, I didn't. Not really. Well... sort of. I noticed last week when we were playing at being twins, but it was all in fun."

"Sure. As long as it wasn't real, it was fun. Now its real, and its your breasts and ass he is leering at. Imagine how he'll treat you when Tom isn't around. If you think you feel like a piece of meat now, wait until then."

The elevator stopped a few floors from ours. Another man got on. I noticed the first thing he looked at was my breasts. How disgusting, I thought. As we rode the rest of the way up to our floor I noticed him staring at me in the mirror like surface of the elevator doors. It made me uncomfortable. Not knowing what else to do, I smiled at him. He smiled back and stood a little straighter. That amused me.

Back inside our apartment I went directly to Cindy's room. Correction. My room. I laid down on the pink, ruffled, comforter covering the bed. The day had been short, but I was tired and still a little disoriented from the operation. My head was full of thoughts as I stared at various photos of Cindy on the dresser. Pretending I was Cindy for a couple of days was different than actually becoming Cindy. Somehow the room seemed different now that I had officially donned Cindy's identity for the next few months. Being a girl twenty four-seven would definitely be an adjustment. I knew I couldn't just switch back to Tom whenever I got tired of being Cindy. Looking as I did now, and having traded all of my legal ID with Cindy, it would be difficult to prove I was anybody but Cindy. Now that I had time to consider the consequences I was beginning to regret my ego driven actions. I fell asleep.

 

 

 

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