SYNOPSIS: When my wife discovers my passion for crossdressing, she decides to spend a weekend getting to know my feminine side.

 

My Weekend En Femme

by Tammy Richards

 

I'm a software engineer. For the past four years, I have been telecommuting to work. Unless there are meetings to attend, I spend my days working from my office at home. This gives me plenty of opportunities to indulge my passion for crossdressing. After my wife Michele leaves for work (she's the IT manager for a small company), I usually get dressed in a skirt and blouse or a dress and high heels. I also put on a wig and add earrings and other jewelry. If I'm feeling particularly feminine, I will go all out with makeup and glue-on nails. I spend the day working in my feminine attire. In the late afternoon, I change back to my normal male clothes and hide away my feminine finery before my wife gets home.

Over the last few years, I've built up a rather extensive feminine wardrobe that I keep hidden in an old trunk in our attic. I have kept my crossdressing desires secret from my wife for fear that she would leave me if she found out. Recently I discovered that most secrets don't remain secret forever.

It was a Friday shortly after noon. I was admiring myself in the full-length mirror as I combed my hair and touched up my lipstick. I was dressed in a very sexy white knit suit that I had purchased online from Victoria's Secret. The miniskirt really showed off my long, shapely legs. I was perched atop a pair of white patent leather pumps with 5-inch stiletto heels. I smiled at myself in the mirror. For a man, I thought I looked like a reasonably sexy chick.

Suddenly I heard a noise behind me. I turned around and was temporarily blinded by a flash of light. "My, my. Don't you look cute," my wife said as she snapped a second picture.

I was stunned. I hadn't heard the car drive in or the door being opened. I searched for something to say. Finally I stammered: "Wha-What are you doing home so early?"

"More to the point, what are you doing dressed in those clothes?"

I blushed in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Occasionally I like to dress up in women's clothes. I don't know why. I guess I just like the look and feel of wearing sexy clothes."

"Don't lie to me. It's not just occasionally. I happen to know that you've dressed up every day this week except Wednesday when you had to go into your office for meetings."

I was stunned by her revelation. "You're right but how did you know."

She smiled at me. "I've been testing a new internet-based camera system for our office. I decided that it would be fun to test it by installing it in a few rooms in our house. Last Saturday while you were playing golf I installed and configured the equipment. Imagine my surprise when I turned on the camera Monday morning and observed you prancing around the bedroom in a very sexy red dress and high heels. I've been watching you all week. Once I discovered that you were dressing up every day, it didn't take me long to find your stash of women's clothes. I've also been on the various crossdressing websites that you like to visit."

I was dying of embarrassment. "I'm sorry that I've kept this secret from you. There were many times that I wanted to tell you about my crossdressing, but I've always been afraid of how you would react. I love you very much and I don't want to loose you."

"I'm not sure yet how I feel about this. I'm going to need some time to get used to seeing you in a dress and heels." Her eyes traveled from the top of my wig down my body to my high-heeled shoes. "Let's see how you walk in those shoes." I walked from one end of the room to the other, remembering to take short steps and let my ass swing as I walked.

"Now turn and strike a feminine pose for me," she said. I did and she snapped another picture. She pointed to a chair in the corner. "Sit down over there. Now turn and show off those sexy legs of yours." When I did, she held up the camera and took another picture. I was wondering what she planned to do with all of the pictures.

"What name do you use when you're dressed like this?" she asked.

I blushed. "I like to think of myself as Tammy."

"Well Tammy, after watching you this week and examining your wardrobe, it's clear that dressing up in women's clothes is something that's very important to you. I'll admit that I don't understand why you want to dress like this, but I love you also and I'm willing to try and get comfortable seeing you this way. I need to get to know your feminine side so I want you to stay as Tammy for the entire weekend. Will you do that for me?"

I smiled with relief. "Thank you for being so understanding. I'll do anything you want me to do."

Michele smiled at this comment. Dropping her camera into her purse she said: "I've got to get back to work but I've made dinner reservations for us at 7 PM. She looked at me appraisingly. "I'd suggest you wear something a little more conservative unless you want to get propositioned."

I was horrified. "I can't go out dressed as Tammy. What if somebody recognized me?"

"You can and you will. You just got done telling me you'd do anything I want. Tonight I want to go out to dinner with Tammy." She gave me a piercing look. "I'm giving you a chance to show me what a wonderful person Tammy is. Don't blow this opportunity." With that she turned and walked out of the house, leaving me to contemplate the weekend.

The rest of the afternoon was a disaster. I tried to get some more work done but had a hard time concentrating as I thought about the evening ahead. My wife hadn't said anything about where we were going.

At 4:30 I gave up and turned off my computer. I stripped off my clothes, removed my make-up and climbed into the shower. As the water cascaded about me, I tried to figure out what I could wear for a dinner out in public. Since I like short skirts and high heels, I don't have very many conservative outfits. After a lot of thought I decided on my calf-length black skirt and a white blouse.

After drying and powdering myself, I shaved twice to remove all traces of my beard. I then put on a very tight panty girdle to hide my male bulge and a white lacy bra. I inserted my breastforms and then put on a camisole. Since I was wearing a longer skirt, I opted for stockings rather than pantyhose.

I sat down at my wife's vanity and spent a long time working on my makeup. I started with beard cover followed by a crème foundation. I set the foundation with powder and used blusher to give my cheeks color. I used eyeliner and shadow to shape and color my eyes and added two coats of mascara. Finally I applied a deep red lipstick. When I was satisfied, I put on my skirt and blouse and a pair of high-heeled black pumps.

I was just finishing up when Michele walked into the house. "Hi Tammy, I'm home," she called out. "Are you dressed for dinner yet?"

I tried my best to respond using a feminine voice. "I'm just about ready. I hope I look OK."

She walked into the bedroom. "Wow! You look beautiful in that outfit. I love your blouse. Maybe you'll let me borrow it sometime.

I smiled shyly and said: "Do you really think I look OK? I'm scared to death about going out like this."

She kissed me lightly on the lips. "You look very feminine." "She rubbed the front of my skirt. "Nobody would suspect you have extra equipment under there. Why don't you get us each a glass of wine while I get changed?

I headed for the kitchen to get the wine while she went into the bathroom. When I returned to the bedroom, I heard the shower running. I set Michele's wine on the vanity and sat down to drink a little liquid courage. When she returned to the bedroom she was wearing a lacy white bra and a pair of satin bikini panties. She also had on a garter belt and stockings. It was the first time in more than a year that I had seen her wearing stockings. I looked at her appreciatively. "Your lingerie is beautiful. Your stockings are very sexy."

She smiled at me. "I'm guessing that you're also wearing stockings. I don't want you to look more feminine than I do."

I laughed and pulled up my skirt to show her my stocking tops. "So where are we going to dinner?"

"You'll see when we get there. Don't worry. The restaurant we're going to has very low lighting and lots of privacy. Nobody will pay any attention to us." She held up her wine glass. "Here's to my first night out with my new girlfriend Tammy." We both sipped.

She sat at the vanity and began to apply her makeup. "Why don't you come and watch me. You've done a pretty good job but you still have a lot to learn." As she worked on her face, she explained each step to me. When she was done she put on a very pretty navy blue skirt-suit and a pair of navy high-heeled sandals. When she was ready to go, she took her camera out of her purse. "I need to get a picture of you in that outfit." I posed while she snapped several pictures.

"What are you going to do with all the pictures?" I asked.

She smiled cryptically. "That depends on how well the weekend goes." She dropped the camera back into her purse. "Do you have a purse to carry?"

"Since I've never been out of the house as Tammy, I've never needed a purse." Michele got a black leather purse out of her closet and handed it to me. "You can use this." She helped me fill it with essentials for the evening. Looking at her watch, she said: "We need to get going or we'll be late for our reservations."

We got into the car with Michele driving. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was going out in public dressed as a woman. I thought that I looked reasonably feminine, but I also knew that I needed to act and sound like a woman. Any mistakes would reveal my true sex and possibly create an ugly scene.

She glanced at me as she drove. "Tell me more about Tammy. How long have you been dressing in women's clothes?"

I blushed. "I started dressing up in my mother's clothes as a teenager. When they left me home alone, I loved to slip into my parent's bedroom, strip out of my male clothing and spend hours wearing my mother's lingerie, dresses and high heels. By the time I graduated from high school, I probably had tried on most of the clothes that she owned."

She continued to ask me questions as we drove. I answered them all completely and honestly. I decided that the time for secrets was over.

I recognized the restaurant when we turned into the parking lot. It was a small Italian restaurant that we had eaten at several times in the past. Michele parked and looked at me. "OK Tammy, we're here. Just relax and act natural. You'll be fine."

"I giggled (the wine was taking hold). "Easy for you to say."

That broke the tension. We got out of the car and walked into the restaurant, two women out for a pleasant evening. Michele gave her name to the hostess and we were led to a table. I took a seat with my back to the restaurant. The waitress arrived a minute later. "Good evening ladies. Could I get you something to drink before dinner?"

Michele replied: "I think I'll have a Cosmopolitan. What about you, Tammy?"

Summoning up my most feminine voice I looked at the waitress. "That's sounds good. I'll have one too."

When the waitress left, Michele reached across the table and patted my hand. "You did fine Tammy. She doesn't suspect a thing."

I let out a small sigh of relief. "Thank God. I was so nervous waking in here in my high heels that I thought I might fall over." I picked up the menu and began to study it. "I'm not sure what to have tonight."

"Let's find out the specials before we make a decision."

When the waitress returned with our drinks, she reviewed the specials for the evening and then said: "I'll let you ladies enjoy your cocktails. I'll be back shortly to take your orders."

We raised our glasses and each took a sip. "It's very good," I said as I took a second sip.

"Just be careful," Michele admonished. Then she laughed. "I'd hate to see you get tipsy and have trouble walking out of here."

We continued to chat like two girlfriends as we sipped our drinks and studied the menu. I was amazed by Michele's behavior. She was trying very hard to treat me like a woman. She acted like there was nothing unusual about me sitting in the restaurant in a skirt and blouse. From time to time, I glanced around at the neighboring tables. Nobody was paying any attention to us. I relaxed and really began to enjoy my first evening out as Tammy.

We had a wonderful dinner. After dinner we shared a dessert and lingered over our coffee. When we had paid the bill and were ready to leave, Michele said: "I need to use the ladies room. Why don't you come with me? When we walked in, we found two women standing at the sink talking as they touched up their lipstick. Michele went into a stall and I walked up to the sink and began to comb my hair. One of the women looked at me in the mirror.

"That's a very pretty blouse you're wearing. Where did you get it?"

"Thank you," I replied. "I'm not sure where it came from. I got it as a present." The women left the ladies room and I breathed another sigh of relief.

Michele came out of the stall with a big smile on her face. "I heard that. You handled yourself very well." She looked at me. "You need to touch up your lipstick after dinner." We stood side-by-side at the sink applying a fresh coat. Then we left the restaurant and headed for home.

I really relaxed on the drive home. My ordeal was over and there had been no problems. I turned to Michele. "I still can't believe that I spent the whole evening in a restaurant dressed like this and nobody suspected a thing. It's really been a fantastic night."

Michele reached over and patted my thigh. "The night is still young. I have other plans for us when we get home." We walked into the house and upstairs to the bedroom. "Let's get out of these clothes," she suggested. While I took off my skirt and blouse, she removed and hung up her suit. She walked up to me and began rubbing my crotch. "That girdle does a good job of hiding your male bulge, but I think it's time to let it out. While I'm getting us a nightcap, why don't you take it off and put on some sexier undies."

I quickly unhooked my stockings and took off my panty girdle. I then put on my black garter belt and black satin panties. When I was dressed, I pulled the covers off the bed and climbed onto it, lounging against the headboard and pillows in a seductive pose.

When Michele returned with our drinks, I noted that she had removed her panties and bra and was now wearing only her stockings, garter belt and high heels. She strutted provocatively over to the bed and handed me my drink. We each took a sip. She then climbed onto the bed, straddled me and lowered her naked love nest onto my panty-clad cock. She wiggled her ass back and forth to press herself more firmly against me. I could feel her juices began to soak the front of my panties. She stared lovingly at me as she sipped her drink.

"You really do make a cute girl Tammy." I beamed with pleasure. She kissed me tenderly on the lips and continued: "What really amazes me is how turned on I am by seeing you dressed this way. I don't think I've ever been so horny. I really wasn't sure how I would react to spending an evening with my feminized husband, but I sure am glad I decided to try it."

I pulled her to me and kissed her. "I'm glad too. I was really devastated when you discovered me this afternoon. I was afraid that our marriage might be over. Instead it has turned out to be the best evening of my life."

"That will teach you not to keep secrets from me." When we were done with our drinks, Michele climbed off me, took our glasses and set them on the nightstand. She then lay back down and stretched out. I slid down next to her and took her in my arms. We began to kiss. Our mouths opened and she pushed her tongue deep into me. It quickly became clear that Michele wanted to be in control of our lovemaking, which was a real role reversal for us. For my part I was delighted to take a submissive role.

She eased me over on my back and knelt above me, sliding my panties down my legs. Taking my cock in her hands she gently kissed the tip of it and then let it slide into her mouth. I was astonished because she had never done this before. She began working her way up my body showering me with kisses as I lay on the bed in ecstasy. Then she crawled forward until she was straddling my head and lowered her sopping pussy onto my waiting mouth. The aroma of her juices was heavenly. I pushed my tongue into her vagina and began to stimulate her love button. She moaned and shuddered as a powerful orgasm exploded deep inside her. We stayed like that for what seemed like hours, both of us loving every minute.

Michele finally lifted herself off my face and slid back down my body until her cunt was poised directly above my waiting cock. Reaching down between her legs she grabbed my cock and pointed it straight up in the air. She then lowered herself, pushing it deep inside her. She began to gyrate, slowly at first and then with more intensity. I could feel the pressure building and I came, shooting my semen deep into her.

She continued to straddle my groin as our breathing slowed. She reached down and squeezed my breastforms though my bra. "My, my, what big tits you have, Tammy." She took her own in her hands and held them. "I think they're even bigger than mine."

I smiled and reached up to fondle hers. "Yes, but yours are real and mine are only silicone."

Michele sighed contentedly. "I guess we better get cleaned up and ready for bed. We've got a busy day tomorrow. Why don't you put on that sexy pink nightgown that I saw in your trunk?"

We both removed our makeup, put on our nightgowns and fell into bed exhausted. We cuddled together and kissed lovingly. Within minutes we were asleep in each other's arms.

It was nearly 8 AM when we woke up. I stretched and sighed contentedly. "What's are we going to do today?"

Michele smiled. "This morning we're going to go shopping."

I was shocked. "Please tell me you're kidding. Going to the mall in broad daylight as Tammy would be even riskier than going out to dinner last night."

She looked at me disapprovingly. "Tammy, my dear, you need to learn to trust me. I'm going to give you some new experiences this weekend, but I'm not going to put you in any high-risk situations. I said we were going shopping but I didn't say we were going to the mall. Now come along and let me help you pick out something appropriate to wear."

We started by taking all of the clothes out of my trunk and hanging them in my closet next to my male clothes. My lingerie went into my underwear drawer. When the trunk was unpacked Michele went through my closet, picked out my red knit minidress and handed it to me. "Isn't this the dress I saw you prancing around in last Monday? I think it will be perfect for today's shopping trip.

I took the dress, gathered my lingerie and headed to the bathroom to get showered and shaved. When I came out of the bathroom, Michele had already gone downstairs to fix us some breakfast. After making up my face and combing my wig, I put on my dress and a pair of high-heeled T-strap pumps. I then opened Michele's jewelry cabinet and took out a long gold chain that I draped around my neck. I checked myself in the mirror. I thought that the combination of the short dress and high-heeled pumps really made my legs look sexy. Satisfied with my appearance, I went downstairs.

Walking into the kitchen, I twirled and struck a pose. "How do I look?"

Michele stared at me in amazement. "Wow, you look fantastic in that outfit." She laughed. "You've got the sexiest legs of any man I know. Come and have some breakfast before we leave."

I sat down at the table while Michele poured the coffee. I noticed that she was wearing a pair of slacks and a blouse with low-heeled shoes. "It seems like I'm really overdressed compared with you. Won't I stand out?"

"I want you to stand out. I want everybody to see what an attractive woman you are."

I had no idea what she was planning but I decided to accept her earlier admonition and trust her judgment.

When we got in the car, she turned to me. "You can relax for a while. It's a 1-hour drive to our shopping destination."

"Are you going to tell me where we're going?"

"I want it to be a surprise. However, I suspect you'll recognize it when we get there."

With that cryptic comment we headed out. It was a beautiful day and a very pleasant drive. We finally pulled into the parking lot of a small strip mall. I scanned the storefronts and immediately recognized a name. It made me laugh.

Michele grinned impishly. "What's so funny Tammy?"

"I've never been to this store but I've purchased several things from them online." I looked at her. "How did you know about it?"

I told you I've spent a lot of time checking out the crossdressing websites that you like to visit. I decided that this would be a great place to come for your first shopping trip as Tammy. Let's go in and see what we can find.

We entered the store. There were several other customers shopping. Most were wearing their normal male clothing but there were two other men wearing dresses and heels. The sales clerk smiled at us as we entered. "Good morning, ladies. Let me know if you need help finding anything."

"We wandered through the aisles looking at the merchandise. I saw several cocktail dresses that I thought were very pretty. We passed a rack holding maid's uniforms. Michele stopped and began examining them closely. Then she pulled one off the rack and held it up to me. "How about this? You could wear it when you help me clean the house."

I blushed a deep crimson. I didn't want to tell her that I had often thought about buying a maid's uniform but had never had the courage to do it.

She stared at me and smiled knowingly. Pulling a short white petticoat off the rack next to the uniforms, she handed both garments to me. "Go ahead and try these on. I want to see how you look."

The sales clerk directed me to a changing room where I took off my dress and put on the petticoat and uniform. I tied the apron around my waist and then checked myself in the mirror. The uniform was black satin with white lace trim. It had long satin sleeves and a very short skirt. I thought it was one of the sexiest outfits I had ever tried on. I pulled back the curtain and called to Michele. She was at the counter talking to the sales clerk and a middle-aged man.

She turned and looked at me. "Don't be bashful, Tammy. Come out here so we can see how you look." Every pair of eyes in the store followed me as I walked to the counter and curtsied. Michele walked around me, examining the uniform carefully. "It looks like it fits you perfectly, Tammy. Do you like it?"

"I hate to admit it but I think I look very sexy in it."

"Then we'll buy it." She held up a pair of white ruffled panties. "You'll also need these to complete your outfit." Motioning to the man standing next to her, she continued: "Tammy, this is Jason. Jason is a transformation specialist. I've made arrangements for him to give you a complete makeover so that you can see what you might look like and learn how to do it yourself."

Jason took my hand and smiled at me. "It's nice to meet you Tammy. I also think you look very sexy in your uniform. I think you might look even sexier with a blonde wig. Come along with me and we'll see."

I turned to Michele. "This is wonderful. I don't know how to thank you."

"Don't worry. I'll think of something. Now go along with Jason. I'll get your other clothes and see you shortly."

Jason led me into another room. On one side was a large mirrored vanity and a beautician's chair. Next to the vanity were several racks of dresses along with high-heeled shoes in a variety of styles and colors. The other side of the room was set up as a small photo studio. "The first thing we need to do is remove your makeup. Why don't you take off your uniform and wig so they don't get damaged?" Jason led me to a sink where he helped me remove my makeup. He then had me sit down in the beautician's chair. "I'll explain each step of your transformation and you can watch what I do in the mirror."

He started by examining my face from all sides. "I need to determine your facial shape and coloring. I've also checked for any blemishes that we'll need to hide. The first thing we're going to do is clean up your eyebrows." He took a pair of scissors and trimmed several long hairs. Then he used tweezers to give my brows a more feminine shape. Noticing the look on my face, he said: "Don't worry, I'm not going to pluck too many. We can use makeup to hide your male brows and then draw in some feminine ones."

Next he patted in a moisturizer to soften and moisturize my skin. He then applied a beard cover, followed by a crème foundation that he spread over my entire face including my eyelids and eyebrows.

I checked it carefully when he was done. "It looks much better than my feeble efforts. I don't see any hint of my beard."

He smiled. "The foundation is the starting point for everything else. It's important to take the time to do it carefully so that it blends smoothly all over your face." He then applied powder to set the foundation and smooth out any unevenness.

"Now we're ready to work on your eyes." Using eyeliner, he outlined the top of my upper lash line, making the line wider as he worked out from the inside of my eyes. He also drew a thin line below my lower lashes from the center out. He then used dark eyeshadow in the crease of my lids extending out past the end of my eyes. Next he added a light frosted shadow to the rest of my lids and eye sockets. He then used an eyebrow pencil to draw in a set of feminine brows. After applying mascara to my lashes, he examined his work critically. "Even though you have beautiful lashes for a man, I think we could enhance the look with false lashes. He brought out a set and showed me how to do it. When he was done, he stepped back and pointed to the mirror. "What do you think?"

I examined my face. "It's incredible, Jason. My eyes look awesome. I'm not sure I could ever repeat this."

"I'm going to give you all the directions. All it takes then is practice and perseverance." He continued: "Now we're going to use contouring and highlighting powders to shape your face and give you a more feminine appearance." He worked slowly, showing me how the different powers could be used to bring out or hide different parts of my face. When he was done he used a blusher brush to add color to my cheeks.

"Are you ready for the last step – beautiful kissable lips?"

"I can't wait." I watched as he used a dark lip liner to outline my lips. I noticed that he went outside my actual lips on top and bottom to make them fuller and more feminine. Using a lipstick brush he filled in the outline. After blotting them he dabbed in a light coating of foundation followed by a second coat of lipstick. He finished by coating my lips with lip-gloss.

Michele walked into the room just as Jason was finishing. "How are you coming? Can I see?"

"Certainly. Tammy isn't dressed yet, but you can see what we've done so far."

Michele walked over and stood in from of me, examining Jason's handiwork. "Wow, I'm amazed. You look completely different than you did before. You really are quite a beautiful woman, Tammy."

"I agree," said Jason. "Now it's time to get your uniform and wig back on so we can see the finished product."

Michele helped me into my uniform while Jason pulled out a pair of high-heeled patent leather pumps and several wigs.

Jason pointed to the rack of clothes. "Michele, while I'm fixing Tammy's wig, why don't you select a few more outfits for her to try on?"

Jason turned my chair so I couldn't see in the mirror. "I want the finished result to be a surprise." Holding up a short blonde wig for my inspection, he said: "Let's try this one first." After covering my hair with a wig cap, he carefully positioned the wig on my head and combed it. When he was done he turned the chair so I could see myself in the mirror. "What do you think?"

I couldn't believe my eyes. Blonde hair was piled high on my head and curls framed my face beautifully. It looked like the wig was made for me. I turned to Jason. "Wow, you really are a magician. I don't think I've ever looked more attractive and feminine."

Michele chimed in: "I agree. You really do look beautiful Tammy. I can't believe how much your appearance has changed. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never recognize you."

Jason smiled at our compliments. "Are you ready for some pictures?" He led me to the other side of the room. For the next ten minutes he took pictures of me in a wide variety of poses. When he was satisfied, he led me back to the beautician's chair. "It's time to try on some different dresses. Let's see what Michele picked out for you."

For the next hour, I modeled a variety of dresses, shoes and wigs while both Jason and Michele took pictures. I felt just like a glamorous photographer's model.

As I stood modeling a beautiful white cocktail dress, Michele said to me: "It looks like your really having fun, Tammy. Are you enjoying your day so far?"

"This is the most fun I've had in a long time, Michele. Maybe I can do it again sometime."

"We'll see."

Finally Jason said to me: "I'm afraid your time is up for today, Tammy. I have another client coming in shortly. While you're getting changed, I'll copy these pictures onto a disk for you."

Michele handed me my clothes and wig. "You get changed while I pay Jason for your transformation and get your disk."

By the time I had changed back into my clothes, Michele had paid the bill. She handed me several packages and said: "Here's your uniform and petticoat. I also decided to buy you a long and a short blonde wig. I think you look very cute as a blonde."

I looked at her in amazement. "I can believe it. You must have spent a fortune on me today."

She smiled and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Nothing is too good for my girlfriend."

I took my packages and we headed for home. It was late afternoon by the time we finally got home. Michele suggested that I relax in a nice hot bubble bath. "I've got big plans for us tonight," she said.

"What are we going to do?"

She smiled mischievously. "We're going nightclubbing."

It was clear she had something special planned. Rather than react to her plan, I just smiled and said sweetly: "That sounds like fun. What should I wear?"

Her grin broadened. "You need to wear something really sexy. I'd suggest your black leather miniskirt and high-heeled boots."

I just stared at her. "Are you sure?"

"You're always telling me to wear something sexy when we go out. Now the high heel is on the other foot. Besides, you won't get the guys turned on if you wear a frumpy old frock. Now run along while I get dinner started."

I decided that it was time to trust her judgment so I just smiled and headed to the bedroom. After stripping out of my clothes, I removed my makeup and slipped into a nice hot bubble bath. I slid down into the water, letting the bubbles caress my body and closed my eyes. I woke with a start twenty minutes later when Michele opened the door of the bathroom. "Come on sleepy head, it's my turn for the bath."

"It felt so good relaxing in the bubbles," I said as I stepped out of the tub and dried myself off. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I stepped to the sink and began to shave.

Michele came back into the bathroom. As she waited for the tub to fill she slipped her hand under my towel and began to massage my cock. She smiled at me. "You better make sure you get that hidden away. It wouldn't be good to have a big bulge in the front of your skirt." With that she climbed into the tub and I headed for the bedroom to get ready for the evening.

I started with a high-waist zippered panty brief. I pushed my manhood back between my legs before pulling it all the way on and fastening the zipper. I then put on a sexy black bra and inserted my breastforms. I sat on the bed and carefully worked a pair of sheer black pantyhose up my legs. I then sat down at Michele's vanity to do my makeup. I spent a lot of time working on my face, trying to duplicate what Jason had shown me earlier in the day. When I was done I checked myself in the vanity mirror. My makeup was better but I still needed a lot of practice.

I placed my new long blonde wig on my head using adhesive tabs to make sure it wouldn't come off during the evening. After combing the wig, I put on a pair of clip-on earrings.

I was just finishing when Michele walked back into the room wearing nothing but a pair of white bikini panties. "Let me see how you did with your makeup," she said.

I stood up and walked over to her. "What do you think?"

"You look very pretty, Tammy. Today's makeup lesson helped a lot." Her eyes traveled down my body. "That's a very sexy bra you're wearing. Where did you get it?"

"I bought it at Victoria's Secret last year when I was shopping for your birthday present."

She gave me a playful swat on the rear. "You are a naughty girl, Tammy. Buying yourself presents on my birthday." With a giggle, Michele sat down to do her makeup while I put on my black miniskirt with a sexy black blouse and my patent leather boots with 5-inch stiletto heels. The miniskirt came barely covered my crotch, showing a lot of my shapely legs.

I stood, walked over to the vanity and twirled around. "How do I look?"

"Like a very sexy chick. You'll have the men swarming around you like bees around honey."

"I hope not. I'm really not interested in men."

Michele smiled at me. "Relax Tammy, I was joking with you. Just wait and see. We're going to have fun tonight. The dinner is in the oven. Why don't you fix us a salad while I finish getting ready?"

I made the salad, set the table and was just pouring us each a glass of wine when Michele walked into the kitchen. My mouth dropped open in amazement as I stared at her. She was wearing a white silk halter dress that showed a lot of her tits. The dress came to mid-thigh. Her legs were bare and on her feet were high-heeled sandals. "Wow! You look awesome. That's the sexiest outfit I've ever seen you in. Where did you get it?"

"After seeing how pretty and feminine you look in your dresses and heels, I decided that I really needed to perk up my wardrobe. I bought these clothes today while you were getting your makeover. Besides I didn't want you to attract all of the attention tonight."

"Well you should attract a lot of attention in that outfit. You look incredibly sexy in it."

After dinner Michele got out her camera and had me pose for several pictures. Then we took our purses, climbed into the car and headed for the nightclub district. I became increasingly nervous as we neared our destination. "Michele, I'm really nervous. Won't you tell me where we're going?"

Seeing the look of fear on my face, she relented. "We're going to a transvestite-friendly nightclub that I read about on the Internet. Most of the clientele are gay or lesbian. The club is supposed to have an outstanding female impersonator show. There should be lots of other men in dresses so you'll just be one of the girls."

I let out a sigh of relief and laughed. "You really had me going. I was picturing all sorts of awful possibilities. This could turn out to be a lot of fun."

"I keep telling you to trust me," Michele said as she pulled into a parking lot near the center of the nightclub district. "Let's go," she said climbing out of the car. "It's about a block to the nightclub."

We walked side-by-side toward the club, our high heels clicking on the sidewalk. The streets were fairly crowded with people coming and going from the many clubs. I was conscious of men staring lustfully at us as we walked past. When we got to the door of the nightclub we were met by a tall man wearing a tux. "Good evening ladies. Could I see your IDs please?"

I stood in front of him nervously fumbling in my purse while Michele pulled out her ID and handed it to him. He checked it quickly and handed it back to her and then waited patiently with his hand out for mine. I had no choice. Slowly I pulled it out and handed it to him. To my surprise he didn't react to my name or picture. Instead he smiled, handed my ID back and said: "Your picture doesn't do you justice, Miss." Then he handed me a coupon. "Give this to the hostess. It'll get you a good table for the show.

I smiled and batted my eyelashes. "Thank you very much." We walked into the club and I handed the coupon to a very attractive hostess.

She took the coupon and smiled. "Follow me ladies," she said as she led us to a table near the stage. When we were seated she said: "Your waitress will be right with you. Enjoy your evening."

As we waited, I had a chance to look around the club. The room was large with a stage and small dance floor at one end and a long bar at the other. Most of the tables were full with groups of men, women or couples. There were also several people standing at the bar. I noticed that the tables near the stage were occupied by women in dresses and high heels. Based on my experience with the coupon, I assumed that most of the women around me were really men. I found myself examining them critically. Some were quite obvious while others were very feminine and attractive. Michele looked at me. "I think you're one of the most attractive girls here, Tammy. You really do look very pretty."

"Thank you Michele. I appreciate the compliment." The waitress arrived to take our drink orders. She was wearing a very skimpy bunny costume and high heels. We both ordered frozen strawberry margaritas. When she left I leaned over and whispered: "Do you think our waitress is a man or a woman?"

"I don't know but she really looks cute in that costume. Maybe I should buy one like that for you to wear." We continued chatting like two girlfriends as we looked around the club.

Our drinks arrived. We had only taken a couple of sips when a tall man approached our table. Looking directly at me he said: "Good evening, beautiful. Would you like to dance?"

I was caught completely off guard. I looked from him to Michele trying to think of what to say. Michele laughed and gave me a nudge. "Don't be bashful, Tammy. Go ahead and have fun."

I stood and allowed him to escort me to the dance floor. I was scared to death. I had never before danced in high heels, let alone with a man. As a man I'm not a bad dancer but I was afraid it might be a real fiasco trying to dance as a woman. I glanced back at Michele. She was sitting at the table watching me with a big grin on her face.

It was a slow dance so he took me in his arms and we began to dance. Even in my high heels he was a couple of inches taller than me. He smiled at me. "So your name is Tammy?" I nodded, unable to say anything. "I'm pleased to meet you Tammy. My name is Sam."

"Hi Sam," I squeaked as I tried to concentrate on following his lead.

After a few seconds he looked at me and said: "Are you nervous, Tammy?"

"I'm sorry, Sam. I feel like a real klutz. I've never danced in high heels before."

He held me a little tighter. "Just relax and flow with the music. You're doing fine." We danced in silence for a little while. Sam was an excellent dancer and he was very easy to follow. I relaxed and just followed his lead. "Do you come here often?" he said, breaking the silence.

"This is the first time I've ever been here. It seems like a very lively nightclub."

"You should enjoy the show. The female impersonators are very good." Looking at me, he added: "In my opinion, you're as pretty as any of them." When the music ended, he escorted me back to the table. As we walked, he asked: "Who's your friend?"

I decided it was time to set the record straight before he made a pass at me. "Her name is Michele and she's more than just my friend. She's my wife."

Sam burst out laughing. "I'll have to say she's a very liberated woman." When we got back to the table, he held my chair for me and then leaned over my shoulder. "Thanks for the dance, Tammy. I enjoyed meeting you."

I looked at him. "I enjoyed the dance very much, Sam. Thank you for being so patient with me."

When he left the table, I turned to Michele and let out a sigh of relief. "That was a little scary."

Michele giggled. "You looked like you were having fun out there. Did you like your first dance as a woman?"

"It was awful at the start but by the end of the dance I was enjoying myself a little bit."

Over the next half hour, several other men asked us to dance. I began to have more fun as I got comfortable dancing as a woman. We were finishing our margaritas when I saw Sam and another man approach our table. Each of them was carrying a margarita as well as a drink for themselves. They set the margaritas down in front of us and Sam said: "It looks like you ladies are just about ready for a fresh one."

"Thanks, Sam." I pointed at Michele. "Sam, this is Michele."

He smiled. "It's nice to meet you Michele. This is my friend Richard. Would you mind if we joined you?"

Before I could respond, Michele pointed to the empty chairs. "We'd love to have you join us, right Tammy?" I smiled and nodded as they sat down.

Sam leaned close to me and said: "I've been watching you dance, Tammy. You're doing very well."

"It's thanks to your help, Sam." We continued to chat as we sipped our drinks while we waited for the show to start. At last the house lights were lowered and the spotlight came on as the mistress of ceremonies walked onto the stage. He was a spectacularly beautiful man in a low cut gold lame evening gown and gold stiletto-heeled shoes. His long platinum blonde hair cascaded onto his shoulders. The low cut gown showed off his beautiful cleavage. After a few jokes and some banter with the audience, he introduced the first act – an impersonation of Ann-Margret.

The show continued for an hour. We had great seats right in front of the stage. At one point I leaned close to Sam. "I'm not sure if you're sitting here because you wanted to spend time with Michele and me or because you wanted good seats for the show."

Sam laughed. "The answer is both."

After the show Richard asked if we'd like another drink. "I'm just going to have a diet Coke," said Michele. "I've got to drive home. You can have one if you want, Tammy."

"I think I'd better have a diet Coke also. I don't want to get tipsy."

After ordering our drinks, Sam took my hand. "Would you like to dance again?"

I nodded. "That would be nice." Richard and Michele also stood and the four of us walked onto the dance floor. I was much more comfortable dancing in Sam's arms. As we danced I felt Sam's right arm slide down my back and cup my ass. He pulled me tighter against his body and rested his cheek against mine. I decided to be a little bit flirtatious. I nuzzled his ear and whispered: "You're a wonderful dancer, Sam."

When the dance ended, we switched partners and I danced with Richard. He was a couple of inches shorter than Sam, but could still look me in the eye. As we danced, he looked at me and said: "Michele told me that this is your first weekend out of the house as Tammy. Are you enjoying yourself?"

"It's been a fantastic weekend so far. Michele has really worked hard to give me some new experiences. Did she tell you about how she discovered my feminine side?"

He laughed. "She gave me the abbreviated version."

Michele and I danced several more times with Sam and Richard. Finally she looked at her watch. "I hate to say it guys but it's getting late and we have a long drive. Thank you for making this a wonderful evening for both of us."

I chimed in: "I agree. You've made this a very special night for us."

Sam said: "It's getting late. We'll walk you to your car." We left the nightclub and headed for the parking lot. When we got there the guys opened our doors for us and then took us in their arms. Sam's hands slid down to my ass and he pulled me tight against him. I could feel his cock pressing against my groin. I put my arms around his neck and looked up at him. "I've enjoyed spending the evening with you, Tammy." He laughed and then continued: "You really do make a very convincing and sexy woman. If you weren't married to Michele and I wasn't in love with Richard, we could have some fun together."

He leaned forward and kissed me tenderly. I decided that a kiss is just a kiss, so I kissed him back. Our mouths opened and our tongues touched. When our kissed ended I glanced at Michele and found that she and Richard were also embracing. I smiled at Sam. "Thank you for a wonderful evening. I'll always remember tonight's experience."

Sam handed me a business card. "If you and Michele decide to go out again sometime, let us know. Maybe we could get together."

Michele and I climbed into our car, told the fellows goodnight and headed for home. Once we were on the road, Michele looked at me and whistled. "My God, Tammy! You were a real flirt tonight. You acted more like a woman than most women. Did you like dancing with Sam?"

"I really did have a wonderful time tonight. Sam and Richard are very nice guys."

Michele laughed. "I agree. Maybe we should go out on a double date with them sometime."

"I'm not sure about that but tonight was a great evening." We continued talking about the night as we drove home. When we got home, Michele kissed me passionately.

"I left you a present upstairs. Why don't you put it on while I get us a nightcap?"

I hustled upstairs to our bedroom. On the bed was a very sexy black teddy with garters and a snap crotch. Michele had placed a pair of sheer black stockings and my black high-heeled pumps next to the teddy. I quickly changed my clothes and then sat at the vanity to brush my wig and touch up my lipstick. I checked myself in the mirror and went in search of my wife. I found her in the family room lounging on some pillows in front of our gas fireplace. She was wearing an identical teddy with stockings and high heels. I strutted over to her, twirled around and thrust out my hip. "What do you think?"

She laughed and rubbed my cock through the front of my teddy. "Other than this unladylike bulge, you look very sexy. Sit down here next to me and we'll have a nightcap." I sank down on the floor next to her and she handed me a brandy. We each took a sip. "Well, Tammy my dear, have you enjoyed the day?"

"It's been a wonderful day. I still find it hard to believe that you've been so understanding about my dressing. I don't know how to thank you.

She smiled. "I'll think of something." We lounged together on the floor sipping our drinks, talking and kissing each other. Slowly our passion grew. I slid my hand down her front and opened the snaps of her teddy. I then slipped my finger into her pussy and began to massage her love button. She closed her eyes and moaned in ecstasy.

When her juices were flowing, she gently pushed me down on my back and climbed on top of me, positioning her dripping cunt above my mouth. Slowly she lowered it to my waiting lips. I immediately went to work stimulating her clit. She leaned forward and unsnapped my teddy, allowing my throbbing hard-on to pop free. Taking my cock in her hands, she slid the head into her mouth and began to suck. The sensation was incredible. The pressure in my groin grew rapidly and I exploded in a powerful orgasm, shooting my cum into her mouth.

When she had sucked me dry, she turned around and lowered her pussy onto my limp cock. Then she leaned forward and kissed me passionately. When our mouths opened, I could taste my juices. Gradually our breathing returned to normal.

"Wow, Tammy! That was wonderful. You're a great lesbian lover."

"Thank you sweetheart. That was one of the most powerful orgasms I've ever experienced."

"I hope you don't mind being on the bottom because I really like being on top."

"I love making love to you any way you want to do it." That brought a smile to her face. "So what's on our agenda for tomorrow."

"In the morning I want you to put on your new maid's uniform and clean the house for me."

I giggled. "I suppose you also want me to fix you breakfast in bed."

"That sounds like a great idea. Why don't you make me a ham and cheese omelet?

I smiled up at her. "Your wish is my command, Mistress Michele."

She laughed. "That's what I like to hear." She climbed off me and we closed the snaps on our teddies. Then we headed off to bed.

I set the alarm for 6:30. When it went off I gathered my clothes for the morning and headed for the spare bedroom so I wouldn't disturb Michele. After a hot shower, I shaved closely and then went into the bedroom to get dressed. When I slid my new satin panties up my legs I got an immediate erection. Next I put on a black satin bustier and inserted my breastforms. I slipped the garters through the leg holes of my panties and attached them to a pair of black seamed stockings.

Before putting on my uniform, I returned to the bathroom to do my makeup. When I was satisfied with my face and hair, I put on my dress and tied the satin apron around my waist. I then slipped on my high-heeled black pumps and clipped a pair of long dangly earrings to my ears. I checked myself in the mirror and decided I was ready for my morning as Michele's maid. I still couldn't believe what was happening. I had often fantasized about wearing a sexy maid's uniform and serving my beautiful wife but I never thought I would be able to live my fantasy. With a mixture of excitement and trepidation I headed for the kitchen.

After starting the coffee maker, I fixed a plate of fresh fruit and poured Michele a glass of juice. While the coffee perked, I gathered the ingredients for the omelet. When the coffee was ready, I poured a cup and put it on a tray along with the fruit and juice. Carrying the tray, I went upstairs to the bedroom. "Good morning Mistress Michele. Would you like some fruit and coffee?"

Michele stretched sleepily and smiled at me. "Good morning Tammy. I'm famished. Let me use the bathroom and then I'll be ready for some breakfast." When she returned to the bedroom, I helped her back into bed and set the tray on her lap. She took a sip of coffee and smiled. "This tastes great. Thank you Tammy."

I curtsied and said: "My pleasure, Mistress Michele. I'll go and get the omelet started."

"Before you go, turn around so I can see how your uniform fits." I pirouetted and curtsied again. Michele motioned me over to the side of the bed.

She slipped her hand under my skirt and petticoat and lifted them. "How do your panties fit?" When she saw my manhood bulging against the thin fabric, she gave it a playful squeeze and said: "My, my Tammy. It looks like you're really turned on by wearing your uniform." I stood there blushing a bright crimson." Michele laughed heartily. "You don't have to say anything, Tammy. The answer is obvious."

She dropped the hem of my skirt. "Run along and fix my omelet. Fix yourself some breakfast also and bring it upstairs."

I curtsied. "Thank you Mistress." I turned and retreated to the kitchen. In the kitchen, I got out our omelet pan and started heating it. I put some diced ham into the pan to cook and then cracked the eggs into a bowl, added milk and beat them to a creamy mixture. While I waited for the ham to get hot, I popped a couple of English muffins into the toaster. I poured the eggs into the pan to cook. When the bottom side was done, I flipped the omelet and added cheese. While it cooked, I buttered the English muffins. When the omelet was done, I slid it onto a plate along with the muffins. I placed the plate on a serving tray and carried it up to the bedroom.

"This looks delicious," Michele said as she eyed her breakfast. "What are you having?"

"I thought I'd fix myself a fruit plate with some yogurt and an English muffin."

"That sounds like a good choice. You need to watch your waistline. When you come back upstairs, bring the coffee pot. I need a refill."

I got my breakfast and the coffee pot and returned to the bedroom. After setting my tray on the vanity, I refilled Michele's coffee cup. "Is everything OK, Mistress?"

"My breakfast is delicious, Tammy. You know," she said, pointing to the tray on her lap, "This could become habit-forming."

I sat at the vanity and ate my breakfast. While we ate, Michele explained my duties for the morning. When she was done eating, she said: "I'm ready to relax in a nice warm bubble bath. Please fill the tub for me, Tammy."

When the bath was ready, I called her. She came into the bathroom carrying her teddy and stockings. "Please put my teddy in my lingerie drawer and wash my stockings," she said as she stepped into the tub. Sinking down into the bubbles, she closed her eyes and sighed happily. "This feels wonderful. You got the temperature just right, Tammy." She opened her eyes and looked at me. "When you've cleaned my stockings you can clean up the breakfast dishes and make the bed. I'll call you when I'm ready to get out."

I busied myself with my chores while Michele relaxed in the tub. I had just finished making the bed and picking up the bedroom when I heard her call. "I'm ready to get out, Tammy. Please get my towel and dry me off." I helped her out of the tub and gently patted her dry. I then rubbed lotion on her arms and legs. While I did this she stood in front of the mirror and admired her trim, firm body and perky breasts. "Do you like my tits, Tammy?"

"You have beautiful breasts, Mistress Michele."

She turned to face me and cupped her tits in her hands. "You can kiss my nipples if you want to, Tammy." I kissed and sucked each nipple until it was hard. "Would you like to have breasts like these, Tammy?"

"Oh no, Mistress. I'm very happy with silicone boobs."

She laughed. "I'm glad to hear you say that. I was a little worried that you might want a sex change."

"Absolutely not. I love being a man and I love being married to you. I just enjoy dressing up in women's clothes."

"That's good. You can go now and start cleaning the house. I'll check on you in a little while."

I curtsied. "Thank you Mistress."

Michele had laid out a full morning of work for me. I needed to vacuum and dust the entire house, clean the bathrooms and mop the kitchen and hallway floors. I got out the vacuum cleaner and started in the family room. I had finished the vacuuming and was dusting the furniture when Michele walked into the room. She was wearing a pair of pink slacks and a white blouse with low-heeled sandals. She checked my work and then smiled. "It looks like you're doing an excellent job, Tammy." She then pulled her camera out of her purse and had me pose for several pictures in my new uniform.

When she was done with the pictures she dropped her camera back into her purse and approached me. Putting one hand on the back of my neck, she pulled me forward and kissed me passionately, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. At the same time, she slipped her other hand under my skirt and rubbed my cock through my panties. When it was hard she broke the embrace and said: "I'm afraid I smeared your lipstick. You need to touch it up." She continued: "I'm going to the grocery store to get some things for dinner tonight."

I went back to work and she went to the store. For the next few hours I worked my way through the entire house. Periodically during the morning, Michele would check my work. Each time she would also check my cock to make sure it was still hard.

By noontime my feet were really starting to hurt. It was the first time I had spent that much time in high heels. I finished dusting the office and sat down to rub my feet. Just then Michele walked into the room to check on me. She took one look at me and burst out laughing. "Tammy, my dear. Are your feet getting tired?"

"I'm sorry Mistress. I'm not used to spending this much time in high heels."

"You poor dear. We may need to buy you some lower heeled shoes to wear with your uniform. Are you almost finished with your cleaning?"

"I just need to put everything away."

"That's good. I've fixed us a nice lunch. Come to the kitchen when you're done."

I quickly put away my cleaning supplies and headed to the kitchen. Michele had fixed us each a cup of soup and a nice garden salad. Gratefully I sat down and took a drink of iced tea. "That tastes delicious. Thank you, Mistress."

Michele replied: "You must be getting hungry. You've really worked hard this morning and you've done an excellent job. I think I'm really going to like having a maid to help me out."

After lunch, I cleared the table and cleaned up the dishes. Michele put her arms around me and kissed me tenderly. "I think you've spent enough time as my maid for today. Why don't you put on something else for the afternoon. I have a little project that I'd like you to work on."

I went upstairs, took off my uniform and put on a black knit dress and my high-heeled boots. After combing my hair and touching up my lipstick, I went in search of Michele. I found her in the family room with her camera in hand. After taking a few pictures, she handed me the camera and the disk from Jason, along with a present wrapped in pretty pink paper. "This is for you, Tammy. Go ahead and open it."

Inside was a photo album with "Tammy's Photos" embossed in gold on the front. "I thought you might like to download the pictures from this weekend and print some of them for your new album. That should keep you busy for a few hours while I start getting things ready for tonight."

"What's happening tonight?"

I have a very special evening planned for us. You need to wear one of your pretty cocktail dresses. It's going to take a while for me to get everything ready so I don't want you to come downstairs before 6:00." She gave me a kiss and a smile. "I'll see you then."

I went upstairs to the office wondering what she had in mind. I booted up my computer and downloaded all of the pictures from Michele's digital camera. Then I started my slide show software to cycle through them. As they flashed by on the monitor I thought about the past 48 hours. Spending the weekend as Tammy with Michele's loving acceptance and support had been an unbelievable experience. I mentally kicked myself for not having confided my crossdressing desires to her long ago. What's more she had helped me experience nearly all of my crossdressing fantasies: going out in public as Tammy, going shopping for women's clothes, getting a professional makeover, having sex dressed as Tammy, even serving as her maid.

I smiled to myself as I thought about the sex. In the past our sex life, while active, had been pretty conventional. We mostly made love in the standard missionary position. Michele had never before sucked my cock and she was always a little squeamish when I tried to eat her pussy. This weekend she had been wild and uninhibited. She had also been in control of our lovemaking. I just hoped after this weekend that she would be willing to spend more time with Tammy.

It was time to get busy. I selected about twenty pictures from the weekend so far and went to work editing and printing each one. When I was done, I mounted them into the photo album. When I was done the album provided a good summary of my weekend in pictures.

It was a little after 4 PM and time to start getting ready for the evening. I wanted to go all out to look as beautiful and feminine as possible. When I went into the bedroom to undress, I noticed another present sitting on the bed. The card read: "Tammy, this present will make you look and feel more feminine. Love, Michele." Quickly I tore off the wrapping paper. Inside was a pair of glue-on silicone breasts and a flesh-colored latex panty with a realistic-looking vagina molded into it, along with instructions on how to wear it. The instructions explained that the wearer would be able to pea through the vaginal opening. The panty also contained a molded tube behind the vagina that would accept a penis or dildo. I stood staring at the panties. I couldn't believe that Michele would actually buy something like this for me. It must mean that she was willing to accept Tammy. I was sure it was going to be a very special night.

I decided to start with a nice bubble bath. As I lay in the bubbles, I thought about what to wear for the evening. Finally I decided on my blue cocktail dress. It has a scoop neckline that would really show off my new breasts and a very short ruffled skirt. With my long blonde wig, I thought I would look very nice.

After drying and powdering myself with Michele's perfumed powder, I put on the latex panty and glued my new breastforms in place. Then I put on a wig cap and my long blonde wig and quickly brushed it. Still in the nude, I walked to the full-length mirror. I couldn't believe it. Staring back at me from the mirror was a very realistic looking woman. There was no hint of my male bulge. I cupped my new breasts in my hands and pushed them together, creating a rather spectacular cleavage. Then I smiled and thought: "They will look fabulous with my lace-up corset."

I quickly put on a pair of silk panties and laced myself into my white satin corset. The corset took 4 inches off my waist while pushing my new tits together to show off my cleavage. I returned to the mirror to check the results and concluded that I really had a pretty spectacular figure for a man.

It was time to finish getting ready. I sat at the vanity and slowly applied my makeup. It took me nearly 30 minutes but the results were worth it. I put on a silver necklace and earrings and combed my hair. The final touch was a squirt of Michele's perfume and I was ready to get dressed. After putting on a pair of nude pantyhose, I put on my blue cocktail dress and a pair of high-heeled sling-back pumps. A final check in the mirror and I headed downstairs for my evening with Michele. While I was filled with anticipation, I was also a little scared. I hoped this would not be my last chance to spend time as Tammy.

I walked into the kitchen and got the shock of my life. Standing at the kitchen counter mixing a drink was a strange man. When he turned around I got a second shock. The man was Michele, wearing gray slacks, a white shirt, red tie and navy blue blazer. Her hair was hidden under a male wig and a small moustache adorned her upper lip. I was speechless. Smiling, she said: "Hi Tammy, I'm Mike." When I didn't respond, she walked forward and put her arms around my waist. "Since you've been having a lot of fun this weekend dressing up as a woman, I decided that I wanted to see what it was like to be the man of the house for an evening. So tonight, I'm not your wife, I'm your boyfriend Mike."

I put my arms around her neck and kissed her. "It's nice to meet you, Mike. You sure are a handsome fellow." Then I kissed her again and giggled. "Your moustache tickles."

Mike stepped back and took my hand. "You look beautiful tonight, my dear. That dress fits you perfectly."

"Thank you, sweetheart. I wanted to look special for you tonight."

Picking up the drinks from the counter, he handed one to me. "I've made you a cosmopolitan. I hope that's OK."

I took a sip. "It's wonderful. What are you having?"

He held up his glass. "I'm having a scotch on the rocks." Putting his arm around my waist, he continued: "Dinner isn't quite ready. Why don't we relax in the living room and enjoy our cocktails."

We sat down next to each other on the couch. As we sipped our drinks and chatted, I tried very hard to think of the person sitting next to me as my boyfriend Mike rather than my wife Michele. It gave me a real appreciation for what Michele had been going through all weekend with me dressed as Tammy.

I snuggled closer and rested my hand on Mike's leg. He smiled and covered my hand with his. "Did I surprise you, Tammy?"

"You certainly did, Mike. While the whole weekend has been fantastic, getting to spend tonight with my new boyfriend is extra special."

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." He looked at his watch. "Dinner should be just about ready. Would you help me get it on the table?" While Mike lit the candles and poured the wine, I got the rest of the food ready. Mike had fixed us a gourmet dinner: veal piccata with angel hair pasta and a Caesar salad.

When everything was on the table, Mike turned off the overhead light and then held my chair for me. When I was seated he leaned over and kissed my neck. "You smell fantastic, my dear. What perfume are you wearing?"

"It's called Obsession and it describes exactly how I feel about you."

Mike sat down next to me and picked up his wine glass. "Here's to the first of hopefully many dinners as Mike and Tammy."

I smiled and touched his glass with mine. "I hope so too Mike. This is the most romantic evening we've had in a long time."

Mike passed me the plate of veal. "We better start eating before the food gets cold."

Time seemed to stand still as we ate and talked. After dinner we lingered over desert and coffee. Finally I folded my napkin. "It's been a wonderful dinner, Mike. It's great having a boyfriend who's also a gourmet cook."

He smiled. "Next time it'll be your turn to fix the meal."

I stood up. "I better get these dishes cleaned up."

Mike nodded. "While you're doing that, I'll fix us a nightcap. Don't forget to put on an apron. I'd hate to see you get something on your pretty dress."

When I was done with the dishes I went into the family room where there was music playing on the stereo. Mike was sitting on the couch holding his camera. "We need some pictures of our first date," he said. We took turns taking pictures of each other in a variety of poses. Then he set the camera on a tripod to get some pictures of us together.

When we were done Mike handed me a glass of cognac. We stood together and took a sip of our drinks. Then Mike said: "Would you like to dance, sweetheart?"

"I'd love to, darling," I replied as I melted into his arms. He held me tight as we moved in time to the music. As we danced I became aware of something hard pressing against my groin. When the song ended, I kissed Mike passionately and slid my hand down to his crotch. Sure enough, I could feel a cock between his legs. I smiled at him. "It looks like you've got some extra equipment tonight. I hope your going to show it to me later."

Mike laughed. "You're going to get a chance to see it up close and personal, my dear. Just be patient for a little while."

I kissed him again. "I can hardly wait."

We sat down on the couch and picked up our drinks. I cuddled next to Mike as he put his arm around my shoulders. We sipped our drinks and listened to the music. Mike pulled me closer and kissed me tenderly on the lips. Our kiss lingered and became more passionate. Our mouths opened and our tongues danced with each other. When Mike cupped my breast in his hand and leaned forward to kiss it, I slid my hand down to his crotch and rubbed his swollen cock. I couldn't believe how wonderful it was to experience this total role reversal.

For the next hour we continued to alternate between dancing and making out. As time went on the dancing became shorter and more sensual while the kissing became much more passionate and intense. Finally as we stood locked in each other's arms at the end of a dance, Mike reached behind me and pulled down the zipper of my dress. I let the dress drop to the floor and stepped out of it. Then I loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt and pants. Before long we were both standing together, I in my corset and panties and Mike in a T-shirt and boxer shorts.

He whispered in my ear: "I think it's time we went upstairs to bed."

When we got there I dropped to my knees in front of him. Gripping the waistband of his boxers, I looked up at him and purred: "Let me help you with these, darling." I pulled the boxers down to the floor, exposing a 6-inch cock built into a flesh-colored latex panty. Taking it gently in my hands, I tilted it down so that it was pointing directly at my waiting lips. I heard Mike gasp as an internal dildo slid into his love nest.

I wrapped my lip around his cock and went to work. I could hear Mike moaning in ecstasy as the internal dildo did its job. His body shuddered as he exploded in a powerful orgasm. Reaching down he took my arm and helped me to my feet. Quickly I took off my panty hose and panty. Then I lay down on the bed and spread my legs wide.

Mike climbed on the bed above me and gently slipped his artificial cock into my artificial pussy. He began to fuck me, slowly at first and then with more intensity. I could feel his cock sliding in and out of the tube between my legs. It was an incredible feeling. The pressure built in my groin and I came with my own powerful orgasm. As I lay in bed with my lover on top of me, I could feel my hot, sticky cum oozing out of my pussy.

When our breathing had slowed to normal, Mike raised himself on his elbows and looked down at me. "Wow, that was some pretty awesome sex." He smiled at me and continued: "Unfortunately it's getting late and tomorrow is a workday for both of us. I think we need to get cleaned up and get some sleep."

I put my arms around his neck. With some trepidation, I said: "Before we get up I need to ask you something. This has been the most fantastic weekend of my life but I need to know how you feel about it. Have you enjoyed spending the weekend with Tammy?"

He leaned down and kissed me. "When I was planning the weekend, I wasn't sure how I would feel about spending time with you wearing a dress. But I've decided I really like it. You make a very cute and convincing woman. As far as I'm concerned, you can dress up as Tammy any time you want to. There are only two conditions."

"First you must never again keep secrets from me."

"I promise. What else?"

"Whenever you're dressed as Tammy, I will be in charge of deciding where we go and what we do. Like any other woman, I expect that you will dress to please and excite me."

I smiled up at my lover. "Your wish is my command."

 

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