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E leven years ago, after splitting up with my wife, I decided to take the bold step of shopping for dresses, makeup, lingerie and shoes by myself. At first, the idea was very frightening, but it was something I had to do.

There was a dress shop, which I passed every day on my way to work, which catered to larger sized women. I spent a great deal of time waiting for the light outside the store and dreaming of being able to go in as a woman and shopping. One Saturday morning, I managed to get the courage to step inside.

The store was fabulous. The selection was so vast that it took me at least an hour to select, two skirts, one black and the other rose, and two white blouses. I was taking them to the counter when a saleslady came over and asked it she could be of any help. The woman, in her late fifties, was warm and friendly. Later, she and I would become very good friends. I began to talk about the wonderful selection and how difficult selecting a few items were. She commented that it might be easier if my wife came in and tried on the clothes. Much to my surprise, I told her that the clothes were for me. Without missing a beat, she took the clothes from me and asked it I'd like to try them on. There was no hesitation on my part. "Yes, I'd love to," I replied.

I tried on the outfits and everything but one skirt fit. The woman, Carol, went out and chose the correct size. There was something very special going on. For the first time in my life, I was being treated like a woman. By the time, I got out of the store, two hours had passed and I'd made two new friends.

The following week, I decided to take a day off and go back to the store. This time, I would go dressed properly. Early Wednesday morning, I took a long bath, shaved my legs, did my nails and makeup. I put on the rose rayon skirt, which I'd bought the previous Saturday and a white georgette blouse. In my heels, I was nearly five nine. Tall, but not overly. My clothes matched what most women in my office were wearing and most of all. I felt comfortable.

I arrived at the store, just a few moments after Carol had arrived. She was pleased to see me and began to chat, like we were old friends. The store had just received a new shipment and there were two dresses that Carol said would look great on me.

One was a blue soft cotton dress, with a very full skirt that came down halfway between my knees and ankles. The other was a cute pink dress with a French lace bodice. She was right, the dresses looked fantastic on me. While I tried on the dresses, other customers came in. One commented on how pretty I looked in the pink dress. Of course, I bought both dresses. Now having all the courage in the world, I decided to get a manicure and do some more shopping.

Not only did I get my nails professionally done, but I also spent time at a makeup salon. There, I was shown how to do my eyes and hide my stubble. I also spent more than two hundred dollars on makeup.

A few weeks later, Carol invited me to her house for coffee. I picked her up at the store. This time, I was wearing my work clothes. She laughed and told me that she didn't recognize me.

On our way to her place, I stopped at my house and changed into more suitable attire. Over the following months, our friendship grew. She didn't have a car and found it difficult to go shopping.

I liked having a friend to go out with. It was fun going out on regular basis as a woman with a woman companion. As we got to know each other, we began to share secrets. Mine was a longing to know what it would be like to be treated like a woman by a man. It didn't take her long after I revealed this, for her to introduce me to her boyfriend's son, Tim.

Tim and I hit it off, right away. The next day, I had a smile on my face that was as bright as a dozen spotlights. Carol knew right away where I'd spent the previous night. She talked me into going out for lunch with her and pried me for all the details about my first time.


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