Making of a Lady

By Brittany J. Chambers

I
will long remember the night I had bought my first feminine outfit, a knee-length, navy blue, skirt-suit. It was a school night, and my wife wouldn't be home until late. I rushed home with my package in hand, determined to create a believable feminine image.

My heart pounded as I pull the skirt up, buttoned, and zipped it around my waist. The waistband was slightly snug. I slid my arms into the sleeves of the jacket and adjusted it. It fit like a glove. With the jacket buttoned, the puffed sleeves and contoured waist gave me the curved shape I wanted, but the 'realistic look' was not there. As I scrutinized myself in the full length mirror I wondered, from a man's perspective, what was wrong with this lady?'

The basic shape was good, but the image wasn't complete. The shoes didn't work for the outfit. A lady's shoes should always compliment her outfit. And where was her jewelry? Where was the lady's watch, bangle bracelets, rings, necklaces, and earrings? Women love to display their jewelry. They subtly bring your attention to it by playing with it. If you watch a lady, you will notice how she fingers her necklace or adjusts her bracelets and rings. A lady will also brush her hair back, away from her ears, from time to time so she can show you her earrings. Speaking of earrings, how could I wear earrings. I didn't have pierced ears. I'd worry about that later.

After further scrutiny I decided something else was missing. At first I couldn't put my finger on it. I moved this way and that in front of the mirror. Then I realized what it was. There were no bra or panty lines when I reached forward or bent over. Sure, I know that women are told by the media that panty and bra lines are a no-no. But lets face it, most women have them. They are two of the visual cues that say you are looking at a lady.

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he next day, after work and while my wife was still at school, I went shopping.

I had a list of things I needed. My first stop was Wal-Mart, where I had seen bra and panty sets while shopping with my wife. I also picked out some makeup that better matched my navy blue outfit. Being typically male, I was totally embarrassed at the check out when I placed the lingerie on the counter. The cashier wasn't fazed. My next stop was the mall. I still needed a blouse and shoes. It didn't take long to find a business-like, white blouse to wear with the suit. Shoes took a little more thought. I strolled through the mall, noticing what styles the ladies in business attire were wearing. Eventually I bought a pair of size ten, navy pumps with brass toe kicks. I thought the touch of brass was classy.

My last stop was going to be for jewelry. But, as fate will have it, things don't always turn out the way I plan. I was passing a small costume-jewelry store when a sign caught my eye. It read, 'Ear piercing. FREE with any purchase of earrings!' Before I could give myself a chance to think about it, I turned into the store, marched up to the counter, spotted the most pleasant looking clerk, and announced that I would like to get my ears pierced.

   "Do you have a pair of earrings picked out?", she inquired.

    "Uh... not yet.", I smiled, feeling my face go flush.

   "What did you have in mind?"

   My mind raced, "Some small diamonds, I think."

   "Then I would suggest these, here. I think they're the best deal and," holding up a card with several sized diamond earring mounted upon it, continued, "are surgical steel. Some people are allergic to the plated kind and get infections."

   "Oh. Okay. I guess I'll take your word for it, seeing as you're experienced with wearing earrings and I'm obviously not." She smiled. I chose the second to the smallest stones, then she led me to a stool which was lighted on both sides. As I sat down, several customers came into the store. A couple glanced at me while they browsed. My palms started sweating.

The pleasant girl who was waiting on me took a felt tip looking pen and made two marks on my ear lobes, held up a mirror, and asked me what I thought. I told her I would like them lower, so she moved them down a little.

   "This won't hurt at all, but it might pinch a little." she said, dipping a cotton swab into some liquid and swabbing my ear lobes. I was partially paying attention as she put the staple gun like tool to my left ear. She pulled the trigger and my earlobe stung a little. "That wasn't to bad, was it?" she asked.

   "No." I replied, grinning at two girls that stopped in front of me to watch. "How does it look?" I asked them. I was embarrassed, but tried not to show it.

    "Good!" one replied, "I couldn't get my boyfriend to wear one earring, let alone two." "He's too macho for that." she added sarcastically. Then I felt a sting in my right ear. That's when what I had done hit home. The clerk held up a mirror.

   "There. What do you think?" My mind felt a little numb as I stared at the sparkling earrings on my ears. These were definitely not clip-ons.

   "Great." I responded. She explained ear care to me as I paid her.

I felt light headed as I walked from the store. I had done it. My wife had prodded me several times, to get an earring, but I wouldn't do it. What would she think now, when she saw I had two? A slender lady walking towards me caught my eye. She glanced at me, the earrings, then back at me with a sheepish smile. I couldn't repress the slightly embarrassed one that flooded mine. My confidence rose a little when I realized she hadn't disapproved. I purchased several jewelry items at assorted stores before leaving the mall. In the car, I admired my new earrings. The more I looked at them, the more I liked them.

My anticipation was barely confinable by the time I arrived home. I carried my packages upstairs and brought out my skirt suit.

This time, I was going to go 'all the way.' First, I went into the bathroom and put hair remover on my hands, arms, legs, and chest. Then, while I waited the prescribed time, I gave myself a close shave. As I looked into the mirror I realized my eyebrows were way too masculine. After fifteen minutes of tweezing I had two thin, very femininly arched, eyebrows. I hadn't given much thought to what I would do about them when I switched back to my male role. My hands, arms, legs, and chest were silky smooth when I stepped, dripping, from the shower. It was shocking how much thinner and frail my hands, arms, and legs looked without hair.

Now it was time for makeup. I applied cover stick to my beard and mustache areas, smoothed rose beige base over my whole face and neck, and powdered it. My complexion looked completely even. After drawing jet black eyeliner on my lower lids, I applied dark gray eyeshadow and liner to my upper lids. Then I stroked jet black mascara on my lashes and brows, keeping it light on the brows. I smoothed frosty pink lipstick on my lips, made two strokes on my cheeks, and touched a little on my upper brows to highlight my eyes, then blended it all in. A quick repowder of my face and I was done. I was careful not to look at my makeup job as a whole, because I wanted to surprise myself with the finished look, complete with clothes, shoes, jewelry, and hair.

I went to the bedroom where I had laid out my undergarments, hose, suit, jewelry, shoes, and wig. After pulling on the nylon panties, I put my arms through the straps of the bra and hooked it behind my back. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I shimmied beige pantyhose up my legs. They made my legs look thin and smooth. The nylon blouse slid over my arms, sending a chill down my spine. Stepping into the skirt, I pulled it up and fastened it around my waist, then, literally, slipped into the jacket. I stretched the dark, wavy wig over hair and adjusted it.

Now I was ready for my jewelry and shoes. First I put on a pair of heavy, brass hoop earrings. I liked the way they tugged my ear lobes when I moved my head. Then I clasped two gold chains around my neck, one around my ankle, a couple bangles onto my right wrist, and a slim, ladies watch on my left. I also slid several assorted cocktail rings onto my fingers, then stepped into the navy blue, four inch heel, pumps.

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traightening my outfit one last time, I stood in front of the full length mirror, being careful not to look until I was ready. My heart raced with anticipation. This was only the second time I was fully dressed as a lady. Halloween night, a few weeks earlier, was the first. When I finally looked into the mirror, I was stunned breathless. A slim, sophisticated, business lady stood staring back at me. She shifted this way and that way, then moved gracefully toward me, turned, and headed away. Several feet away, she paused, throwing a seductive smile over her right shoulder. The curve of her thin waist expanded sensually out over her hips and down to her tapering, bare legs. I almost burst with excitement. My wife wouldn't have recognized me if I had physically bumped into her at the mall.

I didn't feel the least bit uncomfortable, standing there in a woman's high heels and skirt suit. The clothes felt too natural. In fact, it was a little scary. One thing was for sure. I really liked the way I felt. I liked the feel of the brazier around my chest, the snugness of the pantyhose on my bare legs, and how my inner thighs slid against each other when I walked. I liked the tingling sensations that ran up my thighs when the silky lining of the skirt brushed against my pantyhose and the way cool air moved under my skirt when I walked. I've heard women complain about wearing high heel shoes, but somehow, being held, perched on my toes in the four inch pumps, with my bare legs showing for all the world to see, made me feel sexy.

From that moment, I was hooked. I knew I only had a small taste of the wonderful sensations I had been missing. Sensations that women experience everyday, and take for granted. Being a lady is not all fun and joy, but I wanted to experience more. I wanted to experience being admired as I walked through the local mall. I wanted to experience being a lady.

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