First Date Jitters

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Channing was getting the first-date jitters. Sure, this was his first time going out on a date but he was having butterflies in the stomach for a whole different reason.

“Calm yourself, it’s going to be alright. You train yourself for this,” Channing muttered under his breath as he took the corset and put it on. “Remember. Sway your hips when you walk, don’t exaggerate!” Feeling the tightness around his abdomen, he went on to put on his padded girdle, his “girl shorts”. The girdle with the corset created an illusion of feminine curves and hiding his erected member under the flesh-coloured garment.

“This costs me a lot but it’s worth it,” Channing picked up his breast form as he carefully apply the adhesive. Glueing it to his chest, he looked into a full-body mirror and adjusted it. Channing hated mirrors like that, it reminded him of his body and his gender; what he could not be when he was born but things were different now. His mirror was set up to only show the body of the user minus the face and now it reflected an image of a female body; its legs were rather thick but toned, shaved and moisturized, the body had a feminine curve with lacy corset and a girdle however, what stood out was the lack of female genitalia and outlining of the breast form. Channing smiled to himself, it was alright. A good dress would be able conceal the lower half and a good bout of makeup would make the breast form natural as if he was born with it.

Next was the clothing. Black stockings, white brassiere and thongs, lace dresses embroidered with floral patterns and matching open-toed heels. He loved the feel of lace and silk against his skin as he put them on. With each garment, he felt a step closer to who he was. “There,” Channing spoke but the words that came out was modulated and higher in pitch. Finally, Channing sauntered to his dressing table, his hips swaying while the heels clicking hard with every step against the wooden floor. On it was a female head with long blond hair stared emptily at him, he carefully peeled the skin off and wore it over his head, feeling his alter ego, no, his true self surfacing.

Bending over and looking into the full length mirror again, Charlie saw her reflection. She gave a demure smile and the reflection did the same. The first date jitter was gone and in place was confidence of a woman that knows her sexuality. Looking at the clock, she knew she would be late for her date, a man that goes by the name Johnny. Charlie looked at the reflection again; going by her looks, she was sure Johnny would forgive, it’s after all, their first date and the female always came late, right?

Trouper: The Work Continues

This one took quite some time; it's something I've always wanted to try. The attempt to feel what it feels like, undergoing the transformation. I must apologise if it's too boring.

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Today’s a sunday but my work never ends.

I put on my padded girdle, carefully sliding it up my freshly shaved legs, stretching it and squirming my body to get the tight garment up to its position. Next, the flesh-toned training corset. Putting it over me and adjusting it to my abdomen, I took a deep breath and laced it, pulling and tightening its string; constricting my figure that is every bit like a woman. Next, I try on the C-cup breast form. Using a silicone adhesive, I carefully applied it to the fake assets and slowly attach it to my chest, making sure that they are at the correct position.

Now, comes the bodysuit I crafted specially for this; picking up a garment that looks like a deflated headless body, I bunch it up and fold it like hosiery and slip into it, legs first from the top and proceed to wear it. Tight but elastic, I carefully fold and stretch it from my legs and over my newly attached breast forms while, fitting them into the breast pouch that I have created. Fitting them in, the arms are next, turning them into lithe feminine arms. In the mirror I see, stands a freak of nature with a head of a bald man and the supple body of a women; her skin fair, her nails manicured, her breast ample and her crotch flat, leaving no trace of masculinity that was before.

But soon this freak of nature will soon disappear as I approach the make-up table. On it are the tools of a magician, a wig stand, make-up kits, contacts and most importantly, the human mask worn over a head cast. Next, I open one of the many contact boxes on the table, take out a pair of olive green contacts and wear, one more aspect of me gone. I pick up the mask and wear it, covering what the bodysuit couldn’t cover, the neck and the collar area. Smoothing it and aligning the mask to my face, the man disappears and a bald woman stands in his place; her face brimming with the youth of a young adult, her eyes sharp and her lips full. I smile, being glad that the fourteen hours of effort had not been wasted, and in return, the woman smiles as well.

Lastly, comes the blonde wig. Wearing it over my head, I press the scalp line against my forehead and pull it down, fastening the wig. There, the transformation is complete. The Trouper is no more and in his place, Lyla White, age 22, graduate of an art college and amatuer actor,  is born.

Now, a lady isn’t expected to prance in her home naked so I walk over to my wardrobe, taking care to put into practice the walk I have developed for my character; a slight sway of the hip and a certain ‘bounce’ and haste in her gait; characteristic of a cheerful and spirited girl who just graduated into working society. Wearing a blue sweater dress, a pink thong (she’s a kinky one, after all) and matching socks, I started the video camera and prepared myself in front of it.

“Hi, I’m Lyla White, an amatuer actor and I hope...”

And another successful character created for the sake of theatrics and drama. The work never ends and most importantly, it never gets stale.

Best Friend Forever

Inspired by Trevor’s A Walk in the Park and other bodysuit comics.

Transcript:

Tim and I grew up together and in the process, do everything together; sports, hobbies, studies, parties, outings and even holidays, name any social activity and chances are we did it. Knowing him for 19 years, one could even say that I know him better than anybody else. When we go to different college, our friendship wasn’t even compromised, we would still call and talk and occasionally even meet despite our busy schedule.

So when he announced that he is going to ask a girl out, I wasn’t feeling surprised albeit, a bit jealous; Tim had always been chasing skirt and I was his wingman but because of his introverted personality, he never really got any girl. Unsurprisingly, he came to me dejected that the girl rejected him. I winced and yet at the same time, felt relieved; there was no time. It’s time to put the plans in action.

I must admit, I lied at the beginning. We did most of the things together but even my best friend Tim didn’t know that I’m a closet crossdresser. Going to college, I studied theatre and dramatics as an elective to my arts major and that’s when inspiration strikes: if Tim couldn’t find the perfect woman, why can’t I be the perfect woman for him?

And now here I am, Evvie Haleigh, college student from another state visiting relatives for the weekend. Inspecting my auburn wig (he’s a sucker for redhead), blue cardigan, short pink skirt, flesh-toned tights and the 3-inches pump (He’s a leg man), I ready myself for my “first” encounter with Tim.

“Well, my shy Timmy, here I come,” I giggled in my honeyed voice.

All the clothing he wants

The creative demons are chasing, not that I mind though.