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The Boots  

Part – 5, Rebecca’s Surprise

Morning found me alone in the bed. Frankly in the past Jim had always been the one to sleep in. But today was different. As I sat up looking around confusedly I was Rebecca totter into the room carrying a thermos. She was wearing my Tinkerbelle sleep tee, hose and the boots. Sitting down on the edge of the bed she smiled and poured me a cup of coffee. “Good morning my love.” She said as she handed me the cup. “I thought you would like coffee in bed this morning.”

I smiled in return. Normally I like lots of sugar in my coffee but figured if she went through all the trouble of walking on her own to the bedroom I could at least drink it with a smile. To my surprise the coffee had sugar in it. Taking a sip I smiled, “Nothing like a cup of coffee delivered by so beautiful a lady.” I said and kissed her.

I guess I need to digress here a moment. Looking at Rebecca you would see a plain looking woman, flat chested, in need of a make over, and her eyebrows shaped. With the exception of her small Adam’s apple she could pass as a woman. Jim for as long as I knew him had kept his hair long and pulled back into a pony tail. Rebecca while not having fashion sense had simply removed the tie and let her hair drape over her shoulders.

I sat there looking at her realizing that with the right makeup and clothing Rebecca would look devastatingly beautiful. I was stunned to say the least. After a moment she asked me a worried tone filling her voice, “What’s wrong?”

“You’re beautiful,” I said in a hushed voice. While Jim was handsome this new part of him sent thrills of pleasure coursing through me. I wanted nothing more to lay down with her, and ravish this beauty. Instead I sipped my coffee and enjoyed her blush.

We sat in silence for a bit as I sipped my coffee. I could tell she wanted to ask or tell me something but I was determined to wait and let her bring it up.

After a few minutes she finally said in a quiet voice not looking at me, “mistress, will you make me, teach me I mean…” he voice trailed off and then she suddenly looked up at me and “help me come out all the way.”

“I will, if you tell me everything. It seems Jim has left something out about his past dear heart.” I said taking her hand in mine. “But first…” I got out of bed and went to the dresser. I rummaged around until I found a padded bra. Handing it to Rebecca I said, “Put this on dear.” Once she had it on I grabbed a couple pairs of Jim’s tube socks and added them to the bra giving Rebecca a nice little B cup. Once she put the tee back on, if you had seen her from the shoulders down you would swear you were looking at a woman.

Sitting down on the couch over coffee with Rebecca snuggled up tight against me, I marveled how much different she was from Jim. In the whole time I had known him; he had never sat next to me and cuddled. Always in the past it was me who cuddled next to him. I realized with a shock that I really liked Rebecca. She was kind, considerate, cuddly, and everything Jim was lacking. I decided right then and there that I would make this weekend the best ever for her. I know what your thinking, Being that she did not exist before I made her up even a hateful weekend would be her best because it was her only one.

As we cuddled on the couch I learned what the deal with Jim and his past. It seemed that when Jim was fifteen, he spent a week at a summer camp. One of the councilors took a shine to him. She was a college student with a taste for voyeurism and though she never bedded him she did allow him and watch through the window as she pleasured herself. She never stripped down completely for his viewing pleasure. She would wear silky panties or pantyhose and masturbate with them covering her flower.

At the end of the week she cornered Jim and gave him a pair of panties and hose to remember her by. At first all he had to do was hold them to his face and capture her musky scent to get off. But as the scent wore off he moved to wearing the pantyhose and caressing his leg imaginings it was her leg under his hand. According to Rebecca, Jim could not get hard unless he was thinking about wearing hose. All through high school and college he kept a stash of woman’s panties and hose to use to masturbate to.

Blushing she told me how even with me, that Jim had to imagine the hose on his legs to get hard. No wonder he agreed to wear the boots and pantyhose so readily I thought to myself. It must have been dreams come true for Jim. While I was surprised by all she said it did not compare to her next revelation.

“Would you like to see his stash?” Rebecca asked me with a twinkle in her eye.

“Stash?” I asked not quite following. I knew she was about to tell me he was into drugs. While I did not mind fetishes and thought I had a handle on his drinking problem. A drug problem was a whole other kettle of cats.

Rebecca smiled and took my hand. Leading me to the bathroom she got down on her hands and knees. Pulling out the bottom drawer she removed it and reached in the opening. She looked up at me and pulled out a couple pairs of my panties and pantyhose. While that was surprising it did not even come close to the silicone breast forms and bra that she then pulled out.

I looked at them and then at Rebecca, “Why… Why didn’t Jim say anything?” I asked dumbfounded.

Rebecca looked up at me, tears overflowing, “He was scared you would call him a perv and kick him out.”

I crouched down next to her and stroked her face, “Oh baby… I wouldn’t ever do that to you. I love you.” Leaning forward I kissed her. Before we could get carried away on the bathroom floor I had to see how she looked wearing the breast forms. With my unnecessary help she got out of my tight bra and changed. Once she had her forms on and taped in place with double stick tape, she wiggled her chest and they moved like the real thing. Placing the bra on, she then replaced the Tinkerbelle sleep shirt and smiled at me happily.

Pulling her up I lead her into the dining room. Of all the rooms in the house with the exception of the bathroom it had the best lighting. Sitting her down on one of the chairs I went back to the bathroom to gather my makeup. I was a bit irritated that even after five years of marriage Jim would think he needed to hide things with me. So with that in mind I decided to really give Rebecca a proper makeover.

I started with the nail extensions, instead of just shaping and painting his stubby nails. I pulled out my acrylic nail extension kit and gave Rebecca glamour length fingernails. Unlike false plastic nails that are glued to the top of your nail, these actually bonded to them and removing them were a copper platted bitch. She smiled at me happily unaware of how far I was taking it. At this point I was not sure if it was just a head game Jim was playing or if in reality Rebecca was a repressed personality.

I painted her nails bright red, the color I love to call “fuck me red.” While they were drying from the first coat I started in on her eyebrows with a pair of tweezers. While she did not whine or carry on Rebecca did wince each time I plucked hairs out. Once I was done she had wonderfully shaped eyebrows. Gone were the caterpillars that Jim had, and replaced were thin arched brows.

After a second coat of nail polish I worked on her hair. I had plugged in my hot rollers and by the time I was ready for them they were hot. I rolled them into Rebecca’s hair and smiled down at her. I would let them cool while I worked on her face. Jim had always been sparsely bearded and I did not have to do much in the way of foundation to cover up.

Applying the blush I left the eyes for last. I have always been a firm believer in the eyes are what will captivate a man. While I know he will look at the legs, breasts, and ass; it is the eyes that will pull him in. I took my time I had expected that I would have to use false eyelashes that I had from Halloween but never used but looking closely I decided that mascara would work just fine. I applied eye shadow, mascara, and eyeliner before stepping back to look at my handiwork. Damn Rebecca was fucking gorgeous even with curlers in her hair. Removing the curlers I brushed her hair out letting the loose curls fall to her shoulders. The last step was the lips. I thought about it all of a second and then lined them and applied “fuck me red” lip gloss to her lips.

Once I was done I lead Rebecca to the bathroom, I had her close her eyes before she could see herself in the mirror before I was ready. When I had her positioned and could see her expression in the mirror I said, “Open your eyes now sweetness.”

Rebecca opened her eyes and stood stock still looking at her reflection. Slowly she turned her head left and right looking at it before making eye contact with me. A grin spread over her face and before I knew it she had turned and wrapped her arms around me and kissing me passionately. “Oh thank you thank you thank you” she said.

We spent the rest of Saturday shopping online. Rebecca needed some clothes and shoes other then just the ballet boots. I had forgotten all about Jim and as far as I was concerned I was shopping with a girlfriend. The one thing that she didn’t have already was a good corset. Going to Ashfords of London online store we shopped till we found just the right one. I fudged on her waist size so we could give her a nice hourglass look. The cost and shipping on it came up to more then we had spent everywhere else, but I wanted Rebecca to be happy with herself. This next week would be like Christmas for my sweet darling.

After shopping I watched as she cooked dinner. It was strange. Jim could not cook worth a flip. He was the only man I knew that could burn toast. Yet, Rebecca was a wonderful cook. Over dinner I watched her eat, her mannerisms and everything was different then Jim was. I found myself wishing she was around more.

We were sitting on the couch relaxing and watching one of the chick flick that Jim hated to watch with me when I finally broke down and asked, “What does Jim think of how you look baby?”

Rebecca blushed and did not meet my eyes. “He doesn’t know.”

“He doesn’t know?” I asked, wondering how the hell that was possible.

“When I woke up this morning,” she started but paused. “I locked him away.” She looked up at me a pleading look crossing her face. “I wanted this weekend to be just you and me.” She looked down and mumbled, “I’m sorry.”

Raising her chin I kissed her lightly. “It’s ok darling, I forgive you.” I was not sure I believed her or not, “Tell me pet, tell me his deepest darkest secret. Something he would never share with me.” I figured that if what Rebecca said was true, then I might find something else out I did not know about my husband.