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Subject: TG Fiction - Christy Part 2
Date: 30 Mar 1997 03:24:22 GMT
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I spent the next several days wearing nothing but Carol's clothes and
having her teach me how to walk, dress, and act like a woman. Carol seemed
to be getting frustrated with me not admitting that wearing a bra and
stockings was a problem but actually I had begun to enjoy the snug fitting
bra on my chest and the silky feel of my nylons whenever I crossed my
legs. Day after day I wore nothing but dresses and stockings, slips, bras,
and panties. At night Carol insisted that I wear the flimsiest negligees
she could find while she took an aggressive male role in our lovemaking. I
didn't mind, the sex was great and I simply loved the feel of the silky
nylon and satin caressing me as I slept!
During the days I'd stay home and clean or watch TV while Carol shopped
for my clothes. Every day she'd come home and insist that I try on her
latest finds from some of the best women's shops in town and I'd end up
modeling dresses, suits, slacks, and lingerie so she could decide what
we'd keep and what would go back. In just  a few weeks I was running out
of space in my walk in closet so Carol simply packed all of my male
clothes up and put them in storage. I wouldn't be needing them for some
time and by then I was really comfortable in a shift or casual skirt and
top so I really didn't care.
Finally we found an apartment we like about two states away and prepared
to move to it. Two days before we were scheduled to move Carol gleefully
announced that she had found the perfect place for me to learn how to be a
woman and had registered me for classes starting the day we were to move.
I looked over a brochure promoting a type of  "Finishing School" that
would teach men all of the skills and social graces they would need to
pass successfully as women. It would involve a three week course covering
everything from putting together a feminine wardrobe, makeup skills,
speech, and even how to flirt with and date men!
"Have you read this carefully?"  I asked as I finished. 
"Sure, "  Carol replied easily. "They'll teach you how to be a woman, no
big deal."
"It says here that I'll learn how to flirt with men and how to handle men
on dates! That's kind of a big deal isn't it?"
"Not if you're going to be a woman,"  Carol shrugged. "All stuff you'll
need to know, just like how to use makeup."
"I'm not about to date other guys!"  I exclaimed. "I don't play that!"
"So you're calling off the bet?"  Carol asked me coolly. 
"You never said anything about flirting with or dating other men! That
wasn't part of the deal."
"I said you had to live and work as a woman and men are a major part of
being a woman. Now do you want to call off  the bet or not?"
I thought long and hard about calling it off but instead I figured I'd
call Carol's bluff.
"No,"  I said firmly. " I'm not calling it off but don't blame me if I
leave you for another guy!"
"If you fall in love with another guy I'll understand,"  Carol teased.
"Just invite me to the wedding 'cause I'd kill to see you in a wedding
gown saying "I do" to another man!"
Two days later Carol kissed me good-bye and drove off for our new
apartment while I packed suitcases full of women's clothes and headed for
a three week stay at the school.
Arriving at the school I was greeted by two lovely women in their early
twenties who welcomed me with a hug and kiss. They helped me get checked
in then showed me to my room and helped me unpack. Apparently they noticed
my occasional staring and broke into laughter, it turns out that the two
luscious women I was drooling over were early graduates of the school and
had stayed on to work with new students! I couldn't help but wonder how
much training it would take before I found men staring at me!
The training went by quickly and soon I was applying my own makeup and
picking out my outfits like a pro. I learned so much more than I ever
thought possible about perfume, hair care, dresses, lingerie, and dozens
of other things that women spend their lives learning and doing. I even
learned the fine art of flirting with men and how to dance as a woman. My
progress was tested by shopping for clothes in department stores and
boutiques,  taking short trips to museums and art galleries to learn how
to act in a crowd. I was taught how to pitch my voice in a pleasantly
feminine range and to express myself as a woman. As a final exam I went
with several other students to a bar where we flirted and danced with the
male patrons who had no idea of our true gender.
Three weeks to the day when we parted I rang the doorbell at our new
apartment and greeted Carol when she answered.
Carol was thrilled to see me standing there in a lightweight summer dress
with the top buttons undone, my hair permed, colored and curled, my face
virtually unrecognizable under the foundation, blush, and lipstick. As I
unpacked and made myself at home Carol just stood there amazed at the
woman I had become.
"Hello I'm Christine Evens, may  I come in?" I asked in a soft voice as I
demurely extended my hand.
"You look wonderful Christy!"  Carol exclaimed. "I had no idea you were
such a beautiful woman! This is going to be fantastic!"
We had dinner at a fancy restaurant nearby where Carol gave me details on
research she had done on the local job market. She felt that since I had
strong typing skills and was comfortable with a variety of popular PC
office software I should attempt to find a job as a secretary. This would
also permit me to experience first hand the discrimination and
difficulties working women faced.
We spent the rest of the evening shopping with me trying on different
styles of dresses, skirts, blouses, and suits. I didn't want to say
anything to Carol for fear that she might think I was nuts but I was
having a lovely time fooling people and choosing different outfits to try
on! As far as I was concerned I had already won the bet , life as Tim had
never been this much fun!
"Oh Carol, you can't imagine the fun I had at school!"  I said excitedly.
"Day after day in some of the prettiest outfits imaginable! They let us
try on some of the most gorgeous gowns and the lingerie you picked out was
so pretty!"
"You sound like you hated to leave,"  Carol observed. "What about the
learning to deal with men parts?"
"Wonderful,"  I gushed. "I learned all the secrets that women use to
attract men! Then they let us try them out on some unsuspecting guys!"
"So you're all ready to go to work as a woman then?" 
"As ready as I'll ever be!" I said as I fluffed up my hair in a mirror.  
Carol had another surprise up her sleeve for me - Electrolysis! She told
me that it would be easier for me to pass if  I didn't have to worry about
shaving every morning! I had already agreed to go along with her expertise
in the area and even though I really only had to shave every three or four
days I liked the idea of not having to shave again so I agreed! It would
take numerous sessions  but soon my face would be as smooth as a baby's
bottom!
I continued dressing and practicing the many things I learned at school
while waiting to complete my electrolysis. Carol had thoughtfully
forgotten to bring along any male clothing for me so whatever I did,
wherever I went, I was Christy. Carol did relent and allowed me to start
wearing women's slacks and jeans as along as I wore the caching garment I
was given at school to hide my genitals. It didn't take long before
putting on a bra and panties every morning got to be routine for me. The
look on her face when I modeled my first pair of jeans was pure shock!
"Oh my God Tim,|"  She exclaimed when she saw how good I looked in my skin
tight jeans. "Are they the ones I bought for you?"
"No they're not,"  I smiled and tossed my head. "Those were too loose and
didn't do a thing for me. I bought these myself."
"How did you ever get them on,"  She asked wide eyed in disbelief. "They
look like they were painted on you!"
"Than you for the compliment, it's nice to see that my efforts to look
pretty are appreciated!"  I said as I did a slow runway walk and turn
through the room.
"I never thought you'd turn out this good,"  Carol laughed. "But that's
okay, now you'll really see what a good looking woman has to put up with
from men!"
During this time Carol and I carefully reviewed the plans she had made to
find any flaws which could cause problems for me. She had researched the
idea thoroughly and came up with solutions to every possible problem I
brought up and had even found out that I could get a drivers license
showing my name as  Christine and an appropriate picture of me to use for
identification. Once I had that I was able to deposit some funds in a
local bank and acquire checks for Christy. Carol even overcame the problem
of reference checking by showing that I had worked as a personal secretary
for three years for myself! If anyone checked my references they'd end up
talking to Carol who'd have me call back later to verify what I had told
the caller!
Finally my face was smooth, my mannerisms were feminine, and I was ready
to go job hunting. I applied at several area temporary firms thinking that
it would be easier to find work as a temporary employee first. At each
agency I took a quick skill test then had a brief interview. So far it
looked as though I was right, every time I had an interview with a man it
went much smoother than interviews with women. Several of the men went out
of their way to make me feel comfortable and even arranged interviews that
day for me whereas none of the women who interviewed me did.
I finished my interviews and went home certain that within days I'd have a
job. It would take a little adjustment to work since I'd never really had
a job and this one would be as a woman but I was sure I could handle it. I
had gotten so adjusted to being  Christine that I even stopped at a few
stores to shop before going home and was pleasantly surprised to find that
I was easily passing as a woman! 
I had an interview just two days after my search started. A major company
was interested in hiring me for an Executive Secretary job! I took a long,
luxurious bubble bath the night before and just laid there and soaked. I
concentrated on everything I had learned about being a woman so far to
make certain that my masquerade would be complete. When I got out of the
tub I put on a flimsy pink baby doll nightie with matching satin panties
to keep me feeling feminine . Carol was thrilled to see how attractive I
looked and it wasn't very long before she dragged me into the bedroom and
started seducing me. As usual she insisted on my taking the traditional
female submissive role in our lovemaking while she made all of the
advances to keep me feeling like a woman. I resented this at first but
soon I found myself enjoying laying there while Carol fussed over me and
explored my body the way I had done to her! Sex was one area where women
had a definite advantage over men and I just loved having Carol act as the
part of the aggressive male while I became a submissive female!
I had a few butterflies in my stomach the next morning as I set out the
new lingerie Carol had purchased for me.  The items on my bed were silky
and lavishly trimmed in lace, it wasn't so long ago that I would have
killed to see Carol dressed this way yet now I was going to be the one
wearing them! I carefully pulled up my pantyhose and placed a pair of fake
breasts into my delightfully sexy lace bra. I stepped into a half slip
then carefully pulled a light pink dress with delicate, white lace
trimming over my head and zipped it shut. I stepped into a pair of white
pumps then sat down and carefully applied my makeup. I had my ears pierced
at school so I selected a pair of white pearl earrings to compliment my
outfit then snapped a gold necklace with a small diamond around my neck. I
finished my dressing with a spray of perfume and a white linen jacket over
my dress.
Carol examined me from head to toe and kept saying how amazing it was that
I could look good. It really made me feel nice to know that Carol
appreciated the effort I went through to look like this even if I felt
just a little silly wearing women's clothes. I had Carol check me over
thoroughly before I picked up the purse I had chosen and with my heart
pounding beneath my bra,  left for my interview.
As I walked to the bus stop I noticed that even though it was a very warm
day I felt cool in my lightweight clothes. I realized that if I were doing
this as Tim I'd be wearing a suit , tie, shirt, and slacks and feeling
pretty hot and uncomfortable. Now though a cooling breeze seemed to flow
right through my jacket and dress while swirling about my legs keeping me
cool and comfortable. I wished that I could relax and enjoy the wonderful
day but I kept going over and over the things I had learned so far. I
concentrated on my walk, how I held my purse, occasionally holding my
dress down from an unexpected gust of wind, and rehearsing how I'd handle
the interview.
I got to the office building and after a quick glance, braced myself and
went to the ladies room to freshen up before I had my interview. I dashed
into an open stall and to take care of nature's call then spent a few
minutes primping in front of the mirror. I redid my lips and added just a
little more blush and cologne before I decided that everything was perfect
for my interview.
Cindy, the receptionist, was very friendly although I couldn't miss the
fact that she was giving me an appraisal of her own, not for the job but
as a woman! She repeatedly glanced at my dress, shoes, jacket, and
hairstyle until she finally smiled and told me how much she liked my
outfit. Relieved that I passed her test I relaxed and spent the next few
minutes engaging in what I had always laughed about when Carol did it -
Girl Talk! I told her where I had bought my outfit and she mentioned some
of her favorite places to shop as we compared our fashion likes and
dislikes.  Even though I had made fun of the practice before I found it to
a real treat to talk to someone I had just met as if we were old friends!
My interview went well and I was offered a job starting the following
Monday. I stopped back to tell Cindy that I'd gotten the job and was
thrilled to see the look of delight on her face! Here was someone I met
moments before happy that we'd be working together. I doubted that any guy
would have been so happy for me under the same circumstances and made a
point to mention it to Carol.
Monday morning I arrived at work wearing a green and white floral print
dress, a light green jacket that matched my dress, white pantyhose, and a
pair of white heels. I wore a pair of emerald earrings with a matching
necklace and ring which I thought accented my outfit perfectly. Cindy was
happy to see me and once again we chatted happily as she showed me where
I'd work and introduced me to everyone in the office. When lunch time came
Cindy and I had  lunch and decided to do a little shopping in a small
boutique. Cindy looked fabulous in some of the outfits she tried on which
presented a problem for me. I wanted to tell her how breathtakingly sexy
she looked in a short skirt and tight fitting top but  I had to remember
that while such a comment may have been appreciated from Tim, as Christy 
it would have been grossly out of place. I did my best to express my
feelings in a feminine manner by telling her that the outfit was daring
but it seemed to have been made for her figure!
Things went pretty well at work for me. My typing was just a little slower
than normal but it was going to take a little getting used to typing with
long fingernails. I made friends with the other women I worked with along
with several of the men who seemed to be going out of their way to pass my
desk and say hi to me! Cindy and I became very close friends and spent
nearly every lunch hour shopping together.
Although I never spent much time shopping with Carol I still knew what was
expected of me as a woman so I began browsing through the outfits stopping
occasionally to hold one up to myself in front of a mirror or to ask Cindy
what she thought of it. Soon I realized that I wasn't really trying to act
like a woman anymore, it was coming easily without any effort at all! The
thought led to mixed emotions for me, I felt proud that I had mastered my
lessons well enough for them to become second nature for me but worried
about how things would be when I went back to being Tim. What if while out
with some male friends I suddenly exclaimed that I thought a particular
dress in a store window was sumptuous or that I simply had to have a
certain pair of earrings? While walking through a store would I forget
myself and stop to admire a lovely dress or worse yet hold it up to see
how I'd look in it? The strangest thought that popped into my head was
that maybe I just wouldn't go back to being Tim! That would take care of
problems with any left over feminine thoughts or gestures. Carol didn't
seem to mind my being Christy and truthfully I enjoyed the pretty clothes
and lingerie! I'd have to check with Carol to be sure I knew but what harm
would there really be if I kept dressing and working as a woman?
It was on one of our shopping excursions that Cindy approached me with a
dress she thought would be perfect for me. The next thing I knew I was on
my way into a dressing room holding a short black dress. I didn't want to
hurt Cindy's feelings by refusing to try it on even though it was shorter
than anything that even my wife would wear so I pulled the curtain shut
behind me kicked off my heels,  undid the zipper of my dress and stepped
out of it.
I pulled the black dress over my head then tugged it down as far as it
would go which turned out to be about a six inches or so above my knees!
Worse yet the slip I wore was far too long even after I adjusted the
straps to shorten it as much as possible. I quickly pulled the dress off ,
stepped out of my slip and slid the dress back over my head. I looked at
myself in the mirror and my heart started to pound, I loved the dress and
the way it looked on me! I slipped my shoes back on and stepped out to
show Cindy how  I looked.
"Good lord Christy!"  she exclaimed. "You look great!"
The dress was so short I was sure I'd freeze to death in the least little
breeze but the skirt seemed to sway gently with every step I took and the
shortness really emphasized my legs! I knew I'd buy myself that dress, it
was just too darling to pass up! 
Cindy slowly walked around me whistling softly as she went. Finally she
frowned and mumbled about something being missing and for me to wait there
until she got back. In the few minutes she was gone I received four
compliments from other women my age, enthusiastic "wows" from three
teenage girls, and admiring glances from two men who were walking by as I
admired myself in a mirror. Finally Cindy returned, thrust a package
containing black pantyhose into my hands and told me to go back and put
them on.
Back in the dressing room I sat down to change my pantyhose and found that
I would have to adopt my most lady like posture if I was to keep from
exposing myself every time I sat down in that dress!  As I carefully slid
my tan pantyhose off my legs and rolled up the black ones I noticed that
the black ones had a small diamond pattern of tiny Rhinestones at each
ankle. The slightest movement of my legs seemed to catch and reflect the
light drawing attention to my legs! I slowly worked them up over my
panties delighting in the light silky feeling against my legs. This time
when I pulled the dress back down I spent an extra second or two turning
and primping before letting Cindy see me!
Cindy was thrilled with her new creation, a very sexy looking young woman
ready to party the night away! All I needed she told me was to add a pair
of black heels, darken my lipstick and eye shadow just a little bit and
men would kill to please me!
Now that was an idea I hadn't thought  much about - men and how they'd
react to me as a woman. Of course I had planned  on becoming just an
average looking young woman in the work force, not a sexy young thing
looking for fun! I started wondering what it would be like to have someone
seeking approval from me. Since I was going to spending a little time as 
a woman anyhow why not explore how men would react to me as I had briefly
done in class.  Carol had said that it was something I'd have to put up
with anyhow, why not see how much of an attraction I could be to men? It
would help me prove my point to Carol and I could tell her it would make
me appreciate what she had to go through to look good for me!  
Too soon Cindy interrupted my dreams telling me it was time to go back to
work. I rather reluctantly donned my working girl outfit and headed back
with Cindy but not before buying the dress of course!
I brought the idea of dating up to Carol that night and we spent several
hours discussing the idea.
"I think you should accept a date with a guy if the chance comes up!" 
Carol said enthusiastically. "Has anyone asked you out yet?"
"A couple of guys from the office have,"  I told her. "But I said I don't
like to date where I work."
"That's a good idea,"  Carol nodded. "It would be hard to work together if
you became close then broke up. Maybe your friend Cindy could fix you up
with someone though."
"I'll ask her tomorrow,"  I said a bit too quickly and with too big a
smile. "I think she's got someone in mind for me already!"
"You little vixen!"  Laughed Carol. "You've been planning this all out
haven't you?"
"I guess I was thinking about it,"  I replied shyly. "Are you mad?"
Carol stared at me for a moment. "No, I'm not mad,"  She said. "I'm just a
little confused , that's all."
"Would it help if I said I was confused too?" I asked. 
"Your husband isn't dressed like a woman and asking to date men."  Carol
said slowly. "Losing you to another woman would be bad enough but I
couldn't handle losing you to another guy."
"It's only for a little while,"  I pleaded. "It was your idea to turn me
into a woman in the first place. I'm just trying to understand what women
go through.
"I know,"  Carol said with tears in her eyes. "Just remember that I love
you, okay."
"I'll never forget,"  I promised as I kissed her on the cheek. "I love you
too."
"Good luck Christy,"  she sniffed. "Be careful with men."