Chris spent a couple of hours mowing the lawn, cleaning the car, and all the other normal weekend jobs that need getting out of the way, the only difference from normal being that he was still wearing the panties and camisole under his jeans and tee-shirt. From time to time he practiced speaking in his feminine voice, working on making it more consistent.
Lynn had gone out again, and when she returned, she asked Chris if he had anything in mind for the evening, but he said he was easy.
"In that case, I vote we go to see a movie and grab something to eat."
Chris looked disappointed as he had thought he was on a promise of more sexual debauchery, but agreed.
"Right, upstairs then, we actually haven't got much time, so we'd better start getting you ready now."
"Hold on; I'm not really sure about this. I am really enjoying being Chrissy, and I did say I wanted to be Chrissy, but I just don't think I can go out as her, not yet anyway. It's all too risky. Someone might recognise me, can't we just watch something at home?"
"No. For a start, we'll not go anywhere local, and secondly, you have already demonstrated you are a reasonably convincing woman; I even heard you practicing your voice again earlier, and that's quite passable too. So we are going to jump right in and push those boundaries now. You won't look any better in two weeks or two months' time. Now get up those stairs."
Chris could see the logic. It did make sense to 'ride the wave,' so to speak, but he was a little bit reticent as he went up to the bathroom where Lynn had directed him to for another shave. "I hope this is the only close shave I have this evening," Chris said to himself in the mirror, checking his cheeks, top lip, and chin for that super smooth feel before applying some balm.
"Oh, and do your legs and your armpits this time," came Lynn's disembodied voice through the bathroom door.
Chris did as he was told even though he did consider removing all his body hair somewhat risqué in terms of how he would explain it away if someone noticed, but the only person who really would was Lynn, and it wasn't as if he ever did anything that exposed his legs (he hated shorts) or his armpits (no tank tops either). Compared to the thrill of having a more feminine feel, there was no real decision to be made. Watching the dark hairs flow down the waste was surprisingly thrilling, it was like there was no way back, a real commitment to his new persona.
Lynn came in when he had finished and offered him some of her scented body lotion, which he applied, and some deodorant which she said would not sting his freshly saved armpits, but it still did a little.
In the bedroom, wearing Lynn's peignoir dressing gown, she applied his makeup, taking a bit longer this time and explaining what she was doing differently. She produced a set of false nails and applied them, assuring Chris that she would be able to get them off later. Then the wig was on, and she asked him to stand up straight and take a look in the mirror. It was good, and he even let the dressing gown open up a bit and struck a pose, smiling.
"Hold that," said Lynn reaching for her phone and taking a few photos, getting Chris to adopt various ‘artistic' positions, "You really are quite the model! OK, now, turn around, keep your arms in the sleeves, but let it drop down your back, look over your shoulder, good, nice, just one more!"
"Let's see," said Chris, when she had finished clicking.
"Not now, later; we really have not got much time!"
With that out of the way, she went to her drawers and fished out a black bra, some black lace panties, a pair of nude glossy tights and told him to get dressed, tights first, then panties, then bra, while she went to get something from downstairs. He had just finished putting on the bra and was about to call Lynn to say that it just didn’t look or feel right when she returned and handed him two polythene bags filled with rice with some tape around them to hold the shape and told him to fill the cups with those. It worked surprisingly well, they filled the bra out nicely, and he loved the feeling of the extra weight on his chest.
"Looks good! That's an old theatre trick," Said Lynn, "and you must remember to keep your shoulders back. Don’t slouch like you usually do because posture is really important as a woman, and you will never see a woman slouching."
She looked him up and down as he straightened his back and reached down into his panties and tights. "And you'll need to tuck this in between your legs too like this," and she pushed his soft penis back as far as she could until there was no obvious bulge remaining and pulled the tights and panties up as high as they would go.
From her previous shopping trip, she produced a size twelve knee-length grey dress with a subtle red poppy pattern and helped him in to it. She fastened the zip up his back and he felt it tighten across his new chest, he shivered slightly in anticipation of being out in the real world.
She helped him put on a broad red belt from her wardrobe, and finally, she dug out some old silver diamanté clip-on earrings with a slight drop and a long silver chain necklace. All that remained was for him to slip on the strappy heels.
It was another O.M.G. moment as he looked in the mirror, turning around to get the full effect. He couldn't help it! He really actually fancied himself, it was quite bizarre. Lynn obviously agreed that he was looking good.
"You like? I have to admit it, you are a bit of a hottie. I'll have to keep an eye on you tonight, ha, ha! Now give me a few minutes to get myself dolled up; you can go and practice getting in and out of the car, trust me, you need to in that outfit, I'll be down soon."
Chris entered the garage from the hall door, which he suddenly realised was very convenient for a secret exit and tidied up the passenger seat. It was odd having the hair flop down in front of him every time he went to pick something up. He did a few practice runs and found that Lynn was right, there was a definite technique to getting into a car in heels and a dress. All sorted, he popped into the kitchen for a glass of water, and Lynn appeared looking ravishing in a cream blouse and short black skater skirt, tan tights, and black ankle boots.
"Here silly, you'll need this, I've transferred your keys and money over," she said in a rather motherly way and handed him a small black handbag.
"Ready," she said, "I'm driving, now let's go or we'll be late!"
They both got in the car. Chris watched the garage door opening. Although everything outside looked the same, somehow it didn't, he was seeing the street through new eyes, the same world, but different. His stomach was turning over with nerves, but he kept his cool. Lynn smiled at him, seeking acknowledgment. "Let's go," he said.
Lynn had picked a small art-house cinema in the next town, which had only a short walk from the car park and was running an early evening season of LGBT films, in this case, 'Appropriate Behaviour', which was a fairly good fit for two girls experimenting with their sexuality. Once they were in the cinema, Chris could relax a bit in the low light and he was soon enjoying the film, which was sexy and funny in equal measure. He was conscious of not laughing like a guy, so kept his laughs a little bit restrained. He particularly loved it whenever Lynn put her hand on his knee, or whispered something in his ear, and by the time it was over, he was most definitely feeling hungry, but not for a meal!
With the lights back on, even dim as they were, he felt a bit self-conscious again and told Lynn, who said they should leave in the crowd, as that was the best way to merge. Unfortunately, Chris did a great job of drawing attention to himself by stumbling in his heels, he could have kicked himself. In fact, he almost had! The reality was no one took any notice at all, a few glances, but as he had recovered himself quickly, it was just a non-event and demanded no attention. Thank goodness he hadn't ended up sprawled across the floor!
Once they got outside Lynn looked at him mischievously and grabbing his head, kissed him on the lips, thanking him for taking her to such a great film. Chris felt his cheeks burning in embarrassment at the spectacle Lynn was making of them both, but ignoring the few folk staring, he grabbed her hand and for once took charge, leading her somewhat forcibly to the restaurant which was round the corner, concentrating hard on his poise and balance, but also thinking he would need to check his lippy now!
The restaurant was Italian and based in an old de-consecrated church. Lynn had booked a table in an alcove to give them a bit of privacy which Chris thought was really nice of her as he would have been a bit mortified to be in the centre of things, with the bright lights and tables placed right next to each other!
They decided to stick with sparkling water because Lynn was driving and Chris wanted to keep his head straight. They both ordered bruschetta followed by pasta and coffee. The waiter, who seemed to be from Eastern Europe and just impersonating an Italian, was flirting with them both, which made them laugh! Chris was finding it hard work having to focus on his girl voice every time he spoke, but he didn't have to say much and reckoned he got by, and maybe even passed. Even if he didn't, the waiter was clearly not bothered about his biological makeup as he was completely natural.
The pasta was divine and so filling that they both settled on a cappuccino to round off the evening. The cups were like soup bowls and the barista had even used a stencil to make a heart on the top with the chocolate sprinkle. Lynn asked the waiter to take a picture of them both with the coffees on her phone and obligingly he took a few.
"Let's have a look," Chris asked, once the waiter had gone to get the bill.
"Here," said Lynn, flicking through them, "they are really nice… oh, and who is this?"
It was the earlier pictures of him in the peignoir, and although not worthy of an x-certificate, they were certainly a bit saucy.
"Such a natural," commented Lynn, reaching down and sliding her hand along his leg and under his dress.
"Ooh, I see you like that, you naughty girl," she laughed, stroking the hot bulge of his frustrated erection. Now you'd better start thinking of agricultural machinery or something else completely unsexy if you want us to be able to leave!
The waiter brought them a couple of limoncellos on the house and Lynn gave him a decent tip as he had really helped make the evening. Fortunately, Chris was able to adjust himself surreptitiously so that things were not too obvious when he stood up.
It was still not late as they left, and Lynn suggested they had a quick drink in a bar that was next to the car park as they would have to pass it anyway. By now Chris really just wanted to get home and unleash all his pent-up sexual energy from what was proving to be a very erotic evening, but Lynn insisted, and as she had the car keys, there was not a great deal he could do other than make a scene, and he certainly didn't want to do that.
The bar was reasonably busy and had fairly subdued lighting making him feel more comfortable. It was even playing some good music at just the right volume. Lynn took advantage of two guys leaving and proceeded to sit at the bar, perching on the bar stool with the skater skirt framing her long legs quite conspicuously.
"Two glasses of prosecco please," she ordered, having not struggled to gain the attention of the barman.
Chris watched Lynn and sat down too, smoothing his dress down behind him as he did and adopting a similar legs-crossed pose facing her. He was delighted to see that there was a big mirror behind the bar where he could watch himself and Lynn as well as survey the rest of the room. He couldn't help thinking how sexy these two women looked, even though he knew one of them was him! He loved it as his nylon-covered ankle occasionally brushed against hers, and he loved it when he looked down at his legs emerging from the hem of his dress and shimmering all the way down to his shoes. They looked beautifully smooth and felt so cool and sexy.