After an exhilarating weekend, my life unfortunately returned to normalcy. Bob went back to work. We came home, had dinner, and watched TV. I realized Joann was processing. Duh. I just told her I wanted to dress and act like a woman. I didn’t want to press my luck. By Thursday, Joann seemed to have made a decision.
“I know you want to dress, so take Friday off and do it.” She smiled.
Joann kissed me goodbye as she left, saying, “Enjoy yourself. I’ll call Elizabeth later.”
Because it was a weekday, I would dress as any suburban woman might. I put on a nice bra and panties. Of course, I needed my shapewear. Then only a pair of pantyhose. I put on a pair of the pink slacks I hadn’t worn yet, couples with a white blouse. I did my makeup and put on my wig. No fancy shoes. Just a pair of flats.
I looked in the mirror. I was proud of myself. I did look like any suburban housewife. Well, I did think I was prettier than most.
Joann called at about one. “Hi Elizabeth,” she said. “How’s my new girlfriend?”
I said I was having a good day. Had she fully accepted Elizabeth?
“Can I ask what you are wearing sweetie?”
I described my outfit as well as why I chose it.
“That’s perfect. I have a favor to ask.”
“Anything for you hon.”
“I need you to go to Walgreens. Go as you are. Pick up a package of Tampons Regular for me, please. I just got my period.”
“Seriously?” I responded.
“Yes, of course. You’ll love getting out. And you won’t be embarrassed like you have been in the past. They’ll think they’re for you.”
“Okay hon. I’ll do it.”
“Good girl,” she said.
I did as instructed. I browsed and bought some makeup. I grabbed the tampons and checked out. Clearly, no one suspected.
Joann got home late. I went to the door. “Well, don’t you look nice,” she said.
“Sorry, I’m so late, dear. I’ve been real busy at work. Do you want to go out to dinner?” Joann asked.
“Sure, if you want. Let me go change,” I replied.
“No, I want to go out with my new girlfriend,” she said.
“Really?” I was surprised.
“Yes. It’ll be fun.”
Jo was wearing a tight black pencil skirt and a beige, satin blouse with a bow. She looked hot.
“You should change into something a little more fancy. She asked. “Go put on a nice dress.”
I smiled and turned to go to the bedroom. I slipped on a fitted dark blue sweater dress. I changed my shoes to the black two-and-a-half-inch pumps. I walked back to the living room.
“That’s better,” Jo complimented. “I’m excited,” Joann said.
“Wait. You need a couple of things. First, let's do your nails.”
We did. I loved having bright red nails.
“Here’s some matching lipstick. Put that on,” Joann instructed. “And here’s a necklace and bracelet. One more thing,” Jo said.
She went to the bedroom. I hear her rummaging through a jewelry box.
“I thought I had some. I found a pair of dangly clip-on earrings. Put them on. We’ll have to think about getting your ears pierced.”
I felt wonderful. Jo had thought of details I hadn’t thought about.
“I think you’re ready. Let’s go.”
We drove to our favorite restaurant - Al’s Supper Club. It was a popular place. Just a touch upscale.. A table wasn’t available and the host asked if we wanted to wait at the bar. We walked into the bar and seated ourselves.
Joann looked around. “It just occurred to me that some men may approach us, How do we handle that?” Joann whispered. As she finished saying that, two nicely dressed men walked up and sat next to us.
“Good evening, ladies,” one said. “Mind if we join you?”
We just looked at each other.
The other one said, “Ladies, we’re just looking for a little conversation after a long day. Can we buy you girls a drink?”
Joann smiled. “Sure, why not?” Followed by, “I’m Joann and this is Elizabeth.”
“I’m Larry and this is my colleague, Jim.”
Larry told the bartender to bring us another round. Larry assured us that they were only looking for company. “Please let us treat you two lovely ladies to dinner.”
Surprisingly, Joann looked at me and said, “That would be nice. Thank you.”
A waitress informed the men that their table was ready.
“Elizabeth, why don’t we go to the ladies’ room before dinner?”
I followed her to the ladies' room. She locked the door.
“Isn’t this exciting?” she asked.
“Are you crazy? I appreciate your enthusiasm, but maybe we need to slow down,” I responded.
Joann just giggled. “Oh don't be a party-pooper. Look, we wouldn’t be here if you didn’t want to look and act like a woman. So do it, silly. You’re lucky to have a wife who’s into it. When you are Elizabeth, I don't think of you as my husband. So let's be girls, okay? You look great. Now freshen your lipstick.” Joanne laughed.
I smiled and freshened my lipstick.
We had a nice dinner. The wine was flowing. Joann was having a good time. I realized she was enjoying the attention of, well, a man. I relaxed. I was too.
After dinner, we got up to leave. Larry took Joann’s hand as they walked to the exit. Jim took mine. Just as we were about to exit, I realized that one of my earrings must have fallen off. I told Jim, and we went back to the table. Joann and Larry were already out the door. It took a few minutes of searching but Jim came up with it. We headed to the car.
As we approached the car, I saw that Larry had Joann pressed up against our car. She had her arms around his waist and was kissing him.
We walked slowly to the passenger side. Larry and Jo were oblivious as he ground his torso into hers. Suddenly, Jim stopped, grabbed me, and started kissing me. Kissing him felt surprisingly natural. My thoughts were all mixed. My wife was passionately kissing a man we had just met. While she was doing that, I was willingly kissing another man.
I heard Joann. “Hey girl, I think we should get going.” All I could say was, “Thank you for the drinks and for dinner.” Larry handed Joann his card and told her they were in town almost every week and if we wanted to go out to dinner, just message him. We got in the car and drove off.
Joann was smiling. “Well Elizabeth, that was fun wasn’t it? Did you enjoy being kissed? I have to say, when I saw you being kisses, I found it erotic.”
“Well, you looked like you were enjoying kissing Larry. But to be honest, it made me feel very feminine.”
“That’s what you want, right? Did you enjoy being treated like a woman and being kissed by a man?”
“I have to admit I did,” I responded. “Did you like being kissed my another man?” I asked.
“What do you mean by another man? I don't see a man here,” she giggled. “Don’t take this wrong, but it was nice. Sometimes a woman needs to be with a man. Seems like us girls both like being treated nice by men.”
We both laughed. I thought to myself, “I asked for this, I could hardly argue that I was a man, sitting there in a dress. I wanted this and I realized this was a price I must pay. If Jo needed male attention, I had to accept that.
Joann said “I think I prepared myself for this over the past eight years. I’m surprised how easy this has been for me. And I’m even more surprised how much I like it.”
“I like having a new girlfriend. It gives us a new dynamic. I’m not sure this is what you want to hear, but it’s become difficult thinking of you as my husband. You’re becoming my dear friend Elizabeth. And you should think of me as your friend Joann. Okay?”
“I understand. I'm glad we can be girlfriends.”
“I don't love you any less. I accept your desire to be feminine. Dress whenever you want. I don’t want to hold you back. Obviously you can’t go to work dressed, but that leaves the weekends, and evenings. Whatever you want.”
“I really appreciate that you accept my femininity. I guess we both need to make some adjustments.”
Joann went on. “I want you to be happy. And I want to help as well. I was thinking that you should probably start shaving your legs, and perhaps most of your body as well. You’re not very hairy anyway. And I think we can pluck your eyebrows a little to give you a more feminine look, without going overboard.”
“Wow, Joann. Thank you.”
We woke up Saturday, and Jo said, “Why don’t we go shopping today? You need more clothes. It’ll be fun and you can try things on.”
“Sounds fun to me.”
“I’m a little concerned about your one male part showing, You don’t want a bulge down there, should we call it your clit?” Joann giggled.
I told her about the gaff and she told me to put it on. I did as told.
“That’s darling. It even has a slit in the front. You look like you have a vagina.”
I put on a white lace bra and slipped in my forms. I put on the girdle so I’d have feminine hips. I did my makeup and put on the skirt and blouse. Joann wore a shirt dress.
Before we left, Joann said I needed a purse. “I have one. I’ll get it.”
“Of course you do,” she said.
We went to a number of stores. We bought bras and panties that we thought would look good on each other. Joann thought I should get a slip. She also decided that I should get some slacks. I told her I preferred skirts and dresses.
“Women don’t wear skirts and dresses all the time. You want to look like a normal woman, don’t you?
“I do,” I said.
We picked out some nice feminine pants, and I tried them on. They certainly didn’t look like men’s pants, especially the pink pair. I was fine with them.
After trying on some tops, we bought two sweaters and two blouses.
We hit the shoe department as well. Once again Joann insisted on practicality. I got a pair of pink gym shoes, a pair of ballet flats, some low heels, and a pair of boots. Joann did let me get a pretty pair of dark burgundy patent leather pumps with three-inch heels.
We went to the food court to get something to drink. “I have to say that shopping with you is much more fun than shopping with Bob,” Joann remarked. We both laughed.
Joann asked if there was anything else I needed. “I can’t think of anything,” I answered.
“Oh I know,” Joann said. “You need a robe, and how about a nightie? I don’t think I’d mind you wearing a nightie or negligee to bed.”
We picked out a pretty satin robe with a matching nightie. Joan saw a short pink retro baby-doll negligee. “Oh Elizabeth, you’ll be so cute in this.”
“The only other thing I can think of is jewelry, but I have plenty and you can wear mine,” Joann remarked. “But you need to get your ears pierced if you are going to wear mine.”
I told her that perhaps I should stick to clip-ons for now. We purchased three pair and headed home.
We had a nice dinner that night and Joann told me that she was glad she had a new girlfriend. “I’m surprised how easy this has been,” she said. “You’re not the same person when you’re dressed. You really are a sweet girl. And for some reason, this girl turns me on.”
“Thanks, hon, this girl really appreciates your support.”
I was dressing every weekend. We had always gone out to dinner on Friday night and now it was two girls going out.. I started wearing a nightie or negligee to bed. We found it very erotic to fuck while I was wearing it. After a few nights in a negligee, she told me I should wear a bra under it if I wanted. She smartly suggested I get a couple of simple ones without an underwire.