Chapter Nine

As we finished our coffee and pastries, Donna said that she was going to get cleaned up and ready for a shopping trip. She suggested that I fix my makeup and add a little fresh perfume. She went into the other bathroom to shower and I went into the one off of our bedroom. I took a tissue and wiped the smeared lipstick off and then, picking up the tube, reapplied it, carefully outlining my beautiful lips and then filling in the rest. Then I realized what I was thinking. I wondered when I had started thinking of my lips as beautiful. Before Donna had started putting lip gloss on them, I had never even noticed them in the sense of describing them. Now, all of a sudden, I'm thinking of them as beautiful. 

I slowly ran my pink tongue over my lips as I partially open my mouth. I shook my head and let the blonde hair fall naturally back into place. Unbuttoning my blouse and couple of buttons, I sprayed some of Donna's perfume into the cleft of the black, lacy bra and watched, transfixed, as it evaporated in the cleft of my breasts. The rich scent drifting up to my nose, I deeply inhaled its fragrance. I straightened up and reached into my blouse, slipping my hand into my bra and pinching my own nipple. I felt a flush come over my body and my dick start to get hard again. It pulsed with the rush of blood into it and I adjusted myself with my other hand. 

Suddenly, I realized what I was doing. I was making love to the woman in the mirror, but, at the same time, I was that woman. I stopped caressing myself and buttoned up my blouse. "My blouse" I thought, "my lips, my breasts, my bra, my panties, my garter, my nylons, my high heels." What had I done? Where had I gone? Who was this woman staring at me seductively from the mirror?

I was falling in love with Victoria, but where was Victor? As Victoria became more and more real, Victor seemed to be fading away. This can't be happening. I am Victor. I have a wife, Donna. I have a career. I play handball. I'm athletic. I'm not a woman. I put my hand on my now softening dick. Not even close to being a woman. 

I love good sex, but I realized that I had let a sex game get out of hand. I took off the wig, then the blouse, laying them on the counter. Bending over with difficulty, I unfastened and slid the high heels off of my feet and set them on the counter. Unzipping the jeans, I wiggled my hips until I could get them below my butt and peeled them off of my legs. I stood back up and looked at myself. Full makeup and black, lacy bra, black garter belt and hose, and black silky panties. I wavered slightly in my determination. Steeling myself, I slid the bra down and turned it so that I could unfasten it and laid it with the other clothing. I slid the panties off and tossed them onto the pile. I reached down and unhooked each of the tabs on the garter, releasing the black, shimmering hose. Reaching behind me, I unhooked and removed the garter and laid it reluctantly on the counter. Sitting on the stool, I slowly slid the delicate hose off of my smooth legs and added them to the pile.

I looked at myself in the mirror, completely naked and hairless but with perfume reeking from my chest and full makeup on my face.

"Goodbye, Miss Vickie. It was fun while it lasted but I've got to have myself back." I turned and stepped into the shower, turned on and adjusted the water, reached up and grabbed the cold cream and, opening it, started to clean off my face. As the water rinsed off the last of the makeup and I soaped and washed off the perfume, that famous line from the horror movie ran across my mind. 

"I'm back!" I said, in my best Freddie voice and grinned as I finished my shower. Going into the bedroom, I pulled a pair of BVD's from the drawer, and my jeans and tee shirt and a pair of white crew socks. I quickly got dressed and pulled on my tennis shoes. Looking into the mirror, I thought that I didn't look too bad for all the wear and tear I had gone through in the last few days. I grinned and thought that it didn't take near as long for a guy to get dressed as it does for a woman.

Her Side

I finished my shower and makeup, got dressed and went to the den where Victoria was watching TV. I stopped short when I saw Vic sitting on the sofa in jeans and tee shirt. I shouldn't have thought a thing of it but I was looking forward to buying clothes for Victoria and making a game of it. I figured I could keep him aroused all day by teasing him and occasionally embarrassing him in a store. 

I started to voice my disappointment and quickly thought better of it. He must be having a male/female crisis and I did not want to set him in defense of his manhood. I love him in either persona, but it has been very stimulating to feminize him. 

"I see you decided to be Vic today, honey. Are you still going to go shopping with me?" I smiled, hoping he would not back out.

"Sure I'll go with you. I just got to feeling really funny about going out dressed as a woman. I mean when we are here having sex it is one thing, but running around town like I'm some kind of female impersonator is not my idea of a smart thing to do. I've got customers and friends all over town and I can't afford to lose either one. Let's just keep our little game between ourselves, ok honey?" and he stood up to go.

"That's fine, Vic. I just thought you might get a kick out of shopping in femme. But we can still have fun." I took his hand, with his pink nails, and started for the door. I find myself making little plans all the time, and one was starting to form in my mind for today. We'll see, I thought to myself, as I got into the passenger seat of the car.

We walked into the front entrance of the new mall across town and Vic spotted a sporting goods store right away. Drawing me into the store, he soon had purchased a new handball glove. As we left the store, I spotted a Victoria's Secret store and drew Vic to the window. there was a mannequin with a beautiful peach colored bra, panty, and garter and hose set. I saw Vic do a double take. 

"That is a gorgeous underwear set, isn't it."

Vic agreed as his eyes traveled over the ensemble, taking in the lace and delicate feminine design. I could see that it had more than taken his attention and I wondered what he was thinking. His face seem to be slightly flushed and, as he turned to go, I stopped him.

"Come on, baby. Let's at least go in and see how much it is. I can tell you like it." I took his hand and pulled him into the frilly store. A beautiful sales girl approached us to help. 

"Where is the peach set that is in the window?" I asked her.

She smiled and said that she thought that was a beautiful set as she led us to the display. Vic reached out and picked up the lacy bra. I saw the girl look twice at his manicured pink nails and wondered what she was thinking. 

"I love it," I said. "Vic, do you want to see it on?"

"I'm sorry, but store policy is that you can't try on these undergarments" the pretty girl said, in apology. 

"Oh, we are going to take them, for sure. We'll bring all the tags out to ring them up" I assured her.

"Oh, ok. In that case, let me help you find your sizes. The dressing room is right over there" pointing.

"I can get them, but thanks" I said, and indicating a lady who was looking like she wanted some help, "I think she needs some help."

She left to assist the lady and I quickly gathered up the ensemble in sizes that I knew would fit Victoria, but didn't let him know what I was doing.

"Come on Vic, let's see how this looks."

"I know you'll be beautiful in them. Why don't you go on and I'll wait in the mall."

"Come on," I said, taking his hand. "I really want your opinion."

Reluctantly, he accompanied me into the tiny dressing room, shutting the door and sliding the latch behind us.

I tuned to face him and sexily snuggled up against him. 

"Isn't this cozy," I said as I ran my hand across his crotch.

"Mm, very" he responded and pushed his penis against my hand. 

I rubbed my hand up and down on his penis and gave him a sexy french kiss. I felt him start to harden. Running my hands up his chest, I pinched his nipples, hard.

"Ouch!" he said "Not so hard."

He pulled me into his embrace and kissed me deeply, running his hand down to my hips and pulling me into him.

I gently broke away from his embrace.

"Whoa, big boy, let's try this outfit before we loose control here" I teased as I grabbed his tee shirt and started pulling it up from the bottom.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he started to stop me.

"You can't try this bra on with your tee shirt on, dear. Raise your arms."

He blushed as he realized what I intended to do. Reluctantly, he raise his arms and I slid the tee shirt off over his head. Tossing it on the bench, I picked up the beautiful peach lacy bra and removed the tags. 

"Hold your arms out."

As he complied, I slid the straps over his arms and slid the bra up to his breasts, turning him around so that I could fasten the delicate item. Turning him back around, I pushed his breasts up into the cups, filling them out and creating cleavage. I slipped to the side so that he could see himself in the mirror. I saw his eyes slightly glaze over as he drank in the beauty of the bra. I knew that Victoria was back and that I had her for the rest of the day. Our shopping trip was going to be fun after all.

Chapter Ten