Charles Becomes Candy
As he slipped down into steaming scented water, enjoying the soapy hard-on that appeared and washing that too, he gently thumbed off the drops of precum. After bathing, he shaved, fully aware of the symbolism of using the razor between his legs as he transformed himself and made his cock and balls hairless.
After a few minutes he applied and then washed a hair remover from his skin. His wife had taught him by her example to put a special strainer over the drain lest the pipes get clogged. When he was denuded he checked the mirror. He had never gone this far before. The blending was still not irreversible, and he kept his toe on the shore before launching out, but he was a move that excited him and kept his cock stiff. He wasn't intending to become a woman, but he was going as far as he could go to prepare his body for the embrace of sensuous silky panties.
Satisfied, he looked again in the mirror, and, astonished at the hairless and born-anew sexy wonder, he examined his smooth nipples and cock, a cock that looked more than a bit aroused. "Down boy," he said. He pulled on a pair of pink silk panties dripping with lace, panties he had been planning all week for just this occasion, trying to keep "boy" down but of course it had the opposite effect, so he sat with his stiff cock in his panties and applied eyelashes, eyeliner, lipstick, and cherry red nail polish to his fingers and toes, touching the tentpole in his silky panties with those saucy fingernails, donning the wig he felt comfortable in (one Helen had worn), thinking that a man feminized like he was became a quintessential sexy human, not de-sexed but supercharged with sex, and close to a state of ecstasy, not brought on by drugs, alcohol, or religion but by something infinitely complex and joyful. Maybe Tom would help with the analysis of his feelings. Maybe Tom would eventually share these feelings.
He stroked his tentpole a few times and thought of delicious moments with Helen, anticipating the lovely silky clothing he was about to snuggle into, remembering Herrick's lines, "Whenas in silks my Julia goes,/ Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows/ the liquefaction of her clothes."
When he put on one of his wife's wigs, the look delighted him. Where had once been Charles now there was Candy, an absolutely gorgeous woman with a hard on in her silk panties. Now the pronoun in the mirror was a she with a tentpole.
Her dressing began with sheer black stockings, slowly pulling them up each leg feeling the luxury of the nylon on her smooth skin. The garterbelt was next followed by pink silk panties. As she pulled on the panties she gave up tucking in an aroused cock so she was semi-smooth in front with a drop of pre-cum. After donning a lacy pink bra filled with pantyhose, she found it hard to find Charles. Well, it was hard period. In his place was a very attractive if not fully feminine with a semi hard on.
Sitting on the bed she watched herself putting on the white pumps with two-inch heels, lifting her legs high enough so she could see all the way up to her panties. Selecting a short white slip she slid it on, relishing the feel of the silkiness as it swished over her stockings and panties. Then she donned a fairly sheer white blouse and short tan pleated skirt. She couldn't resist lifting the skirt slowly up her stockings, above the tops, revealing in the mirror the bulge in the pink silk panties. The bulge wasn't feminine, but it was the genuine Candy. She wanted to masturbate right then, but, instead, she just stroked slowly.
Downstairs she began to pour a beer when the doorbell rang. Tom's mouth dropped open. He had been expecting to be met by Charles who was going out to eat with him and now here was a woman.
"Please come in Tom. You look fine but a bit surprised. I'll tell you all about it." Candy didn't strain to make her voice ultra feminine, but it was softer than usual. "Sit down for a moment and drink a beer with me." As Tom watched her walk to the drinks cupboard, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the sexy woman with the nice legs and swishy slip. He immediately wanted to look up her skirt, a reflex action he couldn't control. Instead he said, "I'll bet you have a good explanation. Are you getting ready for a costume party? We've known each other forever. Tell all, pal."
Candy smiled as she looked at him, swallowed some beer, and said, "Well, there is no costume party, Tom. I have to tell you now that I've been a secret crossdresser for all the years I've known you, but since the loss of Helen I've recovered enough to know that for you as a special friend I want to be able to dress as a woman." Tom sat for a moment taking it all in, he knew that Charles had been moody since his wife had passed away but this was too much. Charles in skirts? Was he serious?
"Charles, are you going to be this way all the time," he said. "Are you going to have an operation?"
Candy smiled "No, Tom, The only time you'll see me dressed is when we are not with others. When I'm home and on my own I will be Candy. That's my name when I'm dressed."
When she said that she moved to a chair opposite and sat in front of him with her knees spread so she knew or at least hoped he might see her pink panties. Tom couldn't keep his eyes off her stockinged legs, and Candy loved him to look. She knew it would arouse him and put him in the mood for whatever might happen later. She crossed her legs and swallowed more beer.
After Chapters 1 & 2, we are only 1/4 into the story, and Tom is just beginning to learn the role Candy has to teach. There are seven sensuous chapters to follow, eventually involving the panties of their wives, Helen & Sally. Soon to come:
Chapter Three: At the Restaurant
Chapter Four: Tom Learns the Game
Chapter Five: Sexual Play
Chapter Six: Dressing for a Shopping Trip
Chapter Seven: At the Mall
Chapter Eight: A New Wardrobe
Chapter Nine: What It's All About
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