8-TV FICTION CLASSICS
"Now for the bra." Mrs. Johnson questioned, "Pink or white? I suggest white to match your slimmer." Mrs. Johnson put the bra around Pat's chest, and she noted how the cups were a little filled. She then added some silicone inserts that filled the cups completely.
Mrs. Johnson felt sorry for Pat. When she was through with him, Denise would be too embarrassed ever to be seen with him again. A quick divorce and Denise could find a real man, maybe a football player. They would totally make a fool of Pat. Dr. Johnson had promised not to make fun, but to just indulge Pat as a girl. Denise would realize that Pat just wasn't good enough for her.
Nylons were added to his smooth legs. Mrs. Johnson helped Pat into the full petticoat, then adjusted and laced it up the back. She slipped the gown over Pat's head and for a minute he was lost in a sea of blue lace. Mrs. Johnson said, "Take a deep breath," and she zipped him up. The gown fit perfectly now. Pat felt tied up, knowing it would be almost impossible to remove the dress by himself.
Mrs Johnson started to put the wig on Pat but stopped. "Let's see what we can do with your own hair first." After several minutes of teasing and spraying, she transformed Pat's longish locks into a ladylike style. A full make-up; foundation, mascara, blush, and lipstick, transformed Pat into a lovely lady. The rest of the afternoon Mrs. Johnson spent training Pat on, "what a lady does, and what a lady doesn't do."
When Denise came home Pat was fully decked out as "Patti". That night they had a modeling show and Pat must have tried on every dress in the house. Dr. Johnson commented on each of Pat's changes with comments such as, "Patti, that dress is you...Pink is your color Patti...Great legs." Pat took the comments in fun. He'd always thought Dr. Johnson didn't like him. Maybe things would get better.
That night, Denise handed him a long night gown to wear and said, "Stay in the role and you'll win for sure...just do what my mother says. My parents seem to love you dressed this way. I've never seen them so happy."
The next couple of days passed quickly. After classes each day, he studied for several hours and then went home
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to work on "his look." He even wore the slimmer to school, without the bra of course. The painful constriction reduced as his body got used to it.
He didn't even mind it anymore. In fact, it was fun. He and Denise laughed, and had a lot of giggles working out all the details. One evening, they worked all night on his make-up. Mrs. Johnson had insisted on plucking nearly all his eye brows. This opened up the feminine look of his eyes. They seemed to forget that he had to be a man during the day.
Denise painted his toenails a bright red and filled and shaped his fingernails to make them look longer. During all this time, Denise's parents seemed to love the idea that she was now treating Pat more like a sister and not a husband. They once heard Pat ask Denise for a kiss. Denise said, "Just a peck, we don't want to spoil our makeup."
Thursday morning, Denise had to go to class but Pat's had been canceled. Mrs. Johnson came in and said, "we're going shopping, get dressed in that cute red skirt and blouse you had on yesterday."
Pat reddened and protested, "But I can't go out like that."
"Of course you can and you must," Mrs. Johnson said firmly. "You look like a girl now and if you watch your movements, as you have been doing lately, nobody would ever begin to guess you're not all girl."
Pat thought everyone was going to see him soon anyway, so what the heck. It was rather a joke, right?
Mrs. Johnson helped Pat dress in one of Denise's red leather skirts and paired it with a silky white blouse then they drove to a beauty parlor in town. When Pat saw it, he started to resist, but Mrs. Johnson said, "Come on, dear, this is my gift to you...the final touches need professional beauty secrets. You don't even have to go to school tomorrow. You can wash all this off after the dance. For me."
In the beauty shop it was quiet and both Mrs. Johnson and Pat could be helped immediately. Mrs. Johnson instructed the operator, "Patti has big date tomorrow; make her look her best. I think you will want to remove her wig