22 -TIT FOR TAT "1990 SANDY THOMAS

worked on the right then the left. Then sat back saying, “a little more off the left." This went on and on, until she said handing me a mirror, "That's it, they're perfect!"

Above my horrified eyes were delicately arched, pencil thin eyebrows, perfectly curved and thin, belonging on the face a female. With my beardless cheeks and permanently arched brows, I looked like a girl!

The next time I saw Victor, he too had pencil thin brows. Both of us were spending more and more time getting ready for the party.

PRELUDE TO THE PARTY

"I look stupid," I protested.

"No you don't, you look pretty," she said, squirting a light perfume on my wrists.

We were dressed alike, both wearing dresses of an evening style, very full flouncy chiffon skirts drawn tight to the waist and close fitting over the hips. The top of my dress could best be described as form fitting and was held with very narrow shoulder straps. The outline of our panties and gartered nylon stockings could be seen in detail. Tana's dress was strapless, her shapely arms were smooth and graceful, naked to the shoulders, showing her cleavage of her womanly development.

Tana said, "Victor and Donna have been venturing out and we might as well find out if you can cut it. A few nights out like tonight and you'll have it down. Now, shoulders back. That gives a little extra prominence to your bosom. Now let's finish your hair." She removed the curlers in my now long hair.

Tana certainly knew about hair! Her locks were one of her beauty trademarks. Her hair was thick, shiny and reached past the middle of her back. I knew she spent hours each day taking care of it as well as weekly beauty salon sessions. When she was just around the house she wore it usually in a pony-tail. She had a professional-type hair dryer in her dressing room because when she set it her hair took a long time to dry. But when it was set, it cascaded over her shoulders in beautiful curls and waves. Her large, mirrored vanity was full of hair care tools and accessories including pins, clips, rollers of every size and color, ribbons, hair bands, barrettes, scarfs and some things that I didn't even know the purpose of.

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Tana brushed, teased, sprayed, clipped and curled. When finished, I had an unmistakable girl's hairdo to go with the rest of my feminized wardrobe. My long hair spilled over my shoulders in feminine fashion. I felt so naked. I felt weird.

Tana expected me to go to dinner like this. My skirt barely covered my dimpled knees. My very thin dress and bra offered little protection from the cool evening or potential suitors.

This was like sky diving, I thought. We had done everything to make sure everything 'worked' but I wouldn't know for sure until I 'pulled the cord'. I hoped that I'd 'land safely', but what if something went wrong? I felt powerless to stop this dangerous thrill seeking.

Tana seemed to love the excitement of this deception and pushed me out the door to a waiting taxi. Even I was amazed as no one seemed to pay any attention. At a nearby restaurant, the hostess sat us, saying, "Have a nice dinner, ladies."

I took a breath and whispered, "We did it! I think I'm passing."

That's when I realized that this was one of those 'meat market' singles restaurants. Along one end was a bar filled with young men staring at the 'sweet young things' seated having dinner. I muttered, "Oh no. . .

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Tana knew what I was thinking and whispered, "Donna told me to take you here. She said it's a good place for you to learn to dance and 'mingle'.

Right after dinner, two men came over and asked us to dance. "Of course we will,” Tana replied kicking me under the table. I was quickly escorted to the dance floor and demonstrated the gyrations that Tana had taught me. It was bizarre and spooky. Tana was enjoying the flirtation with men while I, her husband, participated while feminized in chiffon and lingerie.

At one point, when she kissed her dance partner's cheek, I stared at Tana's face. It was childlike with an expression of angel-like sweetness and purity. Her sky-blue eyes so innocently clear encircled by a halo of golden perfumed hair was titillating her dance mate. She was playing with his sensualistic desires. I knew that her dance partner hoped he would soon be making love to this sweetness, enjoying her every delight. But this was my wife.