26-TIT FOR TAT

"1990 SANDY THOMAS

THE "DEB" PARTY

The night of the debutante party, both Victor and I were scared to death as we walked with our wives up the steps of the club where the party was being held. During the past several months, neither wife had given an inch in her efforts to feminize either one of us. Each wanted to win the bet.

Both Victor and I had been corseted, electrolysised, dieted, mud packed, and in every way possible molded into the image of a female.

The competition had become so heated that the women would spy on each other to determine the latest "trick” being used by the other. Once determined, it was not long before the negligent husband was deeply emerged in similar treatments. No idea was to crazy or expensive to try. Both Victor and I were Barbie dolls in the hands of our enterprising wives in their goal to out do the other.

How perfect did they want us? A couple days before the party, Tana realized that Donna had pierced Victor's ears. Over my protests, Tana quickly and rather painfully pierced my ears and inserted small gold studs. I was wearing her 2 ct. diamond stud earrings to the party.

It was almost over. Soon all of this would be behind us. After tonight both Victor and I would be released from this ordeal and allowed to return to our original care-free selves. No more beauty treatments, no more shopping for clothes, hypnotists, etc. We would return to playing golf and being general layabouts. That is, except for the 'service' that the losing couple would have to pay to the winners. But, until one of us is "read", we both realized that we would have to the do our best to act like real ladies. To the winner goes spoils, so to speak.

Both Victor and I were dressed like debutantes, looking somewhat younger than our actual age. Tana and Donna had written the club telling them that they were bringing their younger sisters to the party, sort of as a "coming out" occasion. Thus, while the women were dressed in sophisticated gowns befitting of young married women of wealth, Victor and I were dressed in gowns more appropriate to college sorority girls making their official "coming out" in society.

Victor's gown was virgin white made from Tully lace. It surrounded him in innocent elegance, with a flattering V-back and a double tiered lace hanky hem. Even his 4' high heels were covered with matching lace.

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I wore a off-white body hugging sequined dress with a high neck top and a bare back. It had lace sleeves and a matching delicate lace ruffle at the hem. I was beginning to see advantages to a girl's life. I whisked through doors while guys hurried to hold them; They in their hot, heavy wool coats and ties, while we 'girls' floated about in silk and lace.

Although many of the girls had brought their own dates, the club had invited select men from another upscale club to act as escorts for those women and widows who came to the party without a date. Thus, after making our "entrance" and finding our table, it wasn't long before these single men spied us single women sitting together and started to make their approach.

I was mortified when this particularly handsome blond man approached me and asked for a dance. Donna and Victor were already on the floor swinging to the music with separate partners.

With a slight smile, Tana indicated that she expected me to accept the proposal. It might look strange for a pretty "Deb" to be a wallflower on her coming out party. Thus, with trepidation, I accepted the fellow's hand and stepped onto the dance floor.

To say that it was strange to be dancing with a man in a public place while wearing a gown would be an understatement. It wasn't just strange, it was weird. My heels made it difficult to move without feeling like I was about to fall. The swinging of my dress and the look in my partners eyes as he viewed my naked shoulders made the experience one not to be soon forgotten. This was the crescendo of a lot of hard work, but tonight seemed natural. I had been trained well. Being a young lady tonight was easy.

I looked over at Victor dancing next to me. He seemed to have gotten deeply engrossed in the beat of the music because he was swinging as if he had been doing it in heels and a dress all of his life. It was obvious that he was much more used to the clothes than I. His black hair swayed to the music and the rosy smile on his face indicated that he was enjoying every minute of the experience. I was not nearly so confident and a smile was a rare expression on my face.

Soon the music changed and both Victor and I were being led to our table by our partners. I felt relief that the experience was over with without being read as a man, while Victor obviously relished the dance and couldn't wait