She was a new person while all this was going on. I had to learn to walk, talk and act like a lady, and my wife was a thorough and deter- mined person. You see, first prize was 500 dollars donated to your favorite charity and a plaque with your name on it placed in the town hall. So you can see why my wife was determined to win first prize.

The night of the party came and at 5:00 p.m. my feminine trans- formation started. My wife shaved my face, legs, and arms for me just to make sure it was a good job. My bath had the same skin softeners in it that it had had all week, but now it was heavily perfumed too. After the bath the long and perfecting job of make-up application was started. My eyebrows were given a final plucking. Then the foundation went on, followed by rouge and powder. Then the eyebrows were formed, followed up by eye shadow, false eyelashes, eyeliner, mascara and then some glittery stuff. Then she gripped my chin firmly in her hand and outlined my lips with a lipliner, and filled in my lips with a very becoming lipstick. Finally she sprayed my face with this new stuff to make your make-up stay fresh for about 8 hours.

Then my dressing started. This again was an art in its own. It started with a pair of very silky feminine panties. Beige panty hose that I rolled over my smoothly shaved legs followed. I don't know why, but things started to happen slowly as my dressing progressed. I can't explain it, but it became more prominent. The stockings flowed on smoothly caressing my legs. This was followed by a tight panty girdle and a waist chincher. I was down from my normal 28” waist to about a 22". My girdle had padded hips which gave them the uniquely rounded feminine effect. Then came a silky low cut, strapless bra. My wife filled the cups with flesh colored inflatable inserts. Then she used a little make-up around the edges and dark eyeshadow to bring out my cleavage which looked very convincing even at close range. Then came the slip caressing my stockinged legs. And finally the dress! It was beautiful! It was a fairly low cut, femininely frilly, pale yellow, medium length formal with small white roses all over it.

My wig was a long and light blonde and was done up in a flip with bangs held across my forehead with a matching yellow ribbon.

She then applied my nail polish and told me to slip into my heels and practice while I waited for my nails to dry. Now all this time I had been glancing at myself in the mirror. But the person I saw looking back was a small petite, very feminine looking girl. My wife was really thrilled at how I looked.

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