RANSVESTIA

off my body. To my surprise the process of shaving an entire body is quite a time consuming project and took almost 11⁄2 hours before I finished.

"Honey, I'm finished, now what?" She asked that I come into the bedroom and as I stepped into the hallway and felt a strange but pleas- ant coolness as the cool hall air touched my hairless body.

Walking into the bedroom I saw an assortment of clothing laid out on our bed. I blushed when I saw Denise looking at me and I realized that I had nothing on. "Why are you blushing? After all you are my husband, Rita." Denise was laughing as I turned beet red. She was sitting on a chair next to the clothing on the bed, she reached across for an article of clothing which she handed to me with the instructions to try it on. The article was a white-satin latex long leg panty girdle. I stepped into the girdle and found it very tight as I struggled to pull it into place. However after a few moments the tightness reduced itself to a very pleasant feeling of constriction. Next came a white long line bra which overlapped the top of the panty girdle. When I had trouble with the hooks in back Denise had me turn around and she hooked them for me. Turning around I saw Denise was holding out a box to me.

Opening the box I found that it contained a pair of very realistic false breasts. If I had not been able to see the special adhesive backing I would have thought the falsies real. I slipped the shoulder straps of the bra down and placed the breasts in place against my chest. After re- placing the straps I became conscious of the weight of the breasts in the bra. Glancing down I saw that the adhesive backing had almost per- fectly blended the falsies with my own chest and had pulled my chest muscles together a bit creating cleavage. Denise pointed out that with just a little make-up it would be impossible to tell I was wearing falsies.

"Here put this waist cinch on," she said. "I thought the girdle and long line bra would hide your "pot" but I see I was wrong." I fitted the waist cinch to my waist and felt my artificial breasts sway as I moved my shoulders. My thoughts came back to the cincher and I pulled a little harder to catch the hooks on the side. "Boy, is this tight." I gasped.

"It's not as tight as it should be,” replied Denise, “tomorrow or the next day we will get a lace up type cinch which will do a better job." She then handed me a pair of nylons.

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