4. Chapter
Cathy directed Bob to peel off Jim's tank shirt and disappeared into the
bathroom. Bob heard the sound of a bath being run. In a few moments, Cathy
was back. She looked critically at the unruly blonde mane flowing down
Bob's back. "I don't think there's time to mess with a shampoo. Do you have
any clean bandannas?"
Bob got her a large patterned workman's handkerchief. She took it and began
collecting Bob's long hair up in a massive coil. Using the bandanna she
tied his hair up on top his head and seemed satisfied. Then she ushered him
into the bathroom, where the tub was mostly filled.
"Try not to get your hair wet. And don't take too long getting washed, it's
after seven already." Cathy bustled out, evidently to start other
preparations.
Bob eased down into the steamy water. He couldn't remember the last time
he'd had a bath instead of a shower. The hot water was just what he needed.
He could feel the tension seeping from his body. So relaxing. He could stay
here forever.
"I don't hear washing," Cathy called from the other room after a few
minutes.
Bob considered briefly how tempting it would be to drown her. Then he
sighed, resigned himself to going along with her for now, and looked around
for soap and washcloth.
"What'd you do with the soap?" he complained.
"Oh! I forgot," Cathy came down the hall and tossed a box at him. "I picked
this up for you today. Use it instead of soap, it's good for your skin."
Bob caught it and saw it was Oil of Olay body wash. He opened the box and
found a pink plastic scrubbie and a tube of liquid soap. He experimentally
poured some in his palm. It was thick, not quite a gel, and had a fragrant
smell. Feeling a bit self-conscious at using something so obviously
feminine, he poured some on the scrubbie and began washing himself. The
liquid foamed up to a thick lather as soon as he started working it over
his body. He couldn't help but luxuriate in the feeling of the warm suds
sliding all over his skin. He rubbed his breasts, gently massaging them,
enjoying the sensual feelings so much that he slipped into almost a
hypnotic state. After several minutes he realized what he was doing and
reluctantly stopped. Now overly self-conscious about the feelings he was
arousing, he finished washing as quickly as possible. When it came time to
wash his pussy he perfunctorily made a couple quick swipes through his
pubic hair, and figured that was good enough.
Once he'd washed all over, he dunked himself up to his chin to rinse off,
then stepped out of the tub. There was a slick sheen of residue covering
his entire body. He assumed this was the moisturizing agent in the body
wash. It didn't bother him, on the contrary it felt pretty good. His skin
seemed even softer than before the bath. He stroked his skin, savoring the
feeling of being clean and fresh. He grabbed a towel and rubbed himself
mostly dry, wrapped it around himself and went out to find Cathy.
Once in the bedroom, Cathy had Bob finish drying off then she proceeded to
dress him as if he were a mannequin. She had him stand in the middle of the
room where she had room to move around. She directed him to face the
dresser mirror and said, "You'll need to learn to do all this yourself if
you spend much time in this body, but we've got lots to do to get ready
tonight so just relax and let me help."
First she pulled out a tiny bit of black fabric and handed it to Bob. He
looked at it a moment, completely confused.
"They're panties, silly. Put them on. Make sure you get the little cotton
strip in the front, that's supposed to go over your crotch."
Hesitantly Bob pulled the tiny panties up his legs. The material was
slippery satin except for a small patch of cotton lining sewn on the inside
right where it would lay against his pussy. The leg openings were cut very
high on the sides, with thin elastic straps that rode above his hips, then
dipped down in front to support a tiny swatch which barely covered his
pubic hair. The back was nothing more than a strip that slipped between the
cheeks of his ass - butt floss as he used to call it when he and his male
buddies would critique the photo spread in the latest Playboy. He felt
uncomfortable and overly conscious of the strip riding between his ass
cheeks and had to constantly resist the urge to tug at them and adjust how
they fit at his butt.
Cathy watched him a moment, squirming and clenching his ass muscles. She
grinned devilishly and teased, "Kind of feels like having a wedgie doesn't
it? It's called a thong, Robyn. We don't want any pantylines showing under
that sexy dress, now do we?"
Next she took a black satin bra and wrapped it around him, hooking it in
the back. It was a strapless type, with half cups that pushed his breasts
together and upwards. It felt strange, a little uncomfortable and
constrictive around his chest, but his breasts also felt restrained and
supported, less bobbly.
"I got you a size 34-D. I think you're a bit large for a C cup like I wear
now. The style with these little half cups is called a demi cup. This
strapless version is only for evening wear, so you won't have to worry
about your bra strap showing. It's not as comfy as a regular bra but it's
the price we pay for elegance. You'll get used to it, Robyn." Cathy
cheerfully explained, as she tugged on the bra to get it adjusted just so.
Bob was beginning to feel a bit overwhelmed by all the little fashion
lessons Cathy delivered with each new article of clothing. He also noticed
she seemed insistent on calling him 'Robyn' even though they were in
private now.
Cathy reached round from behind and circled his waist with a black lace
garter belt. The elastic material hugged his waist just at the level of his
navel with four suspender straps dangling down onto the swell of his hips.
Bob didn't offer any complaint as she snapped it closed in back, he felt
totally drained of resistance.
"Garter belts can be a real pain at times, Robyn. They're so awkward and
inconvenient. But we have to remember how sexy men think they look on a
girl." Cathy winked at him in the mirror.
"Now sit on the bed and put these on," she handed him a package of black
thigh highs. "Be careful. You need to bunch them up at the toe and slide
them up your legs slowly, kind of tugging them into place as you go. But
not too hard or you'll snag them."
Bob did as he was told, carefully sliding the nylons up his legs. His long
fingernails made the task more difficult. He was still getting used to how
he had to grip things with the pads of his fingers instead of the tips, and
he was a little disturbed to notice how it tended to make his gestures
appear more feminine, 'swishy' even. Weird how even the simplest things
were so different for a woman. Once he finished smoothing the little
wrinkles out the hosiery fit snugly, clinging tightly along the entire
length of his leg, yet at the same time it was insubstantially thin and
almost seemed to heighten the sensitivity of his legs. It was a very
sensuous feeling when he slid one leg against the other.
Cathy noticed how he slowly ran his hands up from his ankles to the tops of
his stockings when he was finished. She smiled knowingly. "They feel sexy,
don't they, Robyn? Even though they're a bother and you're lucky if you get
more than two days' wear before they run, they still make you feel sexy as
hell. And if you like the way they feel now, just wait till you try making
love with nylons on Robyn." She laughed as Bob blushed crimson at that
notion.
"Okay, stand up and hook up the garter straps," Cathy ordered. She pulled
the suspender straps through the leg openings of Bob's panties before
clamping each stocking top with the garter's little sliding tab and loop
arrangement. Bob hadn't given it a lot of thought before but he was smart
enough to realize this allowed him to remove his panties to use the
bathroom without undoing the garters.
Cathy now took Bob by his hand and led him over to his desk. "Sit down,
I'll fix your hair in a few minutes. But first I'm going to try on my party
outfit. While I'm dressing, you can do your nails."
Bob looked up at her in amazement. He thought he had been incredibly
good-natured to go along with her crazy plan up to now. To his mind he was
being done up like a whore on payday. But expecting him to put on nail
polish seemed to be going way too far. But there was Cathy standing over
him, holding out a little bottle of bright pink enamel. He took it from her
numbly and read the label: "Revlon Hushabye Rose".
"That color's perfect for you, don't you think Robyn? Now you need to be
patient to get your nails just right, it's not as easy as you might think.
You'll probably have an easier time of it if you rest your palm flat on the
desk to keep steady. First put on a coat of clear polish, that'll smooth
out any ridges in your nails. Then put on a couple coats of the pink. Be
careful or you'll make a mess. Don't try to use too much at once cause
it'll blob and won't dry right. A nice thin even coat looks best. And make
sure you let each coat dry properly before you start on the next."
Cathy had accompanied her advice with a collection of clear polish, polish
remover, cotton balls, an emery board and a nail buffer which she set out
on the desk in front of him. Then she gathered several of her packages up
in her arms and walked into the bathroom. After a bit Bob heard the shower
running.
Bob briefly thought about rebelling, but he worried that Cathy might follow
through on her threat not to help him change back. Then he figured what the
hell. Women do stuff like this all the time, and even though he might feel
like he was a man wearing drag he sure didn't look like a man. He might as
well go along with Cathy and keep her happy. She seemed determined that he
get fully into the role, at least for tonight. Well, he thought
philosophically, he was getting a unique opportunity to see how the other
half lived. So he bent over the desk and began painstakingly applying
polish to his long nails while Cathy got herself ready in the bathroom.
As he worked on his nails, he thought about everything that had happened
today. God, it was only a few hours ago that he woke up as a woman. Now
here he sat in sexy underthings painting his nails pink! Everything was so
different for a woman - more different than he'd have ever imagined. And it
seemed likely he was going to have to spend more than a little time in this
body. The more he thought about his situation, the more he realized he knew
next to nothing about women. He thought about how it felt when he touched
his new body. How he'd felt when Brad was looking at him so... hungrily.
How weird it felt to suddenly break down in tears.
By this time the shower had stopped running. "Cathy?" he called tentatively
across the hall, "I'm not sure if this makes sense but I was wondering how
you feel being a woman?"
"I dunno," she stuck her head in the door, "Normal, I guess. I've never
been anything else."
"I know. It's just that... well, I've been feeling really strange all day
long."
She laughed. "Gee, Bob, I can't imagine why? I mean isn't switching bodies
something you do every day?"
"No, no. I'm serious. It's weird as hell having an entirely different body.
But I meant other things. At first I thought it might be shock, or stress,
like my mind is having trouble dealing with this body. But it's not like
that, it's more an antsy feeling. I've felt anxious and kind of frustrated
all day long - sort of a standing in line at the DMV kind of feeling. Then
it's like I've got no control over my emotions, the least little thing sets
me off. I broke down crying twice today, and I've never done that before.
Is it like that for you? Is that something I have to learn to live with?"
"Bob... no, not Bob -- Robyn. Robyn, girlfriend, it sounds to me like
you're having your first case of PMS."
"Huh?" Bob couldn't believe this was happening to him.
"Frustrated. Weepy. Just feeling pissy in general. Classic signs. How's
your boobs? Are they tender? Do you feel anything like abdominal cramps?"
Bob considered how he felt, physically. "No... nothing like that."
"Wait a day or so. I'm betting you're pms-ing. We'll have to pick you up
something at the drug store just in case."
"Oh God! You can't be serious?!" Bob wailed.
"Chill, Robyn. It's no big deal. Sure it's an inconvenience but half the
planet has learned to live with it. You're not alone, girl."
For the first time, the reality of his situation was sinking in. The idea
that he was about to start his period seemed to hit Bob like a speeding
truck. It was like waking from a dream only to find that the dream was
real. He was a girl. He was going to have periods. He could get pregnant.
He could get raped. God, he never felt so vulnerable, so totally helpless.
"Cathy... You said you didn't know how long it could take to reconstruct
that spell, without the Grimoire. Weeks, maybe. I'm going to be like this
for weeks. I'm going to need help... learning how to live... how to live as
a woman. Will you help me? Teach me how to live in this body?"
Cathy heard the desperation in his voice. The indecision she'd felt earlier
at the mall over how to handle Bob's problems completely resolved itself in
her mind. For better or worse, Bob was female for the foreseeable future.
She would help him accept this fact and teach him to be the best woman he
possibly could.
"Robyn hon, I've already started. Why do you think I stopped calling you
'Bob'? But you need to help too. You've got to go with the flow, stop
getting all weirded out every time I ask you to try something feminine.
Just relax and leave everything up to me for a while. I think we'll have
fun too, you'll see."
"Okay Cathy. I'm Robyn for the duration. 'Bob' is gone fishing and we won't
be hearing from him till we're ready to get him back."
"That's the spirit girlfriend! Now, let me see how you're doing on your
manicure and you can tell me what you think about my outfit."
Robyn turned around to see Cathy model her new clothes. She had on a
charcoal gray sleeveless body suit. The knit fabric covered her from neck
to ankles but was so clingy it left nothing to the imagination. Every curve
of her body was faithfully traced - you could even see the slight bulge
where her pubic mound swelled gently outward from the flatness of her
abdomen. She wore a pair of suede ankle boots with four inch heels that
raised her to a truly imposing height. A black leather rope-like belt,
coiled around her three times, clasped with an ornate silver buckle, rode
low on her hips emphasizing her slim waist. Her only jewelry was a silver
and onyx bracelet on one hand and a pair of black onyx earrings carved in
the shape of corkscrews that dangled an inch and a half down from her
earlobes. The overall effect was breathtaking.
"Oh Cathy!" Robyn gasped. She'd never seen her dress so sexy before. "I
love it!"
Cathy was aglow. She checked herself out in the mirror, for the first time
in her life completely satisfied with her reflection. Not that she hated
her old body, just that she looked so perfect now. "Thanks, Robyn. I love
it too! I look pretty damn hot if I do say so myself. Watch out Greg Ewing
cause here I come."
Robyn giggled at Cathy's impression of a femme fatale. Briefly she felt a
flash of envy for this Greg person, but she firmly rejected that thought.
She wasn't a man in competition for Cathy's affection anymore, she was her
friend Robyn - her girlfriend Robyn. "You can't miss, Cathy. Take it from
someone who knows, no man alive could resist you in that outfit."
"Let's hope not." Cathy allowed herself a last look in the mirror then
turned to Robyn. "Okay, how're you coming with your nails? We still have to
get your hair done and get you into that dress."
Cathy had been right when she said polishing her nails was harder than it
looked. As they'd been talking she'd carefully done her nails - twice.
Doing her left hand hadn't been all that difficult, since she was right
handed. But when she started on her right hand Robyn botched a nail, making
a gloppy tacky mess. She used a cotton ball soaked with remover to blot up
the mess. Once the nail was clean, she saw that her whole left hand was
ruined because she'd foolishly handled the remover-soaked cotton. So she
did both hands over again, being very cautious not to repeat her mistakes.
Now she gently blew on them to dry the final coat. She felt proud at how
well she'd managed - weird considering she nearly blew a fuse when Cathy
first handed her the polish. As Bob she'd loved long sexy nails, which was
why hers were so long of course, and they looked even better with a
gleaming coat of polish. A professional manicurist could have done better,
but she'd done a respectable job. She held her hands up for Cathy to see
and wiggled her fingers.
"Perfect, Robyn. Your hands are so delicate and that shade goes well on a
blonde. Be careful not to touch them for a bit, you don't want to leave a
fingerprint and ruin the gloss. Now let's do your hair. Turn around and
hold your head up straight."
Robyn obeyed, staring at the wall while Cathy undid the kerchief and worked
at her hair with a brush. She pulled it back and did it up in a French
twist at the back of her head, using quite a few bobby pins to secure it.
Then she turned her around and used a rattail to pull several strands free
around the front of her face. These tendrils she twisted into corkscrews
that dangled from her temples. She finished everything off with a light
spritz of hairspray. When Robyn saw herself in the mirror she couldn't
believe how different she looked. Instead of long tousled bedroom hair she
had an upswept elegant coiffure, artfully disarrayed with spiral tendrils
framing her face. She felt air moving at the nape of her neck for the first
time since waking, and couldn't resist turning her head from side to side
to admire her new look, noting how it drew attention to her long swan-like
neck.
"Okay, time to put on your dress." Cathy interrupted her study of her new
hairstyle.
Cathy held out the slipdress, motioning for Robyn to extend her arms. She
slipped the straps over Robyn's arms and carefully slid the dress over her
head and let it fall down onto her body. She arranged the bodice a bit,
then turned Robyn about and zipped her up. The dress fit perfectly. It
draped from her shoulders by two tiny straps, revealing the upper curve of
her breasts. The bodice was gently fitted and smoothly flowed down to the
waist which was narrowed but didn't cling then flared at her hips to a
flippy loose skirt which fell a daring six inches above her knees, barely
covering her stocking tops. The material was soft feather-light silk in
midnight black, classically simple, totally unadorned.
Cathy handed her a shoe box. Robyn noted they were size 6 before she opened
the box. Inside was a pair of black confections with stiletto heels. They
were little more than a curved piece of leather to rest her sole on with a
collection of tiny straps intended to crisscross over her toes and a little
strap to slip over her heel. Uncertain if she could walk in them, she
slipped them on her feet. The heels were about three inches, which was
quite high for her tiny stature. She shakily took a few steps and looked
over at Cathy, grinning broadly.
"Wow, I feel like I could break an ankle," she joked.
She really did feel very unstable in the shoes. They strained her arches
and she found she needed to change the way she walked, balancing more on
the balls of her feet and taking shorter steps. But she was determined to
get used to them. A part of her was beginning to feel pride in how she
looked as a woman rather than being freaked out by the thought that she was
dressing and acting like a girl. She remembered how much she loved seeing
women in heels when she was a man. She wanted to look that good herself.
"Takes getting used to, Robyn. Be careful, don't try any complicated dance
steps, but it'll come to you as you get practice. Now for the finishing
touches."
Cathy gave Robyn a tube of 'Nearly Nude' sheer pink lipstick, a delicate
gold chain with a tiny heart, a longer gold necklace with heart pendant, a
black satin clutch purse, a pair of gold hoop earrings, and a black satin
elastic band. Robyn put the necklace on, but when she started to fasten the
smaller chain on her wrist Cathy stopped her.
"No, that's for your ankle. Dressing is all in the details, Robyn. The
elastic band is a scrunchie, normally you put it in your hair to hold a
ponytail. But tonight put it on your wrist, it gives you just the right fun
kind of look to offset the rest of your outfit - we're going to a bar,
after all, not an embassy reception. Besides, you'll have it handy in case
you have a hair emergency... or you wake up in a strange bed and don't want
to be seen in public with evening hair on the morning after." Cathy teased.
Robyn blushed, she was trying to adjust to being a girl but the thought of
having sex was still something she wanted to put off for now. She slipped
the scrunchie on her right wrist, fastened the anklet on her opposite leg.
Then she looked at the gold hoops. "They're for pierced ears."
"Your ears are pierced, Robyn. I noticed this morning, err.. afternoon,
when we were measuring each other. You must have imagined your fantasy girl
with hoops. Here, let me help."
Cathy took the earrings and tilted Robyn's face to the side. Robyn felt a
tug on her earlobe then a weight. Cathy repeated the process for her other
ear. The hoops were large, about two inches in diameter and Robyn could
feel their weight pulling at her ears and felt them brush her neck whenever
she moved her head.
Cathy then put her fingers beneath Robyn's chin and gently raised her face
upwards. She uncapped the lipstick and carefully applied it. Robyn had full
sensuous lips resembling Jeanne Triplehorn's, which they should since Bob
had been thinking of the actress when he pictured the perfect mouth. Cathy
handed her a tissue and told her to blot. She placed the tissue in her
mouth and gently pressed her lips together as she'd seen other women do.
The tissue now bore a perfect imprint of her sexy lips in light pink.
Finally Cathy produced a small perfume atomizer and sprayed Robyn's neck
and between her breasts. Then she sprayed a few squirts into the air and
motioned Robyn to step into the little cloud. Robyn felt tiny droplets
touch her skin and was enveloped in the feminine fragrance.
"You smell so sexy now," Cathy said. She tucked the perfume, lipstick, and
a small brush and comb into the clutch purse and handed it Robyn. She
studied Robyn's face a moment, critically assessing her handiwork. "We
won't bother with your eyes for tonight. You're enough of a natural beauty
not to need a lot of makeup. Sometime maybe we can make a day of it and get
makeovers from a skin and color consultant so you can learn how best to
enhance your features. I've never used much makeup myself and I'd probably
not be a lot of help. But it's fun once in a while to get really done up.
Same as dressing up, Robyn. You'll see. Jeans are much more comfortable but
you feel so good when you look special."
Robyn's stomach growled, interrupting their conversation. Cathy heard it
and smiled. "Wow. What with everything that's happened today I've been too
excited to eat."
"Me too. I haven't had a thing all day." Robyn said.
"We can stop for something on the way. I guess we're ready to go now."
Cathy handed Robyn a large black silk scarf with thin white piping tracing
an abstract pattern. "It's chilly, wear this around your shoulders. You'll
need it."
They spared a few moments for a final check in the mirror. Both of them
could barely believe that the image staring back was their own reflection.
Each was a vision of sexy womanhood that would make any man rock hard with
desire.
Finally, Robyn wrapped herself in the scarf, enjoying the slippery feel of
the silk on her bare arms. Cathy slipped into a short jacket that matched
her body suit, grabbed up her purse and ushered Robyn out the door.
*****
"I'm shivering, it's freezing out there!" Robyn said as they stood in line
at McDonald's. She had goosebumps from the chill November evening. She had
never been so sensitive to cold before. Just one more change she needed to
get used to.
"When we get to the 'Trap you'll warm up. Get out on the dance floor and
you'll work up some heat."
Robyn was silent. In a little while she'd be at the most popular singles
spot on campus. As a girl. A very sexy girl. Fair game for all the horny
guys who hung out in places like that, looking for one thing. She was
feeling a mixture of excitement, anticipation, and fear. Even here in the
restaurant she sensed guys looking at her. She and Cathy had created a mini
sensation when they arrived. They were far sexier than the average customer
and nearly every eye in the place was focused on them. She was unaccustomed
to feeling so exposed, overly self-conscious, and not sure she liked all
the attention she was getting.
When they reached the front of the line to place their orders Robyn was
starving. Through long habit she started to ask for three quarterpounders,
but Cathy interrupted and ordered them each one sandwich and a coke. Once
seated in a booth Robyn found she felt bloated before she even finished all
her food. She put her half-eaten burger down.
"I guess my appetite's shrunk to match my body" she said.
"Better keep reminding yourself that lots of things have changed, Robyn.
You don't want to slip up and try to use the Men's room by mistake - you
might give some guy a thrill. Anyway, if you're ready let's go. It's time
to break some hearts!"
Still feeling some lingering misgivings, Robyn slowly stood and followed
Cathy out the door, teetering slightly in her high heels.
