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Whores And Pimps - Part I
Whores and Pimps - Part I
Malcolm was a middle manager in a small business in a large city. Â Malcolm led a pretty boring life; he in his forties, single, devoted to his work, he liked to keep himself fit, all of his family lived interstate except for his older sister who lived nearby, and he led a quiet social life.
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Once or twice a week Malcolm liked to lock all the doors of his modest two-bedroom suburban home, close all of the blinds, take the phone off the hook, and dress like a woman. Â It had started as nothing really serious; as a child he had liked to play with his older sisterâ€™s panties and nylons; he loved the feel of the garments against his skin and occasionally he would wear his sisterâ€™s underwear for an hour or two and then carefully place it back in the laundry basket. Â His fetish continued into his teens and when he finally left home and got a place of his own be bought his own panties, stockings and pantyhose and would spend the odd evening dressed in the silky articles.
Malcolm enjoyed his fetish alone and never talked about it to anyone, not even to whoever his current girlfriend might be at the time.
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Like most men Malcolm went searching for pornography on the net and concentrated on searching for sites which contained lingerie and hosiery fetish. Â Then one day he typed â€œmen in pantyhoseâ€ into his web-browser and as he explored the matches to his search he came across a few sites dedicated to crossdressing. Â He followed the links further and further into the cyber-world of crossdressing and he was fascinated by it. Â He saw so many pictures of guys dressed not only in lingerie but fully dressed as women; wearing womenâ€™s clothes, shoes, wigs and makeup. Â He became hooked.
Eventually he summoned up enough courage to acquire some clothes, makeup, shoes and a couple of wigs. Â He would buy the items whilst he was away on business; never in his home town; he was terrified of being caught. Â And so Malcolm went on year after year, dressing up once or twice a week, home alone and surfing the net where he entered chatrooms to chat on line with other closet crossdressers about all sorts of TG issues. Â He soon discovered that the world of the Transgendered was often confusing and mostly secretive. Â A few of the girls he chatted with on line were Transsexuals and wanted to live their lives as women. Â Some Crossdressers dressed so well that they could pass as women but were not at all interested in becoming women; they just loved to dress as women and sometimes they got together. Â They called themselves Transvestites and some of them met up to share their experiences or just to be in each otherâ€™s company; some of them belonged to an organisation called the Seahorse Club. Â Other Transvestites met up to have sex with each other or with men. He discovered that the men who liked to have sex with Transvestites were called Admirers and they trolled the chatrooms and websites looking to arrange meetings. Â But most of his online friends were like him; for reasons many and varied, all they wanted to do, or most often all they could do, was to dress up at home and enjoy what they could of their fetish, alone or in the cold world of cyberspace. Â A lot of them were married men who kept their crossdressing activities secret or â€˜in the closetâ€™ as the colloquial term was known. Â
Yes it was a very exciting but confusing world out there in TG land and up until now Malcolm was content with his lot; he never dreamed of going out dressed as a woman and even though he sometimes fantasised about meeting other Crossdressers or Admirers he was too scared to do so. Â Malcolm was just too terrified of being caught; he was horrified of what the consequences might be if his colleagues and friends; or even worse his if his family found out about his secret. Â A couple of times he had summoned up the courage to wear pantyhose and panties to work under his male attire and even though it had thrilled him he had one bad incident which had scared him from ever doing that ever again.
Malcolm got on with everybody, especially everyone at work; he was friendly, cheerful, a good listener and worked hard. Â But there was one person there who just didnâ€™t like him. Â The guyâ€™s name was Eddie and he was the office jerk. Â If there was an office prank or someone was the butt of a practical joke, then you could pretty much guarantee that Eddie was behind it. Â He was annoying, but harmless enough and very productive; the bosses liked Eddie and turned a blind eye to his misgivings because he earned well for the company. Â In fact the only other manager whose department earned more than Eddieâ€™s was Malcolmâ€™s; maybe thatâ€™s why Eddie was particularly vindictive to Malcolm with his petty practical jokes. Â Malcolm mostly ignored Eddieâ€™s jokes and snide comments but one day he let his guard down and paid a hefty price.
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One day Malcolm had gone to work one day wearing black sheer to the waist pantyhose and pink nylon panties under his business suit and was enjoying the thrill of being dressed that way secretly in public. Â On the rare occasions he went to work wearing pantyhose and panties he was very careful to make sure that his secret was safe; if he had to go to the toilet he would use the cubicles that had full length doors and when seated at his desk he checked every few minutes to ensure that his shirt remained tucked in, in the unlikely event that the waistband of his pantyhose or panties might show. Â This day he had to go pee and went to the menâ€™s room and locked himself in the end stall, contented that he could lower his trousers and do his business without being caught dressed in panties and hose. Â He hung his suit coat on the hook on the back of the cubicle door, lowered his pants and sat on the toilet seat with his panties and pantyhose bunched around his ankles. Â What he didnâ€™t know was that Eddie had followed Malcolm into the toilet to play a prank on him. Â Malcolm never found out what the prank was; all he ever knew was that it somehow involved Eddie standing on the toilet in the stall next to his and looking over into Malcolmâ€™s stall; maybe Eddie was going to throw a glass of water over Â him or something equally inane. Â
What did happen was that Malcolm heard snickering and looked up to see Eddies grinning face peering over the adjacent stall. Malcolm was horrified and just looked up slack jawed. Eddie just said,
Â â€œNice underwear sweet-cheeks,â€ and his face disappeared from view.
Malcolm spent the rest of the day, then the week, and then month in agony waiting for Eddie to torment him and ridicule him in front of his colleagues; he thought up ridiculous excuses as to why he might be dressed that way but the best he could come up with was that it was a bet; but with who?Â As it turned out Eddie never said anything to anyone else; he just occasionally sidled up to Malcolm and whispered,
â€œAre you wearing them today?â€ winked and walked away.
Eventually Malcolm decided that Eddie was too scared to bring up what had happened because he would have to explain his own actions; spying on a man doing his business in a toilet stall. Â Malcolm figured Eddie was content to just torment him occasionally with the question as to wether he was wearing female underwear to work. Â Malcolm never wore female underwear to work after that; he remained content to just play dress-up at home. Â Until one dayâ€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦
Every year on the anniversary of firmâ€™s founding, the bosses paid out for a big party; it had become a tradition. Â The party was fancy dress and it was held on the evening of the last working day before the Christmas break. Â Over the years it had become customary for the party to have a theme; and the theme had a twist. The twist was that whatever the theme was, the women dressed in the male or dominant role and the men dressed in the feminine or submissive role. Â One year it was â€˜cops and robbersâ€™; where the women came along dressed as policemen or prison warders and the men arrived dressed as criminals or prisoners (lots of horizontal striped shirts and black masks that year; like the Beagle Boys in the Scrooge McDuck comics).
One year had been â€˜toffs and paupersâ€™; lots of the women dressed in top hats and tails and the men dressed in the rags similar to the scallywags in Oliver Twist. Â There had been â€˜cowboys and Indiansâ€™ (girl cowboys, boy Indians); â€˜heroes and villainsâ€™ (girl heroes, boy villains); and last year, the best yet, had been â€˜knights and damselsâ€™ with the girls dressed as knights, valets and lords of the realm, and the men dressed as medieval princesses and ladies of the court. Â Everyone had a big laugh at that one, especially the men who had really got into the spirit of the thing with lots of them dressed up in drag in crinolines and ball gowns. Â It was a big laugh for everyone. Â Malcolm was tempted to dress up in his favourite lingerie, a ball gown, wig and makeup; but in the end had chickened out and came dressed as a court jester.
This year it was Malcolmâ€™s turn to choose the theme because he had been voted the worst dressed at last yearâ€™s party. Â The judging panel had decided that his court jesterâ€™s outfit was a copout on the theme and, as per tradition, the person voted worst dressed had to choose the theme for the following year. Â It was considered a task not to be taken lightly; the more outrageous the theme the more acclaim it received; and the person who chose an interesting and outrageous theme became the most popular man in the company; for at least a few months anyway.
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Of course Malcolm had his own secret agenda; for years now he had wanted to go out in public dressed as a woman. Â Not like last year, dressed in a costume, but dressed in real womenâ€™s clothing, fully made up and feminised. Â This was his big chance, and of course the more effort he made to be feminine the more he could justify it; after all, as the partyâ€™s organiser it was expected that he would endeavour to dress up as realistic as possible in keeping with the spirit of the theme. Â The only concern he had was when he received an email from an anonymous address that simply said; â€˜I might have guessedâ€™, Malcolm was sure that Eddie had sent him the email but after a few days he pretty much forgotten about it.
Malcolm agonised for weeks as to how he could get away with dressing up as realistically as possible and to have a valid excuse as to why he looked so good dressed as a woman. Â Last year the men who had dressed as â€˜damselsâ€™ had looked pretty ordinary; sure they had hired great costumes, crinoline ball gowns, tiaras, ladies slippers and so forth; but most of them had five oâ€™clock shadow and their makeup was garish and clown-like, their wigs cheap and knotted poor facsimiles. Â Â Then he had a brainwave; he would get his sister to dress him and make him up!Â He could answer any questions as to why he looked so good dressed as a woman truthfully; â€œMy sister dressed me and made me up,â€ and if anyone asked her, she would verify his claim. Â She would be his unwilling alibi.
Malcolm hit the chat rooms in the days leading up to the big party and all his online friends encouraged him and offered advice; everything from â€œDonâ€™t do it!â€ to â€œGo for it honey; stay out all night and pick up a nice man!â€Â Malcolm was a little perturbed about that last remark because sometimes, when he home alone dressed as a woman, he fantasised about what it would be like to be with a man whilst he was feminised.
Malcolm finally made up his mind as to how he wanted to look for the party; and then he had a dilemma that he hadnâ€™t thought of before; one of his online girlfriends had asked him what fem name he was going to use. Â When he was online he just used the handle â€˜loves-to-dressâ€™ and because he had only ever dressed alone he and had never talked to anyone in the real world about his transvestism, there hadÂ never been a reason to have a fem name. Â It would be easy to think up some trashy name to use at the party; everyone wore nametags at the party and they were usually the same absurd double entendres you heard on bad British comedies. Â Names such as: â€˜Sir Shagsalot,â€™ â€˜Baron Ivor Bigunâ€™ and â€˜Princess Swallowsâ€™ had been some of the more ridiculous names used by partygoers last year. Â He wanted a name that he could use at the party and that he could keep forever as his own secret name for when he crossdressed. Â He thought about it for a few days and finally decided on a name.
He wanted a first name close to his male first name, but not so close that it was obvious; and his crossdressing had originally started out as a fetish for panties and hosiery; so the name came to him in an inspiration. Â He played with the name Melanie for a while but decided that it was too close to his real male name. Â He settled on Michele; Michele with one L, because it was a little bit different. Â Malcolm decided his fem name would be Michele Nylons.
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By the time the day of the party arrived Malcolm had made all of the many arrangements required of him as the organiser. The venue was the small function room of one of the cheaper city hotels, the catering, drinks and entertainment were part of the venueâ€™s package; the firm paid for the party but they didnâ€™t lend themselves to extravagance; after all the party was just really an excuse to dress up stupidly, get drunk and let off steam. Â Also the firmâ€™s thirty or so employees preferred the venue to be at one of the cheaper hotels because, as most of them and their partners got drunk at the party, they usually rented hotel rooms at the venue.
The previous weekend Malcolm had called his sister on Friday evening and explained to her about the party and his need to dress up as a whore for the theme; he then went on to clarify why he needed to look as realistic as possible because he was the host and organiser it was expected oh him, and begged her for her help. Â He went on to say that he had some ideas as to how he wanted to look and that he had even got hold of some pictures off the internet to help him decide how he should look. Â As he had no idea how to dress like a woman she would have to help him. Â She eagerly agreed and was pleased that the normally quiet, reserved Malcolm was coming out of his shell for this event.
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When Saturday arrived Malcolm met his sister Angie in the city outside of a large department store. Â He had already figured out that he needed to behave naive when it came to world of womenâ€™s clothing and makeup; but he was determined to ensure he got exactly the look he wanted; he would have to be cunning thatâ€™s all.
â€œHi Angie,â€ he said, and kissed her cheek when she arrived outside of Myer; one of the better stores in town.
â€œHi Malcolm,â€ she responded.
â€œLetâ€™s get you feminised then, you hussy,â€ she laughed, and Malcolm blushed; â€˜If only she knew the truth,â€™ he thought.
â€œCome on; lingerie first,â€ she said enthusiastically and took his hand and led him into the store.
They made their way to the lingerie section of the store and started looking around.
â€œWhen you say you have to look as realistic as possible does that mean underwear too?â€ she asked.
â€œWe can get away with some cheap foundation garments if you like; we can squeeze you into a cheap bra and you can just wear your own underwear under womenâ€™s clothing if you like?â€ she added.
Malcolm was horrified at the prospect.
â€œNo; definitely not!â€ he enthused, â€œIf we are going to make me look like a hooker, then lets go all the way; I want to win best dressed and who knows how good some of the other guys will look; it can be quite competitive you know and it might come down to who is wearing the best knickers!â€ he laughed, hoping he hadnâ€™t gone to far and given his real motive away.
â€œAlright then; lets turn you into a complete slut,â€ Angie giggled, â€œThis is going to be fun!â€
â€œMy boring, unadventurous, brother is really getting into the swing of things. Â Itâ€™s about time!â€ she added.
Angie led Malcolm to the brassiere section of the lingerie department and he pleaded ignorance as she expounded the various virtues of the different types of brassieres. Â They eventually settled on red satin full cup, size 14C.
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â€œRed is definitely a whoreâ€™s colour,â€ she chuckled â€œand your panties should match; they usually have a matching panty for the better quality brassiere you know?â€
â€œDo they really?â€ Malcolm responded feigning ignorance of such things.
â€œHere they are!â€ she quipped, delighted at having found the matching item on the rack of panties below the bras.
â€œNow I reckon any whore would love these,â€ she laughed, â€œhere; what do you think?â€ she asked holding a pair of red satin bikini panties up for him to see.
â€œHow the fuck would I know Angie? And do you have to hold the fucking things up for everyone to see theyâ€™re for me?â€ he pretended to be angry.
â€œOh donâ€™t be silly Malcolm; if anyone asks we just tell them the truth. Â Besides you will have to try on some of the clothes anyway, at the moment Iâ€™m just guessing your sizes,â€ she responded.
â€œYou mean women have different sizes to men?â€ he quizzed. Â Malcolm knew exactly what size he was in womenâ€™s clothes and shoes but he couldnâ€™t let on.
â€œOf course; at the moment Iâ€™m guessing your about a 14; a larger size for a woman even though you take a medium size in menâ€™s clothing. â€
â€œOk,â€ Malcolm tried to sound befuddled but she had nailed his size in one guess.
â€œNow if you want to look like a real whore then we had better get you some stockings; we can get stay-ups or we can get the type that require garters or a suspender belt; what do you think?â€
â€œDefinitely suspender belt!â€Â Malcolm responded a little to eagerly.
Angie looked quizzically at her brother and he reddened.
â€œAngie; Iâ€™m a man so I have seen plenty of pictures of scantily clad women in my time and the sexy ones always wear suspenders and stockings,â€ he responded.
â€œSuspenders and stockings it is then,â€ she laughed.
â€œOh I just love this one; and it matches the panties and bra,â€ she said, reaching for, and then holding up a red lace garter belt with six long red suspender straps hanging from it.
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They wondered over to the hosiery section and began to browse. Â Angie rummaged around and eventually held out a package to Malcolm. Â â€˜Sheer Fully-Fashioned Seamed Stockings by Kaiserâ€ the label said. Â A little clear window in the package displayed that the stocking were black.
â€œPerfect,â€ Angie said. â€œWhores always wear black stockings. â€
â€œMmmm,â€ she mused, â€œShow me your legs. â€
â€œWhat?â€ Malcolm responded caught unaware by the request.
â€œShow me your legs stupid,â€ she repeated and reached down and pulled up one leg of Malcolmâ€™s pants up to his knee.
â€œJust as I thought; hairy! That will never do!Â Even though these stockings are black your hairy legs will show through; weâ€™ll have to get you some pantyhose to wear under them,â€ she went on; dismissing Malcolm and rummaging again amongst the many packages of hosiery on the shelves.
â€œJust the thing!â€ She sounded delighted and flung another package at Malcolm.
This time the label said â€˜Kolotex Sheer To The Waist High Sheen Pantyhose. â€™ â€˜Colour â€“ Taupeâ€™.
â€œJeeze, I didnâ€™t realise it was so hard being a woman?â€ Malcolm laughed; again pretending ignorance but secretly pleased at all of the selections Angie had made so far.
â€œOk buster; now comes the hard part; skirt and blouse. â€ Angie went on and led Malcolm further into the store.
â€œDidnâ€™t you say you had some pictures?â€ Angie asked.
â€œWell I got these off the net,â€ Malcolm said. â€œApparently the women in the photos are really men; Transvestites I think they are called. Â They look realistic to me though. â€
â€œWell I never did know anything about this until I had to organise this fucking theme party!â€ Malcolm pretended to be angry again.
â€œI just entered a few keywords into my browser and these are some of the pictures that it came up with. Â And Iâ€™ll tell you what; some of the other pictures were actually pornographic. Â Do you know there are some sickos out there that actually LIKE dressing as women?â€ he went on.
â€œMalcolm you have led a sheltered life havenâ€™t you,â€ Angie answered but she was now too busy looking at skirts to carry the conversation on any further.
Angie looked at the pictures and looked at some skirts on a rack. Â She poked around for a while selecting items and then putting them back. Finally,
â€œYes; this is it!â€ she squealed.
Angie held out a black leather miniskirt looking extremely pleased with herself.
â€œItâ€™s just like this one the girl; well man; well whatever; is wearing in this picture,â€ she said; pointing to a picture of Janet Petteflet which Malcolm had downloaded from KTMGirls. Â
â€œNow for the awkward bit; you will have to try it on. â€
Malcolm paled; he hadnâ€™t though of that. Â He knew that he was usually a size 14 in a skirt but also knew that sizes varied; he had a couple of 12s and even a 16 at home.
â€œItâ€™s no good frowning and looking sorry for yourself. Â If you are going to spend all this money to dress up for one stupid party we at least better make sure the clothes are going to fit you. â€ Angie scolded.
As it turned out it wasnâ€™t that difficult. Â Angie being Angie just went up to the floor supervisor and told her the truth; that Malcolm had to dress up in drag for a party. Â The supervisor, an attractive woman in her fifties, was only too delighted to help. Â She led them to a single fitting room that had a full length door that was separate to the rest of the female fitting rooms.
â€œWe keep this room for special clients and the handicapped; Itâ€™s separate to the rest of the fitting rooms and very discreet. Â Just find me when you have made your selections and Iâ€™ll see to you personally,â€ the floor supervisor smiled.
â€œRight; now a blouse!â€ Angie went on and charged on through the womenâ€™s clothing department to where there were what looked like thousands of blouses.
Malcolm was so glad that he had though of using his sister as a ruse; she seemed so enthusiastic and was actually having fun selecting clothes for him. Â This was going a lot easier than he thought it would; he didnâ€™t have to explain what he wanted at all; Angie was taking the lead and selecting just what he would have chosen to wear himself.
â€œFinally!â€ Angie exclaimed holding up her prize after what seemed like eternity as she waded through a sea of blouses and tops.
It was a sheer nylon leopard-skin patterned, longsleeved blouse and it was perfect to go with the black leather miniskirt.
â€œRight lets get you sorted brother of mine; go and wait by the fitting room. â€ Angie dictated and stormed off back towards the skirts.
A few minutes later Angie returned with the floor supervisor; her arms loaded with clothing.
â€œIâ€™ve got the skirt and blouse in size fourteen and sixteen,â€ she said â€œTry them on in there and make sure they fit properly; can you do that?â€
â€œI know,â€ she went on, â€œtake this in with you and try to make sure you look as good as the girl in the photo,â€ she said, handing him the picture of Janet Petteflet.
Malcolm went into the booth knowing that the size 14 skirt would be perfect; and it was. Â The size 14 blouse was too short in the sleeves and tight in the shoulders; the size 16 would have to do even though he would have preferred it to be tighter around the waist. Â Malcolm came out of the fitting room and handed his selections to Angie and the others to the floor supervisor. Â Angie wasted no time and dragged him over towards the footwear department.
â€œThe fucking blouses button up the wrong way,â€ Malcolm whined; again pretending ignorance in the matter of female attire.
â€œNo they donâ€™t; menâ€™s shirts button up the wrong fucking way, you lummox,â€ she quipped, and continued to drag him along by his sleeve.
When they got to the ladies footwear section it was blessedly easy. Â Angie went straight to a pair of black, patent leather, high heeled sandals. Malcolm made a stupid gaffe as Angie looked at a size chart,
â€œSize ten,â€ Malcolm said, not thinking of the consequences.
Angie spun around and looked him quizzically. Â Malcolm blushed a deep red and stammered,
â€œI read somewhere that womenâ€™s sizes are two sizes smaller than menâ€™s. Â You know itâ€™s one of those bits of useless information you pick up,â€ he offered as an explanation.
Angie continued to stare at him questioningly for a minute and then turned back to the rack of shoes and selected a pair of size tens.
â€œHere; try these,â€ she said handing him the high heels.
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â€œThereâ€™s no one around, just try them on ok,â€ she warned before Malcolm could offer a protest.
Malcolm sat on a stool and removed his loafers and socks and tried them on; a perfect fit.
â€œLovely! Iâ€™ll show you how to walk in them tomorrow Malcolm; you will find it difficult but no self respecting whore would wear anything except high heels,â€ she laughed, regaining her previous joviality.
â€œAccessories and makeup next!â€ Angie charged ahead again.
â€œAccessories? Makeup?â€ Malcolm quizzed.
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â€œOh just go to the in store coffee shop Malcolm and Iâ€™ll meet you there later,â€ she tried to feign anger but laughed.
Malcolm did as he was told and Angie joined him about twenty minutes later. Â Sipping on a latte she showed him what she had acquired in his absence. Â There was a slim gold belt with a silver buckle, a gold clutch purse, a selection of makeup (to which he showed absolute ignorance for sake of appearances), and what seemed to be far too much jewellery for one nightâ€™s dress-up. Â They finished their coffee and took their selections to the checkout where thankfully Angie presented the purchases to the cashier and all Malcolm had to do was hand over the cash.
Angie again led the way and this time they stopped in hairdressing salon. Â Angie explained that it was her favourite salon. And the best hairdresser in town worked there.
â€œI could take you to a fancy-dress store and rent something tacky or we could go to a novelty shop and get one of those awful novelty wigs but you did say you wanted to look as feminine as possible so Iâ€™m afraid you will have to fork out for something good. Â On the bright side; if the wig looks good on me too I might buy it off you after the party,â€ she said.
Angie took charge of the situation and entered into a deep discussion with one of the hairdressers whilst Malcolm stood there with his hands full of shopping bags trying not to look embarrassed. Â Eventually he was led into a small room at the back of the hairdressers where he was seated and introduced to Stephan, Angieâ€™s hairdresser. Â Angie and Stephen then seemed to have the time of their lives trying different wigs on Malcolm. Â They finally both agreed on one, and Stephan held up a mirror so that Malcolm could see. Â It was brunette with some lighter highlights; the hair was straight but curved slightly at the neck and fell to just on his shoulders; the fringe just covered his eyebrows. Â It was lovely but of course Malcolm just said,
â€œWell if you think its ok weâ€™ll take itâ€ and paid up. Â He made a fuss about the price, secretly pleased that the wig was perfect for the shape of his face.
Outside the hairdressers they parted ways; Malcolm was disappointed when Angie took all the purchases from him,
â€œItâ€™s not as if you need them until next Friday is it? And as you are coming around my place to for me to dress you properly and make you up I might as well take them home,â€ she said cheerfully, kissing him on the cheek and walking off towards where her car was parked.
â€œThanks for all the help,â€ Malcolm responded and walked away excited. He could hardly wait for next Friday.
All week the office was abuzz with talk of the party; many of the staff discussed how they were going to dress. Â Some were just going to squeeze into their wives clothes; some had gone to costume-hire specialists. Â The girls were having a great time rummaging out old flared purple pants, platform shoes and other outrageous seventies pimp apparel. Malcolm kept quiet despite the friendly ribbing that he copped from some of the staff; they joked that boring old Malcolm wouldnâ€™t know a whore from a boar or that he would probably come looking more like a washer woman than a prostitute after last yearâ€™s feeble effort. Â The only quip that disturbed him was an aside from Eddie,
â€œSheâ€™ll look gorgeous Iâ€™ll bet. â€
Malcolm didnâ€™t know if Eddie was joking or being sarcastic but he didnâ€™t care; he was too excited and looking forward to the party for reasons that none of his colleagues could imagine; Michele was making her debut!
Friday afternoon finally came and Malcolm drove around to his sisterâ€™s place in eager anticipation. Â The firm had finished work early and he had a few drinks after work with some of the staff and they had said cheery farewells until later that evening. Â He arrived at Angieâ€™s place as instructed at five oâ€™clock having showered and shaved as close as possible ensuring his face was smooth and without a trace of stubble. He had a gin and tonic to steady his nerves before leaving home and Angie greeted him at the door with another.
â€œTo help you relax dear brother,â€ she laughed and led him through the house into her bedroom.
Angie had unwrapped all of last weekâ€™s purchases and they were laid out on her bed; Malcolm get excited just looking at them and gulped down his drink. Angie went to fix him another.
â€œIâ€™ve been thinking Malcolm; how serious are you about looking as feminine as possible?â€ she called from the lounge.
â€œI really want to win the prize Angie; I want to really make up for last year,â€ he shouted back.
Angie returned with a drink for both of them.
â€œWell there is only one thing for it then,â€ she said and reached into a draw in her dresser and held out a pink plastic object that looked like some sort of alien ray gun.
â€œItâ€™s my Lady Shaver,â€ she responded to his quizzical look, â€œwere shaving your legs ok?â€
Malcolm was now a little drunk and laughed out loud,
â€œWell if thatâ€™s what it takes Angie; letâ€™s do it!â€
After a brief argument in which Angie explained that she had seen her younger brother naked when she bathed him as a child. Â She also went on to explain that in her eyes seeing a man in his briefs was no different to seeing a man in his swimming costume so Malcolm stripped down to his briefs and sat on the chair in front of the dressing table. Â Angie ran the shaver up and down his legs until they were hairless; this was achieved with much howling and complaining from Malcolm who was reminded by Angie that women had to suffer far worse to look good for men; as he was about to find out. Â She shaved the hair off his feet and toes and examined her handy work.
â€œYouâ€™ll still have to wear the pantyhose Iâ€™m afraid; your legs are lily white and some of those varicose veins look like roadmaps. Itâ€™s a trick I used when I was younger when I couldnâ€™t be bothered shaving my legs before a date; just wear two pairs of nylons,â€ Angie explained.
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â€œYouâ€™re the boss,â€ Malcolm chuckled and took another sip of his drink.
â€œOk; sit still, keep quiet and just do as I say and weâ€™ll have you looking like a girl in no time,â€ Angie laughed and moved in front of him and went to work.
She had quite an assortment of cosmetics laid out on the dressing table along with various sized brushes, sponges and applicators. Â Malcolm forced himself to relax and let Angie go to work. Â He had made himself up hundreds of times before but now he was going to be made up by an expert so he payed attention to every detail so that he could pick up any pointers.
First Angie patiently painted his finger and toenails; two coats of glossy plumb red. Â She told him not to smudge the nail polish before it hardened and went on to explain how women often tried to match their nail polish with their lipstick.
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Angie applied a thick coat of foundation to his face and neck and then set it with a liberal dusting of matching face powder. Â She then went to work on his eyes. Â Next she brushed dark blue eyeshadow onto Malcolmâ€™s eyelids working from the inner corner of each eye to the centre above her pupils. She worked the powder upwards right up to his eyebrows and then she applied a coat of lighter blue out to the far corners of his eyes, lightening the makeup as she worked it up to his brows and blending the two shades where they merged.
â€œIâ€™m no expert at hooker makeup,â€ she said, â€œbut Iâ€™ve seen enough movies to know that usually go for these garish colours.
â€œWhatever,â€ Malcolm said pretending to feign interest whilst paying close attention.
Angie tut-tutted a little and reached for some pink eyeshadow and applied it liberally around the edges of the two coats of blue that she had already applied; blending the eyeshadow with a small brush and making final adjustments with her fingertip. Â Malcolm loved the effect and filed the snippet away for future use.
â€œOk brother; keep very still now and just close your eyes half-closed for me; here comes the hard bit; the eyeliner. â€ She said, concentrating on her task.
Angie applied jet black eyeliner to his upper and lower eyelids as close to his lash-line as possible. She started in the very corner of her each eye and worked outwards applying three coats and touching up where necessary so that his eyes were framed by the black makeup.