Feminine Touches - Part 3

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The next morning, Chad awoke and stepped into the shower to wash off the residual stickiness from the night before.

The momentary clarity of self-disgust and despair that had washed over him the night before had receded and been overtaken again by his desire to be feminine.

He knew that it would not be long before he would find out if he had been wrong for so many years.  There was a chance that he was passable as a woman.  It was something he had never been willing to believe before.

Katrin's experiment, however, was on the verge of proving it definitively to him.  He was sure that it was not her goal, but it was the only thing that was driving him to keep his word to her.

Chad took his time in the shower, ensuring that every strand of hair was removed from his body from his neck down with his pink razor.  The color reminded him of what every patron had thought of him the day before, even as his enlarged manhood was making clear what a lie he had lived.  Once Chad finished in the shower, he ate breakfast and waited for Katrin to come over.  As the time grew closer to noon, Chad grew more restless.  He tidied up around his home wearing nothing but the long-sleeved shirt he had worn to work the day before.  As the minute approached, Chad slipped on a pair of men's jeans and a t-shirt.  He tossed the long-sleeved shirt in the hamper and waited for Katrin to knock upon his door.

As the minutes after 12:00 clicked by on the clock, Chad's hands fumbled with one another.  He wanted to call her and see why she was late, but he did not want to seem overly desperate to let her complete his transition to an apparent woman for her study.  At 12:17, Chad heard a knock on the door.  He jumped to his feet and hurried toward the door.

He pulled it open and was relieved to see Katrin standing with a shopping bag in one hand.  Chad let her in and they chatted as they walked into the living room. Chad tried to control his breathing while Katrin produced his outfit for the day, item by item.  Katrin pulled out a flat box and lifted the cover.

Chad's eyes widened as he looked at the emerald green, knit fit and flare, sweater dress.  Chad breathed hard before he said, "Isn't it a bit effeminate?"

"You know, when I was shopping in the lady's department for this step, I didn't really see any dress, skirt or cute tops that screamed, 'Boy', maybe 'Oh, boy', but definitely not rugged masculinity."

Chad blushed, understanding her point before Katrin added, "Besides this is the perfect dress for this type of weather.  It's warm, but not too warm."

Chad nodded in reply as Katrin reached back into the bag.  Chad tensed up as he wondered what she would produce next.  The next item made him cringe.  Katrin held the pink gaff in front of her and announced, "This little number is not just a thong.  It's to keep your manhood discretely packed away where it belongs."

"Oh, you say that to all the boys," Chad joked.  'Not many would be willing to wear this', Katrin thought before she replied, "In view of the Me-Too era, I would say, in your defense, that most men probably would be better off with their dicks tucked between their legs."

"Oh, so, I might be setting a trend here," Chad kidded.  "I hope not," Katrin responded with an honest rejoinder before adding, "Not every guy is cut out for this."

"I know I'm not."

"With those legs, babe, please!"  "Are you jealous?" Chad joked.  "Yes.  Yes, I am," Katrin answered before she explained how the gaff worked.  Chad nodded his head, pretending to be shocked by how the garment was worn.

It was an act that was unbelievable to Katrin.  'Let's hope you do a better job keeping up your girlish mannerisms than acting like a man', Katrin thought as she reached into the bag again.

Chad watched as she removed a pair of mustard yellow, knit tights. Chad's eyes were drawn to the vibrant knitted patterns.  "

Aren't those a little loud?" Chad asked, both aroused by the thought of wearing the tights and horrified by the attention they would encourage.

"Princess, we're going for eye-catching here.  We want to be as far from inconspicuous as possible to make sure that you can really pass."

"I guess that makes sense, but please don't call me princess."

"You got it, queenie."

"That's not better!

In fact, it's probably worse."

"Semantics," Katrin replied before advising Chad how to put the tights on and cautioning him about how delicate the material was.

"Maybe you should have brought me pants instead," Chad replied as he tried to act concerned about the number of steps for putting on the tights that Katrin had listed.  "Just consider yourself lucky I brought you those tights period. You're going to want that warmth today."

"I'm not arguing that point," Chad admitted as he thought about the spring weather outside his apartment.  "Don't argue period.  This is all in the name of science."

"Well, if it's in the name of science, who can argue."

Chad's voice trailed off as he saw the pair of shoes emerging from the shoe box in the bag.  Chad shook his head as he stared at the five-inch heels of the leopard print, platform pumps.  "I can't walk in those! Look at how high they are!"

Chad bellowed.  Katrin smirked as she replied, "It's remarkably easy," as she thought, 'Particularly when you've had practice.'  "Maybe for you.  The highest I've ever worn is....one inch.  The shoes you bought me.  I think some of my wingtips have a one-inch heel too," Chad responded with a half-truth.

"Oh, those are not like these.  These shoes don't bend.  Your foot takes the shape of the shoe, and you just go with it," Katrin explained.  "I don't think I can pull it off."

"Well, do you have a pair that you would be more comfortable in?"

Chad went to reply, but he caught himself before he mentioned the pair of leopard print, ballet flats in his closet.  He knew that he could never let her know that his feminine wardrobe went far beyond the clothing that she had provided him with.  Katrin read Chad's silence before she added, "That's what I thought. Now, just get ready to take a walk on the wild side.

This is not going to be like anything you've ever done before."

"I would think not," Chad responded with truth.  "And you'll be carrying this," Katrin added as she removed a purse from the bag.  Chad's eyes examined the emerald green leatherette that was adorned with a prominent black and green floral button for a closure and a matching green, leather top handle.

"You expect me to carry that?" Chad asked, "No.  There's an adjustable shoulder strap," Katrin rejoined with a smirk while she unzipped the bag to retrieve the strap.

"I meant sporting a bag!"

"Today, you're a girl!  Don't you remember?  And, besides, that dress doesn't have any pockets, so, unless you want to carry your wallet in your waistband or bra, I'd say you don't have a choice."

"Well, when you put it that delicately."

"I'm not trying to be delicate.  I'm trying to be direct.  But be careful with your tights, they're delicate."

"I know...you told me that twice already!"  "It's always good to give another reminder about the important things."

Chad nodded before he peered into the bag and saw more items.  Chad raised his manicured eyebrows as he asked, "Is there more for me in that bag?"  Katrin shook her head at him as she said with a smirk, "What a foolish question!  You know a girl's got to accessorize herself.  Legwear, handbag and shoes are a nice start, but you need the finishing pieces that really make a girl sparkle."

"Like what?"  "Like this," Katrin answered as she showed Chad a golden beaded stretch bracelet.  Chad nodded while he said, "All that glitters is gold."

"Well, that's not how that saying goes, and this isn't real gold, but it draws enough attention."  "I'm sure it will make me dazzling," Chad joked.

"You'd be surprised," Katrin countered.  "We'll see."

Katrin nodded before she removed another box and showed Chad the double strand of fake ivory pearls on faux silver hardware.  "Are we going for Lisa Simpson, here?"  "No, we're going for timeless elegance.  I want people to think I'm out with a sophisticated friend, not a total slut!"  "Well, I can't help if that comes through the dress."

Katrin laughed as she put the necklace down above the dress and asked, "So what do you think of your outfit?"  Chad's mouth was dry while he looked over the outfit that she had laid out on his couch as he said, "That dress is really cute, but isn't it a tad..."

"It's a unique piece.  I don't think you want to be like all the other girls."

"Well, I...don't want to be like any girl," Chad started to reply before catching himself and changing gears to provide a more defensible answer.  "Good, I figured that you wanted to be as unique a girl, as you are a guy."

"Unique is a kind word for it," Chad joked.  Katrin laughed at his remark before she told him to get dressed before giving him renewed instructions on how to put on the gaff and tights.  Chad nodded as he carried the dress, tights, and gaff into his bedroom in quick, short steps.  Katrin could not help but smile and laugh to herself about her boss's over-eagerness to get dressed in the feminine outfit she had selected just for him.

Chad closed the door behind him and let out a contented sigh as he closed his eyes and visualized how he would look once he was fully dressed.  He could not wait for that moment.

He stripped himself out of his jeans, shirt, and the pink silk panties that he had been sporting since he exited the shower.  Chad stepped into the gaff and adjusted himself before he rested his rear on the bed to begin the slow process of putting on tights.  He remembered Katrin's counsel, but he did not need it.

He had more than enough practice with hosiery for a lifetime to require a brush-up. The failure upon failure of his early attempts to put it on had taught him hard lessons about what not to do.

Those failures were constantly on his mind as he brought the hosiery up his legs and felt the familiar stirring between his legs that always accompanied the silken feeling of nylon.  Once the hosiery had finished climbing his smooth legs, Chad snugged the waistband up to just below his navel.  He then reached for a bra.

Chad hooked it before he worked it over his head and down his body. After adjusting the straps, Chad stuffed the cups and reached for the green dress.

Chad pulled the soft, sweater knit dress over his head and brought it down over his faux curved form.  His fingers ran down the knitted embellishments along the sides of the dress as he smoothed it out.  He paused for a second before tugging at the hemline of the flare skirt that seemed to dance midway down his thighs.

"This will draw attention," Chad said to himself with a laugh.  He loved how he looked from the neck down, but he was terrified of what people would say when they saw his face above the body of a wisp of a woman.

While he knew he had passed in the darkened light of the café, daylight was an entirely different matter.  Chad's hand moved away from his dress and clasped at his smooth arms as he crossed them over his chest.

Chad struggled with how to proceed. He felt that he had to go forward with Katrin's plan.  If he did not, he was sure that he would never get the nerve to do it on his own.  His fingers brushed at where the dress's half sleeves met his arms. The softness of the dress and the smoothness of his arms made his manhood stir anew.

"I need to do this," Chad said, trying to force himself to open the door and face Katrin.  It was the first step to confronting the fears that had long dogged him.  His hands released his arms as he stepped towards the door.  He paused at the door and put his hands on his hips.

He smiled as he looked down at the way the dress's ribbed, banded waist nipped in his figure and thought, 'I look super cute in this.'

"That's not a manly thought," Chad said to himself in the feminine voice he had used in the café the day prior.  Chad laughed before a look of concern returned to his face.

He reached for his face and covered it with his hands while he wondered how he could be considering going through with Katrin's plan.  It was the same thought that had haunted him since he agreed to be the subject of her experiment.

The answer in his heart of hearts was of no consolation to him.  After taking a few deep breaths, Chad drew the bedroom door open.

He peered his head outside and saw that Katrin was standing, waiting for him to emerge.  "Promise not to laugh," Chad said.  "I don't make promises I don't plan to keep," Katrin rejoined with a smirk.  "Okay, well, at least, try to contain yourself."

Katrin nodded as Chad swung the door fully open.  Her eyes examined his padded-out form as he sashayed out of the bedroom.  Chad felt confident and sexy as he pressed his nylon-covered feet into the cool wood floor beneath his soles. Katrin shook her head with a smile as she took his appearance in.

Chad did a little spin in front of her, causing his dress to lift and flutter slightly.  The sight was more than Katrin could handle.

As she started to laugh, Chad crossed his arms over his faux bust and inquired, "What's so funny?"

"You're taking this in a fun direction."

"I have to make this some fun for myself, otherwise it would be torture."

Katrin gave him a disbelieving look before Chad crossed one leg behind the other tilted his head to the side and asked, "How do you think it looks?"  "That outfit is so you."

"This outfit is so not me," Chad rejoined with a shake of his head.  "I think you look more at home in that than you do in jeans and a polo."

"Now, you're just being crazy," Chad said before Katrin asked him to turn slowly for her.  "Like this?" Chad asked as he turned in place under Katrin's inspecting gaze.

Once Chad finished modeling his outfit with a slow twirl, Katrin led him towards his bathroom.  She sat him down on the toilet lid as she began to run a brush through Chad's long hair.  Chad was still amazed about how much better it felt than when he did it himself.

He struggled to keep himself from moaning and giving away just how enjoyable the feeling was for him.  Katrin could sense it in him.  She enjoyed the sensation as well.  It was a feeling that she knew well, even though it was so rare that she experienced the sensation of another girl brushing her hair anymore.

As Katrin's brush left Chad's hair, he noticed the curler on the vanity.  He furrowed his brow as he asked, "I thought you said my hair was good straight."

"No.  I said your hair is good when it's down.  We need to girl it up a little more."  "Why?"  "Long hair is girly, but once we add the curls, it's going to be unmistakably femme."

"Can that be undone?"  "With a shower," Katrin answered before she began to twist up Chad's locks into the curling iron.  Chad sat still while he fretted over the sensation of the heat being so near the skin of his head.  "Please be careful with that," Chad begged as he saw his hair be released from the iron and come tumbling down with curls.

"I'm always so careful," Katrin replied.  "It's just so hot," Chad cautioned.  "I know.  I've been curling my hair for 10 years.  I'm not the one that's new to this," Katrin reminded Chad.  "Right.  I'm sorry.  I know."

"Just be still or I might burn you," Katrin lectured to shut Chad up while she continued to curl his tresses and let them cascade back down to his shoulders and back.  Once she finished, she put the curling iron down and unplugged it.  She then sprayed his hair with hairspray and paused as she looked at his ears.  Katrin smiled as her fingers moved away from the hairspray bottle and examined the holes in each of his ears.

She put a hand on Chad's shoulder and asked, "Why did you get both of your ears pierced?"

"I was a teenager.  I thought it was cool," Chad responded with what they both knew was a lie.  Katrin was every bit as aware of the true answer as Chad was.  "I knew that you had them, I just wanted to know the reason."

"How did you know?"  "A girl can't miss those holes.  We're a lot more perceptive of those things than boys."

"Really?" Chad asked.  "And I've got just the thing for them."

"You brought me earrings?"

"Of course.  I got them just for this outfit," Katrin answered while she removed a box from her purse.  Chad cocked his head and saw the waves in his long hair in his peripheral vision as he did so.  Chad grinned at the emerald green, woven fabric, floral post earrings that were presented to him by Katrin.

Chad inspected the fabric that had been woven into the shape of dainty florals.  He felt that they were a perfect touch for his outfit.  They would help make him look every bit as unique as Katrin rightly noted he wanted to look.  Once Katrin finished securing each post back to the earrings, she reached for his necklace. Katrin smiled as she hooked the lobster clasp of the faux pearl necklace behind his neck.  She adjusted the triple strands over Chad's rounded neckline and said, "You look simply elegant."

"I prefer to do that with a top hat."

"Don't be stupid," Katrin chided, growing tired of Chad's self-protecting and self-deceiving lies.  "What's so stupid about that?"  "We both know you could never look this elegant as a man," Katrin said as she plugged in her small air compressor and began to apply moisturizer to his skin.  Chad shook his head as Katrin pressed her hands against his face to work the cream in as he said through a pushed-about mouth, "I'm not sure about that."

"Well, once I get done with your makeup, why don't you tell me?" Katrin replied to Chad's gargled words.  Chad went silent as Katrin started to airbrush his face.  Chad felt the air coating his face with makeup with a fan-shaped brush.

"How does that feel?" Katrin asked as she pulled her finger off the trigger.  "It doesn't feel like I'm wearing makeup," Chad replied.  "The look will tell you otherwise."

"Why didn't we use this to begin with?"

"We didn't want to go overboard to start with.  We were trying to be subtle, remember," Katrin replied, gently chiding her boss-turned-subject.

Chad acknowledged she was correct before Katrin returned to her slow application of the makeup to his face with several passes of the stainless-steel gun.  Katrin smiled as she saw the effect that multiple layers were having on his face, giving it the illusion of a flawless complexion.

After a pause to admire her handiwork, Katrin set about applying Chad's eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara.  Chad felt strange while he moved his eyes about in Katrin's direction and closed them on demand.

"I'm feeling like you would have made a good drill sergeant," Chad joked when Katrin ordered his eyes closed again.  "That may be true, but you're a good soldier.  You do what you are told."

"Is that a compliment?"  "More than a calling a girl a drill sergeant! That's, like, straight up calling me a bitch," Katrin half-joked with a laugh.  "I wouldn't go that far," Chad replied, trying to walk back his words  "But you'd get close," Katrin rejoined.  "I'...," Chad went to defend himself, before Katrin ordered, "Pucker up."

Chad did as he was told and watched as Katrin applied a coat of lipstick to them before lining his lips.  Once Katrin put down her lip liner, she nodded to herself as she stood Chad up and said, "Take a look in that mirror and tell me you can be this elegant as Chad."

Chad was perplexed by her separation of his male name from his appearance before her.  He turned and gazed into the mirror and was amazed by what he saw.

He knew that her words were true in that instant.

Chad Devlin could never look as elegant as the woman in the mirror, even with the astonished, star-struck look on her face.  Chad went to touch his face, prompting Katrin to chide, "Don't mess up your makeup before you walk out the door."

"Sorry," Chad replied as he gazed into the mirror and looked over his appearance.  The curls in his hair gave it body and life that he never thought was possible.

The flowing curls seemed glamourous and unbefitting Chad Devlin, but, yet, appeared to be perfect on the girl gawking back at him.  The perfectly evened-out skin tone of the face that was framed by the cascading curls took him aback.  He could not believe how good he looked with his softened skin tone.  Every ounce of color she added to his lips and eyes made him wish that he could go through life as "her."

The body that existed beneath the neckline had been within his line of sight.  He sensed that the face and hair met the challenge of rising to the standards set by what he considered a striking outfit.  He was confident in how he looked, but Chad was also frightened that he looked more convincing than was good for him.  'How could a man look this good en femme?' Chad wondered.

Maybe it was still a fantasy, but it was growing real to him.  He wondered what people would think.  'How could he look that good?'

Chad fretted.  It was a question that would surely pass through some people's minds; of that, he was certain.  Still, a part of him wondered if he was being too charitable to himself and Katrin too kind.  Perhaps, his perception was off.  He sensed that that would certainly have been more believable before the experiment.

"All right, that's enough eye-humping yourself," Katrin teased.  Chad was taken aback by her statement as he responded in earnest, "I wasn't..."

"I'm just teasing," Katrin replied with another half-truth while they exited the bathroom.  Katrin then led Chad to his table.  She sat down and told him to put his left hand on the table and stretch out his fingers.  Chad complied with the request and watched as Katrin started to shape his manicured fingernails.  Chad's manhood struggled against the constraint of his gaff as he watched the perfect ovals that Katrin was making out of his slightly long nails.

Once they were shaped, Katrin took out a bottle of nail polish.  Chad's eyes widened as he knew that the color had been selected to match his dress.

He could not believe the level of detail that Katrin had gone through for her experiment, but he figured that, as a woman, this was something she was used to thinking through.  Chad's eyes followed each stroke of the brush along his shaped nails. With every stroke, Chad felt his masculinity vanishing into a hue of green.

After Katrin was done with his left hand, she did the same thing with his right hand.  Chad marveled at the coloring and shape of his nails, even as Katrin kept reminding him not to touch them until they were dry.  A few spritzes of perfume soon followed.

As Chad savored the flowery scent, a grin came across his face.  "I don't think I've ever seen you look so content," Katrin noted.

"I'm not; I'm just trying to put myself at ease," Chad lied.  Katrin gave him a condescending smile while she suppressed her urge to rebuke his obvious dishonesty.

She knew that self-deception was too ingrained in Chad for him to push it off entirely.  If she tried, she thought he might try to strip himself of all the feminine finery she had gotten him to adorn himself in with such little prodding.