Feminine Touches - Part 1

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He was sure that it was not going to make much of a difference in the way that people treated him.  Still, he was excited about the excuse to finally do two things that he had longed to do for a long time.    

Chad stepped into the bathtub to shave his body.

While the idea had constantly intrigued him, the actual process always struck him as tedious instead of exciting by the time he wiped the first matted leg hairs from the blades of his ladies' razor.

"Christ, this takes so much time," Chad whined as he moved from his legs to his underarms.

Chad was relieved that he was less hairy than most guys he knew, having no visible hair on his arms or hands.

The only hair left was on his groin and chest by the time he finished leaving his armpits smooth.

Chad removed his hair from his chest first before he lingered on removing the hair from his crotch.  While he figured that Katrin might inspect his body to ensure that it was as hair-free as he claimed on the form he checked off, he knew that she would never ask to see his privates.  Regardless, half the women he had gotten naked over the years had a trimmed mat of hair between their legs.

The idea of shaving it, however, was the first thing to excite him since the third stroke of the razor down his right leg.  He figured that the only men that shaved their crotches were porn stars and sissies.  While he would never be confused with the former, he knew that there was a likelihood he would be confused with the latter.

Chad lathered up his groin with the female shaving cream that Katrin had left for him with the razor.  He drew it across the first shave and saw the clean line running through his pubic hair.  He knew that there was no reason to stop then.

He continued with it until the last trace of body hair was removed from beneath his neck.

With his shaving attended to, Chad turned off the water and toweled himself dry.  He was surprised to find that his towel was slightly rougher on his skin without the hair there to absorb some of the friction.

Chad remembered how his ex-girlfriends would pat themselves dry and took it upon himself to do the same.  It was a longer process, but it made him feel decidedly more feminine as it also allowed him more time to observe his hairless body before he started to apply his nail polish.

While it was not the same as painting his fingers with a color, the simple thrill of putting a coat of polish on them was alluring to him.  He enjoyed the action of doing it, if not the smell.

Once he finished,  he shook his hands about the way he had seen his girlfriends do to help speed up their nail drying.

That it was something a man would never do, only made his member swell more as he waved his hands about with dueling limp wrists.

After his nails were dry, Chad dressed for work and headed out the door to open his café for the pre-lunch crowd.  It was a familiar morning ritual for him to walk to work.  He only lived four blocks from the café to ensure that he could always get there quickly and on time to open it before it opened to the public at 11 A.M. each day.

He walked down the sidewalks and crosswalks without anyone giving him a  second look.  Chad unlocked the door to his café and walked inside.  He started to set up for the first patrons.

He greeted Katrin warmly as she entered.  She was usually the first employee to show up when she had an early shift, so he saw nothing unusual about it.

After taking out her IPAD, she walked over to him and asked to see his legs.  Chad grinned as he lifted his pants legs and showed off his smooth legs to Katrin.

Katrin made a note that he had complied with the request before she inspected his nails.  Katrin noticed the slight difference resulting from the obvious shine on his nails.

Chad nodded at her reaction before he asked, "Do you think anyone can  tell?"

Katrin shrugged as she said, "I don't think anyone will say anything.  How often do you look at a man's nails?"

"Is this like Shawshank?"

"Similar principle.  Men's shoes are basically all the same.  Men's nails don't differ either.  The only real difference comes down to size and color.

"Well, there's different shoe types."

"Wingtips vs. loafers is nothing like pumps vs. flats, dude."

Chad nodded, knowing well enough that it was true as Katrin made a note on her IPAD.  Once she finished, she put it away in the backroom and went to get changed into her uniform.

The remainder of the waitresses and the cooks soon filed into the café to get ready for the pre-lunch crowd.  While some of the waitresses came over to inspect his legs and fingernails, the customers Chad dealt with treated him the same they usually did.  No one seemed to notice, as  Chad and Katrin expected.

As the day continued, the waitresses made little teasing comments to  Chad about his shaved legs.  The comments made his day go by faster than normal.

Irina commented first when she asked, "So, does the carpet match  the legs?"

"Funny," Chad replied with feigned sarcasm with which he was happy to push the smirking woman away.

Chad was thankful to not have to admit the truth.  He knew he could not bring himself to, but he wondered if she could tell.  The absurdity of that worry, however, soon made him shake his head, since he was sure that they could not.

"So, how many positions did you have to get your legs into to shave  them?" Venetia inquired.

"A lot more than I expected," Chad admitted.

"I fear for your next girlfriend."

"Why's that?"

"Because, now, you know the crazy positions we get ourselves into to  shave our legs, so you're going to demand kinkier sex."    Chad shook his head as he replied, "I'm not demanding.  I just gained a  new appreciation for shaved legs."    "Girls love shaved legs more than guys; it's just getting there that sucks," Venetia replied.    Chad nodded, understanding her point.

"How do they feel to you?" Lilah interjected.

"I feel like I dropped a few pounds."

"What, were you a gorilla?" Lilah inquired.

"They should show shaving a gorilla on TV," Venetia responded.

"Why?" Chad asked with a laugh.

"Every shaving ad shows a woman shaving her already smooth legs!  What does that show the razor doing?  NOTHING!"

Chad and Lilah laughed at Venetia's point before Lilah and Venetia each carried a tray to a different table.

"So, where did you get that manicure?" Bonnie asked as she passed with a grin.

"Chad's salon," Chad deadpanned.

"That's a horrible name for a salon," Bonnie countered.

"I've used up my branding ideas on this place," Chad rejoined.

"Yah, at our expense," Bonnie said with a laugh as she pulled down on her ruffled petticoat.

Chad shook his head, wishing that he could step into her shoes for a  day to experience it.  His manhood engorged at the thought before he went back to focusing on his job.

When the end of the day came, the staff began to leave for the night.

Chad and Katrin were the last to remain as she cataloged her findings to reach a conclusion for the first day of the study.

Chad was hardly surprised with the findings that Katrin had cataloged based on her interactions, his interactions, and the other employees'  observations.

He felt that he looked unambiguously like a guy.  No one could see his hairless legs through his jeans and only a small part of his smooth, flat chest was visible.  As Katrin had noted, there was also little reason to ever look at a man's fingernails.

Chad went home that evening excited about what the next day would bring.  Katrin was going to drop off the items at the Café for the subsequent steps on her way to school.  Bonnie had volunteered to help with the minimal makeup to give him the assistance of someone who knew her way around a makeup bag.

The following morning, Chad got up early and headed to the café.  He opened the door and waited for Katrin to arrive.

She arrived with a characteristic smile on her face with her supplies.

Chad looked them over as Katrin said, "Don't worry, Bonnie will know  what to do with this."

"I have no doubt," Chad replied before Katrin said goodbye to rush off to her first college class of the day.

As 11 A.M. neared, Chad saw Bonnie approaching the door.

They greeted each other warmly before she inquired if Katrin had delivered her package.

"She made the drop," Chad joked.

"Makeup isn't drugs," Bonnie teased before she added, "Although, for  some of us girls, it may as well be."

"There are makeup aficionados?" Chad asked.

"Without a doubt," Bonnie answered before she led Chad into his office.

As Chad's staff entered the Café and began getting ready for the day head, Bonnie applied a small concealer to Chad's face to smooth out his complexion.

Bonnie was careful to show Chad what to do since she wanted him to learn how to do it on days when she was off.  Once she finished, Chad asked, "Is this noticeable?"

"Only to a woman," Katrin answered with a smirk.

Chad gave her a concerned look before Katrin tried to put his mind at ease by saying, "The lighting is your friend.  If this was a bright  place, someone would tell, but it's too dark for people to get a good  look at your pours and skin tone."

The words had their desired effect.  Chad felt a little relieved as he stepped into the loafers that Katrin had brought for him.

While the rounded-toe loafers were not overly feminine, Chad was sure that a discerning eye would notice the subtle difference between men's loafers and the one-inch, block-heeled, black, faux leather loafers he was wearing.

Chad was hardly concerned without, however, remembering  the Hollywood line that had passed through his head the day before,  'How often do you look at a man's shoes?'

As the girls came into the café, they walked over to see his changes of the day.

The girls giggled to themselves as they all noticed the makeup and the shoes.  They knew that any woman who gave Chad a  discerning look would notice immediately.

Despite those conclusions, the dim lighting of the café and the relative modesty of Chad's outfit in comparison to the waitresses made him practically invisible to the patrons.  Chad was delighted that he was treated normally by everyone he encountered, except his staff.  Their jokes about his pretty boy excited him, even as he found them slightly humiliating.

After locking up the café for the night and chronicling his experiences with Katrin, Chad walked home.  He entered his building and went towards his door and saw his next-door neighbor Julie fidgeting with her keys.

As she pushed a key into one of her three locks, her eyes widened as he saw Chad.  Chad froze, wondering if she would notice the changes.

She greeted him with her customary cheerfulness.  Chad was happy about the poor lighting of the hallway for a change.  He had petitioned for the building to upgrade the common area light fixtures but was happy that the building owners had ignored his repeated requests.

Chad greeted her with a harm hello before they exchanged pleasantries.  Julie shook her head while she spoke to him with the smile that he rarely saw leave her face around him.

As they talked, Chad noticed her expression change.  Chad furrowed his brow in response.

"Nice shoes," Julie said while her widened eyes drifted down Chad's body.

"Thanks," Chad said, squirming and hoping that she would not be able to tell that they came from the ladies' department.

"I've never seen you wear those before," she continued, wondering why she was wearing such effeminate shoes.

"What are you the shoe police?"

Chad joked, nervous and wondering how intimately familiar Julie was with his footwear.

"Yeah, I'm afraid they might be hot," Julie kidded back with a smile,  thinking they would look better on her, even if they were not her style.

Chad wanted to proceed further, but he did not want the cute girl to get any wrong ideas about him.  His apartment was too full of the feminine clothing he had accumulated over the years to risk a  relationship with a neighbor who could spill his secret to the entire neighborhood.

Chad excused himself from a disappointed Julie and headed inside his apartment.  Chad closed the door behind him and breathed a sigh of relief before he washed himself in the shower before bed.

The next morning, Chad returned to work after showering, shaving, and dressing.  He walked into the café and put on his concealer under Bonnie's watchful gaze.

Chad heard the giggles from his female staff as they all snuck peeks of him applying the makeup while they were supposed to be setting up for the early lunch crowd.  Each time he caught them, Chad shouted, in a stern, but joking tone, "Get back to work!  Haven't you ever seen a guy put on his morning makeup before! There's nothing to see here!"

After Chad finished applying his concealer, he slid his feet into his loafers and waited for the items that Katrin was going to bring at the start of her shift.  Shortly before it was due to start, Katrin walked into the café for the dinner shift.  She handed Chad a bag while she inquired about the findings of the day that matched those of the day before.

With no changes, it was an expected outcome.

Chad walked into his office to change and wait for the last of the day's crowd to leave before he returned to the floor that he left under Bonnie's supervision.

Chad closed his office door and struggled not to laugh at the instructions that Katrin gave him about how to put on the bra.  He wanted to tell her that he needed no instruction, but he would not dare to say so.

Chad opened the bag with a smile.  The bra made his manhood swell in an instant.  It had been years since he last wore that garment in public. He had dated too many girls over the prior few years to run the risks that came with leaving such garments around his home before his recent run of celibacy.

He would never be able to explain them away in a manner that would not lead to much unpleasantness.

It was only due to his recent self-enforced solitary home life that he was able to indulge in their pleasures again.

Chad pulled off his shirt and took hold of the bra.  He felt the slight padding in the bra and knew that it would give him the illusion of having small breasts.  He hooked the bra and pulled it down over his head.  With a little contorting, he managed to work his arms through the straps and brought the bra down over his smooth chest.  Chad grinned at the sight of the feminine bulges on his chest.

While he had always imagined himself having larger breasts, they were certainly a better sight to him than the flat chest he had been fated to sport.

Not wanting to make Katrin think that he was lingering to enjoy himself, Chad pulled his shirt back over his head.  He immediately noticed the small bumps beneath his top.  If it was not for the outline of the straps of his bra that could be seen when he moved in certain ways, he figured that he could pass it off as gynecomastia on his thin frame.  Chad's hands moved away from his augmented bust and reached for the gaff that he had stashed in his desk drawer.  He knew that it was skipping a step in Katrin's experiment, but he assumed that she would never notice.  In his mind, he could not reconcile the feeling of a bra without the corresponding illusion of smoothness between his legs.

He also knew that the gaff would hide the slight bulge that could often be seen beneath his jeans.  With those thoughts in mind, Chad pulled down his jeans and boxers and stepped into the gaff.  He struggled to get his manhood to go limp.

Once he felt it was soft enough, he quickly seized it and yanked it between his legs.  He labored not to yelp at the feeling of doing so. He had almost forgotten how much he hated the feelings that the gaff caused before he pulled it up his legs with haste.

Chad pulled it up snugly, feeling the tight restriction of his manhood. The flat front more than made up the cost of the discomfort to Chad.

He brushed his hand against it for a moment before he remembered that the staff was waiting for him on the other side of the door.  Chad hurried to put on his boxers and pull up his jeans, concealing the arousing sight of his faux smoothness.  He got up and unlocked his door before he went back to work by working at his desk.  He tried to stay in the back for most of the day, unsure if he wanted to face the patrons while daylight was still bathing the café through the front window.

Chad heard a knock on the door as he sat behind his small desk looking at the café's receipts from the afternoon.  Chad peered over at the door while he asked who was there.

"It's Katrin," Chad heard.  "Come on in," Katrin said.

"Well, look at you," Katrin said as she instantly saw the illusion of small breasts on Chad's thin frame.

"How do I look?" Chad asked.

"Womanish!"  The answer made Chad's member stir.  He loved the idea, even as he denied that she was right.

"You wish."

"No.  You're getting there.  I think we might start throwing people tonight."  "Is that what you're here for?"

"There's only one couple left in there from when I came in.

So, it'll be time for you to reemerge with your new look," Katrin replied as she removed her tweezers from her pocketbook.

"I thought it was only to be minor trimming."

"I'm just going to trim the brows a little," Katrin explained.

"Is this going to hurt?" Chad asked as Katrin went to pluck the first hair.  "It shouldn't hurt a guy," Katrin teased.

"Are you trying to tell me something?"

Chad asked while he raised his eyebrows.

"No, sir," Katrin replied with a grin before she motioned for Chad to sit down.

Chad took a seat in front of Katrin and watched while she bent down. His eyes tried to avoid the eye-level cleavage that was exposed by her scoop-necked, red camisole.

His manhood began to stir from the sight and the thought of what Katrin would be doing to him.  He had wished to be able to do it to himself, but he had never found the guts to pluck his eyebrows for fear of it being noticed.