In retrospect, I should have shot these against a lighter background. I plan to don another outfit later today.
More pics on Flickr.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Post-Holiday Dressing...2
Here's the cowlneck sweater dress from Target's Mossimo line. I matched it up with black hose, gold jewelry, blue hairbow, and the new heels I bought at The Shoe Dept. The company calls those shoes "Harlot" and it's not hard to see why!
In retrospect, I should have shot these against a lighter background. I plan to don another outfit later today.
More pics on Flickr.
In retrospect, I should have shot these against a lighter background. I plan to don another outfit later today.
More pics on Flickr.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Am I Hot?
On a lark, I posted a picture on the site hotornot.com. After about 24 hours, here's the results:
Next week, I'll post a different one (blonde or redhead) and see what happens.
Next week, I'll post a different one (blonde or redhead) and see what happens.
Friday, January 8, 2010
Stephanie Stay-Hard
Chapter Four
After a short drive, Sue and Stephanie walked through the mall, drawing stares from all and sundry. And why not? How often did a beautiful woman stride through the mall accompanied by an obviously feminized man...a man in permed hair and makeup, but wearing entirely male attire.
They stopped in front of numerous window displays as Stephanie gushed over particularly lovely and feminine outfits. This only increased the astonishment of passers-by, of course. Finally, they saw a dress that Stephanie announced she had to have.
"I'm afraid you'll need some other things before we can get that, dear," Sue admonished her. "Come with me." She led her transformed husband to the specialty lingerie shop. "This one needs appropriate underthings...including 'padding', if you get my drift," she announced to the sales staff.
The manager stepped forward, grinning. "We'll be happy to assist you, ma'am," she said. "Ladies, I think a long-line bra is in order--40D, I think. And that special padded girdle, too--the one with the 28-inch waist, I'd say." She turned to Sue. "You can take her into fitting room three. Have her strip to the skin. As they headed in that direction, the manager scooped up several pairs of panties and hose in various shades. "Pick out what you like from these."
Once in the fitting room, Stephanie was somewhat abashed. "Sue, I can't do this here...." she protested.
"Nonsense." Sue pulled out her lipstick. "Your lips need retouching...." The mere sight of the tube of lipstick caused Stephanie's eyes to glaze over, and when it actually touched her lips she went back into trance. "Very good, dear," Sue said. "Now, you will obey my instructions and those of the sales staff without question....
"...without question...." Stephanie purred.
Moments later, the staff arrived with the required garments. They helped Stephanie step into a lacy pair of panties, then pulled the padded girdle onto her--restricting her waist and making her hips and ass more womanly. The long-line bra was next, fitted out with a very realistic set of falsies. In the end, Stephanie had a 40-28-40 figure. They clipped a pair of dark hose to the girdle's garters and spun her around to face the mirror.
Sue smiled as she leaned in and said, "Stephanie, I'd think seeing yourself so changed would make you stiff as a board."
Instantly, Stephanie's sissy-cock grew to a full erection, to the amusement of the sales staff. "Ooh, she does like it, doesn't she?" exclaimed the manager. They assisted Stephanie in squeezing back into her male garb--as well as she could--while Sue paid the bill.
Back out in the mall, Sue and Stephanie were even more of a sensation than before, as Stephanie's male shirt could not possibly confine her new boobs, while her pants were stretched tight over her big round ass and bulging crotch. They made their way back to the store where Stephanie had seen her must-have purchase: a '50s-style shirtwaist frock.
Once again, Sue took charge in the store. "My...companion...wants to try on that checked dress in the window, assuming you have it in her size." The salesgirl looked Stephanie up and down. "An 18, I think. Yes, we have it in that size. This way, please."
Sue left Stephanie to be dressed by the salesgirl. She browsed the shoe department until she found the perfect pair of pumps for her man-wife. They were black patent with a pointed toe and six-inch heels...a classic court shoe to go with her classic frock. She found a pair in size 11 and handed them to another member of the staff. "Please have the customer in the fitting room include these in her ensemble."
In a short time, Stephanie minced out in her new outfit. Her massive knockers filled out the bodice provocatively, while the petticoated skirt floated over her nyloned knees above her stiletto-heeled feet. And the tent in the skirt let Sue know that Stephanie Stay-hard was living up to her name.
Stephanie stood enjoying her new look in the mirror while Sue paid the bill. Finished, Sue went back to her and said, "Wake up, sweetie! We'll deal with that hard-on at home!"
More to come
After a short drive, Sue and Stephanie walked through the mall, drawing stares from all and sundry. And why not? How often did a beautiful woman stride through the mall accompanied by an obviously feminized man...a man in permed hair and makeup, but wearing entirely male attire.
They stopped in front of numerous window displays as Stephanie gushed over particularly lovely and feminine outfits. This only increased the astonishment of passers-by, of course. Finally, they saw a dress that Stephanie announced she had to have.
"I'm afraid you'll need some other things before we can get that, dear," Sue admonished her. "Come with me." She led her transformed husband to the specialty lingerie shop. "This one needs appropriate underthings...including 'padding', if you get my drift," she announced to the sales staff.
The manager stepped forward, grinning. "We'll be happy to assist you, ma'am," she said. "Ladies, I think a long-line bra is in order--40D, I think. And that special padded girdle, too--the one with the 28-inch waist, I'd say." She turned to Sue. "You can take her into fitting room three. Have her strip to the skin. As they headed in that direction, the manager scooped up several pairs of panties and hose in various shades. "Pick out what you like from these."
Once in the fitting room, Stephanie was somewhat abashed. "Sue, I can't do this here...." she protested.
"Nonsense." Sue pulled out her lipstick. "Your lips need retouching...." The mere sight of the tube of lipstick caused Stephanie's eyes to glaze over, and when it actually touched her lips she went back into trance. "Very good, dear," Sue said. "Now, you will obey my instructions and those of the sales staff without question....
"...without question...." Stephanie purred.
Moments later, the staff arrived with the required garments. They helped Stephanie step into a lacy pair of panties, then pulled the padded girdle onto her--restricting her waist and making her hips and ass more womanly. The long-line bra was next, fitted out with a very realistic set of falsies. In the end, Stephanie had a 40-28-40 figure. They clipped a pair of dark hose to the girdle's garters and spun her around to face the mirror.
Sue smiled as she leaned in and said, "Stephanie, I'd think seeing yourself so changed would make you stiff as a board."
Instantly, Stephanie's sissy-cock grew to a full erection, to the amusement of the sales staff. "Ooh, she does like it, doesn't she?" exclaimed the manager. They assisted Stephanie in squeezing back into her male garb--as well as she could--while Sue paid the bill.
Back out in the mall, Sue and Stephanie were even more of a sensation than before, as Stephanie's male shirt could not possibly confine her new boobs, while her pants were stretched tight over her big round ass and bulging crotch. They made their way back to the store where Stephanie had seen her must-have purchase: a '50s-style shirtwaist frock.
Once again, Sue took charge in the store. "My...companion...wants to try on that checked dress in the window, assuming you have it in her size." The salesgirl looked Stephanie up and down. "An 18, I think. Yes, we have it in that size. This way, please."
Sue left Stephanie to be dressed by the salesgirl. She browsed the shoe department until she found the perfect pair of pumps for her man-wife. They were black patent with a pointed toe and six-inch heels...a classic court shoe to go with her classic frock. She found a pair in size 11 and handed them to another member of the staff. "Please have the customer in the fitting room include these in her ensemble."In a short time, Stephanie minced out in her new outfit. Her massive knockers filled out the bodice provocatively, while the petticoated skirt floated over her nyloned knees above her stiletto-heeled feet. And the tent in the skirt let Sue know that Stephanie Stay-hard was living up to her name.
Stephanie stood enjoying her new look in the mirror while Sue paid the bill. Finished, Sue went back to her and said, "Wake up, sweetie! We'll deal with that hard-on at home!"
More to come
An Unfortunate Development
Over the past month or so, there has been an alarming increase in the number of comments posted that are unrelated to the blog postings and/or pure spam.
I've decided I don't want to have to go and delete them all after the fact. So I have reluctantly instigated comment moderation and the requirement for a word verification before posting.
I'm sorry I have to "punish" everybody for a few, but I'd rather keep the blog safe and clean.
I've decided I don't want to have to go and delete them all after the fact. So I have reluctantly instigated comment moderation and the requirement for a word verification before posting.
I'm sorry I have to "punish" everybody for a few, but I'd rather keep the blog safe and clean.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
First dressing of 2K10
Got to return to dressing a week or so earlier than I figured--thanks to younger son finding a job during winter break!
So you all get to start to see all those new purchases I talked about a bit sooner. We start today with the zebra-print dress from Target's Merino line. I really like dresses made along these lines...they look classy, yet sexy and are suited to my age and body type, without being matronly.
Accessories are white hair bow, new black chunky jewelry (necklace and bracelets from Kohl's; earrings from Kmart), nude hose, and those very sexy black pumps with the metal heels. They are made by a company called Dollhouse and sold at The Shoe Dept.
More pics on Flickr and another outfit this afternoon.
Update as of 2:00 PM:
There will be no further dressing today. My plan was to try out the hounds-tooth tweed suit from Kmart...but the jacket turns out to be way too small--and I've returned the whole thing. I would have exchanged it, but they didn't have the jacket in a larger size.
Next dressing will be next week, depending on my work schedule.
So you all get to start to see all those new purchases I talked about a bit sooner. We start today with the zebra-print dress from Target's Merino line. I really like dresses made along these lines...they look classy, yet sexy and are suited to my age and body type, without being matronly.
Accessories are white hair bow, new black chunky jewelry (necklace and bracelets from Kohl's; earrings from Kmart), nude hose, and those very sexy black pumps with the metal heels. They are made by a company called Dollhouse and sold at The Shoe Dept.
More pics on Flickr and another outfit this afternoon.
Update as of 2:00 PM:
There will be no further dressing today. My plan was to try out the hounds-tooth tweed suit from Kmart...but the jacket turns out to be way too small--and I've returned the whole thing. I would have exchanged it, but they didn't have the jacket in a larger size.
Next dressing will be next week, depending on my work schedule.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Stephanie Stay-Hard
Chapter Three
Steven sat with a dim smile on his face, as he watched in the mirror as Vera removed his curlers and combed out his hair. Though long for a man, it was still short for a woman and came out in a kittenish bob.
"Oh, how cute you look, Steven!" his wife exclaimed.
Steven glanced at her reflection in the mirror, confused. "Who's Steven?" he asked. "You know my name is Stephanie!"
Sue grinned and giggled. That fast, she thought to herself. "Yes, of course, you are, sweetheart! My tongue got a little tied, that's all...."
By now, the comb-out was done and Vera spun the chair around. "No looking for this next part, Stephanie!" she declared, as she rolled over her tray full of cosmetics. She began work with foundation, then moved on to eyeshadow, eyeliner and mascara, giving the new girl a sophisticated, sultry look. Then came blush, applied heavily, to give the appearance of constant embarrassment at her new-found femininity. And last, came the lipstick.
Vera spoke softly to Steven, dropping him back into trance. "Red lips are always the last part of your transformation, Stephanie. You love the taste and color of lipstick...feeling it applied to
your lips drops you back into trance, ready for new instructions and programming...it arouses you, too, making you ready for whatever additional turn-on your mistresses prepare.
"....back in trance...aroused...." he murmured in response.
Steven drifted in trance as Vera and Sue consulted further. "She's ready to go now," Vera told her sister.
"Aren't we going to dress her in women's things?" Sue asked.
"Not yet...she's not ready. Besides think of the arousing embarrassment for her, to be paraded around town with curly hair, fully made-up, and still in male attire, flat-chested and all!" Vera stopped to think for a bit. "Here's an idea--take her shopping this evening...just like this. Have her pick out what she'd like to wear!"
"You are devious...is that what you did with Tiffany?"
"Oh, no--I had definite ideas about what kind of girl I wanted my son to be...most especially something that would annoy his father, my ex-husband!" Vera explained.
"Will you join us on our little shopping expedition?" Sue asked.
"That should be just between you two, I think," Vera replied. "Oh, but there's one more thing I have to do with Stephanie before you leave."
She turned back to the still-entranced man-woman. "Stephanie...from now on, when you hear the words stiff as a board, you will immediately have a massive erection--one you cannot get rid of. Only a real woman can relieve you of it, by riding you to orgasm herself. Only when she comes will you come.
And that is why you are Stephanie Stay-hard."
Vera grinned at her sister. "You ought to have fun with that, I think!"
"Indeed! Wake her up, will you...we have a long night of shopping ahead of us!"
Vera spoke to Steven, now Stephanie. "Wake up, sweetie! Time to go!"
The transformed man's lovely eyes fluttered open and saw his new face for the first time. "Oh, thank you, Miss Vera--I'm beautiful!"
Sue smiled. "That you are, darling...now, hurry up. We have shopping to do!"
More to come
Steven sat with a dim smile on his face, as he watched in the mirror as Vera removed his curlers and combed out his hair. Though long for a man, it was still short for a woman and came out in a kittenish bob.
"Oh, how cute you look, Steven!" his wife exclaimed.
Steven glanced at her reflection in the mirror, confused. "Who's Steven?" he asked. "You know my name is Stephanie!"
Sue grinned and giggled. That fast, she thought to herself. "Yes, of course, you are, sweetheart! My tongue got a little tied, that's all...."
By now, the comb-out was done and Vera spun the chair around. "No looking for this next part, Stephanie!" she declared, as she rolled over her tray full of cosmetics. She began work with foundation, then moved on to eyeshadow, eyeliner and mascara, giving the new girl a sophisticated, sultry look. Then came blush, applied heavily, to give the appearance of constant embarrassment at her new-found femininity. And last, came the lipstick.Vera spoke softly to Steven, dropping him back into trance. "Red lips are always the last part of your transformation, Stephanie. You love the taste and color of lipstick...feeling it applied to
your lips drops you back into trance, ready for new instructions and programming...it arouses you, too, making you ready for whatever additional turn-on your mistresses prepare.
"....back in trance...aroused...." he murmured in response.
Steven drifted in trance as Vera and Sue consulted further. "She's ready to go now," Vera told her sister.
"Aren't we going to dress her in women's things?" Sue asked.
"Not yet...she's not ready. Besides think of the arousing embarrassment for her, to be paraded around town with curly hair, fully made-up, and still in male attire, flat-chested and all!" Vera stopped to think for a bit. "Here's an idea--take her shopping this evening...just like this. Have her pick out what she'd like to wear!"
"You are devious...is that what you did with Tiffany?"
"Oh, no--I had definite ideas about what kind of girl I wanted my son to be...most especially something that would annoy his father, my ex-husband!" Vera explained.
"Will you join us on our little shopping expedition?" Sue asked.
"That should be just between you two, I think," Vera replied. "Oh, but there's one more thing I have to do with Stephanie before you leave."
She turned back to the still-entranced man-woman. "Stephanie...from now on, when you hear the words stiff as a board, you will immediately have a massive erection--one you cannot get rid of. Only a real woman can relieve you of it, by riding you to orgasm herself. Only when she comes will you come.
And that is why you are Stephanie Stay-hard."
Vera grinned at her sister. "You ought to have fun with that, I think!"
"Indeed! Wake her up, will you...we have a long night of shopping ahead of us!"
Vera spoke to Steven, now Stephanie. "Wake up, sweetie! Time to go!"
The transformed man's lovely eyes fluttered open and saw his new face for the first time. "Oh, thank you, Miss Vera--I'm beautiful!"
Sue smiled. "That you are, darling...now, hurry up. We have shopping to do!"
More to come
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