BEING FOUND OUT WHILE SHOPPING

BY STATS

Being Found Out

My very best friend Stacey and our mutual friend Michelle had discovered

only yesterday that I am a transvestite. Because Anne disrupted the

department with her unexpected and unintended announcement of her pregnancy

I got flustered at the sight of Michelle's shoes which were identical to the

ones on my feet under my desk at that time. Although they didn't get to see

any of my female attire they knew something was amiss. The next day, at

dinner, (We have every dinner to celebrate Friday as often as we can) they

disclosed that they found out about my secret and have decided to give me a

coming out party. I am to be dressed in a few things Michelle had brought

from my apartment. They have arranged to have the women's restroom cleared

so they could suitably attire and prepare me.

The Aftermath

In less than a half an hour I am transformed into a feminine form that

surpassed anything I had achieved in my twenty years dressing as a woman.

Michelle hypnotizes me and before the dinner is over I am speaking and

acting like I had been female all my life. We then play the game of dare.

In the next few hours I have bought sanitary napkins at a convenience store,

selected my very own perfume, "Evolution", had my hair styled and colored to

match Stacey's, and paid a visit to our office where we ran into my boss. He

didn't have a clue that my new vivacious character, Helena, was really his

meek and mild mannered employee, Dave. At the movie we run into Anne who

through a slip from Michelle learns of my identity. That night, with the

help of Michelle's hypnotic suggestion, Stacey and I ravage each other

followed by revealing the details of our hidden love. In the morning we

realize Michelle was really behind the whole thing and wake her up with a

full-scale sex orgy. They then dress me up in Michelle's notorious red mini

dress to go on a shopping trip.

The Trip

I could just not believe I was sitting in the front seat of my car between

these two gorgeous women on my way to a mall to buy clothes for my female

wardrobe. What made it all the more incredible was that I was wearing

Michelle's red mini dress. My artificial breasts were clamped together with

Michelle's special red bra revealing an abundant amount of cleavage as I so

often admired on her when she showed up at the office. As I looked down to a

24 inch waist - the corset was as tight as the two girls could get it -, my

broadened hips and the dress clinging to my thighs, there is a stirring in

my crotch. My long red nails rested on each of my sheer red nylons pointing

toward Michelle's red strap shoes announcing my red toenails. This was just

too much. Stacey gently places her left hand over mine and asks me what I

am thinking about. I comment that I really didn't think I would be able to

get Michelle's size seven shoes on my size eight feet, but will just die

when we reach the mall and I have to take them off. Michelle interrupts

with "First stop will be to the shop I bought those to get you a proper

size. Then it is off to have your ears pierced." I might be able to wear

them while sitting but there is no way I could walk in the mall with them

given the painful performance I displayed getting from Michelle's apartment

to my car. Anyway, wearing Stacey's white pumps will be a turn-on in

itself.

We decide to go to a mall in the big city about 100 miles from us. Given

the experience with Ann in the movie theater last night I really don't want

to run into anyone else who would recognize Michelle and Stacey. There is

no way they would recognize me, but the dress now, that is another matter.

It is a good hour and a half drive to the mall at the big city. I start the

conversation with "You both pretty well have complete information about my

fantasy. What are your fantasies?"

Michelle goes first. "I have always enjoyed convincing people to do things

that they should do but were too hung up to go for it. I only wish I had

the money to complete my psychology degree at college. I very much would

enjoy hearing about people's hang-ups and being instrumental in helping them

come to grips with them. Helena, once I realized that my very dear friend,

Dave, led a closet existence, all I could think about was how could I help.

I would not lend my favorite dress to another person on the face of the

earth."

"Was the performance this morning a therapy session?" I said with a smile on

my face.

"When you two woke me up, I thought I was still dreaming, I thought you

would be too wrapped up in each other to be bothered with little ol' me.

Stacey may not have had a lesbian experience until this morning but when she

ran her tongue time and again over the ridges in the top of my mouth, I

thought I would pass out from sheer pleasure"

"Are we sure we want to talk about this while we are driving", Stacey says

as she rubs her thighs together a couple of times.

Michelle continues, "Then your sweet gentle gyrations slowly gravitating to

my pleasure spot was too much. I thought you would never arrive where I

wanted you and no matter how I twisted and turned I could not get you there

any quicker than you wanted. By the time you reached home plate, I felt I

had arrived from a journey that had taken me most of my life. What could I

do, I would have stayed for that orgasm even if the building was as much on

fire as I was. Then you stopped. I tried to yell for you to continue but

Michelle had her tongue fully in the way. My hips had a life of their own

in search of the great mouth of pleasure but it was nowhere to be found.

Finally, as my desperation reached epic proportions you slide your wonderful

tool into me, a sword finally finding its sheath. I gripped for all I was

worth and locked my legs behind you to make sure you would not escape. I

would have rather you pull an arm off of me than unplug my vagina."

"I noticed", I reply, "If you had pressed any harder, I would have spent the

weekend in your womb." I turn to Stacey and noticed she was in trouble,

rubbing her legs together was not enough. "I think Stacey needs to be

tended too" I whisper as she opens her legs for me to rub an incredibly wet

pair of panties. "Just continue while I see what is bothering Stacey", I

add while slowly sliding the red nails of my left hand up her inner thigh.

Stacey is looking at me through glazed eyes and her mouth is partly open.

She is panting.

Michelle says, "that is unfair. How can I drive with all these smells and

sounds bombarding me." Then, after giving us a side-glance to see if we

were still listening she chuckles and continues "Once I realized that Stacey

was determined to have a lesbian experience I decided it had to be memorable

for her. So I take my right hand and gently explore each of her breasts.

After her nipples are fully extended I see your hand come forward to milk

one just like you were torturing me, so I decide to explore downwards,

teasingly slow."

Stacey interrupts with a long moan and her body shudders uncontrollably.

Two of my fingers trace circles on her mound as she removes her obstructing

panties.

Michelle now continues but it sounds more like instructions than a

recollection. "My fingers brush by her love button and I wait a few

moments for her to consider whether it was deliberate or just an accident."

I repeat the procedure on Stacey as her hips begin to piston. "After a

meaningful pause while I rub a few other things, pull a few hairs, I then

grab her clitoris between my finger and thumb and feel all around like I

have never touched or seen one before." I imagine that this is the first

time I have touched Stacey's crotch and repeat the instructions as close as

possible. "I now realize that by pressing the button in and out,

alternating with a slow circular movement from time to time, that I can get

juices from below to lubricate my activities." Stacey's mouth is wide open

as she spasms toward an orgasm with the force of a locomotive. "I now

explore to find where all the wetness is coming from." My fingers trace the

lips of her labia noting that they are completely soaked. "Oh," Michelle

says with a look of wonderment on her face, "There is a hole there, let us

go in to see what is inside."

I follow her descriptions. "I can feel a protrusion like thing with a hole

in the bottom," I say in a clinical tone of voice.

Michelle responds "No, that is her cervix, there is no action there. Come

forward a little bit. Careful now, curl your fingers up and gently rub up

and down. Remember you have long nails now so be very gentle." Stacey

explodes in my arms as Michelle adds "Oh damn, you found her G-spot already.

That is too bad. We could have tortured her for a few minutes while we

searched all the nooks and crannies for it. Well there is always next

time".

I give Stacey the most passionate kiss in my being. She responds with "Yes,

that was exactly the way it happened - far better than telephone sex. How

much do we owe you for the session, Michelle? Helena, how did you go

through that without getting aroused? I fully expect us to be so bonded

together with our seatbelts we would have to call the AAA to get us

uncoupled."

"The way you ladies have me trussed up I am numb from the waist down.

Besides all I could think about was that I would make a mess of Michelle's

dress. But I was with you in spirit."

"You mess up my dress and I will detach your 'messer' from your body and it

will be classified as a road kill by the time I am through with it. O.K.,

that is my story. Time for Stacey to say something if she didn't damage her

mind with that last orgasm"

Stacey hugs my arm as she starts. "Until last night I really didn't have

any ambitions. To be honest, I was frustrated with my job, my family, the

men in my life, my life in general. I guess I was waiting for something to

happen. You guys have been the only stable factor in this poor girl's life.

I was terrified to change my relationship with you two, feeling if you left

I would have nothing. Today, I am truly a new person. Now that I think

about it I want to spend the rest of my life with you two. Dave, I want to

marry, have your children, and nurse them and you until I start to moo.

Your words to Anne about precious little lives and being proud of them has

just now reached home. Holy cow, did that really come from me?"

Stacey adds, "Which one of you is going to wear the wedding gown."

I add, "Maybe we could have a three way ceremony- we really looked sharp

when we dressed as a team last night. If not, I'll fight you for who gets

to wear this dress at the wedding."

"We could have a contest to see who gets the most male guests to orgasm, the

bride, the groom, or maid of honor," offers Stacey but to be fair we will

have to take turns at each.

We are all laughing. I give Michelle a loving kiss. "I don't know how this

will work out but I am in love with you too." Stacey adds "Me too,

Michelle."

There are tears forming in Michelle's eyes as she turns into the mall

parking lot. Stacey consoles her after we change places so I can put on

Stacey's white pumps for our trip out to the mall.

"Wait a minute gang. I am serious. Stacey, did you just say you want to

marry me?"

She meekly replies "Yes, Dave."

"What about my fetish, I really don't know where this is taking me at the

moment. I have never been more content about who I am than right now. What

if I decide I want to live as a woman the rest of my life."

"Dave, it really doesn't matter except I would like to have your children

before any decision you make to remove that possibility. Dave, simply put,

I am madly in love with you?"

"Wow! Stacey, I want to spend the rest of my days with you, will you marry

me?"

"Yes, Dave or Helena or whoever you are"

"Congratulations, you two," says Michelle. "We will need to spend some time

at the bridal shop as well."

"Hold on there Michelle," I say, "you are not off the hook yet. Michelle,

are you in love with me?"

"How can you ask me that in the same breath that you propose to Stacey?"

"I didn't ask you if you had any questions, I simply asked you if you were

in love with me?"

Michelle was silent for a long while, then she starts to cry.

"I ask you again, are you in love with me?"

"Yes, Dave, I have been in love with you for a couple of months."

"I am in love with you too. That you have a gorgeous body, is a given. But

your concern, your gentleness, you sense of humor, your affection for

Stacey, your beautiful personality, these are all the reasons I am deeply in

love with you. Will you marry me?"

"How can I say yes, you and Stacey have just said yes."

"If I had asked you first, would you have said yes?"

"Yes"

I don't know how things got this way but I noticed that in addition to

Stacey and I looking like twin sisters, I seem to have bonded with her in a

way that we both followed the same thought processes. It was quite expected

when Stacey takes Michelle's hand and says, "Michelle, we both love you, and

I am completely under your spell as well. The three of us fit together so

perfectly. Without you there will be a void that we could never fill. Will

you marry me?"

"But that is impossible", Michelle replies.

"Forget what anyone thinks. We have persuaded Helena to do things that she

wants to do that are quite impossible. Look at her glow. It is the right

thing? If you were alone with me in a foreign city where female marriages

were common, would you marry me?

"Yes, without hesitation."

"Well," Stacey concludes, "we have a real problem here. The three of us

want a marriage relationship and to spend the rest of our lives together,

but we don't have a socially acceptable way of doing that. The problem is

the rest of the world, not us. So leave it to me. I predict that by the

end of the year, nine months from now that:

Helena will be in the middle of hormone treatment to acquire her own breasts

and female figure. But she will decide that she wants to keep that

wonderful thing between her legs. Shy reclusive Dave will quit his job and

vibrant sexy Helena will go into sales.

I will be pleasantly bloated with Dave's child. I will be content with my

job, actually Dave's current job, learning how to administer a small firm..

Michelle will be in college completing her psychology degree.

And, the three of us will be married under some jurisdiction.

That is the game plan, folks, do I hear any discussion on the issue."

"None. Do I hear a second to the motion to adopt the game plan"

"I second the motion", responds Michelle.

"Any objections? No, motion carried. O.K. now that we have that out of the

way let us get back to the care free shopping trip we promised Helena."

I never realized what a natural leader Stacey was. Here we had gotten

ourselves all serious with major decisions in our life that did not conform

to any social norm I was aware of and wham the next thing I know, everything

has been taken care of and there is nothing important in my life but trying

on shoes.

The Mall

Both Stacey and Michelle wore casual yet dressy attire. The three of us

looked compatibly dressed but they had dressed down in order that I would

stand out. I could tell, it was I in the notorious red mini dress that

captured every male eye as we walked side by side. I kept getting hints

from both sides to ignore the stares. "Just pretend you are in a snow suit

so surely no one is looking at you." Reaches me in a whisper. I am certain;

not a single person who walked passed me didn't stare at my breasts. I was

curious and asked Stacey if my hind end swayed at all. "Like a lantern on a

ship in a gale" she replied.

The first stop was the shoe store where Michelle had bought her shoes a few

months back. She tells the sales lady that she remembered trying on a pair

of shoes a while back that had three inch heels, had a series of several

straps all about a quarter inch wide. The lady pointed out a pair on

display in black. Then Michelle says, "Helena, I was right this is where I

saw those shoes, come over here." And to the lady "we are looking for them

in red".

"Obviously to match that beautiful dress" she says and after getting my size

she disappears into the back. Like any good salesperson, she returns not

only with the shoes but also with a couple of others to try on. I am

certain she is turned on by my profile and spends just a little to long

holding my nyloned legs while fitting the shoes. I am instructed to walk

and show them off. I pose as I have been tutored. The look I already knew

but the feel, oh the feel, these were my shoes. It sure beat those sessions

I had as Dave where I would try to explain that I was shopping for my wife,

girlfriend, sister, or whoever else sprung into my guilty mind.

I try on the other pairs, chosen to support the proposition that red strap

shoes were made just for me. I tell her we will take them but my two

compatriots decide that I have not spent enough time in this store. "Don't

you also need to replace the brown shoes with the badly damaged heel?" says

Stacey all concerned.

Michelle adds, "you should replace them with a nice tan shoe." Between the

three of us, we try on fifteen pairs of shoes before they declare that there

nothing in the store that we can't live without. Outside, I ask them why

Stacey didn't buy those brown pumps that looked absolutely adorable on her

or why they didn't let me get the elegant tan shoes that made my feet look

incredibly narrow. Michelle gives me a lesson in female logic by simply

replying, "because we don't know what the other stores have."

The next stop is the earring shop. I know I am going to have my ears

pierced, there is no doubt about it. However, the back of mind is still

rebelling. It is one more nail in Dave's coffin. A faint image crosses my

mind, me standing in front of the mirror on Monday morning with panic

written all over my face. I am still trying to think of some way to say I

change my mind when the needle goes through my left ear. I am just about to

suggest that I should try only one ear at this time when the needle goes

through my other ear. The studs are inserted and we buy a nondescript set

of zircon earrings.

I can't tear my eyes off of my new red shoes and I say over and over to

myself, I don't think I will ever take these off, my feet are works of art.

I am so wrapped up with my feet that the girls watch me sway ahead giggling

at their new creation. About ten feet after I turn a corner I bump into

this man, and I hear "New shoes, Stacey! They are stunning." I look up at

my co-worker and gasp "Bob!!". He continues with "I see Michelle has let

you wear her red dress..." and stops to stare at Michelle and Stacey who now

comes into view behind me and simultaneously yell, "BOB." I realize we have

blown my cover as Stacey's sister has never met Bob. I start to get dizzy

and feel myself sway. Bob's wife, Kathy, who is next to Bob, catches me.

Not knowing what is going on she insists we all go over to the coffee shop

so this poor girl can recover.

In 30 minutes over coffee we get our story out to Bob and his wife. We can

think of no story that would cover up this situation, so we decide we have

to tell the truth. At the end Bob just shakes his head in disbelief. Kathy

says, "There is no way I can believe you are a man, Helena. I am so

unbelievably turned on to this, where can I get a cleavage like that? Bob,

I think we are going to have to go right home. Are there any motels on the

way?" Turning to him she adds "Would you do this for me, Bob?"

"Kathy, you know I would do anything for you but I can assure you, you would

not be turned on even if I had a entire studio makeup team work on me for a

week."

He continues, "Dave, the only way people will not notice the changes on

Monday morning is if you show up as Stacey. But Stacey, I don't think you

will make a passable Dave. How are you going to undo your changes?

"I don't really know, Bob. I can tell you though I feel more natural like

this than I ever felt as Dave"

"I can see that Dave.....Helena, you are vibrant, the shine in your eyes

tell me everything. It is as if you have had a personality transplant.

Thank God, it was me and not Russ or Jim who saw you. Your identity would

now be known in several states by now. Dave, you have to come to grips with

what you want to do. If I were in your shoes, now settle down Kathy, I

would talk to our boss - I don't know how John will react but I don't think

you have any choice. Anyway, for what it is worth this chance encounter

never took place as far as I am concerned. We have to go before Kathy rapes

me on the floor right here."

After they leave Stacey goes to get us a coffee refill. I am gloomy.

Michelle kisses me on the back of my hand and tells me we have another ally

in Dave, it he survives to Monday morning with what Kathy has in store for

him. She tells me she is proud of me. She then lifts my chin and tells me

to smile. I try my best but I need more than just a kiss to get me out of

my cellar. The only thing that gave us away is that Bob thought you were

Stacey. You have to admit your own mother would not recognize you. So

then, what is your problem?"

I tell her "I am scared. One moment I am so happy being a beautiful female.

But every where we go people find out I am really Dave because of some

mistake that has been made. I am terrified of what will happen Monday

morning. I am afraid that you will lose interest in me. Stacey will

decide she really doesn't want a chick with a dick. My mother will feel

shame for me. My sister will scorn me. The other guys at the office will

pity me as if I were something less than human. The girls in the office

will feel I am nothing more than someone to talk about behind my back. I

will be destitute. I will lose this beautiful body. I will grow old

alone."

"We will never leave you Helena.," Michelle says. "Believe in Stacey's

Plan. It gives each of us what we want. It is the only way the three of us

can be full-time friends and lovers. Our three minds can conquer anything.

Tell me what is the most urgent problem you have?"

"Showing up for work on Monday morning without attracting attention."

"O.K.", she says, "that will be our sole topic on the way home. It will be

solved before we arrive at my apartment so we can have a carefree Saturday

evening on the town and a quite Sunday fucking each other into oblivion."

I suddenly feel better.

"Can we skip Saturday and just go straight to the Sunday agenda when we get

home," Stacey comments as she deposits three cappuccinos on the table.

"What is on our schedule for the rest of this evening?"

"Well," Michelle muses, "I thing our sex goddess here needs lingerie, sleep

wear, another pair of shoes, casual wear, and some cosmetics. I think we

should postpone the engagement ring shopping until another time."

I add, "Don't forget a trip to the powder room." My time sitting on the

john in the ladies room is the first time I have been away from Stacey and

Michelle. I reflect on what has been said. Michelle is right. Stacey's

plan is better by a mile than any other alternatives I can think up. We

need to concentrate on one problem at a time if we are to come up with

solutions. I would rather be here with them now than any of the boring

1,000 weekends since I was first aware of my feminine side. They both are

in love with me and I am in love with them. If we stick together and help

each other our bonds will only grow.

I glide back to the table fully aware of the alarms going off all around me,

not so much because of my breath-taking dress and shoes but because of the

female body language that radiates from my being. I am a girl with a

posture and a purpose. That purpose is to make every moment I live the most

spectacular I can imagine.

"Ladies, every man in this mall needs to have a fantasy tonight, and it is

not only our duty, but our contribution on behalf of the female sex to give

each something to remember us by. Lead on to the lingerie department

Stacey, lets see how many males we can put in head braces."

I now have no concerns. If I have to show up Monday morning in a skirt and

blouse it will be because that was the best solution we could come up with.

I know I am going to show up Monday morning because Michelle will be there

in this very dress, her cleavage just like mine and her derriere swinging

just as wildly as mine. However, she won't have any underwear on.

As we pass one of those photo booths, I summon the other two girls. "We

need a couple of pictures to document the genesis of our path of male

destruction at this mall."

Every shop and every article is blazed in my memory. I can not remember

when I have been so excited about clothes. There was one dress I just fell

in love with. The girls looked at each other and said that would only be

suitable for wearing to an office. I knew that, but I just had to have it.

Let me describe it for you. It was purple of all colors. A fine knit that

started with a sweater like high collar that gave the illusion of a thin

neck. My breasts were prominent, it fitted perfectly hugging my chest,

waist and hips to give each a smooth accented line. My arms looked thin in

the long sleeves. It shaped my butt and thighs into the most feminine form

I could imagine. I had Stacey try it, it looked devastatingly sumptuous on

her, and she knew it. There was no doubt in my mind she would be borrowing

my power dress. We found a pair of reddish purple pumps and a matching

handbag after a mere hour and a half of shopping.

We make three trips back to my car. Two were to unload packages and one

was to give Michelle a quick fix when I got a little too carried away in

modeling some rather sexy sleepwear at Fantasy Wares. Stacey graciously

offered to do the messy part of bringing Michelle to the crest while I

merely whispered interesting suggestions in her ear and confirmed Stacey's

count of 16 ridges on the top of her mouth. We didn't worry about being

seen as it was quite dark outside and there were no cars within a 100 feet

of us. It was a good thing, as the sounds of her ecstasy carried at least

that far.