Marie, A Girl Continued

This story is a continuation of Marie's First Time.

Regrettably, next day when we were reliving the events of the previous evening my wife announced now that I had experienced some of the joys of femininity she now expected me to cherish the memory but we would never have an encore performance. I was inwardly crushed but I was able to obtain some photos from the party and cut one down to wallet size, which I kept for many years as a small reminded of my first fully feminine adventure. I would not be able until many years later after we had three children - all girls - learned many another aspects of femininity. Was surrounded by this crew until the girls departed the nest and my wife suddenly passed away. Shortly afterward the girls came and cleaned out all my wife's things and I was left with an enormous walk-in rosewood closet with a full length beveled mirror and the delicate fragrance of her numerous flower caches. This started me into on exploration of my femininity, which had been dormant for twenty-four years.

During the next few weeks I recalled all the preparations for the Halloween Show Girl Team and mentally relived the preparation and the excitement and thrill of that evening in my mind. Without my "Girl Guide Partner," my first purchases were tentative and always mixed with other purchases. It took a few trial runs to determine my girl sizes (36B, eight in panties and skirts, and ten in dresses and twelve in well tailored ladies suits (skirts had to be taken in). The lingerie collection gradually grew to become came a rainbow of matching colors. The same with shoes and purses and of course a few good quality wigs. Although I had the run of the house and could do the housekeeping chores a la femme, and could walk outside on the two acres of property and travel down the driveway to deposit or pickup the mail my inner soul yearned for some female companionship and appreciation as well as makeup tips and feminine training. I was yearning to go out into the world and experience the life I had forgone those many years. The "web to the rescue."

It took me a few weeks of frustration and missed starts before I came up with my "Fairy Godmother." Finally after several weeks/month of searching under various terms, located the website of a makeup artist who also does photoshoots a few hours away. Made an appointment and began preparations including culling my wardrobe and purchasing a special outfit. On my arrival day, I was met by the "artist," an extremely friendly and lively woman who shortly I would learn was totally understanding and highly supportive of Marie. I was thrilled but also a little anxious as I entered this new world.

After a few minutes of chatting with a glass of wine in hand, I began the conversion from Bruce to Marie. Shave, shower, dusting powder, wig, lingerie, and dressing gown followed by a full professional makeover. Then we selected the outfits beginning with casual walking-out togs, moved to day dresses, then a stylish business suit, a wonderful cocktail number all with the appropriate jewelry, accessories, shoes and purses. There were camera shots galore, some posed but many candid as Marie transitioned from the casual afternoon shopping outfit through each of the progressively for feminine images.

I was in seventh heaven as someone coined ages ago. We eventually graduated to an off the shoulder low bodice ball gown worth matching shawl. Did I tell you the background music during the journey evolved to match the mood setting of each outfit. Totally enticed by this new and wonderful world changed back to a nice up-scale shopping outfit and departed for a light dinner at a warm, friendly and cozy restaurant. The three of us – my artist’s husband had joined us for dinner. Then a walk along the lakeside boardwalk with the evening breeze gently blowing my skirt and caressing my well rounded breasts with just a touch of cleavage showing. The clicking of our heels was the musical backdrop. The night was not over!! After Brad – the husband went back to work, we girls headed back to the studio and another whole chapter of delight and femininity awaited, although I was unaware at the time and due to the trance of euphoria I was in. Nothing could be better, I thought. I proved to be delightfully incorrect.

Upon pulling up at the studio my "Girl Guide" suggested I take a leisurely "soak" and she would be back in 45 minutes for another training lesson. Before ascending the stairs to her house, she chirped over her shoulder that I would find everything a lady needed in the bath off the studio and available myself of anything and everything I found finishing up with the reminder she would be back in 45 minutes and expected to fine a perfectly smooth skinned and moisturized “Marie” waiting for another chapter in femininity. With cheerful directions I slipped off my heels dangled them in one hand and with purse in other and flew up the stone steps.

As I entered the bath-suite, and that was what is was – the lights slow came on and climbed to a pleasant pinkish hue and soft music filling the air. I was stunned and captivated. Taking one last-long look in the full-length wall mirror, I carefully removed the walking-out dining outfit carefully hanging it on a cushioned and perfumed hangar. There were several. Each displaying a separate article of intimate apparel, including a short pink dressing gown, and a black satin sleeping gown and matching black negligee. Next to this mini-alcove was velvet covered cushioned stool. On it laid a black bra and panty plus a pair of near black thigh highs. The tub had been half drawn and the water was barely warm so on with the hot water tap and then in with the bottle of bubble bath that was perched on the side. While waiting a quick face cleaning and shave, then slide into the foaming delightful smelling blue liquid. There was a small book title “How to be a Girl.”

Only a quick perusal was allowed as only 20 minutes were left before my hostess would return. Gingerly, I stepped out of the porcelain tub and using the giant sized pink bath towel, dried and powered my smooth skin paying particular attention to my shoulders, throat and cleavage area. Then on with the lacy bra and equally lacy panties followed by carefully rolling the thigh-highs up taking special care not the cause a run in these gossamer encasements. Then the black heels and the thigh-length dressing gown.

Just as I was brushing my hair, I heard the chimes from the studio door and the cheerful voice of my hostess calling my name, "Marie, are you decent?" I quickly chirped back a positive reply and entered the studio and took a sit in the makeup chair where my face again become a palette of femininity and if I may say so, when finished glamorous.

As I stood in front of the full-length mirror, once more my hostess came behind me, wrapped a black satin and bone corset around my waist and began working the laces. She had me turn away from the mirror as she was performing this piece of magic. When finished, she added a pearl necklace, matching dangling earrings, ring and bracelet and a cloud of perfume from the crown of my carefully casually brushed hair down to my now naturally-enhanced cleavage. Then I was allowed to gracefully turn back to the mirror which she had now opened to it three full panels. A vision of femininity in spirit and body looked back. I was flabbergasted at the level of artistry my hostess had achieved and absolutely taken back by Marie.

Lastly, I was guided to a nearby bed and directed to strike several girly poses, while my hostess snapped pictures in a rapid suggestion. She then exited the studio and turning off the light, wished me a night full of wonderful dreams. Luxurious in the memories of the day and evening, I drifted off to a restful sleep.


I invite all Femulate readers to share their first crossdressing experience. Try to recall that moment the first time you tried on a woman’s garment and began the process of unveiling and exploring your feminine self. To entice you to share your first time story, I will give away a free copy of my e-book Fantasia Fair Diaries to all whose stories I use in Femulate.

Wearing Alexander Wang.

Hans Anton, professional femulator, circa 1910