My fantasy is to reach a level of acceptance with my wife where we can get ready for a romantic dinner date together.
First we'll get mani-pedis during a spa day together--and agree on French tips for both toes and fingers. When we get home we'll share a bubble bath. After lazily relaxing in the hot water for a bit over a glass of wine, we'll each ensure we are smooth, hair-free and silky. As I sit behind her I reach around to lightly brush her nipples with my beautiful nails, a new experience for her. The rush of femininity in seeing my pretty hands and feet gets me hard instantly, and my wife deftly maneuvers me into her. Caressing her nub while reaching around, I try to be careful not to hurt her with my new talons. It seems to work, as she comes violently in less than a minute, and I join her a few seconds later. As she eases off of me, she says teasingly, “That was only partially ladylike—now put that thing away until later. You are my sexy girlfriend tonight and I don’t want to ruin the illusion!”
After we gently pat each other dry, we sensuously massage some delicious and fragrant body cream on every inch of each other’s smooth bodies. I’m so jealous of her perfect figure and beautiful breasts, wishing I had my own. I’ve gotten my weight down to a point that, with the breast forms and some strategic padding, I look OK, but without more radical enhancements, I have no chance to look as good. But I try my best! The body cream has a hint of shimmer and a lovely scent making me feel ultra-feminine.
As we apply our makeup, we'll tease each other sexily over who will look hotter in our newly purchased cocktail dresses. Clearly she'll be more beautiful, but I always enjoy when she says my legs are prettier--an advantage of my height.
She takes pity on me...my still rookie efforts at makeup pale next to her impeccable application and sexy look. After she helps me straighten one eyelash, and perfect my smoky eyeshadow, she coifs my wig so it's perfect. We admire ourselves in the mirror for a moment, and retire to our individual walk-in closets. I opt for a Boston Proper dress, peplum style, with sheer nude hose and a pair of sparkly closed-toe platform pumps in a shade that is perfectly complimentary. I open the new package of pantyhose and begin to draw them up my legs, trying to be careful as I am not used to the nails. I’m trying a new brand—Calvin Klein Infinite Sheer—and they feel heavenly on my legs. After simulating cleavage with a Nubra and adding the rest of my shapewear, the dress fits beautifully. Some jewelry adds color, and then I step into my pumps—my favorite part! This outfit really came together, I think to myself. From further than 5 feet away, I think I can pass as a woman! Still need to work on the voice, but overall, there is nothing masculine remaining in the image I see in the mirror.
I'm breathing a little shallowly given the corset restriction, but the hourglass look it gives me is worth it. I add a black shawl with a bit of sparkle to camouflage my wider shoulders, grab my clutch, and emerge to find her looking amazing...
We both blurt out, "OMG, you look incredible!"