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Author's Note: This is a story I wrote a couple of years ago...

Mmm, this feels like a novella to me, it feels longer than usual. I have been reluctantly saving this 'Wheel' for some special imaginary occasion, some wonderful happy occurrence that, well, hasn't come up yet, ha... but it will and I will wish I saved it.

I originally wrote these two little fantasies of mine (Watching, um, makeup tutorials and going to a nail salon with a lover) and built a whole story around it.

This story is about a reluctant crossdresser who moves in with a man while their girlfriends go away for work together. I hope YOU like it.

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"Come on I want you to wear one of those long flowing dresses that I find hanging up to dry."

"Wait, what are we doing, why do you want me to dress up?"

"Will you stop, I want you in something overly feminine, one of those dresses you never show me but I know you love. Just put one on."

Talula, well Lula, my girlfriend was calling me, wanted me in a dress, she wanted me with my longer nails and full makeup. She never wanted to see me dressed as a woman anymore. When she found out I was cross-dressing she was so angry, she didn't talk to me for four days.

I didn't talk to HER for a month.

"So you keep this a secret from me? What is wrong with you?"

"I just didn't want to talk about it. If you didn't walk in on me unannounced you would never of known."

"I would have found out, stop it. I don't like this at all, look at you."

"Then go, I don't care. This is what I do, I have been a crossdresser, a transvestite, whatever since I was seven. I have known you for fourteen months." And I asked her to leave my apartment, I wasn't loud, I wasn't even that disappointed. She was mad at me for keeping a secret, but I forgave her for lying to me that she stopped smoking. I forgave her for denting my car and blaming someone else. I forgave her for a lot of things I shouldn't have and now she was angry I wore dresses? Ya gotta be kiddin' me.

After she left I went into my bedroom and changed from a black skirt and white blouse, into my sparkly blue dress and matching heels, I painted my nails, I closed my eyes and relaxed with a Bay Breeze in my beautiful bedroom. I then smiled in my mirror, I wouldn't even miss her. I was just disappointed I had to do all this alone, I was enjoying having a partner.

That was a whole year ago.

*

Lula and I had been living together for the last eight months. We bought in on a house together, she wanted to flip it. Lula was good with money, good with real estate, she was just okay at relationships, with people. Once I realized that I made peace with it, I knew what to expect.

I had a surprise for her, it was just five hours away. She needed a break. I wanted to thank her for letting me dress up for her, but I wanted to know why first.

When I got home she was getting some things ready for before dinner, she was cutting cheese, cold cuts, she was pouring chips into bowls. She was busy and she was never busy, well at least not when she was at home.

She was talking, she wasn't looking at me. I was used to that. "And do something with your hair, wear it up. I've seen pictures of you like that. You are so girlie, I love that."

"You've seen pictures of me?"

She called me this afternoon from work, she wanted to have dinner, she wanted to see me in a dress. She wanted to see how convincing I was as a female. All of a sudden she was interested, all of a sudden she needed to see me in heels and hear my femme voice. I knew she was up to something, she was making me very uncomfortable.

"Take your time, we can eat late, I want you perfect. Put on those flowered earrings too. I want to see my sexy girlfriend. Um, what's her name anyway?"

I didn't want to tell her, I knew it would come up in later conversations with her friends, her family, even old boyfriends.

Months ago, after I told her I didn't want to see her anymore, she called constantly. She cried, she didn't know why I was being so difficult. Why I didn't want to be with her again.

"I thought everything was fine. Didn't we have fun, didn't we used to at least like each other?"

I still wouldn't talk to her, I moved on with my life. My job was busy, my parents were moving away, I was going to be alone in LA. I was excited to finally let my girl side out, completely out, I didn't need her, I needed someone more supportive. Somebody to do things together, somebody who would go away with me.

Slowly we started to see each other again. She needed a date to a wedding, I would pick her up when her car was being repaired, I took her out to dinner, I took her to shows, the parks, the zoos. I knew what she liked. So what if I liked wearing women's clothes, so what if I was obsessed with pantyhose, stockings, lipstick. If she couldn't come to terms with it then I wanted no part of her, she could find another attentive, affectionate, low maintainance boyfriend.

"And make sure you put on those long plastic nails, god I can't believe you can do anything with them on."

So I did. So I did what she asked, she was relatively nice to me since we bought the house together. We had separate bedrooms, but our lives were mostly shared, well when we saw each other, it was okay, I was glad I let her back into my life. But, now she wants to see me in a dress, in heels, with long nails? She wanted me to wear my hair up? What the heck.

*

I told her before I changed, that if she wanted me to dress for dinner there had to be a couple of ground rules. First, she would have to be nice. Second, she would have to use the correct pronouns, and third, she would have to call me Sabrina.

"Sabrina? Really? Ugh!"

"I thought you were going to be nice?"

"I am, I am, I'm just kidding. I would of thought a guy who wears dresses would have a sense of humor."

I gave her a look, I wasn't a guy in a dress and I did have a sense of humor, she was the one that was a little too dry, a little condescending. I was always the funny one in the relationship, but funny of course was relative.

I took a long shower, I plucked a few stray hairs that were on my thigh, my hip. My body was free of almost all hair already. I used to wax, and then my friend, Megan that paints my toenails at Fashion Center, convinced me to get it all removed. I was twenty-two when she started, I was twenty-five and a half when she finished. That night she exfoliated my face and painted my toenails, then we went out to celebrate, we went to a club. I was always in boy mode then, always when I was with Megan, and I met Lula, I introduced her to my esthetician, but of course, I didn't say that. I told her she was my friend from the neighborhood. We stayed drinking at the club the rest of the night, we all had to take a cab home. I was the first to get dropped off, I think. That was a year and a half ago, seems like a lifetime. That night I finally felt like an adult at twenty-five, Lula was five years older than me and she told me she felt like an adult when she turned eleven.

I washed my hair, I wasn't going to wear a wig tonight, If she wanted me to wear it up. I could easily pull a look off with my real hair, my long strawberry blonde. When it wasn't in a rubber band it went down past my shoulder blades. I took so many supplements for my hair and lashes, even my butt. Megan always gave them to me and I used every single one. I was at my vanity, my fluffy white robe around me and I was blow drying my hair and using a curling iron, I had been doing this for years. I don't know why I don't do this more often, now that the family was in Oregon, I felt a little free-er, a little more feminine. I felt I could play with and style my hair more. I smiled at my reflection, once I started the process of becoming feminine my facial features changed, my eyes, my smile, I looked more like a girl.

Next, I slipped on my strapless bra, size D. I put in my forms. I had three different types of breast forms, for different types of outfits, I was always prepared. I put on my waist cincher, it lost me three inches. Next, I put on my white panties and my nude pantyhose. I had on hip pads underneath. When Megan first suggested them at her salon years ago, I balked. I wanted to be natural, I wanted my body to just be me. I was being a proud crossdresser. She laughed as she grabbed my boobs, she tilted her head and made a face, so I reluctantly did what she suggested. I now have a perfect curvy feminine figure over my slightly thick frame. I was 5'8", 150 pounds, with nice round bottom and soft perfect shoulders.

Megan could have been my sister, we were the same height, weight, and shoe size, we could share clothes, she would bring in outfits for me to try on. I had so many pictures of me at her salon posing like a model, like a diva. I was almost always in Megan's clothes, her sister's bridesmaid dress, her neighbor's schoolgirl costume, even Mrs. Claus. Our only difference was our hair, I was strawberry blonde and Megan was a brunette. She always kept it short.

Megan taught me to do my makeup and it always took a while, I needed it to be perfect, I needed to concentrate.

"How much longer! What are you rebuilding from scratch?" Lula was yelling toward my closed door, my androgynous maroon room. I made a face in my mirror, she would have to wait, I didn't rush my makeup or my composure for anything.

I moved to the door, "Maybe another forty-five minutes, I'm sorry." I closed the door, heard her huff. She had only seen me completely dressed up twice since she walked in on me the first time. I wanted to be perfect for her, I wanted her to be proud of me. I figured if she was starting to get interested in my crossdressing I should be the best 'female' I could be. I was doing this for her. I even got her a gift to thank her, to thank her for letting me be myself. A week at The Orleans in Las Vegas, at the pool, at the slots, at the tables, was perfect for her, it was right up her alley.

I put on my foundation, I fixed and darkened my eyebrows, I put on my false lashes. I put on blue eyeliner, a little copper eye shadow, mauve lips. Sabrina was starting to appear in her mirror. After a couple of brushes, a little bit of wand action, and then fixing my hair, I then put it up. I loved that I could wear my hair up, the first time I did it, I came in my panties. Just looking at the woman in the mirror with whisps falling in front of her made-up face made me over excited, made me lose a little control. I couldn't believe I could look so feminine. Sometimes doing anything a little too girlie would make me excited and orgasm. I had a habit of moving my hands, playing with my hair, checking my nails, god, almost anything femme could make me hard then squishy. Hidden in my tight panties. I was constantly making them wet, when I wore boxers I very rarely thought about sex at all.

Now I took a deep breath and played with myself. I wouldn't be able to get through the rest of the night looking like a boy in my panties. I needed to be tucked and hidden away, once I came I would shrink once again and pray nothing takes me over the edge. I didn't need Lula making fun of me knowing I was getting excited just playing with my hair or nails.

"Ahh... Mmm..."

I could now concentrate and finish up. I piled my hair on top of my head with a clip, I added a little extension. I had a high little ponytail, it was cute, even cuter with the strands of blonde covering some of my ears and neck. I put on my big gold hoops, decorated with little pink flowers and leaves. I loved how they moved when I turned my head. Lula found them on my vanity while she was snooping, she told me they were a little over the top, too feminine. I just took them from her and shrugged, what did she know, she wore army green leggings and black t-shirts. I really didn't need clothing or accessory advice from her, I only took it from Megan.

I heard Lula again. "Where is the gin?"

Gin? She was going to make drinks? That was an even bigger surprise than her asking me to wear heels.

"I'm almost done, I will make something."

"Oh my god, you sound like such a girl already." I heard her groan as she moved further away from the door. What did she think, once I had my lips and eyes done, once I was in stockings, the voice came naturally. I have been practicing for years. I would call stores and restaurants to practice over the phone. I wouldn't feel comfortable until my voice was perfectly feminine.

I pulled one of my long dresses from the closet. I had a lot, they were the best. I had over a dozen of them. Flowers, patterns, light, long with a slit, those were so my favorite. The one I chose for tonight, is long and white with blue flowers. It had tiny little spaghetti straps holding it up making my breasts look perfect. There was a slit up the front showcasing my left leg, it went right up to the top of my perfect nylon thigh, it was very feminine and sexy. I then slipped on my four-inch nude pumps. I found my matching clutch.

Sitting back at my vanity I put on my long nails. I painted them nude to match my heels, to match my hidden toes. A squirt of my Gucci perfume, and then checked my hair, my lips, my breasts, my confidence. I was ready.

"Finally, I can hear you clicking in those heels." I heard her as I passed the empty bedrooms, walking down the winding stairs. I moved into the living room, she was setting up the little table, she had four glasses at the ready. I froze.

She turned, she was surprised. "Um, wow, you clean up pretty good, look at that leg, I am very impressed."

"Is someone coming over?"

She had a wicked smile on her face, she shrugged, the front door bell buzzed. "I guess so, ha." And she left me frozen.

***

When we moved into the too-big new house the plan was to sell it fast and move on to something else. We both owned apartments, we both had some money, it was a good idea. The LA neighborhood was a little trendy, a little crowded, but the houses were expensive and desirable. Lula assumed we would be in and out of the house in a year, or a little more.

She let me move my feminine things into one of the rooms, she said she didn't mind if I dressed up, she didn't mind at all. After our little disagreement, she became quite complacent. I was happy about that, I was moving on to the next stage of dressing. I was still so nervous around people, I was hoping it would be a growing and learning experience. I figured living with a woman would be great, I was hoping she was going to be more involved, I was hoping I would learn something from her, maybe the little bit of her womanly charm would rub off on me.

I was usually on my own, or visiting Megan at the salon and hiding in my car with my dark glasses, at least now I didn't always come home to an empty house.

***

I was hoping Lula wasn't going to tease me. I was still standing, holding my clutch, the air conditioning blowing on my bare shoulders and arms. The wisps of my hair slightly blew around my face. I looked like I was ready for the opera, the symphony, maybe even the opening of an art gallery, but that was just me.

"Oh my god, you look absolutely adorable. Are you going to church? Ha." Lula's friend Beth, took my hand, she moved my hair, looked in my eyes, my lips, she touched, then kissed my cheek with a loud smack. "I can't believe it, are you sure you are not a girl? Has someone checked?" She giggled, she put her hand close to my crotch and squeezed, I moved back and my heart started to beat three times as fast. If she tried hard enough she would have got a handful of absolutely nothing.

I looked past her, her boyfriend was behind her, he had a bemused smile on his face, I could tell he was as uncomfortable with this get-together as I was.

"So, Beth, Max, I want you to meet Sabrina. My roommate, ha. Well, my sexy roommate."

I tried to smile, I tried to not look uncomfortable as Max came over and lightly took my hand, "Hi, Sabrina, nice to meet you. I love your dress."

"So do I, and look at that leg action." Beth was looking down, my one exposed extremity, she lifted the fabric, both my legs were now on display. Everyone was looking at my high platform pumps, my perfectly smooth thighs, a tiny bit of my panty. I was hoping she would drop it soon, I felt myself tremble.

"Actually I am quite surprised, I didn't think she was going to look this gorgeous." Lula was shaking her head talking to Beth, looking at each part of my body, studying me. "Sabrina talk to us, let's hear that cutesy voice of yours."

I gave a quick glance to Max, then Beth, I was now on the spot, I was now shaking even more. I wasn't used to this kind of scrutiny, this kind of negative attention, I wasn't used to being a party favor. I think maybe I liked it hidden in my car with my visor down, wearing glasses. I just smiled and bit my lip, I don't even think I could have talked if I tried.

"Ha," Lula was giggling, "She is so shy, she is such a sweet little girl." She said in her sing-song voice.

Beth stood in front of me, "And look at her blush."

I decided I had to do something I had to get out from under their gaze. "Drinks?" I croaked, I looked at Max, he seemed the easier of the three to talk to.

"Sure, anything."

I walked into the kitchen, walked over to our little bar, started forgetting I had three people inside that were surprised to see me. Three people that knew I wasn't a woman under my long flowered dress. Three people that didn't know meeting them made my 'clit' shrink and hide.

*

I heard talking as I was making the pitcher of martinis.

"Lula, she is stunning. This is going to be so much fun." I heard moving around, some clinking, "Her shoulders and arms are perfect, she looks almost like a real woman, you should take her out more."

"I can't believe she has been hiding this side of herself since she was seven, can you imagine, she has been a girl since grammer school?"

Then I heard Max. "I can believe it."

I got ready to make an entrance, I knew they would all be watching me intentively again. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. When I dressed as a woman I became very feminine, my mannerisms and especially my walk. I hoped they didn't say anything mean, or make me feel even more vulnerable. I was hoping this was going to be an easy-going night with her friends. I didn't want to cry, I didn't want to have to sneak away and hide in the bathroom, dabbing my eyes, wishing I was far away. I was genuinely nice to everyone and I hoped and prayed that everyone was nice to me too, I deserved it, I had great karma.

I slid in as quietly as I could, my heels lightly clicking on the hardwood floor. As soon as I turned from the hall into the living room all eyes were upon me. I had the pitcher of gin martinis and my clutch under my arm. I slowly poured everyone a drink. The room was too quiet, my hands were starting to shake.

"I'll help." And then Max took the pitcher and filled the last two glasses, I smiled at him. Men were easier to be around, I learned that when I dressed at Megan's salon. They never wondered about what was behind the makeup, the outfits, they took everything at face value. They usually just lingered on my legs. Women tended to look deeper, women were much nosier.

"Thank you." Plop, plop. I put olives in all the glasses.

***

I remember the day I met Beth. I remember it vividly.

When I first started dating Lula she would take me out with her friends, she told me she didn't like to go alone. Two couples, the Marzen's and the Antonelli's. four whole people, Lula and I were five and six. We met for dinner, brunch, lunch, two to three times a week sometimes, it was nice. I loved having someplace to go, to mingle on a Tuesday, a Thursday night, sometimes even early Sunday mornings.

For over three months we tried new cocktails, listened to new music, heard old jokes. Her friends were fun, they seemed to like me right from the start. I was quiet anyway, I was a good listener. I used to make plans with the two husbands, sometimes I would do work for the two wives. I was an interior designer, I was quite busy, but whatever the two couples needed I did, or I found someone who would.

They always asked Lula and me when we were getting married, buying a house. They wanted to make this third couple official, they thought Lula was ready, ready to have kids, ready to settle down.

Then I met Beth.

She was beautiful, tall, had dark hair, and had a sensuous voice. She worked with Lula in her investment company, they had known each other since college. She knew everyone at the table.

Beth really wasn't like Lula at all. Lula was shorter, almost black hair, olive complexion, and she was all business, she was stiff, she was always doing some sort of deal in her mind, some complicated venture. Beth, on the other hand, was all party, all the time, she was the one that got drunk and took a cab home. She was the one that flirted with the waiter, the waitress, the bus boy, argued about the check. She also had a little mean streak, she could find your weakness and decimate you. Still, she was interesting, but she liked to tease me, and she always sat next to Lula. I was sort of pushed to the end of the table. I was across from no one, I was the 'Seventh Wheel.' I was unneeded.

Beth's boyfriend was busy, he worked hard, he owned his own business, he never came to the outings with the other couples. I was always wishing he would make an appearance. Soon I would try to talk to everyone but Beth sort of took over the conversations, I could barely be heard at the end of the table anyway. I started feeling funny, left out, I wasn't liking it anymore. Beth monopolized Lula's time and attention, I sat next to Beth looking at her back. I loved going out with the other couples but I couldn't take it anymore. I was sad about it so I asked Lula if I could stay home when she went out with her friends.

"Really?" She had her hands on her hips, she was surprised. "I thought you liked going out, I thought you liked everyone, they all like you."

"I know, but it's better this way. You can talk to your friends, to Beth, catch up, you don't have to worry about me."

"Okay. I don't understand..." And then she would call Beth, she would forget about me again. They would go out for lunch and dinner, drinks and she would leave the 'Seventh Wheel' parked at home.

***

The pitcher of martinis was getting lower. Lula was swirling the liquid in her glass, waiting for a break in Beth's conversation. "So, there is a specific reason for this get-together." I was now serving dinner, we were actually eating at the dining room table. A place I have never been, even though we had been in the house for eight months. "Pick up your glasses."

"Don't tell me Sabrina's pregnant?" Beth laughed, her eyes got wide. Max gave me a sympathetic look. "She does look a little chunky."

She made a face and Lula laughed. "Ha, yeah like that's gonna happen. I'm living with a virgin ya know."

Then they all looked at me, I put down the serving spoon quickly and leaned back, I started drinking my martini. I didn't need them to start worrying about my gender or thinking about my non-existent vagina. Or even my virginity.

"I sold the house."

"Really, already?" I was surprised, I spilled my drink down my dress, we were planning on staying a year at least.

"Well I was offered cash, we are getting almost double our investment. They are even taking all the furniture too, they love every decorating choice." We all congratulated her, of course, it had nothing to do with me, I just put in half the money, picked out the colors and furniture, and designed the topiary and gardens. Oh and my closet.

She then looked at me. "Don't worry, we don't have to be out until the end of the month." She shrugged, she made a face.

"Two weeks?" I was a little worried.

She stood up, she still seemed so excited. "And one more thing, wait for it... Ha, my company gave me a promotion."

We all stood, we raised our drinks again, it was becoming a big night for Lula, I was quite proud of her. I now understood why she wanted everyone over, wanted to share it. I was quite relieved it had nothing to do with me.

Beth started to clap. "Finally, you have been waiting for so long."

"I have to oversee this huge project, I am very excited." She winked at me, she started drinking her martini, her voice got a little lower. "I have to go to Argentina for four months."

***

Lula had been warning me about Argentina since we met. The first thing she told Megan and me when we first ran into her was "Don't get to attached to me, I'm off to Argentina soon." That was almost two years ago. That was her dream. She would be opening a new office in her Father's homeland. She had relatives and had been there numerous times since she was young, though she hadn't been back in the last eight years. I was happy for her, I would miss her. I would miss this house more.

***

We finished dinner, Lula and I were in the kitchen, I was getting the coffee and dessert ready to take into the living room. She stood very close to me, her breasts were leaning against my arm.

"I can tell you love sitting there crossing your legs, you are acting so feminine on purpose." She was watching me cut the cake, and lay out the pastries Beth brought.

"I'm not acting, that's the way I am."

"And I can tell you love that a man is watching you. He can't take his eyes off of your hands, your legs, you are flirting with him."

I moved and got the coffee cups together, the coffee carafe, I didn't like how she was talking to me, looking at me.

"I'm not, I'm sorry."

"Stop, you're sorry? You know you love this, you make believe you are this shy little girl but you are such a flirt." She went back to the others, I couldn't believe she thought I was like that. Truthfully, I wish I was, but I wasn't.

I was now so self-conscious, we were now relaxing on the couches again, drinking coffee and discussing Lula's new venture, her next couple of months. I was glad I was no longer a topic of discussion. I was still nervous, I was playing with my hair, my legs crossed and trailing my nails on the nylon, listening to all the conversations. I was thinking about what Lula said. My heel was bobbing, slightly hanging from my toes. I looked over at Max, I could tell he was enjoying himself, he liked being with three 'women.' A couple of times he complimented me, even my eyes. It was nice being this close to a gentleman. A safe one that knew I wasn't 100% female. One that smiled at me and I would smile back. I suddenly didn't care what Lula thought. Maybe I was flirting, I didn't mean anything by it.

They were talking and my phone dinged, I picked it up and the three of them watched me. It was a text from one of my clients, an easy thing to answer. There was one thing that I do when I dress up. It's the way I move my hand, kind of limp wristed, very femme, I don't even understand how it happens. I was way too feminine once I got started, too feminine for the three of them. I was going to be acting too feminine in front of Lula. I could tell Max liked how I acted, he watched me the whole time. He focused on my hands and nails, he focused on the movements. Deep down I liked his gaze, I felt like I was passing, I liked being admired. I could tell Lula was amused, she thought I was doing it all on purpose.

"I want to show Beth the closet in your room." She touched my knee as I poured more coffee. "I want her to see how you organized, maybe you can design and build one for her at Max's house."

"Okay." I smiled, but I was now nervous again, I would be alone with a man, and the two women would be investigating my room. They left us and I slipped back into the couch, played with my hair, tried to look nonchalant.

"You have such beautiful lips, did you do something to them, I know Beth gets some sort of injections into them." He was watching me, my mauve lips, I started to lick I was anxious again.

"Um, no. My friend Megan taught me how to make them look bigger. It takes me fifteen minutes." I giggled, I bit my perfect lip.

"It's nice, it's a great color too. Beth only wears something glossy, I think it's clear." And he lifted his eyebrows.

I started really looking at him. When I was presenting feminine, I noticed men differently. Max was quite tall, big, wide shoulders and large hands, he had dark hair and was also very good looking and he was a great listener like me. Beth was lucky, he was so attentive and he was very nice to her even though sometimes she was a little short with him, with us. I loved how he put his arm around her, squeezed her slightly when talking about her, move the hair out of her eyes. It was sexy, I was jealous. Lula would never let me touch her, she definitely wouldn't let me touch her while I was in a dress. I would love someone to squeeze me, move the hair out of my eyes, just pay more attention to me. It was very easy to make happy. Lula called me low maintenance.

I was thinking, I had seen Beth so many times over the last year but Max, I only met him twice as my male self and surprisingly once before dressed as an Oktoberfest waitress for Halloween. I took the outfit with me to Megan's salon and she helped me get ready. I was wearing a dirndl dress, showing so much cleavage and carrying pints of beer. Lula bought the outfit for me, she wanted me to wear it for the holiday, we had just moved into the new house, and she wanted to show off the hot girl to the neighborhood. She invited Beth and Max over, she didn't tell me.

She pointed at me while I was making myself look busy. "Max, Beth that's my new girlfriend over there." She used my male name, she laughed, the two of them nodded their heads. Once they headed down the driveway I waved bye to them, from the safety of the front door where I was giving out candy to the neighborhood kids. I was too involved to stop and talk, I was flirting with the dads, smiling at all the moms and grandmothers. I was having fun, I was trying to be sexy, I was a little drunk and I didn't want to get too close to Lula's friends. I certainly didn't want to talk to them.

Once the candy was gone and the bell stopped ringing I took pictures and posed in front of my new mirror in the new femme maroon bedroom I painted, wallpapered, and designed. I had black heels, pigtails, pink lips, and long lashes, I looked great. The dress made me look like I had a smaller waist, bigger hips, larger breasts. I had on white stockings which just reached over my knees, my thighs were completely on display. It didn't take long before I started cumming in my cotton panties, hidden by the short full pink skirt and apron. During the day I took pictures with some of the mothers walking around, I sat on a man's knee and I pet every dog that came by, I felt very popular. I think if I didn't have so much beer in me I would have just smiled, but it was nice acting so flirty and friendly.

I was thinking this is what it was going to be like living with a woman, one who was looking forward to me crossdressing. But soon Lula was yelling up the stairs, she wanted me to get changed, take off my long nails, she wanted to watch television and fall asleep. She was exhausted, she didn't want to hang out with a waitress for the rest of the night. She told me that the older lady next door said I had great legs and she wanted me to meet her son. Lula didn't like that, she wanted me back in male mode, she wasn't planning on me meeting anyone's son. I know I fantasized about it all night and then all month. When I dressed up I was all-female in my mind. I had female desires, even at night in bed, before I dreamt, before I let myself sleep, I imagined being a perfect crossdresser, trans, even a real woman.

Unfortunately, I had to put that girl away. She comes back to visit me in my mirror, but that's it. That was the last time Lula saw me dressed, the last time she actively participated.

Lula and Beth were making their way down, I heard them on the stairs, I heard them laughing.

Beth touched my bare shoulder once she was back in front of us. "I adore your room, god, it's so nice. I could move into it myself. I love the curtains and rugs and I would absolutely adore it if you set up my closet like that."

"Okay, I would love to." I smiled, I would do anything she asked, anything for Lula's friends.

Lula was watching me, she had a slightly evil smile on her face, I knew it all too well. She knew a secret or she was going to spring something on me. She squeezed in next to me on the couch, exposing more of my legs, pushing the fabric back with her body as she slipped back. "So, Beth and I decided that since we have to be out of the house soon we can move in with them." She looked at me and then glanced at Max. "They have the room, well the apartment, where Max's sister used to live."

"Actually," Max moved closer to us, he sat upright on the couch, "It's ready, we just got everything cleaned, it's partly furnished, you could move in right now if you two want." He sounded excited, I was liking him even more.

"You're okay with this?" Beth asked him, she sounded surprised.

"Yeah, of course, it's going to be great having friends stay with us, especially since Carol, my sister is..."

"A handful," Beth laughed.

"Well I was gonna say gone, but, um, it's got two bedrooms and a nice side yard. It's pretty private, it also has a separate entrance and even a parking spot."

"Well," Lula was rubbing her chin, "I'm going to be out of the country soon so it will mainly be Sabrina."

"When are you leaving?" I asked.

"Probably the same time you move in with Max, ha. Also, the company wants me to take someone, I'm taking Beth."

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End of Part 1 of 6