Nina's tale

Emily lookedup from her phone when the coffee cup rattled in its saucer on being placed on the table in front of her. "Extra hot skinny latte," smiled Keira, taking the opposite seat, and placing her own coffee down with a little bit more care than she had afforded her friend. "Thanks," Emily replied as she locked her screen. They passed five minutes on the most idle of chit-chat, largely stuff that they had covered before. Then Emily leaned in conspiratorially. "I do have something that matters to tell, but you have to swear secrecy." Keira initially just nodded, but then gave a verbal assurance when Emily refused to disclose anything without that assurance. "Well, it began when Sean and I were having a bit of a frank discussion about us. It was that bit when we were being absolutely honest with each other, and I do mean absolutely," Emily started, with an impish smile. Keira's eyes lit up in anticipation. Her friend was using a quiet tone of voice, which convinced her that something juicy was coming. "Well, Sean told me that he had always wanted to see what is was like to wear women's clothes." Keira silently mouthed the word 'wow' as she was genuinely, and unusually, lost for words. Her first reaction was that it was not a desire that she would have guessed for Sean, had she been asked. "He said that he had wondered ever since his early teens," Emily added in a near whisper. "And he never did anything to try?" Keira queried, clearly signalling that she thought that the answer was that he had. "He said not. Had a big family, then communal accommodation at university. I doubt he had ever had the privacy. So I agreed to help him give it a go." "No!" "Absolutely yes! But it did not go to plan." "Well, he never would have fitted into any of your cast-offs," Keira noted, sizing up her petite best friend. "I went out to buy him his own. Only on the cheap - I wasn't going to spend a fortune on a one-off exercise. I got him a sweet but inexpensive bra and knickers. It was going to be pink, but I saw a lovely black set at a very sound price. So much so, that I got a set for me too. And some black soft opaque supermarket tights. I went round the charity shops to find him some shoes and dug out a pair of black slingbacks, heels not too high but stiletto width. But then I made a mistake, as the same place had a sort of ditsy cotton dress in blue, with pale green spots. I thought it would suit him, so bought it." "What about hair? A wig?" "You know that long black one I wear every year when we have to do the Halloween crap at the school?" Keira nodded. "I can see from your expression that it was a collective fail." "Your intuition is spot on. The wig did not suit him at all. The dress didn't fit his frame either. I tried to undo the errors with a glamorous make-up job, and that just made it all worse. And Sean had had a proper close shave, legs as well, so it was super frustrating. Obviously he was really disappointed as well, but I felt that it was me who had messed it up." There was a brief pause for a sip of coffee, with Keira wondering what sort of consolation Emily expected, if any. "But!" restarted Emily, "we had a chat and I said that if he was game, we could give it another go and I would find a better choice of clothes. Sean was quite up for it." "This time I am sensing that it went better?" "Bullseye again. I picked up a sort of chiffon knee-length skirt in dark brown with a paisley pattern, where the lining gave it quite a narrow and demure fit. And to go with it, a v-neck polyester cream blouse. They were both really cheap online, so I splashed out and got a brown shoulder length bob wig for him. The overall vibe was librarian who is a bit of a sauce when she lets her hair down, so I did a more subdued make-up, dropped the red lipstick for a more fuchsia shade instead. And it really worked. He was so pleased that he even let me do his nails as well. Actually I did a couple and he did the rest." "Got a picture?" asked Keira. Emily hestitated, but eventually returned to her phone and opened up one picture from it. "He does not look too bad, does he?" she proudly offered. "Not at all. I am a bit surprised and a bit impressed," agreed Keira, noting how Sean's posture mostly hid his black bra from being seen through the blouse. "I like your necklace with his v-neck, it draws the eye towards the bust." "Which is just balled up old pairs of tights, but it works surprisingly well. However, now I have a favour to ask." "I doubt that I have anything that would fit him." "Not that. It is that I bought a really short ribbed dress for him. When he wears it, he'll be spending all his time pulling down the hem. For a bit of fun, when I get him to try it, I thought that you might turn up unexpectedly..." Keira chuckled. "Won't he be mortified?" "Maybe. Probably. Actually definitely, but he'll get over it. I wanted to get a bit of fun out of this." "Sounded like you already have." Emily grinned. "I got some satisfaction out of getting Sean looking right," she admitted, "but it was only slightly entertaining for me." "OK, I'm in," Keira promised. ----------------------- Sean wiggled his hips and pulled the hem of his olive green ribbed dress down for the umpteenth time. "This really is too short for me," he pouted to Emily. "Rubbish. You just have to learn to wear it properly," she retorted, as he stood with his legs tightly together, to prevent it riding up his thighs again. "That is a good start." "But everytime I move my arms, it rides up," Sean whined. "So..." "Don't move my arms?" "That would work if it was in any way practical," Emily called out to him from the kitchen, "but try only moving them from the elbows down. It is the shoulder movements that are doing the damage." Sean sighed, and tried to work with his wife's advice. It did indeed work, to his slight unease, but he felt a little silly operating his arms that way. Then he smiled, realising that whilst he was dressed fully as woman, underwear, make-up, hair, jewellery and all, worrying about arm movements that seemed overly effeminate was pointless. He pulled the hem down again and sat on the sofa. Emily could see him seated through the ajar doors and quickly texted "Now" to Keira. Once the front door was open, he could not leave the living room without being seen. He had no hiding place. Keira was quick off the mark, and as Emily approached the front door, she could see the horror on Sean's face. As they had planned, Keira barged her way into the hallway as she spoke. "Evening, hon. You will never believe what I heard..." She turned into the living room just as Sean leaped to his feet and froze as she noticed him. Keira stood opened mouthed at the sight before her, which Emily noted was a fine piece of acting. "Sean?" she asked, noticing how comfortable he was getting up quickly in his heels. He was stood with his knees touching, right foot behind his left and at forty-fives degrees to it. Keira thought it actually looked a little too cute, or too proficient, but she kept up the pretense by not following up her question. Sean stood looking at her, mouth slightly open as if he had been about to answer but could not find the right words. They stared at each other for what seemed an age but was in reality a mere handful of seconds. "Sean?" she repeated. "Nina, actually" he answered, croakily. "What is going on?" Keira asked, her acting standards slipping slightly but not enough for a flustered Nina to suspect that Keira knew the answer to her own question. Nina gestured, with the lower arm only, for Keira to sit. He followed suit, self consciously controlling his hem as he did. Emily went to stand behind him, supportive hand on his shoulder, but also where she might guide Keira's reactions without Nina seeing. He repeated the background story that Emily had previously revealed to her friend. At various times, Keira smiled to see him squirm and adjust his dress. In a couple of moments she had caught a glimpse of Nina's knickers through his very much non-opaque tights, and noted that Nina had done well to be aware when her dress had ridden up far enough to let her underwear show. "We need to get you a slip to wear with that dress," Emily noted dryly. "Do they make any short enough?" groaned Nina, rhetorically. "You'd need one if you go out in that dress," Keira commented. "I am not going out in this dress, or anything else!" Keira and Emily glanced at each other, before the former responded. "You don't look too bad. There must be far less convincing trannies out and about." Nina did not look to be in the least bit persuaded, as Emily beckoned him back to his feet. "Come on, let's go through your drills." He rose reluctantly. Emily spent some time taking him through a variety of actions and poses, all designed to show off his feminine skills. He did everything asked with varied degrees of skill and stylishness, but none went too badly. When he had finished, Keira reinforced her earlier note. "Honestly, you would not stand out, except to someone who looked very closely." "No way," Nina sighed, "This whole thing was just something that I was curious over. It is too difficult and stressful. Now I am done with it." "Oh darling, come on..." Emily began, before Sean interrupted. "The game is over." He headed out of the room, but at least kept to his femimine gait in the slingbacks. "We'll see about that," muttered Emily, apparently heard only by Keira. After Sean did not return within minutes', and with Emily seemingly at a loss for what to do, Keira left the room and climbed the stairs to her friends' bedroom. She knocked on the closed door, and heard Nina softly agree to her entering. "Nina..." She sat on the bed next to him but Nina shushed her before she could continue. "There is nothing to be concerned about," explained Nina in a whisper. Nina put consoling hand on her thigh, which Keira thought immediately was an odd reversal of roles. Nina continued, maintaining the whisper. "When you go home, my wife will come to the bedroom. I will lay back on the bed, with my feet still on the floor. She will softly lift up my dress to my waist and lean over me. She will caress my groin through my tights and knickers, as she leans forward to gently kiss each of my breasts. Not that I will feel that part, but the knowledge of her doing it is enough. And when I rapidly become aroused, she will gently roll down my tights to just above my knees, so that I cannot move my legs more than a fraction, then she will take my knickers down almost as far and lower herself onto me. And I will be the happiest man in the world. Hopefully she will nbe the happiest woman." Keira was taken aback at Nina's uncharacteristic frankness but nodded in wide-eyed acknowledgement that all was well with her friends. She patted him reassuringly on the knee, gave it one quick squeeze for reinforcement and quietly left the bedroom. Due to inexplicable reasons of guilt, she went down the stairs as noiselessly as she could. Peeking into the living room she could see Emily grinning triumphantly at her. She mouthed a silent goodbye and gave a farewell wave, before letting herself out of the front door. As she departed, Keira could finally relax into a smile of her own. She came here to be part of a prank, but had instead herself been played in somebody else's odd foreplay. In hindsight, the versions of Nina's story from Emily and Nina had been too word-for-word similar. She should have guessed, but she had to give Emily credit for work well done. Or was it Nina? Someone would be receiving a stern phone call in the morning.