Birth of a Conspiracy

Paul returned to the room to seeing Katie packing up the food, “feel free to take anything you want for left overs; obviously those sushi are not going to be around here.”

“Ya. Its looking pretty bad huh?”

Paul nodded his head, “yup. Do you need some help getting this out to the car?”

“Uh, no, not yet!” Katie stopped him, “she said she wanted us to finish so we’re getting to finish, so get your hot, tan ass over here and let's do this!”

Paul walked over and sat on the couch, “we really don’t have to do this if you aren’t up for it.”

“No! Dammit, Paul!! Don’t you get it! You always do this to her. She gets a migraine; you stop what you’re doing, and then you wait for her to get up to continue it so she has to go do it again,” Katie looked at him with deep sense of incredulousness, “not only does loose the time from the fucking migraines, she has to turn right back around and do what she was wanting to do during the migraines still!! It's like a fucking double wammy!”

“Well, I just didn’t want to miss out...” Paul argued.

“Miss out?? On doing chores or taking care of a task???” Katie admonished. “But she still comes out to help you, faithfully I might add, because she absolutely is smitten with your dumb ass for some reason.”

“Gee thanks,” Paul scoffed at her, but did some introspection look back. “K, thinking back I guess lately it has been in the middle of tasks that she gets them. When they started, they tended to happen during play so I would get her comfortable, go off do my thing, and then come back to her when she was done.’ But I guess I can see now; it's been other triggers.”

Katie looked at him with a very smug raised eyebrow.

“I know you and I haven’t always gotten along, but I think we can both agree we both care for Molly deeply, so let's get this taken care of for her, agreed?”

“Agreed. Now, so we talked about your tits, shaping, and color” Katie started putting the fake tits on the table, “but we should talk about some more practical aspects.” She sat down and patted the couch next to her.

“More practical?” he queried as he sat down?

“Yes, I would like to see how some of this is going to physically work and what we have to work with.”

“Alright,” Paul responded but nervously continued, “but are you sure she isn’t wanting to see?”

“Paul, you really don’t get it from her, do you?”

“Um, what do you mean?”

“Okay, for whatever fucking reason, she’s actually really keen at this whole dress up thing.”

“She’s always enjoyed some role-playing and stuff, so I’m not surprised she’s wanting to do another adult costume party.”

“Oh my God, you’re thick,” Katie frustratingly continued, “she wanted to make up whatever happened to you two decades ago, but if you haven’t noticed she’s actually getting into this. Putting her hands all over your smooth skin??”

“Oh....” Paul is not really sure how to process this.

“The problem is, it’s the *fantasy* of it that’s got her so worked up and it's the fear of it looking a joke that has her worried. The idea of having a date who everyone thinks is a hot chick and she’s gone full lesbian, but knowing it’s ‘her hot ass Dom in the dress’ to quote her, ‘turns her on to no end.’ But the problem is that if you aren’t 100% passable and it’s seen as a joke, she’s afraid of how it will break you, send you into a alpha male like tirad, and finally piss you off to no end. Hell, she’s had a nightmare that if everyone laughs at you, you’re going to go off and kick everyone out, even her, and disappear for good.”

“I’d never do that...”

“Really?” Katie interjected, “you really think everyone laughing at you wouldn’t piss you off?”

“Okay, ya, but I’d never kick her out or leave her.”

“Even if it were her idea?”

“But its not her idea.”

“Paul, its her fear and I’m not about to do something to contribute to it. So, I got her to agree to one very big thing and it seemed to calm her down and you are going to have to do the same, and quite frankly, it goes against your past relationship agreements in the past.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Katie???”

“Paul, you have to keep this a secret from her.”

“Um, she already knows about it.”

“No, Paul, you have to keep your progress secret from her. She can’t see the incremental steps along the way. She needs to see the amazing final piece as such a differential change she can’t see the original you in the background, just like everyone else. If she sees all the little pieces along the way, she’ll be able to trace it all the way back and see the man in the dress.”

“Seriously? I can’t let her know about what’s doing?”

“Look, tell her its going great, tell her you’ve tackled a goal, but just don’t tell her what it is. Don’t let her see your outfit, your costume pieces, you done up in any way. Think of it like a wedding dress. The whole thing is that the groom sees the idealized princess she’s been trying to build but doesn’t see all the hours in hair, makeup, shaping, pulling, pushing, all he sees is the goddess in white.”

That kind of clicked about thinking back to seeing her in the sexual white dress on the wedding day was such a rush they couldn’t even make it the limo ride to the hotel.

“K, so I just don’t tell her what I’m doing.”

“No, you can’t even let her see it,” Katie jumped in, “I was really worried seeing you tanned and shaved would ruin it but it looks like that made it okay. However, you have to keep it up now until Halloween. Until then, she can’t see anything else.”

“It's not shaved,” Paul corrected.

“What?” Katie responded getting more and more frustrated by him being 20 steps behind.

“It's not shaved; its electrolysis. They didn’t do razors and I wasn’t keen on waxing, so..”

“They did electrolysis on your head in face??”

“Oh, no that was my barber, they just did everywhere else.”

“Everywhere?” She asked wide eyed.

Paul sheepishly replied, “ya, I didn’t realize and nodded off during the process and they had..”

Katie stopped him, “fine, whatever. You just have to keep it up. From this point on she can’t see any more of your changes, dresses, makeup, or body shaping. Can we lock your guest bedroom closet?”

“Well, she’s already seen the tits,”

Looking at her double-D's on the table, “no, those are mine. You get your own, bitch.”

Paul chuckled, “wow, k. I’ll get a lock for the closet or somewhere to put the stuff, but this secrecy doesn’t feel right. We’ve always shared stuff...”

“Think of it like a Christmas present for her; just a Halloween present. We’re getting her what she wants the way she wants; its just going to be a surprise. K?”

“Alright, fine,” Paul agreed.

“Now, let’s see where we’re at and what we have to work on.”