Going over details

“Well, I can see that was a fun idea, but you better keep that in your skirt for your husband and not be dicking around with the fellas.”

Paul looked down and realized the pouch in the hammock at let his cock grow enough to push out on the dress while he was thinking about Molly, “har har. Just thinking about Molly doing that to me.”

“Ya, whatever, but it does point out something you need to consider. Your dress will have crinolines and things to help you hide it, but you might want to look into a gaff or something to keep that under wraps so to speak.”

Paul made mental note to see what that was to try to look for something; he figured that would not be something Molly would want to see ruin the look especially if one of her stripper friends came in their usual near underwear costumes.

“You’re not helping your case, Paul. I knew you weren’t really opposed to this, but I’d say you’re getting a lot of enjoyment out of this.”

“Dammit! Katie, it's just a male reaction to thinking about hot girls; guys just think about. Fuck! If you’re gonna be like this, I really don’t need to deal with it.”

“Paul, seriously! You’ve gotta get that anger in check. Its a little tease; people make jokes. Its harmless; just give it back more than you get. But you can’t be trying to go all Alpha Dom in costume, so you need to find some sort of humility in there.”

Paul took a few short breathes, closed his eyes and said, “fine, what else do you need?”

“Well, I need to check this hair color. We really like this bright, Celtic red head, so we’re going try how it looks.” At which Katie pulls out a red wig from her suitcase of costumes, along with a head band and puts it on his balding head. Lining up the wig and the hairband to keep it back a bit as well as holding it in place.

Katie stands back and nods her head a bit, “you, know this might work for you. Even with that tan, I’m a little surprised. And wow.”

“Wow? ‘wow’ what?” Paul asked nervously trying to brushing a loose strand out of his face.

“Well, we’ll definitely have to work on anchoring the wig to your head better than that headband, but I expected that, but....” Katie looked wide eyed in amazement deep into his eyes, “The red with the tan... its really brought out the blue in your eyes. We always joke that was one of your hottest assets but without that beard distracting and deep hue in your skin with that color above you... they really pop!”

Paul bashfully started blinking and actually blushed at that. He knew his eyes were always distinct, but to have someone put it out like that was really hard.

Katie chuckled a bit, “okay, that works!” Paul looked at her cautiously, “that whole batting your eyelashes at me! That was fucking perfect. She’ll love that.... wonder if the blue eye-shadow would work? Or should we stick with green. We’ll come back to that.”

“Um, alright. So got what you need? We done?”

Katie laughs at him, “hardly,” tuns back to her costume back and pulls out a pair of medium two-inch block heel pumps. “These are nowhere near you need to be, but I need to get close to the angle of your legs.”

Paul took the heels and slid them on easily, and stood up, but felt his feet move around, “this seem really loose.”

“Yes, well, Carmen is a bigger than you apparently, but yours will fit you better. So try to take a few steps.”

Paul could feel the difference from his practice sandals Bill got him, but they didn’t seem too far off. Remembering his directions, he took a few cautious steps feeling his feet slide around beneath him.

“Okay, not breaking a neck,” Katie critiqued, “but you’ll need to get more comfortable in them and find a smoother movement but looks like you got the basics.”

“Ya, well, these aren’t my size and Bill’s been helping me get some of the movement, but these are just not right,” Paul goes to slip out of them.

“Okay, you can’t do that,” Katie snipped.

“Do what?!?” Paul exclaimed.

“You gotta learn to keep them on even when they’re a little uncomfortable. Think about how often you see Molly take her shoes off in public? Ya, sure when she gets home or you’re doing something else where other things remove, but her heels are one of the last things she takes off in those situations I bet.”

Paul thought back and could remember, “well, ya, but it's not like I’ll do it then.”

“PAUL! The whole point of this is to practice. You *do* what you *practice*! If you get used to taking off heels now just because they don’t fit quite right, you’re likely to think nothing of it at the party and totally ruin the dainty affect heels will give you. Just look at your bare feet right now”

Paul looked down and had to hold red hair out of his way as he leaned over the breasts noticing he decidedly unfeminine feet, “oh.”

“Now, put those shoes back on.”

Paul did so and looked back down. Even he had to admit the smooth clean lines and point really helped hide the gangliness of his toes. He’s just glad the faux tan evened out his discoloring. “I see”

“Right, so once you put your heels on, they don’t come off until the end of the session; got it? That way when it comes to the party and you are a few hours into walking and moving, you’re not tempted to slide them off when you sit down.”

Feeling the shoes, they weren’t horrible and he figured once he had ones that fit, they wouldn’t be nearly as bad, “that’s fair. I’ll see if I can get other ones to train in too.”

Katie looked at him trying to figure out what he meant, but whatever, as long as he stopped trying to take easy ways out, “great, so, now let's test out some colors,” she pulled out a large tackle box of what appeared to be makeup as she sat down, “join me,” she said perkily patting the couch next to him.

Paul sat down next to her and she saw the dress crunch beneath him.

“No, no, no. You’re in a dress. Stand up, rub your hands over your rump to flatten your skirt under you, and then sit down.”

Paul stood up again and tried what she said flattening his dress under him.

“Better, but work on making it more fluid. Now turn and face me.” As he does, she continues, “I’m not going to do the full contouring and details. I’m going to do a very rough setting just to get the coloring that will work for you and we’ll work on shaping and other things later. Since you’re doing the green dress, I’m going to try to pull that out with your eyes and then give you some blush to key off your hair and then finish of your lips. Sound k?”

Paul looked at her rather apprehensively, “really?”

“Look, you want to pass you want to do it right? This is barely the basics. A genetic female would have on full warpaint when she dresses up sexy; if you’re wanting to pass, we’re going to have to take your cheekbones, nose, eyebrows, and all sorts of lines to soften your face, but I’m not ready for all that tonight, but we’re not going to do nothing. Got it?”

Paul was a little surprised by all this; swallowing his apprehensive he nods, and says, “okay.”

In a whirlwind of brushes, and sticks, with the occasional correcting cloth, Katie was a getting deep into her element working with a canvas however imperfect it was.

Back and forth. Open, close. Look up, look down. Purse your lips, make an ‘O’, turn left, turn right. Paul was totally lost in all this feeling like he was just some sort of observer in his own head.

“Alright, lets see those hands”

“Umm.. K,” Paul holds his hands out.

Katie then breaks out a package of press on acrylic nails and starts applying them to his fingers.

As she finishes them, Paul feels them almost pulling through his nail bed with only a slight weight. However, when she was done and looked down at his hands, he was surprised with the pink bed and bright white strip did for his hands.

“Hrmm.... they help, but I think we’re definitely going to have to go longer for the day of. Those are a just a quick cheap version that you can get at a **** store. They won’t last long at all, but we’ll get you something better for the day of, but they’ll work for the test.”

Flexing his hands, Paul was amazed at how they did make them look different and kept turning his palms front to back looking at them.

“Alright, let them set for a bit before you use them much. Try to keep them straight out so you don’t rub them on something,” Katie instructed. “Okay, now to some brass taxes,” to which she pulls out her laptop from the sleeve in the suitcase.

Opening up the laptop, she pulled up the website for her silicone provider to show him what an order looks like.

“Okay, so this is the model that I was showing you and here is the size option we settled on,” she updated the values on the drop downs and started checking a few boxes, “we’ll get the custom tinting to match your skin, clean edges to save us time, realistic nipples, sticking backing, and here’s the glue.”

Paul was barely following what she was clicking see all the categories on this site and these strange names not to mention the rotating ads of all the different things they did. It looks like everything from full body horror film outfits to faux nipples for surgery corrections. This was some amazingly high-quality stuff. That’s why when she showed him the final price, he was actually surprised.

“So, is this still in the budget you were thinking of? If you want it real, these guys can do it, but you pay for quality,” Katie cautioned.

Not something to sneeze at, but the pricing was not much more than some good monitors for work. “That’s actually not as bad as I thought. What else do they have?”

Katie chuckled, “Tons of things!! I haven’t even had time to get through everything; I’m not about to waste tonight going through it all. But trust me, if you want a movie set or cosplay, these are the magicians to talk to.”

Paul made a mental note of the website URL, but was worried he might forget, and reached for her keyboard, “here, I’ll just send the link to look at later.” Sliding his finger of the trackpad he was scratching his newly attached fake nail, “huh, sorry about that,” as he goes to pop off the nail start swiping.

“PAUL!! Fucker!” Katie admonished again at him.

“What? You know I’m safe with computers.”

“Fuck my computer; if it’s not okay to slide of your heels, what the fuck makes you thinks it's fine just to pop off a nail?!?!?” Katie firmly griped his finger and the discarded nail and pressed it back on. “Now you’re going to have to be super careful with that finger because the glue probably won’t be that strong. These aren’t that strong to begin with.”

“Oh”

“Look, the sites not that hard to remember but I’ll make sure you get it. Regardless, you probably will need to find to practice with nails, but make sure you do NOT remove them until the end of the session. Got it?”

“Ya, ya.”

“I’m serious, Paul. You can’t just be discarding this shit in the middle of the party. That’s going to break the whole illusion and it’ll ruin the night for her. You. Have. GOT. To. Pass!! Got it?!?”

“Alright, I get it,” Paul replied and held his fingers out in front of him as he rested his palms on his knees over the dress him. This is all more than he realized; staring at his wobbly finger nail he began to wonder if he really was going to be able pull this off and began to worry about really screwing this up in front of everyone.

Katie could almost see the tension rise inside his shoulders, so quickly changed topics, “Since I got all your measurements and details, I can work with Molly making sure we get all the outfit pieces and I know what the different supplies we need are. Right now, let's take a look at what the full picture is like.” She stood up and motioned for him to join her.

As Paul stood, Katie stepped back and pulled out her phone to take a few shots, “I’m not sure I’m ready for that,” Paul said holding up his hands.

Katie pulled down her phone a bit, “I understand, but this is just for my records and so I can come back to look for anything else I may have missed in passing. It will never leave my position and will be deleted when we’re done. I have no desire to keep or use them other than for this. Sound okay?”

Paul relented and brought his hands down, “Only for the purpose of making this better and helping get it right.”

“Perfect!” Katie intoned. “Now, strike a pose for me,” she continued as she brought her phone up to take a few shots.

Paul remembered her earlier instructions about keeping his fingers out straight to keep his nails from so he put his elbows in, arms out for balance, stuck a foot forward pointing the toes for a step, and tossing his head & hair back for affect. In as breathy and fem voice as he could muster, he joked, “I’m ready for my close-up, Mr. Damille.”

Several audible triggers went off as Katie took her shots, but she just grin & shook her head, “we’re going to have to figure out something for the voice. It's still early, but you’ve got to work on that.”

Paul silently nodded and tried adjusting the wig straight a little.

“K, great, now take a few strides back & forth in the room; I want to capture items in motion.”

Paul focused on what Train, er Bill had talked to him about. Take steps to firmly plant the balls of his feet in a straight line, the corset oddly helped him keep his back straight, and the bra reminded him to pull back. Paul continued to keep his hands out, cocking his wrist to make sure his nails were up and away.

Katie stood there almost slack jawed filming this. He was definitely not ready for a runway, but it was not some dude putting on heels for the first time. “Well, that’s definitely a good start, but you’ll want to make sure you’re ready to keep that up all night.”

Paul turned to do another circuit, “Oh, I’m practicing this daily. It's my main workout routine.”

Katie watched him do a few more secrets, recording some, and making suggestions about hips & posture. After he had done a few, she realized it was getting late and she had gotten more than she expected; plus, she wanted him out of the getup before Molly woke up & saw him; it would ruin everything. “Alright, I think I got a good feel for things. Would you help me put some of this makeup away? Those nails should be set good enough for now.” Katie headed back over to the couch in front where all the make pieces were setup.

Paul went over as well and went to sat down. Katie noted that he had smoothed his skirt before he sat down without being prompted; they might just pull this off, yet. Paul went to reach for a few of the small containers but felt his nails click them as he tried.

“Yes, they can get in the way sometimes. Rather than putting pressure on the nail, try to reach out to pinch things with the pads of your fingertips, rather than attempting to hook them with your fingers.”

Paul watched her demonstration and looked at his hands almost as foreign objects and attempted to duplicate her actions. He was amazed at how much less grip he had even on something as small and light as a blush brush, but he kept up helping her put things away only occasionally forgetting about his nails.

As the finished up, Katie made some suggestion on his technique, “those cheap nails are not nearly as sturdy as the set I intend to use on you for the final day. They’re not as long as I would expect to use either.”

“Really? These seem like a bit much already.”

“Well, they’re barely longer than your fingers and I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re not much longer than you have your nails when you haven’t kept them for a while; that was a nice basic manicure you have though. I didn’t think you were into that much man-care.”

“Oh,” Paul looked surprised and turned to look at his nails, “they must have done that in prep for the tanning. They put something on my nails so they didn’t get discolored by it.”

“Well, keep it up; it will make things go faster the day of if I don’t have to clean and clear them. However, you might want to get more of these store-bought press on style to practice with when Molly isn’t around. That way you can get used to working with them. The color shouldn’t matter much, so buy what’s on sale, or go wild and have fun! Look for longer lengths if they have them.”

“Right, I will do that,” he responded as she worked on removing his wig and hairband. He noticed his head felt so much lighter and almost cold without it.

“We can tack the wig down to your head with the same glue that we use for the forms. Are you going to stay fully shaved or grow some hair back out? If you leave it smooth, we don’t have to bother with a hair net and will be less messy for you.”

“She seemed to enjoy it and I think it will be easier for the party, so I think I’ll keep it.”

“Okay, good. Stand up and lift up your arms,” Katie continued as she stood up.

Paul followed her directions and stood arms up, at which point Katie lifted the green dress off of him.

“Green definitely works for you, but I’m not sure this cut was for you; I think it was a little bulky, but shouldn’t be an issue with the costume.”

As the dress was removed, Paul suddenly felt very chilled and realized that his butt was exposed to the air in his pink workout thong, “oh god!” he exclaimed as he covered his crotch with hands and faux nails.

Katie seeing his embarrassment, cocked an eyebrow at him, “sweety, you’ve been in a dress for the past couple of hours, high walking, makeup wigs, and your pretty nails are covering your panties. You don’t need to be ashamed of them to me, but like I said, you should into a gaff to keep the lines clean.”

“They’re not panties! It’s a workout thong and my boxers wouldn’t work for the tanning,” Paul whined in defense shifting on his medium heels, pulling his arms in at the elbows as the silicone tits prevented them from going straight down, and it was difficult to bend over in the corset. Katie noted the irony was completely lost on him.

“Your underwear choices outside of the costume or if you do any more sessions are entirely between you and Molly. However, I would keep away from the sparkly pink; not the most masculine style.”

“Fine can I just get my shorts.”

“No, get comfortable just being ‘one of the girls’,” Katie scolded him, “we’re always having to find different places to change outfits. No turn around so I can get your bra and corset undone.”

Paul slowly rotates, taking small steps in his heels.

“Alright, you might feel a shift in your midsection,” Katie warned as she undid the knot to the corset ties and pulled the strings loose. As the stays released their tension, Paul made and audible gasp and stepped forward. “Feel better?”

Paul was holding his chest a little surprised at the small rush, “surprisingly, yes.”

Katie chuckled a little, “it's not uncommon. It's almost euphoric on a tighter corset; we call it a ‘corset-gasm’. That was just a little one.” She continued by undoing the back of his bra, and turning him around. Taking the faux breasts, she placed them in her suit case and then unclasped his corset before taking the bra. “Go ahead and step out of the shoes”

Paul did and then stood there with his arms crossed in front of him trying to keep the nails away figure out what to do next, feeling really uncomfortable in just the pink thong.

“Let me get some makeup wipes and I’ll clean up your face, and don’t forget to practice your walking, nails, voice, keep up your tanning & hair trim, and get a gaff.”

“Do you mind if put on my shorts and shirt; it's getting kinda cold in here?”

Katie held back a chuckle as she quickly looked down at his nearly empty thong pouch, “ya, we’re almost done here.”

Paul carefully pulled on his shorts, avoiding his nails and found the discarded shirt & slid it on.

Katie then turned around and wiped down his face, focusing on the little nooks and crannies. She was careful not to affect his tan from earlier today and it looks like it held with all the light makeup she used.

Finishing up, Katie proceeded to get the rest of her stuff in her suitcases. Paul started gathering all the plates, glasses, and everything else from dinner; leaving the sushi for Katie to take with her and putting the rest in their fridge.

As it was late, Paul helped Katie get all the stuff out to her car. He was surprised all the stuff she brought with her and that it would fit in her small car. “Will this all fit?”

“Oh, ya! When I go on the road, I bring twice this for all the wardrobe changes I do.”

“I don’t know how you do that on a regular basis.”

“Oh, trust me, hun, its truly addictive!” Katie said excitedly and the conspiratorially, “who knows; I might get you hooked too.” She continued raising her eyebrow at him before she busted into a giggle.

Paul chuckled with her, “still, thank you for doing this and helping me make sure it's as close to real as we can.”

“Absolutely! Remember, get a lock for that spare room and keep that stuff out of sight. We need to keep the result a surprise for her so no hints along the way,” Katie tried to reinforce in the dark street lights.

“Aye, aye, captain.”

“Come here, lug,” she said and gave him a big hug, “you got this; just don’t let your ego or rage get in the way.”

Patting her back, Paul replied, “I won’t. Thanks again for your help.”

Paul waved her off and returned inside.

He did a walk back through to make sure everything was picked up and turned out the lights.

Returning to the bedroom he could see she was still passed out in the darkness so he finished getting ready for bed in the dark, slid out of his clothes and hid them deep in the hamper. Feeling the cold of the conditioned, night air on his fully nude, he quickly padded to bed and slid under the covers, practically exhausted he nearly snagged a nail as he covered up and snuggled as close to his beautiful wife as he could without disturbing her as he goes to pass out.