Preparations (continued)

Sarah was relentless. “Come on, MOM,” she said, emphasizing the last word. “We have to get you ready for your date!”

“It’s not a date!” Aaron whined. “I’m doing this to avoid jail. And let’s not forget, Sarah, this is all your fault.”

“I know. But I’ll help! Now come on!”

Aaron knew he was defeated. Plus, he actually was wide awake now. He got out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. His toiletries were gone.

“Sarah... where’s my stuff?” Aaron asked tentatively.

“I’ll tell you later. I don’t want you to be tempted to use it today. You are trying to be my mother, so... be my mother. You can use my shampoo and body wash in the shower. And make sure you use the hair remover, too. I’d have you shave, but we don’t want your legs sliced up today.”

“I am NOT wearing a skirt again,” Aaron said.

“Don’r worry... Mom,” Sarah said with a smile. “All taken care of. Now get cleaned up so we can start getting you gorgeous.”

Grumbling, Aaron got into the shower. He sniffed the hair remover. “Sarah, this stuff stinks!” He called out.

“Just use it... Mom!” He heard Sarah yell from outside the bathroom.

Sighing, Aaron read the label and slathered his body with the foul smelling stuff. He waited, and waited, and waited. It itched, but he powered through it. It was heavenly to rinse off, but he cringed as he did. He wasn’t thinking as he applied it. He had accidentally removed all of his pubic hair with it. “It’ll grow back,” he told himself, dejectedly. Yet another humiliation in this crazy nightmare his daughter had gotten him into.

He scrubbed his hair with the floral scented shampoo. The body wash, which his daughter had left with a shower poof, had a similar scent. He finished showering and stepped out, toweling off. He wrapped a towel around his waist like he always did and called, “I’m out of the shower, Sarah!”

His daughter walked in and frowned. “Um, Mom.... I know they’re not real...” she pointed at the silicone breasts. “But wearing a towel like that... Hang on.” she left and came back shortly, handing him a short satin robe. “It was mom’s.” She said. “Just wear this, OK?” Sarah stepped out of the bathroom and Aaron reluctantly put on the robe it was short, but covered him up.

Sarah wrapped his hair in a towel, turban style, and was amazed at just how feminine her father looked with his fake chest, painted nails, and hairless body. She handed him a bottle of lotion. “Start applying this.”

“Why?”

“Because it will keep your skin soft. Guys don’t like rough skin on their girls.” She winked as she saw her father’s rising anger. “Just follow my instructions... mom, or we’ll be here all day. And we don’t have the time.”

In short order Aaron soon found himself, with lotion applied, seated on Sarah’s bed, his hair in hot rollers as she did his makeup. “Why do i need all this goop?” He asked.

“Because you’re going for a license,” Sarah replied as she carefully lined his right eye with liner. “And no fashionable straight woman would go for her license without looking her best.”

After spending what seemed like forever on his makeup, Sarah removed the rollers and brushed out his hair, spraying it liberally with hairspray. Perfume followed. Looking in the mirror, Aaron saw the woman from the salon yesterday looking back at him.

Sarah handed him some tiny lacy things “We need to get your corset on before you can get...”

“No. I’m not wearing that thing!”

“Mom... look.... Ted is expecting a woman with an hourglass figure. Do you want him to start wondering what happened to your figure from just yesterday? Don’t worry, it won’t be as tight as they made it at the salon. I promise.”

Aaron grumbled his acceptance of the promise. Sarah left and he stared at the underwear she had given him - a black lace bra and matching thong. “Isn’t there some other underwear I can wear?” He called to his daughter.

“It won’t go with your outfit! Put those on!” Sarah shouted from outside the door.

Not wanting his daughter to see his junk, Aaron pushed it back as discretely as he could, holding it in place with the too small panties. Hooking the bra was difficult, but he managed it eventually. He called Sarah back in and she wrapped the corset around him.

“Not too right!” Aaron said. “I want to... OOF!” The air went right out of him as Sarah tightened the corset. While he didn’t feel her put a knee in his back, it was tighter than he wanted.

“Sarah...” he started to whine.

“Suffer for beauty... mom It’s only for a couple of days.”

Knowing he wasn’t going to win this argument either, Aaron relented. Sarah handed him a pile of clothes. “Go put these on,” she said, shoving him towards his bedroom.

He looked at what she had handed him. Jeans and a black blouse. He smiled and had a thought. Rummaging around in one of the many moving boxes still littering the place, he found some of his jeans and a pair of boxers. He removed the thong, put on the boxers, and slid on his jeans. The corset made the jean’s waist huge on his curvy body, but he found a belt and cinched it on. He put on the blouse and presented himself to Sarah.

“No. Go put on the jeans I gave you,” Sarah said, flatly, obviously disapproving

“Why? These are jeans! They’re the same thing!”

“They’re not. You look ridiculous in those baggy jeans. They don’t fit your waist now. And they’re not women’s jeans. Or do you want Ted and the cop to find out...”

“OK, OK,” Aaron said as he went back into the bedroom. He was going to wear boxers, though!

But his wife’s jeans were stretch jeans, meant to fit tightly. The boxers bunched up, and Aaron realized why Sarah had given him a thong to wear.

Aaron felt like the universe had turned against him as he slipped the thong back on and pulled the jeans up. They fit him like a second skin. He opened to door to present himself to Sarah.

She looked critically at him. “Turn around... mom.” Aaron slowly pivoted in place.

“What’s the matter?” He asked.

“Hang on.” Sarah started rummaging around in a different box, finding something and pulling it out. She ran into the bathroom and came back with a small paper pouch.

“Two things, mom,” she started. “The first is.... I can still see your junk. Not a good look. So put these on over your thong.” She handed him a flesh colored pair of shorts.

“These are..?” Aaron asked.

“Mom’s Spanx. They’re like a modern girdle. They’ll smooth things out. And second,” she handed him the paper pouch. “A panty liner. Stick that in your thong.”

“Uh....” Aaron started.

“Mom, Ted wants in your pants. You can claim it’s that time of the month...,”

Aaron did as told, putting the pad in place and the Spanx on. He then presented himself for inspection.

“Much better.”

Sarah finished off his outfit with a few hoop earrings in his recently pierced ears, some bracelets on one wrist and his wife’s delicate watch on the other. She put a narrow belt around his waist, cinching in the black blouse to show off his figure, pulling the blouse tight against his false chest. Some black kitten heel mules were slid onto his feet.

“Perfect. You look great!” Sarah told him.

“That is not what I want to hear,” Aaron said.

She handed him a purse. “I put the paper the cop gave you in there, along with some makeup. You should be good for the day, but remember to check your lipstick and gloss. You’ll need to reapply those through the day.”

Aaron licked his lips when she said that. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to tasting them on his own lips.

Sarah made him a cup of coffee, instructing him to keep his legs crossed when he sat. It was unnerving to see HIS lipstick on the mug as they sat and waited for Ted to arrive.