Woman by Witchcraft

By: Sapphire
© 1980-2003

 

Chapter Seven   

When he regained his consciousness, Pat found that Sharon had put a soft pink blanket over him. Getting up, he heard her voice come softly through the apartment. 

"Sweetheart?... Can you bring my clothes in to me?" Pat called out.  Listening carefully, he couldn’t tell to whom she was talking or what was being said, but he heard her hang up the phone.

"Sure baby, and I'll bring your gift in, too." Moments later, she entered the bedroom carrying an armful of clothes, and a box wrapped in pink colored paper, with a large ribbon bow. 

"Here you go.  I can't wait to see you use them. Remember, you promised to use them for the rest of the week, and today's Pat reached for the package, then carefully removed the ribbon and bow, and opened the box. There between the tissue paper was a black, lace, bra and panty set. Not just any old bra and panty set, but one that an old friend of his would have said, "That you don't even need the girl with."  The panties were black lace, with ruffles around the leg openings, very sheer to the touch.  The bra was also black lace, but with elastic cleverly sewn in, to add lift and shape.  It was probably the most outright feminine and erotically stimulating set of underwear that he had ever seen.  It was positively not what you'd expect your girl friend to give to you as a present.   

"You want me to wear these things?" 

"I do. They're both in your size.  The bra is 36C.  I certainly don't wear that large of a cup size." True, she had beautiful, well-formed, firm breasts, but they were B cups. 

"Sharon, I can't wear these.  They’re much too feminine, too girlish, too.... too... sexy."  

"But you promised!" 

"Well, I'm backing out!" 

"Really?  Then wait until I start talking to all your friends about your 'problem'. What would Rick say?"  

"I told him this morning.  He took it well, and we're still friends.  In fact, he asked me to go to the movies with him tomorrow night." 

"Great!  Tell me about your "date" with him by letter, because if you don't live up to your promise, I'll never see you again."  

"You're not serious?" 

"I sure am!" 

" Why would you want to do that?  I don’t understand.  This is awful.  Alright!....at the threat of your leaving me, I guess you win. But just till Saturday night, then I'll never wear them again after that." 

"You'd have to wear them home tonight, anyway."  

"Why?"  

"Because I threw your old bra and men's underwear away."  

What’s gotten into you? Those cost a lot of money.  Did you know that bra was only worn once?  It was my only white one, the rest are all colored, girly looking things. "  Pulling the panties over his legs sent a shiver through Pat.  He had never worn anything so light, smooth, and soft. You could even see through some of the lace.  When he reached for the bra, he noticed for the first time that there was a wire running under each breast for added support and shaping. Together with the elastic, it gave his chest a most erotic, uplift thrust. The set looked great on Pat, even he could see that, but it made him more nervous with how much it made him look like a woman.  

As if reading his thoughts, Sharon added, "Don't worry. With tits that size, almost any bra would give you a womanish figure. Soon, nobody will notice the difference."  

"What do you mean by that?" 

"Soon, everybody will think that's the way you should look, that's all.  Now stop admiring yourself, and finish getting dressed."   

Getting dressed in his jeans and sweater, Pat noticed that his jeans seemed tighter on the hips than they did when he had put them on, just a couple of hours ago. At least the sweater was still serviceable.

He informed Sharon that later that afternoon he would have to check back with his advisor, Mrs. Kern. He still needed to know what was happening regarding his graduation. 

Later... as they were talking in her second floor office, Mrs. Kern told Pat that the school board had decided to allow him to graduate with his class.  She then qualified that by saying, that because of his appearance and wanting to help him not stand out, Pat would have to wear a white woman's gown, instead of the blue gown that the other boys would be wearing.  Pat asked how he could keep his "problem" a secret, if he entered the ceremony in a white gown.  Mrs. Kern answered that they had arranged for him to be sitting with the group that had gone through various night courses to graduate, so no one would recognize him.  When the time came to call his name, they would call Patricia.  The school board felt that was all that was necessary to keep it as discrete for him as possible. 

Pat figured if he was very lucky, if he came in late, and if he left right after the ceremony, he might get away with it.  He didn't know why he figured that his luck would change all of the sudden from the bad that has so recently befallen him, to good.  Pat had always figured that the only reason that he didn't have bad luck, was because he had NO luck at all.

Mrs. Kern also thought that with the increased chest size, that Pat should have his hair restyled into a more feminine arrangement for the graduation. She even suggested that he call her beautician.  

Sharon spoke up, and claimed the duty, explaining that she was a licensed beautician. The two of them then spent the next twenty minutes discussing various hairstyles that might fit the length of Pat's hair, or would make his face look more soft and womanly.  When he started to say something about it, they both told him to be quiet, and  since almost all the OTHER girls, would have a new hairstyle for their big day, it would make Pat stand out and be more noticeable, if he didn't have one, too. 

On the way home, Sharon stopped at a newsstand and bought an armload of women's and fashion magazines. She informed Pat these were for him to pick out his new hairstyle. 

"I don't know anything about hairstyles!  Why don't you pick out one for me, one that wouldn't embarrass me, okay?"  Pat implored of her, giving her carte blanche without realizing what he'd done.  

"Anything you say, sweetie," Sharon replied, with hardly a hint of glee in her voice.

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Later that week, Saturday to be precise, the clues were too numerous to ignore. It was happening again!  Not only were Pat's hips and ass rounding-out like a woman's; but his feet were shrinking!  His mom confirmed it, and she added that judging from his current condition, soon his whole body would resemble that of a shapely young woman.  

Waking up Saturday morning, Pat didn't have a pair of pants that fit. All of his were too tight in the hips and ass, and too loose around the waist.  His shoes were also too big. The only thing he could do, was to send his mom out shopping for still more clothes. Not only pants and shoes, but underpants, too, as the only pair of underpants that now fit at all, was the black lace panties that Sharon had given him. They had elastic in them that stretched to fit his newly enlarged hips and derriere. 

"I hope this doesn't keep on happening," his mom said, after taking Pat's new measurements, "it's getting too expensive.  In fact, you will have to get a job after school is out, to pay me back.  And maybe, buy some of your own clothes." And with that pronouncement, she was gone to run his errands.  

Pat had to spend the morning around the house in his black panties and bra with a robe that he had to borrow from Morgana.  He could still see her amusement when he explained why he needed the robe, and her smug expression again when she caught a peek of his lacy black underthings. 

There was no way to hide his dismay at the robe she gave him. A white satin nightgown robe, it was not only tight around the hips and chest, but the black undergarments showed through. 

"Cheer up! What else could happen now?" Morgana quipped. Two minutes later, Rick showed up. He didn’t say anything about how Pat looked, instead he asked how he was doing. 

"Rotten! It's happening again!"  

"Good God! How much bigger will your chest get now?" 

"Not my chest, thank God for that, but my lower half this time."  Seeing the expression of horror on Rick's face, Pat quickly added, " My hips, waist and feet are changing.  I had to send Mom out for some new pants and shoes."  

"Well, I'll tell you what," Rick then said with a grin, "what about something to take your mind off your troubles?  You need some cheering up!  That new science fiction movie starts at CineMagic theater tonight.  Come with me and we can go for a few beers later, and make a relaxing night of it."  

"I don't know..."  

"Ooh, come on.  You can't stay inside, moping around all your life.  I'll pick you at 7pm."  

The rest of the morning went pleasantly enough, with the thought of seeing the new Sci-fi movie occupying Pat's mind, diverting it form his troubles.  That was, until his mom came home with his new clothes. 

"These are GIRLS slacks!"   

"I know, I picked them out, remember?" 

"But, why?"   

"Because with your new hip and waist measurements, that's all you can fit into."   

"But girls wear guys jeans all the time..."  

"Not girls with hips as round, and waists as narrow, as yours."  

"... Alright, I'll concede that, but why only one pair of jeans, and all those pairs of stretch polyester slacks?"  

"You might grow some more, and these will stretch with you. I can't afford to buy pants for you that you wouldn't fit into next week.  Remember how many bra sizes you went through?"   

"But these don't have any pockets, and there's lace trim on some!"   

"Women’s  clothes don’t have pockets, women carry purses, and you'll just have to get used to lace, it seems.  Although it shouldn't bother you, you've been wearing black lace bra and panties since the middle of the week."  

Pat blushed profusely; he didn’t know she was aware of the underwear he was forced into wearing. "What's in the other boxes?" Pat asked, knowing when he'd been licked.  

Two of the boxes contained panties, in all colors; and the other two contained shoes.  "Before you start up again, you can't wear any of your old underpants anymore, they won't fit.  When you wear those slacks, anything bulkier than panties will show through. The shoes I got on sale.  If you don't like what I picked out, then just get a job, and buy your own!" 

The shoes she got me, (she got me two pair) were brown and white, both with medium heels. The white ones had a hole in the toe and a strap to wrap around the ankle.  And there were no trainers.  Pat didn’t realize it yet; but he had just  lost his first love, his daily running routine.

"I also picked out some knee-high stockings, to use with your new shoes. You won't need pantyhose until you wear dresses or a skirt."   

"Then I'll never need them!"

 "You’d better change quick, Rick's coming soon," Morgana reminded Pat with a half smile, effectively sidetracking the direction of conversation.  

"You're going out with Rick tonight?" his mom asked.  

"Yea! My baby sis is having her first date!"  

"It's NOT a date!"  

"When a guy takes me to the movies, it's a date."  Rejoined a spiteful Morgana. 

"But I'm not a girl."   

"No one will be able to tell that by the clothes your wearing tonight." 

"Knock it off, and let me just get dressed in peace."

As soon as Morgana and his mother left, Pat disrobed. He started with the jeans, for he wasn't about to wear the stretch slacks. The jeans fit snug around the hips and waist, but Pat could tell right away that they were the right size. The cut of the jeans shaped his derriere, and gave a slimming effect to his legs. Turning to a top, he first thought of a nondescript sweater, but it was too warm that day for sweaters. The top that seemed the best choice was a white silk blouse with puffed shoulders. Pat had been wearing women's blouses for a week now; but, he still had trouble with the buttons being on the "wrong" side.  He guessed he should have been glad that they weren't on the back.  

Shoes and socks were next, or maybe he should have changed that to heels and stockings. The knee-high nylons his mom brought for him were labeled "nude", Oh terrific! They felt strangely light clasping his calves, almost as if they belonged.  Both sets of shoes would go with what he was wearing for the night. Pat decided to try them both on, to see how they felt. First the brown set, closed toe, and higher back, but also a higher heel, too.  

Pat tried to figure out his mom's thinking. She didn't get him high heels as she would have thought of high heels. Her heels were at least five to six inches tall, while the ones for Pat were only a modest two inches.  But when you're not used to them, two inches might as well be spike heels.  Slipping on the brown pair, Pat attempted to stand.  He teetered and he swayed, his ankles not getting any support in this raised position.  He fell back onto his bed, before he could fall on his face.  

Sliding them off his feet, he reached for the white pair. Pat was hoping he wouldn't have to wear those. They had an open toe, and a strap around the ankle and heel. They glided over the stockings, and fit snugly. He had a little difficulty with the tiny strap fastening, but he was quickly standing in them. The straps gave his ankles much more support, and he was soon navigating the bedroom.  

As Pat passed the standing mirror, he noticed how he was forced to walk. He was taking much smaller steps, more deliberate steps because of his lack of confidence. His calves looked more elongated, more shapely, and finally, whenever he took a step, his hips swayed, provocatively. 

Pat walked down the stairs, to show his mom what he looked like. 

"See..." she said, "it's not as bad as you thought." 

"It's worse!  These clothes make me look like a girl and they don't have any pockets for my wallet or keys. I really am not convinced I want to go out tonight looking like this" 

"I thought it was Rick's treat tonight?  Try to cheer up, dear, you don't need a wallet."  

"But what about my house key?" 

"I've got an idea, wait right here." Cassy disappeared upstairs to her room, and returned right away. "You can have your choice," she declared,  "you can use this purse for your wallet and keys..."  

"OH NO!" Pat interrupted, "No purse..." 

"...or you can put your key on this silver chain; and wear it around  your neck." 

"That's not much better; but I guess it'll have to do." Threading the key through the chain, Pat clasped it behind his neck.  It hung just below the blouse’s neckline, between his breasts.   Pat didn’t realize he had just “accessorized” his outfit with the pretty silver necklace.  It was just the jewelry needed to accent his top.

"I still think you'd be better with the purse, then you could bring a comb and brush, maybe even a hankie, too, to go along with you wallet and keys."  

"No thanks Mom, and men call them handkerchiefs." 

"Whatever you say, dear.  My!  Don't you look pretty tonight." 

"I don't want to be pretty.  I want to be my old self again."  

"I don't know... do you really?  You seem to have taken to quickly to dressing, your movements and mannerisms match your clothes, and you seem softer and better spoken since this started happening to you.  I kind of like the change.  I am not sure it is not for the better." 

"Your date's here." Morgana announced, as she entered the room, immediately curtailing any response Pat may have been going to add. 

"Very funny!  I gotta go..."   

"Before you do, since you're not wearing any make-up, you at least need some of this!"  Suddenly, Morgana stepped forward, giving Pat two quick sprays from a perfume bottle.  

"Hey! What is that stuff?"  

"It's called NIGHT OF PASSION perfume, you'll love it, it sort of lingers...you know."   What was more interesting, was what she didn’t reveal.  A spell had been cast on the perfume; and everyone who gets a whiff of it tonight will take for granted Pat is a complete woman.

From out in the living room, came Rick's voice. "Hurry up Pat, or we'll miss the first show!" 

"Coming!" he yelled, then turning to his sister, "I'll get you for this!" 

"Have fun, sweetie" she smiled back.  

Walking out into the living room, Pat was greeted by Rick. "WOW! You look great!"  

"Thanks. You'll have to pay for everything tonight, and I'll have to pay you back tomorrow.  There are no pockets in these pants to put a wallet in."  

"No problem, they look just fine to me..."  

"Enough joking around, I don't want to be late," Pat said in a testy tone.  Jumping up, Rick hurried to open the front door for Pat.  Walking on the sidewalk, Pat could hear, for the first time, the distinctive  "click" of his high heels. The sway of his hips captivated Rick.  At the car, he held the door open for him.  Now that, was something he'd never done before.  Once on their way, Rick looked over at Pat and asked, "Are you wearing perfume?"  

"Morgana sprayed some on me just before you entered, she thinks it is some kind of joke! Ha!."   

"I think it smells great, what's its name?"  

"Night of Passion." 

"It should be called Justifiable Rape, it's a real turn-on." 

"It's me, Patrick, your best friend. Remember?" 

"Sure I remember, Pat, but as your best friend, I have to tell you, if you're going to go through life in a woman's body, you might as well make the best of it.  You'll get more offers to "pick up the check" wearing NIGHT OF PASSION, than wearing OLDE SPICE.   Here we are...." 

As they parked the car and got out, Pat noticed Rick giving him the once over again, this time he was taking it all in. The survey revealed, the long blond hair, the silver chain around his neck, the white silk blouse with a full jutting chest, the curve of his hips, and the widening expanse of his ass, the high heels with the dainty ankle strap and the stocking covered toes added to the affect.  Pat had a sinking feeling that this was going to be "one of those nights."  

After paying for their tickets, they stopped at the concession stand to purchase some popcorn. "Yes, Miss?" the attendant asked. Before Pat had a chance to answer, Rick put his arm on his shoulder and ordered them a large box of popcorn. 

"We'll share, if that’s all right with you?"  

"Why not?" Taking the popcorn in one hand, and Pat's arm in his other, he escorted him into the already darkened theater. About halfway through the film, Pat realized that Rick was leaning towards him in his seat, so that their shoulders touched, and had sometime earlier on, laid his arm on the back of his seat. Soon he started to play with the ends of Pat’s hair.  Looking at him, Rick seemed to be doing it unconsciously, while watching the film.  Pat would have stopped him, but it kind of felt good.  By the end of the movie, his hand had progressed from playing with Pat's hair, to running back and forth across his upper arm. This caressing sent shivers through Pat, and his nipples started to stiffen.  Pat’s body was acting like a schoolgirl’s and Pat was completely unaware and was succumbing to the feelings.  As the movie ended, Rick clasped Pat on the upper arm, and drew him closer.   

"Great film!  I loved the part where the pilot made it with his blonde copilot, didn't you?"  He left his arm around Pat as they left the theater. "Want to grab a couple of drinks: and try to make a relaxing night of it?" 

"Yeah! I think could use one." 

"Listen, the bar down the street is having a "Ladies Night"...uh... if we let them think that you're a girl, you could drink to midnight for free."

  

"But I couldn't do that!"   

"Sure you could!  The way you’re dressed, the way you look, and the way you act, everyone will believe that you're a girl. I haven't had a date with a girl that looked as pretty as you in a long time.  If anybody asks your name, just tell them that its Patti, that's all.  It's either that, or we each have one drink and then I have to take you home,; since you didn’t bring any money with you, I'm running low on cash."  

"...Okay...but I don't like it."  As they got near the bar, he took Pat's hand in his. "What are you doing?" Pat demanded.  

"You're supposed to be my date, remember?"  

"...Uh.. Oh yeah."  

The evening went on far too long.  With the tension, and the drinks, Pat soon had to go and relieve himself.  "Remember to use the "Ladies Room," Rick reminded softly as Pat left the table.  

What an experience!  Pat had never been in a Ladies Room before. The first thing that struck him was the lack of stand-up urinals.  Going into one of the stalls, he had to remember to sit down.  Having finished, he left the stall just as a girl came out of the next stall, with her skirt up around her waist, adjusting her panty hose.  Flustered and blushing at the unanticipated activities, Pat turned and fled back to the table.  

As the clock crept towards twelve, Pat started to feel the drinks.  Rick wouldn't let him order the usual beers the same as he was drinking.  Instead, he kept ordering Daiquiris, saying, "We have to make them think you're a woman, remember?  Notice how many women here are drinking beer?  Only that pair in the corner."  As Pat turned to look, he found one of his sister's friends, Babette, a short girl with a weight problem, drinking a beer with someone he couldn't identify.  Well, the drinks were taking their toll, and the room seemed to sway and go out of focus every once in a while, so Pat asked Rick to take him home.  But he almost fell as he stood up, so Rick had to put an arm around him to give him support.  As they passed the bar, the bartender asked if everything was all right.

"Sure, Rick replied, she just can't drink as much as a guy can."  

"Most can't, but she sure is a knockout.  Unless she is a lush, if she wants a job later on, tell her to come see me.  We can always use another cocktail waitress that looks like that!" 

"Sounds good to me, I'll tell her later, when she can remember." 

Supporting Pat out to his car, he leaned him against his shoulder as he drove home. All the while, his arm was around Pat's shoulders, and his hand lay down across his right breast, kneading and caressing it.  Slowly, Rick felt the nipple start to stiffen and extend.

He pulled the car over to the side of the road, about four houses down from Pat's house. Turning to Pat, he took the other breast in his other hand and squeezed it.  "Oh, Patti, you look so sexy tonight.  You don't know what girls like you do to men, do you?"  

Taking Pat's head in his large hands, he leaned forward and kissed Pat right on the lips. Crushing Pat against him, his hands wandered over his body. 

"Please...NO!...Rick...No!"  

"Come on, Babydoll, I know you want to, your body gives you away!  Kiss me, my lovely little girl!" Again, he forced his hot mouth on Pat's, and for just a second, the drinks and Rick's advances, betrayed him.  He opened is mouth to let Rick's probing tongue in.  But the moment passed, and in panic, he again pulled away.  Opening the car door behind him, Pat jumped out and stumbled through the neighbor’s yards to his front door.  Fumbling for the key around his neck, he unlocked the door and rushed directly to his room.  Quickly stripping away his clothes so quickly, maybe some buttons didn’t get opened, Pat put on one of the nightgowns his mother had bought him, and he slipped into bed.  No sooner did his head feel the pillow, than he passed out.

Chapter Eight

To Pat, it felt like someone had used his head as a hockey puck sometime during the night, and that later a cat had crawled into his mouth used it for a litter box and died there!  So this is what a hangover felt like, he thought....  This’s no fun at all!  The scent of the daiquiris and the perfume still clung to his hair.  Pat thought he had better take a shower. Getting up and slipping into the robe Morgana had loaned him the day before, he painfully staggered into the bathroom to shower.  

Flashes of the night before came back to him while soothing hot water was cascading over his body.  Pat didn’t know for sure which made his insides ache more, the after effects of the drinks, or the way Rick had acted.   What was that he'd called him?  "Baby doll," and his "lovely little girl." 

Pat's body too, had betrayed him last night.  The beasts, the hips and the ass, all  wanted Rick, wanted him real bad!  He could still feel it.  With the drinks in him, the feeling was easy to succumb to, and for a brief moment, he did.  For that moment, Pat wanted his kisses and his caresses, he wanted to be  "Rick's girl".

But Pat had pulled himself out of it.  He had felt his own erection at Rick's kiss! Somehow, he now felt unclean, but it wasn't really that bad...what did Rick say? "...if you're going to go through life with  a woman's body, you might as well make the best of it".  That made a little sense.  Looking into the mirror at the girl frowning back, it made more than a little sense.  

When he washed his hair, Pat used lots of cream rinse. He blow-dried his hair to an unexpected fullness, and he parted it down the middle.  After finding a matching set of undergarments and trying on one of the new pairs of slacks, he got dressed. The slacks were of a soft polyester material, with a stretch waistband, and slightly flaring legs from the knee down. Adding to that, he chose a powder blue blouse with a rounded collar, and what he believed was called "Peter Pan" sleeves. The problem of shoes still bothered him. With only two pair to pick from, Pat had to choose the white heels again.  But he would remedy that later in the day.  

 

Humming a happy tune, Pat went downstairs to eat breakfast.  Between the hot shower, and his new resolve, the hangover had disappeared.  

"Mom," he said during breakfast, "I've been thinking, I need more clothes than I have now, shoes for instance. I just can't wear those two sets of heels everyday."  

"I know Pat, but today, I'm too busy to go shopping again for you, again. I just spent yesterday doing that."  

"I know Mom, but I was thinking of perhaps, doing it myself.  I think I'd better get used to it. I was thinking of taking Sharon along with me for help, you always appeared to like the way she's dressed."  

"Sounds good to me!  Here's my MasterCard, don't run it up too high. I will want you to pay me back for all these new clothes."  

"Thanks!"  Using the chain he'd used the night before, he hung the house key around his neck again, and put the credit card into the lace decorated  pocket the blouse had prominently displayed on its chest.  Pat clutched some loose change in his hand, and took the bus over to Sharon's.  The reaction he received at Sharon's was not what Pat expected. 

"My! Aren't we something! Your hips would do any woman credit, and I love your heels, they make your feet look so...delicate," she said in an acid tone.  Sharon, it seemed, was not too thrilled to see him for some reason.            

"What's wrong, Sharon?  Has something come between us?" 

"Babette saw you last night, or at least, she thinks it was you!   Went out on a date with some fella, ended up falling all over each other, she says!  Well?  Are you leaving me for some GUY?!" 

"Of course not, sweetheart!  Listen, as you may have noticed; but, the changes have started again.  By Saturday, I was too hippy for any of my pants or any of my underwear, and my feet had shrunk too small for my shoes to fit.  Mom had to get me some new clothes, and I was really depressed.  When Rick saw how down I was, he took me to a movie to cheer me up.  After that, we went to get a couple of beers." 

"Babette said that you weren't drinking beers!"  

"No...let me finish...Rick was running out of money, so we went to a  bar that was having a "Ladies Night", he figured that at least I'd be  able to drink for free until midnight.  He said that women don't drink beer, so he ordered me Daiquiris...quite a few daiquiris, in fact.  But by the time we were ready to leave, I was a bit tipsy, and he had to help me to the car."  I decided, particularly considering her mood, that I wouldn't tell her what transpired in Rick's car. 

"Well...I guess I believe you, but you had better take me out soon and make up for it!"  

"Just what I had in mind," I hastened to add. "I need to shop for some more clothes, and I was hoping you could come with me; and give me some help."  

"You want MORE girls clothes?"  

"I think so, Rick said something that made me do some thinking. I don't know how long I'll be looking like a girl, but I had better just make the best of a strange situation.  Anyway, Mom only bought me two pairs of shoes, brown heels and these white ones, I need more that!"  

"That you will!" she said with a laugh. "But one of the first things you need is a purse to put your things in," she said, taking the credit card out of my blouse pocket. "You can take me out to lunch while we're out." Then after grabbing her purse and her car keys, Sharon was on her way with Patti.    

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If it was shopping Pat wanted, then then it was shopping Pat got!  Never!   Not in a million years could he have imagined everything that he needed.  First they went to a shoe store, where the credit card was put to use for sandals, platforms, deck shoes  (in light pink, no less), and more heels! But the lack of a good pair of running shoes was not noticed.  Even a pair of high heeled boots with an incredible six inch heel, and chrome tips on the knife point heel was included. 

"I'll never wear those!" Pat protested.  

"You never know..." she answered cryptically. Then on to the department store they went, and true to her word, she bought him a purse. In reality, it should be said that she bought two purses - a leather purse with a shoulder strap, and a small black velvet clutch bag for evening use.  From there, she picked slacks, jeans in all colors, cotton pants that hung baggy in the legs and snug around the ass, and a pair of  "disco" pants that, when Pat tried them on, looked like they came out of a spray can! 

While he was trying on those lycra disco pants in the dressing room, they plainly showed his manhood between his legs. Pat made no comment at the time, and after they were finished, they went from the slacks to the undergarments section.  

Heading right for the panty girdle area, she had Pat buy a couple in flesh tones about a size and a half too small.  "That should keep you girlishly modest from now on."

 The list went on and on, nightgowns (to add to the one Mom bought me), bathrobes, and slippers.  (He didn't even know that they made slippers with a heel!) But Pat drew the line when she started heading toward the dresses and skirts. They argued over lunch.  

"If you're going to be a girl, you'll have to go all the way!"  

"I don't know if I'm ready for that yet."  

"Sure you are, and if you're not, you should be.  Warm weather is upon us already, in case you hadn't noticed.  If you don't wear skirts, then you'll need some shorts.  Shorts for girls our age are VERY short, and rather skimpy. Once the temperature starts to climb, you'll wish you had some loose skirts to wear.  I wear them all summer long, remember?"  

"Okay, but nothing too short!"  

"Anything you say!  We should also get you some hair care products, and let me style your hair, I am a beautician."  All he did was grimace. She was getting so excited, it seemed that she was playing dress-up with a life size doll, named Pat! So after lunch, they went to a different store for still some more clothes.  Long and short skirts, wrap-around, pleated, straight, and flaring.  Slips, too were purchased, with half-slips, even some teddies and camisoles.  Pantyhose, and a razor for his legs and underarms were added to the growing piles of goods. Then they hit the makeup counter, and bought lipsticks, eye shadow, mascara, eyebrow pencils and liner, blush, foundation, moisturizers, powders, lip-gloss, the array was staggering.  When they arrived at the perfume counter, she asked Pat which scent he preferred.  

"Choose carefully, but only one. A woman should use a perfume as a sort of trade mark."  Looking over all the names, and smelling them, was very confusing. Pat didn't know which to choose, until he found a bottle of NIGHT OF PASSION. Taking it to her, he explained what had transpired the night before, about Morgana spraying him with it, and Rick really digging it.  They took that, too.  

On their way out, on one of the racks, Sharon caught sight of a black jumpsuit, which she loved at first sight.  It was Jet Black, with empire sleeves. Gathered just under the breasts, it fit snug around the hips and thighs, then it opened up real loose from the knees down. It had a golden sash belt, and golden piping. They took that, too!  

The back seat of Sharon's car was loaded higher than the windows with boxes and bags when they finally made it back to her apartment.  After unloading the car, Sharon insisted on trimming his hair right away.  

Since he had just washed it earlier that morning, she only had to wet it down to cut it.  After snipping away at it for some time, she proceeded to put it up in rollers and then found some foul smelling liquid to apply to the rollers.  All Pat's questions were answered with, "...wait and see.…" 

While she was letting the rollers set, she took a pair of tweezers and attacked his eyebrows. The process was painful and prolonged. She would pull a few hairs, then step back and check the results. This lasted about 45 minutes. After this ordeal, Pat was glad to be told to sit in a soft chair so she could use a dryer on him.  It was one of the old fashioned kinds, with the large plastic bag and hose attached to a larger unit.  

But if Pat thought that he was going to receive any rest, while the dryer worked, he was greatly mistaken.  While he was seated, she had him take off his shoes and knee-high stockings, and wiggle out of his pants.  Bringing in a pan of hot water and soap, she lathered up one leg, then the other, and commenced to shave his legs.  

"You must keep your legs smooth from now on, or they will just look horrible."

After finishing his legs, she took his hands and carefully shaped his fingernails, and applied two coats of a deep red nail polish, followed by two coats of a clear sealer. When the timer sounded, she announced that his hair was done. Off came the dryer bonnet, and she carefully removed the rollers and brushed the style out.  

"The liquid I used was for a permanent wave...."  

"A PERM!?"  

"Sure, now you can take a shower, and not wash your hair style away.  Take a look." Pat had never seen his hair that full and shiny before.  She had given him the style made famous by Farrah Fawcett, swept back on both sides and with soft waves. This was also the first time he got to see what she had done to his eyebrows. Two delicate arches, very feminine..... oh boy!  Pat thought she’d gone a bit overboard!  

His mother thought Pat would merely pick up some shoes, and a robe, but instead, he'd gotten a full feminine wardrobe, and a face that no sane person would believe belonged a male. It looked like he was destined to be "Patti" for a while to come.           

"Slip your robe and slippers on, and we'll have a quick bite to eat.  I'm taking my new creation out on the town tonight to show her off," she beamed. "We will not be able to call you Pat anymore, though; it doesn't fit you anymore. I now name you Patti!  Or do you want something else?"  

"No, I've grown used to Patti, that's what Morgana has been calling me since I first had to start wearing a bra.  It doesn't seem like that was less than two weeks ago, does it?"  

"Eat up, then we'll get you dressed right, and then we’ll do the town up pink!"  

"Don't you mean, 'do the town red'?"  

"The way you look, I mean pink!"  

After dinner, Sharon made up Pat's face with bright, deep red lipstick, to match his nail polish, and light blue eye shadow to complement his own eye color.  The mascara, liner, and pencils made his eyes look wider, and somehow softer. Foundation and blush, topped off with powder, finished it all off.  Squeezing into the panty girdle was a chore in itself, and Pat thought he'd never fit; but, fit it did.  After adjusting his penis so it would not be too painful, they pulled it into place. The only thing that showed was a slight mound that made his front look like he had a "Venus Mound".  A plunging black bra, and black bikini panties, completed his underthings.  Stopping there, Sharon painted Pat's toenails the same color as his fingernails.  She had picked the new black jump suit for the evening, and it fit Pat like a dream.  The new 6inch black heels with the chrome tips, and a clutch purse, completed the outfit. Pat could hardly believe what he looked like, from the top of his fluffy permed blonde hair to the chrome tips of his black patent leather " fuck-me now " stiletto heels. 

"What you really need is earrings...do you want me to pierce them for you now?" she asked hopefully.  

"No, not just yet! Is this it?"  

"Almost," and she gave Pat a spray of "Night of Passion", "now we're ready, lets go party!" 

Continued in Chapter 9

 

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