Chapter 5
Monday came around, and Marsha arrived at Jonathan's doorstep. He answered the bell, all dressed and ready to go.
"I see you're anxious to get your last item of apparel, Jonathan." Marsha said to him.
"Oh, yes. I'm creaming in my silky panties," Jonathan whispered in Marsha's ear as they walked down the hallway.
"We really must get you a few more pairs of panties. You can't keep wearing and washing (hopefully) the same pair. Why don't I pop into a lingerie department and get some more underthings for you as well, today?" Marsha said to him in a voice loud enough to make Jonathan blush.
"Oh, that would be marvy!" Jonathan said to her, happily.
They went out of the apartment building and out to the bus stop. They waited impatiently for the bus to come.
Finally, it did. They got on, paid their fares, and rode downtown.
They decided to go to the fine department store, as their purchases would not be difficult ones to do together. They went into the slick store.
Jonathan cruised the aisles in ecstasy. Marsha aided him by stopping at all the pretty counters, as if she was the only one interested in the merchandise there, and Jonathan would stand idly by, or handle the wares that she forced into his trembling hands, as if he was just her boyfriend forced to tag along as she went shopping.
"Oh, honestly, costume jewelry is getting nicer and nicer these days, don't you think, Jonathan?" Marsha said to him, slipping a cool set of large, round beads through his long fingers.
Jonathan shivered with delight. Marsha looked at the necklace.
She took it from his hands, and put it up to her neck. Then, she looked in the mirror.
"Here, stand still, stop fidgeting, you promised to shop with me. Let me put these up to you to see how they look on someone's neck." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan turned his head to her. She put the large high quality plastic beads up to his neck.
Jonathan's Adam's apple was jumping up and down with excitement. A saleslady came up to them.
Marsha said to her, "Too bad men aren't encouraged to dress up like we are. Don't you think he'd look lovely in beads like this?"
Jonathan blushed. The saleslady giggled with Marsha.
"Well, I guess we better make our necessary purchases before we go overboard with lovely items like this." Marsha said to the saleslady.
Marsha pulled Jonathan after her toward the wig department. They walked around the low, square white tables.
Finally, they saw wigs in the style and price range that they were looking for. They had to settle for dynel, but they wanted higher quality dynel.
Marsha sat down on one of the plush square stools. She made Jonathan sit beside her.
They handled the wigs for a moment. Then, a suspicious saleslady came up to Marsha.
"Can I help you, Miss?" the saleslady asked Marsha superciliously.
Marsha turned toward her and answered, "Yes, you can, as a matter of fact. I'm looking for a good, but not too expensive wig. I want another style of hair to fool around with.
The sales lady said to her, "Well, what sort of style and color were you thinking of?"
Marsha said, "I was thinking in terms of light brown straight hair, maybe just touching the shoulders. Like, maybe, something in a page boy, but that can be put into a ponytail or up on top or something along those lines."
"I see. I think we have something like that for you." the saleslady said to Marsha.
She bent down on her high heels, and opened one of the large white drawers that formed the sides of the square tables.
She took out a number of wigs. She placed them on some empty manikin heads.
She showed each one to Marsha. There were several shades of brown, from almost a dirty blonde to a deep chestnut.
The lengths ran from well below the shoulders to a high blunt cut. Marsha looked at the wigs for a while.
"What do you think, Jonathan. What do you think would look best on me?" Marsha asked him.
"Well, even though it's not quite what you intended to get, I think you should try that very light brown, long one." Jonathan said nervously.
"That's a very nice wig." the saleslady said to Marsha, pulling it off of its head.
"Do you have something to put my hair back with, so I can try them on?" Marsha asked her.
"Yes, certainly. I'll be right back." the saleslady said to Marsha.
She left them for a moment. Marsha turned to Jonathan, who was trembling with excitement.
"What do you want to be, Veronica Lake?" Marsha asked him, snorting.
"Well, yes. Sort of a taller, darker haired one. Why not?" Jonathan asked her.
"Well, I'll have to see. It might not look bad on you, actually. But, we don't want to make you into a knock-out right away." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan blushed, imagining himself as a vamp between Veronica Lake and Lauren Bacall. He stared feverishly at the long, wavy wig.
The saleslady returned. She pulled Marsha's long, dark hair into a nylon cap.
Then, she placed the wig over her scalp, with two outstretched hands. Then, she settled the wig on Marsha's head.
Marsha smiled at herself in the mirror. She placed the fuller side of the parted hair over her eye.
She winked at Jonathan. He blushed deeply.
"What do you think, Jonathan?" Marsha asked him.
"I think it's just perfect." Jonathan said to her.
Marsha started to laugh. The saleslady looked at her curiously.
"I think I do want this, Miss. But, I'd like to discuss it a while with my brother, first, if you don't mind." Marsha said to her.
"Certainly, Miss." the saleslady said, stiffly bowing out of the scene.
"Here, try it on." Marsha said to Jonathan.
She pulled the wig off of her head. She slipped it over Jonathan's short hair.
"Now scowl, and pretend that you don't like me doing this to you." Marsha instructed him.
Jonathan did as she instructed. Marsha slapped his cheek playfully, and felt the heat of his blush.
But, she ended up fixing the wig on his head, and letting him gaze at himself in the mirror. Tears came to Jonathan's eyes as he saw his lovely new image.
"Oh! I love it! I love it, Marsha. I must have it!" Jonathan whispered ardently to her.
He did look very good in it, Marsha thought. It went well with his long, slender neck, and his delicate, bony nosed features.
His eye brows would need a little shaping. But, all in all, the forties look would suit him well, Marsha thought.
"But, you realize we'll have to tone you down for tomorrow. You can't be a femme fatale in a kilt, you know." Marsha hissed at him.
"Anything, anything you say, Marsha. Just let me have it." Jonathan said to her.
"Quick, take it off. I'll put it back on." Marsha said to him.
She had seen the saleslady approaching. She fixed the wig on her own head, and turned to face the arrogant woman.
"Have you decided, yet?" the saleslady asked her.
"Yes. I'm going to buy it, with my brother's consent." Marsha said to her.
"Very good, Miss. Shall I pack it up for you?" the saleslady asked her.
"Yes, thank you." Marsha said, handing the wig to her.
After that, they went to the lingerie department. Jonathan wanted to go into the tantalizing corner of soft and slinky materials, but Marsha told him that he better wait outside, cooling his heels.
"I'll get you a size larger than me." Marsha said to him.
"Get me some lace, I want a pair that's all see through lace. And, some more silky ones, but in other colors. How about a black pair?" Jonathan whispered to her, pleadingly.
"We'll see. Give me some money." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan gave her some money. Marsha was in there a long time.
Jonathan stole looks at the department. His cock was hard and throbbing in his corduroy jeans.
When Marsha finally emerged from the area, with her bag of purchases, he rushed her out of the store. He held her hand tightly, and pulled her into a deserted alley.
There, he pressed her against the wall, and rubbed his hard-on against her pants crotch. Marsha was too astonished to say anything.
She let him rub against her warm, hollow until his cock dissolved into a wad of stickiness inside his corduroy inseam.
Then, he fell against her, wheezing with relief. Marsha was amazed.
Finally, she said to him, "Boy, you really got turned on, didn't you? Wait until you see the panties I bought for you. And, something else as well."
"Oh, what? What? Show me." Jonathan said to her, breathing heavily.
Marsha opened the stapled bag. She brought out three pairs of frilly and silky underpants.
One pair was black stretchy lace. There was a narrow band of stretchy, silky material along the center of the crotch, and the rest of thinly laced see through.
"This should keep your cock in." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"Oh, these are so lovely." Jonathan said to Marsha, kissing her on the cheek.
"And, now, this is what else I bought you." Marsha said to him. Marsha pulled out from some tissue paper, a small bra. It had wire underneath, and thick padding.
She held it up for Jonathan's inspection. The straps were silky, and there was a silky little bow at the cleavage.
"Oh, it's so lovely! Thank you! Thank you!" Jonathan said to her, his cock beginning to rise again, as he looked at his new bra.
"I thought that Joan could use a little help in front. Not all girls are as lucky as me, you know." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan was very happy. He babbled ecstatically to Marsha about Joan in a whisper, all the way home on the bus.
"Now, I want you dressed, freshly powdered and perfumed tomorrow at noon. And, I'll come over and help you with your make-up." Marsha said to him.
"Alright, Marsha. Thank you so much." Jonathan said to her.
He went to bed clutching a pair of his new panties, and wearing another pair of them. He had a wet dream that night where he was in bed between Veronica Lake and Lauren Bacall.
In the morning, he pulled the sticky lingerie from his hairy balls and limp cock. Then, he went and washed them out thoroughly.
As he was rinsing them out, Dan barged into the bathroom. Jonathan was caught naked, with a pair of pink silky panties, with frilly thigh lines, in his hands.
"You washing Marsha's panties for her, now?" Dan snorted, as he pulled his big cock out of his loose pajama bottoms.
"Well, she left them here, so I thought I might as well not have them smelling up my room." Jonathan said to the other boy.
"Ha!" Dan said, as a thick stream of amber came out of his big cock.
Jonathan saw him splash urine on the floor, out of the corner of his eye. He wrung out the panties, and carried them into his bed room.
He draped them over the doorknob to dry. Then, he stretched, and lay down on his bed.
He held his cock in his hand. It started to swell up with blood as he thought of his approaching afternoon.
He slowly pulled at his cock. He looked over at the skirt and blouse that he had laid out on his chair the night before.
He closed his eyes and thought about beautiful women. He pulled faster and faster at his cock.
Finally, the sperm spurted out of his cock. It rose up in the air, and fell back, in a narrow parabola, onto his hairless thighs.
Afterwards, Jonathan lay on his back, listening as his roommate ate a leisurely breakfast, and grunted. Finally, he heard the door slam.
Fortunately, he thought, Dan had a full schedule of classes that day. So, Jonathan was free to dress up in his apartment.
Jonathan went to the bathroom. He showered himself clean.
Then, he went to have some coffee, while he let the tub fill with bath oiled warm water. And, when it was done, he sunk his naked, hairless body into the tub.
He relaxed there for nearly an hour. Then, he rinsed his hair out under the faucet.
Then, he went into his bedroom. He powdered himself thoroughly.
He sprayed Secret onto his armpits. He got a thrill every time he saw the commercial about his preferred deodorant, "Strong enough for a man, but made for a woman."
Jonathan finally felt clean and fresh enough to pull up his panties. He decided to wear the black pair.
It was the sexiest, he thought. And, he thought that if he had to wear a subdued outfit, he might as well have a real erotic hidden outfit.
Also, he thought that he'd have a hard-on for sure during the course of the day, and the stretchy fabric of the black panties would keep him in a smooth shape. It was actually, a light girdle.
After the panties, Jonathan tried to put on the padded, wired bra. It took him several minutes to get it all hooked, and pulled around to where it was comfortable.
Finally, he could look in the mirror, and see a rather muscular, thick waisted girl, in her underwear. He smiled happily.
Next, he put the white cotton blouse over his white bra. It felt cool and soft against his skin.
And, his bra showed through nicely, but not blatantly underneath the blouse. Jonathan left the top two buttons opened.
Then, he pulled the skirt up around his waist. Marsha had fixed the button, and now the kilt fit perfectly.
Finally, Jonathan pulled the rust colored knee socks up over his too muscular calves. The skirt went to just the middle of his knees, like a classic Chanel skirt.
He decided to leave the sweater for when he went outside, so he wouldn't be too warm now, and too cold later. Jonathan's heart was pounding beneath his blouse.
Finally, Marsha came to the door. Jonathan heard the doorbell chime.
He went to the peephole. He looked through. He dreaded the idea that Dina, or someone else was at the door.
But, fortunately, it was Marsha. He let her in, his ears popping with excitement.
Marsha went purposely after him into the bedroom. He brought out the supply of make-up that she had gotten for him.
She began to work on his face. She made him get a few of his eyebrow hairs plucked.
But, she couldn't pluck too many, since he would have to go back into masculine dress later on. For this reason, among others, Marsha thought that a forties look was their best bet.
Finally, Jonathan was lightly, and tastefully made-up. Then, Marsha pulled the nylon cap over his scalp.
His hair pressed tightly against his head. Then, she brought the wig out of its case.
She put it onto his head, and secured it tightly to his real hair, and the nylon cap with strong pins.
Then, Marsha brought out a brush, and combed the hair into a demure, school girl long hair-do.
She put a barrette tightly into the thick part on the far side of the part. Jonathan protested that.
"Look, you can't be a high school visitor with a peek-a-boo look, and that's that!" Marsha said to him.
Jonathan pouted, and his pink lipsticked lips made thick, creamy circles. Marsha laughed.
Finally, Jonathan put his big feet into the pumps, and stood up. He had been practicing walking, so he did pretty well at it.
Marsha walked with him to the door. He strung the sweater around his waist.
As they closed the door, Dina came down the hallway. She called to Marsha.
"Hey, Marsha, is Dan there?" she said to her.
"No. Nobody's home. I'm mad. I told Jonathan that I would be bringing my high school friend, Joan over and he's not here," Marsha said to her.
"Oh. Well, you know how forgetful Jonathan is," Dina said to her.
Dina smiled at Jonathan. Jonathan fidgeted.
"Dina, this is Joan. She's from my home town. She's visiting for the day to see how she likes our college. She'll be graduating this spring." Marsha said to her.
"Hello, Joan. Don't do it! Only kidding. It can be fun here. But, it's a lot of hard work." Dina said to Jonathan.
"Well, that's why I've come to check it out. I'll have to make that decision." Jonathan said to her in a low, high voice.
"I love your hair. It's so shiny." Dina said to Jonathan.
"Thank you. I use coconut oil. Nobody uses Breck anymore." Jonathan said to her.
"Are you two going to school now?" Dina asked them.
"Yes. Are you?" Marsha asked Dina.
"Yeah, if Dan's not home." Dina said.
The three girls walked the short distance to the campus. Jonathan chatted deliriously with Dina.
He was in ecstasy. Dina didn't seem to have any suspicions about him.
"Well, we have to run to my anthro class now, Marsha said, after they chatted a bit in front of the library.
Dina waved goodbye to them, and Marsha and Jonathan walked into the library annex where the class was held. Jonathan almost fainted when he saw how big the class was.
Marsha led him into the class. She had him sit next to her.
A minute later, Dale Kelly walked into the class. She sat down and arranged her books.
Then, she looked around the classroom. Her eyes fell on Jonathan.
She stared at him severely. Jonathan felt a crimson flush come to his cheeks.
Marsha said to Miss Kelly, "Miss Kelly, this is my friend, Joan. She'd like to sit in on the class. She's thinking of coming here next fall, and I wanted to show her how difficult our classes can be."
Dale Kelly smiled at Jonathan. She turned her head away.
Jonathan breathed a sigh of relief. Then, there was a commotion in the hallway.
Some students came in, giggling. Alphonse, an anthro senior, came in after them.
He was wearing a tacky, chiffon print dress. But, he hadn't shaved his Van Dyke beard, or his hairy legs and arms.
He wore high top sneakers, and boy's thick socks. He went and sat next to Miss Kelly.
She ignored him. She looked at her watch, it read five minutes after the class was supposed to start.
The class went by smoothly. Everyone went around the room, telling about what they had been reading up on.
Most people had read up on carnivals. Only Alphonse, one girl, and Wendell, whose anthro thesis was going to be on drag queens, had read up on transvestitism.
By the end of the class, Jonathan wasn't feeling at all self conscious. As he and Marsha walked out of the class room, and onto the freshly mowed lawn, Alphonse ran up to them.
"You should have at least shaved, Alphonse." Marsha said to him dryly.
"Oh, I wouldn't do that." Alphonse said to her.
"Alphonse, this is my little friend, Joan." Marsha said to him.
Alphonse began to turn his leering charm on Jonathan. Jonathan blushed.
He didn't say much. He was not very secure with his feminine voice.
"Now, don't you go trying to seduce my friend. She's still in high school." Marsha said to Alphonse.
"Well, if I can't seduce you, I have to seduce somebody." Alphonse said to her.
"Good luck." Marsha said to him, putting her arm around Jonathan's shoulders.
"Well, goodbye." Alphonse said to them.
"Goodbye, nice to meet you." Jonathan said to him, softly.
Marsha cracked up. She patted Jonathan's ass.
"Well, that wasn't so hard, was it? I bet you're hard." Marsha said to him.
"Yes, I am." Jonathan confessed to her.
"Well, let's slip into the girl's bathroom. The one here is usually empty." Marsha said to him.