Bimbofication
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My name is Kevin, but sometimes with increasing frequency it is Kandi. I am about 5ft 6in tall and around 140 lbs. soaking wet, hirsute, and gifted with brownish red hair and green eyes, and a pouty lipped smile that made the girls go crazy. I was slender, average sized at best down there, but ended up dating and living with the love of my life. Janet tended to dress conservatively and simply but had an 'appetite' that was large and a bit on the kinky side. I worked at a third-party logistics facility doing accounting, while she worked at a local hospital assisting on cosmetic surgeries for burn victims, celebs who wanted improvements, sexual reassignments, breast enhancements, cold sculpting, liposuction, etc.
I had grown up 'dressing' but never with Janet as she liked lite bondage and oral, anal, public and I kind of figured she would not be into a lesbian type affair. However, she definitely enjoyed anything that was on the kinkier and wild side of sexual adventure. So, my dressing was just something I did to let myself feel sexy. I never thought about being with a guy, it was always a lesbian affair fantasy for me.
Since I was on a mandatory 2 week "use it or lose it" vacation, I had another day to sit around and loaf. Janet had left for the clinic early, at 5 a.m. I knew she was performing surgery all day since it was Wednesday.
When we met six years ago, I had the feeling Janet was going out with me for my money, as I was already making a six-figure salary, and hot babes generally don't date skinny nerdlings like me. After a month of dating, Janet had finished her residency, became a partner in a major plastic surgery clinic, and within a year after that, was making many times what I made in a year. Eighteen months after we met, we were married in a small, private ceremony in Vegas. Neither of us had any family, both being only children with now deceased parents. Perhaps that is what drew us together, that commonality shared and the loneliness it could bring. That and the wild kinky sex we both enjoyed! I worked a normal 40-hour week for the year and Janet only worked Wednesday through Saturday and although she started early most days, she was home by 2 or 3 p.m.
Janet was a very self-assured woman. At thirty, her 34C-24-34 figure fit her five-foot four-inch frame perfectly. Her raven-black hair was cut in a pageboy like Evangelina Lilly from that Ant-Man movie giving her that professional businesswoman's image, although it was obvious to anyone, she was indeed all woman, just like the lady in that movie. I, on the other hand was a bit unkempt for my 32 years of life. I did have a bit of a soft belly but not what you would call flabby...but not totally lean either. My brownish-red hair was much longer than Janet's, as I could put it into an 8-inch ponytail. I was never too enthused with keeping my body in top shape anyway, which made me a prime candidate for plastic surgery according to Janet.
I knew Janet would never suggest surgery for me, as it's not that I was upset with my appearance, I just never took pains to dress in the latest fashion. I may have looked a bit shaggy in my suits, or a bit out of place, with a too casual dress code but I always excelled in my work and that was all that really mattered to me. It's just that I never took any time to work on my appearance. Janet on the other hand took great pains to look good. Not that she was unhappy about her appearance, but her profession as a key plastic surgeon partly relied on her own looks, as a sort of advertising. She laughed at how many people asked her if she had undergone any surgery.
For all our happiness and wonderful times, there was one thing that Janet did not know about her husband. Somehow, I had managed to keep secret all these years, that while I did not care much for my GENERAL appearance, sometimes I went through pain-staking efforts to look good. To have my hair just right, to have my face baby-smooth, my waist nice and trim, the eyes made up dark, sultry with long lashes, long ruby red nails, lipstick just right so that I looked like the most gorgeous woman possible.
******* That Wednesday *******
Since Janet was in surgery all day, this was a chance I could indulge myself. Glancing at the alarm clock, I noted I had four hours of fun before having to "clean-up". I went to the spare room we had and opened the dresser I had set up for Kandi. The drawers were neatly arranged: bras, panties, garters, stockings in the top drawer; the second contained blouses and tops; the third held the skirts and a couple of short dresses; and the last held three different colored pairs of 3" heeled pumps; black, red, and white with a bag of assorted nighties. Nestled among the bras was a pair of nude knee highs filled with rice to make "C cup" breasts. Pulling out a black lace underwire bra and matching french-cut panties, I put them on. After inserting the 'breasts' into the bra cups, a black garter belt was next. Then a pair of black stockings, which were secured to the garters, while I wondered what it would feel like with shaved legs. I had never shaved any part of my body in fear it would give me away at the doctor's or the health club or somehow to Janet. Next was a white blouse trimmed with lace at the neck and sleeves. The final article was a black denim mini skirt which was extremely tough to get around my waist since it was so tight. A deep breath, a zip and a snap and it was on. Then I tucked the blouse into the skirt, inhaling to allow room for the extra fabric, then pulled the black pumps from the drawer to slip onto my feet. Reaching into the bag of nighties for my small make-up kit which contained all I would need: a set of red press-on fingernails, false eyelashes, Covergirl make-up, lip gloss and a variety of eyeshadows. Then I went to the bathroom to put on my face; make-up, rouge, lip gloss, line the eyebrows, eye shadow, the lashes, and lastly, the fingernails were applied. Smiling appreciatively at myself in the bathroom mirror, I brushed out my hair, not parting it on the left as usual, but down the center, and brushing down a set of "bangs". I then went to our bedroom to get a pair of inch long clip-on pearl earrings, a string of pearls from a jewelry box and looped them around my neck. I just loved the way the high heels made my butt stick out in the tight skirt, how they shaped my legs and just at the hem, I could see the alluring stocking tops and garters when I sat. Shuffling down the staircase in an almost dancing manner, elated in the rubbing of the skirt against the garters, the bobbing of the "boobs" in my bra. Feeling brave and confident in my mastery of the high heels, I hopped over the last three steps and landed gracefully onto the shining floor below - coming face to face with Janet!