The Big Dust Up
Another Fiction by John G. Edwards All Rights Reserved 2016 Copyright
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I made my boyfriend wear a dress one weekend, he wasn't thrilled about it, but he did come to the realization that he looks pretty damn good wearing one. This is s short story about how I got Michael to wear one of my dresses for a day. It all started out when we got into a big dust-up - an argument, for those who don't know what a dust-up is. It all started when he was supposed to take me out camping one weekend. He wound up going racing with one of his friends, instead and I got really pissed off!
You see, he was went to help one of his close friends and didn't tell me about going to the dry lake bed that weekend. I mean, I would have went too, but he didn't ask me to go. Camping is camping, where ever you go. The car that he was crewing on was in the hunt for a land speed record and I knew about that, but I didn't know that he was going our weekend. He just took off on a Friday afternoon, didn't call me or anything. He said that he had left his cell phone at home since it wouldn't do him any good out on the lake bed, yeah - right!
I was frantic trying to reach him, I didn't know if he was hurt or what. His parents live way out of state and they were no help because they don't talk to him very much right now, they have their own dust-up blowing. Not knowing about the man that you love always drives women crazy, especially when you can't get a hold of them - isn't that why we have cell phones? I know, I'm just a Millennial who has to have information at her fingertips and right now, but that's what all of us twenty-something's are all about. We tend to keep track of each of each other via text, email, to Facebook - that's just how it is now a days.
When Michael finally returned on Sunday he didn't even call me. I finally went by his apartment around 11:30pm and found his car in the parking lot. I went up to his apartment and when he opened the door, the dust-up started.
"Where in the hell have you been? I've been worried sick because I didn't know where you were! Are you just trying to get me pissed off, or what! You said you we were going camping this weekend, didn't you?"
"Well..."
"Shut up! Look Michael, you didn't call or anything, what the hell's wrong with you? Don't you love me anymore?"
"Will you come in and set down for a minute..."
"You bet your ass, I will!" I guess you can see I was pissed! "Ok, what's your excuse, this time?"
"Curtis got the race car running and there was an event this weekend at the lake bed. We worked on it all Thursday night and most of Friday so we could make it. We finally got the turbocharger back from being serviced and I was in such a dither to get it put back on the engine, I simple forgot to call and tell you because we were running out of time for this event. Look, I'm really sorry, is there anything that I can do to make it up to you?
"You expect me to believe that shit?"
"Well, we did set a new record in our class."
"How fast?"
"206.1 mph."
"What?"
"The roadster went 206.1 mph on the lake bed, a new record, like I said."
"Oh... Congratulations, but I'm still pissed off at you!"
"Honey, you know that racing is important to me and my business."
"So you say, but what about me - do I come into this equation anywhere?"
"You absolutely do..."
"Is that a hesitation I here in your voice?"
"No... I just want you to know that my work is pretty important to me, but you come first." A slight fabrication.
"Uh, huh... Show me." Michael reached out and gave me a big kiss, but I pulled away after a few seconds. "What are you willing to do to make this up to me Michael?" I knew I had him trapped.
"What do you have in mind?"
"Well now, let me think about this and I'll get back to you. I have to go."
"But you are here, don't you want to stay with me tonight? After all, we did set a new record!"
"Your record doesn't mean that much to me..." I knew that this would deflate his ego big time.
Michael looked at me, "You know what, get your ass back in your car and leave!" With that he slammed the door as I walked out. Had I made a mistake here or what??? I turned around and left. I could have banged on his door yelling and screaming, but that would have caused a big mess with his neighbors at this late hour. On the drive home I started crying because I was so upset with myself, but especially with Michael for his inconsiderate behavior.
Michael is just like all men , they are self-centered and their work is the most important thing in their lives. Ha, there is more to life than just work! I'll fix him! Then is came to me, I would make him wear a dress and go out with me to the mall.
The next day I was awaken by Michael's telephone call, "Hello?"
"Good morning Sydney-Lynn, how are you this morning sweetheart?"
The only times Michael calls me Sydney-Lynn is when I'm really mad at him, "Morning."
"Get a good night's sleep did we, or are we still grumpy?"
"What do you think?" I was not going to let him off the hook so easy.
"I sense you are still unhappy, is it?"
"What do you think?"
"Well, what I think and a couple of bucks might just get you a cup of coffee, but if I was a betting man, I would say you are still pissed."
"Yes, and..."
"And, get over it. You know that I love you dearly and that I would do anything for you."
"Anything?"
"Yes, anything. What do you want me to do to show you my love, sweetheart?"
"I've given this matter a lot of thought, and..."
"And?"
"I want you to let me dress you up."
"Dress me up, how?"
"I want you to wear a dress and let me put some makeup on you."
"Say what?"
"I want you to wear a dress for me, you did say you would do anything for me, didn't you? Hmm?"
"Forget it, sorry I disturbed you this early in the morning." Click went the phone. Now I was really mad. A few days later I called Michael to see if he was still alive.
"Michael?"
"Hi..."
"Are you still breathing?"
"Yes..."
"Are you coming over to see me?"
"Maybe..." I guess I could hang up on him, but I wanted to move dressing him up, forward. "How about we call a truce and let's go to dinner? I want to hear about your weekend at the lake bed, anyway."
"Ok, how about tomorrow night?"
"Swell, see you then..." I figured if I could get him talking about his damn race car I could throw in my two cents about dressing him. The next evening we got together for dinner and he blabbered on for at least an hour about his car. I have to admit, that 206.1 mph is pretty damn fast. I kind of snuggled and put my arms around him and asked him, "Honey, what have you got planned this weekend?"
"No racing, if that's what you mean, why?"
"I want you to come over to my place after lunch, I've got a few errands to run, but after 1:00 I should be home."
"Will you bake me some of your chocolate chip cookies?"
"Sure." We did talk to each other every day, kind of back to a different normal now. He was still kind of standoffish, but I can work with that.
Saturday came and Michael came over at 1:00 and we set about making the cookies. He was good about helping out in the kitchen and could actually could make a pretty decent meal that you would pay money for, if we went out. But baking, not so much. Ha...
"How do you know how much stuff to mix together to get the cookies to taste so good?" "Oh, that... it's a woman's intuition," I said with a laugh. "I've made these so many times and I just do it from memory. I do tinker with the recipe every once in a while."
"Well, don't tinker too much, they are perfect just the way you make them right now," said Michael before he went to the living room to watch a race that was on TV. About 20 minute later he came back into the kitchen because the cookies had just come out of the oven, and the smell filled the house. I poured him a big glass of milk and handed it him with the plate of warm cookies.
"Oh honey, these are just the best, thank you for making them for me. I love you."
"I know, but there is something that I want you to do after you are finished..."
"What's up?"
"Finish you cookies and then I'll tell you." a few minutes later he had scarffed up the last of cookies and finished his milk.
"OK, all done."
"Come with me to my bedroom..." He looked at me like he was going to get lucky and I just smiled and led him to the bedroom. Once there I told him, "Take off your clothes darling," and he dutifully took them off, except his tighty whities. I point at them, "Those too." Now he was standing there naked. "Would you take a quick shower for me dear heart? Have you been working this morning?"
"Oh, yeah... kind of, I'll be out in a flash."
While he was in the shower I took his clothes and parked them in a box and put it out on the patio and had the things I would need to dress him enfeme. When he came out he didn't notice that his things weren't there, but he did notice the dress and foundations that were laying on the bed. He just look at me with this blank stare.
"What's this?" he said as he pointed to the dress.
"Remember, you said that you would do anything for me?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, I'm going to put you into a dress, I'm dying to see what you look like all dressed up for me."
Michael threw his head back and closed his eyes and drew a deep breath, "Ok, get on with it..." Now he hung his head down.
I smiled at him and gave him a tender kiss, "Ok, let's get started with your foundations." I held up a black lacy underwire bra for him to see, luckily we were about the same weight and height. The bra was just slightly small on him, but went on with a little extra effort. I pulled the underwire cups down and adjusted the straps so that it fit his torso. I stood back and looked at the puckered cups and knew what I had to do. I got a pair of pushup pads and put them into the cups, but had to get another pair and add them for him to start to taking on a more feminine shape on top. "All right sweetie, take a look." he looked into the mirror, but didn't seem to have any expression on his face.
"Geez, I guess I don't have much to embellish up there, huh?"
"No, not much, but these pads will do for now." I then handed him a pair of jet black tights and showed him how to put them on, once they were on, oh boys did his legs have a very nice shape! I still had a padded girdle from my younger years, that had hip and butt pads and told Michael to put it on. Now, he was finally getting a real feminine shape about him. Next came the little black dress with blue detailing and I had him raise his arms so that it would slide into place and then zipped him up. His bosom was just about the perfect size, but the black sash could be used to pull in his mid-section a skosh and he sort of had an hour glass shape.
I stood back to take a look and have Michael take a look, he was stunned to see his transformation, so far. The long fall wig I put on his head really did bring the whole outfit together.
"Wow, I can't believe that I look like this Sydney, I really can't."
I smiled at him, "See I told you so. I just knew that you would look fantastic! I got a couple more things for you to put on." Michael just stood and stared at himself. He almost didn't notice as I put a necklace around his neck. "Here honey, come and put on these shoes, luckily out feet are just about the same size." The 3" high heels thrust Michael into the stratosphere. Damn, he looked so cute in this outfit. "Take a few steps and let's see how you are at walking in heels." Michael took a few steps on his own, but was somewhat wobbly. Ok honey, sit down over here." Michael come over and grabbed the back of the chair to steady himself before he sat down.
"I think I'm gonna need some practice in these!"
"Don't worry honey pie, you will." I then put some black mascara onto this long eyelashes. but not before I gave them a good curling with my curler. If only I had lashes like that! Damn he's lucky! Next came a pinkish-red lipstick to cover his exquisite pair of lips. Now, Michael did look every bit of a women and a beautiful one, at that. I knew that he would looked different, but not like this, he was a stunning creature! We both looked at him in the mirror, it was an amazing transformation, if ever there was one.
"Well, what do you think?"
"I'm shocked, truly shocked. I never thought I could look like this, ever!"
"Well darling, I have another surprise... I have the exact same outfit, would you like for me to try it on for you?"
Michael just smiled and that was all he had to do. I got myself ready within about 15 minutes and when we looked at ourselves in the mirror, we looked just about like identical twins. My morning excursion to the discount dress store was a total success, and then some! "Well, all dressed up and now where to go?"
Michael just laughed, "Kind of..."
"I've got just the ticket for a solution, you up for it?"
"I guess."
"Ok, let's go."
"Go, go where?"
"Why shopping, you silly person!"
"Not on your life! I'd fall down on my ass for sure."
"Let's practice walking here, then we'll go."
"Are you nuts? I've let you dress me up as a girl and that it! I'm not going out dressed like this, I'm not suicidal."
"Oh come on honey, it'll be lots of fun. We can drive over to Harrisburg and go to the mall over there, you don't know anyone over there do you?"
"No I don't', but I'm not going, period."
"Oh don't be chicken, no one will ever know it's you, Michael. You have to admit, you do look completely different, don't you?"
Michael hung his head, and mumbled, "Yes..."
"Come on, let's see you walk about a little bit." Michael walked out of the bedroom and with each step became more and more confident. I was definitely surprised at how quickly he actually mastered the high heels. I wonder what he would look like in some 6" platforms? Hmm... We finally sat down at the table where he ate a few more cookies, "Honey, you look like any woman who walks on the face of this earth and would fool just about anyone."
"It's that just about anyone I'm concerned about. This isn't you putting on my racing suit and having you walk around in it. Women have been wearing men's things for years and no one says a thing about it, you just look kind of sexy when you do."
"Thank you sweetheart, but you have to admit, you look pretty sexy yourself in a dress, huh?"
"Ok, I admit, I do look pretty good, but it's not the same."
"Sure it is, we are just ahead of the curve on this one. Men are starting to wear a lot more things that have a feminine bent to them, this just pushes it over the edge a little, you know?"
"If you say so, but men don't wear a bra in public do they?"
"Point taken, but you do look stupendous wearing a bra and wearing my padded girdle, you do have to admit. Please honey, do it for me."
"If I do, what are you going to do for me? Hmm?"
"Name it."
Now this was getting interesting for Michael, to say the least.
"Ok, next time there's a big dust up between us, I'll let you know, how's that?"
The drive to Harrisburg took about 20 minutes and on the way there we had several guys whistled at us and did goofy things like take our picture from their cars. Michael wasn't prepared for this kind of attention, "Does this happen to you when I'm not around?"
"Sometimes, you know guys will be guys."
"I guess I'm going to have to put a bag over your head whenever you go some place."
"Oh... getting jealous are we?"
"No, just practical."
"Listen up here, you are getting the most attention today, not me! I just hope you are proud of your new look, you do wear it so well, you know." Michael exhaled heavily, but I think he got the message that he had become a real looker!
Once we got parked, the real task at hand was about to begin, we still had to walk to the mall. I was somewhat worried that Michael would might have a miss-step and fall as he wore the high heels. I know that 3" pumps are not that all that tall for most women, but he's a guy and that could be a real killer.
We both took a deep breath as we opened the glass entry doors, The cool air conditioned air was certainly a delight after our spirited walk from the car and Michael came thru like a real trooper. Not one miss-step along the way!
As we walked we were kind of one display because we both wore the same outfit. The women nodded their heads in approval and the men just had to stare as we sashayed down the aisles. We did have some interaction with a couple of guys our own age that wanted to pick us up and go on a date, but we gracefully declined their offer and kept right on walking together. I so desperately wanted to hold Michaels hand, but I didn't because I thought that it might draw too much attention to us at first, but then after about half an hour, we did in fact hold hands. To hell with everyone else. Our first stop was the lingerie shop so I could look for some breast forms for Michael. Of course he was very reluctant to go in, but I drug him in by the hand. We started by looking at the bras so that we could find one more his correct size, nothing too dressy, but something that he would be comfortable wearing. We found three that looked like they might fit the bill and some forms and headed to one of the dressing rooms.
"I can't go in there!"
"Oh get over yourself and get in here. You are making way too much about nothing Michael." I had him slip out of his dress and set about putting the different bras on him. The band size seemed to work and when I put the forms in, he really did look spectacular!
"Are you two doing ok in there?" came a voice from one of the sales clerks outside.
"Yes we are, but could you step in and take a look at this?" Michael immediately turned white and got a panicked look on his face and nearly fainted as the girl opened the door.
"How can I help you?"
"Do you think that this bra works with these breast forms?"
The woman sized up the situation pretty quickly seeing that Michael was crossdressed, "Ah, I see... I think that we have something specifically designed for crossdressers, let me go get one. What size, and how big do you want him to look?"
"A 36, and maybe a D-cup?"
"Excellent choice, I'll be right back, any preference in color?"
"Black will be just fine." The woman came back about 5 minutes later with an arm load of bras and breast forms, plus a heavily padded girdle that would really accentuate Michaels shape.
"Let's try this on him first," said the sale girl as she helped Michael put on the bra and then slipped in the breast forms. After a few adjustments the bra and forms gave Michael just the look I was hoping for.
"My god, don't I look too big now?" asked Michael as he looked at himself in the mirror.
"Honey, this is truly the look you want to project," said the woman, "I'll step out for a minute so you can try on the girdle."
I helped Michael with the girdle after he took off his heels. "Oh my god, that feels good to get those off! I didn't know that wearing heels could take so much out of you." He grabbed his calves and gave them a quick rub.
"Uh huh, now you know kinda know what we go thru to keep you guys hanging around." The girdle slipped right over Michaels' legs because of his tights and when it was in place, he had hips and a butt to match his top end. The clerk knocked on the door before she returned.
"Oh my, you do look lovely my dear! I can just imagine you wearing a short red slinky dress! I brought in a waist cincher for you to try on to see if we can truly get you to have a traditional hour glass shape." She picked up the cincher and threaded it around Michaels waist and then began the lacing process. He just stood there being pampered and I think I did see a slight smile on his face.
After the cincher was fully laced we had Michael put his dress back on and had him take a look at himself. He just stood there in awe.
"Listen kids, I have a friend down at the Mac Store and I'm sure that she would really love to do your makeup, I'll give her a call and let her know that you are coming."
Michael just rolled his eyes. After a couple more bra fittings we bought the black pocket bra, the D-cup breast forms, the waist cincher, and the hugely padded girdle... all of which, Michael wore out of the store. We didn't get 15 feet out of the lingerie shop when some guy stopped us and gave his phone number to Michael. We continued on to the Mac Store. "What were you saying about that bag?" We both laughed heartily.
Helen, the Mac clerk, was in fact waiting for us, "Hello, I'm Helen. Dorothy called and said you would be by. I can now see why she was so excited. You two are a lovely picture to look at. What's your name?" she said as she looked at Michael.
"Michael."
"Well, Michaela, please have a seat."
Ohh, I like that name... Michaela! Helen started by looking at Michaels face with a magnifying glass and then proceeded to remove what little makeup he was wearing.
"Oh thank you for not coming in with way too much makeup today, this will be pretty painless and fairly quick." Do you have any preference as to colors or anything?"
"I think something for him in a night out at the clubs evening look, what do you think Michaela?"
"Sure, whatever..."
After some foundation, Helen started applying some black shadow to his lower lids and then some vivid metallic purple up to the brow line. After blending the two she used a blue-black eye liner to rim his yes with. As Helen worked her magic she told us about here time in Hollywood and how she had transformed many a man into a sexy feminine creature. Michael didn't say too much, but he really was being a good sport about being transformed. The pair of false eye lashes put his looks way over the top! Add to that the dark blackberry lipstick and he was a sight that you would never believe in your life! He was stunningly gorgeous!
Helen had done a magnificent job in taking Michael to the ultimate level of sheik and sophistication. When we left the store we almost had a flock of people asking who we were and so on. Once we fought our way thru, we headed for the car. I really did want to see what Michael would look like in that slinky red dress that Dorothy was talking about, but not today.
We were nearly to the car when this guy came up and started asking Michael for a date, he declined, but the guy was really starting to get up close and personal. He reached out and touched Michaels' shoulder and then slid his hand down his arm, then to his waist. Michael told him to back off, but he kept up his advance.
"Get your hands off of me!" He said, but the guy was still pawing at him. Michael handed me the bags and turned sideways to the man and as he did, he drew his right arm and sucker punched the guy so hard in his glass jaw that he went down without a peep.
"Come on, let's get out of here!" said Michael as he bodily moved me towards the car. "God I hate guys like that. They think that a touch you and say some smooth words and that will change your mind, or something." He was pissed.
By the time we got home we had verbally thrashed each other about the incident saying that it was each other's fault. When the car finally hit the driveway we were laughing about the whole afternoon hysterically. We laughed so hard we both nearly peed out panties. When the front door closed I grabbed Michael and gave him the biggest hug and kiss I could muster.
"Thank you darling, you have given me the biggest thrill of my life today. I could not have expected the day to turn out like this, but I will remember it always." I gave him another smooch.
"I have to admit, it was kind of fun... no make that thrilling to do this for you. I couldn't imagine that I would ever look so good in a dress and makeup. Can we do it again, sometime?"
It seems like every time we get into a fight, we relive todays fun and frivolity all over again and work our way ever closer to one another. Oh, and by the way, sex would be the best ever for the both of us. Hurray for the big dust up! Why is it that sex is always better after one of these things?