I'm Very Disappointed in You Pt. 19

Evelyn glanced in the rear-view mirror. It made her feel good to see Genevieve and Victoria talking like school girls. Among other things they were discussing the new job of Vicki becoming the massage therapist at Blanches House of Beauty taking Jenny's old position.

The trip getting closer to the destination the two seemed to get on very well...like there was a bonding of a sisterhood between transgendered girls no matter how old. Even though there was an age-gap Jenny and Vicki were connecting.

Once more Evelyn glanced at the back seat..."Go on Genevieve..ask her."

Jenny hands held Victoria's in hers.

"We've gotten to know each other well the past month...I wanted to ask if you would be one of my bridesmaids...my fiancé Tex has two best friends...one's named Lawyer and the other Julio ...and since Alice is my maid of honor I thought maybe you'd balance it out....you know two girls and two guys and a bride and groom."

Evelyn piped up..."Victoria ....I've asked you mother Theresa and she thinks it's a capital idea."

"Ummm...do you think Mr. Buck could be invited...I'm kind of going out with him."

"Sure...why not....tell him he can come if he'd like....with all the women there we can always use more testosterone energy."

Evelyn picked up her phone lying on the stack of mail...'Kenneth Chambers'....it was strange to see a piece of mail with his old name on it. Her husband had been Genevieve so long it seemed quite out of place.

"Hello Margo...yes it's all set...Jenny's the bride..your Alice is the maid of honor and Vicki will be the other bridesmaid ...it'll add a nice balance to things especially the wedding pictures."

Looking at his watch sitting in the booth of the diner Burt was impatient waiting for both his plate of breakfast food and Vera.

Trailing behind the waitress Vera arrived and slid in the booth just as the woman put his 3 eggs, bacon and hash-bowns and toast on the table.

Vera sat and pulled the plate towards her..."He'll have a single hard-boiled egg and half slice of grapefruit."

His eyes downcast Burt felt like a little kid caught stealing at a candy store.

"Honest Vera....I've been losing a lot of weight....those two kinds of pills you gave me have really helped....some of my pants don't even fit anymore."

He pointed to his belt..."I've got this pulled to the last opening on my belt....its barely holding my pants up."

When he readjusted his belt Vera detected a hint of a jiggle at his bosom. She grinned out a smile.

The woman couldn't help yet think it...It's always nice when a plan comes together.

First it was Vera making a lovely doll of a t-girl out of Vincent, Theresa's son. Next was having Burt pulled off the scent of pursuing Theresa as her boyfriend. She wanted the beautiful woman all to herself instructing her in the art of lesbian love.

A more gentle emasculated look to his face the woman could tell the HRT tabs were having an impact. It was there...the tell-tale signs that someone was using make-up.

Burt's cheek-line had a subtle imprint of blush. His lips had the discoloring of a reddish hue that comes from the origin dye of lipstick. She also noticed the remnants of mascara sparkle an eyeliner not having been thoroughly cleaned away.

Vera cleared her throat and spoke with authority.

"Pass the salt...are these eggs over-easy?...I know dear about the pants... but you just have to remain diligent if you're going to fit into one of the gowns....remember the church's charity ....your doing it for Theresa ...should she still want you to be her boyfriend."

Her hand brushed along his face to see how smooth it had become as she took the salt-shaker from his fingers. Just as she had instructed it was clear that he'd been using the benefits of E-flora cream. She could see good-sized spots of smooth skin on what had once been a beard-line where the hair follicles had been near totally eradicated.

Her one hand laid on top of his...."Just be patient darling."

His fingers felt smooth and hair-free...the kind of smooth a woman gets when she's using skin-softening lotion on hairless skin.

"You know I've stopped going to the mens locker room at the health club...I can't let them see that I no longer have any hair on my body...I mean except for my ...you know...."

"Your mound...we'll have to do something about that when we get close to the contest."

When the waitress dropped off the grapefruit the bachelor of a man looked at her and smiled. He stared at the way she did her makeup. In anticipation of the women-less beauty contest Burt had been practicing at home.

Staring at her uniform with its pink trimmed lace-piping set against the backdrop of the off-white color and matching apron he felt another spike of estrogen. He never use to notice patterns or colors or floral designs women and girls wear yet lately he was.

Burt looked at Sherry the waitress...then at Vera...then back at Sherry. The water in his eyes started building...a moment later he began to lightly cry. The emotions from the estrogen were simply expressing themselves.

Snapping her gum the waitress put the pencil back in her bouffant hairdo..."Honey...things will be alright...life has a way of making you feel sad somedays...doesn't it Vera."

She put her hand on Burt's shoulder...'Look...the grapefruit and hard-boiled egg is on me today....don't have a worry about it...its my treat....' Sherry ripped up the check the pieces fluttering to the tile floor.

Vera pulled 3 or 4 napkins from the dispenser balling them up in her hand....."Here, wipe your tears away sweetie......Sherry is correct...things will be okay....look the contest is almost here..."

Burt looked at the text with one eye on the road the other trying to read it without crashing his car.

It all seemed very official.

'All contestants need to try on everything in the welcoming package....that includes the heels and underwear and especially the evening gown."

Burt kept reading further until he reached the bottom.

'The door on the side of the Rectory building will be open. Walk down the hall to the room on the right. Reply to this text and confirm your appointment for tonight.' It was signed 'Women's auxiliary committee'.

Happy with how he had worded the text Minister Paul has set up the room in the rectory to his full abilities. An antique floor mirror seemed natural as the male contestants would want to see how they look in the women's underwear and floor-length gown with matching heels.

Crushing the viagra tab he mixed it in with the tall glass of water left on the table with the lingerie.

Waiting upstairs and watching Paul looked at the laptop screen with a feed of an array of in-house camera's. When Burt walked inside the right room the minister saw that he was following the directions on the text.

Once he stripped down getting naked Paul saw the full potential Burt offered. A slim frame had a delicate look to it. Standing by the table he looked at what was laid out. As though an after thought Burt picked up the glass of water his one hand picking through the feminine items he knew he needed to try on.

Upstairs Paul secretly cheered him on...'Yes...drink all of it.'

A bra and pantie set complete with matching hold-ups and stockings Burt spotted the small box. Gulping the last of the water he stared at the box holding the chastity cage unsure of what it really was.

Sitting down carefully pulling up each stocking first Burt guided the pretty matching garter-belt into place. He liked the way the 6" piece of delicate-wear tugged his waist in flaring out down his thighs.

For weeks he'd been afraid to admit it...seeing himself in the mirror there was no denying he was developing breasts. He had been doing it a lot lately...he ran his hands under the loose flesh giving a finishing touch on the rounded areola's before tweaking the nipples.

Lifting up the lace-trimmed bra he noticed it was padded out to add more shape and better definition. Twisting and turning in front of the mirror he clutched at the longish hair like a girl might. Near 40 pounds off his body he felt a wave of femininity flash through him.

What scared Burt was that he thought he looked good being so thin and lithe dressed in the lingerie.

The time elapsing the viagra in the blood-stream...slipping one heel on followed by the other he felt a special thrill usually reserved for female's who like being in their high heels. Glancing at the gown hanging in clear plastic on the hangar by the door he turned back.

Just then the door opened. Minister Paul came forward his i-phone's camera capturing Burt's appearance.

"Father Paul...I was just...I mean...it's not what it looks like."

The man of the cloth stepped forward his hands balled into fists resting on his hips. He looked so dominant.

Maybe it was the mix of high heels and intimate-wear suddenly Burt felt his penis getting erect. Then again could it be because there was a man there?

The 5' dick poked straight out from the bushy look of the unkempt pubic hair. It seemed as hard as it had ever been.

The minister replied

"Oh I think it is....I think it's exactly what it seems."

End pf part 19 ...