The Mole

With her direction, we purchased a basic wardrobe and cosmetics while having a very enjoyable time in the process. The shopping spree gave us the opportunity to get better acquainted since we would be working together as a team. Deb was to be my official "girlfriend" as well as my mentor in the coming charade. She tried to make light of everything to help relieve my tension of being transformed into a woman.

We were to have three days to rehearse my female role before I was to apply for the bar waitress position which I learned had been created by some nefarious police work. During that time, Deb proposed that I spend the time fully crossdressed and practice some skills in feminine demeanor and application of cosmetics. She reasoned that most crossdressers have been doing so for a long time and many have gotten very well accomplished. I was to portray a very experienced transvestite to convince the club owner to hire me.
We set up a dressing room in my apartment. My first "official" act was to take a hot, soaking bubble bath, remove any extraneous body hair, and relax to get into the "mood" before my transition begins. While doing that, Debbie arranged my daily wardrobe for the three days, and created a makeup station in my bedroom.

I actually had very little body hair to shave off…mainly my underarms arms and legs. The luxuriating soak in the delightfully fragrant bath did it’s intended purpose and I emerged feeling relaxed and smelling as effeminate as ever due to the perfumed bath oils…Lavender, I think it was. Especially after covering my skin with an after-bath lotion, applied with Deb’s delightful assist. I stepped into a panty girdle, arranging and tucking myself in for concealment, followed by a half slip she had previously readied for me. Trying to be cool, as much as possible in this attire, I shyly walked out of the bathroom into my bedroom where she was waiting. I didn’t dare let my mind wander at this point.