Independent Women- Part 3

Independent Women- Part 3
by RogerGirl

  When we reached the beach, I felt Jordan's grip tighten.  He was no longer his usual cocky self like he had been at the mall and at the restaurant.  Wearing his two-piece bikini, he had nothing to hide behind and was truly vulnerable.  I too was feeling nervous wearing such a revealing swimsuit, but as a woman I was used to being hit on by men and this time I was the one to make him feel more relaxed.

"I don't think I want to do this anymore," he said as a group of guys gathered near us.

"You can't stop now," I said, "If you want this to work, you're going to have to go out of your comfort zone.  An article about going out to eat and shopping for clothes will do nothing.  If it's any consolation, I'm pretty nervous too.  Today has been a day of firsts for me and you've inspired me to stop being so scared to go out and experience life."

"OK," he said, "I guess you're right."

  We took out the camera we had been using to take pictures throughout the day and I had him pose in some sexy poses by the water.  After taking some photos, I decided I wanted to try it to and gave him the camera.  As I posed, I began to loosen up and for the first time I felt comfortable showing off my body.  I know I've always been attractive, but growing up I had always felt I was too fat or too short and would keep my body covered.  Watching the guys stare lustfully at me, however, I knew there was nothing wrong with my body.  I didn't have the thin model figure that Jordan had, but my body was well toned and I had no cellulite on my legs or a pot belly.  I had a petite curvy figure that I was proud to show off.  

  Luckily, the beach patrol was close by so none of the guys came over and hit on us.  We went back to Jordan's and changed into our new dresses.  I helped him with his makeup and when we were both ready we got into his car and drove to an upscale bar in the city.  When we went inside, we found everyone was well dressed and a jazz band was performing on the main stage.  The bar was dimly lit and had a cherry colored hardwood surface.  Most of the people were sipping wine or some form of hard liquor.  Unlike the bars I had been to, everyone seemed well behaved and very classy.  We found a table near the stage and Jordan called for the manager, who I soon found out was a friend of his.  He told her about the feature he was doing for the magazine and she made sure that she would be the only one to check his ID that night.  

  It felt nice being out for a change instead sitting at home eating take out Chinese food and watching an episode of "Cheers."  The manager brought us our wine and I took a sip.  Even though I was already 22, it may come as no surprise to you that up until that point my drinking experience consisted of a few cheap beers at some bars or parties my friends dragged me too.  As the wine met my lips, I knew I was tasting something much different than anything I had ever tasted before.  Unlike the cheap beers, the wine had a sweet fruity flavor that I savored as I took another sip.  As anyone who has met me can tell you, from that moment I knew I had to try the finer things in life.  I am proud to say that I have since become quite a connoisseur of wine and often go wine tasting with my husband and friends.  

"Hi there," a voice said behind us, "Do you mind if we join you?"

"Of course," I said seeing two handsome men standing behind me.

"Thank you," the man said as they sat down, "I'm John and this is my friend Scott.  We're in town for business and when we saw you sitting here alone we just had to come over and meet you."

"It's nice to meet you," I said noticing that Jordan was sitting in uncomfortable silence, "I'm Janis and this is Jordan."

  Jordan gave me a nervous glance as Scott sat close to her.  I too was feeling nervous, but I knew one of us had to be the confident one so I did most of the talking.  

"You're friend is a little shy," Scott said.

"Don't worry," I said, "she's just not used to being in the company of a good looking guy."

"Really?" he said in surprise, "A woman as beautiful as her must have plenty of guys wanting to go out with her."

"Thank you," Jordan finally said as he blushed a little.

"Oh, she speaks," Scott said as he smiled at him.

"Can you join me in the rest room?" Jordan said.

  I got up and followed him into the women's room.  There was another woman in there at the time, so we both went to use the toilets.  I could tell he was having a little difficulty using the toilet like a woman, so when the woman left I gave him some direction.  When we came out of the stalls, another woman had entered so we washed our hands and fixed our makeup.  When the woman left, Jordan pulled me aside.

"We have to get rid of those guys," he said anxiously.

"No," I said putting my hands on his shoulders, "You have to do this.  If you really want to experience being a woman, you have to interact with a man.  Scott is a nice guy, if I thought he was going to take advantage of you I wouldn't be asking you to do this."

"But, what if he finds out I'm a guy?" he pleaded.

"Look at yourself," I said turning him toward the mirror, "You're a sexier woman than I am.  Go out there and be your usual confident self."

  We returned to the table and the guys poured us more wine.  A few couples were dancing on the dance floor and the guys invited us to dance.  As I danced with John, I watched Jordan dancing with Scott.  Scott was holding him close, since it was a slow dance, and he was resting his head on Scott's shoulder.  While his dancing wasn't as graceful at first, after a few songs, and a few glasses of wine, he began to loosen up and embrace the feminine role.  After a few dances we separated and Scott took him back to the table while I continued dancing with John.  While I couldn't hear what they were saying, I could see that Jordan was feeling more comfortable and they were both laughing and having a good time together.  

  At the end of the night, John and Scott told us they had to go because they had an early flight in the morning.  I never told Jordan this, but while he was sitting alone at the table I told both of the guys who Jordan was and what he was doing.  If they hadn't been such nice guys I would not have told them, but I felt they weren't the type who would try to hurt Jordan for tricking them into thinking he was a woman.  They were both very understanding and Scott agreed to kiss Jordan for the experiment.  Scott walked over to the table while I waited with John.  John kissed me and I melted into his embrace.  Other than Jordan, John is the only other man I have ever kissed.  

  As we broke our kiss, I watched as Scott gently stroked Jordan's cheek and leaned in and kissed him.  Jordan appeared startled at first and gave me a worried glance.  I gave him a nod and he began to reciprocate the kiss.  While I would never be cruel enough to force a guy to have sex with another guy or let a guy take advantage of him, I did want Jordan to see what it was like to be kissed by a man as an attractive woman.  Their tongues briefly met as their mouths opened and Scott gently stroked Jordan's bare thigh.  Scott broke the kiss and hugged him before leaving with John.  After they left, I hugged Jordan and congratulated him on taking a risk.

"I'm proud of you," I said, "I know that must not have been easy for you, but it's another aspect of being a woman."

"Thank you," he said, "It actually made me feel bad about the way I've treated women, including you.  I can't imagine how uncomfortable I must have made women feel and from now on I plan to be more like Scott.  I know it will take some restraint on my part, but I'm willing to work on myself."

  We paid the manager for our wine and grabbed our purses and the camera.  We drove back to Jordan's and he made up the guest room for me.  I could tell he was changing already, since the old Jordan would have tried to get me to have sex with him.  He went to the bathroom to change and when he came out he was wearing the baby doll he had bought at the mall.  I changed into my baby doll and went to help him remove his makeup.  As I stared at his pretty face, a sudden urge came over me.  While I wasn't attracted to women, I was still feeling very confident and wanted to try something I had always been afraid to do.  I leaned in and kissed him on the lips.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked breaking the kiss.

"Yes," I said, "Since you kissed a guy tonight, it's only fair that I kiss a girl."

"But I'm a guy," he said.

"Not tonight you're not," I responded with a devilish look in my eye.

  We kissed again and I immediately noticed how different it was kissing him as a girl than our earlier kiss when he was a guy.  His face and lips were softer and his kissing was less aggressive than it had been that morning.  Our breasts pressed together and his bare legs felt amazingly smooth and sexy as I sat in his lap.  While I still preferred kissing him as a guy, I had to admit kissing a girl felt pretty nice.  That would be my first and last lesbian experience, but I am glad I did it.  Jordan seemed to be enjoying it too and I let out a soft moan as he stroked my nipple through the baby doll.  We broke the kiss and smiled at each other.

"Wow," I said catching my breath, "that was amazing.  I've never had a guy play with my nipples before."

"I'm a girl tonight, remember," he purred in a sexy voice as he kissed me again.

  After we kissed a few more minutes, we went to our separate rooms to go to sleep.  The next morning, Jordan put on the blouse and skirt outfit from the day before and I wore my new dress that he had bought me.  We went to the office and immediately went to work on developing the photos, writing the article, and taking some photos in the studio.  When we were finished, Jordan called a meeting of all of his former models and employees and asked them to come in and give him a chance to make things better.  Reluctantly they agreed and soon they were gathered before me in the office.  They were all surprised at how good I looked and complimented me on my outfit.

"So where is Jordan?" one angry writer asked.

"I'm here," Jordan said entering the office.

  Everyone stood shocked and he began to apologize to them and shared the story of what we had done the day before.  He told them he would be returning the magazine to its former format, with the exception of the new feature, and that his experience had made him regret the way he had treated women.  Everyone agreed to give him another chance and returned to work on that month's issue.  Many of the writers had serious intellectual articles they had been preparing and they were included in the magazine.  Throughout the issue, photos of Jordan were included that corresponded to each of the articles.  For the "My Day as a Woman" feature, Jordan left out any names, photos, and any mention of the kiss to avoid any embarrassment for Scott if he found the article.  

  The issue was released a few weeks later with a photo of Jordan on the cover as a woman, but no caption was placed next to it indicating he was really a man.  The issue sold more copies than any issue before it and many readers sent in letters praising the return to the old format and their excitement over the new feature.  In the months to come, other members of the staff and the models would take turns becoming a man or woman for the day and sharing their experience in the magazine.  I was placed in charge of the transformations and helping each of them on their day out.  I too eventually took part and spent a day as a man named Jay, and even found out what it was like kissing a woman as a man.  

  Jordan and I eventually started dating and a year later we were married.  After working at the magazine for several more years, I eventually left and opened my studio, although I continue to do the transformations for the article.  The "My Day as a Man/Woman" feature was later expanded to include actors and actresses, musicians, athletes, models, authors, and many others who thought it would be interesting to try it.  While not all of them made convincing men or women, I tried my best to make them look as good as they can.  I never forced any of them to do anything they felt uncomfortable doing and each time we would try experiencing different things.  Some would spend a day at work as a man or woman, while others would go on a date or try an activity that was associated with the gender they were disguised as for the day.  

  In case your wondering, Jordan only cross-dressed a few more times after that day, but he had definitely became a much kinder, loving man, while still maintaining his strong confident attitude and an improved business sense.  Even as I tell you this story 40 years later, I am still happy to be his wife.  While the magazine has since moved online, Jordan has honored his parents legacy and maintained its integrity all these years later.  As for me, I love my new job and watching the looks on each guy's, and the occasional girl's, face when they see themselves transformed for the first time.  Now if you'll excuse me, my friend's son Anson is here for his appointment.