By Saturday morning, I'd found exactly what I was looking for at Cache, a upscale boutique catering to the classiest of ladies. The sales lady was quite helpful and did not blink an eye when I told her of our plans and described the red dress I was hoping to find. Luckily, they had an almost identical dress to Carrie's.
As I entered the dressing room, I almost creamed my panties as I marveled at how the dress draped my male body. It'd draped cowl neckline would fall sexily over a pair of silicone breasts and the V-cut back dipped far enough to show my back. With my red any-which-a-way bra, it would cleverly give the illusion of me being braless and sporting real boobs. The length was perfect, short enough to showcase my beautiful shaven gams but not too short it would spell slut rather than classy whore. The sheer billowing sleeves just spoke femininity, highlighted with french cuffs.
I trembled with anticipation as I paid for the dress and a pair of gold spiked red patent stilettos, along with a few pairs of black noir stockings and a new red lace garter belt. Oh, how I could not wait to prepare for this most interesting evening. The ever so kind sales lady asked if I'd need any matching panties and I shamefully declined saying the feel of the silk would be scrumptuous on my soft buttocks.
"Yeah, that and it will make for some easy access to that sweet pussy of yours, huh?" she surprisingly said in front of everyone in ear shot.
Embarrassed a bit, I merely smiled sheepishly and winked.
Next stop was the World of Wigs and Transformation Parlor, where I was treated like a lady in waiting. Complete wax job, nails, makeup, and a beautiful long strawberry blonde wig that fell down my back and folded ever so sexily around my face.
Packages in hand along with all the remaining necessaries to transform my shapeless male body into a gorgeous hot to trot transvestite, the girls showed me to the dressing room where I proceeded to become the woman within me.
