I'd got my notice of eviction, I'd known it was coming anyway. But my landlord was a good guy, he'd said if I could be out in a few days he'd waive the final month's rent. I had it ready for him, suddenly and unexpectedly I had some spare cash. I determined to use it wisely.
That Saturday afternoon I didn't spend long in the 'Transform' store, probably less than an hour. But I could have stayed longer there, such was the array of items of interest to any transvestite. Clothes, wigs, make-up, lots and lots of stuff. OK they had more general-purpose sex stuff as well but that didn't interest me. Helen, the assistant in there, really was kindness personified, explaining what it was all about.
I thought about how some of the stuff there could help me in my primary aim, to present myself to the world in general and to David in particular on that occasion as a more realistic, and attractive, woman. Maybe she was just trying to make a sale, perhaps she was working on commission, I don't know. If so she was good at her job. I left there with a bag full of goodies and a certainty that at some time in the future I would be back.
Another bus ride later I was back in my flat planning the evening. With Helen's advice in mind and with my own aim in view I took even more time and more care than ever before in preparing myself for what lie ahead.
I headed straight for the bath to wash away all my male smells. Getting out of the bath I wrapped myself in a thin negligee and then began the process of becoming 'Gemma'. I shaved my face incredibly closely, hot water, new razor etc. Twice. Then I went to the spare bedroom where I had all my 'Gemma' items spread out on the bed and hung in the wardrobe.
I tucked my cock and balls between my legs before pulling up my favourite lacy black panties. I used my waist nipper that reduced me right down to a 24 inch waist. The padded bra gave me a bust quite a few women would be pleased with. At each stage I rather vainly admired myself in the mirror, checking I look just right.
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