Acting Up - Female Role - Part - 2

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A very long hour later, Nikki returned to the salon carrying a plain unmarked tote bag.  She almost didn't recognize Terry.  

His hair had been trimmed into a neat Pageboy cut, colored a rich light brown with just enough blonde highlights to make it appear he had been born with that color.  Annie saw Nikki and motioned her to come around in front.  

Nikki almost gasped when she saw Terry's face.  

As requested his bangs stopped just above his eyebrows, which had been shaped in a feminine arch.  Annie pulled back some hair on the side of his head, exposing his pierced ear.  Positioned precisely in the center of the lobe, was a gold stud.  

Annie told her how to take care of the holes until they healed, then she could change earrings if she desired.  

Annie was about half finished with Terry's makeup.  In spite of herself, Nikki was impressed with Annie's expertise.  

The makeup was so subtle that it was difficult to determine exactly what had been done. The effect, however, was spectacular, she had as if by magic, had transformed a "Plain Jane" Terry into a very attractive woman.  Taking a deep breath Nikki exclaimed, "Wow.  

If I had known he would look this good, I'd have done this a long time ago."  "Just takes lots of practice, honey.  

I do about twenty-five or thirty wedding parties a month".  

Annie beamed, while Terry rolled his eyes. "Some of the brides look more masculine than your sissy before I make them look beautiful"  Nikki suddenly remembered the charade she had woven. 

 Looking sternly at Terry she asked in a no-nonsense tone of voice.  

"I sincerely hope that you learned how to apply makeup!  What colors to use?"  Terry nodded.  

"Yes," he said softly.  Nikki turned to Annie and asked if she could provide a supply of the makeup she used.  

"Not a problem, honey.  When we're done, I'll make up a starter kit for you."  

She glanced down a Terry, then back up to Nikki.  

"I know you said you didn't want anything permanent, but you really should have his beard removed.  

We have a registered laser electrolysis tech on call. So, we can do the treatments it right here in the salon."  She glanced down at Terry.  

"For him," she said disdainfully, "we'll even give you a big discount."  

Nikki smiled, "Thanks, I'll think about it."   

She motioned to Terry to follow as she and Annie walked to the reception desk.  Nikki flinched when she saw the bill.  It was almost half the cost of the new dress she wanted!  She gave Terry a dirty look and then paid the bill.                   

Safely in their car, Nikki turned to Terry.  "I don't think that I've ever seen a hair salon bill that large before.  Although, she did do a fantastic job."  "Considering she was working on a sissy, what did you expect?  I was halfway there already!" Terry laughed waving his hand over his clothing.  

"You know," Nikki said thoughtfully, "maybe we should take her up on her offer."  

"Offer?" 

"To have your beard removed with laser treatments.  Just think, honey, you wouldn't have to shave ever again, at least not your face."  Nikki grinned, "She is offering me a big discount after all."  

"Not in your lifetime," Terry snorted.  "Having half of my eyebrows ripped out is bad enough.  At least they'll grow back.  But removing my beard is out of the question!"  

"Okay, we'll forget about it for now," Nikki smiled.  

"When we get home, you can try on your new boobs.  Won't that be fun?" 

"Yippee!  My boobies have finally come in!  Now my training bra will finally be filled!"                                

Terry looked at the two unopened boxes lying on the bed.  

"I sincerely hope you didn't buy double 'D's"; I'll look even more like a freak." 

 Nikki sat on the bed and patted a space next to her.  Terry sat beside her.  

Nikki gave her husband a hug and an air kiss.  Terry looked questioning at her.  

Nikki shrugged her shoulders, "I don't want to mess up your makeup, just yet."  "Now what?"  "Now, we try on your new boobies," Nikki grinned.  

"Oh. My God," Terry said when he had inserted the breasts into his bra cups.  

"I'm a girl!"  

Nikki rolled her eyes.  She knew that Terry was just being dramatic as a way to relieve the stress of the day's activities. 

 "No, honey, you are a woman.  Elliana to be exact.  Come look at the photos in the bio."  Nikki led him to the kitchen.  

She picked up the bio and thumbed through the book until she reached the photo section.  

"Didn't you look at these?"  Terry shook his head. 

 "Take a look at this one."  

Terry took the book and looked closely at the headshot of an attractive woman about his own age,  He glanced up at Nikki then back down again. 

"You think I look like her?  I mean I have the same haircut as she does, but I don't think I look anything like her."  Terry said doubtfully.  

"Yes, you do, honey.  The two of you could be sisters," Nikki said softly.  "When I first saw the photo, I honestly thought it really was you in drag."  

"That's why you had Annie feminize me so that I could see that I looked like some 'trany'?"  "Terry, she was not just a 'trany', as you called her, but a very important figure in transgender and women's rights."  Nikki sat down at the table and motioned Terry to do the same.  

When both had settled, Nikki reached over and took Terry's hands in hers.  She admired his manicured fingers for a moment before she continued. 

 "Terry, honey, I know this has been a little traumatic for you.  But it was the only way I could think of easing you into a role that will most probably be the height of your career.  I know that once you get into the character you will be Elliana.  In order to do her justice, you'll have to become her, and unfortunately, that means, that you will have to live, breathe, and sleep as a woman until it becomes second nature!"  

"Nikki, I'm really not sure I want to do this..." Terry started.  

"Stop!  I really don't want you to do it either.  I married a man, and I fully expect to grow old with one, you.  

However, the contract you signed has a non-performance clause that if you fail to perform, no pun intended, we will be in debt for the rest of our lives.  You, we have no option, but to make you as womanly as we can, without actually doing it."  

"Uh, your grandfather looked at the contract.  What did he say exactly?"  

"He said, and I quote, 'your husband must have been a total idiot to sign this'.  He went on to add, 'If he doesn't honor the terms, and fails to perform, he might as well have a sex change because he will be royally screwed."  

Nikki was becoming increasingly angry with her husband's irresponsible act.  

"Screwed?"  

"Well, he actually said, 'royally fucked'!" 

 Terry looked first shocked then totally defeated.  He looked up at his wife with tears in his eyes.  

"Oh, my God, what did I do?" he whispered.  Nikki's anger softened.  

"Oh, my poor sweet Terry, you did what anyone in your position would have done, you became blinded by the possibility of being a star!"  Terry nodded, feeling sick to his stomach. 

 "Now what do I do?"  

"It's what will WE do, dear.  I married you for better or worse.  We will weather this together you and I. 

 I just pray that it doesn't become the worst part."  Terry just nodded, completely chastised.  Dinner was eaten in total silence that night.  

Both were deep in thought.  Terry's thoughts were centered on the uncertainty of what would happen to his marriage.  

Nikki's thoughts were, oddly, where she would start on making Terry into a creditable woman, whether he wanted it or not.  

The work done by Annie had, in reality, been little more than an expensive joke.  Now it was obvious that the "joke" was the "pre-school" in the task of learning how to be a woman, or at least as much as a man could become.  

When they prepared to go to bed, Nikki stopped Terry from just crawling into the bed.  "You are wearing makeup.  

Unless you want a mess on your pillow and look like a raccoon in the morning, you'll have to clean it off.  I'll help you until you know what you're doing.  After that, it will be your responsibility to remove your own makeup!"  Thus, 

Terry had his first lesson on a woman's nightly pre-bed ritual of removing her makeup.  When his face was cleaned to Nikki's satisfaction, she handed him one of her nightgowns.  

"You don't have to wear your bra and breast forms tonight. We'll see about tomorrow."  Terry just groaned.                                 

The condemned man ate a hardy meal.  

Not really, Terry's stomach was tied in knots.  He hadn't slept well; he had worried about...well everything.  But mostly he worried about his marriage.  

Nikki was the most... the most everything he had ever imagined a wife to be.  If, because of his stupidity, he lost her, he didn't know how he could go on living.  

He promised himself that regardless of what happened in the future, he would never stop loving her.  The question was, would Nikki?  Nikki sat across from her husband watching him struggle with whatever was really bothering him.  

Nikki loved her husband with all her heart. She couldn't imagine any reason, not even if he bailed out of the contract and indebted them into poverty for the rest of their lives not too continue to do so.  

She could live being dirt poor if Terry was at her side.  "I guess that it's time to discuss realistically the elephant in the room," Nikki said breaking the heavy silence.  

"We need to work this out.  When Grandpa reviewed the contract, he mentioned something about medical care."  "I remember that.  What about it?" 

 "Well, if it comes to surgery, the production company's insurance should pay for it," Nikki said flatly.  Terry struggled not to throw up.  

"I can't do that," he mumbled.  "Terry, I didn't say that you would have to have any surgery, certainly not the one you're obviously thinking of." 

"I don't know...." 

 "Terry, listen to me.  I know this is a totally bizarre situation.  

 But I will help you learn how to be a woman.  By the time rehearsal starts you'll not only be comfortable living as a woman, you will be Elliana!" Nikki laughed softly.  "Who knows, you might even enjoy being a woman enough to want to stay one for the rest of your life."  

"I seriously doubt it."  

"You never know," Nikki kidded.  

"What do we have to do?" Terry asked changing the subject. 

 "Well, first we need to work on your figure.  We need to find some hip and butt pads.  With the right pads, I don't think we need to work on slimming down your waist any smaller, and those falsies are good enough for right now.  

But, I think the hardest part, at least for you, is how are we going to conceal your 'package'."  "Well, there is the surgery option.  After all, the production company will pay for it," Terry said trying to make a joke over something that scared him spotless.  

"Don't you even think of it!" Nikki spat.  "Your balls belong to me.  If anyone is going to cut them off, it will be me if you suggest that again!" 

 "Okay, okay.  It was just a joke," Terry said weakly.  

"All right, now that we've got that settled, let's get to work. Although, we still need to solve the problem of what to do with the 'family jewels'.  Any ideas?" 

 Well, a few years ago, when I was in that period play that had men wearing tights, they all wore dancer's belts.  That concealed them fairly well."  

"What are dancer's belts?"  

"There are two different types, one is like a heavy pair of bikini-like underwear.  The other style is like a thong, except the thong part is about as thick as your finger." 

 "Okay, we'll give them a try. Where can we find them?"  

"Theatrical supply stores.  

There is another possibility, we ask a professional female impersonator." 

 "I think we should do that as a last resort.  

We want to be as stealthy as possible.  Otherwise, people will get the wrong idea of what we're doing.  You'll be typecast and never get another part other than as a female impersonator."  

"Okay, next?" 

 "The hip and butt pads will be the easiest.  I've already ordered some to try out from the internet.  

They should be here tomorrow. Also, speaking of tomorrow, we'll start our diets in the morning."  Terry groaned, "Diet?  Okay, what next?" 

"Girl, we're going shopping!  You need a whole new wardrobe!"  

Terry groaned again.                             

The hip and butt pads Nikki ordered off the internet arrived three days later.   Nikki showed him the website she had ordered them from, the illustration looked nothing like the cheap garment they had received. 

Right from the start it was obvious that they wouldn't work. 

When he tried them on, and pulled up his jeans with the fake fly, he just didn't look right.  

The dancer's belt was also a disappointment, instead of concealing his genitals, the belt smoothed their appearance and actually appeared to enhance them.  Nikki looked thoughtful for a moment.  

"Terry, I think we're going at this all wrong."  "How, so?" 

 "You're going to be in a play.  You're not just some guy dressing like this for your personal pleasure.  

Someone in the production company, maybe the wardrobe mistress, or prop master, should have an idea of how to make realistic hips and butt pads.  Something that won't make you look like you're wearing, well those," Nikki said pointing to the cheap, poorly made garment.  

"Maybe, there'll be something to make you look flat in front as well."  

"What about being stealthy?  Wait!  Honey, that's the perfect solution. The prop master should be able to work something up.  I'll give the production company a call tomorrow." 

It hadn't been the property master who came up with the solution, it had been the woman in charge of the makeup crew.  She knew a guy who designed and made monster costumes for the movies.  Nikki and Terry went to his studio to see what could be done.  

After some discussion, they received a promise from the artist for confidentiality.  He took some measurements and told Terry to come back in a week.                                 

A week later, Terry returned to the studio and tried on the hip and butt padding.  Unlike the internet garment, the new garment looked and felt real, even having an exact duplicate of Terry's bikini trim.  

He wore it home, anxious to show it off to Nikki.  "Honey, I'm home," Terry called out.  Nikki came into the living room and stared at her husband.  The artist had created a masterpiece.  

Grinning, Terry slowly turned around, allowing Nikki to see the whole effect.  "Girl, in those jeans you've got a terrific-looking butt!  And if those aren't childbearing hips, I've never seen any."  Terry grinned, "You haven't seen anything yet," he announced.  He pulled his pants down. 

 For a moment, Nikki just stared at Terry.  "You have a bikini trim!" she exclaimed.  "That's very realistic, no that's incredible!"  

Terry grinned wider.  "Take a closer look, Dear." 

 Nikki bent over slightly to look closer.  

"Oh My God!  You have a 'camel toe'!" 

 "I do, and you know what's even neater?"  Nikki shook her head. 

"He made a sheath that will hold my penis back out of sight.  The best part of that is that I can pee through it.  Just like a girl!"  Nikki looked thoughtfully at the 'camel toe'.  

"Amazing.  How does it feel?  Can you have sex with it?"  Terry laughed.  

"It feels a lot better than that shapewear you had me wear.  And, the answer to your naughty question is, no, I can't have sex with it!"  

"Pity, it might have been fun too,...  "  

Nikki paused, blushing in embarrassment.  

"You'd better pull your pants up before I,... Just pull your pants up, okay?"  Terry laughed and started to pull his pants up.  

Nikki watched as Terry pulled his pants up over the padding.  From the waist down, he had the bottom half of an hourglass figure.  

Thinking about how well-designed and made the padding was, a horrible thought crossed her mind.  

"I hate to ask, but how much did he charge you?" 

 Terry grinned.  

"Not a penny.  He said that he had an idea that would recover all his costs."  His answer reassured Nikki.  'This is going to work, she thought to herself.  It was a good thing that the garment was comfortable.  

Terry would end up wearing it almost from the time he arose until he went to bed.