He slid the panties on, and fastened his bra is place.He slid the panties on, and fastened his bra is place. He stuffed the cup with some fresh washcloths, and flattened them out to make it smoother on the curve. He was careful not to smuge his makeup as he slid on the dress over his head. A quick zip to the back, and he looked in the mirror. He was absolutely beautiful. The dress had puffed sleeves that cuffed above the elbow. It was cut low in the back, and stopped just short of revealing his secret in front. He decided to use some tape to make what tits he had show some cleavage. After that, he re-aligned the dress, and stepped into the low-heeled pumps. Marty was now 100% Mary to anyone that didn't inspect his panties. He really was attractive, with the long light brown hair, blue eyes, and thin figure. Maybe he could even fool his own mother. He couldn't wait. It didn't matter how shy he was as Marty. As Mary, he could be himself, or herself, rather. She was as close to feminine as any man could be without an operation. She knew she could be outgoing, and she'd have her test at the festival today. She opened the garage door by pressing a button on the wall. She/he got into his/her car and pulled out toward town. She found a parking space on a sidestreet. It was almost noon, and the festival was in full swing. People were gathering along the main street. It looked like it was almost time for a parade. She brought along her mother's spare purse, and put her car keys in it. She locked the door, took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. Her heels clicked on the sidewalk. She loved it. She was free. She gathered with some people who were waiting for the parade. |