Author Topic: The Hen Party (Read 23090 times)

DaraJaney · « **on:** April 02, 2008, 07:09:59 PM »

[Warning: no nappies in this one!]

Gerry had been close friends with Lucy since they were kids. Her wedding was coming up and her girl friends were putting her under pressure to have a hen-night on the eve of the wedding. But Lucy didn’t want to make it girls-only because it wouldn’t be the same without her best friend Gerry there.

Deirdre offered to have it in her house and to cook a slap-up meal but Lucy held out. In the end they reached a compromise that Gerry could come but no other men. Her other friends all knew and liked Gerry too.

Gerry was a guy with no hang-ups so he had no problem being the only guy but the girls kept ribbing him about being at the hen night. They wouldn’t let it go and started joking about dressing him up as a girl so that he’d fit in better.

Deirdre was in the kitchen looking after the cooking but could hear what was going on. “I’ve got some lovely outfits upstairs that would suit you perfectly”, she chipped in to stir it up. Gerry’s cheeks started burning as the other girls jumped on this idea.

They started pulling at him. “Come on upstairs and we’ll do a make-over.” Gerry was a good sport but didn’t really want Lucy’s night to take a turn like this. He resisted but with four women tugging and pulling at him he eventually allowed himself to be dragged upstairs. He hoped they would be happy with slapping a bit of lipstick and make-up on him.

But once up in the room the four of them quickly had his shirt and trousers off and Kate sat him down in front of the dressing table and started checking through the make-up selection.

He had to hold perfectly still while she worked on his face but he was aware of Carla checking out the wardrobe and Elaine was going through the drawers. He could hear them going “oh yes!” “Perfect!” But he couldn’t see what they were selecting. Yvonne had disappeared into the bathroom.

Kate picked a scarlet lipstick and a bright blue eye-shadow and was heavy with the rouge on his cheeks. She was going to town on him. He didn’t want to spoil their fun and sure who was going to see anyway?

Suddenly a waist clincher was wrapped around his middle and pulled tight. Then a bra was slipped over his arms and strapped behind him. Kate made him stand up and they whipped his boxers down. This ensured that he didn’t resist the white panties they made him wear because he didn’t want to be standing there starkers in front of them.

Then he was hauled into the bathroom where Yvonne sat on the toilet seat wielding a razor. “Ah come on, this is too much”, he protested. But before he could think of anything else to say a strip of hair was shaved right down the side of his thigh. It would look ridiculous left like that so he reluctantly allowed them to continue. But he sat there wondering how he let himself get into this.

When that was done he was brought back to the dressing table where Kate grabbed his chin to put on some lip-liner. Some kind of belt was strapped around his waist which was odd because he hadn’t put on any trousers. When he saw Elaine roll up a black stocking he realised it was a suspender belt.

Kate stopped what she was at to allow Elaine pull the stockings up his legs and button them to the suspender belt. They were continuously tittering and telling him how fantastic he was going to look. “Wait until Lucy sees.”

While Kate resumed on his face, high-heeled sandals were strapped on his feet. Carla held up a crisp white blouse up for him. It was the least girly thing they had for him so he had no problem letting her put that on him.

This was followed by a plaid jumper dress with a pleated skirt. Before he could see the effect, they sat him down on the stool again and Kate started painting his nails a matching scarlet while Yvonne started work with a curling tongs.

Once his nails were done he was instructed to sit there with his fingers splayed while they dried. Dangling ear-rings were clipped to his lobes. Yvonne finished his hair. He still had to sit there because his nails weren’t dry yet. He looked down and was relieved that the skirt of his dress came almost to his knees. He had been concerned that it was shorter.

Deirdre called up the stairs that the dinner was ready. “We’d better go down”, Kate said smiling at the job they had done on Gerry. “Just keep your fingers like that for another couple of minutes.

Gerry got up carefully from the stool, still holding his fingers out. As he straightened up he began to realise how short the dress really was. He could see the black stocking-tops and instinctively went to pull his dress down. “Ah, ah!” Kate reminded him about the nail paint. Elaine tugged at the hem of his dress and it just about covered the stocking tops.

“Come on”, they instructed and he was grabbed by the arms and propelled towards the door. He stumbled in the high heels much to their amusement. “You’ll get used to them quickly enough.”

He had to grip the banister tightly as he went down the stairs. The four women entered the room in front of him to observe Lucy and Deirdre’s reaction.

They stood there mouths agape at the sight of Gerry. He still really hadn’t had a chance to take it all in himself. So he looked down at his dress and long legs in stockings, made look even longer in the high heels. He wanted to tug his dress down to be on the safe side but was still conscious of his nails.

Eventually Lucy gushed “Wow! That’s amazing.” Deirdre was even more surprised. “You look even better in that dress than I do! And I just can’t manage those heels.” Gerry wasn’t managing them at all either but he was just dumb-struck.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #1 on:** April 03, 2008, 03:19:36 PM »

They made him walk up and down and he was still unsteady in the heels. Kate told him his nails were probably alright now so he tugged nervously at the pleated hem of his dress. He could feel his suspenders stretch and ease with each step and felt sure that his stocking tops must be visible. But Elaine had to pull up his skirt at the side to reveal a suspender strap before Lucy put her hand to her face and exploded with laughter.

Gerry was relieved to get sitting at the table, though he jumped up with a little start when the cold leather of the seat met the bare skin between his panties and stockings. Yvonne noticed and smirked.

He tried to smooth the dress under his bottom but it was too short so he had no choice but to gingerly sit down again and brace himself for the cold shock.

He hardly said a word over dinner as the women gossiped, just giving him amused little side-looks. He was just too conscious of what a sight he must make. The waist clincher was biting into his sides and his feet were beginning to ache from being squeezed into such an unfamiliar shape.

The women were ripping into the drink and food while Gerry’s just had no appetite and kind of felt sick in his tummy from nervousness. The party was rightly ruined for him. But Lucy seemed to be enjoying it and it was her night.

After dinner they retired to the front room. They made sure that Gerry had to sit in the middle of the deep couch. He sank well down and desperately tugged at his pleated skirt to try to ensure that his suspenders couldn’t be seen. The women sniggered at his prudishness.

The women got more and more drunk. The dinner had finished earlier than expected and it was still only 10pm and they had planned a late night. “Let’s go out on the town”, Kate suggested suddenly. Other enthusiastically concurred. They seemed to have genuinely forgotten about Gerry’s situation because, when Yvonne remembered and looked at him with concern, they all went “oh yes” and thought about it.

But within seconds they were even more enthusiastic about it. “But he’s the one who is perfectly dressed for a night on the town!” Carla blurted. “Absolutely!” “Yes perfect.” The women had not dressed up much since their intention was to spend the night in, so Gerry was in fact the only one in a dress.

Gerry was shocked. He was fairly sure that they weren’t just teasing him. They started to gather their bags and coats. “Girls! There’s no way I’m going out like this.” He remained rooted to the couch.

“Course you are”, Deirdre said. “You’re fine. We just need to get you a bag and coat.” The others busied themselves while Deirdre went upstairs. They all seemed to have made their minds up to go and weren’t even considering Gerry’s protests.

It was February and they all had long coats. Deirdre appeared with a hand-bag for Gerry. “I’ve put in some powder and lipstick and stuff in case you need to touch up”, she said in such a matter of fact way that Gerry realised that they were very serious about this. They clearly were determined to go out and they weren’t going to let his predicament stop them.

She gave him a short jacket to put on and a scarf. He put the jacket on somewhat unhappily. He looked down to see that it only reached the top of the pleats on his dress. Before he could demand a longer coat the door was opened, Kate and Elaine grabbed an arm each and he was propelled out.

He felt the cold blast through his thin stockings and up under his pleated dress. They let go once he was out. He immediately turned back to the door to try to run back in but he heard it click shut and they all started walking down the path.

He stayed at the door, cringing with the cold. “Please!” But they continued chatting casually as they walked down the street. Lucy looked over her shoulder and smiled as he frustratedly trotted along behind them, forced to take little steps in his heels. He couldn’t believe that this was happening to him.

When they reached the main road Elaine shouted. “There’s a bus coming!” They all started running for the stop a hundred yards away. Gerry scampered desperately behind them, terrified of being left behind.

He was sure his stockings were slipping down as his feet thudded against the pavement. They reached the stop just ahead of the bus. Lucy stood with one foot on the bus and one on the pavement to hold it until Gerry caught up. As he ran along side the bus his right shoe came off. His momentum forced him to limp a few steps before he stopped. With everyone staring out of the bus at him, he hopped back and worked his foot back into the shoe.

Initially the bus driver gave him a cross impatient look but then Gerry saw his gaze drop to his long legs. The others had gone upstairs. Gerry sighed. He looked nervously at the passengers sitting around the bottom of the stairs. Would they watch him ascend? There was no doubt that they would see his suspenders if they did.

But he had no choice but to follow the others. He didn’t want to sit alone. He started up the stairs but was stopped half way up as his friends took ages to decide which seats to take. He looked back at the people downstairs. They were all looking towards the hem of his dress. An old lady tut-tutted and looked away in disgust. He tried to hold his pleats in against his legs to minimise the view.

Eventually he was able to continue upstairs. There were no double seats free. The others were all sitting in separate seats. He looked up and down. He could only see men sitting on their own. He really didn’t want to sit beside a man. But people were staring at him now so he was desperate to sit down. Eventually he took the nearest seat and had several attempts at trying to pull his dress down further which only seemed to increase the man’s curiosity. The girls all smiled at each other.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #2 on:** April 04, 2008, 04:24:35 PM »

They got off the bus in the city centre and headed for a night-club. There was a long queue outside. They joined the end. Gerry shifted from one foot to the other as his feet were seriously aching now in the high-heels. He dug his hands deep in the pockets of his jacket trying to make it as long as possible. His pleated skirt fluttered in the breeze down the alleyway.

A few people left the club. The bouncer looked down to the end of the line. “Girls you can come on in.” There were various disgruntled mutterings and moans from the couples in front of them in line but Gerry was for the first time relieved to be one of the girls as he scampered along behind them and into the warmth of the club.

But his relief was short lived. The reason a group of girls was given priority was because there was a majority of men inside. Gerry was by far the most dolled up of the group. His heavy make-up, short dress and high heels marked him out as someone out for action. If anyone could see that he was wearing stockings and suspenders he figured he would be in real trouble.

The girls went straight for the powder room. It was packed with women checking their make-up. Gerry was anxious about his stockings and jockeyed for position in front of the mirror. He could see that black band at the top of his stockings. All of the cubicles were full so he tried to discretely pull up his stockings in the corner. Lucy saw him and smiled. “You can shorten the suspender straps if you want to.” He found the slide on the strap and shortened a strap but he had to reach around under his dress for all four.

He would have preferred to stay in there all night but soon they were out on the dance-floor. They all threw their hand-bags in the middle and danced around. Gerry was usually a flamboyant dancer but swayed stiffly, afraid of generating too much movement in his pleated skirt.

After a couple of songs a slow-set started. He winced and headed for the seating area. He had several offers of a dance along the way but smiled and shook his head embarrassedly as he scampered along. Most of the men scowled at him as if to say “why are you all done up in a short dress if you don’t want some action?”

Some seats were vacated and he sat down. He clamped his knees firmly together and placed his hand-bag on his knees. All the others had paired off for a dance. Lucy looked over at him and smiled.

The night continued until the early hours. They took a taxi back to Deirdre’s house. As the last of them jumped inside out of the cold she looked back at Gerry gingerly picking his way up the path, the heels now absolutely agonising.

Inside the door he immediately stepped out of the right shoe. His foot was moulded into the unnatural shape and retained the curve when he put it down on the floor. It was the same with the other foot. He had to take a few steps forwards and back before his feet were coaxed back onto the flat.

They were all exhausted. Deirdre helped him remove the make-up from his face but they decided to leave his nails until morning.

The next morning, Gerry was last down to breakfast. The others were already preparing for the big day. They smiled at his scarlet nails – the only tell tale sign from the night before. His smooth legs were largely hidden by the floral dressing gown which was the only half-way respectable thing he could find.

They started reminiscing about how well he looked the night before. “I can’t believe how convincing you were”, Lucy said. “I should have picked you for a bridesmaid.” They all laughed.

Then Kate said. “Well to be honest, I hate the idea of having to wear that pink bridesmaid dress so he’s welcome to it!” There was more laughter. “Really?” Lucy asked. There was a surprised pause from Kate. “Really!”

They all looked at Gerry. He put down his cup firmly. “Forget it.” They still looked at him. “You’ve got to be kidding!” “Absolutely no way.”

Two hours later Gerry stepped out of Deirdre’s house wearing a powder pink ballet-length bridesmaid dress, his layers of petticoats rustling around him. He winced as he went down the couple of steps as his corset bit into his sides. The attached suspender straps strained on his lace-top white stockings.

He turned and stood clutching his bouquet as Deirdre, the lead bridesmaid, followed. Then came Kate delighted to be in her trouser suit and flat shoes. Gerry tottered towards Lucy’s house where the hairdressers were in action.

They delighted at the opportunity to work on him and soon his hair was a mass of curlers with yards of thin ribbons worked into his hair in intricate patterns.

As he walked as elegantly as he could towards the limo, he wondered how he got into this situation. Lucy smiled broadly and was clearly delighted.

As he followed the bride down the aisle alongside Deirdre several people did double takes. He wondered if they knew, as he maintained his fixed smile, but it was just that they were expecting Kate to be the other bridesmaid.

At least he was able to sit discretely through most of the ceremony until it came to the vows. He stood up to go over behind the bride. He smoothed down the back of his dress like a pro.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #3 on:** April 06, 2008, 04:42:15 AM »

It was fine until they were outside. All attention was initially on the bride and groom, naturally. Gerry stood off to the side awkwardly, shifting from one foot to the other in his heels. He could see the girls mingling with the crowd. Gradually he realised that more and more people were looking at him with an amused smile. “The bitches”, he muttered.

For the rest of the day he was almost the centre of attention. He had to sit at the top table where there was no hiding place. It was really warm under all the petticoats. He was actually relieved to be in stockings rather than tights.

With his legs safely under the table cloth, he discretely pulled up his skirt and petticoats above the tops of his stockings. The cool feeling was most relieving and he lay back and looked up at the ceiling. He jiggled his legs around to maximise the effect.

After a minute or so a waitress tapped him on the shoulder. “By the way, the table cloth does not go down to the floor on the other side of the table.” She disappeared. He sat up with a jolt. The half of the people in the room that were facing him were laughing heartily. He pushed down his skirt and petticoats as quickly as he could. The number of smart remarks he heard later about lace-top stockings confirmed what everyone had seen.

Thankfully the second groomsman disappeared when the dancing started to avoid any hugely embarrassing scene. Once the first few dances were over Deirdre tugged him by the arm. “Come on, we can change out of these dresses now.” He was so relieved.

Up in a bedroom he was frustrated to see a sky blue dress suit and blouse laid out for him. He had never thought of providing clothes for later on. Still it had to be better than the bridesmaid dress.

The blouse fitted snugly over his corset – a little too snugly and surely people would see. The skirt just about covered his stocking tops. He pleaded for something longer to wear but that was all they had for him.

So when he returned to the ballroom heads turned again and he tugged at the hem of his skirt. All the tables were gone to make room for dancing so he had nowhere to hide his long white legs. He went to cross his legs, concerned that people could see up between his legs under his short tight skirt. But then he was convinced that if he did that, people would see his stocking tops at the side. He shifted uneasily all night.

A distinguished looking man sat down beside him and engaged him in conversation. He welcomed the distraction and the man’s wife was next to him which made him feel safer.

He asked the man what he did. “I own Hodgson Graphics.” Gerry was taken aback. That was the most reputable design company in the city. Gerry would know, because he was a graphic designer himself. At least he would have been, if he had a job.

Mr. Hodgson asked him what he did. Gerry could see no reason to make anything up so he confessed to being an unemployed graphic designer. “Really? You must come into our office on Monday morning and I’ll see what I can do.” “Thanks, I will”, Gerry said before thinking of the implications. “Ten o’clock”, Hodgson told him.

They continued chatting. Deirdre joined them. Gerry was conscious that Hodgson couldn’t take his eyes off his legs. He wondered how much that had to do with the job offer.

The next day Gerry told Deirdre about the offer. He had been unemployed for a year and was going to have to move out of the apartment he loved if he didn’t get a job soon. But he would have to go in dressed as a woman.

Deirdre urged him to do it. “I keep telling you. You’re quite convincing as a woman. Sure, what have you got to lose?”

So on Monday morning Gerry put on the white blouse. Deirdre handed him the plaid jumper dress. “Could I not have something longer?” Deirdre smiled. “Did you not notice that he couldn’t take his eyes off your legs?” Gerry winced. “Do you want the job or not ?”, she asked.

He sighed and took the dress. As he pulled the pleated skirt down she said “the schoolgirl look will do no harm”. He sighed heavily again. He couldn’t believe he was doing this.

She handed him the suspender belt. He winced again. “Could I not wear tights?” She just laughed and pressed the suspender belt on him again.

As they got on the bus Gerry was frustrated to see Deirdre head up the stairs again. It was alright for her in her trousers.

Hodgson greeted him with a big smile as Gerry scampered towards him in his high heels. He got a good look up and down at Gerry’s outfit and was clearly pleased. Gerry left the room with a job starting the next day.

Needless to say he was not keen on the idea of having to dress like a woman every day of the week but at least this meant he could avert his financial dilemma.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #4 on:** April 14, 2008, 01:12:05 PM »

The next day he insisted on wearing a longer skirt now that he had secured the job. A major project came up for grabs that he was anxious to get. He met Hodgson in the afternoon. He was clearly less interested in Gerry in his more conservative outfit. He would not commit to anything.

The next day Gerry wore a thin white blouse with a lacey camisole visible underneath. He wore a deeply pleated mini-kilt with a net underskirt making it stand out around him. It just barely covered the tops of his tan seamed stockings. Gerry walked daintily in heels an inch higher than his previous high heels. He smiled bravely through the pain. He made sure to bend over and leave his portfolio on a seat to ensure that Hodgson got a glimpse of his suspender belt. He left the room as manager of the new project.

But Hodgson continued to keep a close eye on the project and they had daily meetings. So Gerry had to appear every day in a variety of short skirts and dresses. The others in the office came to resent his obvious pandering to the boss.

He had to get up an hour earlier every day to apply thick make-up. He had become quite expert in the high heels and could now scamper along to catch the bus, although he had difficulty keeping his pleated skirt down while clutching his handbag containing his make-up bag and spare stockings.

At least every evening he could kick off the heels, undo his suspenders and wipe off the make-up. But one evening he had only just flopped down in front of the TV when Hodgson rang and insisted that he had to come back into the office.

It took him ages to reapply his make-up and put back on his stockings and suspenders and his only recently relieved feet ached as he strapped his high heels on.

This happened again within days and he realised that he was going to have to stay completely made up and dressed for the whole day.

When it came to making the presentation to the clients, Gerry wore a slinky black dress over a tightly strung corset. The client’s team comprised two men and a woman and she clearly disapproved of his sheer, seamed black stockings while one of the men was quite besotted by Gerry’s six-inch heels.

The second man was undecided for a long time. They took a break. Gerry went to the loo. While he was washing his hands the second man came into the toilet. Gerry was surprised to see him.

“Just how much do you want this contract”, the man asked. Gerry looked at him uncertainly. The man unzipped his trousers. Gerry turned towards the sinks again in shock which the man took as an invitation. He pressed up behind Gerry and pulled down his panties.

Gerry didn’t know what to do. But the man knew exactly what he was doing and within seconds had pushed himself into Gerry’s bum. He held a firm grip while he thrust in and out. In the end Gerry was too confused to do anything to resist.

Once he was done, the man zipped himself up, straightened his tie in the mirror and said “that should do it.” He then left. Gerry pulled his dress down, tugged his stocking tops up and composed himself in the mirror. Then he walked rather gingerly out.

When Gerry got back to the boardroom Hodgson was beaming. “It’s all signed up”, he said. “From next week you’ll be working in their office.” The man looked up at Gerry and smiled.

[concluded]