One of Alan’s best friends, Monica, was getting married. He was having a drink with her the week before her hen party was planned. “You should come”, she told him. “It’s a hen party! It’s going to be all your girlfriends.” “Yes but you are one of my best friends, I want you there too!”
“I don’t think they would appreciate that”. “It’s my hen party, I should be able to decide. I’ve told them I don’t want any nonsense like themed costumes or stupid veils or L plates.” “I don’t know”. “Look, let me talk to them. I’m sure it will be ok.”
So Alan got a phone call from Hannah, Monica’s bridesmaid. “Seriously you should come. She really wants you there – and so do we.” So that settled it.
They booked into a hotel on the Friday night and spent it all in the bar having great fun telling old stories – mostly ones that had embarrassing outcomes for Monica. It was a late night but they didn’t have to be up early. When they eventually got up on Saturday morning they cruised the shops in town. Alan didn’t feel at all awkward – they were all nice to him and there were no silly jokes about him being the only guy.
In the afternoon Hannah suggested that they should all have a nap in preparation for the long night ahead. The other girls agreed but Monica and Alan didn’t feel the need so they just went for a walk. “Let’s all gather in my room at 6. I’ve got a bottle of vodka ”, Hannah suggested and they all readily agreed.
When Monica and Alan approached the door at 6 there was much tittering inside. “Sounds like they’ve made inroads into that bottle of vodka already”, Alan commented. They walked in and found the girls all dressed up in slinky, short, low cut, brightly-coloured dresses, high heels, big blond and brunette wigs and heavy make-up.
“Oh no!” Monica winced. “You promised there wouldn’t be anything like this!” Hannah stepped forward and pulled her into the room. “Come on it’s just a bit of fun! We’re …..” “TROPHY WIVES!” they all shouted and laughed. Alan cringed on Monica’s behalf. He knew she hated this.
“Come on!” Two of Monica’s friends grabbed her by the elbows to bring her off to another room. “Wait til you see what we’ve got for you!” “Oh no!” Monica protested. “And it’s not fair on poor Alan. He’ll feel totally out of it.” “No he won’t”, Hannah insisted and she and another girl grabbed him and tugged him towards the bathroom. “What the ….?”
When Monica returned to the room she was wearing a figure-hugging pink dress, high heels, a blond curly wig and make-up laid on with a trowel. Then Alan was brought from the bathroom. She put her hand to her face. He was wearing a tight very short scarlet dress. They had given him very big boobs – he had the biggest in the room she reckoned. His dress was not low-cut like all the others but continued up to a collar – presumably to conceal his prosthetic boobs.
They had him in large high heels. She wondered had they waxed his legs but realized that they had put him in tan opaque tights which were remarkably effective. He had a brunette wig and the same exaggerated make-up as the others – scarlet lipstick, false eye-lashes, copious blush. Flashy earrings dangled from his lobes. Long scarlet false nails had been glued on. This made it very difficult for him to tug his dress down which he was desperately trying to do.
“Where did you get all that stuff?” Monica asked. “My brother is a drag queen”, Hannah explained. Monica felt so sorry for Alan. She looked incredulously at his wig. He reached up to it self-consciously and his dress rode up. She saw his bright red panties. He desperately tried to pull his dress down again but the nail extensions made it very difficult to get purchase on the material.
She had expected to see a bulge in his panties but none was obvious. There was something else instead. She went over to him and pulled the front hem of his dress up much to his embarrassment. The panties they had dressed him in were specially designed to conceal his tackle and present the outline of a vulva instead. She couldn’t help laughing. Alan desperately pulled his dress down again.
Hannah handed him a handbag. “There’s a spare pair of panties and a spare pair of tights in there along with your lipstick and blush.” The others all giggled. Alan looked in terror at his spare panties as the full realization hit him that they were taking him out in public like this!”
“No please! You can’t be serious.” Another friend helped him on with a little jacket. “The restaurant is booked for 10 minutes time”, Hannah insisted. They all got their bags and coats. Alan cringed in his high heels but they were ignoring him. Monica hated this too but there was no stopping it now. She gave him a sympathetic smile.
Two girls grabbed his elbows and he was led into the corridor. When the door was shut behind them they let him go, confident that he had little choice now but to come with them. They headed for the lift but he remained reluctant standing in his heels. Then a door opened at the other end of the corridor and a man stepped out. Alan scampered after the girls, not wanting to be left alone in the corridor in his tight red dress and eye-catching boobs with this man approaching.
But of course his only refuge was in the lift which delivered them all to the busy hotel lobby. There were people waiting to get into the lift so he had to follow the girls out. He got some funny looks but then they all looked like drag queens anyway so he wasn’t as noticeable as he’d feared.
They all strode purposefully towards the hotel entrance except for Monica who lingered back to smile sympathetically at Alan who was struggling to keep up in his unfamiliar heels. Then he was out on the street. He shivered, whether from the cool air or exposure in public in a short dress, who knows, but he instinctively tried to pull his dress down yet again. Damn these nails!
There was no stopping them and he had to scamper down the street after them. The further behind he was, the more passing men tended to notice his extra large boobs. Many looked towards the hem of his short dress and he desperately hoped that his panties weren’t showing but couldn’t be sure. He tried to trot along faster to catch up.