Chapter #3Hooters Girl by: DougTF   The three of them were all going to be dressing as Hooters Girls, which was about as demeaning a costume as Mark could envision. His girlfriend Jane would actually look stunning in those short shorts and tank top, and her bestie Susan wouldn't be bad either. But him? In that outfit? No amount of close shaving would help with that, he was sure. But they assured him it would be hilarious, and Jane pointed out that since he was so new in town, few people would recognize him, what with the wig and make up he would be wearing. Wig and make up? This Halloween just kept getting worse, but her infectious smile and enthusiasm were enough to overcome his trepidation. And she was right: few people knew him, and while this was NOT the first impression he wanted to make physically, it would be a fun memory to laugh at after the fact.
So, Mark finds himself shaving his legs (and arms for that matter) which was a horribly tedious undertaking. Jane offered to do a waxing but he drew the line at painfully ripping hair from his flesh. Besides, not enough time for the redness to fade if they tried that, and Susan smiles, since she was there as well "Your boy knows enough about how this works to at least sympathize. My last bloke had sod all for any understanding of what we women have to go through." Mark manages to NOT nick his leg again as he laughs and responds "Hey, just because I understand something doesn't mean I want to live through it!" The two women have a nice chuckle at his expense and then Jane runs her hand along his now smooth leg "Nice, well, I'll make it up to you babe...hehe, maybe we can make out in our Hooters outfits, isn't that a typical guy fantasy?" Mark laughs and sighs "Maybe so, but not so much being one of the women.... though if I was of the fairer sex, you'd still be the one for me babe" Susan sighs "Ugh so sappy.... I'll go get the wigs so we can all have those long, luscious locks these trollops all seem to have"
That night, Jane does get a little frisky with her smooth skinned man, and he has to admit, it was a little different, but he is sure tomorrow morning, getting ready, will not be nearly as much fun.
Mark was right: this is not nearly as much fun. Step one wasn't horrible: the girls had bought a dance baselayer: a dance belt. It was tight, but more importantly, the front surface was rigid. Wearing it didn't feel great, but it definitely gave him a smooth look to his crotch, which was good because what came next would have put his junk on display. Sheer shimmery tights, which feel good, but so wrong to be wearing. The pantyhose as they are called are just tinted enough to give his legs some shine, as well as a dusky tanned color. The far too tight and equally too short orange shorts go over them, and it's very awkward to be sitting there, shirtless, looking down at his legs and crotch that do in fact look girlish. His white atheltic shoes were the easiest part of the outfit, and his normally smallish men's feet look completely natural for a woman. Which is enough of an observation to make him want to stop the whole thing.
If the thought his legs and feet looked somewhat girlish already was jarring, what comes next is far worse. Jane and Susan have some sort of torture device, though clearly it is a corset. The two of them wrap his torso and tighten it enough that breathing is a bit labored, though it does flatten his figure. It also has the effect of pushing up his chest, and with it newly shaved and cleaned, Mark is not all pleased to actually have some cleavage. Granted, it looks like a smashed man's chest, but then the two girls help him get into the white tank top, and finally the wavy blonde long haired wig, where Jane simply straightened her blonde locks, and Susan got a raven hair wig to replace her bob. The two women work on your makeup, all the while Mark is hating it, but being a good sport. Finally, time comes to stand and look in the mirror and Mark gasps, staggering a bit. The three of them are standing there, looking in the mirror and Mark, as the tallest 'girl' on the right is stunned at..... at how pretty he looks. If he wasn't her, and didn't have a girlfriend whom he was wild about, he would ask himself out on a date. "Bloody hell, I look like someone out of the Crying Game, I... I..." Jane smiles and leans over, kissing his cheek "You look lovely Mark, thank you....I think once the judges get over the shock you are a bloke, we could win the mixed group prize.
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The two women and man get into Susan's car, and while it is awkward as anything, Mark laughs, because the three of them look the part of not only Hooters waitresses, but typical American bubble-headed women, and he thinks this suffering may be worth it if they can win the prize at the bar.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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