Please read When We Were Young Ch. 6 and this will make a lot more sense.
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This part contains MM/FF, M/M and MM/F consensual sex, M/M and M/F oral sex, and FFFFF/M exhibitionism.
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Linda and I had turned in our project by mid-morning on Thursday and were sound asleep in our bedroom, having gotten to bed about three AM. Meanwhile, Sharon had wrapped up her project and was on the road, due to arrive around two that afternoon.
'Breaker was helping Rich pick out something to wear to surprise Sharon, who knew he was working on doing his own makeup but had not seen him as Smoke, the nickname I had given a dolled-up Rich. Rich and Mar, Smoke and 'Breaker, had become almost like 'girlfriends' over the last several days, his demeanor very much feminine around her, his speech at a higher pitch, giggling, the way he played with his hair, and on and on. They were quickly becoming besties, which Linda and I were thrilled about.
We hadn't seen Sharon for two months, and Rich was increasingly nervous as her arrival approached, wondering if the chemistry they shared during her last visit would still be there this time around. They talked on the phone frequently and all appeared to be well, but...
Meanwhile, Linda and I were planning to give Sharon a lot of love and make this weekend about her, as much as possible. We were all growing close, and we didn't want her distance from us to make her feel left out.
Mar woke us up at one-thirty, Sharon had called from her cell phone, saying she would be here in thirty minutes...time to turn Rich into Smoke.
Smoke had selected an outfit I'd seen him wear a few times the last several weeks...low-rise Capri jeans that highlighted her spectacular ass, with a tan-and-white-lace tank-top that stopped about an inch above the belly button and highlighted her abs...his abs.
Apologies if I'm confusing you, but damn it, I'm confused! Rich is a man and Smoke is a woman...that's how I see them in my mind, anyway, so please read it that way.
Anyway, this was topped off with a tan knit hat. She looked good; I swear from a hundred feet, Smoke was all woman. She still walked like Rich, but she'd been practicing and was getting better. Mar and Linda had her makeup perfect, all she was missing was shoes, and I believe Sharon's credit card would be smoking by the end of the weekend.
I was standing in the living room when I saw Sharon pulling in out front. Popping out to help her with her bags, she had brought clothes for Mar, as well as her own. "Hey, sexy," I said, giving her a bearhug of my own for a change.
"Let go, Tony," she laughed. "How's my baby...has he been behaving?"
I laughed. "Well, he hasn't figured out how to ask permission to cum, but he's been pretty distracted, what with all the clothes you sent and the makeup. You won't believe it. In fact, I think Smoke is anxious to show you just how much she's changed. Shall we?" I asked, luggage in tow.
"By the way, I like 'Smoke'," Sharon said over her shoulder. She stepped inside, spied Smoke, and yelled, "OH MY GOD!"
By the time I made it inside, she was holding Smoke at arm's length, looking her up and down, then spinning her slowly, shaking her head. Smoke blushed nervously from the penetrating attention. Sharon just stood there, tears in her eyes, "Tony said you looked good, but I, I just can't believe...I mean, you're just so...beautiful," she finally managed.
Smoke blushed deeper, as Mar gave her a side hug. "Told ya," she said, beaming at her, "Now, don't start crying, you'll ruin your makeup," she admonished, as Smoke started tearing up, waving her hands in front of her face.
Smoke and Sharon went to look at her clothes, and I asked Mar if everything was set for our evening's itinerary. With a grin spreading across her face, she answered, "Dinner reservations at eight, and they'll be waiting for us afterward."
Mar had let slip that she had seduced Stacey after our first encounter at the restaurant, begging me not to tell anyone, to let them keep it a secret, for a little while, at least. I had agreed, even helping them come up with a plan to spend some alone time on Friday, without anyone becoming suspicious.
"What are you two up to?" Linda asked.
I just grinned; Mar, too. "It's a surprise," I answered.
"What's a surprise?" Sharon asked, as she and Smoke curled up on the couch together, her hands roaming lightly over Smoke's body.
"I will explain in a second, but first I want to ask Smoke how she likes dressing in her new clothes, the makeup, etc., and if you still want to try new things, or if you are overwhelmed and would like to slow things down," I said, all eyes turning to her.
"Well," Smoke said, thinking, "I love wearing the panties and camis, here and when going out, but I'll need to stop the camis soon, as it warms up. The makeup is fun to learn, but I think I'll start wearing less unless it's a special occasion. I adore the conditioners and lotions, my hair is gorgeous, and I want to let it grow out some more. Thanks to Mum, I have plenty of clothes, though I'd like to get some shoes, and maybe some thigh highs; maybe a garter belt."
"I ask because I have made dinner reservations for us, as well as a special surprise gift for my four beautiful ladies, plus there are a few people I would like to introduce Smoke to, if she will trust me," I said, looking at her.
"Dressed like this, you mean?" she asked, eyes wide.
"Yes, dude, just like this. A couple of people whom I guarantee will love the new you. There is a zero-percent chance they will be upset or judge you in any way. Am I right, Mar?"
"Absolutely. They will love you," Mar grinned. "Trust us."
"But, but where? I can't go out like this," Smoke said nervously, Sharon hugging her and kissing her neck.
"Well, you have two options. First, you can take Smoke's clothes and makeup with you and change when we arrive, and then again when we leave. Guaranteed privacy, no one will suspect a thing," I said.
"Second, you can go as Smoke when we leave here for dinner at seven-fifteen. It will be dark by then, so no one here will see, and the only person who will get a good look at you at the restaurant will be Stacey..."
"We're going to see Stacey?" Sharon asked, eyes lighting up.
"Same table as last time, and there will just be her and a cook. She said it should be just us as customers after eight-thirty," Mar replied.
"I'll drop you at the mall entrance. From there it's maybe a hundred feet to the restaurant, and the mall will be closed when we leave, so the chance anyone would see you as anything but a smoking hot woman is remote," I said.
Everyone was quiet as they pondered the idea, glancing at Smoke, who was nervously biting a nail, lost in thought.
"Honey, you could wear my raincoat into the mall if you wanted to, or take it with us, just in case," Linda said. Smoke nodded, snuggling back into Sharon, who was holding her tight, and started whispering in her ear.
