Thank you Sexy_Tat for all your help with editing and suggestion.
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There has always been something about wearing a wig that you liked. You have always had the ability to instantly slip into the persona brought on by the wigs. You discovered this talent in talent in junior high while taking drama classes. But as with any capability you simply forgot it as you moved into adult life and then the pursuit of your professional life. It wasn't until staying up late one night after a heated argument between your fiancee about his desire for pictures. Due to your elevated position within your job at the local University, you were opposed to the idea. But you loved him and wanted to please him that you were up at 3am trolling the internet.
You knew instantly when you saw the wig on the page that this was the one. It didn't take you long to formulate the plan. More to the point you knew who and what you would become the instant you put it on. With memories and a life story already programmed in the wig. You remembered how each wig was different in its own way. But the transformation was always the same. This was your escape, a way to become someone else and free yourself of all boundaries and restrictions you feared or placed on yourself. You could do or say things you never would as the prim and proper professor at the local university.
The wig was a strawberry blonde one called the Blonde French Twist Updo. You had seen it while searching for another wig for a upcoming fashion show. Immediately and without a second thought you had purchased it. While it had cost $177.00, you knew you had to have it. You were already forming the persona as your fingers played across the keys of your laptop. The more your mind played with the character, the more you could feel yourself become that person. You could feel your body begin to react. You could feel the dampness in your panties and your nipples stiffen and begin to harden. You listen as your breathing was becoming raspy fro the sudden surge of endorphins being released into your system. A plan was forming slowly at first then building quickly as the images flooded your conscious mind. Slowly and as if on automatic your legs slightly part to relieve the pressure of your swollen lips. The familiar tingling was back and you close your eyes for a minute riding the wave of excitement. There would be a slow build up of excitement as you spent the next two weeks awaiting its arrival in the mail. You would spend that time as you had done so many years ago. Working every detail in your mind, finalizing every last nuance with such care till the time you put the wig on.
It had begun innocently a few weeks before. We were laying in bed reading when I turned to you and announced.
"Renee, I would like to take some pictures of you."
You knew that I enjoyed your body and loved watching and touching you. You had once asked why and was startled when I simply responded
"I would rather jerk off looking at you than looking at some stranger."
While this was flattering the thought of posing for nude or semi nude pictures scared you. While we had been dating for over three years and had recently become engaged, you still had a hard time with trust. You had always refused my request for anything risque or potentially overtly kinky but something stopped you this time. I knew you had a wild side because as much as you tried it had tried to repress it. It had escaped and reared its head a time or two after a night spent drinking. You rationed that after all there were pictures taken here and there of you during our time together. Some of them even nude but it was different because it was a spur of the moment idea. I had either destroyed them per your request or simply not bothered to download them off the camera. You knew I wanted you to give them to me, to hear you say that you wanted me to have them. Even during our worst fight a few months back I had never given you any reason to ever think I would use them against you. Between the fears of losing your job and how you thought you looked had always kept you from posing for me.
I had always kept my word regarding this promise, so you had simply stated that we would see. You had forgotten about my request till now. Smiling to yourself, knowing it would excite me and that your plan was coming together you hit the send button to pay for the wig.
The next few weeks you went about slowly assembling the necessary items you would need. You had stopped to check the mail on your way home after a particularly long day. You had just finished grading midterms. All you wanted was a stiff drink and a long soak in your tub. It was my last night of work at the fire station and you knew I would be off the next few days. I had been so patient with the late nights and early mornings you had worked getting the exams read and graded. We were both looking forward to spending time together. Catching up on both sleep and our love making which had taken a back seat. When you opened the mailbox you felt an instant flood of juices in your panties. There lying in the mailbox was the key to an even bigger mailbox signaling a delivery. You hurriedly opened the locked door and removed the large box from its storage area. Later that evening as you looked back you didn't even remember the driving home with the large box in the passenger seat. Changing clothes or walking the dogs or even falling asleep that night. It hadn't been till the next morning when you were submerged in the bathtub filled with hot soapy water that you found yourself softly stroking your swollen lips between your legs. Your feet were up on both sides of the tub with legs splayed open. You fought hard not to bring yourself to orgasm as your fingers massaged your outer lips and sensitive clit. Tracing up the sides of each puffy lip before sinking one then two fingers inside. Sufficiently teasing yourself to the very edge of an orgasm. Rising from the tub long after the water had begun to chill you set about gathering the items you needed. I would be home from work soon and everything needed to be in place.
The plan was simple enough. The wig was the first thing you had to put on after drying yourself. Instantly, you had become her. Renee has ceased to exist and you glanced in the mirror of your bathroom and failed to recognize even your own reflection. You see the woman standing there, large perky breast that defied gravity. Your eyes trail down the body in the mirror across a flat stomach to a set of curvy hips. It is then you notice this woman looking back is completely shaven. Standing at an even five foot in bare feet and looking to be around her late 30's or early 40's. You begin to pamper yourself with scented body powder. Teasing yourself as you padded the powder onto your breast, softly encircling them with the fluffy pad. First you lift one then the other as you apply the powder all over. You can't help but pinch one exposed nipple then the other. Feeling them swell and harden under the pressure of your finger tips. Still nude you turn and walk thru the house and to my room and into the closet where your shoes are stored. Without thinking you reached for the clear acrylic stripper shoes and placed one then the other on your feet. Then returning to your room you retrieve the red lingerie you had consisted of of a pair of panties a half cup push up bra and a light cover. You then set up the rest of the items you had collected and kept hidden in your closet these past two weeks. Walking over to your dresser you open the top drawer removing a few remaining props and set about setting the stage for my arrival. Once done you send me a simple text that said
"Hurry home."
You had put the dogs up and inserted a new movie into the DVD player. You barely heard my door close on my truck as you walked to the side of the bed and got into position. I had walked into the garage and found a note tacked to the door. All it read was
"Enjoy the show."
