A Visitor For Jaina Pt. 03

I hadn't thought about it before he said it, but that must be how Shayla's, and I guess Shane's, ass was so smooth. "If you're thinking what I think you're thinking, yes, that's exactly how I get it that way," he said, reading my mind.

I winced. "Ouch, that must hurt. I can't imagine having my hair ripped out of any part of my body, especially my ass," I said.

"I'm not gonna lie," Shane said. "It stings at first, but there are lotions that help and the more you are waxed, the less painful it is. But for me it's the way to go. Laser removal can also be uncomfortable. I just don't like the idea of taking a laser to my genital area. I continue to wax my legs just because of the time involved with laser hair removal. Waxing for me lasts about 3 weeks, and over time my leg hair has become almost non-existent, and the hair that does grow is finer," Shane said. "Just something to think about."

I was all for a massage. I would normally have a massage after a very long bicycle ride, as being bent at the waist and pedaling for extended periods of time can leave a body fatigued. I was curious about what else Rachel thought Jaina needed. After all, we went on a shopping spree the day they arrived and got me more makeup and more clothing than I would probably ever have the chance to wear as Jaina. And I had to admit, shaving my body was a pain in the ass. It would be nice to be smooth for an extended period of time.

"Sure," I answered. "I'm game for whatever you guys have in mind."

"Well," Rachel started, "there is one more thing we would like you to help us decide." Rachel grabbed her laptop and started it up. It took a minute to start and connect to the hotel wi-fi, but once connected, she was able to quickly bring up her list of properties, which they had narrowed down to just two. "Which one do you like better? But before you answer, yes, I have decided to accept the promotion, so you will have plenty of time to show us around San Diego. So, if it was your decision to make, would you choose the La Jolla property overlooking the Pacific Ocean, or the Rancho Santa Fe property with every luxury amenity under the sun?" Rachel finished speaking and looked at me with a serious face. No hint of a smile, no lighthearted tone in her voice. Just a straight question expecting a straight answer.

I looked from Rachel to Shane, who looked serious, but had a hint of a smile on his fact, then back to Rachel. "Why do I get the feeling you aren't just asking my opinion, and I'm about to choose your next home?"

"Because you are," they both said in unison. "But there may be more to it that just that. A discussion for a different time. For now, pick one."

I didn't have to look at the pictures of either property. I didn't need to read about everything each had to offer. The Rancho Santa Fe property was the best selection for them. "Rancho Santa Fe," I said, not even pretending to think it over.

"Why," Rachel asked.

"The La Jolla place looks more like a bachelor pad with its modern contemporary architecture. Too many angles, too much in the way of 'look, but don't touch'. It looks like a showpiece and nothing more. The Rancho Santa Fe place is you. The Mediterranean style architecture is you. Everything about that house screams beauty. It screams elegance. It screams luxury. But it also screams 'live in me'. It screams love. It screams home," I said to Rachel, but also to Shane. And as I thought back to the conversation I'd had with Rachel about them wanting children, I looked directly at her and added, "And it screams family." With my last words, Rachel gave me a loving smile and, for a brief moment, looked as if she would cry.

It was now just past 7 o'clock, which meant it was just past 9 o'clock in Dallas. Rachel picked up her phone and dialed a number from memory. Shane and I couldn't hear the other half of the conversation, but from the way Rachel spoke and responded, it was fairly obvious what the person on the other end was saying. "Johnathan... Yes, I saw your text this morning, that's why I'm calling... Yes, I know you got in late last night... Johnathan, I'm sorry I woke you up, but shut up for a minute and listen to me, or I'll tell Alyssa you just missed out on the opportunity to make $1.5 million dollars... Yes, I thought that would get your attention. You can tell me about Europe later, now shut up and listen. I need you to list the Dallas mansion... No, I'm not joking. List it today. After you list the Dallas mansion, and after 11 o'clock Dallas time, I need you to put in an offer on a property here in California. I'm sending a link to you... No, Johnathan, I told you I'm not joking. I'm accepting the promotion and Shane and I are relocating to San Diego... No, we'll be back in town Friday. We were originally going to return tomorrow afternoon, but we added a day to our trip... I'll call you when we get in, maybe we can do dinner Saturday night. Now, about the property; it has been on the market for well over a year. Close to two, in fact. You're the expert, but I'm thinking we can come in with an offer of much lower than their asking price and see what they say. Yes, I know a lot will depend on what we can get for our property, but you know as well as I do that people have been trying to throw money at us in an attempt to get us to sell... The last offer we had we $28.5 million; I think we can get more. Yes... Yes... Yes... We'll talk later. We love you to. Give our love to Alyssa and the kids."

Rachel hung up the phone and looked at it for a minute. "Well, that's done. I'm sure I'll have some family members upset with me about the house, but they'll get over it." Rachel sounded sad and relieved at the same time. "Now, about today. What should we do first?"

I looked at the plate of food still in front of me. "I don't know about the two of you, but I'm going to eat this food. After that, I'm going to shower and get dressed. Neither of you has led me astray yet, so I'm going to put my trust in you and let you plan the day, since you already seem to know what we're going to do."

Rachel and Shane agreed. They joined me in eating their own breakfasts while Rachel looked for the availability of a couple of specialty stores, and Shane made a spa reservation for all three of us. We were all booked for spa treatments beginning at 9:30. After booking the spa appointments, Shane started looking for a waxing salon that made house calls, or at least a salon that also specialized in 'intimate areas' as he called them.

As we were finishing up, Rachel looked at me and asked, "Have you ever been to a drag show?"

"I've been to drag races, but I prefer Formula 1," I joked.

"I'm being serious, asshole," Rachel replied, trying not to laugh.

"Okay, okay. The closest I have been to a drag show is seeing about 45 seconds of RuPaul's Drag Race while I was flipping through the channels one day," I answered.

"Well, Shane found a nightclub that has a drag show on Thursday nights. After the show, the bar and dance floor open. We thought it might be a fun last night in San Diego before we return to Dallas on Friday to get things ready for the move back, and we thought maybe you would be willing to go out as Jaina," she said. "We know it's a big step, and we totally understand if you say 'no', but we're just throwing it out there."

Shane went on to explain that Shayla would be going and there was no need to be embarrassed because a lot of others would be there, either crossdressed or in full drag. He also said that while some of the people attending the drag show might be straight, the people sticking around for the nightclub scene after the show were almost guaranteed to be members of the LGBTQ+ community. In other words, there would likely be other crossdressers there just like me and just out to have a good time. In fact, it was entirely possible that many of the other crossdressers weren't as passable as I was when I became Jaina.

"Sure," I said. "Why not? I mean, you only live once."

"You don't need to decide right.... Wait. Did you just say 'sure'? Babe, I think he just said 'sure'. As in 'yes', he'll go," Shane said, more than a little surprised.

"Why shouldn't I? With the magic of Rachel's makeup skills, I fooled even myself when I saw myself in the mirror," I said, remembering the makeover Rachel gave Jaina that first night.

"Okay, then our day is decided. Massages first, followed by a little shopping, then waxing, followed by a lengthy course in makeup. I'll need to get a ton of makeup wipes, because you are in for a bootcamp of sorts. By the time I'm done with you, you will be able to do your own makeup flawlessly in 30 minutes or less, from start to finish," Rachel said with a smile.

"The wig will take a little longer, but I'll also teach you how to glue a wig for extended wear," Shane said. "There are advantages to be gained from gluing a wig. Aside from the fact it will look like your real hair and will be more secure, with the right wig and the right glue you can be a little more active and you can try different hairstyles."

We finished our food in relative silence. After we cleaned up the breakfast dishes, we all headed upstairs to shower and get ready, Shane and Rachel to their room, and me to mine. As we reached our doors, Rachel stopped me. "Don't bother shaving your body. You might need to shave later, because you need a little length for the wax to grab on to. Your stubble might be too short as it is, but we'll try waxing anyway. And wait until after our shopping trip before you shave your face. You'll want a nice, fresh shave before we start in on the makeup." I nodded my understanding and headed into my room to get ready.

As I was headed into the bathroom, my phone dinged with a text message alert. Grabbing my phone, I saw the text was from Traci.

"Good morning, Goofus. Had a great time last night. Hoping you have time to stop into the office so I can see your dreamy face. Missing you," the text read. Smiling to myself, I replied.

"Good morning yourself, Gorgeous. Missing you, too. I'll try to get into the office, but if I don't, know that I'm thinking of you." I hit send, then, remembering I had asked her on a date for Friday evening, quickly sent another text. "Hope you're ready for Friday night. I have something special planned for our first official date." I hit send again, having no idea what I was going to plan for our first date, or how to make it special. A few seconds later, Traci replied. "Looking forward to it," came her reply. She had added the heart eye emoji. Still smiling, I set my phone back on the nightstand.

As I walked into the bathroom, I saw my stuff, then Jaina's on the vanity. The smile on my face from thoughts of Traci quickly turned to a look of concern. I had no idea of how to tell Traci about Jaina, or if I even wanted to. I was torn. I wanted to give a possible relationship with her a real shot, but I didn't know if I was willing to give up becoming Jaina to do so. With Jaina, and even as myself, I had discovered a new sexual freedom I hadn't known existed. While I doubted I would ever see masculine men as attractive, I knew at a minimum I would still see Shayla as attractive, and I enjoyed our encounters. For that matter, I also enjoyed Rachel. I had always been monogamous with Amber, my soon to be ex-wife, but with Rachel making the decision to accept her promotion and the two of them moving to San Diego, I would be seeing them more. Did I want our encounters to stop? I sighed to myself, deciding to talk to them about it later.

I showered, got dressed, and headed back downstairs. Knowing we would be heading down to the spa in a little while I had opted for a t-shirt, cargo shorts, and a pair of flip-flops. No sense in putting on shoes and socks if I was just going to be disrobing for the massage. I headed downstairs and was soon joined by Shane and Rachel, with Shane dressed similarly to me while Rachel wore leggings, a sports bra, and a pair of tennis shoes.

Rachel spent much of the next couple of hours on phone calls to work, phone calls to Johnathan, and phone calls to family. Work was thrilled to hear she would be accepting the promotion, Johnathan was working on getting their property in Dallas listed, and he was preparing to put in an offer on the Rancho Santa Fe property. As Rachel had suspected, there were family members who were less than thrilled at her decision to sell the property, but they all understood. They were less thrilled about the move to San Diego, but when she sent them a link to the property she wanted to buy, they became excited for her and Shane and they immediately started making plans to visit.

While Rachel was busy with phone calls, Shane and I did a little bit of research on some of the items I might need for Jaina if I was going to go out in public. "Face it, while you're in good shape, it's a man's shape," Shane said as we browsed a website for a local shop that specialized in items for crossdressers and drag queens. "You'll need some shapewear, something to add dimension to your hips and ass. While you have a great ass, it isn't a woman's ass. You don't need much because we aren't going for the over-the-top drag queen look. Just enough to make people stop, look, and decide you are a woman based on natural looking curves." He jotted down some notes in his phone about multiple items and continued to the next site, a local beauty supply store that specialized in hair and nail products.

"While we could go out and get our nails done, glue-on or press-on acrylics are probably a better choice. Glue-on are more secure but can be a pain to remove. Press-on are quick to put on and quick to remove, but you must be very careful. Bumping into someone or even picking up a glass the wrong way can make one pop-off. In either case, we need quality products," Shane said as he made more notes in his phone.

After Shane was finished putting together a list of what we still needed to get for Jaina to make her first outing, we headed up to my room to plan the outfit for the night. "I'm not quite sure why we need to plan out Jaina's outfit for tomorrow night today," I said, wondering aloud.

"Because the outfit you decide on for Jaina may have an impact on some of the shapewear Rachel is going to get for her," Shane said, sounding a little annoyed, almost as if I should already know this. "Short skirts and dresses call for different sizes of padding than long skirts and dresses. A pair of pantyhose will help smooth things out, but if you decide to go with a pair of sexy heeled sandals, then you'll probably want to avoid pantyhose, which will also affect what she buys. So, we need to pick your outfit."

I went to Jaina's side of the closet. For the first time since our shopping trip, I was overwhelmed by the number of outfits Rachel had purchased for her two days prior. "Now I understand why women have such a difficult time choosing an outfit," I laughed. "I only have enough outfits for a week, maybe a week and a half, and some of those are not what I would consider appropriate for a club night, so that narrows it down a little."

Among the things I thought were appropriate were a couple of skirts and blouses, and three cocktail dresses. One of the skirts was a mini skirt that I thought was too short for my first time out as Jaina. The other skirt was a really cute pencil skirt, and I knew exactly what top would go best with it, but it was a retro look and I wanted something modern. The dresses were all form-fitting and of slightly different styles. There was a royal blue halter dress, a red off the shoulder dress, and a black long-sleeve midi dress with a mock turtleneck that came down just past my knees. I opted for the black dress, as this seemed like it would be a "little black dress" night. "Excellent choice," said Shane as I took the dress out and laid it on the bed.

Next came shoes. It was easier to pick the shoes than it was the dress. I almost reached for the black Christian Louboutin pumps, but at the last second, I went with a pair of strappy, closed toe Valentino Garavani 4-inch sling-back pumps in black.

"Another excellent choice," Shane said as I took the shoes and set them next to the dress. "If I didn't know better, I would think you were full on gay. You know how to pair dresses with shoes better than most women I know. I think Rachel brought a small purse that will go perfectly with that outfit. If not, we can add it to the shopping list."

I laughed at Shane's comment on me being full on gay. He knew damn well that bisexual was the closest I would come to being gay. "Is it still considered gay or bisexual if the cock you're sucking belongs to a woman?"

He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, then said, "Maybe not. I have known plenty of men who were like you, attracted to femininity, and considered themselves straight. And I have known transgendered women who viewed their boyfriends as straight, even though they hadn't had gender reassignment surgery. But if you are attracted to them because they have a cock, then I would say it makes you bisexual at the very least. But that's just my opinion. You will find there those who agree with me, and there are those who disagree with me. What matters is how you feel about yourself, though.

"Now, because you have amazing legs, those shoes would look equally sexy on you with or without stockings. Like I said, though, a pair of control top pantyhose will help smooth things out where the shapewear is concerned, but I'll leave it up to you."

"Pantyhose, definitely," I answered without hesitation. "Aside from the advantages you gave, I love the silky feeling of my legs rubbing against each other when I'm wearing stockings." Rachel had purchased several pairs of pantyhose, stockings, and thigh highs, so I had plenty of options. "Black or nude," I asked. "Go with nude," Shane answered. "They will show off those legs a little better in the darker environment of the nightclub."

With a dress, shoes, and pantyhose chosen, all that was left were panties and a bra. I opened the lingerie drawer and pulled out a pair of satin thong panties and a matching bra. "Umm...," Shane began. "Rachel might have another idea where the panties are concerned." I gave Shane a questioning look. "You're going out in public. As Jaina. A woman. You don't want to give yourself away if something happens to pop up," he finished, glancing down at my crotch. I suddenly understood. I was going to have to tuck.

"I don't know how to tuck," I said, suddenly panicking. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea."

"Oh, you'll be fine. Don't worry about it. But there are other options. We can get you a pair of gaff panties, which will be easier to remove if you have to pee. Otherwise, we might have to tape certain things in place, and that can be uncomfortable if you aren't used to it. Plus, you'll have to retape yourself if in the event you do have to pee. I can show you all three options later and you can decide which you think will be best." As I stood there listening to Shane, I began to laugh at the absurdity of a man telling a man how to dress like a woman, all the while doing so in a serious manner, as if a woman was teaching a little girl how to act like a lady.

"One last thing before we head downstairs. You might want to consider a full wax, including your intimate areas, if you think there is any chance you will want to use the taping method to tuck. I use a strong sports tape that holds my junk in place, and if you have any hair in the area the tape sticks to when you apply it, you won't have any when you remove it. It will pull out the hair, and it isn't as gentle as waxing. Just food for thought," Shane finished.

We headed back downstairs, and Rachel was just finishing up on another call with Johnathan. "The house will officially hit the market tomorrow morning. Johnathan seems to think there may be a bidding war which will drive the price up. He also seems to think we can come in with an offer lower than I had originally planned on the place in Rancho Santa Fe. He discovered the house has been on the market for well over 4 years, except for a two-week period where the owner had taken it off the market. We'll see. Now, are my two favorite men ready to be treated like kings at the spa," she asked, turning the subject back to the day's plans.