The Mimic: First Step

Oh dear, I deleted this on accident. Reposting so that the next post will make a bit of sense.

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Best Friend Forever

Inspired by Trevor’s A Walk in the Park and other bodysuit comics.

Transcript:

Tim and I grew up together and in the process, do everything together; sports, hobbies, studies, parties, outings and even holidays, name any social activity and chances are we did it. Knowing him for 19 years, one could even say that I know him better than anybody else. When we go to different college, our friendship wasn’t even compromised, we would still call and talk and occasionally even meet despite our busy schedule.

So when he announced that he is going to ask a girl out, I wasn’t feeling surprised albeit, a bit jealous; Tim had always been chasing skirt and I was his wingman but because of his introverted personality, he never really got any girl. Unsurprisingly, he came to me dejected that the girl rejected him. I winced and yet at the same time, felt relieved; there was no time. It’s time to put the plans in action.

I must admit, I lied at the beginning. We did most of the things together but even my best friend Tim didn’t know that I’m a closet crossdresser. Going to college, I studied theatre and dramatics as an elective to my arts major and that’s when inspiration strikes: if Tim couldn’t find the perfect woman, why can’t I be the perfect woman for him?

And now here I am, Evvie Haleigh, college student from another state visiting relatives for the weekend. Inspecting my auburn wig (he’s a sucker for redhead), blue cardigan, short pink skirt, flesh-toned tights and the 3-inches pump (He’s a leg man), I ready myself for my “first” encounter with Tim.

“Well, my shy Timmy, here I come,” I giggled in my honeyed voice.

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The Trouper

Hi guys, apologies for the irregular updates! I wish I could blame it all on my university but I am partly to blame due to my procrastination. So here's a few caps that I've created. I hope you enjoy them.

 

Transcript:

To some, ten years is a long time; to others, it may well be the opposite. To me? It’s long enough to master a set of skills.

“Diana, can you look this way? Yes, smile for the camera. Yes, this is good,”

It’s long enough to learn the many different mannerisms of the fairer sex; how they talk, how they walk, how they present themselves, how to pull off those subtle body languages. After this long, one could even learn how they fuck.

“Now Diana, we need you to strip the cardigan off. Give me a sultry look. Great, very lovely, your subscribers are going to love this!”

It’s long enough to master the art of masking; crafting the mask using different materials and methods, adding those little imperfections to fool those who are sharp and most importantly understanding the different definitions of beauty and how to compromise at all.

“Alright Diana, you know what to do. Let’s show off some of those beautiful skin,”

It’s long enough to maintain a suitable figure; enforcing a strict exercise regime that tones and develops the hip, butt and leg and following a relatively strict diet that maintains calories and fats intake.

“Beautiful darling, absolutely dazzling. Lie on the bed. Lovely.”

It’s long enough to craft the perfect body; customising paddings for the pelvis and wearing a corset to emphasise the girly figure, studying different body types and crafting the different bodysuits for them - skin tones, blemishes, customisable breast size, permeability, etc.

“That’s all for the shoot, Diana. It’s a real pleasure working with you again. Dear, you have to share with me your beauty tips. You look stunning everytime I see you.

And it’s long enough to practice and combine all of these together to create the perfect illusion of femininity.

“Well, Chrs. It’s a secret” I winked.

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The Mimic: Third Step

For the uninitiated, please refer to previous post.

Transcript:

Summer is here and Darren is bored. After his stint with Diana, he busied himself with his studies so as not to rouse any suspicion from his parents that he’s getting distracted. And now that the finals are over, Darren started to fantasise the next few rounds of impersonation he had planned; perhaps Miss Riley, the office lady down the street or Fu Mei, his quiet Chinese classmate from Chemistry.

However, a dilemma soon dawns on him; he needs money for the summer. If he works, he would have lesser time to hone his craft of impersonation, furthermore, he hates working part-time. Yet, if he doesn’t, he wouldn’t have money to fund his craft or his other activities for that matter.

While Darren mulled over the problem, he remembered that the Lorrin family, down in the suburbs where well-to-do family lives, is in need of a tutor for their only son, Adrian who is one year younger than him. Darren happens to be very good at his studies so this job seems suitable. However, that was not his intention. The Lorrin family has three ladies, the mother, Mrs Lorrin, the eldest daughter who is in college, Nikki and the youngest daughter, Melanie who is one year older than him. Prestige, class and wealth, Darren wonders how these ladies are and got excited when he thought of the various opportunities to learn from them.

Going as himself is acceptable but Darren mused  why not go as a female as well? He can hone his craft while earning his keep, brilliant! And he has the perfect disguise for this situation as well.

“Ah, Aunt Kimber, it’s nice to see you again,” Darren smiles as he looks into the mirror.

“Well, I can’t ignore the request of my favourite nephew now, can I?” the reflection replies in a husky voice. “Aunt Kimber” posed in front of the mirror and inspect her clothes, pin-strip suit hugged tightly to her round body, black tights that enveloped her shapely legs and a spectacle to complete the facade. She has a conservative look but yet exude a sense of allure to observers.

God, I look sexy. Darren thought. Since, I have a bit of time left, might as well have a bit of fun being Aunt Kimber, Aunt Kimber smacked her lips as her hands slipped into her skirt.

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Trouper: The Work Continues

This one took quite some time; it's something I've always wanted to try. The attempt to feel what it feels like, undergoing the transformation. I must apologise if it's too boring.

Transcript:

Today’s a sunday but my work never ends.

I put on my padded girdle, carefully sliding it up my freshly shaved legs, stretching it and squirming my body to get the tight garment up to its position. Next, the flesh-toned training corset. Putting it over me and adjusting it to my abdomen, I took a deep breath and laced it, pulling and tightening its string; constricting my figure that is every bit like a woman. Next, I try on the C-cup breast form. Using a silicone adhesive, I carefully applied it to the fake assets and slowly attach it to my chest, making sure that they are at the correct position.

Now, comes the bodysuit I crafted specially for this; picking up a garment that looks like a deflated headless body, I bunch it up and fold it like hosiery and slip into it, legs first from the top and proceed to wear it. Tight but elastic, I carefully fold and stretch it from my legs and over my newly attached breast forms while, fitting them into the breast pouch that I have created. Fitting them in, the arms are next, turning them into lithe feminine arms. In the mirror I see, stands a freak of nature with a head of a bald man and the supple body of a women; her skin fair, her nails manicured, her breast ample and her crotch flat, leaving no trace of masculinity that was before.

But soon this freak of nature will soon disappear as I approach the make-up table. On it are the tools of a magician, a wig stand, make-up kits, contacts and most importantly, the human mask worn over a head cast. Next, I open one of the many contact boxes on the table, take out a pair of olive green contacts and wear, one more aspect of me gone. I pick up the mask and wear it, covering what the bodysuit couldn’t cover, the neck and the collar area. Smoothing it and aligning the mask to my face, the man disappears and a bald woman stands in his place; her face brimming with the youth of a young adult, her eyes sharp and her lips full. I smile, being glad that the fourteen hours of effort had not been wasted, and in return, the woman smiles as well.

Lastly, comes the blonde wig. Wearing it over my head, I press the scalp line against my forehead and pull it down, fastening the wig. There, the transformation is complete. The Trouper is no more and in his place, Lyla White, age 22, graduate of an art college and amatuer actor,  is born.

Now, a lady isn’t expected to prance in her home naked so I walk over to my wardrobe, taking care to put into practice the walk I have developed for my character; a slight sway of the hip and a certain ‘bounce’ and haste in her gait; characteristic of a cheerful and spirited girl who just graduated into working society. Wearing a blue sweater dress, a pink thong (she’s a kinky one, after all) and matching socks, I started the video camera and prepared myself in front of it.

“Hi, I’m Lyla White, an amatuer actor and I hope...”

And another successful character created for the sake of theatrics and drama. The work never ends and most importantly, it never gets stale.

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The Mimic and the Actor

Apologies if it's a bit too long for you to read; this time involves two men at different locations doing the same thing.

The Actor: Win-win Situation

The Mimic: Second Step

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