"You look like some kind of freak," Idarasthi states while staring at Sam's 'naked' body. Holding his hand out now, and no longer trying to cover himself, he replies, "Now look, Idi, I'm on a budget here, and these were the cheapest body enhancing products I could get off eBay." He looks down at himself and tries not to laugh. His chest and waist are almost white, as if the chest enhancer and waist slimmer were made for someone much, much paler than him. To make it odder, the 'shorts' he is wearing pad his hips and butt to make them more noticeable, while tucking his manhood in tightly, are a color much darker than his normal skin. He really does look like some sort of striped freak from another planet.
"Besides, if I'm gonna pull this off, I gotta look the part, but only while wearing clothes, okay?" Sam tries to not sound too upset, but he will admit, he is a little on edge right now. He agreed to all this, and his first demo is tomorrow, so he asked Idi to come over and help him. She smirks while raising both hands, "Just saying, bro, you look like some deranged frankenstein-alien."
Sam does not reply and slips on the white panties and bra that he bought off Amazon. They fit fine, and while he would not admit, he feels better covering himself, even though he was already covered by the body shape enhancers. The dress is black and somewhat tight. He wanted it loose, but Idi reasoned that he should make sure they see his curves and shape. 'It will sell your sex,' she added. He then went off about not wanting to sell anything like that ever. It took her an hour to stop laughing at him.
Because he wanted to avoid irritation of wearing the pieces of the body suit for hours on end, he had shaven as much of his body hair as he could below his neck. The bad news: he spent half a day in the shower working himself over, and the good news: he does not have to wear panty hose to hide his legs. "Okay," Idi says, "Stick the finger nails on at least an hour before you need to be ready and add the light make-up I showed you afterwards, but definitely put the wig on first...you don't want to lose a nail or smudge your make-up."
Sam nods absently, finally getting his boots on. He elected for the below-the-knee, low-heel, black boot to hide his ankles, which his mom said are 'too manly' to fool anyone. How does one have manly ankles? He has no idea. With everything zipped up and covered up, he checks himself out in the mirror. Woah, I can't believe how feminine I actually look. He vaguely feels a hand on his butt and then on his chest, "You are one hot chick," Idi exclaims, snuggling in for a feel. Sam shakes himself and says, "Stop...please. Ugh, not a woman...not a woman," with raised hands. Idi steps back with her hands raised again and a big smile on her face, "Whatever you say...Samantha."
"...and that shows you the craftsmanship of our process. Any questions?" Samantha asks in "her" best female voice (which is not much louder than a whisper) as 'she' stands in Sam's bedroom that is now made over into a demonstration room. Sam's sheets are now made of an easy to clean-and-change material. The walls have been redecorated to give it more of a "ladies touch". Sam has no personal items showing, as this is supposed to be an experiment area. The dresser at just the right height, the armchair that is wide enough for two, the bed with satin and shiny pillow cases, and windows that have a fake scenery of a starry sky in a high-rise of a large city.
The man mumbles his affirmative as he begins to lay down on the bed with Cindy. Samantha turns 'her' head and says, "The alarm will go off in 30 minutes," as 'she' loudly closes the door. Standing outside what used to be his bedroom door, he mumbles, "Don't even know why I dressed up like a woman. He never even looked at me." Sam then curses himself, I can't believe I'm already jealous that a guy isn't noticing me when I'm dressed up like a woman. Shaking his head, he returns to the Zoom room to clean up a bit more.
His schedule that had been busy before, had now become incredibly busy. He's up before the Sun to shower and shave, holding 3-4 Zoom calls in the morning, eating a quick lunch afterwards (thank you, Mom, for bringing over more sandwiches and salads), changing clothes (and genders), hosting 3-4 demonstrations each afternoon, eating a quick dinner/snack, cleaning up both rooms, falling into bed before 9pm, and then doing it all over again the next day. If I had little to no social life before this week, I have absolutely none now. Straightening his dress, he mumbles, "Probably gonna sleep all day on Saturday." Trying to maximize his time, he goes to tidy up the Zoom room while he waits for the timer to go off. Besides, he reminds himself, I definitely do not want to open the door as soon as the alarm sounds. I still can't get that picture out of my mind from earlier in the week.
Her cellphone rings and vibrates in one of the cupholders. The Sun is still coming up this Monday morning, and Zerah walks briskly on her treadmill like she always does on the weekdays. She swings her arms and stands up straight as the meters just roll on past her. She takes a quick sip of water from her water bottle in the other cupholder and hits the speakerphone button while setting her water bottle back down. "Morning, sweetie!" she says cheerily, if not a little bit winded.
"Mom! Please tell me you still have those cowboy boots from that square dance you made me go to at the community center last year." She can tell by his voice and speed of the words that he is stressed. I had hoped he could find some relief from all the stresses of his new job once he got settled into it, she sighs internally, but that is definitely not the case.
"First of all, good morning to you!" Her tone was probably sharper than she meant it to be, "And second, they are cowgirl boots, so obviously I still have them. And third, I only encouraged you to go out and meet some new people." The way she said "encourage" said she wanted to add that she did not "make him" go.
Oblivious to her tone, he replies back, "Could you bring those over before 10 today? I really need them."
"Well, I still have a couple miles on the tread, then I'll have to get ready, but I could drop them off on my way to see a client for an early lunch." She keeps her tone and pace even as she speaks to him, hoping it will help him calm down.
"Wait...no, you gotta bring them now. I need them for a Zoom meeting."
"I know why you need them," she says in her even tone, "But you said before 10, so I have time. See you soon, sweetie." She cuts the call with one hand, as she adds more pace to the treadmill with the other hand. Her chest starts to rise and fall more quickly, her sports bra working over time now, while her hips sway even faster with her tight exercise pants holding everything in snugly. I will finish my distance and be there before he expects me, she thinks with a grin, because that is how I do things.
Sam opens his front door at 9:23 to his mom holding her purse in one hand and a paper sack in the other. Her outfit, even though he is behind schedule, makes him pause briefly. She has on black, polished riding boots, tan (too tight in his opinion) riding pants, fitted white button down shirt, and a black fitted sports coat. As if she heard his thoughts, she says as she clomps past him, "I'm meeting Mrs Teigenbaum for lunch at the Equestrian Club, so I cannot stay long." He nods his head in an understanding way, as he meets his clients through Zoom, she meets hers for lunch or brunch or breakfast or maybe dinner throughout the week.
"I can see that, but why..." he starts to say, as she cuts him off, "I have to look the part of the environment, sweetie. That is how business is done." He rightly says to himself and not out loud, 'well, that is how you do business, anyway.' He gestures to the 'harem room'. "Put them on Cindy's feet, please. My next one starts in a couple of minutes, but it will be a short one. Thanks for the help!" She gives him a brief hug as she walks to the back room, adjusting her hair as it is not slicked down as much today, but bounces with each of her steps today. "That is what I'm here for...I'll let myself out when I'm done."
Sam steps back into the Zoom room to get his head on straight. He recalls his latest pitch to this agency, and how they wanted to see other costumes and poses this time. He adjusts Linda's maid costume, which is not much more than a black bikini with white highlights. Rachel has a rather cheesy spacesuit on and holding a ray gun. His mom had found both on sale at a thrift store, and then added some embellishments to make it actually look pretty good. He adjusts Rachel's stand to make sure she does not fall over during his meeting. He then bends Linda over a bit more with the feather duster in her hand, so that it looks like she is dusting Rachel's shoulder, as if she is a statue, instead of a space ranger.
He hears the front door close, just as his Zoom call starts. Perfect, he thinks, home alone like it is supposed to be. "Morning, lady and gentlemen! My name is Sam Seels, and..."
Can't believe I left it at his place, Idi screams at herself. She had been over at Sam's place on Friday, helping him with some outfit options for himself. She had come straight from work, so she left her ID card in the back room by mistake. "Hard to get into work," she grumbles under her breath as she approaches his door, "When you can't get in the building." She knocks softly on the metal door, just in case he is in a meeting. She does not hear anything, so she tries the door knob. "Yes," she whispers in triumph, as it turns and she walks in his townhome. I'll be in and out before he knows it, she tells herself.
"...I represent Luvdll, Inc. I hope you like what you see..." She can hear Sam going through his usual speech as she walks quietly down the hallway. "I probably left it in his bedroom," she says softly. As she nears his door, she notices the door to the back room is open, as she sees something that catches her eye.
She steps in the crowded room, side stepping the doll dressed in full riding gear. If she had one of those riding helmets on, she would look absolutely real. Sitting on the table is a cowgirl wearing short denim shorts and short-sleeved, checkered top that is tied together showing off her midriff. The cowgirl boots look really nice, but don't seem to match the hat as closely as she would expect. Shaking her head and continuing on, but that is not what caught my eye. "What is this?" she says softly.
Laying on the table is a "lady" wearing a super tight suit. The suit is a deep, rich brown. Instead of boots on her feet, there are hooves? As Idi runs her hand down the leg of the prone "lady", her fingers streaking the material slightly. She then sees hooves on her hands as well. "Woah," she exclaims, "You are a horse!" She then recognizes the mask as being a horse's snout, with ears straight up over her head. She can see the eyes of the doll, but every other part of her is properly covered in tight, shiny latex. Idi instinctively wipes her mouth, don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful before. As she starts to move both hands up and down the "horse", she hears some noises coming from the front of the townhome.
Shaking herself back to reality, she steps back into the hallway, to which Sam steps around the corner and yelps. "Idi! What are you doing here?" She holds up her hands, "Sorry to startle you, but I left my ID card over here on Friday, and your front door was unlocked, so I came in." Sam then asks, "So you are here alone, right?" She thinks it odd that he asks that, but then she responds, "Uh, yeah, just walked in a few minutes ago." She can tell he visibly relaxes and then adds, "Great...whew, great. Sure, sure, look around, but I have not seen it." He says that last part over his shoulder as he heads to the only bathroom through his bedroom.
Idi shrugs her shoulders and steps back into the back room. As she walks past, she runs her hand along the thigh of the horse rider's tight pants. She then does the same as she walks past the "horse". "Where was I standing on Friday?" As she ponders that, she hears Sam yell out from the bathroom, "Hey, while you are here, could you wheel the horse and her rider into the Zoom room. I gotta change outfits." Looking a bit more for her missing item, she decides it can wait a few more minutes, "Okay!" She knows he really helped her out of a bad situation at work, so she is willing to help him do his job to the best.
Seeing that the horse rider is already standing on the hand truck, she takes her first. Holding her chest, she tilts her back and starts walking into the hallway. She is so busy trying not to hit the walls, she does not notice that the "doll" is blinking every so often. The doll's thick jacket mostly hides her breathing, so Idi continues on not realizing who is actually on her hand truck. Swinging her around backwards, Idi, backs into the Zoom room, the curtain swiping over both of them. Tilting the hand truck forward, she slides the "doll" onto the floor, leaving it standing in the middle of the room. She waits a second to make sure it will stand, before she leaves the room. "Woah, it is getting crowded in here," she remarks, as the space ranger and maid have been scooted to one side, their poses making no sense to Idi.
Back in the 'harem room', she slides and loads the "horse" with as much touching as she can. Once on the hand truck, she starts out into the hallway. Sam joins right behind her, "Sorry and thanks...I spilled my snack on my shirt right after my meeting, so I needed to swap it out. Find your ID card?"
Idi shakes her head as she rounds the living room corner, "Nope, I'll try again here once I help you out." Sam nods his head and starts to hold back the curtain when his phone goes off. "Dang, sorry...hello? Yes, this is he..." Sam steps back and into his office as he talks to someone on the other line. Idi swings the horse around and backs into the Zoom room. As expected, the horse rider is still standing where she put her. Not sure why she should think otherwise, but it made her feel better knowing it had not moved.
The horse lady would not stand up, so she lays her down on the couch. She has seen him use the stands before, so maybe she can set it up for him. Sliding the heavy metal square along the carpet, she moves it in front of the couch. Grabbing the horse lady, she stands it up and spreads its legs slightly. Using the clamps, she fastens the horse lady to the stand. Bending her knees and back, she gets the horse lady in a slight squat, leaning forward position.
She then slides the other stand up to the horse rider. Tilting her forward slightly, she gets the metal plate under the horse rider's boots. Grabbing the ankles, she slides her back to the clamps. Like before, she clamps one of the ankles to the stand, so now the horse rider looks like she might be walking, with one foot in front of the other. Still crawling on the floor, she pushes against the boots of the horse rider, sliding her and the stand into place behind the horse lady.
Leaning her over slightly, she extends the horse rider's right hand, as if she is spanking the horse on the butt. Giggling to herself, she thinks it looks perfect. She turns the horse's head a little to the camera, and then turns the "horse spankers" head away to make it look more natural. To add a finishing touch, she hooks a black leash she sees in a box off-camera to the horse's mouth. She then loops the leash around the free hand of the "horse spanker". Pulling out her phone, she starts to take a pic, but then realizes something. "Idiot," she mumbles out loud, "I couldn't show anyone that picture unless I wanted to be fired. I'll just have to settle for a mental one."
Zerah holds her pose, trying to keep from breathing too much or turning red faced from having her hand on another woman's butt. Obviously, she tells herself, she is not real, but all the same, I should not be touching her. She can risk moving her head now, and sees the camera is off. If she turns her head back to where Idi had it, her eyes should be off-screen. The question is: how long is Sammie's Zoom meeting? I cannot miss my luncheon with Mrs Teigenbaum. The curtain starts to rustle, so she turns her head where it was.
"Thanks again, Idi," Sam says with his hand on the curtain, "And I'm glad I found your ID card. Not sure how it got in my office space." Idi shrugs, "Who knows? We were all over the place trying to get your wardrobe fixed for the week." He groans at that and replies, "Yeah, don't remind me. Well, I gotta go, thanks!" She waves goodbye and walks out the door. The closing of the door masks the gasp made by Sam.
"Mom! What are you doing to Sexretariat?!" Sam's face had gone completely white after stepping into the Zoom room. He never in a million years thought he would see what he is seeing. "Don't blame me," she replies straightening up and putting her hands on her hips, "It was that Idi girl. She did this to me." Sam replies, "I thought you were gone...oh, we gotta hurry. You get off-camera while I grab Cindy." His mom interjects, "I'm not going anywhere...look!" With her pointing to the ground, he realizes what Idi had done. "Okay, okay...I can undo that easily enough."
At that moment, his computer starts to chime. "Let me guess, meeting time." Sam sighs heavily. "And let me further guess, hold my pose until the end." Sam sighs even heavier, if possible, and nods his head. "Sorry, mom." She frowns and bends over slightly, tentatively reaching out her right hand to touch Sexretariat's butt cheek, as she turns her head away from the camera.
"Hello, Stan and Joel! I'll bet you will love what I have for you today." Sam tries to play this off as quickly as he can, and to his surprise, the agents love the set-up. "Sam, you perv, I didn't know you had this in you. My client was already interested, but this will 'seel the deal'...hahaha." Sam chuckles nervously, as Joel seems a little too excited. Stan jumps onboard with, "Ooo, I gotta hear this backstory. Who's the one being sluttier here, huh?" Sam cringes, knowing his mom heard that, and now he needs to tell a story to make this work.
"Funny story," Sam chuckles again, "this is Sexretariat. She has just finished her big race at Hold Me Downs. She was favored to win, but threw her jockey, the dominating Salsarita. No horse has ever thrown Salsarita before, nor has she ever lost a race. This moment in time," he says while holding out both hands as if to take a picture, "Is a rare glimpse into the private world of General Stables, the daytime soap opera." Sam has stepped in behind the pair, holding up his hands like 'ta-da'. Stan and Joel sit there for a second, then they both start clapping. "Epic, as usual, Sam the man!"
Sam breathes a sigh of relief as he steps back around to answer some questions. Fortunately, they wanted to know of Sexretariat, so he is able to scoot Salsarita off-screen to discuss the horse lady's outfit. This was another brief meeting, so it is over in 10 minutes, with both Sam and his mom breathing a sigh of relief. "Whew, that was amazing, mom. You were amazing!"
Zerah does not blush, but she says matter-of-factly, "Yes, well, that is how I do things: with excellence. I really have to run though. Unshackle me, and I'll see you tonight, unless you don't need my sewing help."
Sam bends down to unlock her feet. "I'm not gonna need the Wonder Woman costume tomorrow after all, so take the night off, especially after all this." With both feet free, she moves to leave, but not without a hug and a comment, "I certainly hope my mother's day present is something big and expensive." He chuckles as he pulls away, not sure if she is kidding or not, he says, "There is no gift big enough for all you have done for me lately." As you might expect, that was the right answer. She smiles broadly, grabs her purse and leaves for her appointment, adjusting her hair and make-up as she goes.