Fredi was never much for costume parties, but when his girlfriend Lena, with her infectious enthusiasm, persuaded him to throw a role-reversal party for Carnival Day, he couldn’t resist. “Fredi, this is going to be legendary! You go as a woman, I’ll go as a man—we’re completely swapping!” she said, her eyes twinkling. Lena, who had extensive styling experience as an amateur makeup artist and with contacts in the local drag scene, planned to transform Fredi into a convincing and striking “Fiona.” Her goal: Fredi shouldn’t just look like a woman, but one who would turn heads—with unmistakably large breasts and an invitingly shaped hips.
The Preparation: Fredi’s Transformation into Fiona
Preparations began on the morning of Carnival in the apartment of Lena’s friend Clara, a professional drag performer who lent her small studio. The space was a paradise for disguises: mirrors with LED lighting, shelves full of wigs, makeup cases, and body contouring pads. Clara and Lena had planned everything to give Fredi a dramatic yet believable feminine silhouette. “We’ll turn you into a show queen without it looking cheap,” Clara explained, eyeing Fredi critically. Fredi, nervous but curious, nodded. “The main thing is that I don’t recognize myself.”
Body care and shaving
First came personal hygiene. Lena and Clara insisted on a complete shave—legs, underarms, arms, and even the pubic area. “If you’re going to show off curves, everything has to be smooth,” said Lena, handing him a can of shaving cream and a wet razor. Fredi spent almost two hours in the bath, cursing small cuts on his knees and complaining about the coldness of the foam. Afterwards, they rubbed him with a moisturizing lotion scented with almond and vanilla to make his skin soft and shiny. “This feels like a spa, only without the relaxation,” murmured Fredi.
Body shaping: breasts, pelvis and silhouette
To give Fredi the desired silhouette – unmistakably large breasts and an invitingly shaped pelvis – Clara had organized a professional drag costume set. First came a skin-colored, tight-fitting shaping bodysuit that shaped the waist like a corset and slightly compressed Fredi’s natural body shape. The bodysuit had integrated padding for the hips and buttocks, simulating a wide, curvy pelvis. “It’s like getting into a tank,” groaned Fredi as Lena and Clara helped him put the bodysuit on. The fabric was so tight that it pressed Fredi’s penis flat against his body, making it visually invisible. To reinforce the impression of a feminine silhouette, Clara glued a special silicone prosthesis over the intimate area – a flat, skin-colored padding that looked like a smooth, feminine contour when worn under clothing. “It’s just for show, Fredi, don’t worry,” Clara explained as Fredi eyed the prosthesis skeptically. “It stays where it is and makes you look like a woman down there.”
Clara had a surprise for her breasts: high-quality silicone breast prostheses in a D-cup size, which were noticeably large but amazingly realistic. The prostheses were attached directly to Fredi’s chest with skin-friendly adhesive, allowing them to move naturally. “They weigh a ton!” complained Fredi as he looked at himself in the mirror. Lena grinned. “Welcome to the world of women!” Over the prostheses was a black lace bra with extra padding, which emphasized the breasts even more, giving them a round, voluptuous shape. Matching black lace panties completed the underwear, with the silicone prosthesis ensuring that no male contours were visible.
Clothing
The centerpiece was an emerald green, tight-fitting dress that Lena had found in an online shop for glamorous party outfits. It was made of stretchy satin, had a deep V-neck that spectacularly showcased her silicone breasts, and clung to her artificial hips and molded pelvis. The hem ended just above the knees to accentuate Fredi’s legs—shiny from shaving and lotion. “It’s like a second skin,” Fredi murmured as he turned in the mirror. Lena handed him semi-sheer, shiny tights that made his legs appear even smoother and concealed any minor imperfections.
The shoes were black pumps with a 7 cm heel—high enough to elongate his legs and make his pelvis look even more inviting, but doable for a beginner. Lena and Clara forced Fredi to practice for an hour in the apartment while giving him tips: “Small steps, swing your hips, don’t tip forward!” Fredi stumbled at first, holding on to the couch and cursing quietly, but after some practice, he walked reasonably confidently, even if he felt like he was on stilts.
Hairstyle and makeup
For her hair, Lena chose a high-quality wig: shoulder-length, voluminous black curls that shone like real hair. Clara secured the wig with glue and bobby pins so it would stay in place even while dancing. She used a curling iron to add bounce to the strands and set it all with hairspray, which made Fredi cough. “That stuff is toxic!” he complained.
The makeup was a work of art. Lena sat Fredi in front of the makeup mirror and began with a thick layer of foundation, which made Fredi’s skin flawless and concealed light stubble. Concealer and contouring powder emphasized the cheekbones and softened the face. For her eyes, Lena chose a dramatic look: dark eyeshadow, precise winged eyeliner, and false eyelashes that made Fredi blink nervously. “They feel like wings!” he said. Her eyebrows were drawn on with a pencil to make them more curved. A bright red lipstick – fitting the carnival spirit – made Fredi’s lips appear full and sensual. Finally, Lena sprayed a perfume with rich, floral notes of jasmine and sandalwood on Fredi’s neck and wrists.
accessories
Accessories were a must. Lena hung a silver chain with a sparkling pendant around Fredi’s neck, which hung between his silicone breasts, drawing attention to them. Clip-on earrings in the shape of long, glittering drops and a thin bracelet completed the look. A small black clutch contained the essentials: lipstick, powder, a pocket mirror, Fredi’s cell phone, and 20 euros. “You won’t lose this bag, understood?” Lena said sternly.
Fredi stood in front of the full-length mirror and was speechless. His silicone breasts were unmistakable, his pelvis curvy and inviting, and the silicone prosthesis created a smooth, feminine silhouette. With the wig, makeup, and dress, he looked like a glamorous woman who could conquer any room. “Damn, Lena, I’m a bombshell,” he said with a grin. Lena, who had dressed up in Fredi’s jeans, a checked shirt, and a fake beard, laughed. “Fiona, you’re going to ruin the party. But behave yourself!”
The Party: An Evening of Intoxication
The party took place in a rented club downtown, decorated with colorful lights, confetti, and carnival flags. The music—pop, electronic, and hits—blared, and the guests were in high spirits. Fredi, introduced as “Fiona,” immediately attracted everyone’s attention. His silicone breasts and curvy pelvis, accentuated by the tight dress, made him the center of attention. Men and women cast admiring glances at him, and Fredi enjoyed the attention more than he cared to admit. Lena, as “Fredo,” with a deep voice and a beer, winked at him. “So, how does it feel to be the most beautiful?” Fredi took a sip of his caipirinha and grinned. “Like a superstar.”
The hours flew by. Fredi danced, flirted, and drank—way too much. Champagne, cocktails, shots from a guy named Markus, who captivated him with his charming smile and dark curls. “You’re really a looker, Fiona,” Markus said as they danced closely together. Fredi, dazed by the alcohol, giggled and joined in the game. The alcohol made him bolder, and the boundaries blurred.
Eventually, they ended up in a quiet corner of the club, on a cushioned bench. Markus’s hands wandered over the emerald green dress, and Fredi, intoxicated, let it happen. The kisses were intense, the dress rode up, and the silicone prosthesis maintained the illusion, even as Markus’s hands slid lower. It was wild, unfamiliar, and the alcohol made everything even blurrier. But then—blackout. All that followed was darkness.
The morning after: humor and humiliation
Fredi woke up in his bed, his head ready to explode and his mouth like sandpaper. He was still wearing his emerald-green dress, wrinkled and stained with suspicious stains—whitish, sticky, and clearly not just from spilled alcohol. His tights were torn, his wig lay disheveled on the nightstand, and his bodysuit felt damp and uncomfortable. His silicone breasts were still glued on, but one hung crooked. He smelled of sweat, perfume, and something that made him panic. “What the hell…?” he mumbled as he sat up.
Lena burst into the room, a wide grin on her face, holding up her cell phone. “Good morning, Diva!” She threw herself onto the bed and began torturing him with details. “Oh, Fredi, you were amazing! Remember how you danced on the bar and almost knocked over the bottles? Or how you made out with Markus in the corner like there was no tomorrow?” Fredi turned pale. “Markus? The curly-haired one?” Lena laughed out loud. “Oh yeah! You were like in a fever. I found you later on the bench, your dress was practically a belt, and Markus… well, let’s just say he was having fun.”
Fredi held his head. “Lena, tell me I didn’t…” Lena grinned. “The stains on your dress don’t lie, sweetheart. I dragged you home because you couldn’t even stand. You even tried to hug a trash can on the way back.” She showed him photos: Fredi, with smudged lipstick, clinging to Markus; another of him lying on the bench, his dress hiked up, his tights in tatters. Fredi groaned. “I’ll kill you.”
Lena put her arm around him. “Oh, come on, it was Carnival! You were Fiona, the Queen of the Night. But next time, drink water.” She giggled as Fredi took off the shaping bodysuit, carefully unhooked the silicone breasts, and threw the dress into the corner. “This thing will be burned,” he muttered. But secretly, he had to chuckle. It was an evening Fiona would never forget—even if Fredi didn’t remember half of it.
