Stamp Part 2

For the next two hours or more I was wondering just why I was doing this as she worked on my hair, my face and digits. She wove extensions into my already reasonably long locks and then put a colour in it. While that was setting she did my toenails in a bright red which she told me was acrylic and would not be easily chipped.

While my hair was under the drier again after something she called a ‘perm’ she worked a similar trick with my fingernails, only adding false nails to cover up my old, ragged ones. Finally she worked on my face. When I looked in her mirror I saw a girl who could be my sister staring back at me. I said “I could never achieve this look by myself” and she told me I didn’t have to as what she had done would not come off for some months. Oh no! What had we done?

The penultimate event was to pierce each of my lobes and to put a stud in each side. I thought I couldn’t look more girly but she then said that there was one final thing she was to do before calling Laurel to come to escort me back. She told me to take off my top and she then glued silicon breasts on my chest, saying that I should take these off in a couple of weeks to allow my skin to breathe. I put my top back on over my new attachments as she gave Laurel a call and then she gave me her card and told me I should be back in a couple of weeks to check out the glue on my chest..

When Laurel came in she just stood there looking at me and then said “Welcome to the world, Francine. You are stunning. Who would ever have thought that under that bland bloke there was a beautiful girl waiting to come out?” She paid for all of the procedures and we then went back to the other apartment. As we got to the lift a couple of guys arrived and got in with us. I was ready to sink through the floor when they started to chat to us and Laurel told them that we were both spoken for. They got off on the floor before ours and left, but not before the one standing next to me patted my bum on his way out.

When the doors closed again Laurel laughed and said “Now that was a real welcome to our world, Francine. They can’t leave us girls alone, can they?” Back in the apartment I said it was time to get tea and she told me to go ahead but to wear an apron and then said “Oops, I forgot” and dragged me back into my room where I was told to take off my top again so I could put on my ‘first’ bra. Oh, goodie.

That evening I cooked for the two of them and served them while wearing my new outfit. I couldn’t help but notice that Moose had his eyes on me a lot as I walked to and fro with the courses. After the meal they went into the lounge to watch TV while I tidied up in the kitchen and had my own meal. When everything was clean and tidy I made preparations for breakfast and then went to my room to contemplate my situation. Whatever happened, I was stuck like this until the make-up faded and then I would be in a half-way place, looking a lot like a woman for some time as it would not just disappear overnight. It looked like I was stuck with being Francine until I could hide away for some weeks.

Being neat I then sorted out the clothes and hung them properly and delved into the other boxes, finding lots of bras and panties as well as the cincher, the stockings (among others in different hues) and a few nighties. I could not remember ordering those but, as they were here, I must have. There was a box of new cosmetic essentials for me, including a night cream and a day cream, both of which were said to ‘nourish and plump’ my skin. I looked at the ingredients list and saw a couple that you find in processed foods.

I was sitting in a funk when there was a knock on my door and Laurel came in with something in her hand. She told me about the procedures I needed to go through before I went to bed and then said “I will be staying overnight. We will need you to get really happy in the maid outfit so I will leave you this spare gown to wear while you do breakfast. Make sure you wear the hair-net tonight and tomorrow we will turn you into Francine the maid.” Oddly enough she kissed my cheek and gave me a hug before she left, just as I had seen other women do when they greet or leave each other.

Resigned to my fate I took off all my clothes and then went into the en-suite and looked at myself in the mirror there. Except for a dangly bit between my legs I looked every inch like a woman, a rather larger one than usual, but the breasts proved the point if you didn’t examine the rest too closely. I had a wash and the make-up did not come off and then put on the hair net and one of the nighties before sliding into bed and putting out the light.

Something must have triggered itself in my brain as I slept, because I woke up feeling pretty good with myself and, when I looked in the mirror, I decided that I did look pretty good as well. I sat to pee and dabbed the end with a piece of paper, put the gown over the nightie, slipped my feet into new pink slippers and went out to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I was quietly humming to myself when Moose came up behind me and put both arms around my waist and said “Good morning, beautiful, you sound happy today.”

I froze as I could feel his dick against my butt and said “Good morning yourself, Moose. You had better let me go or else Laurel may walk in and think that you are queer.” He snickered and whispered in my ear “For a piece of you, sweetheart, I think that I could turn” and then kissed my neck before he let me go and went to sit at the kitchen table. I just stood there in wonder as I had never had that effect on men, or even women, before today.

After I had tidied up the breakfast things Moose went off to dress in his casual computing gear and Laurel took me though to my room. She first got me to have a shower wearing a shower-cap with all my longer hair tucked up in it. We then got me dressed with the waist cincher first. It got tighter and tighter until I could hardly breathe and then it was my first try at stockings and then, I realised with a shock, the panties. I had been naked in front of her this whole time and it had not bothered either of us.

There was a black push-up bra to go with the outfit and then the dress went over my head. She showed me how I could do up the back zip myself using an old lanyard that I had collected during my days at exhibitions of cooking equipment. There was a cap but she fluffed up my hair and said I was already too cute so it wasn’t needed. What was needed was for me to add to my already existing make-up so that I could make myself more glamorous. I sat at my dressing table while she showed me ways to use eye-liner and mascara to dramatize my eyes as well as a lip gloss to bring out my lips. With a few items of jewellery added she declared that ‘Ze maiden, Franzeen’ was ready to take on the world.

She told me to ask Moose if he wanted something to drink and then went off to get dressed herself. I walked up behind Moose and said “Excuse me sir, but can I get you anything?” When he turned to look at me he froze and I could see him having a real problem trying to figure out what he wanted, a drink or me on the carpet. The drink won and he asked for a glass of water but to make sure the glass was wide-bottomed so it would not tip the water over his keyboard. I put on a bit of a wiggle as I walked to the kitchen as I could almost feel his eyes on my own wide bottom. The power I had was almost intoxicating.

That morning Laurel took me through walking, talking, sitting and getting up or down. By lunch I was ready to try out my new voice on Moose and I was a sight to behold as he struggled to maintain his control when I asked “Would you like anything else, sir” as I picked up the dessert plate. Laurel was having a ball and she came through to the kitchen and told me to slow down or else he would be pulling me into his bed and raping me. I think that when she said that something lit up in her brain as she then started to watch him a lot more closely, as if she had come to realise that he could possibly stray.

After she had left he did stray into uncharted waters, coming up behind me again at the sink and this time being a lot more amorous and a lot more forceful. He turned me around and trapped me against the sink and then put one hand behind my head and pulled me into a kiss. It was something else again and I am sorry to say that I allowed his tongue to explore my mouth and put my own arms around his neck and we kissed. I was starting to feel dizzy when he broke the moment and backed off, palming his forehead and saying “What the hell am I doing? You’re a bloke, for Christs’ sake. Why am I here kissing a bloke? In fact, why does the bloke in question like it so much?”

I did something that I could never have imagined before. I called him a heartless brute and told him that it was his own entire fault by creating me. I then broke into tears and fled to my room to throw myself on my bed to have a good cry.

Marianne G 2021