College Fees - Chapter 3 by Susan Louise Montague

“John felt funny sitting there on the bed wearing his pink bikini brief panties while cupping his breasts in his hands.”

After having some coffee John calmed down and accompanied the girls back to his room. They had an array of different beauty products and took turns about explaining each of them to him.

“Firstly this is a depilatory cream called Veet,” said Pamela. “We’re going to use this on your upper body and your legs. You will have to use this about once a week to stay hair free.”

“Because you can’t use a depilatory cream on your face, we're going to use these,” said Cindy; she was holding up a packet of Sally Hansen wax strips.

“Waxing your face will really hurt at first, but will allow you not to have to shave for up to a month at a time,” Susan explained.

And so it was the girls set to work on the first steps to prepare John for his temporary feminisation.

After getting him to strip down completely–which he found terribly embarrassing–they applied the depilatory cream all over his body. Even his pubic region and his anal cavity didn’t escape!

Next they sent him to the shower where he washed away both the cream and his body hair. As he shampooed his body afterwards John felt a small shiver down his spine. He couldn’t help but like the luxurious feeling of his smooth soft arms and legs.

After he emerged from the shower and had dried off the next step was some light spray-on tan, which Pamela said would have to be reapplied about every two weeks. She also mentioned, “This can be done easier at the beauty salon once you are a girl.”

Seeing the shocked look on John’s face at her slip-up in using the words: once you are a girl, Pamela decided not to extrapolate any further on this comment.

After his tan had dried Cindy handed John a pair of pink lace bikini briefs, they had a floral design and a satin gusset. She explained to him that they had bought these and a number of other pairs of various panties for their hidden gaff.

Cindy handed John a printout of an internet page with some instructions on how to push his testes up into his body. It also demonstrated how to tuck his penis both with and without a gaff. John retired to the bathroom happy to no longer have his full nakedness on display to the young ladies–even if it meant wearing pink panties!

He followed the instructions carefully and was happily surprised that tucking his testicles away was nowhere near as painful as he had imagined. Then he put one foot followed by the other into the pink bikini briefs. He hesitated for a moment before pulling them all the way up; knowing deep down inside that as soon as he put them on he would have crossed a threshold he could never have imagined crossing before this morning.

Taking a deep breath John pulled the briefs up and inserted his penis into the gaff. Once he felt the elastic of the briefs cling to the curves of his body just above his hip; he knew for the first time in his life he was wearing women’s panties.

John caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror; leaving the fact he still had a beard aside; his southern region now looked completely girl. There was a perfectly flat curve at the front of his panties where a vagina would be. He turned around and looked over his shoulder and dared to admire his pert bottom looking “bootylicious” in the feminine attire.

John had always had what could only be best described as a girl’s ass, it always stuck out more than a boy’s one should. Now for the first time in his life he found himself admiring it.

Then something happened that frightened him; he could feel a strong sexual urge between his legs. He didn’t get an erection as the gaff prevented sufficient blood flow. The satin gusset felt absolutely heavenly between his legs and he couldn’t stop admiring the way he looked. When he regained his composure a fleeting thought crossed his mind: “I hope I’m not going to like this too much!”

John came back out from the bathroom to the girls who put him sitting in a swivel chair at the dressing table. “It’s a good job the landlord put dressing tables in all the rooms; it will be so essential when you’re doing your own makeup, John,” said Susan.

They immediately got to work on John’s beard. First they used a beard trimmer to shorten the hair, but not to remove it completely; as a nice length was required for the waxing to work. Then came the wax strips; and they hurt like hell. John winced at every pull.

“Still sounding like a boy,” said Cindy, “a girl would grin and bear it for the sake of beauty.”

When she was finished doing his face, Cindy attacked Johns eyebrows; carefully moulding them into a thin feminine shape. When she was finished she let out a small gasp, “Oh my God, you really do have a girl’s face,” she exclaimed.

“I know,” replied John, “that’s why I grew my beard in the first place.”

John looked in the mirror and even though his long blond hair was still tangled and boyish the shaped eyebrows brought out his round girlish eyes. No matter how he tried he could see a lot more girl than boy in the face gazing back at him from the mirror.

He had always had very girlish features: round chin, small mouth and nose, large eyes, high cheek bones. However he had always managed to mask them since his mid teens with a dirty student beard and bushy eyebrows. Now that Cindy had stripped those well-cultivated protections away, these feminine features were beginning to shine through again.

“Now to the bathroom,” said Susan; “I need the sink there while I cut your hair.”

At this John gave her a worried look.

“Don’t be troubled,” said Susan, “I worked as a hairdresser for three summers in a row before college.” She gave him a gentle shove, smiled, and herded him in the bathroom door.

Susan put John sitting in a swivel chair near the sink in his en-suite.

“Just make sure I’ll be able to go to college without getting laughed out of the place,” John said.

What John didn’t know was that she was busy styling some very feminine long bangs that would be swept to the left side in the style she was creating. She slightly darkened some of it with highlights; but still left him unmistakeably platinum blonde. To John all this time was just a seemingly endless experience of washing and cutting, as Susan had covered the mirror so he couldn’t look, lest he would object.

When she was finished John wanted to look. The other girls were staring at him. He couldn’t bring himself to believe it, but he thought their gaze to seem slightly envious!

They brought him back out to the bedroom. He noticed they had covered both the full length mirror on his wardrobe and the mirror on his dressing table. Cindy went to a bag in the corner of the room and pulled out what seemed to be a very large box. She opened it quickly and pulled out what looked like too out of shape balloons.

“These are C-cup breast forms,” Cindy explained. “While I know all guys like large breasts, these will be plenty big enough on your frame.”

Despite being ready to shiver in his boots at the thought of things to come John could only laugh at Cindy’s remark, saying, “I think guys like large breasts on women, not on themselves.”

The girls all burst out laughing as well, realising the humour in the situation.

John was only 120 pounds and 5’8” so he was very skinny for a guy; but perfect for the task at hand. Susan and Pamela put John sitting down and applied an adhesive gel to his chest; while Cindy put the forms in place and then got John to hold them, one in each hand.

John looked kind of nervous sitting there; and had enquired about the adhesive saying, “I hope you’re not using super glue?”

To which Cindy replied, “No, silly, it’s only semi-permanent, you use a few drops from this bottle in some hot water to remove them”.

John felt funny sitting there on the bed wearing his pink bikini brief panties while cupping his breasts in his hands. When about five minutes had passed Cindy told him to let go and for the first time he felt the weight on his chest. He had to admit that it wasn’t an unpleasant weight. In fact deep down inside it felt kind of natural; like it should have always been there.

Next Pamela handed him a bra which matched the panties he was wearing only with a bit more satin on the cups. She showed him how to clip it in front; then turn it around; place your breasts in it and pull up the straps.

Looking down at the lace and satin bra encompassing his breasts brought the reality of what was happening home to John. The breasts looked really well; they matched his tanned skin tone perfectly and were as good as any pair he had seen on a real girl.

Next Susan handed him a pair of opaque black pantyhose. John looked at the label on them and they were made by a company called Woolford. Susan showed him how to roll them up and put them on one leg at a time using her hand. Then she got John to put them on.

All the self-denial in the world couldn’t stop him from enjoying the experience of the soft sensual pantyhose as they slid up his smooth legs. For a fleeting moment John almost forgot why he was doing this and revelled in the feeling.

Then, before they would fully reveal to him what he was going to be wearing, the girls started on his make-up. Again it seemed like an age to John as they ‘poked and prodded’ at his eyes and rubbed foundation all over his face. They even put false fingernails on him which had nice white tips.

When they had finished, Susan produced a long sleeved grey satin wrap D&G dress. The hem stopped short about 4 inches above John’s knee. It didn’t have a collar but had a V-neck line which just showed the start of the cleft in John’s cleavage. It tied at the waits with a matching satin belt. Quite reluctantly and secretly John revelled in the luxurious feel of the satin.

Cindy then gave him a pair of knee high black Prada boots. John, not being completely ignorant of labels, enquired how they could afford all this. Susan told him that they get huge discounts in Et du Fem and that some customers often leave tips in the form of vouchers for clothes the girls would really like.

“So nothing but high end designer labels for you from now on, Miss,” she joked.

John slipped his feet into the Prada boots. “How did you know I was a size 8 shoe size?” he asked.

“We didn’t,” laughed Cindy, “this is the largest size regular women’s shoes come in.”

Cindy then showed him how to do the zip in the boots without catching them in his pantyhose. He liked the feeling of the soft lining in the boots against his pantyhose and the leather was almost paper thin and sensually soft.

Cindy then bade John to try standing up in the 4” heels. He was a little wobbly at first but quickly found his balance thanks to the help of Cindy’s arm.

“Now try taking a few steps on your own,” she said.

John stepped forward tentatively–heel to toe, heel to toe–just like the girls kept telling him. He gingerly placed one foot directly in front of the other; walking like a girl as he had been instructed. After about fifteen minutes of this he was walking unaided without as much as a wobble. “A real natural; I wish I took to heels this well,” said Cindy, at which the others laughed.

When they were happy that he could walk in heels the girls made him sit down again. Pamela produced an ear piercing gun that she had borrowed for the jewellery department of the store and pierced John’s right ear (he having a single piercing in his left already).

“I know it’s not recommended for a first time piercing, but, I couldn’t resist these,” said Cindy, as she held up the dangly gold earring; which was the companion to the one Pamela used to pierce John’s ear.

John moaned, “won’t I have to wear this for about six weeks now?”

“No,” said Susan, “It will be a bit sore but you can replace it with a stud in class if you like. Just leave your other ear without an earring.”

Finally it was time to let John see the finished product and the girls were really excited. John was scared as they pulled the sheet away from the mirror, giving him his first glimpse of his female self in the full. And then he nearly fainted when he saw it. Only that the girls helped to steady him or he would have hit the deck.

John looked incredulously at the stunningly beautiful woman in the mirror. She stared back at him in a similar manner; her lush lipstick covered red lips parted in a shocked looking gaze.

“Oh my God; I look the exact same as–I can’t say it,” said John.

“Well then, I will,” said Cindy, “Jessica Alba!”

“Yeah, I’d ask you for Jessica Alba’s autograph if I didn’t know you,” said Pamela.

“When I was styling your hair I couldn’t help but notice the resemblance,” said Susan, “so I ended up doing it just like hers.”

“Well I guess this means my looks will meet the job requirements,” said John.

“More than, girl!” said Cindy, “I’m jealous of you already, and I know the girls are too; you’re easily the sexiest of the four of us.”

The three girls then gave John a warm hug and welcomed his new alter ego into the world.

“Have we still got that bottle of Jack Daniels downstairs in the cupboard?” asked John.

“Yeah; we have; I think we all need a drink,” said Cindy.

They went down to the kitchen; John walking very carefully down the stairs for the first time in high heels. He loved the feeling of his satin dress swishing against his pantyhose as he walked; and the high heels felt divine and natural. He dare not admit it to the girls but he felt sexy and alive for the first time in his life.

However much as he tried to hide this, Cindy’s keenly trained intuition told her differently. She watched John’s confident female swagger as he walked in front of her to the cupboard.

‘He is a smoking hot babe, and what’s more he knows it. By this time next year we will be referring to you as her on a more permanent basis,’ she thought.

Then another thought crossed Cindy’s mind, the seed of a plan that would speed John’s feminisation along. As quickly as it came into her head, it left it again as she put it to the back of her mind. ‘I will give it a couple of weeks’ she thought, ‘just to make sure.’

Cindy sat down at the table and picked up the glass of whiskey that John had poured for her. "So have you picked a girl’s name for yourself yet?" she asked.