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I was really kind of nervous wondering what was going to happen. I had pondered laser for a long time. My beard, mustache, and body hair were all actually kind of sparse, but were all so coarse and dark against my skin. Up until now, the other concerns had all be overruled by the money concern. I just did not have enough to go around for luxuries like laser.

Now, though, I wondered about the skin irritation and whether or not I would be in pain enough that I would not enjoy my spa weekend. I also was thrilled with the idea of not needing to shave (as much?), again. I wondered how well they would do, because I knew that typically several treatments were required to complete the removal.
As we were each escorted away, Rhonda hopped over and hugged me tightly. “Girlfriend! This is going to be so much fun! I have always wondered if those body wrap commercials were all hype or not. I guess I am going to find out!”

I gently hugged her back and kissed the top of her head and wished her a “Have fun, dollin, I'll be the tall lobster!” as I giggled softly.

The woman escorting me looked at me, her head tilted slightly to one side. “Ma'am, err, sir, err... umm... anyway, our lasers are advanced experimental models. They use a different waveform sequence and new frequencies. The outer skin is barely effected and we have a 95% follicle kill rate.”

Being very puzzled, I asked, “That seems a bit... optimistic. How can you be so gentle to the skin and yet have such a high kill rate?”

She smiled and I knew I had found a geek girl who really enjoyed her work. “We found some scientists who viewed the entire laser removal procedures and realized that it did not just start with the light of the laser. The procedures must be viewed from the skin preparation point, instead. They developed a series of creams and ointments for different skin and hair types along with some preparatory laser reaction tests. Also, before, the follicle would only react properly during anagen, the growing phase, but our scientists have so perfected their technique that now it works during all phases.”

I was blinking rapidly as I thought over the information just given me. “So, when I leave, 95% of my beard, mustache, and body hair will be gone? Permanently? What about the 5% left over? Where is it mostly likely to be? I mean will it be in once concentrated area or just an odd stray hair here and there? And will it still be the coarse, gross ugly dark curse that I have currently?”

My (new favorite) geek girl was giggling and waving her hands trying to slow me down enough to answer me. “My dear girl, umm... please pardon me but I have never had the opportunity to interact with someone in your position. In fact, I am not even sure what your position is. Your ladyfriend that hugged you called you “girlfriend” and you seeme quite comfortable with that, yet you are wearing mens clothes and a mans haircut. Are you a transvestite or a transsexual? Also, what name would you like us to use? We have very efficient communications here and I can make sure the entire spa staff knows your preferences in a few moments.”

“Sweetie,” I began, “you are a peach. You may call me Misty. I am a transsexual dealing with some very difficult circumstances and I am in a very stalled transition. When this weekend is over, I am going to have to go back to being Mr. Thompson and hating every minute of it. Until then, I am going to 'girl it up' as much as I can.”

“Well then, Misty, my dear girl, I am Sasha, and as I was going to explain earlier, before I sidetracked myself,” she said, as she patted my arm, “you are correct in your guess that the remaining 5% is just an odd stray hair here and there. Please be aware that the 95/5 numbers are averages and not hard figures, but the small amount left is barely more than peach fuzz. Even as dark as your beard and body hair is, what is left should be much, much finer and very much lighter. Oh look, there is the laser salon.”

She ushered me into a low, modern building and introduced me to Ramona, a raven-haired lady with a gigawatt smile. They conducted me into a treatment room and Sasha said, “Ok, Misty doll, please take off your clothes. You may hand them on this rack. They will be cleaned and stored in your room and we will provide you fresh garments to wear when your treatment is over.”

I shrugged to myself and stripped to my (male) bikini briefs and began neatly hanging my clothes and storing my shoes on the bottom of the rack. When I finished, I asked, “Ok, where do you want me?”

Romona tittered and asked in a very rich, musical contralto, “Misty, Misty, how are we to treat you if you are not undressed? Please remove all of your clothes, sweetie.”

The glow of my full body blush lit the room as I slid off the last scrap of fabric covering my body. This bit, though, went into the wastebasket, and not onto the rolling rack.

“Now, now dear,” Romona intoned in that lyrical flow of tones, “it is just us girls here, no need to blush so furiously, so please lay down here, face down,” as she and Sasha helped me to lay down on what appeared to be massage table.

Once I was down, they begin assaulting me with various creams and ointments and lotions. In only a few minutes, I passed out from being so relaxed. When I next awoke, it had been almost 2 hours and they had treated my backside and were turning me over.

I finished turning over for them and they brought in two more women to help them with the front. Being already so relaxed, I was out again almost immediately.

Four women, working with skill and experience, can laser off someone in a short amount of time. In under 90 minutes, they were waking me to escort me to a shower. Sasha and Romona helped me scrub all signs of their work from my skin and then helped me dress in my strapless bra and a matching pair of panties that had been brought from my room, which they then covered in a long silk kimono-style robe with the spa's logo on it.

I was taken to a nearby glamor salon that did wonders with my hair and did my makeup. With my enhancers inserted into my bra, I was able to wear a simple pink spaghetti-strap top with a straight black skirt with two side slits. They were going to put me into flats but I asked for some kind of nice sling-back with a 3 or 4 inch heel. I even managed to keep myself from smirking as Sasha led me away to find Rhonda for a late supper with the other ladies, walking like I had spent my life in heels.

On the way, we stopped and Sasha found me some jewelry, taking advantage of my triple-pierced ears. I wished to myself that my nails had been done, but the glamour salon had only been given a few minutes to tend me, so I contented myself that I was still looking far better than I had in years.

When Sasha presented me to Rhonda, Rhonda was about to introduce herself when she realized who I was. “OH MY GOD! MISTY!! Is that really you in there? You look so damn good! I am insanely jealous of how good you look!” She hugged me like we were two pieces of velcro.

I finally managed to detach us from each other long enough to hold her at arms length and look at her. I guess the body wrap stuff really worked because she was visibly slimmer and she was dressed similar to me, except for her top was cheetah print and she was wearing a gauzy, transparent gold blouse over that the same color as the gold in the cheetah print. Her makeup was perfect and her hair had been trimmed just enough to put it back into shape and had both low-lights and high-lights added. She had also been graced with a tasteful amount of subdued black-and-gold jewelry. She had gone from mousy to chic and her much increased self-confidence and comfort in strange, even intimidating surroundings was obvious. She was wearing black pumps with 2” heels but she stood as tall in spirit as any woman there. I had a feeling that whoever was waiting for her back home was in for a surprise.

The other women that had flown in with us were all as amazed at my transformation as Rhonda had been. None of them had been as frumpy or mousy as Rhonda had been, so their makeovers were less pronounced, but really, I think Rhonda was as pretty as any of them, and prettier than most. The busty woman, though, would have been the guy magnet at any club. I was pretty sure she was wearing a corset, or something with similar properties, and the top she had on took full advantage of her assets.

As we were led into the dining room, we all sat around a large, round table and related the days highlights to each other. None of them could believe I slept through full-body laser hair removal. They also marveled at the softness and smoothness of my skin. The creams, ointments, and lotions pumped into me by Sasha and Ramona had certainly done wonders.

When the busty woman realized that I was even smooth in my nether regions, she demanded to see. I found out her name was Beth. Rhonda was about to come to my rescue when I patted her thigh under the table and took up for myself. “Beth, dollin, I tell you what: you show me yours and I'll show you mine. I am sure we can find a dressing room and we'll both strip to nothing but makeup and jewelry. You first.”

She finished choking before anyone was forced to give her the Heimlich. As she recovered, she gazed at me a moment and finally replied, “Misty, I can't help it. I like you. And hell yes, I want to see, even it means that I'm wearing nothing but makeup and jewelry!”

There were a couple of astonished gasps, but there were also a few “not without me, too, you don't” comments. In the end, only the two other women who had won single prizes, Shirley and Sheila (they hit it right off, too, when they found out each others' names) decided not to participate. The wait staff, of course, had heard the entire thing. They were already prepared for us and had a locker room cleared for us at a pool area that was almost adjacent to the dining area.

In the end, it turned out that I was the shyest one. The group of 5 women, lead by Beth the busty, and Karen, the original winner, worked out and swam and shopped together often and were naked together often, were out of their clothes almost as soon as the door was closed. Rhonda was not much behind them. They all stood chatting, dress only in heels, makeup, and jewelry as they watched me blushingly slowly undress.

They were all impressed that I was only wearing enhancers to fill my bra. Beth asked one of the pool area staff to have someone bring by a corset like hers. Tara, another one of the group of five, murmured that if I lost some weight and got a manicure and pedicure, I could go swimming with them and no one one even notice.

I laughed and said that is because everyone would be watching Beth's boobs. Up until now, I had been so embarrassed that I had not had any problems with erections, but now Beth smiled a certain kind of smile at me and kind of flowed to where I was standing and I started reacting. She leaned forward licked my lips teasingly and then whispered in my ear, “I could be convinced to buy you a pair of boobs like mine, if you could stand the attention.”

I was blushing so hard my skin hurt. Rhonda had been close enough to guess what Beth had said and looked like the cat who ate the canary. She cleared her throat and said, “Show and tell has been fun, but don't you think we should finish our supper so we can get some rest and see what we are doing tomorrow?”

We all agreed that was an excellent idea and were soon, once again, properly dressed and eating. Well, I was pretending to eat. The corset I was wearing now instead of my strapless bra had me bound up pretty tightly. The shape it gave me, though, was to die for. I had foregone the enhancers, but the extra effect of the corset was sufficient to give me as much volume as I had in the bra with them. Between having boobs and not being ugly and being constricted by the corset, I was pretty distracted. I ate a little salad and few bites of grilled chicken and I was done. I mostly sipped ice water and watched everyone else eat.

When supper was over, Serena, Taleejah, Sasha, Ramona, and 5 other women appeared to show us to our bungalows. Of course, Rhonda was to be accommodated in my bungalow but would have her own room and bathroom. Sheila and Shirley elected the same. Karen and Tara paired off, and so did Misha and Nicole, the last two members of the group of five. When someone pointed out that Beth was left all alone, she said that she would be fine because she lives alone, anyway.

We were all soon settled in our rooms, Rhonda having hugged me good night very tightly, over and over again, when a soft noise startled me. I leaned up in bed, but did not not see anything, or hear anything else and was soon out again, snoring I am sure.

I heard someone breathing deeply and moaning softly and realized it was me. Then I realized I was tied spread-eagle on the bed and I was gagged and blindfolded with something silky. Then I realized that I was getting serious oral sex. Oh my.

After I had orgasmed, my captor began licking, sucking, kneading and caressing me, silently doing all in her(?) power to bring me back to an erection as quickly as possible. That much effort was too much to fail and soon she(?) me back like she(?) wanted me. A rubber was seductively rolled over me. In a moment, I knew for sure my captor was a woman as she took me inside of her, leaning forward and letting her nipples dangle to touch mine. Her breathing turned to panting and even soft whimpers until she orgasmed. She kept pumping me, orgasming, until I finally arched my back, filling the rubber, pumping out my seed, however involuntarily.

She finally relented and carefully and quickly cleaned me. In the morning, when I woke up, I was neither tied nor gagged and blindfolded. I could still smell her scent, though. Deciding she was probably Beth, but that accusing anyone would only ruin the weekend, I determined I would let things play out since there was only more night in our prize package. We were all taken for a morning swim in the surf, followed by a hearty breakfast then we split up again. This time I was taken to the mud baths, along with Shirley and Sheila. Rhonda went to the laser salon. The rest went to targeted workouts, fashion makeovers, or one of the salons they had not yet visited.

By lunch time, my skin felt like I had been a pampered princess all my life. The staff packed me back into my corset and a sun dress and I picked at my lunch with the other women, again. Rhonda was walking on clouds again, as were the other women.

My afternoon was occupied with a fashion makeover as I learned all the best ways to accent my femininity, play down any masculinity, and how to use my strengths to balance my flaws. Rhonda was in targeted workouts. Beth was in the laser salon. Shirley and Sheila were with me, again. The other four were all at the mud baths.

That night was formal dinner night. We all showed up in designer gowns like we were going to the Oscars. The glamour salon had outfitted me with hair extensions and I was dripping in jewelry and my makeup was patented screen star. I was actually starting to have doubts about dying ugly! The other women were all flying high, too. Again, though, it was Beth and Rhonda who stole the show. By now, I was just “one of the girls” and I was neither the most nor least pretty, just the tallest, edging Beth by about  ½ an inch.

After supper, we went dancing in an open air pavilion with a live orchestra. Because I had never ball-room danced, nor had I ever danced in heels at all, I refused to participate in the actual dancing. Instead, I spend the entire time in one corner with Vera, a very nice lady who tried to show me how to dance. Poor Vera! This tactic prevented me from being forced to deal with the men who had been brought in as dance partners.

Oddly, Rhonda was a dancing whiz! The men managed to make swapping partners sound like it was for the benefit of the women, but in reality, they all wanted to enjoy Rhonda's grace and aplomb on the dance floor. Of course Beth was sexy and attractive, and was competent on the dance floor, but Rhonda was the night's attraction.

Towards the end of the night, I finally let Beth coax me out on the dance floor as her partner. With her natural grace and effervescence, she soon had me moving and grooving, though not nearly with her skill or beauty of motion.

During one slow number, while we were cheek-to-cheek, she said, “I could just imagine us in matching dresses, doing this after you have boobs like mine. That is, if you want boobs like mine. All the men would be watching us. Staring. Wondering what would come later. Maybe you would be in pink and me in black. Or maybe you would be in white and I would be in red. All of the men and all of the women would be jealous. Everyone there would want us both.”

Soon the band signaled they were done for the night and starting breaking up. I took Rhonda's arm in my own and we hugged all the other women good night and I thanked Beth for the dancing. Rhonda and I went back to our bungalow and I had a sudden thought. Rhonda and Beth wore similar scents.

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To Be Continued...