Mr. Nussbaum
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

Mr. Nussbaum was our neighbor and a really nice man. He was one of those people who would carry a parcel left in the building foyer and addressed to us up the elevator and leave it outside our door. If you needed a cup of something or an exotic herb, he would have it and refuse any return. He was about as good a neighbor as you could have.

He was always asking after me and asking me what I would be going on to after high school, but I just told him that I was still thinking about my future. He wished me well, with his usual warm smile.

It was not until I was locked out and I asked Mr. Nussbaum to buzz me up and ended up sharing a drink with him until Mom came home, that I really opened up to him. He gave me a European drink that was sweet and I guess a little stronger than I was used to. I told him that I felt a bit like a round peg looking for a round hole, when they were all square.

“Or maybe you’re a round hole looking for a round peg?” he suggested. I really didn’t know what he was talking about, but we started to talk about what work might suit me.

“Perhaps I am old-fashioned, so forgive me for saying this, but those are all the kinds of jobs that young women seem to do so much better than young men.”

I told him that that I thought he was wise and that I would value anything he had to say.

“Alright, I’ll say it,” he said. “I think that you would make a very pretty young lady, with the right effort by the right people.”

I was maybe a little shocked, but actually more pleased. You see, I had always thought the same thing. I had always had a hankering to see just how pretty I might be.

“What do you mean by the right people?” I asked. I could see that he was pleased.

“Well, I am aware that there are feminization specialists out there, and some offer a service where they would come to your home to do a complete makeover without you having to step outside. Or, they could even come to somebody’s neighbor’s home, if you like?

“That sounds great!” I fizzed.

“It’s even better than that,” he said. “I will pay for it. Call it my treat.”

So, the following week I went around to Mr. Nussbaum’s apartment and there were two ladies there, who had not always been ladies.

When they were done I didn’t believe that it was me. They had done the whole thing – a body wax and stick on breasts, panties to tuck my junk so I could wear a tight leather mini-skirt to go with my black tights and heels and my pink cashmere sweater. I was fitted for a gorgeous long blonde wig and a makeup job that you would not believe! I was a knockout. I wanted to take about a zillion selfies.

Mr. Nussbaum looked just about as happy as I was, maybe even happier!

“Oh Mr. Nussbaum,” I gushed. “I feel about as happy as a … girl could feel. How can I repay you for introducing me to the person I was always supposed to be?”

“Don’t be silly, my sweet child,” he said. “I don’t want anything at all, except your happiness … and your gratitude … and perhaps a blow job every now and again?”

The End

This story was inspired by the AI images included, prompted by FeminineFantasy7 on Deviant Art and entitled “Cross dresser with his older boyfriend”, but that was not the words it spoke to me
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