The Avanti Salon

This is a sharp turn from my other stories. It is much more explicit and contains blackmail and forced feminization. If this is something that you do not like then please find another story to read.

The Avanti Salon

After pulling into the parking space, I checked my makeup in the mirror and reapplied my lipstick. I couldn’t help but reflect on how much had changed during the past 2 years before shutting off the car and throwing my keys in my Michael Kors shoulder bag. Here I was driving a Mercedes-Benz SL 63 Roadster and going for my weekly manicure, pedicure and hair appointment when only a few years ago I was unemployed, depressed and a burden on my spouse.

Was I happier? Smiling at my reflection in the mirror I knew that, despite my initial protests, I couldn’t imagine my life turning out any better. Grabbing my keys and shoulder bag I slid elegantly out of my car and walked quickly to the Avanti Day Spa and Salon. I still felt a thrill hearing my heals softly clicking as I smiled at two women leaving the Salon.

Approaching the receptionist I turned on my biggest smile and said, “Lindsey, you look more beautiful every time I see you!”

“Look who’s talking,” Lindsey laughed as she made her way around the reception desk. “Come here and give me a hug, Lisa,” she smiled as she gently air kissed both of my cheeks. “I take it you’re here for your weekly appointment? Let me take you back to Wendy so she can get started on your manicure and pedicure. Don’t even bother sitting down because I know she is waiting for you.”

Following Lindsey, I smiled as I thought about how much I had come to enjoy these weekly visits. From the fragrances and the sounds to the softness of the furniture and interior, Avanti was the perfect feminine sanctuary. I remember wondering when I was young why women spent so much time at their salons. Were they trying to make themselves look pretty for men? Or were they trying to find a place to get away from men? I still haven’t decided if all of our beautifying is for us or if it is to make ourselves attractive to our ‘alpha males’. No matter what I truly enjoyed every moment that I spent at my salon.

“Oh my God, Lisa, I love your blouse,” Wendy said when she saw me coming with Lindsey. “Where did you get it? It is the perfect color for you!”

“Hi, Wendy,” I smiled reaching for her hands, “I just love coming here because you always make me feel so good. I found this blouse last week at Neiman Marcus and I just had to have it. It’s from the St. John collection. Everything this fall seems to come in red, magenta or violet and I think this autumn yellow really brings out the auburn highlights in my hair. Don’t you just love this caftan neckline?”

“I love it on you, dear, but you have the perfect curves to make it work. I’m not sure it would work with someone with my modest endowment. Now you sit down and let me get started with your toes.”

Sliding into the pedicure chair I smiled at Wendy and said, “As you’re aware of, nature didn’t endow me any more than you. That’s why we have surgical enhancements. If you ever want the name of my doctor, just ask. I’m sure he would love to work on someone as beautiful as you.”

Blushing, Wendy replied, “I may take you up on that some time. Now let me remove the old polish from your toenails. By the way, I love hearing about all of your ‘dates’, do you have one tonight?”

Smiling sheepishly, Lisa replied, “I actually have two. I have a 1 hour quickie at 5:00 this afternoon and then a dinner date this evening. It is definitely going to be a long night but I have actually come to love my work.”

“I always wanted to ask you how you became an escort,” Wendy asked, “Do you mind my prying?”

“Well, it’s a long story and it’s pretty explicit if you really want to hear it. There is more to me than you probably know or maybe wish to know.”

“Are you kidding,” Wendy whispered. I have always dreamed of being an escort myself. “Your manicure and pedicure are going to take nearly two hours and, between us girls, there is nothing more stimulating than a sexually explicit story.”

“Well, I just want you to know that you can ask me to stop anytime because some of this may come as a shock to you.”

“Don’t be silly, Lisa. I’ve heard more than you can imagine from all the girls that I work with.”

“Ok, Wendy,” Lisa started, “Do you remember when I first started coming to Avanti?”

“Sure, it was about two years ago I think.”

“Do you remember who introduced me to your spa?”

“Well, let me think,” Wendy thought raising her eyebrows. “Oh, I remember, you started coming with your girlfriend, Tessa, who has been coming here for years.”

“You are exactly right,” Lisa smiled. “But are you aware that Tessa isn’t my girlfriend?”

“Now you’ve got me stumped,” Wendy replied. Now I wonder where this is going. “You two have been coming here for the past two years and you seem like best friends.”

“Remember, Wendy, you can stop me whenever you want but Tessa is my wife.”

“I don’t understand, Lisa,” Wendy laughed. “As much as they’ve tried, gay marriage is still not allowed here in Illinois.”

“The easy answer is that underneath all of this,” Lisa replied sweeping her arms up and down her body, “I am still very much a male. Well, that is a pretty big exaggeration because I have been taking female hormones and anti-testosterone pills daily for as long as you’ve known me.”

“Oh, my God,” Wendy exclaimed, “You are just trying to make fun of me for being too personal.” There is no way she is a he.

“No, I’m not, Wendy. I’m perfectly serious. I was born 25 years ago in Grand Rapids, Michigan and my name was Jason Tyler. I met Tessa when I was 20 and we married a year later.”

“Are you a transsexual, then?”

“Actually, I’m not,” Lisa replied thoughtfully. “I never really had the urge to try on women’s clothes and, as opposed to normal transsexuals, I never really thought of myself as a woman. More importantly, I certainly never dreamed that I would be living as one.”

“What happened then?”

“Well, although I never thought of myself as transsexual, I was always fascinated with them. Being embarrassed of this obsession, I never really mentioned it to Tessa. After we were married I found out that there were transsexual escorts who advertised on Craig’s list so I made a few dates to visit them. Well, one of them really caught my fancy so I went back to see her a second time. But that was a big mistake.”

“What do you mean?” Wendy asked, “By the way, now that I’m done cleaning and filing your nails, let’s soak them for the next ten minutes.” Now what would a guy want with a transsexual escort.

“I guess I never realized how observant Tessa was. All the time I was visiting these escorts, she was aware that I was keeping something from her. It didn’t take her long to realize that I was spending a lot of money on each of these visits. She quickly looked at our credit card bills and found one charge for $400 that seemed pretty suspicious to her. It didn’t take her too long before she had called the credit card company and found a phone number to the escort that I found attractive.”

“Did she confront you then?” Wendy inquired while applying cuticle remover to the base of each nail.

“No, I wish she had confronted me then, well, actually I’m really glad that she didn’t because I wanted be here now if she had.”

“What do you mean, Lisa? I don’t really understand what you mean?”

“Well, if she had confronted me I would have stopped going,” Lisa explained. “Instead, Tessa called the escort that I visited and asked if I was going to see her again. The escort was more than helpful to Tessa because I had told her that I wasn’t married. So the next time I went to visit her...”

“When you say her?” Wendy interrupted, “You mean the escort and not Tessa, right?”

“Yes, I mean the escort. She and Tessa had been talking and when I made my next appointment she called Tessa and invited her over. Needless to say I was extremely shocked when Tessa walked out of the bedroom closet filming me and the escort in flagrante delicto.”

“Oh, my,” Wendy gasped, “Tessa caught you fucking a transsexual escort?”

“Well, not exactly, Wendy, now don’t tell me that I didn’t warn you.” Lisa smiled, “But Tessa caught me on my back with my legs in the air getting fucked by the tranny escort; and she had it all on film.”

“Oh, my word,” Wendy giggled, “I’d love to find my boyfriend getting fucked by a tranny. What happened next?”

“Believe it or not, Tessa told the escort to keep going and she continued filming until the tranny came in my backside. You can’t believe how embarrassed I was watching Tessa film me. Worse yet, Tessa could tell that I was enjoying having a dick in my ass and she had it forever on film. She then told me that I was in big trouble and that I would have to do anything and everything that she asked. Knowing I had no choice I readily agreed. She then ordered me to go into the bathroom with the escort and clean her penis with soap and water and come back to the bed. When I got back she asked if I had ever sucked anyone’s cock. When I told her no, she laughed and said that it was going to be fun filming me while I sucked my first cock.”

“Oh, my God,” Wendy said, “I’m getting wet just listening to you.” I really am. I can’t believe Lisa is really a man.

“Well, it’s a lot less exciting when your wife is filming you while you’re sucking your first cock. Worse, the escort had just cum in my ass so it took me nearly twenty minutes to get her excited enough so she came again.”

“Did you swallow?”

“Oh, yes I had to swallow,” Lisa continued. “Tessa watched and filmed the whole time and just before the escort came she whispered in my ear that I needed to swallow every drop or I would have to do it again.”

“Did you like the taste?”

“I’d be lying if I told you I liked the taste that first time but over time I’ve come to really like it. I think part of the reason is that I see how much it excites men to see me swallow.”

“I totally agree,” Wendy laughed. “I feel so in control when I have a man’s cock in my mouth and I know I can get him to do anything for me once I swallow his cum. So what happened after that?”

“Tessa then told me that we had to go but before we went she asked me how much I needed to pay the escort. You can’t believe how mad she became when I told her $400. She completely lost it and began hitting me and screaming that I was wasting her money because, at that time, I didn’t even have a job. Truth be told, I was using her money for my little exploits.”

“I completely sympathize with her. I would have been pissed too. How did you get her to calm down?”

“I didn’t have any luck getting her to calm down. She actually wouldn’t talk to me for two weeks and then one night she came home with a smile on her face and said, ‘Honey, I think I’ve come up with a way for you to pay me back.’”

“I think I can guess what’s going to happen next but why don’t you continue while I exfoliate your feet.”

“If you guessed that she decided that I was going to become a transsexual escort then you hit the nail on the head,” Lisa smiled. “As you can imagine it wasn’t easy. I pleaded with her that I’d do anything else but she was relentless. Finally, I said that I wanted a divorce and that I was leaving. But she only smiled and said that if I even thought about leaving her then she would send the ‘famous’ video to all my family and friends. Finally, I reluctantly agreed but only because I never really thought she would make me go through with it. Initially, it was horrible. I never wanted to be a woman and I certainly never dreamed of being a woman with a penis. But Tessa knew what she wanted and I definitely think she was attracted to the financial aspects of the escort business. She certainly did her homework on transexualism and gender issues. She knew I needed hormones and testosterone blockers. She forced me to go through over 400 hours of electrolysis on my face and body to get rid of all my hair except for a small Brazilian landing strip above my penis. She also knew that to get the hormones that I’d have to go to a gender counselor and convince them that I was a transsexual. ”

“Sorry to interrupt, Lisa,” Wendy said, “But what do you think of this color? It’s called ‘Unforgettable Red’.”

“That’s perfect, Wendy. I was thinking that a rich red would go perfectly with the outfit that I am thinking of wearing tonight.”

“You know what’s so funny, Lisa?” Wendy said, “Despite everything that you’ve told me I still think of you as a woman and I am so jealous that you have two dates tonight.”

“Thanks, Wendy,” Lisa smiled.

While she slowly and fastidiously polished Lisa’s toe nails, Wendy continued, “I’m still confused about the whole gender therapist and hormone thing. Why didn’t you just go to a doctor and tell them you wanted hormones?”

“I wish it were that easy, Wendy, but it isn’t.” Lisa laughed. “They are extremely cautious in prescribing hormones because the effects are really permanent.”

“I’m confused, Lisa,” Wendy said as she looked up, “I mean what effects are permanent?”

“Well, the first thing you notice when you begin female hormones is that you develop some breast tissue. Nothing that you would be extremely proud of but most transsexuals can develop up to an ‘A’ cup. More importantly, once you develop the tissue it stays with you even if you stop taking the hormones. Now Tessa was smart enough to realize that most men liked big boobs on their women so she naturally assumed men who liked trannies wanted big boobs as well so that is why you see me like this,” Lisa smiled as she gently cupped her breasts.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking but are you a ‘D’ cup now?”

“After everything that I’ve already told you,” Lisa started while laughing, “telling you my cup size is the least of my worries. Tessa and I really argued about this one. She wanted me to be a ‘D’ or ‘DD’ cup as a reminder of what she had forced me to become. But I wanted to be just a ‘C’ cup because I was never attracted to women with huge boobies. I also guessed that over time, extremely big boobies would be extremely uncomfortable. Anyway, my doctor sized me up for a ‘C’ cup but it is extremely difficult to guess how much additional breast growth you will have as you continue on female hormones and I suspect, or rather, I know that I am slightly larger than a ‘C’ now but not quite a ‘D’. I actually like my size now because I’d be lying if I told you that they don’t add to my allure.”

“Now that I’m finished with your toes let me help you step over to my table so I can start on your hands,” Wendy said as she offered her hand to Lisa as she slowly stepped down from the pedicure chair. “Now is breast growth the only effect of female hormones?”

“Not at all,” Lisa smiled, “when combined with anti-testosterones you also see a big change in your little peepee. Actually, the change is that your penis and your scrotum shrink. In addition, your ejaculate changes and becomes thinner and clearer as you are slowly neutered.”

“Do you mean that you are sterile?”

“Yes,” Lisa said, “I’m definitely sterile but I still have a little ejaculate come out when I orgasm. Also, I like to take a little Viagra or Cialis before my dates because so many of them, like I did, like to see a Tranny with an erection.”

“Oh, my God,” Wendy laughed, “I can’t believe I’m saying this but I’d love to see you with an erection.”

“Don’t think you’re the only woman who’s curious like that,” Lisa whispered, “About 20 percent of my clients are women. Frankly, I’ve come to enjoy both men and women so I guess you’d have to say I’m bi.”

“Do you think you were bi before all of this with Tessa?”

“That’s a difficult question and its one I’ve thought a lot about even before I changed. I mean when I was younger I was definitely only attracted to girls. But when I learned about the whole transsexual thing and then when I started visiting tranny escorts I became confused. What do you call a guy that likes being impaled by a tranny? I don’t think you can call them heterosexual.”

“Are you getting both a color and a cut today?”

“No, Sarah touched up my color last week so today I’m just having Judy style and blow out my hair so I look good for this afternoon.”

“Not to get personal,” Wendy began before turning red, “I mean how much more personal can we get, but are you and Tessa still married?”

“Well, the easy answer is yes because we never got divorced.” Lisa sighed. “But our relationship is a lot more complicated than that. I don’t have to remind you but she was really mad when she found out what I was doing a few years ago. She really wanted to hurt me and initially she did. Its one thing having to go to a doctor you don’t know and making up a story about always feeling like you are a woman but imagine saying the same thing to your mother and father; or your brothers and sisters. I was a pretty macho man and now I had to convince everyone that I really wanted to be a woman. Everything was so difficult at first; walking like a woman, changing my voice. It was so bad that Tessa forced me to go to a ‘Femininity’ coach because she thought I was carrying myself like a gay man instead of a woman. I was embarrassed beyond belief. I never wanted to turn out like I have; doing what I’m doing. My god, those first few months when she started me on hormones and electrolysis she’d always be bringing men home with her. And she told them exactly what she was doing to me. At first, she’d just take them into ‘our’ bedroom and just fuck them with the door open. But as I became more feminine she decided to add to the punishment. I remember coming home from my ‘Femininity’ coach one day and seeing her smiling with another man in our living room. ‘Honey, she said, I think today is the day that you begin the next step in your journey. Why don’t you come over here and meet Paul. I’ve told him what a good cocksucker you are and he said he’d like to have you suck his cock before we go back in the bedroom and fuck.’ So that started the next phase in my journey.”

“How often did this happen?” Wendy exclaimed.

“At least 4 or 5 days a week,” Lisa smiled. “And on days when she didn’t bring anyone home she would take me out to gay bars and make me give blow jobs to at least 3 or 4 men in the bathroom. I actually learned to enjoy it like we talked about earlier but I didn’t like the fact that when we were home Tessa was then taking them back to fuck them in our bedroom. I know it sounds strange but I still loved Tessa and I felt she was going too far.”

“Too far is an understatement,” Wendy hissed. But look how good you turned out. “I can’t believe she treated you like that. How come you seem to get along so well when I see you together now?”

“Well, it took a while, but eventually she stopped being mad at me. She actually freaked out and nearly lost it because she felt so guilty about what she was doing. I came home one afternoon and she was sobbing on our sofa. When I asked her what was wrong she couldn’t speak for nearly 15 minutes. But then she did and she apologized and begged my forgiveness. She told me that I could go back to being her husband; go back to being Jason. I didn’t know what to say. By then I had come to love being a woman but I didn’t know how to tell her that. I thought she wanted Jason back.”

“So what did you do?” Wendy asked as she applied the final protective clear coat.

“After calming her down, I just told her.” Lisa explained. “I told her that I wanted to continue living as a woman; that I loved being a woman. Strangely enough I was especially attracted to becoming an escort. It was weird telling her that I had really begun to enjoy having sex with men and I was really interested in topping men eventually.”

As she put my hands under the nail polish dryer, Wendy turned and whispered, “What do you mean by topping men?”

“Topping is what got me into trouble in the first place, silly,” Lisa laughed. “It’s when a tranny takes a man in his ass. It’s actually a lot of fun especially when they are newbies. I remember when I was young all the boys talking about popping some girl’s cherry and here I am now getting a chance, sometimes on a daily basis, on popping some guy’s cherry. You can’t imagine how empowering it is; how dominant you feel. At the same time, I really enjoy teaching my clients how to suck my cock. You can’t believe how embarrassed they get as I teach them all the finer points of cocksucking while telling them that it’s addictive and that once you start sucking cocks you want more and more.”

“Wow! I’d love to see you teaching some guy to suck you,” Wendy laughed. I hope she knows that I’m serious. “But what happened to you and Tessa?”

“Well, first off, you are welcome whenever you want to hide in my closet and watch me with my clients, although you’ll have to promise to be quiet even if and when you get excited. But back to Tessa, thankfully, she didn’t want me to change back to Jason. She agreed with me that I had become a better person as Lisa and she was thrilled that I wanted to work as an escort. Both of us came to the conclusion independently that being an escort could be quite lucrative. Our relationship changed immediately. We became best friends again as well as spouses and lovers. Tessa continued to bring men home but it was more to help me learn the art of seduction and to share them with me as girlfriends. Our relationship has continued to blossom although we both occasionally like a little private time with a ‘real’ man. I’m sure you’ll agree but there’s nothing like the feeling of being penetrated by a killer erection.”

“Honey, listening to you has me wanting to try some things that I haven’t yet but I agree with you there is nothing like a rock-hard phallus inside of you. By the way, it looks like your nails are dry and Judy has been looking over here looking like she’s ready for you.” Wendy smiled. “I can’t wait to hear more about your adventures next week. Are you really serious about me hiding when you are with a client?”

“I’m perfectly serious, dear,” Lisa replied as she rose and gently hugged Wendy. “Maybe you could join Tessa and me for a little romp when my appointments over. Are you doing anything this Saturday around 5:00 in the afternoon? Here’s our address but you need to be there at 5:00 pm sharp.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything, Love. See you and Tessa this Saturday.”