Gwen, Meredith and I took the back stairway up to the third floor to the room I was going to be living in. When we got there Gwen opened the door and let me walk in first. The room was all bright colors and flowers. It was a very feminine room, what with all the stuffed animals on the bed and posters of both unicorns and nearly naked men.

College Girl
By poetheather

Chap 2

Gwen, Meredith and I took the back stairway up to the third floor to the room I was going to be living in. When we got there Gwen opened the door and let me walk in first. The room was all bright colors and flowers. It was a very feminine room, what with all the stuffed animals on the bed and posters of both unicorns and nearly naked men. On the opposite side of the room was an empty bed, dresser and a desk. Meredith disappeared as Gwen gave me the 50-cent tour, but she did return quickly with a bag weighted down with stuff. She set it down and pulled out a clipboard and a measuring tape. “Right. Okay Caitlin, I need you to undress so I can take your measurements. All the way to your BVD’s. I got a rough idea of your sizes when we first met but I want to be accurate.”

I nodded and undressed rather shyly. I had never been talked to this way by a woman before and it was odd. She handed the clipboard to Gwen who looked me up and down appraisingly. Meredith quickly and efficiently took my measurements and had Gwen write them down. She looked at me with a rather calculating eye. I felt like a bug pinned under her gaze. She looked me up and down slowly, checking the numbers Gwen put down on the clipboard. Finally she nodded her head, satisfied. “Well, your measurements aren’t bad. They are within the range of some women. I can work with them. Your hair is long enough that we can get it styled nicely. That will help frame your face well. I can get your colors later. I think we will get your hair dyed.”
She scribbled some as I stood there with my hands over my still mostly unchanged groin. “Uh…Meredith? Can I get dressed?”

“What? Oh…sure. Sorry.” As I pulled on my clothes she continued. “All right Caitlin let me tell you today’s schedule. We will drop by your friends place and get your stuff. Some of the other sisters are going to be coming with us if there are more than just a few bags. Then it is off to get your body hair removed. That appointment is a three and then after that we go to the hairdressers to get your hair styled. We will get you dressed after the hair removal appointment. You may not need it though. We’ll see. Ready?”

“Sure.” I didn’t feel that way at all.

Faster than I imagined I was being ushered into a plastic surgeons office. My stuff had been picked up and I had left a note to Becca. That was all I had had time to do. Now I was quickly ushered into a private room and told to undress completely. A slightly older woman came in and hugged Meredith. “Hi Sis, is this the one?”
“Yep. This is Richard, lately renamed Caitlin. She is going to be joining the Sorority, maybe.”

Meredith’s sister looked my body over carefully. “So, what do want to get done? I assumed legs, chest, abs, face and bikini area.”

“Yep. The works. Add the arms as well.” She smiled wickedly.

“Okay. So Caitlin, how often do you need to shave?”

“I’ve been waiting to. All I got is this really fine downy peach fuzz that isn’t even noticeable enough to shave.”

“Hmn. Interesting. Merri, he doesn’t need any treatments right now. Dressed right he would merely look like a tomboy or a really young lesbian. If we really wanted to go for permanent hair removal I would suggest the laser. On his…her skin it would work really well. If you wanted something done now I would suggest waxing. I got some ready.”

“Could you? Gwen and I needed to run a quick errand, as we thought he might be here a while. Please?” She batted her eyes at her older sister, giving her the cute puppy look.

“Fine. Leave Richard with me. I’ll take care of him. Besides, it will take a while to get him done with the wax. I wouldn’t want to give him a burn.”

“Okay. Caitlin, you be good and nice to my sister. Gwen and I will be back in about what? An hour?” Meredith’s sister nodded. “Bye Caitlin.”

With that I was alone with her sister. So looked at me and cocked her head. “So how did you manage to get yourself into this one?”

“Didn’t Meredith tell you?” I blurted out.

“Yep. But that still doesn’t answer my question. What motivated you to do this?”

“I thought it would be funny, at least to me.” I replied, rather embarrassed.

“Well, it looks like the joke is on you. So you are going to go through with all of this?”

“I guess so. If I quit I give them what they want and I got nothing out of it. So I might as well give it a go. I don’t see how it can hurt?” It was the best defense I could do at this point.

“Well, let’s get started.”

The wax was put on my body a section at a time and then torn off. After a ten-minute period she took a break and let me recuperate. In Meredith’s idea of a cute joke her sister had given me a cute heart shape for what was left of my fine pubic hair. Once she was done she had me rinse off in the shower. The warm water felt really different on my now bare skin.

After I got out I was given some body lotion. I rubbed it all over my body. The lotion was cool and made my skin feel silky. My body felt cooler. I had never been very hairy and I now I was even less so. My body was quite naked now.

Over an hour had passed while I was in the care of Meredith’s sister. Meredith and Gwen returned as I was running my hands over my now smooth skin. They both smiled as they watched me. Merri brought me back to reality however. “Caitlin? Richard?! Are you ready to get dressed?”

The question sounded innocuous, but in relation to my new femininely smooth body it began to occur to me just how serious these ladies were about this. I really got myself this time. I swallowed loudly. “Yes, I am.”

“Given the measurements, we bought you some things in your size. Only some. We’ll go shopping later. Now let’s get you ready.” Meredith reached into the bag she had brought from her room and pulled out a box and a tube of something. She opened the box and there were two flesh colored teardrop shapes. She reached in and pulled out a breast.

My eyes must have bulged a bit. I stared at the breast she held in her hand as she walked closer as if it were a snake. “What is that?”

“This, my dear Caitlin, is your right breast. I made them in one of my theatre make-up classes. When worn they are about as life like as can be made. They are attached with surgical adhesive. You can leave them on for several days at a time, shower, do sports, everything. They move like the real thing. I’m glad I still had these. They took me over a week to make and finish. The guy, who tested them for me played basketball, swam a mile, ran a mile and even had sex with them on. And they didn’t come off. Don’t worry about temp. They warm to your skin temperature in about twenty minutes. Now let me get them on you and smooth the edges.”

She applied the glue to the back of the breast and moved the skin of my chest, pulling it towards my sternum. The glue was cold against my skin as she placed the form and quickly adjusted it. She did the same with the other one and then smoothed out the edges with a little bit of makeup on her finger. The edges disappeared magically.
The new weight pulled me forward. I had some trouble standing straight as I was trying to compensate for new weight on me. Gwen pulled me up and rocked my shoulders back. It helped but the weight felt weird. Looking down and seeing two breasts, with dark nipples and areolas on myself was way beyond weird. Gwen tapped me on the shoulder, bringing me back to the real world. “Caitlin. These are for you.”

In her hand was a white bra and panty set, with just a little lace. The bra was a thirty-four B I noted with some dismay. This was all a little disconcerting. Gwen helped me get it on and set my breasts into it, adjusting it till it set right. The snug fit of the bra helped me keep my shoulders back and it did support me well. It felt really different. I had never worn anything like it. Then came the panties.
I pulled them up my smooth legs, but the bulge in front didn’t look quite right. Meredith and Gwen both tsked at me. “Caitlin, that doesn’t look right. You need to tuck your testicles up inside and fold your penis back and under.”

I did as instructed, pushing my testicles up into my body. The feeling was uncomfortable. Then I pulled my penis back under me and pulled up the panties. There was no bulge, only a smooth curve where the bulge used to be. I moved my hands over the now smooth area. Gwen coughed and I looked up towards her.

She was standing by a full-length mirror I had looked at my hairless self earlier in. I saw the new reflection of me. With my bare skin, breasts and tucked self I looked female from the neck down. My face was familiar, but my body was now a stranger. I looked away and Meredith and Gwen were smiling at each other. Gwen was the first to break the silence. “I really think this will work.”

Meredith chuckled. “Was there any doubt? I told you it would work. Now we need to get you dressed and do your face. Here put these on."

She handed me a knee length blue skirt, a white t-shirt decorated with blue and yellow flowers and a pair of blue flats. As I was pulling those on she got out a small tackle box and opened it up. She had me sit down after I dressed and pulled my hair into a ponytail as Gwen pushed my knees together. “Remember, you’re a girl now Richard. Try not to flash anyone.”

Meredith busied herself making me up, applying all sorts of things to my face. I was basically numb from all the changes wrought by this joke I had planned. It had definitely had been turned back onto me. She stepped back and appraised me. “Well, you look fine to me. Your lack of an Adam’s apple helps a lot. What do you think Gwen?”

“Merri, I would never have believed that you could turn a guy into a girl in just a few hours. That is just incredible. And she doesn’t look like she is really wearing any make-up.” Gwen replied hesitantly, peering at my face intently.

They both moved aside and now even my face was no longer familiar. Where I know I was sitting sat a young woman, very lightly made up and looking cute. My eyes widened in shock. I sat there staring at myself while the other two packed up. Finally the two ladies grabbed me and pulled me to my feet, dragging me out of the building, pausing long enough to say their goodbyes.

As we pulled out of the parking lot Gwen turned and looked at me. “You know Richard, you don’t look like a guy anymore so…I think you need to accept your new name and get used to it.”

“I’m going to try, but this has been all so sudden. This morning I knew who I was and now…? A new name, a new face, a new body. I’m a guy, a man, not a woman.” I sounded a little tightly strung as I talked.

Gwen reached out and took my hand in hers. “I think you will like being a woman. It will be different, difficult at times, but you will learn. And besides we will all be helping you. When we are done, you will be more woman than some females. If you don’t want to do this you don’t have to.”

I looked into her warm eyes and noticed that Merri was looking at me in the mirror. Her eyes smiled at me before returning to the road. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’m trying. It is just so different. But yes, I want to do this.”

Meredith chimed in at this point. “Great. Now lets get your hair and nails done.”
We pulled into the parking lot of the beauty parlor and went on in. We checked in and sat, while the woman who was going to style my hair finished with another customer. As we flipped through magazines of various haircuts Nadia leaned over and whispered. “Keep your voice soft and act shy. We’ll take care of everything. Trust us.”

This was good as I was slowly building up to a level of panic. I was sure people could see right through the clothes and the makeup and knew I was a guy. It didn’t matter that I could barely tell, I was sure they were much more astute.

Gwen picked out a style that kept my hair long, gave me bangs and was straight. Meredith looked at me, then at the picture and nodded. “This one can be turned into a lot of things: braided, pulled up, curled. Good choice.”

The stylist finished up and called us over. Gwen jumped in, obviously thinking quickly. “This is a friend of mine, Caitlin. You have got to save her hair. We thought this would be a good, basic style to start with. And then a French manicure. Anything to get away from the whole Goth look. No arguments from you Cait, you said you would wait until we were done.”

Meredith chimed in at this point. “And while you’re at it could you dye it red?”

The stylist clucked over me and washed and conditioned my hair. Her hands massaging my hair felt wonderful and much of the stress and shock left me as I began to relax. The warm water soothed my confusion. As she began to cut my hair I looked into my new face. There was confusion there to be sure but the sense of familiarity returned as I sat there and relearned myself. I looked different but I was still me. I answered questions non-commit ally in the soft, shy voice that Gwen had told me to use. Meredith and Gwen chatted with the stylist, fending off a wide barrage of questions.

Once she was done cutting she dyed my hair, painting on the color. My head tingled and itched a little as the dye did its work. Fifteen minutes later she was washing it out and finishing up my hair.

I looked at myself, as my now even more feminine face looked back at me. How I looked really intrigued me and I wondered if I could learn to be a woman. All ready Meredith had taken a plain eighteen year old boy and turned him into a fairly attractive woman. What more could be done in time? I asked myself if I really wanted to keep going.

Soon the stylist finished up. As I refocused from my introspection I realized that there was very little masculinity left in my appearance. My once lifeless hair was softly curled at the bottom, just brushing my shoulders. My bangs hung just over my plucked thin eyebrows. Meredith had done her job exceptionally well. My face was still alien to me, what with the red hair and the new style and everything.

I was ushered over to a little table for my manicure. I sat through it in a daze. Soon my hands were graced with nails that were white tipped which made my hands appear to be delicate. I knew they weren’t, but my eyes deceived me again. After this we were on our way out and back to the house.

“Well Caitlin, like your hair and nails? I hope so. This day cost me a fair amount.” Teased Meredith.

“I’ll pay you back. I get a stipend from my inheritance and I have a gold card, which I’ve barely used. So paying you back shouldn’t be difficult.” I smiled as I said that, trying to keep my voice soft.

“That will make the rest of the shopping easier. You need to get stuff for your room, clothes, jewelry, shoes, you know stuff.” Remarked Gwen. “That will be on the agenda tomorrow afternoon and for a while thereafter, as you definitely need to learn how to shop.”

“Meredith, I just wanted you to know that what you have done with me is incredible. I can’t even begin to imagine the difficulty in doing this.”

“It’s not that much Caitlin. I’ve been doing stage makeup since I was in high school. I went to cosmetology school for a bit to get that side of the makeup down. I learned the basics of prose tics from a good friend of mine who was into Fangoria magazine. The breasts and all the prep work to do were done for a specialty makeup class. I just took a few larger steps in getting you ready. The hair removal and having your hair styled was about the only modifications I made to my original plan. We still need to work on your figure, so aerobics and diet for you, so hopefully we won’t need any other padding. If we can keep you as really you as possible it will make it easier on you. And more believable in the long run.”

I nodded my head. “So what is next, in this transformation?”

“Well, after dinner we were going to pierce your ears and relax. Get to know the girls and for them to get to know you.” Responded Gwen. “It will take time, for you to be accepted by everyone, but it will happen. The sisters of the house all agreed to take you in, provided you did this.”

“I told Sandra that I would do whatever I had to to get in. I think I am proving that.”

“We’ll see. It will get harder.” Stated Meredith. “This is actually just the start of all of this. We are going to change you a lot by the time you are done with all of this. The physical part is just the fastest and the easiest.”

Gwen joined in after her. “You have a lot to learn to be a woman, Caitlin. There is how to talk, dress, act, and think. All sorts of little things. Time will be able to do that. You are in immersion learning now. That is why we did it this way. We are going to treat you like a woman in all ways that matter, save physical. You set yourself up for a difficult time with this idea of yours. You are in and this is all up to you now.”

“I’ll do what I can to learn all I need as fast as I can. I promise. I guess I really didn’t think all of this through.” I promised.

Meredith laughed at that. “Yes you did. You just didn’t expect that someone would call you on this and make you do it. You underestimated the sisters. And now you are being shown the error of your ways.”

This was getting interesting to be sure, but it was also very disturbing as well. I was a guy but they had effectively changed that in only a few hours. Visually I looked totally different. What would happen if I stayed with this?