It was sheer bedlam in the casino, a group had booked the whole casino and hotel for seven days straight, we are talking major money here. No info on the group was shared down at our level yet, but it was rumored they were major high rollers. The problem was quite a few employees were on vacation, something the casino allowed, in fact encouraged, right after the Christmas holiday. So the powers to be were down interviewing everybody to see who could work extra shifts to fill in the gaps.

I was an assistant supervisor of the waiters and waitresses, having served here the longest and being the most experienced of the group. In fact, I started as a waiter at the casino many years ago. My boss was doing the interviews, making sure anyone that had any free time was scheduled somewhere. Towards the end of the day we met to plan out a schedule to see how many positions we still had vacant. Three hours later we had a tentative plan, based on the fact of everybody showing up at the scheduled time.

Several maids got shifted to waitress duties, especially for the times the buffets would be offered. Some of the more experienced waitresses were chosen to be cocktail waitresses, just not in the main gaming areas where most of the special guests were expected to be.

We were still short in the main gaming areas, a situation that we could not allow. The cocktail waitress in this area often did more than just serve drinks. She consoled the losers, and hung on the arms of the winners encouraging them to play a little more, giving the casino time to win back what it had lost. Kind of a social butterfly, flitting from one guest to the other to keep everyone happy and content.

Their job was to do everything possible to keep the customer playing the games of chance, those duties ranged from giving a massage to the shoulders and neck of a guest to a kiss for luck or to soothe a substantial loss. The position required a keen sense of who to help and where they could be of the most benefit. To be skilled in flirting a prime prerequisite of the position.

If the casino guest was female a waiter would be called upon to perform the same tasks, but in those cases it was usually the female guest that noticed a certain waiter and motioned them over. Where as with the male guests any attractive cocktail waitress would usually suffice. When I say attractive I am implying gals that would be an eleven on a scale of ten in normal society. Heavy in the breast area, nice rounded hips and long hair either loose and framing the face or piled high up on their heads in curls.

One of our best cocktail waitress examples is Vicky, a blonde with hair to her waist, a 42/32/40 figure with killer breasts. She always sported long polished nails with nail art while her makeup was sultry and sexy all the time. With the standard cocktail waitress costume and the six inch heels there isn’t any male that could resist a look of lust at what she represented.

The rest of the girls were similar, at least a high ten if you had to rate them. Blondes the preferred hair color of most of them. It was a much sought after job by the gals, the tips they received often exceeding their wages most shifts.

Unfortunately for us Vicky was one of the ones on vacation, in Yucatan of all places. Cynthia was the next most experienced, but being a brunette, not the most popular of the cocktail waitresses with the guests. I did find out that Cynthia was scheduled to become a blonde, a sacrifice she was making for the good of the casino. Everybody seemed to be cooperating, realizing what a golden opportunity this was for themselves and the casino.

Mary my boss kept me after the meeting broke up, wanting to discuss some things with me. I stayed but deep down in my inner being there were alarms going off. She had me get a couple of soft drinks from her refrigerator over in the corner of her office and we got comfortable on her sofa.

She started the conversation mentioning the booking of the rooms alone was worth a third of a million dollars in revenue. One of the principal guests was listed on the official Las Vegas high roller list, an estimate of his gambling losses and wins totaling almost a million dollars a year. He owned several major shipping companies, both sea and trucking and depending on who estimated his total worth a billionaire at worse.

Several others in his immediate party also in that Fortune 100 grouping. The group as a whole was organized by one of his buddies, a week of luxury, shows and lots of gambling. There was so many people interested in joining the group they ended up turning down some, the hotel not having any more rooms available. Since the hotel had a little over three hundred rooms, a major feat. Of course, all members of the elusive group were of the male sex, for some reason the male of the species more likely to gamble than the female.

Mary asked how far my loyalty to the casino extended. I smiled and told her that I looked at my job as a career, not wanting to go somewhere else for more money or a better lifestyle. She had a proposition for me. One that would insure my future with the casino.

She slid over a picture of a female, very similar in looks to Vicky and asked if I recognized the female. I picked up the picture and knew immediately I was in deep do do. They had taken one of my pictures and photo shopped it, the male image changed to that of a female. Hair color now blonde, makeup and long hair flowing over my shoulders along with significant breasts.

The only way that I recognized it as a picture of me is the birthmark right below my right ear. This particular picture had the hair swept to one side allowing my ear and my tell tale birthmark to show. Most of the time I keep it covered up with some makeup, but whoever did the alterations to the photo missed it. I tried to play dumb, I am sure I will get roped into this somehow, but I was not going to make it easy for Mary. Hey, she is my boss and the smart one so let her earn her wages.

“I see you have found a new girl, does she have any experience at all or is she still green behind the ears.” Mary smiled. Now that we have that handled, I need you in female mode and in heels so that by the time you are needed you will be just the sexiest cocktail waitress supervisor we have ever had. I looked at her, wait a minute you haven’t even asked if I will do it, this is obvious harassment. She just smiled, if you are going to play games with me than I will assume you are on board, just wanting to wind me up.

You have an appointment in the salon in precisely fifteen minutes, so be on time. That is the Turnabout Gurl Salon in the west annex, I am sure you can find it. Then after your transformation you are in female mode till the guests leave ten days from now. Everything is paid for so all you have to do is show up. You can thank me later, if you excel in your new position I might even be persuaded to leave you as a cocktail waitress, with your new looks I am sure you will clean up financially, maybe even give Vicky a challenge as sexiest cocktail waitress.

Oh, I forgot to mention you are now known as Fawn, a buxom transfer from our casino on the east coast. Give me a hug, your future awaits. As I stood up I was in a daze, Mary had somehow turned this all around on me presuming I had agreed to this idiotic scenario and was just winding her up. She had half of it right, but got carried away with the other half. I did get the hug and she assisted me to the door, well shoved me out the door to be more precise, pointing me in the direction of the west annex.

I stumbled along in that general direction, not realizing until I was standing in front of the salon that I had made it to my salon appointment. Still on autopilot I walked in and gave them my name, a puzzled look from the receptionist then I remembered that I was now to be called Fawn. Well that was the magic word as several of their stylists came forward, helping me back to a treatment room. Before I could figure out what to do or ask about I was naked and permission slips were slid in front of me to sign.

I have no idea why I signed them, my mind was still back at Mary’s office and her telling me that I needed to convert to the female sex and become a cocktail waitress. I presume any logical thoughts were impossible so I signed and was soon up on a table being stripped of any body hair. From there things seem to escalate, ears pierced, with my nails now extended and polished.

Then an intimidating machine was wheeled in and large cups were glued to my chest right above my nipples. Hoses hooked up to the cups and the pump turned on pulling any excess flesh into the cups, the start of my soon to be breasts. From the size of the cups I will be giving Vicky some serious competition in the breast department.

With the pump on the machine humming away my chair was leaned back and my hair was worked on. First task seemed to be coloring my hair, as a paste was spread over my roots, then worked into the rest of the hair. While the coloring was processing several bundles of long blonde hair were brought in and hung on a small table next to my chair. From the light blonde color of the extensions I will definitely be classified as a blonde, even maybe a little ditzy since blondes of that lighter color tend to be at a disadvantage IQ wise.

Since I am sitting in the salon allowing them to convert me to the female sex, I might have to agree with the low IQ premise associated with that hair color. To think I had allowed myself to get roped into this when my hair was brunette in color. My IQ must be pretty low initially, now being turned into a blonde I am sure it will fail to register anything on the IQ scale now.

Once the hair coloring was finished and my hair again dry they started adding in the extensions. I had stupidly let my hair grow the last year, its length now to my shoulder blades, frequently worn in a low ponytail when working. Now with the extensions there would be little doubt of my gender, since very few males had hair below their shoulder blades.

From what some of the other waitresses had said extensions tied in like they were doing to my hair were almost permanent until the hair they were tied to fell out naturally. Maybe Mary was serious about me staying as a cocktail waitress after this current scenario plays out.

It took them five hours to get all the extensions tied in to my hair, a look at the image reflecting in the mirror in front of me was surreal. It seemed like my hair was twice as big as before, the volume of it much more than I had previously possessed. Then we have the length, the tips of my extensions coming down to my waist.

Other than how I look now with the extensions, I knew taking care of this new hair would be quite a feat, in my case I can see myself in the salon quite often. A better way to deal with my new mass of intimidating hair.

With the breast machine still sucking my soon to be breasts from my chest, they started applying makeup to my face. The tech explaining it was semi-permanent lasting for up to six months, with only a touch up needed to keep the color fresh and kissable. Not sure that is what I wanted to hear.

It is sounding more and more like this masquerade was going to be for the long term, not just for the present group of high rollers. I need to confront Mary on this and find out why I am being prepared for the job like it was to be my long term job with the casino.

Stopping and thinking about all of this I might have waited too long already, breasts, hair, makeup and no telling what else already making me appear as a member of the female sex. A member that can’t just take everything off and return to the male gender that easily.

After the makeup was finished it was another hour before the breast machine was finished with its task. As the cups were unhooked from the machine they quivered some, acting just like real breasts would. I closed my eyes, hoping that when I opened them again things would be like they were before, but the hair laying on my back and shoulders, the taste of the lipstick on my lips and the quivering masses on my chest were sure to keep that from happening. The mirror that had been covered in front of me, now reflected my new image. An image of the new cocktail waitress working for the casino, Fawn is now amazingly real.

They were not through with me body wise, the proper feminine look was administered to my groin, my male member glued back between my legs and covered with a most realistic female looking appliance. It was explained to me that I needed to sit to pee now, just like a female, and of course apply the proper sanitary items when it was my time of the month.

That last statement got one of my you have got to be kidding looks, but the tech performing the procedure simply handed me a tampon and showed me how to use it. It felt more than a little weird as it slid inside of me, but the hardest part was getting used to seeing a string hanging from my new slit, a definite indication of the new body I now occupied.

Some clothes were next, brief and sexy as befitting a cocktail waitress. I swear that most of my body was on display, the cute cropped tee and the barely visible short shorts the only clothes I was allowed other than a pair of sky high heels. It was as I was heading up to the front of the salon I realized I was not given panties or a bra. Still in a daze I made it up to the front of the salon, to only come face to face with Mary, her megawatt smile from ear to ear. I was dragged from the salon, then down to the casino, our apparent destination.

I received a short review in flirting, then Mary and I wandered the floor, making our presence known and interacting with a lot of the customers trying their luck at the tables. We were not employees of the casino tonight, just two friendly ladies out for some fun and maybe meet up with someone special. That thought kept entering my mind as I flirted and kissed some of my admirers. Was I doing this for real? Surely what little common sense I might have possessed had left me some time ago.

Several hours later Mary suggested that we take a break, I agreed immediately, my feet sorely in need of some rest. Mary treated me to a nice meal in one of our better restaurants, my stomach and feet most appreciative for the nourishment and being able to sit down for awhile.

Then the next revelation, I will be staying in one of the casino’s apartments so that I can maintain the role, leaving no chance to escape to my own apartment and my former male existence. As if that would change anything.

The casino had purchased an apartment building nearby a few years ago, allowing the female employees a place to stay close to work and at a reduced rental. Quite a few of the cocktail waitresses took advantage of the offer, since the more time they worked the floor, the more money they made in tips. Living close to work allowed them to spend a few more hours at work, eliminating the daily commute.

Mary had seen to my accommodation, taking away any chance I might have had to slip back into my previous male existence. Of course the breasts, and my lack of anything resembling a male penis had pretty much accomplished that already.

She went with me to see my new apartment, I am sure she just wanted to be sure I was settled in before she left for home. She did gather up my keys for my old apartment and my ID, credit cards and cash before she left. I was told I could eat at any of their restaurants and buy whatever else I needed at one of their boutiques just by signing my name. I quickly thought of how thorough she was, the boutiques at the casino only offered clothes for the female. Of course, any beauty needs would be handled at the salon.

She made sure I was not mad at her for all she had done, then I got a passionate kiss and she left, making sure I knew my first shift started at one in the afternoon. Since it was now two in the morning, that did not leave much time for sleep. I really could not be mad at her, she has been a great boss and we have become quite good friends, maybe a little more than that judging by the kiss I received as she left. That kiss definitely left me in a quandary.

I tried out the bed, it was pure heaven, making me not want to get out of bed to get undressed. I did manage to shed my clothes, then peeked into my closet. I saw only the uniforms for our cocktail waitresses in our standard array of colors. At the bottom of the closet, way too many pairs of heels, none with a heel height less than four inches. The six inch heels were the majority though, a requirement for a cocktail waitress. No other dresses, skirts, or blouses hung on the closet rod, not even a single pair of pants. In the dresser I found a nightie, although it felt better to have it on than naked, there was not much difference.

A note hanging on the bathroom mirror reminded me to use a moisturizer cream all over my body before I went to sleep, and a special moisturizer in the gold bottle on my face. What they had told me about my makeup was true, the cream did moisturize my skin but not one fleck of makeup was removed from my skin. That being completed I sunk back into the bed and was soon sound asleep.

The alarm was persistent, although I do not remember setting it before I crawled into bed. The breasts did cause a change in my sleep configuration, my old way of sleeping on my stomach no longer feasible, much less comfortable. I slid out of bed, staggering to the bathroom, my nipples getting rock hard in the process since it was cool in the room. I used the facilities, flushed, then stood in front of the bathroom mirror and stared at the image before me.

I decided to skip any shower this morning, my mind probably not able to handle soaping up my breasts or vagina, gawd even thinking about it made me sprout a million goose pimples.

I shed the nightie, then dressed in the uniform of my new job, trying my best to get the uniform to cover more than it was doing. The stockings were probably the worst, as they slid up my legs I could swear I was becoming wet down there. The bra was a joke, two small patches of fabric and three pieces of lacy elastic was all there was to it. The rest of the uniform was a gauze/lace concoction that covered up just enough to keep us from being classified as strippers, but left absolutely nothing from being seen. Even though I was dressed my nipples were standing out a mile, and hard, so hard I could feel them ache to be touched.

I debated grabbing something to eat, but decided against it, my nerves already on edge, I didn’t need a queasy stomach on top of everything else. The salon was next on my schedule, way too much hair to deal with and not the slightest idea of what to do with it. I did manage to get a brush through it, so I didn’t look like death warmed over as I made my way to the salon.

The gals at the salon were waiting for me, huge smiles greeted me as I entered the salon. My hair was handled promptly and they made a few adjustments to my clothes, then glossed up the appropriate areas of my makeup. New earrings this afternoon, a bracelet that kept sliding up and down my wrist, and a necklace that settled comfortably in the cleavage of my uniform. As I made my way up front to check out who did I find waiting for me?

Yep, Mary was all smiles as she grabbed my hand and we made our way to the casino. Incidentally she was dressed as a cocktail waitress too, doing her part to fill in. She informed me that a few of the honored guests had showed up early, so we had our work cut out for us. As we entered the main casino, there seemed to be wall to wall people. I glanced at Mary, she just smirked then stepped up to a couple of the gamblers playing twenty-one.

So I guess my new job has already started. I found another table of enthused gamblers playing poker and squeezed in between a couple of them. When one of them looked up at me I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then a shoulder rub. He grabbed me when I kissed his cheek, but I twisted loose pointing to his cards, and he resumed his interest in the game. I did pretty well for the first hour, then realized I had become pretty popular. Several of the gamblers that I had flirted with were calling my name wanting me to join them again, since when I was around they seemed to be winning.

I did get grabbed often, with a few drinks in them they wanted more than just a shoulder massage or a peck on the cheek. I did experience several passionate kisses, tongue included and had more than my fair share of breast fondling. I tried to minimize the contact and passionate kisses, but couldn’t just slap them and walk away. So a lot of twisting and turning, then my finger waving about telling them no no. Five hours later the second shift of waitresses came in and we got a break for awhile.

This time I was the one to grab a hold of Mary and drag her to one of the restaurants. As we entered we were led to one of their banquet rooms where they had set up a buffet, for the employees. I did grab something to eat, mostly food that might replace some of the energy I had expelled earlier. I did watch what I drank, knowing that the more I drank the more I would be making visits to the little girls room.

I nibbled on my food, Mary sitting across from me watching me carefully. I had lots of questions for her, but not sure where to start. After several minutes of silence she decided to take the lead, explaining what she had planned with regards to me.

Let’s face it you turned out much better than I expected. Vickie has lost her title of sexiest cocktail waitress, that honor solely yours. The way you handled yourself the last few hours just proves that you were wasted in your old job. As far as the casino and myself is concerned you will be a cocktail waitress from now on.

I will see to the disposal of your old apartment, you can stay at your company apartment rent free as long as you work here. Now to add to all these revelations after the high rollers leave I am being promoted to head of personnel for the entire company, this leaves my current job vacant. I have already turned in the paperwork for you to replace me at this casino. You can still work your shifts as a cocktail waitress, then in your spare time handle any personnel problems as needed.

I don’t want you swayed by any sweet talking high rollers, as they try and seduce you or drag you away from us. I have purchased a chastity belt especially for you and placed it in your room. I will be by later to help you into it, and to make sure it fits you properly. I intend to keep the key, since I have a personal interest in preserving your virginity.

Other than when I am on the other coast I have the adjoining room to yours, so I will be able to make sure you remember who loves you and who will see to your sexual needs. No need to thank me, but I would like to exercise my stake in you, so close your eyes and pucker up.

I felt her lips on mine and her tongue entering my mouth. Her hands were playing with my nipples and I quickly started moaning as her body pressed up against mine. The fondling lasted forever, when she finally backed away I was out of breath and panting.

The chastity belt fit way too snugly, it taking Mary almost an hour to get me into it properly. When the lock clicked I swallowed hard, but soon was moaning as her lips attacked mine and my nipples became rock hard. After I was assaulted for the second time today, we lay on my bed holding each other tightly.

I thought of what I had become, happy to be a sexy flirtatious cocktail waitress now. A life so special and diverse and a lover who simply adores me.

© 2016 thru 2025 by Francesca

Dressed in my feminine finery, I stepped out on the deck. The cool days of autumn making it almost pleasant here in the desert southwest. My family and I live here, a few miles south of Phoenix, near the mountains that frame the valley.

I am alone in the house, parents vacationing in Europe at their retirement villa, and my older sister working till the wee hours of the morning. This is her month to do the night shift, although she regularly rotates with the other Captains and the Chief. Sis is a Captain in the local police force, a suburb of the actual town of Phoenix, her degree in criminology and her work ethic getting her a premium position much earlier than most people.

I am sure her gender helped some too since the local constabulary has suffered through several scandals, mostly dealing with prostitution and payoffs involving their male officers. It is a job she likes and takes the position quite seriously.

With the house to myself, I indulged in my compulsion, hobby, whatever you want to call it. I dress in female clothes whenever I get the chance, in fact, I do a little more than just dress in the clothes. I am hoping to spend an evening laying on the deck staring at the lights of the city.

Tonight the outfit is an LBD, which is way too short for me, but one that I loved none the less. Of course, all the appropriate lingerie including stockings attached to my corset.

As far as I knew no one in my family knows of my dressing, a secret I have gone to great lengths to keep. My shoes for the evening are a pair of stiletto pumps with five-inch heels, ones that I am quite comfortable getting around in, the straps over the instep and ankle keeping them secure on my feet.

I have set up a lounge chair on the deck and intend just to sit and watch the lights of the city blink off and on in the night sky. Since the house is in some of the foothills surrounding the valley we have a great view of the entire city and most of its suburbs.

I tasted the lipstick on my lips as I wet them, hoping that my thorough yet limited application of makeup is suitable for the evening. Although I had applied it often, I really have not had any formal training in makeup application. I could feel the weight of my lashes from the three coats of mascara that I had applied, causing me to blink more than I usually do. I often wonder sometimes about my sanity, at home alone and wondering if my makeup is satisfactory.

As I turned my head to follow a shooting star, I felt my chandelier earrings sweep over my neck. What a delicious feeling it made as it brushed my upper chest and neck. I know a normal female would not wear long dangle earrings to set on the deck, but I am not normal, in fact far from it as I am a member of the male sex.

I have known of the compulsion for years but do not often get the chance to partake of my hobby. I was planning to stay dressed until the early hours of the morning, my sister, not due home until after six A.M. A brief gusty breeze swirled across the deck making me shiver a little as it found its way up my dress. I twisted a little in the lounge chair trying to get comfortable when I heard a door slam.

I turned toward the house and panicked. My only way back into the house and safety is through the door that just slammed shut. I presume the wind blew it closed, but the reason is not important, the fact is I am trapped outside. I had carefully wedged the door to keep it open, but obviously failed miserably in that endeavor.

I quickly got up and headed to the door to check to see if it is truly closed and locked. The handle does nothing, my fate sealed in a most dramatic way. Our alarm system, something my sister insisted having installed automatically locks any door from the outside when shut. If you have the key card, it is a simple matter to use one of the terminals to gain access to the house. I didn’t have my card, so I am totally screwed.

I head down the stairs to the driveway, to check the back door, hoping for a miracle, but it too is locked securely. I tried a couple of the first-floor windows, but they too are similarly secured shut. I panic big time, tears coming to my eyes, for the world seems to be conspiring against me at this moment.

I feel desperate now, I have to get inside before I am found like this, my secret sure to be exposed, my fate sealed. Figuring that my sister and my parents will have nothing to do with me when my hobby is revealed, I try every window I can, to find some way into the safety of the house.

When panic takes a hold of a normal person, rational thought usually disappears. In my troubled mind, I rationalized that the only solution is to break a window and get to a keypad in the house then punch in the code before the police are summoned.

Now most sane people can see a lot of things wrong with that approach, but since I am not using many brain cells, none of them entered into my irrational thoughts tonight.

My addled brain found a rock near the house and I broke a window. I used the rock to move the broken shards of glass aside, opening the aluminum window frame to gain better access to the house and jumped up to push my way into the house. My dress caught on the lower edge of the frame on an alarm sensor, and I am hung up.

As I desperately wiggle to free myself from the window frame, to my horror, the empty aluminum frame comes crashing down on my back and pins me there.

Oh, shit and several other expletives run through my brain, but the sad fact is I am caught, my hands and arms stuck inside the house, unable to twist enough to reach the frame. The rest of my body is dangling outside two feet off the ground unable to reach any ground to stand on, to help my situation.

I hear sirens in the distance, time is running out for me, I try again to do the impossible trying to reach back to move the window and gain freedom. My choice of clothing is not helping any as the corset holds my body rigid and unresponsive.

My tears are now flowing freely; my world is coming apart rapidly, and there is nothing I can do to stop it. I hear the squad cars turn off their sirens as they come down our street, and then I hear doors opening and closing as the officers’ check out the house.

It doesn’t take them long to make it to the back of the house and find me. My fears are real, and they are right behind me. I hear female voices, both of them approaching me from behind. I am told loudly not to move, stay perfectly still as they approach me.

I hear one of the officers call it into the station, a supposed burglary and the suspect apprehended. Then I recognize the officer, Cindy a longtime friend of my sister Marcy is quiet for a minute then asks to speak to the captain.

Oh God no, this is all I need to be arrested and found out that I am male before I even get released from that damn window. The other officer gets the window up and pulls me backward through the open frame and pushes me up against the wall. My hands are pulled behind me, and I am handcuffed.

I see Cindy talking to the station, presumably my sister, but she is far enough away from the house that I can’t hear what is being said.

After being handcuffed, Cindy sends the other officer to another call, taking me back to her patrol car and placing me in the back seat. She leans down and attaches the leg irons, a new state law requiring all suspects to be securely fastened for transport in a patrol car.

In heels and with my hands handcuffed I am not sure I could get far if I were to escape. She closes the door leaving me secured in the back seat of the car and proceeds to take several photos of the crime scene.

I had tried to tell the officer that handcuffed me that I lived there, but it fell on deaf ears, the fact that I had broken a window and got caught in the frame discounting the fact that I lived there. I have no ID on me, and no one let me retrieve any before I was placed in the patrol car.

Crime scene sure fits the bill, it being a crime for me to be caught trying to get back into the safety of the house. I am in the car for way too long; I guess Cindy is waiting for Marcy to arrive. I finally see her patrol car pull up to the house as she gets out and talks with Cindy. Every so often she looks my way but continues the conversation with Cindy. Once Marcy arrived, I decided to say very little, lest I suffer the consequences of Marcy’s temper.

She disappears around the back of the house, presumably seeing what window had been broken to get access to the house. As she came back around the house, I see her talking on her phone, probably the alarm company filling them in on the attempted break-in. After the call, she heads in my direction, opens the rear door and asks me “just what in the hell did you think you were doing. Talking about stupid, you have just used a year’s worth of dumb tonight.”

“Cindy will take you in and book you, plan on staying the night in a cell, then when I get off in the morning you and I will have a long chat. Make up your mind now that you will be telling me everything about why, how long, and where you got the clothes and makeup. Keep your mouth shut at the station, tell them nothing and definitely no names.”

“Do I make myself clear?” I stuttered yes. “Make that your last word until I get you in the morning. I have to find a way to keep this out of the news, or you will be plastered on every paper in town.” She called Cindy over, and I am driven to the station.

It is the first time I have been arrested, and believe me; I hope it is the last. I am stripped, searched thoroughly including body cavities. I received a pink jumpsuit to wear, did I mention that is all I received to wear, no panties, no underwear, nothing. I am photographed from several different angles and fingerprinted. With the makeup and wig, I doubted that I looked much like a male in the pink jumpsuit. Funny though, at no time while I was being searched was any mention made of my male sex.

Next stop is an interrogation room, and many questions are asked, none of which I answered. I am charged with breaking and entering with intent to steal. I can’t believe this is happening to me.

They called a lawyer for me, but I didn’t talk to him either so I am placed in a cell in the back of the station. It turned out to be a long night; the jumpsuit is far from being comfortable, the mattress on the cot had some strange odors, so that didn’t help either. I am just thankful that I am in the cell alone and not sharing it with someone else.

Finally, some light began to peek through a window high up on the wall; maybe Marcy will get me out of this. Several hours more passed by, I am still handcuffed and in leg irons. Unfortunately also still in the heels since they do not furnish footwear for the prisoners.

A prisoner, that thought will be with me for quite some time to come. The crying that I did earlier in the night has pretty much dried up, but the reality of the situation has just begun to sink in.

I will have a record now, doomed in the future for a lot of things that I might have wanted to do with my life. Cindy came to get me, unlocked the cell and took me back up front. I am taken out to a patrol car and placed inside, still cuffed and in the pink jumpsuit.

Cindy heads for my house, not saying a word as she drives there. In the driveway, she opens the back door of the squad car and helps me out of the vehicle. I am helped to the back door of the house and escorted inside after she uses a key card to open the door. I do notice that the window I broke has been repaired sometime during the night or early morning.

She leads me to the front room and over to the fireplace. She unlocks my handcuffs then raises my arms over a timber sticking out from above the mantle. They are snapped on again, and I am now stuck here until someone releases my handcuffs. I try to get Cindy to release me, but her only words are you got yourself into this mess, you have to live with the consequences. She leaves the same way she came in, with me standing there in my heels that are beginning to be quite uncomfortable.

Time seems to be standing still since I can’t see a clock I have no idea what time it is and how long I have been here. If Marcy is on time, she should arrive home no later than ten o’clock. I think about what I am going to tell Marcy, quickly deciding on the truth to keep this from getting any worse. I just hope that is adequate, and she believes me if she doesn’t I don’t know what I am going to do.

I hear the back door open and then later see Marcy walk towards me. She sits on the sofa and stares at me for a while, the pink jumpsuit still the only clothes on my body. She clears her throat and tells me to start at the beginning and do not leave anything out. I ask her to release me, but she sees no problem with me as is until I finish telling her my side of the story.

I do start at the beginning and tell her everything, from when I first dressed borrowing some of her clothes and Moms. It is over an hour, and I finally get to last night, telling her how I figured I could get to a keypad before the police were summoned. She laughs, suggesting that my hair color should be blonde, not brunette.

I look down at the floor; my emotions are drained, and I feel so empty. I again ask to be released, but Marcy wants me to suggest a punishment suitable for my escapade. I figure I have been punished enough already, being booked and kept in a cell overnight. Marcy thinks it is just a wake-up call for me; you have been real lucky and last night proved it. If I didn’t work there, you would still be in jail, and probably on the front page of every paper in town.

I knew she is right, but surely what I experienced is enough of a lesson, to make future excursions non-existent. She heads to the kitchen, as she needs to make a few phone calls, telling me not to go anywhere. An hour later she wanders back into the living room, telling me that I need to listen. What she is offering is not a choice, but what I will be doing for the next few months whether I like it or not.

“I have arranged some appointments for you, taking up most of today and tomorrow. You like to dress up, so be it. Nathan is taking a vacation to Europe, and Natalie has graciously decided to stay with me.” When the salon is finished, you will truly be a Natalie for the foreseeable future. I start to protest, but Marcy holds up a finger to silence me. It is not your decision, but you will abide by it.

She removes my leg irons and places one of those cuffs that are trackable around my right ankle. According to her after my transformation, she will remove it too. As she unlocks the handcuffs, she warns me that if I try to escape, I will be locked up again in the general population and left there. She will see to it personally. I am led to the downstairs bath, and the jumpsuit is removed. It is replaced with a pink sweat suit and a different pair of heels. No underwear, just my naked self. I am led out the door and placed in her car.

The short drive to whatever she has in store for me is in silence; she obviously is still quite upset, and I am puzzled by her actions and my humiliation on what has transpired in the last few hours. When we arrive at a salon, she faces me and tells me that I am expected, tell them that Natalie is her for her appointment. Do not cross me; the ankle bracelet is registered to a convict that is considered armed and dangerous. If you are caught out of the salon with it, things will not be pleasant as you are arrested.

I will be back at eight tonight to pick you up and take you home. I have deactivated your driver’s license and credit cards, you either toe the line or you will suffer the consequences, most likely things that are not what you expect. I gingerly get out of the car and walk to the front door. Marcy is scary enough to have impressed the need to do exactly as she requests.

As I walk into the salon, I am greeted by the receptionist, after telling her that I am Natalie here for my appointment a stylist is walking toward me. I look at her, then gasp, it is Victoria, a former girlfriend from high school. Now I know that the stars have aligned to ruin my life totally. I stare down at the floor, but she grabs my hand and leads me to her treatment room. Inside she asks me to take off all my clothes and lay down on the table.

She prepares some cloth strips and stirs a pot of something hot on the nearby counter. She asks how I have been, being especially nice in her phrasing of the words. I asked her what all has been planned for me, seeing that she had a card with my name on the top, the name Natalie, not Nathan is printed on the top. She looks at the card, then as casually as she can muster, you have been scheduled for the full transformation by your sister. By tomorrow night, you will be as feminine as I am.

I started to cry, but males don’t cry so I attempted to stifle the tears. Victoria sees the tears, telling me that it is alright to cry, it helps to relieve the tension and anxiety. She gently holds me as I cry, I have made such a mess out of my life, and any choices that I may have had, are vanishing. Here I am her former boyfriend naked as a baby and scheduled to be transformed into a female. Things can’t get much worse for me.

She gently lies me back on the table and spreads some warm substance over a portion of my leg. Then places a cloth strip over the area and yanks. I start to reach down to soothe the area but catch myself.

I am being waxed to remove what little body hair I might have been able to grow in my eighteen years on this planet. She asks if I want to be restrained, some of the areas are more sensitive than the leg and can be quite painful. I silently nod my head, a couple more hours restrained will not be a big deal. She fixes straps on my wrists and ankles and a strap around each knee to keep me somewhat rigid.

Over the next hour, she methodically removes every hair on my body except what is on top of my head. It did get easier until she got to my groin. I asked why there, she just smiled. “I have to fix an appliance there to give you a vagina, and it needs to be applied over hair free skin. I suddenly realized how far my sister is going to carry this punishment, or whatever she wants to call it.

The groin is indeed painful, the tears freely falling from my red and swollen eyes. Victoria has been unusually quiet through all of this; I am sure she doesn’t know what to say to a former boyfriend that is being transformed into a female. After she has eliminated my eyebrows, I tell her that it is okay to kid me, I have made this mess that I am in by myself, so I can take any comments that she might make.

To my surprise, she wanted to know the circumstances of my quote mess. I tell her the full story, since she will be doing my full transformation, I can’t imagine anything I tell her to cause me more trouble than I have already suffered.

She listens attentively to my story, and only then do I realize that she has tucked my male equipment away behind the two soft lips of a vagina. I start to say something; she just smiles informing me that she used a numbing spray so that I wouldn’t feel anything.

Talking about a different feeling down there, this has to be the ultimate change. Looking down past my stomach I see a flat front with two soft sensuous lips highlighted by the smooth hairless skin surrounding them not what I have been used to seeing. I feel a few tingles; I guess the spray is wearing off but am instantly aware of how this changes everything. I dressed completely quite often as a female, but afterward, I could always retreat to my male persona. Now that male character is gone, the vagina and soon boobs will change all of that. The impersonation will be 24/7, not just when I feel the desire to do so.

Speaking of boobs, that is Vicky’s next project. She moves a scary machine in, with me still strapped to the table, and makes adjustments to the cups hanging down from the machine. She adds some blob that matches my skin color and lowers the cups so that they are directly over my nipples. The cups are secured with a medical adhesive and I gasp as she turns on the machine and it starts sucking my skin into the cups. After the cups are half full, the machine starts pulsating first sucking, then relaxing, to start sucking again shortly thereafter.

I wonder about the machine’s changes to my body, but I get the impression that one way or the other I soon will be a female in appearance including some significant appendages on the chest. From the size of the cups with my flesh being sucked into them, I would say that well-endowed might be an appropriate description.

As the machine is working on my pectorals, Victoria starts on my nails. It seems to take quite a while for her to turn my chewed, dirty nails into something a little more human. My dressing never took into consideration my nails; it was mainly clothes, lingerie, and a little makeup. With the manicure completed, the polish is next after a conditioning base coat. Pink Candy Delight is the color de jour today, three coats followed by a glossy sealant. My fingernails are just past my fingertips, but the color really makes them pop. I am not that hip, but I always wanted to say that in a conversation. Ten toenails later the look is consistent with both my feet and hands.

As she fusses with my ears, I am afraid that earrings are in my future. Sure enough, she takes a marker and marks each ear. If the touch of the marker is any indication more than one hole in each ear is a definite possibility. As she takes the piercing gun in hand three holes in each ear appear, two in the lower lobe and one in the cartilage near the top of the ear. As the second ear gets its studs, I wonder how much this is going to affect my future as a male, if there is to be any future in the male gender. Males do get their ears pierced, but usually not three in each ear.

I am sure the appliance attached down below can be removed eventually, but the breasts being sucked from my body, probably not so easy to make go away. When out on the deck in my feminine finery, I doubted that my intention was to stay as a member of the female sex indefinitely.

I wondered about my sister’s reaction to my dressing and eventual arrest figured into all of this. It is not a subject that I want to bring up and discuss any time in the future. Then there are my parents, liberal in some things, but their son dressed as a woman probably beyond their ability to cope. If my escapade makes any press or even just talked about around the neighborhood, I doubt they will support me in any way.

Too many people know them, and their reputation in the city has been pristine until this latest debacle from me. I began to wonder what sis has done to minimize any impact on the family. She has not said anything to me about what happened, just that I go through this procedure, not giving any resistance to anything done to me. I can’t see her going farther with my dressing, but that seems to be what is happening. Maybe she will calm down enough to tell me my fate, and what she has planned for me.

Vicky next works on my hair, shampoo, and then conditioner, followed by a cut to turn my longish locks into more of a feminine hairstyle. Extensions are the first thing on the agenda for tomorrow, but I need to have a female look for tonight. The tongs of the curling iron wrapping around sections of my hair turn the straight tresses into curly springs.

As she turns off the pump on the breast apparatus, my cups are almost full, way bigger than any forms I have worn in the past. The hoses are detached from the cups, but the cups are left on filled with my excess chest material so that the tissue can stabilize. They will eventually dissolve themselves leaving only soft breast tissue in its place.

After releasing me from the table, I try to stand, the weight of the breasts almost toppling me forward. She picks up a corset from the side table, a lot heavier and sexier model than the cheap one that I often wore at home.

It finds its way around my waist and then the front busks are hooked. It has partial cups that are nestled underneath the breasts and extends to the top of my thighs. I imagine I will not be able to do much when this is cinched up. She starts pulling on the laces, tightening them more and more. I am asked to grab a bar that is slightly over my head then she hits a switch that raises the bar until I am standing on my tiptoes.

That action allows her to tighten the corset some more, but when she puts her knee in the middle of my back to get extra leverage, the last of the slack is removed from the laces. I am told to release the bar, but as my arms come down the pain shoots through me. Vicky suggests that I raise my arms again and then slowly lower them over the next twenty minutes. That will allow the tissue that is squeezed out of the corset to settle and find a spot that will not cause as much pain.

I am helped back onto the table, lying on my back, not comfortable but also not causing pain. Makeup is next some mascara, eyeliner, rouge, and lipstick. Tomorrow she will match some foundation to my skin color, and remove the few faint signs of a beard permanently.

A spray is used to set the makeup after I have closed my eyes, and then I am helped up. The forms are checked, they are already somewhat flexible not rigid like they were when the machine started. My breasts easily fill the cups of the corset and more. I am fascinated since I can feel them touch the inside of the cups of the corset, even through the remaining forms. These will definitely require some getting used to.

According to Vicky, the corset will be a part of my clothing for at least four weeks, a new smaller corset to be changed into after two weeks. I am helped into a dress, a simple A-line with a full skirt and heels added to my feet. They have an ankle strap and four-inch stiletto heels with a bow at the vamp of the shoe. The dress is a shade of pink and the heels are ivory with a pink bow.

Somehow pink seems to be the color choice of all my clothes. Marcy more likely the reason for that color to be used. According to Vicky, I am ready for my debut, and she removes the cover over the mirror. All I see is a young female with way too much bust and a super thin waist. There is not a hint of Nathan in the image; he is now MIA.

I am led up to the front reception and told that my sister will be by shortly to pick me up. I try to sit to wait for her, but the corset discourages any such action vehemently. Fifteen minutes later Marcy comes into the salon to get me. She walks right past me to reception asking if Natalie is finished yet. I tap her on the shoulder and say that I am ready. I do get a funny look from her, and then she grabs my hand and leads me to her car. Apparently, the change in my appearance is enough to keep my sister from recognizing me.

The heels are giving me a little trouble, but each step becomes a little easier. With the corset and the short steps that I am required to take because of the heels, I feel my butt swaying a little. I manage to get into the car, butt first and then swing my legs in. The corset though is affecting my ability to sit comfortably, definitely an uneasy situation. Marcy stops me and reaches down to release the ankle bracelet.

We drive towards the other side of the city away from our house, but I know enough to keep my mouth shut. She pulls up in front of a diner, one that the police frequently eat at; the food is reasonable, and the meals are more generous than most. I am led into the diner, and she takes me back to a private room used for parties and celebrations. She pulls out my chair for me then scoots it up when I am seated. The waitress shows up and sis orders for us. A couple of appetizers, and two glasses of iced tea.

She starts off with her plans for my future. She had me arrested and booked to keep that an option if I decided not to follow through. The records will be expunged if I do as I am told in the future. She had a judge set bail for me, and your savings have been used to post that bail. If you skip, that money goes to the bondsman. Hopefully, those conditions will convince you to cooperate fully.

Now as to your transformation. She paused as our order is brought out and continued when the waitress left. Your transformation is temporary provided you give the femininity a chance to see if that is really what you want. “This is not a game that you play when you want to, if you are a female, it is 24/7, boobs and permed hair can’t be taken off so you can have some boy time. That is why you will be living as a female for some time, to see if the real life of a female is what you want.”

“If you handle the experience half-assed, you will have to come up with the money yourself to reverse it. For the near future, I expect you to live and work as a female 24/7 till we see what your true desires are. That means total immersion, dating a male, shopping for clothes, housework, everything a female would do you are going to do also.”

She paused to eat some of the food; I nibbled a little but with the corset cutting me in two, the appetite is not there. The little bit I did have is very good, but there is nowhere to put anymore, the corset totally squashing my stomach. I did drink quite a bit of the iced tea, noticing lipstick marks on the rim of the glass. That right there stressing the degree of change that has transpired.

“Tomorrow the salon will finish your transformation, longer nails, extensions for your hair, a treatment designed to require you to wear heels to walk, makeup application, and some enhancements for your hips. Some of the makeup will be semi-permanent, and finally an adjustment to your voice, so you sound like a female.”

“The next day you start looking for a job, no help from me, the job needs to be where you can take the bus to and from, you will not be driving. I have had a resume made for you with references that can be checked and a state I.D. for verification of your identity. Starting now you will contribute to the household budget and be responsible for buying your own clothes and cosmetics.”

“I know this sounds harsh, but you do not realize the kind of trouble you could have brought down on yourself and our family. I think I have managed to stem any leaks, but we will not know for sure if all the holes have been plugged. I have told Mom and Dad; Mom is looking forward to meeting her other daughter, but as far as Dad goes Nathan is dead. He will eventually come around, but it will take a considerable amount of time for that to happen.”

“Now do I have your word that you will try and make a go of this, or do I need to return you to the jail.” I swallowed hard, but told her I will try, right at the moment I am scared to death. She grabbed me, holding me tightly in her embrace, I do love you and want to help, but when Cindy told me how she found you, I was real mad. It was noon the next day before I realized that if I had not allowed you to be arrested and booked, I would have probably beaten you within an inch of your life.”

“So much of what Mom and Dad have worked for, and what I have strived to obtain could have come tumbling down in an instant, all because of you. I looked at my feet, started crying in earnest, trying to mouth the words that I am sorry, so very sorry. Marcy held me tighter, whispering in my ear that everything will be alright now Natalie. Nathan has been sent away; he can’t cause any more trouble now.”

I guess my new existence as Natalie will indeed cause no trouble, dressing in female clothes and makeup is what Nathan wanted to do. Now Natalie can do that every day, and there will be no fallout. However, there can be no Nathan anymore, a vagina but more importantly, boobs make the appearance of Nathan an impossibility. As Nathan, I wanted to dress as often as I could get away with it, but now Natalie is going to be a 24/7 type of female. Nathan is no more, at least until Sis changes her mind, which I doubt will ever happen.

When we arrive home, I am told to go to the kitchen. As I arrive, I see my new resume, my state I.D. and a new key card for the house. Marcy informs me that this card is keyed only for me so that she can look on a computer to see if I am home yet. I am told I have a curfew now, 10:00 most nights unless I clear it with her in advance. Also is a list of weekly chores that Natalie is now responsible for, to be finished by Sunday of every week.

I am told to get ready for bed, there are wipes in your bathroom to remove the makeup, and the corset stays on until the four-week period is up except for baths. I head upstairs to my room, stopping and staring at the vision of my room when the door opened. The centerpiece in the room now is a canopy bed, with matching dressers and chest of drawers along with a vanity, all done in a French provincial white with a gold trim. I stare at where I will be staying now, definitely Natalie’s room now.

Quickly I checked the closet and dresser, all of my male clothes and shoes are gone. In fact, both are empty; I presume Marcy has donated them to some charity, another way to be sure that I comply with her wishes.

I enter and sit on the side of the bed to remove my heels. With the corset that was a feat in itself trying to reach the straps. I slipped off the dress as I stand again, then slip on the nightie conveniently left for me to wear. The sensations as the gown slides over my body send ripples of pleasure to every part of my body. When I took the time to enjoy my hobby as Nathan, I don’t remember any of these feelings or sensations.

I walked into the bathroom and tried to use the toilet. It had taken quite a while before the communication reached my hidden apparatus to finally let go and empty into the toilet. Then the fact that it seemed to spray everywhere, causing me to use more than a few sheets of toilet paper to wipe myself dry. You never seem to know how good you have things until they are taken away from you.

I used some cosmetic wipes and removed my makeup, then brushed my hair a little, with my new hair brush. I returned to the bed, slid the covers back and slid into the bed. The nightie on the sensuous sheets felt so good; then I discovered one of the disadvantages of femaleness, boobs. I usually sleep on my stomach, but the new endowments make that pretty much an impossibility.

I tried laying on my back, but it didn’t seem comfortable, then on my side, until one of my new titties fell out of the cup of the corset, so I slid it back in. The half cups on the corset are fine in supporting the weight when standing, but lateral movement is still possible. Very shortly after squirming around for a while, I decided on my back is the best option to prevent pinching of my new assets. I got up and retrieved one of the multitude of stuffed animals now in the room, a cuddly teddy bear and scooted back into bed with her in my arms. The plush toy had a cute ruffled skirt around her waist, definitely a female teddy bear.

Marcy checked on me, smiling when she saw the teddy bear that I had chosen to sleep with for comfort. She set down on the edge of the bed, telling me a little more about what is planned.

“You need to do as I ask so that we can see if there is more to this than you just dressing in female clothes once in a while. You have always been withdrawn, happy to be left alone, and reluctant to do something for yourself. Lots of opportunities have been given you, but you passed on all of them and missed a lot of chances to better yourself.”

“Maybe there is something in you that is wanting to get out and express itself. Even though I got so mad at you for your stunt, I want to help you find some kind of happiness in this world before you go out on your own. So I want you to experience some different parts of life to see if you are better suited to one of them. Since you dressed as a female that is where we will start. I do love you, but quite often your brain is left idling at the light as life passes you by.” She kissed me on the cheek, also Teddy and then left the room.

Sleep did eventually come to me, and fortunately, there are no bad dreams. The only thing I distinctly remember is the desire to be restrained in some way. I don’t know if it was a part of a dream or just random thoughts that my mind was processing. After the arrest, the booking, and the time in the cell, something in my mind snapped. Maybe snapped is too harsh a word, let’s just say that it isn’t as bad as it seemed, the feeling of being secure in my bonds almost pleasant in a weird sort of way.

At the breakfast table in the morning, things are still strained between Sis and me. My diet has changed, some fresh fruit and some juice is all that I am allowed. According to Sis, I have to lose about twenty-five pounds for my new gender. That will put me at one hundred thirty pounds, appropriate for my five feet ten inches in height, according to Marcy. The sweat suit again is the clothing for the day, no underwear again, and a ponytail for the hair.
I get in the car, and was then whisked off to the salon. Marcy informs me that I will be taken clothes shopping later today, then dropped off at the mall for an errand that I need to perform. After that is performed, I can call her on my cell phone, and she will pick me up. Tomorrow you start riding the bus and looking for work, no excuses.

As I enter the salon, Vicky leads me back to an office near the back and introduces me to Francine, the owner of the salons, here in town to visit and check on this salon. She is a very elegant lady who seems secure in her actions and beliefs. She asks me to tell her the whole story, from the start. She has already talked to Marcy and Victoria but wants to hear it from me. I sigh and begin my tale; now the shame seems to be less significant since more people know what has transpired to get me to this point. The shame might be less, but the embarrassment is still real and high.

When I finish the tale, she asks what I want to do with my life. I didn’t really know what I wanted, this current situation having taken over much of my brain thought process. She prods me a little more, wanting to know if college is a possibility, I tell probably not since I have never been able to apply myself to my studies.

In high school I am lucky to get a C in the class, art and sociology the only two exceptions where I managed a B. I did enjoy art, creating something with my hands is always enjoyable. I mentioned about Marcy’s requirement for me to get a job; I will probably have to settle for anything I can find to satisfy her. I guess Mickey D’s is a real possibility in my future.

Then Francine suggests that I work for her for a few weeks to see if I might fit in and enjoy it. It is only an entry level job, but can work into something else if I desire it to; that part is solely up to you.

It is minimum wage, and you can take the bus to and from, we would like you to join us, but you have to apply yourself 100%, or you will be gone in a couple of days. The job is not a charity offer, we think you have some potential if you work hard, but that has to come from you. Think about it as Victoria works on you today and see me before you leave to let me know if you are interested.

Vicky leads me to her treatment room, and I am stripped and placed on the table again. Two half casts are placed under my lower legs, and the straps are tightened forcing my leg into a position where I am standing on my tiptoes. She then injects a syringe full of chemicals into each leg. There is no pain, but I will now have to stand on my tiptoes to be able to walk. It almost seems that I can feel the tendons tightening in my legs, impossible you might say, but I have a bad feeling about this.

The table back is raised leaving me in a sitting position and Vicky access to my head. Hair extensions are next, quite long in a light blonde color. My hair is naturally light brown, so the extensions give it a frosted look. It takes her three hours to add all the extensions to my hair, and the finished look is definitely frosted. The lighter color, making my hair much more noticeable. The new length is mid shoulder blade, and it seems like I have twice the hair that I had before. It is so thick and luxurious that it seems to sparkle in the light of the salon. It also makes my face look smaller and rounded, increasing the female look of my head.

The table back is lowered again, and I am now lying flat on the table. With my legs still in the casts, she helps me turn over, and the dreaded suction machine is brought back in. Two larger forms are attached to the hoses and situated over my rear end. Significantly more of the blobby material is added to each form, and the machine is started. I just hope that the hip enhancements are not as showy as the breast endowments.

As the machine works its miracle on my hips, she brings a bottle of another liquid and a plastic syringe that she could get some of the liquid into my mouth while lying this way on my stomach. She adds a squirt to my mouth and has me swallow, then talk in a normal voice. On the third shot of the liquid, my voice seems higher, also a little more breathy. She waits and gives me another shot of the liquid, then asks me to say something again. This time, the voice that comes out is feminine, way too female in my way of thinking, but since I have no choice, I guess it will have to do.

I stutter out a question about my voice, hoping that it is only a temporary treatment, but Vicky replies that it is semi-permanent until the antidote is given. Her definition of semi-permanent is about a year. I close my eyes, surely this is all a dream, and I will soon wake, and everything will be as it was before.

Vicky pulls my arms forward where they are on the table in front of where I am laying. She moves her cart of nail polishes and accessories to the head of the table and starts on the extensions for my nails. After she has removed the polish, an acrylic extension is selected to fit each finger. Then she uses a special glue the salon has developed to glue each extension to my existing nail. Unlike other nail glue this glue bonds the acrylic with the natural nail forming a very hard indestructible nail that can’t be cut or filed, except with diamond files.

The extensions are at least a half inch past my natural nail, making my largish hands look quite a bit more feminine and dainty. Polish again is applied, three coats of a red burgundy polish and then a glossy top coat. The color is called Sunset over the Rockies, an apt name for this shade of polish. I figured that Vicky has done almost everything possible to make my transformation to female believable, but then I forgot the makeup. Saved by the bell, the machine is still sucking my butt into the forms. Thus, I can’t turn over until it’s done.

Assumptions are seldom correct, and mine has been wrong 100% of the time. The machine is turned off temporarily, and the hoses are unhooked. She helps me off the table and then opens a portion of the table leaving a hole in it. I am helped back onto the table then leaned back so that the forms are situated over the hole in the table. My leg casts are strapped to the table; then another strap is applied to my waist, leaving my butt unattached to anything. The hoses are hooked back up and my hip development continues.

The end of the table under my upper back is raised and locked in a semi-upright position so that Vicky can apply my makeup. The image in the mirror across the room is feminine, an attractive young woman, naked and obviously scared. I sigh for the hundredth time today, each minute some other step in my transformation to that of a female is doled out, and there seems to be no way to stop it or slow it down.

Vicky is really excited about this part, makeup is her favorite salon task, as she brings a large tray of assorted cosmetics to the table. First, she rubs cream into my beard area, using gloves to do so, so I figured the cream to be pretty strong. The cream is allowed to stay on for thirty minutes as she trims the hair extensions to match my previous cut. Only a few longer strands and a general evening out of the cut is performed, leaving all the length intact.

The cream is removed, and any five o’clock shadow with it. Vicky assures me that it is permanent, and I will no longer have to shave. Then she starts on my makeover. First, a moisturizer is applied all over my face; then a plumper is applied to my lips. That needs to stay on a while as she is working on my other makeup.

Individual lashes are applied, over seventy on each eyelid. They are quite a bit longer than my regular lashes, causing me to blink quite often. It is almost as if my eyelids are heavier now, but the part that is hardest to get used to is the fringe that I look through every time I blink my lashes.

From there she uses some eyeliner, and shadow, both long lasting, the key to their longevity is that the makeup stains the eyelid, making it semi-permanent. The concealer, the foundation, and the blush are regular cosmetics, able to be removed with makeup pads. The excess plumper is removed so that she can add color to my lips. She outlines the lips with a lip liner, then adding lipstick to fill in the rest. Again both are stains, lasting for approximately six months.

The hoses on the forms on my hips are disconnected and I am helped up after the casts are removed from my legs and I instantly raise up on my tip toes, the pain radiating through my legs way too painful, almost throbbing in its intensity if I don’t.

The butt forms are removed leaving a significant protrusion where there was little yesterday. It seemed that I was wearing a pillow on my butt, the fat soft and flexible, bouncing around as I moved just like my breasts. The corset narrows my waist and supports my new breasts giving me an hour glass figure. Nathan is definitely gone, no longer even on the team roster.

The image in the mirror, the true test of her skills in transforming me into a female. She has exceeded any expectations as the female Natalie is all that shows. Nathan has been eradicated completely, not a smudge, blemish, or anything masculine is left to hint at the true gender of the person standing before the mirror. I stood mesmerized by my image, looking at my face and body in the mirror, seeing nothing that used to be.

I loved the look, but to be this way every waking moment is maybe more that I can handle. Reality has a way of changing how you see and view things, the choice of being a female no longer a matter to be discussed or talked about, now just a fact of life.

Clothes are next some panties in a bikini style, and then some hose attaching to the straps on the bottom of the corset. A pair of pumps with five-inch stiletto heels are next, definitely helping with the calves of my leg. Vicky informs me that a five-inch heel is the minimum that I can get by with, anything lower and I will experience some pain.

A pencil skirt in a burgundy pattern, made of silk and only coming down to mid-thigh. The ivory sweater, a long sleeve creation with a plunging neckline and tight enough to highlight any curves I might possess.

I am already sporting earrings; a necklace is added that blends in with the diamond studs. She has me apply another coat of gloss to my lips, then pronounces me ready. I ask if I can see Francine before I leave and Vicky happily leads me back to her office.

I ask her if the offer is still open for me to work here if so I would like to take her up on that possibility. Francine smiles telling me I start the day after tomorrow at nine A.M. Vicky will get you a uniform to wear, and you will be assisting her for the first few days. We will see to it that you get a few more outfits to wear, plus several more uniforms so that you can wear a fresh one every day.

Vicky handed me a purse with the makeup she used in it and led me out to her car. I am driven to the mall, about twenty minutes away. She hands me a list that Marcy had given her. It is the items that I am to buy by myself, and then a task that I am to do before I can call her to pick me up. I read the note then blushed right down to my toes.

The note says that I am to buy a package of tampons, and a box of feminine douche. I am to go to the female restroom, douche myself, and then insert a tampon and return to the food court. Vicky will be waiting for me there. Then I am to go shopping with Vicky for lingerie and clothes, trying everything on then make my selections.

No pants, capris or shorts are to be allowed, only dresses and skirts. Sometime during the trying on of clothes I am to show Vicky the string of the tampon, proving that I have inserted it. After making my clothes and lingerie selections, I am to return to the food court, call my sister and wait there for her to come and pick me up. I am given some cash to pay for the tampons and douche and she sends me off to do the deed. Vicky has a credit card for the clothing purchases after I make my selections.

The hardest part is buying the feminine products. Males just don’t do things like this, much less wear them. Then I realized what Sis is doing, I am not a male anymore, and using tampons and douching is a female thing. Since I am now a female it is what I do now. As I made my way to the register to pay I felt like every eye in the store is on me. Then when the cashier asks if I found everything I almost jumped out of my skin.

I did manage to complete the ordeal, then faced with the need to use them, I let out a big sigh, then headed to the female restroom. I found a stall, then arranged my purchases on a shelf on the back of the stall door. I raised my skirt, lowered my panties and read the instructions. With a shaking hand, I inserted the nozzle of the douche in my new vagina, almost moaning out loud with the sensations it caused as it slid into my new vagina.

When I squeezed the bottle, the rush of liquid seemed to invade every nook and cranny of my vagina. I leaked tears; this is so humiliating, then the douche leaking out again caused weird feelings. I wondered how natural females put up with all of this. After I had removed the douche bottle, I picked up a tampon. As I looked at the box it came out of I realized I had picked up the super absorbent large size.

Oh great, now not only do I have to put it in, but it is the biggest size they make. After removing the wrapper, I inserted the tube in my new orifice. Another moan, this time, more loudly, then I depressed the plunger, and the tampon slid out of the tube into its new home for a while. I doubt it, but I thought I could feel it expanding in my vagina, and then I panicked hoping I hadn’t got the string in there too.

If it isn’t where it should be, how would I get it out? I reached between my legs, frantically searching for the string, hoping that I hadn’t been stupid enough to get it caught with the tampon. With a tremendous sense of relief, I found the string, tugging it a little I found out it had swelled sufficiently enough to be firmly situated in my vagina. I wondered about removing it later, but this already is way too much for me to handle so that thought will have to play second fiddle for a while.

The shopping is kind of fun after I got over the initial reaction of doing anything so feminine. The third time I am headed to the changing room to try on an outfit that I had picked out, I finally figured out that I will be a female for the foreseeable future.

Marcy has already informed me that I will be doing all things that a young woman does. With my new assets the body is already in female mode, now to just get the mind to join the campaign. The shopping, the tampon thing, and interacting with Vicky simply a device to ensure that I admit it to them and also to myself.

With five complete outfits picked out Vicky agrees to the termination of the shopping episode. The first time that I tried on an outfit, I took Vicky back to the dressing room with me and showed her the string of the tampon. Because she is a former girlfriend, the shame of doing this seems almost too much to bear. Vicky does a little tug on the string and then brakes out giggling. I thought she is laughing at me, but she assures me she isn’t. Just anxious to get to someplace that she can remove it and replace it with other more appropriate items.

That causes more blushing, I have an idea of what she is talking about, but then thought back to our dating where I never made it this close to her vagina, and here she is talking about doing what I wanted to do to her, to little old me. What a turn of events, all as a result of a disastrous experience with my hobby.

I must remember to ask Marcy what she did do about my escapade, what she had to do to cover it up. On several occasions, she has mentioned reporters going over police reports looking for something to sensationalize. The fact that I am related to the captain of the police force would no doubt assure some prominent placement in the news.

Thinking about that night again, why didn’t Marcy just have Cindy put me back into the house, and leave it like that? No report necessary since I lived at the residence. There must be something else in Marcy’s objective that I am missing.

With bags of clothes in hand, I called Marcy on Vickies cell phone and tell her that I have finished my tasks. I told her that I am in the food court, next to the Chinese place. She told me to walk to the exit next to the food court, and she will be there in ten minutes. I meander to the exit looking at the shop windows as I go. As I open the door to leave the mall, Marcy is there and honks. I make my way to her car, and then situate myself in the seat. At least, she doesn’t have the squad car, so I am allowed to sit in the front seat this time.

She heads off to another one of her favorite eateries, this one closer to home and one that I often utilize. We made our way inside and were promptly seated in a booth by the front window. There are only a couple of booths up front, so it is very private. The remainder of the seating is in the large dining room. Marcy orders salads again, and iced tea to drink.

After being served, I ask her about her choice of events on that fateful night. She is aware of what I am asking about, but asked if she hadn’t pursued the scarier scenario, would I have broken down and confessed all. I guess she is right; I ended up so scared of her, and what she might do to me, I spilled the beans without further intervention from her.

She confided in me that both she and Mom have been aware of my activities for at least three years. I just didn’t do anything where I could have been easily caught, to force a confession. That night changed all of that; you got caught by your own hands, in a most comprising situation. Unfortunately, that situation could have backfired on you, and you could have lost all manner of dignity for both yourself and your family.

I decided that a firm, decisive response, might keep everything under wraps and encourage you to confide in me your desires and fantasies. I was lucky enough to plug the usual leaks from the police force, as Cindy handled the arrest in a way that steered any connection to who you were away from the truth. You, not giving any name also helped derail a few inquisitive souls, then when I had you removed from the station and taken home, the reporters moved on to other newer more interesting subjects.

“The fact of a judge setting bail is true, if you back out of your deal with me I will show no mercy, you will find yourself back in jail, in a place where you don’t want to go, and I will not get you out. I know it will affect the family and me, but something has to be done before you really do get yourself into bigger trouble. So keep that in mind sis, cooperate or face the consequences.”

I knew Marcy is serious; frankly, I am still scared shitless of her. “I know I have screwed up big time, and I deserve everything that I have received. I will do everything you ask, just please allow me time to get used to a few of these things, before you add more to the mix. I secretly have wanted some of these things to happen to me, but wanting it and experiencing them first hand is vastly different.”

Earlier that day Vicky asked me to come over for dinner tomorrow night. Being surprised at the invite, I wondered why she still wanted anything to do with me. When we dated before, the relationship is minimal at best, with me doubting that I was the type of male that she might be interested in. Someone new, maybe a dinner or two, but nothing more.

The dating lasted through three separate outings, a kiss or two exchanged, but no heartthrobs or even an Adrenalin rush. Any attempts on my part to secure further dates were rejected by her. Too busy, somewhere else to go, and the old standby about washing her hair were all used. In the end, the numerous hints received, and I quit asking.

In school we exchanged pleasantries, but that is the extent of any conversation between us. After graduation we lost contact with each other, her going to beauty school and me doing what I became noted for, and that is nothing. At my first appointment, she told me she finished her beauty training at Turnabout Gurl Salons, getting her cosmetologist license about a year ago.
I meanwhile just goofed off, university seemed to be an impossible goal, my high school grades barely good enough for me to graduate, much less gain any entrance to a school of higher learning. I talked a good game about how I was going to get a job, but when the time came, I ended up never leaving the house. Sis tried to force me to do something, but my parents always let me slide, I doubted that they thought me landing a job was even a possibility.

Now due to my escapade, I no longer had any choice. Marcy insisted that I secure a job, now as a female instead of my birth sex. I cleared the dinner invite with Marcy, a new requirement since my monumental blunder. She verified my request by calling Vicky, checking to be sure that I indeed had been invited. The call lasted way past that part of the conversation, hearing only half of it, I am not sure what all had been discussed.

I resented being checked on, but I was the one to place myself in this predicament, as a result of my actions on that fateful night. When Marcy finally hung up, I was told that I can go but needed to take a nightie with me. I would be staying the night, so I am to be on my best behavior, any missteps will be dealt with severally.

She will drop me off at the salon at four P.M. on her way to work; Vicky will then take me to her home from there after work. Vicky had my new uniforms for work, and that the next day would be my first day at work at the salon. I will be riding in with Vicky to work. With a look that seemed to bore right through my soul, she asked if I could be trusted to behave.

“Yes I will behave, please can you give me a little credit for trying. I know I have let you down, but I want to make amends, and I will do exactly as you wish until I have regained some of that trust.” Those last words barely heard as my throat was like the Sahara desert and almost paralyzed with fear. Recent actions by Marcy have convinced me of her seriousness and resolve. To be blunt, I am still scared to death of her.

Although it is early, I am told to get ready for bed, and she will tuck me in later. I briefly considered telling her that I didn’t need tucking in, but common sense told me that would not be the best course of action. I was still hungry, but there didn’t seem to be any leeway in her request.

An hour later she came into my room, checked on my nightie, then told me to roll over on my stomach. I turned over placing my hands next to my body with my head turned to the side looking to see what will happen next. She pulled first one hand behind my back then the other fastening them in a pair of handcuffs. I started to protest, but was told to be quiet, or she will gag me. Then she reached under my nightie and pulled my panties off me.

“Now you can go the bathroom without any assistance.” As sis stated the obvious, I was also told that she had set my cell phone to call her number if any keys are pressed.

I am leaving for work now, but remember that any call for assistance will be answered by one of the female deputies who have been instructed to treat you as a suspect and will transport you to the precinct for further evaluation. Remember how you are dressed before any wild thoughts run through that mind of yours. You be good, and I will see you in the morning.

Another thought of protesting her actions quickly entered my mind, but one look from Marcy quickly dispelled that notion. I tried to stay angry at her for my situation, but secretly I loved being in restraints again. I must be crazy, who loves being handcuffed and helpless besides me.

Surprisingly I drifted off to sleep shortly after that, sleeping soundly until the early morning. I discovered that besides waking up, I desperately need to use the bathroom. I doubted my bladder could hold any more liquid, and every twist and turn threatened to break the dam. As I fought to extricate myself from my bed, I am sure that I leaked a little as I made my way to the bathroom.

Having your hands in cuffs behind your back does not make any of this easier. Then in the bathroom, I had to swing my body around to get my nightie out from between my body and the toilet. I think I finally managed to accomplish that, and as my butt hit the toilet seat, a flood of liquid cascaded into the toilet.

The next problem is how I am going to wipe myself some. When the flood started the liquid sprayed everywhere, typical for a female, but not this converted male to female model. By twisting and turning, I was able to back up to the toilet paper and grab a little in my hands to wipe myself. Then more stretching of my cuffed hands as I attempted to wipe my butt. It turned out to be an exercise in soaking some of the pee up, and not wiping.

When I returned to the bed, I laid down on my side then attempted to get on my stomach. Unlike last night, my breasts seemed to be in the way and several times I was pinched in the ensuing attempt to get comfortable. I gave up shortly after that and slept on my side. I should qualify that statement as I made an effort to get back to sleep, but any more sleep was denied me.

I became alert quickly when I heard someone enter the house. Suddenly my pulse quickened, and my breathing became ragged as I tried to figure out if it was Marcy or my worst nightmare. I sure hope it is Marcy. Otherwise, I am in big trouble. The alarm not going off, should have clued me to the identity of the intruder, but when scared to death rational thought doesn’t exist.

Twenty minutes later she entered the room, and I let out a quite audible sigh. She giggled at my look of fear and what I had presumed might happen. She checked on my cuffs, after helping me get out of bed, then removed the cuffs.

I started to protest about being left like that, but the smile that appeared on her face made me cringe. She held up the cuffs, showing me the quick release buttons on each cuff. I lowered my head in shame; I could have gotten out any time I wanted just by pushing one simple little button.

She had an idea that I enjoyed the bondage a little too much, so ran a test last night to see if her theories are correct. She pointed to a camera mounted in the corner of the room that fed video to her office, where she had watched me the entire night. The fact that I fell asleep immediately a sure indication that the bondage comforted me not antagonized me. Since I didn’t try to get loose, protesting about it would be a waste of my time and energy.

It is just another side of your personality, one that you should admit to and learn to live with it. Any attempts to try bondage yourself should be done with planning and safety measures in place. Self-bondage should always be prefaced with letting someone know of your intentions so that they can check on you after a set time. Unfortunately, some don’t heed the advice and die a tragic death because of their stupidity.

Kind of like you being caught outside the house dressed. No backup plan if things didn’t go as you intended. Females in general always think through the what if scenario. They go on a date, the guy goes further than she is comfortable with, and how will she get home. You got caught outside the house in female apparel, no spare keycard, and no phone to call for help, no place to go to wait for me to come let you in. This is what I am talking about.

I admitted that I liked to be restrained, but preferred someone to do it to me, not to do it to myself. Marcy suggested that I keep an eye out for a partner that maybe would complement me in my quest. A dominant to my submissive would be a perfect match for me. If I find someone that might fit the mold, I should do all in my power to please them, since they are few in numbers.

For some reason Vicky kept reappearing in my thoughts, I wonder if she has a dominant personality. Then I figured even if she did, I doubted she would be interested in someone like me. From our limited dating in high school, she didn’t seem to be that kind of person.

I managed a shower, dressed in some casual clothes, then headed to the kitchen to get some lunch and begin on my list of chores. I nibbled for lunch, just some chips and dip, then an apple to tide me over to dinner. Today my duties included vacuuming the house and doing the laundry. Although fixing dinner is not on my list, I figured Marcy might appreciate the gesture. Any brownie points that I might gather would probably be needed at some time in my future escapades.

I heard Marcy wake up and enter the bathroom for her shower. I set the table, then served dinner. I had brewed some fresh coffee and soon Marcy came into the kitchen sniffing the air. She looked at the table, smiled and took the cup of coffee from me. The meal was polished off quickly, then she stood and hugged me. There were tears in her eyes as she thanked me for a spectacular meal. I was quickly dragged to her bedroom and situated on her vanity chair.

She wanted to know if I was alright with all that has been done to me. I sat quietly for the longest time, just thinking about how I would answer. Finally, my emotion filled brain managed to put together some thoughts. “I love the body, the clothes, the purpose in life that I now have. I am grateful that you pushed me this way, it is a path that I would not have chosen without some intervention.”

“I do see a lot of things that I have ignored, chosen not to do, and will try to correct them in the future. I hope you can see you way clear to forgive me for being so stupid, I definitely did not think things through and abused any privileges I might have had. I thank you for all you have done for me. I hope I will not be a disappointment to you in the future. For the first time in my life I am scared of you, maybe that is for the best, I really screwed things up and am very lucky that it wasn’t worse. I hope we can be sisters again after you see that I am trying to change for the better.”

I received a hug then she remarked. “Sisters Huh.” I blushed, but she kissed me on the cheek. “I can live with my new sister Natalie, sisters it is.”

“I do wish that Vicky and I can at least become friends, I sorely need one. I appreciate her, and I think I love her, but am terrified that she does not feel the same way.” Marcy smiled like she is aware of something I am not, but never did comment on it.

It wasn’t long until Marcy left for work, dropping me off at the salon with a small bag. Vicky is busy when I arrived so I found a quiet place in the front of the salon to read a few magazines, while I waited for her. An hour later she is finished and came to get me. Instead of leaving she takes me back to her station and has me sit in the styling chair. She helps me get my top off, then places a cape around my shoulders. The chair is leaned back, and she washes and conditions my hair again.

After the chair is back in the upright position, she runs a comb through my hair, sectioning it in small pin curls. After spraying the hair first with a setting gel, each section is put into curlers. When she is done, I look a little funny, with my head full of curlers. A hair net is placed over the curlers, and she drags me into a treatment room. My bra is undone and she rubs my nipples a little getting them all excited and hard. Two vicious clamps are used, one on each nipple and then my bra is hooked again. My blouse is put back on and we head out of the salon.

Vicky’s house is not that far away, the ride in silence except for the sounds emanating from my mouth. The clamps are making my life miserable, a dull ache that seems to be spreading out from each nipple.

When we get to her house, I am taken to her bedroom and set in a chair next to a hairdryer like one would see in a salon. It is turned on and the warm air starts flowing over my hair in the curlers. I rub the front of my bra, trying to alleviate some of the pain from the clamps. It instead sends jolts through my nipple right to my brain. I break my silence asking her to remove the clamps, I only get a smile in return. “Nope we need the nipples a little more sensitive before I pierce them.”

“Pierce them, no please no, I have promised to be good. Call Marcy, she can tell you that I have promised. This can’t be happening to me, what am I am going to do with pierced nipples? I don’t want that, please no.”

My mumbling dies down as she puts her lips on mine and kisses me hard. I come up stuttering, short of breath and still trying to keep from getting my nipples pierced. Why is Vicky doing this to me, is it something she wants done or is it Marcy’s idea. Several more kisses and I let out a sigh and stop protesting. I really doubt I am going to change anybody’s mind about this. I wonder what it feels like to have pierced nipples, since I haven’t got used to having breasts yet.

Eventually the timer on the dryer dings, my hair should be dry now. Vicky checks the dryness as she removes one of my curlers, then seeing that it is indeed dry removes the remainder of them. I reach up to feel the curls on my head, still warm from the drying and very soft. She starts brushing them forming the brushed hair into a feminine style. In the mirror across the room I can see a sexy female now, the new hairstyle reinforcing the feminine image.

Vicky seats herself in front of me on a stool, holding both of my hand in hers. “Now it is time for the other treat tonight. Both Marcy and I want the same for you, a happy adjusted personality that is comfortable with their presentation in society. You have withdrawn from society instead, done nothing, abused your privileges, and isolated yourself from everyone. Now that we have you in a female body, you will not likely be able to avoid attention, but you still need a reminder that you are female now, Nathan is never coming back. I know she offered you a choice, but I see it a little differently. I love Natalie, would like to be able to take care of her, love her and cherish her in my time with her.”

My blouse is removed and the bra soon follows leaving me naked with just the clamps on my nipples. My very sore and aching nipples. “I am going to pierce your nipples, putting rings in them to continually remind you of my love for you. They signify a commitment from you to me, you are mine, to obey me, to honor me and to love me, as much as I love you. This is not for the short time, but for the rest of our lives. Now sit there and I will perform the procedure.”

I listened to what she had said, trying to let the thoughts sink in, hearing what she had said, and waiting for it to be done. I didn’t protest as she came back to the stool placing a tray of items on the nearby table. I glanced at the items, but quickly looked away. She removed a clamp from my nipple, cleaned it with alcohol and then took a needle and put it through the base of my nipple. I had closed my eyes not wanting to see her do it, but never did feel the needle enter my skin.

She took a gorgeous ring from the tray, opened it up and pushed one side of the ring through the new hole. Cleaned that end with alcohol again and added some liquid to the end and pushed the two halves together. Then she moved to the other nipple doing the same to it. I looked down at the rings, they looked like silver encrusted with a row of purple colored stone along the lower side of the ring. Each individual stone sparkled in the light, reflecting like stars.

My breasts seemed to perk up, the addition of the rings making them more prominent, no longer able to being hid under some bulky clothing. She helped me into a new bra, the larger cups being able to handle the inch and a half rings easily.

“Oh, shit what am I going to do now, a female in looks and now pierced, a constant remainder of my new status in life. Unless I can hide them somehow everybody is going to see me this way, unusual for a female, but a male, I doubt there is even words to describe it.

I realized that until things are reversed, if ever, Nathan is now history. Way too much done to hide or make an excuse about, I needed to accept my fate, that of a teenage girl for the future. Vicky saw my conflict, taking my hands and leading me to her bed. I received a nightie to wear, and then helped into the luxurious looking bed.

“With these rings I do promise I will take care of you for all of time. You belong to me now, my property, my body to do with as I want. You will obey me in all things from this day forward. I have glued the rings together with superglue, they are not able to be removed. They are a special silver alloy that is very difficult to cut, the stones are amethyst, with six perfectly matched stones on each ring. The inscription on the ring reads the property of Vicky.”

I should be furious with her, just like when Marcy had me arrested and booked in jail, but I don’t feel that way. I roll over and place my head on Vicky’s lap, as she leans down to embrace me I moved somewhat to place one of my nipples almost in her mouth. I put both of my arms around her neck and pulled her closer to me. A gesture of submission, an acceptance of my femininity, I am not sure which but it feels right somehow.

How I could have come so far in the few days since being caught is unfathomable. My body has been changed to that of a female, I have chores now, a job and now pierced nipples. I even set there in the chair and let her do it to me without being restrained, never even making a sound or whimper as it was being done. I am now apparently owned by Vicky, body and soul and still I haven’t said anything.

She gets up, removes her own clothing sliding on the top part of a baby doll set and comes around to the other side of the bed. She slides under the covers slipping behind me with her arm around my body and lightly rubbing my pierced nipples. Her uncovered female sex right up against my butt, I can feel the moisture and the heat from it warming my body down there. A smile comes to my face, she owns me and I turn her on big time.

Nothing happened that night, as I am thinking about what I have endured, what I am going to do now, I fell asleep. Yep, one minute fully engaged and the next out to the world. I had to use the bathroom just before dawn, but had to extricate myself from her grasp. Using the bathroom as a female is still a learning experience, way too messy, but other than that not that bad. I had to stop and lift my nightie and look at my breasts, then realizing that I still had a bra on. I removed the nightie, then unclasped my bra, not an easy task.

I stared at my pierced nipples and the beautiful rings through them. I am not sure how long I looked at my pierced nipples, but Vicky entering the bathroom with a huge smile on her face was not who I wanted to see me this way. She did her business, then dragged me back to bed. The bra and nightie was left in the bathroom. She laid me down on the bed and hurried around to the other side. She scooted up next to me and gently took a ring and nipple into her mouth. They were now a little sore, but she just held it in her mouth, running her tongue over the ring every once in a while.

It was erotic, but also relaxing. I soon found myself back asleep, only to be woken by Vicky to get ready for work. A shower to clean myself up, then into my underwear and the salon’s uniform. Vicky had already dressed since she had taken her shower before me. When I started to put on the bra she stopped me. The short uniform dress was slipped over my head and pulled down over my breasts, it was adjusted over my hips, and then the zipper was pulled up.

I looked at my chest the ruffles of the bodice barely covering my rings in my nipples. The red came to my face, she expects me to go to work this way. I received a kiss, then she adjusted the ruffle insert in the dress so that it covered my nipple rings a little better.

“Just a friendly reminder you are a female now, 100% female. Act accordingly and everything will be fine. When we get to work do as I say and I will start teaching you to be a cosmetician.” I am given a bottle of water and led out the door. She picked up both of our purses off the hall table, then on to her car.

The trip to the salon was fairly quick, I really didn’t have much time to become more nervous. I was aware of all the things that had been done to me, the nipple rings the most prominent thought.

As we entered the salon she left our purses at reception and took me back to her work station. She showed me how to restock it and from where to get the supplies. Then she had me wash and condition her hair. I was so nervous, if I did it wrong I am sure she will abandon me. I managed to make it through that ordeal, then she told me I was going to put curlers in her hair.

Well, I started crying right away. I don’t even know how to start and she will be so disappointed in my effort. Another stylist came along, took my hands and started showing me how to put in curlers. Her name was Susie and she was very patient with me. About the sixth curler I began to get the jest of what I am doing and the rest of the curlers went in without much trouble.

I was so wrapped up in what I was doing I didn’t see the smile on Vicky’s face. Vicky had me set a dryer for forty minutes and she got underneath it. I sat in her chair for a minute, then thought I should be doing something. I found some glass cleaner and cleaned her mirror. After I finished with hers I continued down the line cleaning all the mirrors in the salon. I cleaned up each station, removing tissues, and things that they would not use again while straightening their brushes, combs and scissors.

I was lost in what I was doing and hadn’t looked over where Vicky was setting under the dryer. When I did I was surprised. Next to Vicky was Francine, on the other side was Susie, and all three had the biggest smiles on their faces. Of course, I turned fifteen different shades of red but in my embarrassment I quickly looked for something to do.

I saw a broom and went to sweeping around each station, not because they needed it but because I was totally embarrassed caught being such a girl. I had been humming I feel like a woman while I was performing my little tasks. Francine got up from the chair walked over to me and hugged me. “You are doing fine, just relax. By the way do you like your pierced nipples, they look so pert and eager this morning.”

She giggled and left me to my sweeping. I am not sure that the red on my face will ever fade away, but then maybe it is just an integral part of my new found femininity. All because of being caught in the act.

© 2016 thru 2025 by Francesca

From the time I got up this morning till now, today has been one shitty day. I ended up having to get my car jumped because of a dead battery. The service I paid for to handle such occurrences taking their sweet time to get here. Thus I arrived late for work missing an important meeting, my immediate boss livid that I had missed it.

Then my computer failed a little after eleven A.M. requiring the IT guys to replace the hard drive. Three hours of work that I had performed this morning lost in the process. Then the final touch to my horrible day occurred.

I was called into the regional manager’s office shortly after lunch, and asked to explain why one of my customers had requested somebody else be assigned to their account. According to them I had botched up a request of theirs and then denied any wrong doing. I just stood there not knowing what to say or do.

The simple fact that my supervisor had taken over this account a few days ago conveniently not mentioned. It seems that my immediate boss has planned this well, everything pointing to my failing to keep the customer happy.

If I told them I didn’t have anything to do with their request I will probably not be believed, since it will be my word against his. When in doubt the customer is always right, one of our company’s pet phrases, now most likely my downfall.

Then my boss walks in, and explains to him why I had missed the meeting this morning, citing my explanation of supposed car trouble. The fact that he himself was late for this same meeting conveniently not brought up.

They stared at me for a few minutes waiting for me to say or do something. My boss suggested that since I have nothing to say that I be let go, if he won’t even try to explain his actions we do not need him as part of our team.

Yeah some team, make my boss look good or you are let go. I just stood there, mouth twitching at what was happening right in front of me.

“I am afraid you leave us no choice, if you will not respond to our questions I will have to presume you do not care about your job here. Therefore we will have to let you go. Clean out your desk, you will be given one week severance pay, but don’t expect a favorable reference from us.” Just like that it was over.

A few moments later a member of security took hold of my arm and I was shown to my desk, then after gathering my personal effects I was escorted out the door. As we left my department I noticed a smile on my boss’s face, his plan had worked even better than he thought it might.

In the span of twenty minutes my life had been turned upside down. I had worked for the company for six years, all of that gone down the drain to quote an over used cliche.

I made it to my car, then remembered the trouble with the battery this morning. I put the keys in the ignition and tried to start it, the car starting quickly and effortlessly. I hit the steering wheel hard, almost breaking my wrist. Stupid car, this morning when I needed to get to work it wouldn’t start, this afternoon after a horrible day it started with no problem. I did eventually get home, two hours ahead of my wife.

I needed to gather my wits, so I had taken the long way home. I am not sure why but I did manage to put a few things in perspective. Instead of calling my wife to fill her in on what happened, I decided to convey the bad news in person.

Now what to do for two hours till she gets home. I debated on asking her out to dinner tonight, but with my income soon to be missing that sounded kind of idiotic.

To stay busy I cleaned up some in the kitchen and living room. I loaded the dishwasher, wiped down the counters and put things up that had been left out. In the living room I ran the vacuum, dusted the tables and arranged the myriad of throw pillows neatly on the two sofas. I even picked up mail that had been looked at and left on a table, putting it in our office/den along with the accumulation of magazines we normally received.

I was hanging up a couple of coats that we had used last night and left on the back of a chair when Jennifer, my wife, entered. She stopped and looked at me, then around the living room before taking me into the kitchen and sitting me down at the snack bar. Another look around the kitchen at what I had done then she sat next to me and told me okay out with it.

I started with the stupid car and ended up with me being escorted out of the company headquarters by security. She pulled me into a hug, and made me lay my head on her shoulder.

I can’t say I was crying but leaking moisture from my eyes is usually a telltale sign. She told me to wash my face and help her make dinner. I got back before she had changed clothes and was rummaging around in the refrigerator when she came up behind me and swatted my butt.

I turned in a hurry and was met with a hungry pair of lips searching for something to kiss. As she pulled me closer she told me that you have one terrific looking butt, the envy of every female that wants to look sexy.

I ignored that comment, not something a male wants to hear about his butt. I guess with me leaning over to look in the refrigerator my butt was in the proper position to be viewed and appraised.

I ended up doing most of the dinner preparation, while she asked questions on what I was planning to do. I did mention about the one week severance, enough to allow me to pursue something else without any further financial deterioration.

She thought I should see a lawyer, it sounded to her that my boss was stretching the truth to get me fired. My only reply was lawyers take money, if I don’t win it will only make matters worse. The likelihood of a lawyer settling anything quickly was also a serious consideration.

She loved what I had managed to put together, a shepherd’s pie that had most of the leftovers from the refrigerator as ingredients. I found some frozen fruit, wrapped them in some pastry dough we had in the refrigerator and then baked them for several minutes, serving them hot from the oven. The pastry dough was left over from making a cobbler earlier in the week. Needless to say my culinary efforts disappeared very quickly. Let’s just say it was fortunate that I got some the first time around, since there obviously will be no leftovers tonight.

Since this was Thursday I told her I would start looking for a job on Monday, spending the weekend cleaning up around the house to keep from going crazy or dying from boredom.

She reminded me of her going to her parent’s house tomorrow after work, staying the night and returning late Saturday evening or Sunday morning depending on how long it took them to clean up after the get together.

Her Mom was having a dinner party for her closest female friends and needed her help to keep everything moving along smoothly. I told her I would be fine, lonely without her, but I will somehow manage to make it till I see her when she gets back.

The next morning it was weird not having to get up to go to work, another tear or two shed as I thought of what I should have done or said yesterday to keep from getting fired. No matter what I said or did the outcome would most likely have been the same. Maybe my boss had it in for me, since I was in the regional manager’s office when I first had heard of the complaint.

No matter how much I thought about it, that part of my life is over with. In the future maybe a different job though, I doubt I will be able to get a job doing the same things I was doing before.

I made me a slice of toast then walked around the house seeing what might need to be done. I have always suffered from terminal boredom, usually finding anything to do to keep my mind and body occupied. It was like I was not at peace with the world around me unless I was doing something. Whether it was straightening something or cooking, my mind and body had to be constantly engaged for me to be able to function. After my appraisal of what needed to be done I decided to start in our bedroom, then go from there.

I rounded up dirty clothes, sorted them and started the first load of laundry. Since Jennifer usually did laundry on the weekend there was quite a bit lying around. I checked her closet, making sure there wasn’t any more items that needed to be laundered in there.

I straightened up a couple of her dresses on the hangers, and buttoned up a couple of blouses that she had tried on, but put back when the look didn’t suit her. I spaced out her clothes a little giving each item some breathing room. I know a husband arranging clothes so they get some breathing room, maybe it is already too late for me.

As I was moving and straightening the last items in the corner of the closet, I ran into a brief little dress I haven’t seen her wear before. Pulling it out to look at it better it was a maid’s uniform. I did remember her saying she worked as a maid part time to finish her senior year of University. I presumed this was leftover from that time.

Her Mother’s business until she decided to retire was running a company where she rented out maids, cooks, and other domestic help. When Jennifer needed some extra money for school her Mom got her jobs on the weekend. I always suspected the only reason I was accepted as a husband for her daughter was my super clean apartment, and the fact that I could cook something other than hamburgers.

I know the time I had Jennifer and her parents over for dinner when I was trying to convince Jennifer of my worthiness as a boyfriend, seemed to be a turning point. From then on I was included in most any thing that they did with their daughter.

I looked around the room, to make sure I was alone and held the uniform up against me. There was definitely not any cranial matter used in that action. Alone in the house and I was looking to see if anybody was watching what I was doing.

It looked like it would fit, Jennifer and I are nearly identical in size except for her female breasts and hips. Well lets just say her breasts, since her comment last night I apparently had the required female hips in spades. I am a couple of inches taller than her though. I think I weigh less than she does but her weight is a topic that is never discussed in our house so that remains an unknown factor.

With a few beads of perspiration forming on my forehead I decided to try the uniform on. I got undressed and stepped into the short dress, then reached around and pulled up the zipper, not an easy task for a male. The uniform was a little big on me, a fact that Jennifer would have a fit about if she knew. I looked in the mirror on her closet door, twisting this way and that to see if I passed mustard.

The dress had a short skirt, ruffled at the hem making it stand out some. I looked at the hanger noticing the little bag of accessories that was attached. I took off the bag and slipped the items on my body. There were wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs and a collar all made of stretch lace in a color that matched the uniform. Another look in the mirror, a small smile coming to my face.

As I turned to take one last look I saw the bottom of my boxers peek out from under the skirt. That will never do, so I went to her dresser and searched for a pair of panties to wear. Removing my boxers and replacing them with the panties was easy, dealing with the feelings as the silky panties slid up my legs was a different matter altogether.

As I started to walk away, I wondered if her heels would fit me. I returned to the closet and searched her shelves for a pair that would match the uniform. I found one pair but promptly put them back since the heel looked so high.

After a careful scan of her shelves of shoes the second time, I removed one of the towering heels and tried it on. They seemed to be the only ones matching the uniform and probably the only ones I could get my feet in. Surprisingly they fit fairly well, but if I wore them today I would have to wear hose of some kind. Oh well, might as well go all out, at least I would be properly dressed for my duties as the maid of the house.

I found a pair of her pantyhose, and managed to get them on without poking holes in them. My male original equipment seemed content to be nestled in the silky panties, never making an appearance while I got dressed in the maid’s uniform and pantyhose. I put my longish hair in a ponytail and used one of her lipsticks to add some color to my lips.

I looked over at the clock on her nightstand, deciding I better get to work, fearing my employer for the day will report me back to the agency.

Yeah, besides always having to stay busy, I made up little fantasies often immersing myself in the fantasy. I have no idea why or even when I started doing it. I guess a product of a mind that was not normal. I even talked to myself at times to show how far this had progressed. No I never got to the point of answering myself, at least, not yet.

I made it through the majority of the house straightening and cleaning, even fixed me a salad for lunch. I was proud of what I accomplished a smile on my face for most of the time. I had made a list of a few cleaning supplies I might need, for the future. If I can’t find employment this might become my full time job. I stayed at it, knowing I would be alone tonight, something to do to keep my mind occupied.

As I was looking in the refrigerator for something to eat for dinner I failed to hear the door open and Jennifer walk in. I laid a few items on the counter, thinking that I will make myself an omelet. I had the eggs in my hand as she cleared her throat behind me, causing me to drop the eggs on the floor.

She was giggling hard as she took her phone and was snapping pictures of me in the maid’s uniform trying desperately to clean up the mess that I made and stay out of her sight. As quick as she materialized she disappeared with me finding her later walking through the house with a huge grin on her face.

Before I could say anything she was calling her Mother, the first words out of her mouth was I have found our maid for tomorrow, then she turned and walked back to the bedroom still talking to her Mother.

“Wait a minute Jennifer come back here. Please don’t tell your Mother how I am dressed.” I knew when the words left my mouth it was already too late. Oh gawd, the humiliation of her Mother knowing about how I was dressed, then the divorce that I am sure will follow such a revelation.

A few minutes later she came and collected me dragging me out to her car, then depositing me in the passenger seat. As she drove she explained that the maid that her Mother had arranged for broke her leg in a car accident and would not be able to cook and serve. Jennifer had come home to get her maid’s uniform so she could fill in, but I would work out much better.

We are headed to a salon that will improve your feminine appearance then over to Mom’s for tonight. Tomorrow you can prepare the meal, then touch up the house as needed. Welcome the guests and then serve the meal. I will help you with the drinks through the evening and will help you clean up afterward.

“I have already called the salon, they are just going to do the basics, breasts, hiding my favorite play toy and probably a corset to help with your figure. Of course makeup, a new hairstyle and hair removal for your entire body. That will soften or eliminate that slightly masculine image of yours. Maybe a little throat spray to raise your voice to a more feminine level.

You should be done around midnight, meanwhile I will be getting you a proper uniform that fits, probably in pink. Mom always liked pink maid’s uniforms. Then return to pick you up. I am sure we can make you comfortable in the maid’s quarters on the third floor of her house for tonight.” I stared at her, me sleeping in the maid’s quarters, surely she is just teasing me.

“Well that is where the maids sleep, hence where you will sleep.”

“I did not miss the fact that you are slimmer than me. As of this moment you are in deep do-do, a husband with a better figure than his wife is not allowed ever. Did you hear that last word, Ever? Later, after this is all over we will talk about that fact. Believe me we will talk about that at length, along with several other matters.”

I was dropped off at the salon then ushered to a private room where my clothes were removed. Jennifer coming in with me to make sure I didn’t slip away. Of course, as Jennifer left the salon with my clothes, a few giggles escaped as she slipped out the door. I was helped up on a table and my front side was slathered in a white cream. That included my beard area and my eyebrows. I didn’t shave often, maybe twice a week if the weather was hot and humid. I would imagine that fact will only make it easier to transform me into the image of the new maid.

I laid there trying to figure out just what the hell went wrong. For the second day in a row my day progressed from okay to a huge disaster. Since Jennifer has already announced my services to her Mother I guess I am committed to that part. The removal of anything masculine from my image fits in better with the maid’s costume I will be wearing. But still a husband filling in for a maid, something is just not quite right there. If only I had not tried on her old uniform.

As the lady that was working on me wiped off the cream, what little body hair I possessed came with it. Flipped over and the back side was handled the same way. Then two fairly large breast forms were glued to my chest, the lady guaranteeing they would not come lose, even if subjected to a shower.

My feet in stirrups and my little friend disappeared under a silicone vagina with two very delicious looking lips. I think my little fella had figured out what was going to happen, he stayed tight to my body and minimal in appearance, for fear of things getting worse.

Then she turned her attention to my hair, washing and conditioning it, then setting it in curlers. Under a dryer till the curl was set, then she started on my makeup, telling me that she was using a semi-permanent makeup lasting for a couple of weeks, that way I would not have to learn to do my own makeup in the next day or two. I immediately thought of Monday, job hunting with my now curly hair and makeup.

My ears were pierced, two holes in each ear, one lower on the earlobe for dangle earrings and one a little higher for studs. I don’t remember Jennifer mentioning me getting my ears pierced on the way to the salon. Oh well too late now.

It didn’t just end there, extensions for my fingernails and a bright pink polish, all processed under a UV light to insure they stay on my nails for the duration. The fingernails were not mentioned either, I presume that fact just slipped her mind.

An ecstatic Jennifer appeared next to me, leaning over and kissing me on the tip of my nose. I was helped up from the chair and wrapped in a light pink corset. I knew what it was, Jennifer having one that she sometimes wore to look especially sexy. I didn’t think that a party for her Mother’s friends required a sexy figure. The two of them worked the laces for an eternity, finally tying them off behind my back.

Then an even smaller maid’s uniform then the one I had on when I was brought into the salon was slid up my body. Her recent shopping trip apparently finding the correctly sized uniforms. A pair of panties was furnished for underneath the short skirt. It felt very drafty, there was just not anything there to cover any of my legs and thighs.

Stockings will be expected in the morning, tonight however just pantyhose so that I could get my feet in the heels she had obtained for me. One look at the height of the heel and I let out a moan, surely she can’t expect me to walk in these, much less serve in them. The heel looked to be at least five inches tall and tapered down to a narrow stiletto at the base of the heel. Although similar to the ones I had borrowed from Jennifer the heel was higher and quite a bit narrower.

Back in the chair and my hair was removed from the curlers and piled on top of my head in a semi-turban look with curls and ribbons emerging all around the style. Of course, pink ribbons to match the uniform.

Then she produced some metal bracelet like things, in a pink finish that fastened around each of my wrists, and my ankles with a larger one for my neck. They clicked when pushed together with no seams or clasp visible for removal later. I briefly wondered where they came from and why Jennifer was putting them on me.

I didn’t even want to think what that might imply for my future, maybe if I ignore them they will magically go away later. Yeah I know my fantasies are growing exponentially.

They did not forget my voice, several applications of a throat spray, raised my voice almost to a comical level, but the tech assured me by tomorrow it will settle into a rather normal female sounding voice. I decided not to speak unless spoken to, my suddenly feminine voice really affecting my ability to cope with all of this.

I was removed from the salon and helped into her car. She drove to her parent’s house, my anxiety mounting as each mile was covered. Finally she parked the car in their huge garage, her Mother out the door that opened into the kitchen to get a glimpse of her new maid. I was hugged to death, apparently she is quite pleased with how I turned out. I curtsied to her then spoke to her like I was her employee.

“Ms. Haverty I am pleased you requested me for your party and will do all I can to make it a success. If you require nothing more of me right now I would like to retire to my quarters and slip out of these shoes that are killing my feet.”

Those were the hardest words to get out, essentially I accepted I was nothing but her lowly maid. I raised my hand to my mouth, the voice coming out was so feminine, high and almost squeaky. I do hope it does not stay like this, no one will take me seriously sounding like this.

Both Jennifer and her Mother broke out in laughter, but Jennifer was the one to promptly lead me upstairs to the maid’s quarters. The closet door was open, several other uniforms were hanging there and a pair of matching shoes for each uniform on the floor. I was shown where my lingerie was and the en suite bathroom where I could freshen up.

I got a quick kiss and Jennifer left me alone. I guess I am officially the maid and nothing more tonight and tomorrow. Oh well, better not put too much thought in what that may mean for me, I am sure some of the obvious conclusions will be disappointing.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, slipping the two torture devices from my feet. I rubbed my feet for quite a while wondering how I am going to put up with the heels all day tomorrow.

It was impossible to ignore the fingernail polish that was on my nails, the extensions making my fingers look slender and dainty. The longer nails also playing havoc with undoing the straps on the heels. Yes the polish was pink too, so that I would coordinate. Surprisingly I only stabbed myself five times with my new longer talons.

I managed to get the uniform off, found a nightie and was soon in bed staring at the ceiling. Trying to figure any of this out. I had however set the alarm for six AM, only five hours from now, I might need the time to handle the duties I will be expected to perform tomorrow, the ones I have not been told about yet. Ones that I am sure will be required of me to handle the dinner party properly.

I was a bundle of nerves inside, all of this so unexpected and foreign to me. I hadn’t eaten since lunch, but with my stomach as upset as it is that is probably a good thing. Maybe if I can keep the near panic bottled inside I just might make it through the day tomorrow without coming apart mentally.

I know, right now I could close my eyes and scream, probably loud enough to be heard in the adjoining county, my mind trying to handle things but failing miserably. I don’t remember a thing after that, the buzzer on the alarm the first thing I was aware of the next morning.

I found some clean lingerie to wear this morning and looked at the uniforms in the closet. The corset had stayed on last night, uncomfortable at first but eventually forgotten about. I figured I needed something to wear as I cleaned and cooked whatever they wanted for later. I found a light yellow uniform, not as fancy and more utilitarian than the pink ones. I did notice I had a clean pink one for later today to change into. The shoes to match the yellow uniform and I was ready to tackle the day. I was determined to not think about what I was doing and what was to come, just stay busy and hope for the best.

I made my way downstairs, the house eerily quiet. I figured I would start at the front door and then progress to where I thought things would happen. I straightened, dusted and made a note of where I needed to comeback and vacuum when the rest of the house wakes up. Although I had to force myself to tackle the downstairs bathroom, I knew with female guests all the bathrooms would need to be spotlessly clean.

That is where Jennifer found me, on my hands and knees cleaning the floor. She pointed to a spot in the corner where I had not cleaned yet, reminding me that it needed to be handled. I looked at her and stuck out my tongue, that getting me a hard swat on the butt, the panties and a pair of pantyhose not doing much to soften the blow.

She left me to inspect the other areas for what needed to be done. I had covered most of where she looked already so she found very little to rub my nose in. I guess she was playing my employer, to make notes to pass on to the agency if my work was not adequate.

When she returned she was all smiles. I was taken to the kitchen and shown what was on the menu for tonight. Some appetizers to be ready about four, her Mother’s first guests expected about the same time. Then the buffet needed to be ready about six, with the dining room table set up with plates, silverware and glasses.

Her guests would get their own food from the buffet, but I would be expected to get any condiments for them and of course serve them their choice of beverage. Remove empty dishes then serve dessert along with coffee if desired. After clearing the dining room you will serve wine in the living room for those that request it. Then of course clean up all the dishes and the kitchen before you get the ladies their coats and purses as they leave later in the evening.

I looked over the foods they wanted for the buffet, smiling as nothing on the list would be difficult to prepare. I curtsied to Jennifer. “Thank you Miss Haverty for the job, I will do my best to please you.”

Then headed to the kitchen to start preparing the food. I turned to see the expression on her face, her mouth wide open an indication of my actions on her. It took me about an hour to find everything and make the initial preparations of the dishes. Later I will only need to cook the items that needed it, the items to be served cold only needing to be put on the buffet table.

I headed to the dining room, set the table for her expected fifteen guests, and then made sure what I needed in serving accessories was ready on the table used to house the buffet. Both of the Haverty females made frequent visits to check on my progress, but left me alone for the most part. Miss Haverty did find the time to swat my butt frequently, with me having to remind her that I would need to report that action to the agency. A giggle and she was off again until the next visit.

I was getting a little hungry but decided to skip eating my stomach still rumbling quite violently. The only thing keeping me somewhat in the game was me staying busy, trying to make sure everything was perfect for tonight. Since this was my first job with the agency, I wanted to make a good impression. Gawd as if all of this is not enough to deal with I am still making up fantasy scenarios in my mind.

I finished all of the cold dishes, and placed them in the refrigerator to stay chilled. The dishes to be put in the oven were already setting on the counter. I had just finished the appetizers when Miss Haverty did another one of her checks on me, the swat on my butt getting my attention very quickly.

She held me in her arms, squashing my breasts against hers while kissing me hard on the lips. She whispered in my ear that both her and her Mom are so appreciative of your help, you have turned out far better than any hired help in the past.

But if you want to avoid a bad report on you appearance you might want to fix your lipstick, and get that erstwhile tit back in its bra cup. I looked down quickly, my tits secure in their bra cups as she giggled and waltzed away. I think I heard, made you look as she retreated.

I did repair my lipstick though, it was smeared all over my lips, thanks to Miss Haverty. I wonder if is common for the employer to assault the maid this way, surely the agency would not tolerate this.

I still had a little time so I made my way upstairs and cleaned that bathroom too. The inspector made her visit, but this time I was spared any makeup repairs. While upstairs I changed into my pink uniform and the dreaded stiletto heels and touched up my lip gloss and mascara. I checked my appearance then headed downstairs.

As I was heading back downstairs I thought about what I was doing. My nerves were a little better, mainly because I hadn’t had time to worry about things. So far things were going okay, maybe I can make it through the remainder of the day without any more problems.

I hope Ms. Haverty’s friends assume that I am indeed a female, exposed to the group for being a male and Miss Haverty’s husband might put a damper on the festivities this afternoon and evening.

Now in the home stretch I got everything in the oven, luckily she had two ovens so everything could cook at the same time. I checked everything again, not wanting to forget anything and embarrass myself or my employer.

The doorbell rang just after four, so I made my way there greeting them and taking their coats and purses. There was a small den not far from the front door, so that is where their things were put. I showed them to the living room, curtsied and left. Over the next thirty minutes all of the rest of her guests showed up all handled in the same way.

I checked to see if they desired something to drink, took their orders and returned later with their orders, followed up by the trays of appetizers. Every time I entered or left I curtsied after dropping off whatever I was bringing. Several times I overheard some of the conversation, my name mentioned often.

I guess Miss Haverty decided an appropriate name for a maid would be Tessie, so that is how I was referred to for the duration of the day.

Nothing was really difficult, since I had planned things fairly well there were no disasters or failures on my part. After I had most of her guests taken care of I went to set up the buffet, the cold dishes and the remainder of the appetizers were placed there first, the hot dishes to be brought out right before dinner was served. I checked in on the group in the living room, making sure no one was needing anything while carrying some empty glasses back to the kitchen.

Ms. Haverty came to tell me dinner could be served after kissing me directly on the lips and thanking me for being such an excellent maid. Another makeup repair then I finished setting up the buffet. When all was ready I entered the living room did a deep curtsy and announced dinner is ready.

I was the subject of some tittering among her guests but they did make their way to the dining room. As they set down after filling their plates I asked for their drink choices and then returned with them a few minutes later.

Earlier Miss Haverty said she would help me with the drinks but she never did make an effort to help. I presume since she was paying my exorbitant fee she decided I could handle it myself. The longest one of the ladies had to wait for her drink was a couple of minutes so I presume I handled it in a satisfactory way. I did make sure I waited on Miss Haverty last, the smirk on my face showing how much I was enjoying making her wait for service.

Always super courteous wanting to know if I can get her anything else. She was sitting at the end of the table and not in full view of the guests, so her couple of gropes of my butt would not be noticed by anyone. No doubt it will cost me later, but this is now and so much fun.

I did get everyone fed, served the dessert I had made, something different than what I was told to make. I had whipped up a cheesecake earlier, and covered it with fresh cherries in a sweet sauce.

After serving everyone it was super quiet, the only noise from the forks scraping across the dessert plates. Even my employers were quiet, not doing much but getting the fork with the next bite to their mouth. I cleaned up after they finished, got coffee for the ones wanting it, then returned to the kitchen to start cleaning up.

There was very little noise coming from either the dining room or the living room so I had no idea what was happening. On the couple of trips to retrieve any leftover dirty dishes everyone was quiet as soon as I entered the room.

About an hour later I noticed several ladies heading for the front door, so I scurried to get their coats and purses. As each lady took their things from me I was hugged, kissed on the cheek and thanked for a wonderful evening and some delicious food.

I began to suspect something as every one of her guests did the same to me. After all had left I returned to my clean up loading the dishwasher and washing the pots and pans by hand. I had just finished wiping down the counters when my employers came into the kitchen. They sat at the kitchen bar pointing to a seat between them for me to sit at.

Ms. Haverty started it out asking me how much I would charge for what I did this afternoon and tonight. Jokingly I asked if putting up with one of my employers roving hands was also to be figured in. Jennifer went red in the face as her Mom looked at her sternly.

“Since you have been so good to me and bought me some nice uniforms and shoes that hurt like hell to wear, there is no charge for today. Maybe if we do this again if I am included in the planning stage things might be easier for all of us.”

“Well for a certain individual I am starting up my domestic help business up again. One employee only, with the one with the roving hands to oversee the operation of that entity. We have decided to charge thirty dollars an hour that is from the time you leave your house till you return.”

“Now for the interesting part, Tessie is already booked up for five days a week for the next six months, several of the ladies planning on more doings as soon as they are finalized I am sure you will not have any time for yourself after all of this is put on paper.

I have insisted on a day of pampering each week at the salon, for that there will be no discussion. All of the fees are yours, the business end just so that I can manage the collection of your fees. I will also make sure that your every wish is handled by that dead beat you married, roving hands or not.

So Tessie, I need a decision, a simple yes will be sufficient for now, the proper forms can be handled later.”

I got up, looked at her Mom and said yes, then turned and kissed Jennifer hard making sure her lipstick is messed up good. “Now if you will excuse me I need to finish this job, otherwise I will not get paid for this evening.”

I walked over and started the dishwasher and put the couple of dishes of leftovers in the refrigerator. Meanwhile Jennifer had grabbed my hand and was trying to lead me upstairs, mumbling about a certain maid needing the benefit of her roving hands.

In my maid quarters I was undressed and seen to, never did get any sleep that night, not that I am complaining. Come to think of it I never got fed either.

It all started with the words goody a new maid. Now a Gurl who has a great job, even my supervisor appreciates my work ethic and my appearance.

2016 thru 2025 by Francesca

I had the day off, promising to go with my sister and her daughter to the mall. It was her daughter’s birthday and she had been promised as a gift to get her ears pierced.

According to Sis, Haley had been so excited, barely talking of anything else. Greg, her husband, had to use their car today for a business meeting so I was drafted to give them a ride and preserve peace in this part of the free world.

Haley came running up to my car as soon as I drove up the driveway, then had to run back and get her Mom moving in my direction. Laura was smiling as Haley tried everything in her power to get headed in the direction of the mall. I got a huge hug from Haley, thanking me for offering to take her to the mall.

She was literally bouncing in the seat as I pulled out into traffic. The closer we got to the mall, though she seemed to quiet down. Laura looked my direction at the last stoplight and mouthed nervous. Now that the mall was getting closer her fear was escalating. When we got out at the mall and started the long walk to the jewelry store Haley was glued to my arm, both arms wrapped around my arm and squeezing it to death.

As we made it to the jewelry store she was now right next to me, still holding my arm in a death grip. Laura told the saleslady that Haley was here to get her ears pierced, and the lady tried to take Haley’s hand to lead her to the piercing chair they had set up in the front of the store. But Haley would not let go of me, so we both ended up next to the chair.

I tried to lean down and whisper to Haley that it would only hurt for a couple of minutes and then pointed to all of the beautiful earrings she would now be able to wear.

Well that only made her grab me even tighter. The lady suggested that Haley sit in my lap and she could then pierce her ears and still be able to hug her security blanket. I realized that I indeed was her security blanket, I tried to get Laura to switch places, but Haley wanted nothing to do with that idea.

I sat in the chair then rearranged Haley on my lap, both of her arms hanging on to something of mine. The saleslady set out her equipment and loaded the gun with Laura’s choice of earrings for Haley. Then Haley turned toward me and started crying, she was pressed as close as she could get to my chest, with her hands around my neck.

I didn’t want this to go on all day, so I mouthed help to Laura. Laura smirked and leaned closer suggesting that I get my ears pierced, to show Haley what it is all about.

My jaw dropped, at first, but maybe it would work and we could move on. I nodded and Laura went off in search of the perfect set of earrings for me.

Sis has always been a little devious in our dealings with each other, nothing serious but usually resulting in me getting the short end of the stick eventually. Her biggest deception was when she asked me to be her Maid of Honor when she got married.

Of course, I immediately balked at the idea, but she has a way of wearing you down, so for her wedding I was indeed her Maid of Honor. I was spared the ordeal of wearing a dress, but a pink tuxedo would come close to being just as humiliating as a dress. She did talk me into wearing silky undergarments, ladies shoes and a little makeup though.

I received several compliments on my appearance and had to dance with several gentlemen that day at the reception. Other than that the fallout was minimal, although way too many pictures were now showing up among friends and family highlighting my appearance that day. I am sure most of them would end up in scrapbooks someday, immortalizing that fateful day.

She returned from her quest for my earrings, holding the pair in her hand so I could not see what she had picked. I closed my eyes, and got Haley to sit up so the saleslady could get to my ear lobes easier. A second gun was loaded with my earrings and after marking where they would go the saleslady held the gun up to my ear and pulled the trigger.

I felt it, but other than a male now having earrings it was a not a big deal. The clasps were added to the back of the earring securing them in place. Then the other ear and I was now sporting earrings in both ears.

Haley had watched me getting pierced and soon straightened up so she could get her ears pierced. She did not loosen her hold on my body though, my poor arm will never be the same. Two clicks and soon the ordeal of getting her ears pierced was over. Haley had a huge smile on her face as the lady held up a mirror so Haley could see her new earrings.

Then I felt the saleslady add something to my earrings, wondering what she had added. I glanced in the mirror, then gave Laura a scathing stare.

The usual stud that was used to pierce ears was there, but from a small ring at the bottom of the stud was a dangle, hooked to that ring and swaying to and fro against my neck. The dangle had small diamonds along loops of silver wire, mixed with amethyst stones, my birth stone.

Laura had paid for the ear piercing and the earrings, and she led us away farther down the mall. One of the anchor stores had a huge beauty salon, and that is where we ended up at. Laura told their receptionist that Haley was here for her appointment. I remembered now Laura mentioning that Haley’s birthday party was to be at the place where I worked later that evening.

I worked at a party store, where we specialized in doing elaborate birthday parties. I think Laura mentioned that Haley had selected a Princess party, one of our most popular. I was glad I was off today, Although I usually handled the male birthday parties, I was sure I would be roped into helping with Haley’s.

The lady came up front to get Haley, but again she wouldn’t let go of me. One more sigh and I was seated in a chair next to Haley as she had her hair washed and conditioned. She never did let go of me entirely, at least one hand grabbing on to something of mine.

Laura was watching what was going on, that stupid smirk of hers evident now. Sure enough another tech came up, leaned my chair back and started washing my hair. The sighs kept coming, but both Haley’s and my hair were worked on by the techs.

When they started putting curlers in Haley’s hair I felt the same being done to mine. I looked for Laura, she just smiled and mouthed go along with it. So after the curlers were all put in our hair, we were moved to a couple of dryers right next to each other. As the warm air dried our hair the same techs started working on our nails. I didn’t even look for Laura, I am sure she is having a ball at my expense, but at least Haley seems to be happy.

Yes, I ended up with long tapered nails painted in Princess Pink nail polish. My hair was removed from the curlers, then styled into an updo, something a princess might wear to a party. Haley and I were now a perfect match, only my male clothes spoiling the effect.

That was also soon handled as two fancy ball gowns were brought out and placed side by side. Haley only had to step into hers after slipping out of her dress. The buttons at the back of the dress were done up. A cute pair of kitten heels were added to her feet then some makeup, mainly for her eyes and lips.

Meanwhile I was stripped out of my male clothes, then what little body hair I had managed to grow over my twenty-six years on this planet was creamed off. Breasts glued to my chest, then panties, a bra and slip were added before my dress was stepped into. Of course heels were needed, a princess can’t be seen wearing flats. I had no idea why I went along with everything, I guess in for a penny, in for a pound seemed somewhat relevant now.

Of course, Laura showed up at this time, her smirk now ear to ear. As she led us back to her car, she told me I could help at the party tonight. I had no wish to appear at work dressed like a princess, but since Laura was now driving I guess it is my apparent fate. When we got to the party store, I saw nothing but lots of princesses, all attired like Haley and me.

I noticed a careful scrutiny was given me from Ginny, my store manager, then a huge smile appeared on her face. This was not good for me, Ginny although quite a good boss, was all company orientated. If it benefited the company she endorsed it wholeheartedly.

I did help with setting up the party, as Laura and some of the other mothers tried to handle the mass of Princesses. Ginny appeared, walking up to me and fastened a name badge on my dress. It stated Resident Princess Catherine with a picture of me in the corner of the badge. I blushed but there was too many princesses around to argue with Ginny. If I had known that would be my only job from that day on I might have handled things differently.

It was a great success, every one in attendance seemed happy and pleased with the party. Three hours later the party wound down, the young girls playing with some of the gifts Haley received for her birthday while a few of us tried to tidy up the mayhem that was evident in the party room.

As we made our way to the door, Ginny caught me and told to come in tomorrow dressed in the same outfit, another Princess party scheduled for tomorrow. I tried to decline but had a feeling that the changes to my nails, hair and body would prevent a male presentation.

For one thing the false breasts that had been shoved into the bra before I donned the Princess dress seemed attached to me now, a finger of mine trying to move it on my chest having no luck in doing so.

As we walked out to Laura’s car, Haley thanked me for making her day special, wanting to know if she could call me Aunt Jean since I made such a pretty female. Then she got closer to me, asking that I might forgive her for tricking me into getting my ears pierced, she was never nervous, but Laura wanted her to fake being nervous so I would get my ears pierced too. Another look in the direction of Laura, that same smirk even now more evident.

I had been manipulated by the best, but then I did have fun at Haley’s party this afternoon, something I seldom experienced at work these days. I never did get out of the Princess dresses, now I am the official reigning Princess of the party store, the most requested type of party we offer.

Laura had fun throwing out all of my male clothes, although the type of dresses she replaces them with are so feminine. I even have went on a date with a fellow co-worker, he knows of my true gender but sees me only as a happy Princess.

I eventually replaced Ginny as store manager, she being promoted to district supervisor. We are currently the number one party store in the chain averaging three parties a day every day of the week.

At thirty years of age I am also the youngest store manager in the chain. I never looked back, fate or karma, it doesn’t make any difference the reason. I am happy and it all started with getting my ears pierced. Just think wearing earrings and being a princess, what more could a gurl want.

© 2016 thru 2025 by Francesca

I was back home for the first time in two years, excluding some brief visits several times a year. This time I was here to stay, my schooling concluded. The last two years of college consuming that time, with my degree in business economics finally obtained. I finished junior college in my home town, but wanted my degree to have a little more clout than just a state university.

Beckham School of Economics had that clout that I desired, although they were not local, they were just far enough away to keep from commuting. I found these last two years at Beckham to be quite a challenge, the courses they offered were very challenging, covering every nuance of the economic spectrum.

I graduated fifth in my class of twelve hundred, bringing with me a list of prospective employers that would like to meet me in the area. This was an integral part of the Beckham experience.

My sister was waiting for my plane when it touched down at Sky Harbor International Airport. As I entered the terminal I was hugged tenderly, actually it felt more like I was being squeezed to death. She held the hug forever, so glad to have me back with her. It had been a lonely two years, seeing each other only on holidays or semester breaks. That was no more than four times a year, each visit lasting only for a few days.

The two of us the only remaining part of our family. We were close, maybe a little too close for a brother and sister. Our parents had died when their plane crashed while on a second honeymoon. I still took the plane when I had to, but was always very uneasy doing so. Still way too scary, even now, several years after the crash.

We picked up my luggage and made our way to her car. She drove us to the home we had been raised in, as it came into view I hoped this time it was for good. It was located to the south of Phoenix, just around the corner from South Mountain Park, near the town of Guadalupe. Enough out of town to be out of the hustle and bustle of the city. The house is located on ten acres, so there is some privacy from neighbors. The acreage never developed before my parents built their house here, still spotted with some cactus and native mesquite trees. It was slightly rolling land, as was all the land around South Mountain Park. The house perched on top of one of the rolling hills.

I carried my things in the house, and up to my bedroom. It was so good to be home again. Hung up my clean clothes with my sister’s help, sorting the ones out that needing washing. Sis has always been involved in my choice of clothes and anything to do with my appearance.

After I started a load of laundry we adjourned to the enclosed patio to drink some iced green tea and catch up on each other’s lives since my last visit. Since it was still early April the weather was warm but not obtrusive in the valley. The air was clear as far as you could see, the smog from the adjoining city not evident today.

We eventually got around to my list of prospective employers, Jean, my sister, circling several that I should interview with first. Since she had helped me with hanging my clothes, it was suggested that I might want to buy a few new threads, a good impression very important with a prospective employer. I agreed, but didn’t say anything more on that subject.

Ever since we were children, she has taken an inordinate interest in how I dressed. She always has been meticulously dressed, never anything out of place. Her hair styled to perfection, her makeup always perfect. I guess it has served her well, five promotions in the last three years, and now head of a division of her company responsible for over five hundred employees. I knew that her work ethic was responsible for her advancement, but according to her it was how she dressed that made the biggest difference.

Where we differed the most was her opinion of how I should dress. I am small for a male standing five foot three inches tall. I have a reasonable build, with narrow shoulders, definitely ones that would usually be found on most any female. I tip the scales at one hundred thirty-three pounds on a good day, less than that most any other time. Let’s face it I am skinny as a rail, and resemble a female more than a male.

Sis favors the androgynous look, a pant suit with blouse underneath in a gray or tan color. You did notice I said blouse and not shirt. As far as sis is concerned there is not a male shirt that is right for me, according to her the male shirt just does not look right on my body.

As far as male suits go, most look huge on me, the shoulders so wide it seems to swallow me inside of it, so she has always insisted on a female pantsuit for me. The ones that sis picks out for me, the cut is usually not very feminine. With her choice of colors it could loosely pass as an item of male apparel. I did stress loosely, a female would notice a difference right away, most males probably missing the obvious difference.

I had already conceded to her wish for longer hair on me, most of the time at college it is worn in a low ponytail tucked into my shirt. This has always been one of her first requirements of me, short hair and me, she says, looks absolutely awful.

I tend to agree, the few times I have had short hair it did nothing for my looks. With short hair my refection in a mirror showed an image I had no idea who it belonged to. If a guess had to be made most would figure I was still in high school and most likely a nerd of the highest order.

When I started yawning she dragged me off to bed, kissed me and told me to get a good night’s sleep and she will help me get ready for the interviews in the morning. Again an appropriate place for a comment from me, but instead I kept quiet and laid back in bed.

It seemed not even a minute before I was asleep, hoping for better things in my future.
By the time I managed to withdraw myself from the bed the next morning, she had already lined up three interviews for later in the day.

My clothes for the day were laid on a chair in my bedroom, I sighed when I saw them, but maybe I could somehow stand the embarrassment today. Every piece no doubt from her side of the closet. There would be additional opportunity tomorrow or the day after for other interviews dressed in my choice of clothing.

She brushed my hair for me, something I had missed while away at college. There is nothing more relaxing then somebody running a brush through your hair. Although when the brush hit a tangled mat, it was far from relaxing. Before college it was a frequent treat for me, she loved to do it, a way that a sister could show her love for a sibling. You noticed I said sibling, I really doubt she ever saw me as a brother, most likely a younger sister.

Next a pair of sweats, some sneakers and I am dragged out of the bedroom, down the hall and into the garage. The color of the sweats an indication of what she has in mind for me. Bright pink, with girl power emblazoned on the chest. I shrugged my shoulders, she is in one of her moods, so all else is irrelevant until she gets her way. She often refers to it as her agenda.

I am driven to a salon on the edge of Phoenix, very near to Arizona State University. As she pulls up to the salon I grab the car door handle, holding on tight shaking my head no before she can say anything. She turns me toward her until I have to look at her face.

“If you remember I helped pay your expenses for your schooling. Today is some of my payback for that feat. I have taken time off from work to help in your presentation so you will embrace this totally, do what they tell you to do, then attend the interviews this afternoon I have arranged. Do your best to sway them into hiring you this way. If this fails I will leave you alone for a couple of weeks so you can try your way. After that we will stop and talk about what comes next.”

“You need to enter the salon, ask for Stacey and do as she says. This can be accomplished with your cooperation or I can handle it other ways, but you will end up doing as I wish today. Now are you going to cooperate, or do I need in employ other methods?”

I swallowed hard, opened the car door and got out, I watched as she drove off, leaving me in the hands of Stacey. I had a pretty good idea of what Sis wanted for me, I was not particularly happy about it, but she did pay a lot of my expenses at school, to insure that I got the education I wanted. With a huge sigh I walked through the door and asked for Stacey.

As she approached from the back I got my first look at the sign on the back wall of the salon. Turnabout Gurl Salon in bright pink letters almost three foot high. Another sigh, I am now sure of my earlier thought, it will be a very difficult day for me.

I was led back to a separate room and seated in a stylist chair. The chair is leaned back and my hair is washed and conditioned. A towel is wrapped around the wet hair and the chair is set back upright.

Not much conversation from Stacey, she seems really focused on what she is doing to me. I ask a couple of general questions of her, she smiles and responds then surprises me with her next statement. “Jean said you would try and engage me in conversation so that some of what is planned could not be finished in time. I will gladly talk to you, but you will be done in time for your appointments, that I can guarantee.”

I sighed, Sis knows me well, and is apparently quite determined to get her agenda completed today at all costs.

Stacey separates the hair into sections pinning the sections to my head. Then she works through each section combing it then cutting it to the proper length for the style. She does engage me in conversation from time to time, but is determined to finish her tasks. She did ask what college I went to and what I studied. After making it through all the sections she wets the hair with a spray bottle and then starts winding the sections into curlers.

Yep, what I feared most is happening. I asked nicely what style she has been requested to give me. She giggles, I see your sister, Jean, has not told you anything, so why don’t you just wait and be surprised. I am sure you will look fantastic, much better than when you entered the salon.

With a head full of curlers I was expecting the hair dryer, but I was led to another room and laid on a table. I was furnished a small pillow, keeping the hard curlers from pressing against the table making it more comfortable to lay there. My sweats were removed, then my shorts, now naked and feeling very vulnerable on the table.

A cream was rubbed all over my front, including junior, then thirty minutes later wiped off. With it what little hair I had been able to grow on my body came with it. Now with my front as smooth as a baby, I was turned over and my back side handled in the same manner. That apparently included my rosebud, a very humiliating experience indeed. Luckily, I was facing down, the red on my cheeks shared only with the table.

Next was my eyebrows, this time hot wax was used, most of my eyebrow coming out with the first pull of the cloth strip. Looking in the mirror at the end of the room, that side of my face is definitely feminine. Once the other side is handled there was no doubt that Oliver had gone missing, maybe for quite some time.

The name Oliver was a moniker that I truly despised. I did everything I could to get people to use anything else instead as I grew up. Oli, O.J. and several others got limited use, my sister Jean had always used Olivia, knowing that I hated that too. So I pretty much went through life answering to anything except Oliver and I do mean anything. I even acknowledged sis’s use of Olivia on occasion.

Back on subject, now that I was hairless, with a feminine face, the feminine hairdo that I figured was coming would fit right in the scheme of things. The hair dryer was next, forty minutes of warm air blowing over me left me drowsy and not with the program. Stacy removed the curlers, the large curls falling out all around my face. I knew at that point it would be worse than anything I had envisioned.

The fact that I was setting in her stylist’s chair naked as the day I was born with just a cape around my shoulders left me bewildered and confused. The curls were manipulated into an ultra-feminine hairdo, with curly tendrils at the back of my head and over my ears. There was no male image in the mirror anymore, nothing but gorgeous female to be seen. Several diamond encrusted barrettes were added to the sides of my hairdo, keeping the hair on the side of my head tight and smooth.

As I looked into the mirror again, my sister Jean appeared with a garment bag over her shoulder. I looked for the clothes I had worn to the salon, but they were suspiciously missing. Another sigh, what she has for me in the bag is my only choice apparently. Then I thought back to when we left the house, my wallet, keys and credit cards and ID all left at home. Another big sigh, I guess it will be her way today, all other choices now seemingly unavailable.

Her choice of clothes was worse than I expected, what she had laid out on the bed this morning not what she brought to the salon. Her choice for me today was an Ivory ladies suit with a pencil skirt. I gave Jean such a look, but she was holding all the cards. My cape was yanked off, and a pair of panties was handed me. I thought about it for a minute, then when she held up the thong panty as an alternative, I slipped the ones I was handed first on quickly. A bra was next, thankfully not sexy, although it was an underwire.

After she helped fasten the clasp behind my back she came around front and reached into the cup and grabbed some flesh and pulled sharply up. A lot of the flesh stayed in the cup leaving me with a noticeable bust. A slip came next then the skirt. A lacy blouse was added, then she showed me how to slip the blouse under the waistband of the skirt. The jacket next, then the cape again as Stacy added some mascara then some blush to my cheeks followed by several coats of lipstick.

The cape removed, then I was hustled out to her car. As I sat in the passenger seat I was handed a purse, looking inside I found everything I might need, the list of interviews and several copies of my resume and college transcripts. I did notice that my wallet was devoid of cash and credit cards, although I did have my ID. No keys to anything, apparently a car and the house were off limits until I had attended the interviews.

I gave up, might as well do as she wants, any other options or choices seemingly denied me. Twenty minutes later I was dropped off at the first place on the list, I was to see a Ms. Townsend, take a test or two, then have the interview. I found her office, her secretary handing me the test and showing me to an unused desk. It only took me a half hour to complete the test, the secretary graded it and then took it to her boss. A few minutes later I was called back and spent the next hour being interviewed. None of the questions were difficult, I was expecting most of them, so I gave quick concise answers. I think I did well, Ms. Townsend said she would call me later today after she had reviewed the test and interview questions.

That sounded familiar since we were taught that approach in school, a way to evade telling the applicant that they cannot use them. Jean was waiting for me when I exited the building, and promptly drove me to the next interview. I was again dropped off in front of their offices, looking at my list I was to see a Mr. Johnson at two o’clock. I was a few minutes early so I waited in his outer office.

No test this time, just him going over my resume, my classes and the recommendations of some of my professors. I doubt he was interested in me other than my apparent gender. Several times his eyes was on my chest and not on me the person. Even though I had little up top, it was apparently enough to occupy his interest. After the interview was over, Jean was waiting again, this time a longer trip to Scottsdale and my last appointment. This time another female, a Ms. Walker was the one to see.

I was surprised she didn’t even look at my resume, my letters of recommendation, or the classes I took in school. Instead we walked through her company offices talking to employees and what projects they were working on. Several times I was inserted in the conversation, asking an opinion or how I would tackle the problem. We ended up in their accounting department, where she introduced me to Julie the head of the department.

Several examples of their accounting were shown to me, I looked them over then made a suggestion to them. I figured that was why I was in the department in the first place, they were wanting to know if my knowledge was all from a book, or based on real life circumstances.

All during the conversations I had the funny feeling that Sis was in on this, the way the interview was handled, and that none of my pertinent details had been looked at. I imagined she had approached this lady, laid everything out and waited to see if I would be chosen. Maybe the lady owed Sis something, a favor that she was calling in. Not the first time something like that has happened, with Sis involved.

Back to her office, I was shown to a seat in front of her desk. I sat properly as befits a female in a skirt and decided I needed to confront her and find out how much Sis had to do with this.

“Ms. Walker, just exactly what has Jean and you discussed. I am not that mentally challenged that I can’t figure out she had quite a lot of input in this before I arrived for the interview. I want the job, but based on my merits and not on what Jean has told you. If that can be accomplished I will be glad to work for you.” I got a huge smile from her.

“Okay, let’s lay all the cards on the table. Yes Jean has talked to me about you. What she has clearly stated is what I have seen in person today. I know of your true gender, how you are dressed today is actually a request of mine. For the position I have in mind for you, it is essential that you present gender female. I wanted to see if your presentation as a female is adequate for the position. If I were to offer you the position with those requirements would you be interested?”

“I might be interested, depending on the reason that I need to present gender female. Heaven knows I have had enough practice due to Sis’s involvement in my life and I am sure it would tick several boxes for my sister if I did take the position as described.”

“Now for the reason that I would need to portray a female at work. Inquiring minds want to know.”

“Several years ago this company was a family owned and operated business. The grandfather was the CEO and served as such until he was in his early nineties. There were members of the family that he did not want in any supervisory positions. These were mostly males, including his second son. At one of the board meetings he amended the rules regarding progression in the company. Any employees in a supervisory position must portray the female gender 24/7 or be excluded from any and all dividends or stocks, no exceptions. No stocks would leave the employee without any clout or way to further themselves in the company.

His one daughter was who he wanted to follow him as CEO, so he figured that would ensure his wish. Of course, the son tried to legally fight it, he thought the position was and should be his. The attorneys for the company won out, and he moved away in disgust a few years later after spending most of his limited inheritance fighting the change in the company bylaws.”

“It has worked well for the company, a lot of infighting and jockeying for top of the heap never materialized. When the daughter retired she made sure that the owners of the company stock were all like minded, and even though we have had several challenges in court by others the rule has persisted.

Incidentally the entire stock of the company is owned by females, most of them daughters and granddaughters of the two CEO’s. That CEO position is currently filled by an outsider, a quite capable and smart young woman hand-picked by the daughter.”

“In simple terms if you want the job, you are going to be living and working as a female for the duration. My opinion I think you will do quite nicely, your actions and ideas today proving my theory. I see before me another young woman, intelligent and gifted wanting to make a success out of her career choice, I think here will be an excellent place to start. No telling where this may take you.”

I asked her if I could think about it overnight, then get back with her. She smiled, apparently the exact response she was expecting from me. We shook hands, then she invited me to return tomorrow at nine A.M. tell her of my decision and maybe work a day to see if what she has in mind for me is something I can live with.

I was handed a stack of forms to be filled out, and told to just fill them out and return them to her in the morning. I guess everyone expects me to take the job with the required dressing as a female requirement. We shook hands and she welcomed me to the company as she held my hand and squeezed it, her huge smile conveying the fact that she knew I would eventually accept.

Back out front as Jean was waiting for me, that same smile on her face as on Ms. Walker’s face when I left her in her office. I had kept the forms I needed to fill out in my purse, not wanting Jean to see them . I was quizzed immediately if I got the job, I sighed and told Jean I had to continue the interview in the morning, then I will be told of her decision. It was already quitting time so I doubted Jean could call Ms. Walker to confirm my story.

On the way home I was asked lots of questions, Jean trying to find out how I had screwed up the interview. I imagined once home the interrogation would continue, Jean obviously miffed at things not working out as she had intended. I had a hard time controlling a smile and giggle that was just below the surface just waiting to bust out.

I did get questioned for most of the evening, I could tell Sis was frustrated, my answers not adding anything to the equation. I contemplated trying to keep her from finding out that I was offered the job for a longer period of time, since this banter back and forth was fun. I did fill out the forms in my bedroom that night, deciding that the job offered was better than anything I might be offered to my male persona.

I thought often about the requirement to dress as a female, then looked down at my body, suddenly realizing that I had stayed dressed as a proper woman in business attire all day and had managed to live though it, truth be known I actually enjoyed the time dressed, even straightening my hair do and applying another coat of lipstick during the interview and after dinner.

I knew I had a sharp learning curve to accomplish in the next few days, I though I could handle the clothes alright, but doing my makeup and hair everyday might be a bit more than I could master in the ensuing days. I definitely wanted to work a day or two at my new job, making sure it was as described and that I could handle it easily. I think my main concern was if I could handle the female portrayal, not if I could perform the actual work.

The next morning I got dressed earlier than I had told Sis my interview was for, slipping out of the house as she was just getting up. I had found a tan suit to wear today, the skirt a pencil skirt and fairly short. Of course, the underwear and stockings necessary to present a proper female image were donned. The only heels that matched color wise were five inches tall. They were in my size, and so sexy, a coincidence no doubt. It took me several trips around my bedroom before I felt confident enough to wear them out.

I had arranged to borrow her car, since I knew where I was headed and had nothing else on the agenda for today. I had just arrived when Ms. Walker came into the office, I got a huge smile, as she apparently liked employees being prompt. I apologized for my looks, telling her that I needed to learn some more about makeup and hair styles, something I intend to do in the next few days. I was told that my appearance was satisfactory, no worse than a female having a bad hair day.

I handed her the completed forms asking her if I could work a day or two to see if it is something I would like while hopefully able to contribute to the company some. She processed my forms, filled out my social security forms and had me sign them, then led me to where I will work today.

For the first day I was placed in my own office, given two very sizable stacks of data and shown how they needed to be added to the accounts data base. Although it was such an easy task, it allowed me to see some of the economic aspects of their company and not be overly stressed out at what I was doing. I did find several mistakes, gathering that information up to give to Ms. Walker later. The morning flew by, doing something seeming to occupy my mind, allowing me to forget that I was totally dressed as a female.

I took my lunch at the appropriate time, using a fast food place a few blocks from work. I ate in their dining room, then fixed my lipstick as if I had been doing this my whole life. I did place a couple of curls back in their proper place also. When I got back Ms. Walker was waiting for me, wanting to know how I was progressing. I showed her the mistakes and then the corrected data. As she left to go back to her office she had such a smirk on her face.

I finished the data entry by three, and went to find out what next. She handed me a disc with all of the companies information on it, asking me to give it a scan so I could see what was involved in their operation. It had their current relationship with several customers on it, along with info on most of their other customers. I spent until six that day looking it all over, making several notations where I thought some changes might improve their profitably and noting one glaring mistake that needed to be corrected.
As I was straightening the desk I used and gathering my purse Ms. Walker came in and set in the chair in front of the desk I had used. I showed her my recommendations, then the mistake and noted that I had corrected it, the new figures printed out on a sheet for her to see. She looked it over, then suggested I head home, she wanted me back tomorrow at eight A.M. where she will show me to my office and introduce me to my staff.

I was hugged as we left the office, her telling me that she would not take any excuses from me. I will be into work tomorrow and that is final. She gave me a hug and went back to her office, while I headed to the parking lot and my car. I made the wild assumption that I had been hired, a smile coming to my face. The drive back to our home not taking near as long as the trip into work this morning.

When I entered the house Sis was right there wanting to know how things worked out today. I tried to play it down, telling her I needed to make a few more copies of my resume, and ditch the female attire, getting with the list of employers the school had given me. I thanked her for her help, but no one was interested in me as a female and working for them.

Well that approach lasted for a whole five minutes as she stared at me, then when a smile started appearing on my face, she hauled off and hit me hard. I was rubbing my arm as she dragged me to the couch by my ear. Pushed me down on the couch and parked her tush right next to me. Her look of frustration quickly had me divulging all before she decided I needed another remainder of her strength. Once all was told, she grabbed my hand and we were off. Out the door, in her car and at the mall before you could count to a hundred.

Up and down the mall, as she expanded my wardrobe to the nth degree. I had to make several trips back to her car laden down with bags, shaking my head as I did so. I will have to work a year to just break even. It wasn’t just taking my new things to the car that afternoon, I had to try each piece on in the store, making sure they fit properly and looked good on me. By the time she decided I had enough for the first week I was pooped.

Fifteen business suits plus skirts and blouses for after work. I would have to change suits twice a day to be able to wear them all during my first week at work. I did mention that thought, but Sis did as she always did and totally ignored my mutterings.

Up early the next morning, getting my bath and making sure I was presentable. Selected my underwear and put it on, having to take in a large breath to keep from making a mess in the panties. I got the suit on over an ivory blouse that allowed my bra to show through.

When I tried this suit on at the store I don’t remember it being this short, I presume it shrunk as it hung in my closet overnight. It was in a pale peach color, with the jacket only having a single button closing. That allowed the blouse to be seen and the bra underneath it.

I thought Sis might have gotten up to send me off, but she had other ideas. Since I was hired as a female her agenda had been satisfactorily completed, so an extra forty winks was called for on her part.

At work I was shown to my office, introduced to my staff, then she went over some things she wanted accomplished from my group. Nothing was complicated, I assigned the work based on the short history they had supplied when introduced to me. They seemed to be a good group of employees, all of them pitching in to get the job done.

I checked on them often, pointing out a few things I preferred in what they were doing. I got looks of awe, apparently none of their previous bosses looked over their work, or made suggestions on how it was presented. That was probably why there was mistakes present in some of the previous work I had reviewed.

Since they had done real well this morning I offered to take them to lunch, my treat. I had seven females with mouths open, staring at me. I had to make the offer twice before it made it through their shocked minds. I tried to convey to them that we are a group, not single employees out to climb to the top, no matter how many people we had to climb over to get there.

After lunch I noticed a difference as they started working with each other and asking questions of each other. I smiled as I went back to my office, maybe just maybe this job will be alright.

I did notice later in the afternoon that I was fixing my lipstick and powdering my nose if needed. Something never mentioned to me or taught. I guess my trial in the female gender can be called an unqualified success, since Olivia has now been totally assimilated.

I do love shopping and have availed myself of several of the salon’s treatments to make me more realistic as a female. Breasts and hips among the salon’s services with way too many clothes and heels now occupying my closet space. I am sure sis will be happy, just as happy as I am being a Gurl for the rest of my life.

© 2016 thru 2025 by Francesca

It was time for our companies New Years costume party. Kind of a tradition, since this year will be the thirteenth edition of the affair. Over the years the party has changed quite a bit from scary monsters and witches to famous movie stars.

This year Monica, the CEO wanted a more lighthearted theme since with the virus, the depressed economy and so many people unemployed anything to help people forget for a while would be welcome.

For several days a possible theme was tossed around the executive offices. The one that ended up being adopted surprised everyone. Since the majority of the employees were married Monica suggested that the theme will be come as your spouse. No elaborate costumes, just dress as your spouse would for their job, if possible in their clothes to save on expenses.

She knew there would be some exceptions and that was fine with her, but she truly wanted us to try and hold to the basic idea of the party. Monica managed to get some of our customers to donate some prizes, most of the prizes turning out to be quite significant. The grand prize worth almost five thousand dollars. That indeed got the creative juices flowing, now almost every employee talking about the contest and what they were going to wear.

Quite a few guys seemed reluctant until the CFO, a male named Terrance announced he was coming as his wife, who is employed as a bar maid. Even showing a few pictures of him trying on her outfit. That loosened up the other guys, if Terrance could join in like that, they would also try to get in the spirit.

Now we come to my part in this party. My wife owns and runs a strip club. Left to her by her mother when she retired to spend some time traveling the country. Her mother started out as an exotic dancer, quite popular and well known.

She handled her career with care saving all she could for later in life. That allowed her to buy a strip club just before she stopped twirling her tassels. The club prospered under her tutelage allowing her to raise Bess without any help from her good for nothing husband.

Bess has done quite well managing the club, guiding it through three additions to the club. Her stable of girls numbers fifteen strippers now, all considered the best at their occupation.

It is quite popular in town attracting couples as well as young males. Her girls are quite good dancers, and of course their bodies are well endowed. The stripping is tastefully done, no farther than pasties and a g-string, but you will never hear a complaint from any of her customers about that minimal attire.

About a week before the party I was summoned by Monica to her office. I was pretty sure what she wanted, so was expecting the meeting. I came in and set down in front of her desk, yep I think I was right since she has this smirk on her face, and was giggling at the same time.

I just sat there making her go first. I could tell she was getting frustrated, already a few minutes into the meeting and she had not got a chance to kid me about my costume for the party. I decided I should go first telling her I was coming as a young female executive, so there.

“No. No that is not allowed. Your wife is an executive true, but first and foremost she is a stripper. So that is how I expect you to show up for the party. I have hired a band for the party and have requested several songs that can be used to strip to in their play list.”

“Now since that is settled, your number one client has found about the party and has invited herself. To keep the playing field level I have found out what her husband does for a living. I couldn’t have planned this any better, he is a high school PE teacher so shorts and a t-shirt plus sneakers will be her costume. Since she has quite a rack, this should be quite interesting. Then to see her ample hips in a pair of short shorts might be even better.”

“I am sure you are aware of her often outlandish demands, so in the interest of keeping her business please agree to any of her demands. After the party we can negotiate the demands away like we have done in the past.”

I still did not agree to come as a stripper, using the phrase we will see. Since my wife and Monica are friends, I am sure their will be added pressure put to me to assure Monica’s wishes are fulfilled.

That night at home the screws were put to me, Bess wanting me to come to the club right after work for my stripper training. That thought barely audible due to her giggling and laughing at the look on my face. I tried to tell her I only had to dress as a stripper, not become one for the party. As you can figure out, that statement was ignored, now Bess along with Monica wanting me sans clothes for the party and ready to twirl my own tassels.

Since I had to live with Bess, I decided to humor her and go to the club after work. The next day as I walked in the side entrance I heard a bunch of high pitched squeals and am attacked by a flock of bouncing breasts and naked flesh. I am led to the middle of the stage and stripped down to my shorts. With so many pairs of hands there was no way I could fight them all off, nor did I want to.

I did not want to be naked around them but to have that many girls doing things to my body did feel wonderful. Bess decided I needed to be brought back down to earth as she walked up to me, grabbed my shorts and yanked them off, then held a pair of panties up to me dangling from her finger. Since junior was starting to stir, I grabbed the panties and slid them up my legs. I just stood there trying to get my heart started again and enough air to my lungs for a few more minutes of life. Gawd they feel so good.

For the next three hours I was shown part of their routine and then tried to duplicate what they had shown me. Of course, I had to have some female clothes to remove, so a bra, slip, dress, garter belt and stockings were added to the pair of panties I was already wearing.

It wasn’t really dancing, but more like moving to the music so that a piece of my clothing could be removed in a seductive way. The girls moved more seductively than I ever could, but they had fun teasing me and helping me to learn the routines.

Bess meanwhile had been seated at one of the tables just off the stage area appraising my moves and what needed to be done to make this more realistic.
According to her my waist was too thick, a corset would be needed to correct that deficiency.

Then we had my stiff movements, so a pair of really high heels were added, confident they would help me move in a more sexy manner during the routine. Of course, I had to learn to walk in them first. So for the rest of the week I was encased in the corset 24/7 and had high heels on my feet unless I was in the shower or was in bed.

Since I still had to show up for work, that meant the heels would be visible to all, where as the corset could be covered up with a baggy shirt or jacket. Monica would come by my office frequently to admire the heels and when caught out in a hall way she would follow me doing swishing noises as I made it to my destination.

I did my best to limit those excursions, for one thing after having the heels on for an hour or two my feet let me know about it, my toes squashed into the toe of the heel and my calves throbbing from the strain of being stretched out.

According to Bess a six inch heel height was necessary to make my movements more feminine and sexy. I somehow doubted the validity of that statement, but the heels that were supplied to me were that height none the less. It apparently a coincidence that she just happened to have a heel of that height in my size.

I had no idea stripping off my clothes could be so exhausting, but was more then ready when it was time for the club to open and my practice session to be over with. I now had to make my way home, the corset trying to cut me in two and the heels making walking nearly impossible.

Bess would show up later, checking on whether I still had the heels on. The corset not a problem since I could not reach the laces and even if I did the leather laces making it hard to undo the knot that they were tied in. She would undo the corset for me before she returned to the club, but only to see to my hygiene and to tighten the laces even tighter before she headed back to the club.
When she had been given the club to run we had talked about a schedule that would satisfy both of us. She opened the club at five, then came home to eat dinner with me around seven, then back to the club around eight and stayed until the club closed at two A.M.

I had changed my schedule at work to come in later and work until seven or thereabouts. One of us would pick up something to eat on the way home, so taking time to cook something would not cut into our together time.

On Saturday she worked straight thru from opening to closing. Sundays the club was closed so that was our day to do things together. The schedule allowed us both some private time, and we made sure to not waste any time when we were both together.

I knew Bess was making a lot of plans, her phone calls from home paused when I was in the vicinity. I am sure nothing that was being arranged I could look forward to. By the end of the week I was managing the heels with ease, although once off I wished they were back on when I tired to walk anywhere without them.

Finally the day before the New Year’s soiree arrived, Bess taking time off from the club to accompany me to my appointments. When she dropped me off at her beauty salon I knew that today would be a disaster, at least, for me.

Her excuse for not coming in with me was she had to pick up my costume for the party. I groaned, with one room at the club devoted to costumes for the strippers, why did she have to get a special one for me.

In the salon they went right to work, informing me of their agenda and having me sign permission slips for the procedure. I should have taken time to read each one thoroughly but was more interested in getting this whole fiasco done and over with.

I was treated to get rid of any body hair, that is anything below the top of my head. Once that was completed they moved to my groin, making junior invisible. In his place was an exact copy of Bess’s cute vagina, I just wish it was not on my body.

They did look at the next item on the paperwork, then consulted someone on the phone, then left me for a few minutes before pulling a large machine into the room. The cups hanging from hoses attached to the machine were glued to my chest then the pump was turned on.

As soon as some of my flab on my chest was sucked into the cups I promptly passed out. When I came around I looked around to see what had been done, then my eyes focused at the cups on my chest.

They were half full already, the pump relentlessly adding more flab to the cups every minute. I knew I would need breasts for my portrayal of a stripper, but thought maybe just something glued to my chest might be sufficient. Apparently that would not be sufficient for my masquerade.

Another one of their techs was working on my nails adding long extensions to each fingernail. I always loved when Bess got her nails done like this, but it did not happen very often, since she had told me it is very hard working with nails this long. From the length of the nails the tech was gluing to my fingers these seemed even longer than what Bess had applied to her fingernails in the past.

The pump was still doing its thing on my breasts as my hair was washed and conditioned, the tech cutting it into a feminine style, even wet and with nothing else done to it, the look was sexy female. Curlers were added and a hair dryer was wheeled over to dry my hair. The heat from the dryer lulled me to sleep,

Bess kissing me on the lips brought me back to consciousness. She had that evil smirk on her face, never a good sign when it is displayed. I looked at my chest, the hoses from the pump were removed and the cups now full to overflowing. It looked like there was even extra flab seeping out from under the cups, the cup too full to allow anymore inside the cup.

Then I looked at the mirror on the wall in front of me, my image now fully made up and I looked hot. My hair framing my face with curly tendrils around my ears and slightly curly bangs pulled to the side of my forehead, held there with a barrette.

I just stared, never believing I could be made to look so sexy, now adding in the fact that I had to strip before my fellow co-workers, a situation I was not looking forward to, but obviously at this late stage probably unavoidable.

Bess did eventually gather me up and took me home I did notice bags in the car, I presume my costume for tomorrow night. I doubt I could get any more humiliated a former male looking like a stripper and sexier than his wife.

A fact she informed me of as we were leaving the salon. I thought for sure we would head home but Bess wanted to stop in at the club and check in on the girls. I was dragged in with her, the girls all open mouthed as they saw me for the first time all made up with a new figure to boot.

The show was about to start so the girls hurried to get ready. Leaving me and Bess alone. She wanted to stay through the first show to make sure everything was going to plan. So she stepped out to the car to get her bags, wanting to make sure my costume fit perfectly. In one of the dressing rooms she undressed me then tied a scarf around my eyes.

For the next thirty minutes she worked on getting the costume on me, making sure I knew she was there, her little brushes over my nipples impossible to ignore. I didn’t think I would have any feeling in the breasts but I was getting turned on as she touched them often, getting my costume the way she wanted it. It felt like my nipples were sticking out a mile and hard as a rock. Since junior was tucked away, I had some feeling down there but nothing happening that was visible.

Finally after an eternity she removed the scarf and I stared at the image in the mirror in front of me. I looked exactly like a male’s first wet dream, breast, hips, sexy hair and made up like a goddess. The costume was so small, a piece of material here and there, covering the nipples and a larger piece over my vagina.

The pieces over my nipples and vagina were gathered silk, pink in color and attracting the eye to the parts it was covering. Although they did cover the nipple and my slit, there was not any extra material used, leaving the breasts and even part of my puffy lips below in full view.

There was other material to the costume, all of it flimsy allowing anyone looking to see right through it, a sort of camisole that hugged my body tightly. Several large scarves completed the look, tied around my wrists, waist, and a huge one round my hips. Those to be the ones I would strip off while doing my routine. With all of the scarves I looked dressed, but each scarf shed my nakedness would became quite apparent. I saw Bess look toward the stage, signaling someone with her hand.

My music started, the one I did my routine too as she dragged me over to the side of the stage. I was kissed passionately and pushed on to the stage. The audience laughed a little at my entrance, but I felt every eye in the place on my body. I guess the training kicked in as I started my routine, slipping off a scarf and letting it trail behind me.

I stepped down into the audience running one hand through some male’s hair or touching his arm. I wrapped one of my scarves around a guy’s neck then pulled him toward me before I kissed him on the cheek. The audience went wild, my goose pimples sprouting all over the place, I am sure my nipples were showing through the flimsy material covering them, as hard and pointy as they seemed. I liked this, no I loved what I was doing, all of these guys lusting over me.

Then I saw a couple over by the side of the stage, the female in the couple looked embarrassed so I made my way over to them. I had one scarf left so I used it to entice the guy, giving him a kiss on the cheek then pretending to notice the female for the first time. I ran my fingers through her hair, then around her ear, then down the side of her face. I could feel her waver a little, a blush coming to her face.

I started to step away, then turned quickly taking her in my arms and kissing her hard on the lips. Pulled back licked my lips then did it again. The crowd roaring, but the female’s hands were already reaching up to keep me from withdrawing. I moved away, shaking my long nail at her and mouthing no no. I finished the routine and stepped off the stage.

I heard the applause, but it never seemed to stop. Bess stepped out telling the crowd I will be a regular performer, but had other commitments tonight and tomorrow. It was few minutes later when what she said sunk in, tomorrow night, other commitments, a regular performer what is going on?

I was hugged and congratulated by all of the girls, wanting to know where I learned to do all of that. Meanwhile Bess was on her phone again, up to no good without a doubt. I snuck back into the dressing room and sat down, the adrenaline finally leaving me.

I did wonder where all of that came from tonight. I hadn’t even dreamed of anything like I did tonight. I guess part of what I did was something I saw on the internet, since some of what I did was from an image that briefly flashed across my mind.

Bess came in, pulled me to my feet and kissed me harder than I had kissed the female in the audience. I was also warned if I did that again with females in the audience she would see to my castration.

She held me tight to her, it felt so good to be in her embrace and so comforting. The next act ended and she went back to the stage. She talked to a couple of the girls, then handed them a piece of paper. After giving them hugs and kisses she returned to me and dragged me to the car, even though I am mostly naked. As we left the club I failed to see the sign that the club will be closed tomorrow due to a private party. A quick drive home and I was led right to our bedroom. I complained I was hungry, she just swatted my butt to get me moving quicker in that direction.

I was thrown on the bed and she was all over me, rubbing and pinching, and groping me in all the usual female spots of arousal. Believe me I was aroused. I know she had at least three orgasms, as her groans and outright screams of joy were kind of obvious. I was higher than a kite, but no release of any kind seemed possible for me.

I was later to learn that was a falsehood. She rested for a while while I just laid there staring at the ceiling. Then I felt her mouth on my right nipple as her hand was squeezing my left nipple and rolling the nipple between her fingers. That continued for a few minutes then she bit my nipple a little and I felt a release like never before. I was suddenly out of breath, my breathing ragged and my heart rate soaring. I managed two words. Oh gawd.

I didn’t remember any more that night, finding myself still in my costume when the alarm rang. Bess up tight against me her arms around me in a death grip. Till she released me I was not going anywhere. I immediately thought of having to go to work until I remembered the party tonight. I closed my eyes again and was soon lost again in my dreams.

Bess handled lots of phone calls during the day, way more than she usually received at home. Any time I was near she always stepped away. I could hear her talking but unable to understand what she was saying. She kept me in my costume and the heels most of the day, as we did a few things around the house. Let’s face it I was hugged, kissed and groped every minute I was within her reach.

Finally it was time to get ready for the party, so I was undressed, her having way too much fun as she was doing it. Then a different costume showed up, this one like the other except it was encrusted in diamond like stones. One look in the mirror confirmed that absolutely no one would be able to miss me on the stage, unless they were totally blind.

I wondered about the makeup since it stayed perfect all day, unlike what Bess normally wears. She did have to straighten a few curls of my hairstyle, but the image in any mirror was all Stormy, a name Bess started using for me since this morning.

Bess dressed in one of my suits, but the way that it conformed to her body it had obviously been altered to fit her like a second skin. No makeup and her hair slicked back into a low ponytail. Not unlike what I usually use for work. I was helped into her car, after I was covered with a multitude of scarves for my act.

Then Bess drove us to her club. I turned in my seat to stare at her, she just pointed to a sign at the front door, closed tonight for the Highland company New Years party. I let out a low groan, but had to get out of the car because Bess was threatening to strip me naked right in the parking lot.

As I was led into the club I saw all of her girls dressed as waitresses and a huge buffet set up in the lobby of the club. I was positioned at the door, my job was to welcome all of the employees. The band was already set up and playing a few tunes. I immediately thought of what my part in this would be tonight, not particularly looking forward to any of it.

So who do I see coming in the door first, yep Monica all smiles and smirks. I was carefully scrutinized, from head to toe, an even bigger smile after checking me out. Monica’s husband was a lawyer, so a three piece suit was her costume. Not the most flattering costume for someone like Monica. It was her idea for the party so she has no one to blame but herself.

I did welcome everyone my face never fading much from a reddish blush. One of the last ones to show up was Donna, my number one customer that I was responsible for. She did look awesome in her tight t-shirt and painted on shorts but the sneakers made the outfit almost comical. A size too large and not the pristine white I might expect of her.

Her husband did look pretty good in one of her dresses, he had obviously taken advantage of a beauty salon, his hair and makeup quite dramatic.

I mingled for awhile giving everyone a chance to kid me about my costume, but was surprised at all the compliments I received instead. I avoided the buffet, if I have to do my routine I am sure nothing I will eat will stay down. My nerves are frayed and my emotions are bordering on extreme overload already.

Sure enough Bess heads up to the stage to introduce me for my act. The music starts up and I tried to lose myself in the routine. I don’t even remember what I did at first, but I did notice every eye on me in the crowd. I did my thing with the scarves, having fun doing it to a few of my co-workers.

No kissing tonight, although I did spend sometime messing up Monica’s hair and playing with her vest, watching her squirm and wiggle trying to avoid me. I didn’t forget Donna, rubbing her upper arms as if I was checking out his muscles, and running my heels up and down her bare legs. Again the squirming and wiggling trying to avoid my actions.

When the band stopped playing I was by the curtain, peeking around it and giggling. I stepped behind it and removed the cover over my nipples, then threw it onto the stage. I covered my breasts with my hands and ran out to recover the covering, my breasts bouncing all over the place. I stooped down letting my breasts hang free for a minute then held up the covering over my breasts and ran off the stage.

Lots of applause, cat calls and calls for more from my co-workers. I doubt any relationship I had with any of them would ever be the same after tonight.
I found a loose dress to wear, actually a mini dress that hung loose but only covered me to my upper thighs. I rejoined the party and tried to play down what I had done.

Donna came up to me suggesting that I make a career of being a stripper, my comment in return, is I am thinking of doing just that. Monica was unusually quiet the rest of the evening, although her and Bess spent quite a bit of time together.

The prizes were awarded, although I had exempted myself from any prize, the ones receiving them quite happy and thankful. I was glad they went to people who could really use the prizes.

The party broke up, I was again posted by the door, everyone telling me how much they liked my routine, several mentioning that I should take up stripping for a living. When it got down to Monica, Bess and me I told them I needed to talk to them. Bess smiled asking me if she could make a guess at what I wanted to talk to them about. I figured she had sussed out my intentions so I let her guess.

She looked at Monica informing her that I had resigned effective immediately. Then she told her she accepted my former position at the company, but wanted a raise before she started work. All of this said with a straight face, but maybe a hint of a giggle in there somewhere.

Monica accepted my resignation and welcomed Bess to the company. I got a huge kiss from Monica, with tongue and she then left.

Bess was not to be out done, her kiss passionate and long, with me having to pause a minute to get another breath before the kiss could be continued. Bess eventually coming up for air to inform me that I was now the owner of the strip club and also the head liner for at least a year. The year would be necessary to satisfy the ads that she had contracted for. Those ads naming Stormy as a headliner, here for a limited engagement. At home I would be expected to take care of her and provide free entertainment as needed. Also lots of sex and kissing.

Well, I guess things have changed tonight, new figure, new career and a new life. I can’t complain about what happened, stripping was fun and truthfully I was looking forward to doing this full time. Managing the club would be easy, then we have my time spent on stage, interacting with the audience, and receiving the applause when done. Loving the life of a stripper, you bet, proudly only the bare essentials for this Gurl.

© 2016 thru 2025 by Francesca

My head hurt, my eyes felt that they were hanging out in the air and my mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton. I blinked several times, the image before me was still blurry and I realized I had no idea where I had ended up last night. I was in someone elses bed, I don’t think it is mine since it seemed much softer. It also smelled better, almost like flowers.

The damn light from the window though was way too bright, it seeming to be boring a hole in my head. I tried to get loose from the covers, they seemed to be wrapped around me somehow, but the more I struggled the more my head hurt.

It was a deep pulsating throb that seemed to be getting worse by the second. Finally, I managed to get a hand free; the blurry image of that hand that focused in my head suddenly had me wide awake. The throbbing was still there, but the image that briefly made its appearance was definitely taking priority.

Long bright red talons extended from my fingertips, five of them bright and shiny almost blinding me with their brilliance as their image came into intermittent focus. They seemed to go on forever, real looking daggers that were at least a half inch past my fingertips, the red polish so deep and shiny.

Oh gawd, why did I have to go out drinking last night! Every time I survived one of these excursions, I promised myself never again. Then when my friend’s girlfriends wanted me to join them last night, I quickly agreed. Last night was highly unusual because it was not my usual male friends that coerced me out drinking but their girlfriends. The guys were at a basketball game, the girls did not want to stay home so, I was asked to accompany them on a girl’s night out plus one.

I had begged off on the basketball game with the guys, I had a test to study for tomorrow, so was trying to be a good student for once. However, when three gorgeous females show up dressed provocatively, my resistance quickly melted away. The test now seeming very insignificant.

I think I remember the first club we went to, I was watching my alcohol consumption carefully, and trying to remain sober long enough to enjoy the company. There was a lot of hugging going on, quite often we were in each other’s arms, nothing romantic, just four females trying to remain upright and on two feet.

Yes, it seemed like four females, it was like I was one of the girls last night. After the second night spot, I remembered nothing for the rest of the evening. Apparently I made it back, I am in someone’s bed, although looking around the room I have no idea whose. The pulsating throbs were getting a little better, not so intense and a few more seconds between each one. I managed to get my other hand out from the covers, the exact same deep red adorning each fingernail. My only possible conclusion, it must have been some night.

I closed my eyes again, and tried to focus on what I could remember from last night. Then a voice, way to cheery for such an awful morning was heard. I was not sure where the voice was coming from but it was way too jubilant and booming for me to handle in this condition. The throbbing continued as my eyes shot open again.

Standing over me was Beth, at least it looked like Beth. Beth is Jason’s girlfriend, a pert and capricious female that so enjoys life. She was fussing with my covers, trying to extricate me from them. Finally she managed to get them loose and threw them down to the foot of the bed. A sudden chill came over me, it was cold in the bedroom and I apparently had very few clothes on. It also felt like my nipples were getting hard, trying to poke a hole in whatever I was wearing.

My mind sort of stopped, a pause and then I emitted a loud scream, at least I think it was me, the voice high and breathy. My hands went to my chest and I grabbed what were two perfectly sized breasts with nipples erect and pointy. I promptly fainted, way too many new feelings and emotions to process, definitely not something I could deal with while I was in this state of mind.

As I re-entered this crazy world, Beth was looking concerned, wanting to know what I was screaming about. I grabbed my breasts again and squeezed them the erotic feelings almost sending me over the top again. I tried to explain to her that I am a male, surely you remember Cat, it was Cat of the male gender that went with you drinking last night and he didn’t have breasts when we went out.

Beth smiled, you maybe did drink a little too much, but your name is Celene and yes you have breasts and a cute pussy to match. I dropped my breasts quickly and reached for my groin, screamed again, all I found was a moist slit, my male organ no longer there. Well all of this was too much for my poor little brain to handle and I checked out again. I sure hope when I come to again that things revert back to what they should be.

I kept my eyes closed although I had rejoined the living. Maybe if I concentrate real hard on my male image, it will somehow re-appear leaving this foreign image that seemed to be seared in my mind behind. I opened one eyelid cautiously, looking down at my chest to see if my boobs were no longer there.

Well, so much for that idea, not only were they still there but the cold room was keeping my nipples hard and very obvious. I didn’t look any further, if the breasts are still there most likely the warm moist slit is also. Closing my eyes again I tried to remember anything from last night that might explain what the hell happened to me. Nothing beyond the first club, and the four of us hugging and kissing while we waited for a cab. From there on my memory is a total blank.

Beth stood by the side of the bed, staring at me trying to figure out what was going through my mind. Not much, since my new body is sending all kinds of communications to my brain, few if any should be originating from a male. My breasts were excited, the nipples so hard they almost hurt. Then the moistness in my new vagina seemed to be getting worse, I wonder if it becomes too much will it leak out and down my legs. Yep, it might be too late for me.

Finally Beth had enough of my dallying and grabbed an arm and helped me to stand up. My hands went to my breasts, the motion of the two new orbs was very disconcerting. Instead of just cupping them from underneath I grabbed them and squeezed them a little. Now another shock wave was making its way to my head, to add to all the others trying to gain some attention. Beth pulled my hands away, slipped a robe over my arms and buttoned up the few buttons. “If you want to fiddle with your titties, wait at least until after breakfast.”

Now along with a bewildered look, I was also bright red from embarrassment. At least, now my nails will match in color. Where that thought came into being, I have no idea. Such a ridiculous statement, coming from a former male with lots bigger problems to deal with this morning than my nail color matching my face.

When we entered the kitchen, the other two girls were filling their plates from a platter on the table. “Well there is our Celene, finally decided to join the living today, huh?” Of course, Beth had to tell them about me playing with my breasts, the blush from earlier getting redder.

Janice, Steve’s girlfriend wanted to know if I might need some help later, she would be glad to assist if I wanted to play doctor and nurse after breakfast. Jennifer, Hal’s girlfriend, was just smiling and giggling every once in a while. A plate of food was put before me, I really didn’t have much of an appetite, so I pushed it around a little, trying to figure out what I was going to do now. My lack of an appetite the least of my worries right now.

I tried asking questions of them, somewhere there had to be some answers that made some sense. None of the girls remembered Cat, I was always Celene and a roommate of theirs. The room I woke up in is my room apparently. The closet filled with clothes that fit me, way too girly as they described them, but they assured me all had been picked out by myself on numerous shopping trips.

Then the real shocker, I had a boyfriend, we had been dating for over a year and it was only a matter of time until he proposed to me. He had attended the basketball game with the other males that was why I was out with the girl’s.

I am getting a worse headache, this can’t be happening to me. In one night, I had apparently become a fully functional female with a boyfriend, rooming with three other females. I almost pleaded with them to level with me, surely this is some weird joke on me, a male just can’t turn into a female overnight.

I could see some concern coming to the girls’ faces, they actually thought I was losing it; this absurd idea seeming to occupy way too much of my thought processes. I decided to play it cool, before I find myself committed to some mental health facility. Then again that might be better for me, far less stressful.

After everyone finished breakfast, Janice went with me to help me pick out something to wear for today. As I made it to my closet, I picked out a blouse, then a pair of shorts, to which I added a mini-skirt to make me not stand out so much. Janice helped me with my hair as I did my makeup. Yes, I sat there and added the appropriate cosmetics to make me look quite attractive all by myself. Some perfume on my wrists and I grabbed my books and headed out to my car.

For some reason I remembered driving a ford pickup, yet my keys that I took out of my purse were for a VW hatchback. I quickly had a brainstorm and rooted through my purse looking for my wallet. In a ladies wallet I found what I was looking for, but disappointment again as the name on the driver’s license was Celene and the sex marked as female. I also found a student ID stating exactly the same thing.

I was, at least, still a college student in this new reality, but when I looked at my schedule that I kept glued to the cover of my notebook, all my classes were different. Now I am a home economics major, my desire for an engineering degree vanishing into thin air. In fact, my first class this morning was household budgeting and planning.

In the past, I never put any faith in the whole alien thing, but maybe it has some merit now. The degree of my changes and the fact that it was done overnight, seemed to add some credibility to this whole scenario. Driving the VW was a blast, with the windows down the fresh air felt so invigorating. My hair blowing in the breeze.

I did make the trip to the proper building, making it to class on the third floor right on time. My teacher was Prof. Sinclair, a widely admired Professor and also my counselor. Opening my notebook I found my household budget homework for today and handed it to her graduate assistant when she came around to collect it. I don’t remember doing it, heck I don’t even know how to do it. I was beginning to really have doubts about my sanity, too many things meshing with this new reality. The male life I thought I had, seemed now to be a fantasy dreamed up by someone not having all their faculties about them.

I took notes on the lecture, given by one of her graduate assistants while Prof. Sinclair graded our proposed household budgets. At the end of the class they were handed back, an A+ on the top of my paper. For some insane reason I was more than pleased, the old Cat would have laughed himself silly at me being excited to get an A on such a silly topic as household budgets. Celene though was well pleased, a skill now learned for her future life as an educator, wife and mother.

Oh gawd, I am really crazy! Thinking about being a wife and mother, surely they will take me away and make sure I can’t hurt anyone as I live the rest of my life. I proceeded to my next class, almost on autopilot. All I remember is walking through the classroom door as the bell rang. I had to look at my notebook to see that this was a class in raising children to take advantage of their natural born skills. I couldn’t believe it, one that I was in such a class and two I was fascinated at what was being taught. At the end of that class, I had four pages of notes, plus the required homework assignment so that I could work on it tonight.

My schedule showed I had a couple of free periods, I made my way to the student union, maybe drinking some iced tea might help me function better. Unlike most other students coffee upset my stomach, tea gave me the caffeine I needed while being a lot easier on the stomach. I obtained the beverage, then found a quiet corner to contemplate all of these changes.

As I sat down, I glanced at the college newspaper laying on the table. My eyes got as big as saucers, it was today’s paper and dated the fifteenth of October. In my mind it should be only the thirteenth of October, two days apparently missing from my memory. That partially explains how so much got changed so fast. But why did I have no recollection of the two missing days.

More mysteries to solve. I reached for my purse to see if any clues were hidden inside. I laid everything out on the table, handling a couple of things gingerly since I didn’t even want to think of me using them. The tampon and sanitary napkin were stuffed back in my purse, if they were not visible, I did not have to think about them. The cosmetics were slid back in the purse too, although I did check my lipstick in the compact mirror and added another coat to my lips. It was done so automatically, I was putting it in my purse before I even thought of what I had just done.

I found a packet of birth control pills, missing four pills from the slots. A receipt for a beauty salon on the other side of town and an address book with lots of numbers listed, apparently my contacts and friends as Celene. None of the names were familiar, although I had heard a couple of the names in conversation when I was Cat. That is if I was ever Cat for real.

Nothing more was found, then as I was putting everything back I looked at the beauty salon receipt again. The date was for the twelfth of the month, the time was marked at ten fifteen P.M. Whoa, that was when I blanked out, then another look at the address, and it is in the area of where we were visiting the clubs. I doubt all my problems could be a result of this beauty salon, but it was a place to start.

I decided to skip the rest of my classes for the day, finding out anything about these changes took precedent over learning to be a good wife and mother. I googled the salon address, then made my way to the establishment. The building did look familiar, the bright pink color and the size of it would make an impression on anyone that saw it. I walked in to their reception desk, and was unexpectedly called by name. The receptionist told me she would get my stylist for me, asking me to take a seat to the right of the desk.

A gorgeous blonde with a hair style from the fifties approached me, hugged me and led me toward the back. She was taller than me, very self-assured and confident. I was seated in her styling chair as she asked me what I needed today.

“I need some information on what was done to me and why. I woke up this morning in this totally foreign body and haven’t a clue how and why it happened. Please can you help me? I am going crazy trying to figure how all of this can happen and I can’t remember a thing about any of it.”

She told me to sit still, she needed to get her boss and they will help me fill in my memory. She left quickly, and within a few minutes she and another lady re-entered the room pulling up chairs next to me. First, they introduced themselves to me, the stylist’s name is Veronica, and her boss is Stephanie, the salon manager. They wanted me to explain what I remembered, then they will fill me in on what they know.

I told them about going out with the girls, visiting the first club, then waiting for a cab to take us to the next club. I told them it was approximately ten P.M. at that time. After that I don’t remember a thing.

Veronica told me that myself and three other females came in about ten-thirty wanting a complete makeover for me. The complete makeover at the salon included faux breasts and a realistic vagina. Hair extensions, semi-permanent makeup, pierced ears, female voice and several other extras were added and then permission slips were furnished for me to sign.

Stephanie brought up the slips on her computer, all with my signature on them, Celene the name used. The girls left me there for the five hours that the changes required, paying the extra fees for work done after normal closing time.

You were quiet during your treatments, not saying much to me or the other technicians doing the required changes on you. The girls re-appeared to pick you up, ooh and aaahhd over you, paid the bill and that is the last we saw of you until now.

That was three days ago, we were sure we would have a follow up appointment from you, most customers taking advantage of the salon makeover take the classes to learn how to act like a female, free with the salon makeover. I now had my answer on what happened to me, now the bigger question is why.

We talked for some time, about what changes were made and that most would not be reversible for a couple of months. That is why the signed permission slips were obtained, clearly stated on the slip the time involved before changes could be made to reverse the effects. I asked about the classes, maybe if I couldn’t change back I needed to learn to act the part better. I was given the times for the next classes and made arrangements to attend. I also made appointments to have my hairstyle and makeup refreshed twice a week.

I spent the next two hours in a nearby restaurant eating a delicious salad and sipping some green tea. The place was not crowded, it being past the normal lunch rush. So my new found girlfriends were the likely instigators of my sex change. Now, were they the only ones involved or were there other accomplices. After considerable deliberation, I doubted their boyfriends were involved, but why me was still the biggest question mark?

Then there was my new boyfriend, I knew of him, had met him a time or two, but no opinion of what he was like. The fact that we were supposedly a couple in a relationship for over a year, did raise several questions.

Then out of the blue, I remembered that Jennifer was a psychology major, hypnosis one of her special interests. Maybe that is how they got me to sign the releases, I was there but just not aware of what I was doing. Slowly the pieces seem to be coming together, now if I can just prove any of this. Yet, I suddenly realized it doesn’t make any difference if I can prove any of it. I am in this body for several months, with my new enhancements I would look ridiculous in male clothes.

I decided the next thing I needed to do was to get with my boyfriend, and see if he is involved in this or is just along for the ride. I looked through my address book, finding his number and gave him a call. For the first time since the change, I noticed my phone was girly, in a pink case with rhinestones glued to the cover. He answered in the third ring, referring to me as his babe. I asked him if he had plans for tonight, I needed to talk to him for a bit. He agreed to meet me at the apartment at six, he would treat me to dinner, and then we could go to our favorite spot and talk.

I immediately wondered where our favorite spot was, but decided to just wait and see when we got there. We made kissee noises to each other as we hung up, I don’t remember planning to do that, it just happened. I wonder how far the programming went, doing my own makeup, kissee noises with my boyfriend, and no telling what else, yet to be discovered.

I made my way back to the apartment, went to my closet and looked for something to wear. The restaurant he talked about taking me to was not real fancy, so I decided on a short skirt and a fuzzy sweater for the evening. I wanted to be sure to keep his attention on me, not let him overthink his responses to my questions. I indeed have some questions for him, going over in my mind how I can ask them and not let on I know something about my change.

The girls arrived back from their afternoon classes, checking on me, surprised that I was going out with Jeff, and even more surprised that I had called him. I think I might have stumbled on a weak link here. Apparently Jeff called one of them, I am not sure which one, but I am getting some idea that maybe I really surprised them. I never did tell them I had called Jeff that info would have to come from Jeff when he talked to one of them.

I told them I had to hurry to get ready, it is a big night and I want to look my best. Three solemn females made their way to the living room, probably planning an emergency conference as soon as I leave to assess what has happened to their plan.

I used a little too much perfume, may as well pull out all the big guns tonight, along with the bright red lipstick and heavy mascaraed eyelashes I was ready for a confrontation. I set prim and proper in the living room waiting for Jeff. As he rang the doorbell, I was up immediately and opened the door, launching myself at him with my arms around his neck my lips glued to his.

Surprisingly I enjoyed the kiss, even prolonging it more than I should have. I never once felt like I was a male as I was kissing Jeff, nope nothing but pure female lust.

As we broke off the embrace, I noticed an audience had formed, all three girls glued to our romantic encounter. When they devised this plan, I wonder if this was one of the desired outcomes. By the look on their faces, I don’t think this was part of the grand plan.

I grabbed Jeff’s arm as led him out of the house that should give the girls something to talk about for a while. As he walked me to his car, I was hanging on his arm, like a dutiful girlfriend would. I found myself liking to be around him, actually feeling safe and cared for in his presence. I was helped into the car, after he got my door for me. I showed my thanks my giving him a brief reward kiss on the lips. Again, I enjoyed the kiss way too much, never wanting it to end. He drove me to the restaurant, treating me like a princess. Believe me, I was soaking it up, I could easily get used to being treated this way.

We were seated in a cozy little booth, as I pulled him in next to me, making him sit next to me rather across the table from me. We looked at the menu together, I just pointed out what I wanted and he ordered for me. The whole time I had my head lying on his shoulder, my face only inches from his ear. As the waiter walked away to place our orders, I leaned closer and pecked him on the ear.

As he turned to face me, I managed a wet kiss directly on his lips. I could feel a little reluctance, but also a sigh of total enjoyment. Time for my first question for the evening.

“So Jeff, how did you get dragged into this scenario?” He had just taken a sip of water, it caught in his throat, causing him to swallow and choke at the same time. I got a stare as he tried to figure how much I knew and how to answer my question. I leaned closer and used my hands to pull his head closer to me, then placed my lips on his, pushing in a little to make better contact. It was a wonderful kiss, I even managed a little tongue action.

I am sure he was torn, stay true to the plan, whatever that was, or surrender to his emotions and enjoy the feelings. When I leaned back, then licked my lips he started laughing. “Gawd, you are one beautiful, gorgeous, flirtatious, evil female.”

Before he could say anymore I told him I wanted to get married soon, I don’t think I can wait much longer. You do things to me, causing me to lay awake at night dreaming about you. I think a small ceremony, just our close friends and our parents would be nice, saving as much money as we can for our dream house.

I thought sure that would send him running, but instead I got a toe curling kiss as his tongue probed my throat. He broke that off, suggesting that we visit his parents this weekend, maybe mine the following weekend.

Since school was going to be over in four weeks, a good time to have the wedding, then the honeymoon soon thereafter. Now I was pulling back, he seemed ready to marry me, a former male that had been transformed into his apparent wet dream.

Our drinks arrived, cooling off the discussion for a few minutes. He wanted to be sure I was alright with everything, not just reacting to the circumstances. He let it slip that Janice had coerced him into this little scenario, but after the first kiss at the house, he was smitten, ready to do anything to please me.

With our guards down, we talked about what we each knew about what had happened to me. Janice had not told him much, just that he was needed to play my boyfriend, pretending to be in love with me, about to propose. He had seen a picture of me after the change, as far as he was concerned I looked the part, being my boyfriend would be no problem on his part. Once he met me in person, the interaction changed drastically.

You kissing me changed everything. Instead of faking the relationship, he wanted it to be real, to encourage me to be his real girlfriend. Being a former male meant nothing to him, all he saw was the female me, in fact he wondered if the girls were paying tricks on him, substituting a real female instead of the male I was supposed to be.

“Every time I look at you, I can’t see any male either in looks or in actions. One hundred percent female is all I see. As far as the two of us as a couple, I am all for it, if you want to spend some time to get to know each other, I am ready and will do anything I can to convince you that I am your soulmate. If you want to get married, I am ready for that too. I am sure of my feelings, you are everything I have ever wanted in a girlfriend, and soon to be wife.”

Dinner was soon placed in front of us, we both took some time to devour our entrees while thinking about the situation that we are faced with. I am sure whoever is the mastermind of this plot didn’t have any idea that it would take on a life of its own. It appears it has done that now, romantic feelings are mixed in with my new feelings of being female.

I like Jeff, maybe enough to spend my life with him. I feel comfortable around him, when I see his face, I immediately want to kiss it, then continue my explorations further down. That is something I have never had any desire to do, to have sex with another person, male or female. Oh I love to kiss, to cuddle, but the actual act of sex has never been a focus of my efforts. I did wonder how much of the attraction was genuine and how much was whatever they had used to bend me to their ways.

After the dishes were cleared from the table, the discussion resumed over my changed status. Jeff wanted to know if I am going to stay female if I have a choice. That thought alone made me shiver. Surely the girls would not have done anything permanent to me, from what I gathered at the salon, all of it is reversible, but only at a later date. Then again, what I have felt so far has been very enjoyable, maybe the life of a female wouldn’t be that bad.

No, I just can’t abandon my masculinity so easily, twenty-four years as a male deserves some loyalty, doesn’t it? I never did answer him, suggesting that we wait and see what happens in the upcoming weeks.

He thought the best approach to see what might develop was to date some more, take time to learn about each other, and spend some time doing things a couple would do. His first suggestion was a movie right after dinner, then spend a little time in a nearby dance club, before we call it a night. I agreed, then made a trip to the ladies room, did my business, then repaired my lipstick. As soon as I got back, Jeff tried to muss it up again, requiring me to freshen it yet one more time.

The movie was so-so, but the company more than made up for the lackluster movie. I got held closely all during the film, a few cheek kisses to remind me that he was there. I ended up with my head on his shoulder, his arm holding me tightly to his body. A most pleasant feeling.

I tried to decline on the dance club, but he insisted. I have never been much of a dancer, now probably a more daunting task since I had to dance the female part. I surprised myself and Jeff, I was actually able to do justice to most of the dances.

I was taken home, received a deeply prolonged kiss at the door, leaving me almost breathless. I walked to my bedroom, right past my housemates and collapsed on my bed. I was still in a wonderful state, warm romantic feelings washing over me, making me tingle that much more.

I was left alone that night, although I was expecting an inquisition about what happened and where we went. At breakfast the next morning, they were all seated at the table waiting for me to get my breakfast. I was already dressed for classes, so I told them all good morning, took a glass of juice and made my exit.

I am sure they will have plenty to talk about in my absence. Jeff and I had already agreed on divulging nothing to them about our dates, a little mystery always good to keep people’s attention longer.

Classes were interesting, I was eager to learn as much as I could, took copious notes and asked lots of questions of the teachers. I wonder if whatever was done to me mentally caused the interest in this curriculum or was I secretly always attracted to this subject. Maybe this curriculum wouldn’t be that bad, engineering is so hard and difficult at times.

During a free period at the Student Union, I contemplated my changes again. Although they had initially upset me greatly, I was warming up to the idea of staying as a female. It no longer scared me, in fact I was looking forward to being pampered at the salon, and my next date with Jeff.

On that note I called the salon, moving up my appointment to tomorrow, Jeff and I planning on going ice skating after getting burgers and fries at a drive-in. I have to look my best for Jeff.

Tonight though was homework, lots of reports and a couple of projects to complete before the weekend. I stopped on the way home to get some Chinese takeout, a way to keep the girls guessing on what is happening. I never had participated in anything like that as a male, I am sure it will not be expected of me.

True to my thoughts, when I placed it on the table there were three open mouths, trying desperately to think of something to say. I told them I had a ton of homework so I figured I would supply dinner tonight, then secluded myself in my bedroom to get the assignments done. Before leaving I told them, “Tomorrow Jeff and I are going ice skating, then the next day, he is taking me to meet his family for the weekend. So you guys will have the run of the place for the weekend.”

Beth was the first one to recover enough to ask a question, wanting to know how Jeff and I are getting along. I just smiled, a bigger cheesier smile had never appeared on my face.

“I imagine that within a week he will ask me to marry him, I have every intention of doing so, being Mrs. Celene Walker will please me immensely. I can’t wait to find a house and take care of my husband. Of course, I would like all of you in my wedding party, that is a given.”

Janice was the next to ask if I was going to continue my education. “I doubt it, being a good wife and Mother is more important to me than a degree, so I will finish out this year then quit.”

That quieted everyone down, just as I intended, so I made my way to my room and started my homework. I do wish I was a fly on the wall, hearing their discussion on what went wrong with their plan, and how to fix it might be very interesting.

I did complete all my assignments before ten, then wandered to the kitchen to see if there was anything to snack on. I found some ice cream hid in a corner of the freezer, so I figured it was fair game. As I was finishing it up, Beth showed up in her nightie.

In the past, a vision like that would have me drooling immediately, but now it was just my roommate. She was happy someone finished the ice cream, it has been a distraction for so long, now that it is gone, all can relax some.

She tried to get me talking about Jeff, even about my studies, about anything that was happening right now. I can tell they are desperate for information about what I am doing and thinking. All I told her was I was really looking forward to this weekend, to finally meet his parents. I just hope they approve of me.

Beth tried to get me to slow down a little, “Getting married is a big thing, maybe you should wait a while to learn more about Jeff and his family before you run off and get married. You should definitely stay in school, it is always better to have something to fall back on if necessary.”

I changed the topic to what type of dress I should get for my wedding. While I wanted to look good for Jeff, I didn’t want to be the traditional bride in the big white wedding dress with all the petticoats. Maybe a white sheath dress, with a plunging neckline, and a pencil skirt. Plenty to keep the groom interested until we got to the hotel. I smiled a little, I could tell Beth was so frustrated, nothing she was suggesting was being taken seriously.

Beth finally walked away, back towards the other girl’s rooms, another conference maybe? I headed to bed, full and content, ready for a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow I get to go ice skating, plus get pampered at the salon again. Yep, this female life is looking better all the time. I hunted through my clothes for a nightie like Beth’s. Found one and after undressing slipped it on. The image in the mirror didn’t disappoint me, I looked as good as Beth, my breasts a little larger and perkier than hers.
For some reason that thought made me feel good, to be as pretty as my female roommates.

Another question for the gals at the salon, how much of my figure is fake. I know it all feels like it is a genuine part of me, but one might be fooled these days.

I was up the next morning real early. Dressed and make-up, then cooking some breakfast before seven A.M. The girls all showed up, blurry eyed and sniffing the air. I placed plates of pancakes and bacon in front of them, then a cup of coffee to go with it. I gave them each a hug and grabbed my books and made my way out. Conference time again, I am sure of it.

I sat in the student union doing the last of my homework, then made my way to my first class. A class in female studies, as it relates to a modern day female. I took lots of notes, my studies seemed so important to me now, much more than when I was an engineering student.

Another free period, then a class in cooking. I thought I would dislike it, but was totally engrossed in what was being taught within minutes. That turned out to be my last class for the day, next is my salon appointment, something I am totally looking forward to.

I almost bounced into the salon, was welcomed at reception and skipped my way back to Veronica’s station. I gave her a hug, then set in her chair telling her to make me gorgeous. Don’t hold anything back, if it will make me prettier, then do it.

I have never seen a smile that big on anyone’s face before. She started right in, leaning me back to wash and condition my hair. Three hours later she was done with me, believe me she had not held anything back. I had highlights in my hair, another piercing in my ears, eyebrows that screamed female, and a totally different makeup color palette.

My nails had been lengthened again, this time almost three quarters of an inch past my fingertips, it had taken me a couple of days to get used to the others, I had no doubt these would not present much of a problem. The look with the longer nails was so exotic, a little oriental look thrown in for good measure. The burgundy polish with pinkish nail art looked so good, maybe a light pink wedding dress, with burgundy trim might be just what I need for my wedding. The delicate pinkish flowers, so added to the beautiful nails, making the burgundy polish seem even deeper and richer.

I did ask my question, Veronica going over everything telling me how it was created, and how long before I could reverse it if I wanted. My breasts were actually sucked from my body, then augmented with some fat that was absorbed into them making them plumper. If left alone they will become a realistic looking breast that will be with me for the rest of my life. My slim waist was helped along with a corset, apparently the girls had removed it just before I woke up.

I returned home, anxious to change clothes, I was so looking forward to ice skating with Jeff, just to be held in his arms again would be wonderful. I realized then I had to confront the girls and find out just what had been done to me mentally wise. I slipped on a pink flowing little dress, barely long enough to cover the bottom of my panties. Looking in the mirror I decided to tone that look down some, otherwise I may never make it to the ice. I found some tennis panties, ruffles and lace everywhere, a wise choice for the little pink skater dress.

Looking at the clock I still had over an hour, maybe now would be a good time to approach the guilty ones, to see just exactly how much had been done to me. As I made my way to the living room, I was in luck, all of my roommates were gathered around the dining room table doing their homework. I found an unoccupied chair, set down and cleared my throat. I held up my hand, to stop any comments or the conversation heading other than where I wanted it to.

“I am aware of some of the things that have been done to me. I am not mad or upset, maybe by the time that this all sinks in I will be an enthusiastic supporter of Celene, female student and girlfriend.

What I need to know in short sentences and directly to the point is why it was done and exactly what was done, at least, mentally. I am aware of the salon and what was done, have talked to them at length, and have even furthered there efforts just today. Jeff and I have discussed all of this, including the fact that I am a male underneath this outer shell. He still wants to be my boyfriend, and I am not opposed to that part either.”

“I have an idea it was Janice that helped me along this path, so that is who I would like to hear from first. Remember short and to the point.”

Janice’s eyes became huge, I saw her swallowing often trying to figure out what to say and how. I didn’t have all day so I made a few educated guesses, asking her to nod her head if what I guessed was true.

“I figured you hypnotized me or at least made me very susceptible to suggestions made from you.” I got several nods quickly in succession, then she whispered suggestions. “As for the reason my best guess is that you three saw something in me that did not fit into my masculine image and mindset.

Being young and not thinking everything through as thoroughly as you should have, a plan was devised and implemented. Leaving me to be the subject, just hoping to survive somehow with nothing to help me cope with the drastic changes.” Now all three girls were nodding their head vigorously, Beth first, then the other two smothering me with hugs and kisses. Over the next ten minutes I was covered in kisses and the phrase I am so sorry repeated many more times than I could keep track of.

Janice finally found her voice, telling me she would try and undo all she had helped create. While she was telling me this she had a death grip on my hand, both of her hands holding me like I was super fragile and would break if left unaided. I let my full feminine smile appear. “You will do no such thing. I asked for what and why, I did not ask to be changed back.

Now can I still live here until I get married or was that just so you could keep an eye on me?” Attacked again, I have got to learn to duck and weave, both Beth and Janice had me sandwiched between them squeezing me to death. Jennifer was trying to pry them apart so she could squeeze in, but the going was rough. I did have a free hand somehow, Jennifer grabbing it and trying to drag me from their clutches. In all of the craziness, I did manage to find out that I was welcome to stay as a room mate.

After lots of heartfelt emotions were shared, I noticed the time. “I can’t leave my boyfriend unattended, some floozy will grab him and then where will I be. We will talk more later, I have kind of adopted my new life, so any ideas of changing back has to wait for quite some time. Maybe if I fall on my butt enough while ice skating I can get a few extra kisses from my hunk Jeff. So I have work to do, don’t wait up for me.”

I was smothered again, and sent off with lots of hugs and kisses. I had to stop in the hall at the mirror, to clean off several lipstick smudges before I eventually answered the door. There in all his glory was my hunk, I eagerly closed the distance between us, anxious to share my joy with him. I was indeed filled with joy, knowing some more about what happened made me feel a lot better. They meant well, just did not allow for the shock on my end finding myself as a female suddenly.

It was a dreamy night, my butt hurt by the time I was helped back to his car, but my lips were ecstatic at the amount of time spent in contact with his luscious lips. Several times I pictured myself being able to enjoy those sensations for the rest of my life. I guess the female part of me has now gained the upper hand for good. No more masculine me, ever. The idea of marriage was firmly planted in my head, time will tell if it gets pushed aside.

I did get the third degree the next morning, all three wanting to know what happened. I gave them the short version, then smiled as I told them my butt hurt, but my lips were so happy.

I had to keep moving, I did have classes today, four of them to be specific. I did manage to finish my homework in between classes, so my evening was clear. Jeff and I had talked on the phone several times today, deciding to visit his parents this weekend, just not make any future plans evident. From what Jeff had told me they were eager to meet his latest girlfriend, his ability to not tell them a lot about me kind of went up in smoke. His mother in particular wanted to spend some time with me, something I was looking forward to.

Of course, I had to do some last minute shopping, then a salon visit to make sure I looked my best. Jeff laughed at my antics, he was impressed that I wanted to make a good impression on his family, but did not feel that a visit to the salon was necessary.

According to him I looked ravishing as I was, no further beauty treatments needed. I decided to not take a chance, besides I so enjoyed my time being pampered. Other than a wet set on my hair there was not much they could do that had not already been done. I did receive some lash extensions, each individual lash glued to my own, leaving me looking exotic and glamorous. Now it was like looking out through a curtain, a curtain of mascaraed lashes.

The drive up to his parents’ home took almost an hour, Jeff spending the time to tell me as much as he could about his parents and what they did. His Dad owned an insurance agency, quite large and quite profitable. His Mom was into all kinds of community affairs, belonging to almost every women’s club and civic association possible. If we married I would be expected to do likewise.

The house was quite impressive, on some acreage that was fenced giving them some space from nosy neighbors. At first it seemed huge, but not pretentious. Then when Jeff pulled into the six car garage, I had other thoughts. From the garage at the back of the house, I could see much more of the house, then from the front.

I was a little nervous as we walked up to the house, these people were definitely out of my league. Once we entered the house I quickly felt at ease. I got a hug from his Dad, and then a serious hug from his Mom. I was quickly led off to her study, so that she could find out about this new female in her son’s life. We talked for over an hour, she was so easy going, probing but not in an obtrusive way.

That was interrupted when the two males came to collect us for dinner. His Dad said we would eat out tonight, a nice restaurant that was out of the way and served very tasty food.

His Mom and I excused ourselves to repair our makeup, a task that I was getting good at. In ten minutes I had refreshed my makeup, and touched up my lipstick. A lot of my makeup was semi-permanent, but looked faded after a while unless retouched. I used the bathroom, still not quite used to the actions needed to simply pee.

We re-joined the males, then was driven to the restaurant in their limo. Jeff is apparently from a well to do family, a fact that he conveniently forgotten to inform me of. I need to do some probing, to make sure there are no other secrets that he has withheld.

The restaurant was definitely out of the way, it took us about thirty minutes to get there. As we pulled up we were let out at the door, a valet there to assist the females and hold the front door for all to enter. We were led directly to a table, apparently the Maitre’D recognized them right away.

The table was in a small room overlooking a beautiful landscape of azaleas and rhododendrons in full bloom. The place settings were china, with gold plated silverware. I counted ten different pieces of silverware and five different pieces of china at each setting. I tried to focus on what little I could remember about what fork to use and what went into each bowl and plate, for fear of getting sent home as being unworthy of even being with their son much less marrying him.

The food was delicious, I so wanted to ask for a doggy bag to take as much home with me as I could carry, but behaved myself, and enjoyed the feast while I could. My selection was stuffed pork chops, with sauerkraut and lima beans.

For dessert Jeff and I split a chocolate mousse, served in a large goblet, enough there for three people. It was so good, I was so stuffed I could barely walk back to the limo. I managed to hang on to Jeff’s arm and just followed him to the car.

Once back at the house, we were put in the same bedroom, our luggage already unpacked and the clothes hung in the closet. That surprised me, I guess I was approved of to share a bed with my lover.

I was not sure what to make of that fact, either he had laid it on pretty thick about our relationship or a lot was being assumed on the part of his parents. The bedroom was almost a suite, a small sitting room as you enter, then a lavish bed, canopy and all. A vanity for the female and of course an en-suite bathroom. That room defied description, so lavish and absolutely gorgeous.

I hated to use it and spoil the beauty of it. I dressed in my nightie after performing my new female necessities. As I left the bathroom Jeff came in, taking a shower in anticipation of what he might get to experience tonight.

I had news for him, until I was surer of myself, some cuddling and tonsil hockey was all he was going to receive. If he was good he could sleep next to me, otherwise the sofa in the setting room was his.

I was lying in bed when he came in and laid down next to me, I turned his way and gave him a this is how it is going to be look, he smiled then turned me on my side and cuddled me. We both fell asleep, him holding me tight as if I might leave him. As tight as I was being held there was no chance of me escaping. Nestled in his arms, I didn’t want to escape even if I could.

The next morning the guys left to play some golf, his Mom and I spent the day at several of her charitable endeavors. I helped some, my newer curriculum the perfect match for a lot of what they were doing. Without exception I was invited to join their organizations, they would be proud to have me as a member of their group.

Jeff and I spent the evening together as he showed me around town and introduced me to some of his friends. I was accepted by all of them, several of the girls quite happy that I had managed to corral him as mine. They had their chances during school, he was nice but not that interested in them. They could see the love in his eyes now, genuine and intense.

We had a nice drive back, talking about what we wanted in life and if there was indeed something between us. I agreed to quite a few more dates, hoping to confirm what I felt now for him. It was decided to visit my parents this next weekend, but decided he would not arrive till Saturday midday. I had to get them over the shock of having a daughter instead of a son, before I brought up the subject of marriage.

I did email Mom several times making little hints along the way, hoping she would pick up on several of them making my job a little easier. How do you bring up in casual conversation that suddenly you have become a female, dressing and living as one, with a boyfriend and thinking about marriage? Not the easiest subjects to broach at the best of times.

I did manage to get through the week at school without any disasters, even aced a couple of tests. I drove to my parents’ home on Friday afternoon after my last class. With a little luck I would get there before Dad arrived, giving me time to explain to Mom where her new daughter came from. I approached the house, used my key in the door and walked in.

I heard Mom approaching so I dropped my luggage and held out my arms for a hug. Surprisingly she gave it to me holding me tightly like I was going to run away if she did not hold on to me. I was dragged to the kitchen, the place where all serious matters are discussed in this house. I was appraised carefully, Mom quite capable in that regard.

I explained the changes, their relative permanence and my reaction to them. I left out the girl’s involvement, just mentioning that I was roomies with three of my girlfriends. I got an arched eyebrow several times, but eventually she saw how relaxed I was and came to the conclusion that everything that happened was for the better. Then I mentioned about my boyfriend, and that marriage was a definite possibility down the road.

Well that was something she could embrace wholeheartedly. When I mentioned that he was coming here tomorrow, she launched herself in my direction and hugged the living daylights out of me. Dad came in about half way through the last hug, looking at me closely to see if he should have recognized me. I turned and hugged him, giving him a kiss on the cheek and called him Daddy. He held me in his arms, as he looked at Mom for an explanation.

Mom gave him the short version, he had a daughter now, his no good for nothing son no longer. Her fiance is coming tomorrow to meet us, and get our approval. With that she pulled me away from Dad’s embrace telling me to help her fix dinner.

Dad wondered off probably trying to figure what in the hell happened here. I had a ball helping Mom with dinner, a lot of my recent schooling becoming useful. I set the table and helped bring out the food as dad re-appeared, a small smile on his face. He asked some basic questions about my boyfriend, amazed that he was from a quite influential family. Mom suggested that he offer to play a round of golf with him, maybe a way to get to know him better. I wasn’t even sure he played golf, I need to send him a text tonight to see if he does.

After dinner Mom helped me unpack amazed at my clothing and choices. She did get around to ask if we had discussed having a family, I hugged her telling her that she will be a grandmother if I can swing it, the child will have to be adopted, but I can then use my knowledge about raising children to the best advantage.

I texted Jeff about him playing golf, he responded a few minutes later telling me that he would bring his clubs. I sent him a couple of kissee faces then made it to my room for the evening.

I dressed in my nightie, crawled into bed and soon was sound asleep. The bed I was in was my old bed, but still just as comfortable as I remembered. I was up early the next morning, actually looking forward to the day.

For one thing my boyfriend was coming, I was already suffering from kiss withdrawal. I helped Mom make breakfast and even cleaned the kitchen afterward. Several times I found Mom staring at me from the hallway, probably wondering if I was sick or something. When I took the mop and washed the kitchen floor, she came up to me putting her hand on my forehead, checking to see if I was running a fever or delirious.

After satisfying my cleaning urges, I took a walk around my old neighborhood. It hadn’t changed much, although everything looked older and showing some signs of aging. A lot of different people have moved in, hardly anybody I remembered from when I lived here. As I rounded the corner heading back to the house I saw Jeff’s car in the driveway taking off running for the house.

It was an experience that is for sure, the new equipment installed bouncing wildly as I covered the distance in record time. Jeff was on the porch talking to my parents as I entered the yard. He stepped off the porch to greet me, while a long haired bouncing female came flying through the air, her boyfriend finally in sight. I landed up against him my lips locking onto his immediately, my legs encircling his waist. My impact almost toppling us over.

Mom was laughing at my antics, Dad was just staring at the scene before him. I was in heaven, Jeff was back and I was in his arms, the way it should be. The kiss went on and on, Mom and Dad leaving us alone and returning to the house. I came up for air a couple of times, but went right back to my lover, puckering up for another assault. Jeff finally put me down on the ground, wanting to know if I missed him. I was dragged inside, where Mom and Dad were waiting in the living room.

We talked a little then Dad suggested some golf before it got any later. Of course, Jeff got a few kisses to tide him over till he returns. Mom was giggling as he went out the door, the goodbye kiss lasting at least five minutes. As the door closed she hugged me, you have certainly changed, daughter dear.
“Incidentally, Jeff is awesome both Dad and I approve. Anybody who does not see the love between you two is either dead or blind as a bat.”

Now let’s talk about the wedding, about dresses and about where you are going to be married at. That is what we did till the guys re-appeared, then I resumed normal communications with Jeff, kissing him deeply and longingly.

I was soon dragged to the kitchen Mom wanting help with fixing dinner. Mom had bought all the parts for a superb dinner, it took us almost two hours to get everything ready. I checked on Jeff several times, him and Dad getting along fine. We ate in the dining room, the good china and the company silverware. I made the trip many times to get everything just perfect, taking pride at the finished table.

The meal went off without a hitch, while I wanted to take Jeff to my room, Mom dragged me to the kitchen to help her clean up. It seemed like the cleanup would never end, but finally Mom declared the job done. As I ran out the kitchen door to find Jeff she was giggling away.

Dad and Jeff had just come in the house from outside, I presume Jeff received the ten cent tour of the property. I launched myself in his direction from five feet away, almost knocking him down in the process. Once he regained his footing he broke out in laughter, held my face in his hands and kissed me. That was what I wanted anyway so I was content. Dad just walked back to the house laughing his head off.

We must have stood there for quite some time, when Mom stuck her head out the door and suggested it might be more comfortable for us in the house.

Jeff led me in that direction and as we entered the kitchen Mom announced that Dad was taking her to the movies, and they would be back late. I saw the smile that the two of them had on their face, mouthed the words thank you and they were out the door. We headed straight to my bedroom our clothes lining the floor on that route.

It was only kissing and cuddling but it felt so good. I did get up and made my way to the bathroom, gathering up our discarded clothes to minimize the shock to my parents when they returned. Jeff was waiting for me his arms already spread in anticipation of holding me again.

That is where I found myself the next morning in his arms, his lips kissing my ears, eyes and neck. I rolled over and intercepted one of his kisses, putting my lips in his line of attack. Success, it feels so good to wake to a tender, probing, and passionate kiss in the morning.

Jeff left later that day, he had an early class on Monday morning, while my first class was not until noon. Of course, I had to give him a proper send off, it did make me re-consider marrying him soon, so that we would never have to be apart.

I helped Mom with dinner for the three of us, even cleaned up the kitchen again. Then I went to pack, deciding I had enough time to clean her bathroom too. About an hour later I heard a squeal, I take it she found the clean sanitized bathroom.

I left early the next morning, so that I would not have to rush to get back. The majority of the trip was spent thinking of staying female and my love for Jeff. By the time I got back to the house I had decided the female life is for me. I decided to stay in school, getting my degree in home economics, and marrying Jeff after a reasonable amount of time spent together to make sure we were compatible.

I bounced into the house hugging all of my roommates and danced into my bedroom. I opened my suitcase, but suddenly three females stood between me and the suitcase. I was forbidden to touch a piece of clothing until I had divulged all. I tried to tell them I had a class and needed to change, they stood their ground suggesting I could get to my class after I had told them what happened over the weekend and not before. I was finally pushed on the bed, all three of them crowding around each holding on to me until I revealed all.

I did eventually satisfy them, but ended up missing my first class. Jennifer told me she would speak to my professor explaining that I was helping her with an emergency. I headed to my next class, smiling some, all three of my roomies now quite concerned about me and what I will do about college.

Well, they also wanted to know about Jeff, since he was quiet and not relaying any info about us to them. I was now the only source of info, so the obvious reason why they had held me captive until I spilled the beans, every last one of them. I filled them in some, but did keep a few secrets to myself.

I attended classes the rest of the day, even made it to the class I missed and acquired my assignments. I had some time before I was to meet Jeff, so on the spur of the moment decided some shopping was called for.

I have always been aware of a female’s love of shopping, not understanding the need to shop all the time. Well, only one way to find out what it is about, that is to hit the mall. I made a slow start just walking along browsing the window displays in the stores. I did find a few things that caught my eye, but passed on actually going into the store to find the item and consider trying it on.

By the fifth store, leaving the window without finding the item was pulling hard on my new female heart strings. I took a big breath and entered the store, finding the skirt I saw and fell in love with on a display right in front. Oh shit what size do I wear? I tried to remember the sizes on the clothes I am wearing now, I think it was a twelve, but I am not sure. I grab a couple of sizes and head for the dressing rooms.

I could hardly speak, my voice deciding that actually asking to use one of their dressing rooms to try on the skirt was tantamount to suicide. On the third try I managed to get out the words, the sales associate showing me into a vacant room. She did keep an eye on me, my behavior not normal for any female.

I tried on all three sizes deciding the size fourteen was the best fit. With that information I returned the other two sizes and wandered back out to see what else I could find. The sales associate did eventually presume me to be normal, offering help but leaving me alone to search for my treasures. I did find two blouses that were perfect, a shirtwaist dress that I just had to have and another skirt, one that fitted me like paint.

I immediately thought of Jeff, as I wiggled around trying to walk in the skirt. I did find that sizes are not representative, one size in a manufacturers offering is not the same as another. So I ended up with a size fourteen, a size sixteen and even a size twelve in my selections. Now I understood some of why shopping for women’s clothes is not just cut and dry.

I did meet with Jeff later, we decided to do the drive-in thingy, then hang out in the student union to get our romantic interlude seen to. We did talk a lot about our relationship, about possibly marrying and our schooling. It was after eleven when we decided to part, till the next day. It took me twenty minutes to properly send him back to his apartment. The kisses have to be just right, and the mouth explored completely before parting. At least, that was my take on the situation.

We did decide to get an apartment together, it would allow us to try a relationship under the same roof, also give us a little privacy from our roommates. The marrying thing was discussed in depth, we finally decided to wait until we graduated, a more sensible avenue of behavior.

We also decided to abstain from actual sex, although a difficult thing to live up to, again something logical and necessary. Everything else was allowed, so we would not be missing much other than some frustration.

It was agreed that whenever we wanted the act of sex, we would stop whatever we were doing and engage in a marathon session of hugging, cuddling and kissing. Touching of my breasts and his penis was allowed, but no penetrative action of any kind.

The first time we tried that out, after an hour of some wicked foreplay we both had to take a shower to remove the stickiness and other wise clean ourselves up. I know my nipples were sore, and his penis was very red from our efforts. To my embarrassment my set of lower lips were also sore, Jeff does like to explore things if given a chance. I must admit his tongue is very talented, and quire persuasive.

It was several weeks later when we found a place and moved into the new apartment. During the time we were moving and setting up the new apartment my old life before the girls transformed me was closed out, my male clothes given away with only a few treasured possessions coming with me to our new home.

I was surprised to learn the girls never told their boyfriends of my change, just that it was learned that the male me had withdrawn from school and moved back home. When I was introduced to them over the following weeks there was no recognition of the old me, in fact I doubted they saw any of my face as all of their attention was focused on my breasts. Typical male, now I don’t have to look at other females to see breasts, I have a set of my own just a few inches below my chin. A set I am proud of, by the way.

If you have to suffer a rude awakening one day, the best option is to wake up female. I did and I love it.

© 2016 thru 2025 by Francesca

Another week successfully completed; in a few hours, I can head home and enjoy some peace and quiet in my little corner of the desert. Well, hopefully for at least two days. Of course, then the grind starts all over again: five days of my job and the commute that goes along with it. My little corner of the desert is quite a ways from our offices, requiring a daily commute of almost fifty miles.

In my opinion, the commute is well worth it, since the views, are spectacular from my front porch. Home is located in the foothills surrounding Phoenix: my view of the Valley of the Sun is breathtaking.

I found my little piece of Heaven at an estate auction; there were very few bidders on the property, mainly because the photos of the property were so poorly done. I got it for a song, well under the assessed valuation. I did have to spend a little to repair some things, but after a few months, I was quite happy with my new abode.

I work for a ladies’ shoe manufacturer, doing up their ads for different media. The home office is located here in the Arizona desert, but all the shoes come from our three factories in the Far East. Our main warehouse is over eighty thousand square feet, with boxes of shoes stacked four feet high on tiered warehouse shelving. The shoes come to us in semi trailers that have been stacked on boats for the trip to the States.

After my ads have secured a sale, the orders are shipped from our warehouse to individual customers that order off the internet. We also sell to other retailers. The shoes that are wholesaled are different from what we offer online, although housed and shipped from the same warehouse.

My job is to keep the customers coming to our website. That’s done with advertising in magazines, some TV ads and in pop up ads on the internet when someone types ladies’ shoes into a search engine. I usually have over two hundred different ads appearing somewhere over a period of a month. We’ve been quite successful in our endeavors, the sales steadily increasing over the last nine months. That happens to correspond with how long I’ve been in my current position. I try hard and work diligently at improving as I go along, but have also been very fortunate.

I seldom use sale pricing to sell the product; instead, I use suggestive ads showing the shoe with different fashions where the shoe looked perfect for the outfit or occasion. Our shoes are reasonably priced, placing them within reach of most any female, but not sacrificing quality in the meantime. We also offer more expensive heels, but they are made of premium materials like leather – that is, real leather, not imitation or inferior grades of the material.

Right before quitting time I got a call from our CEO asking me to stop by her office on the way out of the building. Sheila Bankcroft is a gem of a boss, easy to work for and makes sure hard work by her employees is properly rewarded. I’ve received three raises since I started: not huge, but still a significant reward for what I’ve managed to accomplish for the company.

I knocked on her door at a little after four PM, our workday usually starting at seven AM and ending at four. She called me in and I sat in the chair in front of her desk. There were four boxes of high heels on her desk, the styles not ones that I was familiar with. She took out one of the heels and handed it to me, asking me what I thought of it.

“It looks pretty… the heel’s quite attractive, but awfully thin and slender. I like the low profile of the top of the shoe letting most of the foot show. In the past, shoes with that low profile have sold well. The heel may be a problem: it looks to be at least five inches tall, making it a little harder to promote; most females know how hard it is to wear a shoe with this extreme heel height all day. The shoe seems larger than any shoe we’ve offered before; is this a size ten, or maybe even larger? In our sales experience so far, a size ten or larger shoe doesn’t sell that well, usually only a couple of hundred sales on a specific style.” I smiled, as she did ask me my opinion of the shoe, my long winded reply finally finished.

I put the shoe down on her desk and waited for her response to my thoughts. I was wondering why she was contemplating trying to sell a shoe obviously outside our normal range of success. In the past, we had kept to the features that sold well, leaving out of the norm features for others to deal with.

“We’re trying something totally different for us. This design and the other three are part of a test we’re conducting to see if we can market and sell heels to members of the male sex. There are other companies already selling to this group, some of them doing quite well so far. The interest is there, but we’ve yet to determine if it’s enough to make it feasible for us.”

“The sizes we offer are more along the lines for the normal male foot, leaving out any shoe size larger than a male size twelve. I know I’m asking a lot of you, but would you take these home with you this weekend and wear them some, letting me know on Monday your honest opinion of the shoe and your thoughts on selling them to the male gender? I’ve included stockings and something to hold them up, a necessity when wearing heels.”

“Take your time when you first slip into the heel, I don’t want to have to visit you in the hospital with a broken ankle. Normally, I’d offer to be with you when you first try them on, but figured you might be more than a little embarrassed, so thought this might be best. Please try them for me; we’ve already invested quite a bit of time in developing this idea and want to give it a fair chance.”

I nodded my head in affirmation, but had not really thought out what I was agreeing to do. The shoes were put in one of our designer shopping bags, our logo proudly displayed on the side of the bag. Then another bag was handed to me, containing my stockings and lingerie needed for my exploration this weekend.

Sheila asked if she could call Saturday evening, to get some of my initial thoughts on trying the heels. I nodded, then walking in a daze made my way to the parking lot and my car. I wondered why I had been chosen to test drive the heels, surely some of the people developing the idea would have already done so.

On the way home, I decided on some tacos, figuring as scatter brained as I was at the moment I might end up burning my house down if I tried to cook something that night. That turned out to be a good idea since I drove away from the drive thru window without getting my change and tacos, an employee having to bring my food and change out to my car. I did remember where I lived and did manage to eventually get home sometime later, the drive from the taco place taking longer than it normally did. No, this wasn’t the first time I’d stopped there.

I ate the tacos, drank some green tea I had made earlier and put in the refrigerator, then got comfortable on my couch. The couch was one of those big comfy things that went out decor wise ten years ago. Over half the time, I would end up falling asleep there instead of my bed. I leaned back just trying to get comfortable.

I tried to figure out how I was going to tackle this intrusion on my peaceful weekend, eventually deciding it shouldn’t be that big a deal. I remembered my sister wearing heels and stockings; always complaining about leg hair and the need for it to be removed before putting them on, so that would be my first activity with my shower in the morning.

Then a smile appeared as I thought of sending a selfie of myself to my sister, asking her if she liked my new heels. Then a second one a little later, asking her if these were maybe a better choice for work on Monday. Yep, this crazy scenario might be fun; at least, for a few hours.

Sis and I always enjoyed winding each other up, our pranks and conversations almost legendary among sibling rivalry. This one might be the best yet, I might need to thank Sheila for the opportunity come Monday. With my belly full a few yawns later I succumbed to Mr. Sandman, the last thing I recalled from my dreams was slipping into my heels, right after dressing in my LBD for an evening out.

I awoke with that thought still in my mind, maybe eating tacos right before bed is not that great of an idea. It took me a few moments to realize I was laying on the couch and that the thought was just part of a dream, a very vivid and disturbing dream.

I made my way to the bathroom, did my business and then climbed into the shower, with an old shaver and a can of shaving cream. As the first burst of cold water hit my body I remembered I had just sat down to pee, a first for me. I shook my head, trying to dislodge that thought. Too late it had already found a spot to reside, but never far from being remembered easily.

I ended up using all of my hot water, shaving my legs was not as easy as it sounded. I was extremely lucky that I had managed to not shed any blood in the process. As I emerged I noticed I had also shaved my chest, not having the slightest idea why that was done. Weird, maybe some feminine spirit had possessed my body during the night. With very little hair elsewhere, my body now actually resembled my sister’s some.

Dried with a towel, I made my way to the bedroom, and laid out all of my goodies from the bags that Sheila provided. Of course, the four pair of heels, then three pair of stockings and a garter belt. I knew what garter belts looked like, several of my dates with females in the past had worn them, although not as fancy as this one. I can picture Sheila giggling as she picked out the frilliest one we offered and slipped it into my bag. The next two items did surprise me though. A mini skirt and a short slip to be worn with it. I imagine the giggling when she added these was soon full blown laughter as she also slipped them into my bag of goodies.

A few months ago we had partnered with a couple of clothing retailers selling their product along with ours on the internet, then shipping it from our warehouse. A profitable partnership for both of us. It was not a big portion of our sales, but seemed to be a frequent add-on for a lot of our customers

Oh well, now for the hard part. I hooked the garter belt around me then slid it around until the label was in the back. This one had eight garters hanging down to be attached to the stockings. It was done automatically, almost as if my female spirit was possessing me once again.

I remembered sis rolling up the stocking before sliding her toe into the stocking, so I repeated that action. As I unrolled the stocking I was overwhelmed with feelings, like a million goose pimples trying to rise to the surface all at once. Once unrolled on my smooth hair free leg, I attached it to the garters having to contort my body some to get the back garters fastened. Before I could process any more thoughts I did the other stocking the same way.

As I stood up the stockings rubbing against each other felt wonderful, now it seemed like two million goose pimples were suddenly attacking my body. I did look down at my feet, my toes quite visible in the nude stockings. I thought how nice the toes would look with some polish on them. Yep, I have been possessed somehow.

I wondered what to do about underwear, then I noticed a pair of panties that had attached themselves to the slip by static electricity. I couldn’t see wearing boxers or my tighty whities with stockings and a garter belt so I succumbed to the lure of the panties and slid them up my legs. Oh gawd, what wonderful feelings they made as they slid against the stockings. I quickly reached for the heels, thinking that putting them on might distract me from the silky feelings that were assaulting my body, mainly my male apparatus.

I managed to get my feet in them, my size nine male shoe size a perfect size eleven in women’s sizes. I did wonder how Sheila knew my shoe size, I don’t remember ever discussing what size shoe I wore with her. The height of the arch with the five inch heel made itself known very quickly, surprisingly I enjoyed the new found feel of the shoe and the height that it added to my five eight male presence. I was cautious in standing, dressed like this I did not want to fall and break anything, wondering how I would explain how I was dressed to anyone finding me.

I took a few tentative steps, making sure to take shorter steps and walk along an imaginary line on the floor. I am not even sure where I read that about walking in heels, but the information was correct. I made the circuit of the bedroom several times, took my time and was doing quite well after a half hour in the heels. For some reason I decided a picture sent to my sister would be appropriate now, the previous thought of her receiving such a picture tickling my imagination.

I took several selfies with my phone, picked the sexiest one and hit send. The attached text asked if she liked my choice in heels? Do you think it will go with my miniskirt? In less than ten minutes she called, wanting an explanation of why her brother was looking better in heels than she did.

I was vague, having way too much fun teasing her making her answer my question. Well that approach may have backfired a little as she told me to stay put she was on the way to my house. The click as she hung up on me left me at a distinct disadvantage.

Since she lived not far from me, actually at the base of the foothills, in less than a half an hour she let herself in and was searching for me. I thought sliding the miniskirt on might add to the illusion so I was doing so as she walked into the bedroom. I heard a squeal, then I was pulled into a tight hug right after she had checked out my attire. She was brazen in her efforts, raising my skirt to see what I was wearing underneath. Sisters can be so pushy. Of course, this was not what I was expecting my face and neck as red as a fire truck.

After the hug and another look at my heels and stockings, I was dragged to the kitchen where all important conversations were conducted. Her hand rubbing up and down on the stockings not doing me any good in getting the red out of my upper body.

I was made to sit on one of the bar stools, although I have chairs too that were of a more normal height for sitting. I had to be careful, my skirt and slip made staying atop the bar stool quite a bit more difficult. The slipperiness of the plastic covered seat was frustrating since no matter what I did I was constantly trying to keep from sliding off.

So here I was perched on a bar stool, my bottom half as girly as possible and my top naked as the day I was born. Sis would have none of that and went rummaging around in my bedroom. She returned with a top that she must have left here at one time or another, and I was soon encased in its embrace. She also had one of the other boxes of shoes that were laying on my bed in her hand, so I held out my foot figuring she wanted this pair on me instead. Soon I was standing in the other pair of heels as she had me walk around some. The only comment I heard is you walk better in heels than I do.

So that is how I spent the morning, trying on each pair of heels and wearing them for awhile. I could tell sis was up to something, quieter than usual and often taking glances in my direction.

Of course, my makeup and hairstyle was played with too, any chance for a devious sister to have fun at my expense could not be passed up. The glances were more like stares, as her eyes penetrated deep into my new feminine image. She did some things with her purse, then suggested we take a short walk down the street. I should have been alerted when she took her purse when we left the house.

I pretty much live at the end of a street, no inhabitants past me so they never finished paving the street. There were several small trails that led off into the surrounding desert, mostly untouched since the cactus and native flora had overgrown the small trails.

Once out of the house I turned to see sis locking my front door with my set of keys. A huge smile on her face as she led me directly to her car. Get in we need to do some shopping for you, then maybe lunch out and maybe a movie this afternoon. I started to protest, but she just opened her purse and let the keys drop in. She pointed to the passenger door, and so I opened it and carefully seated my touche on the seat. She has been known to be as hard headed as me, so fighting her on this was probably futile. Besides I was locked out now, my keys to the house in her purse. Then you have to realize I was anything but confident being dressed as feminine as I was and out in the cruel world for the first time.

The rest of the morning and early afternoon was spent shopping for clothes for me. I whined and tried to impress on her that I was just wearing the shoes as a trial to see how comfortable they were and get an opinion on them for Sheila come Monday.

If you have a sister as focused as mine, you know I was not going to dissuade her from her goal. Finally back to her car both of our arms loaded with bags from some of the ritziest boutiques in town. I was also fifteen hundred dollars poorer. Somehow as she was planning this, she had snatched my credit card from my wallet, providing it when my purchases were rung up.

Sis always shopped at the better boutiques. Of course, her preference in stores translated to her looking quite beautiful at all times, chic and sophisticated to be specific. I was hoping just because we shopped at her boutiques my look would not be as fashionable as hers.

We stopped for a late lunch, a measly little salad all I received for three hours of traipsing through boutique after boutique and trying on over thirty possible purchases. We had chosen to eat at one of the mall restaurants and were headed to the movie theater when we ran into the only person I really did not want to run into dressed as I was. Sheila almost did not recognize me, but karma is cruel. Of course, she had to see some of my purchases so rather than a movie we headed back to my place for an impromptu fashion show for Sheila.

Believe me it was sis’s idea not mine, to try on all the clothes again so that I could show my boss how good I looked wearing them. It just seemed idiotic. I did try them all on for her, even pretended to walk the runway as I was doing it. It is amazing what a dumb male will do when his sister is goading him on and his brain has stepped out for a lengthy break. Well, it may have left its confines for an extended time, instead of just stepping out, judging by what happened.

After looking at my purchases she offered to pay for all of them, they would be perfect for the ad campaign for the heels. She thanked me for stepping up to be featured in the campaign, promising to make it worthwhile for me later after the ads started running. I gave my sister a death stare, now because of her actions I will be dressed as a female often and no telling for how long.

Maybe on Monday away from my interfering sister I can talk Sheila into using someone else for the ads. From Sheila’s reaction at the mall, I realized that notion had very little possibility of success.

Sure enough on Monday by the time I had made it to work everything had changed for me and not for the better. I did not make it by seven like I usually do, the clothes I was told to wear today not cooperating at all. I had to put on stockings, a blouse that buttoned up the back and somehow get myself stuffed in an impossibly tight skirt. I realized as I walked to my car, that even my walk was feminine now.

Considering I was wearing five inch heels and the skirt was tight around my thighs I am amazed I could even walk much less swing my butt wildly from side to side. At least that was how it felt, my butt undulating from side to side as I meandered along. I assumed it will never be anything but meandering along now, the clothes and heels preventing anything resembling a normal male stride.

As I entered my office, everything was changed. Two new bookshelves loaded with shoes presumably for the new line of heels for males, my inspiration for me to glance at when needed. There were fresh flowers everywhere, my sports posters were gone, now pictures of gorgeous females in heels were in their place instead. The office walls now a pale pink color with burgundy trim at the doors. After I entered I had to stop and look twice to make sure I was in the right office. Somehow Sheila had accomplished all of this on Sunday, no telling what she had to spend and who she had to bribe to accomplish this feat.

Then before I could get comfortable behind my desk she told me the photographer was waiting, wanting to take a bunch of pictures of me in the heels to help spur some creativity for me on possible ads. This was done regularly, just not with me as the model. As I was planning my ads I would look at the pictures taken, picking selected ones or parts there of to use in an ad. Now the pictures of these new styles and sizes will all feature me as the model.

Five long hours later, I finally made it back to my office, my calves in severe pain from the constant wearing of the tall heels. Shelia had managed to find plenty of new outfits for me to change into as I modeled each new style of heel, all from the clothing companies we partnered with. I was mentally drained as I made my way back to my office, only to be apprehended by Sheila for a late lunch. I tried to dissuade her, telling her I was not hungry.

Didn’t work as we were soon pulling up to a restaurant a few miles from our offices. They had valet parking so my door was opened for me and I was helped out of the car. I shook my head as we were escorted into the lobby and then seated in one of the nicer tables in a side room.

I let out a sigh, as I was seated in my chair that the Maitre D was holding for me. My calves so needed to be able to rest for awhile. Sheila ordered for me, not wanting me to get my usual fare, since I now will have to watch my figure closer.

I was still in the last outfit I had tried on for the photo shoot, a classic dress that hugged my body very closely. Even though I had no breasts, the dress suggested there was something there. Of course, the skirt was keeping my thighs tightly together. An okay position, I guess, but one that I was not used to yet.

Sheila started off the conversation with the news that out clothing partners were thrilled with the pictures and wanted me to be the sole model for their clothing line. In fact, if we could pair their fashions with our heel ads they would increase our percentage of the sale of their clothing. I raised my eyebrow at the new percentage, a significant change for the better. As soon as we got back she wanted me to put together an ad and get it out among the places we advertised with. I groaned, this is mushrooming out of control leaving me with very few ways out of this scenario.

The salad was good, but being off my feet for the time it took to eat it was much better. Back to the office and I was led to my desk and told to get the ad ready as soon as possible. I worked on it for an hour, Sheila checking on me twice to see if I was done yet. I finally found one of the pictures that looked good, the clothes and the heels perfectly matched. Then I had to come up with some wordage to tie the picture in to a male wanting to wear heels. I decided to be just blunt, just a few words and as direct to the point as possible.

Why should your wife or girlfriend get all the enjoyment from wearing beautiful clothes and gorgeous heels. Feminine, you bet, but the sensations and feelings that come with wearing them are so out of this world wonderful. You will never know what you are missing until you try it. I did and will never go back, my life so much richer because of it. Don’t let the female of the species get all of the enjoyment, equal rights now apply.

I decided on an internet ad, easiest to set up and quickest to run. I sent a copy of the ad to Sheila, hoping that she would approve and allow me more time to rest my weary feet. I straightened up my desk some, since it was piled with all manner of pictures and memos since I was out being photographed.

It was a little over two hours later when a beaming Sheila entered my office. She had an email from the clothing partner praising the ad and stating that that item was now sold out until they could get more shipped in from overseas. Then she showed me the sales sheet from the heel that I wore in the picture, showing the same results. She has already ordered more of that style, to be air freighted to us over night.

Then the fantastic part, there were four requests from talk shows where they wanted me to be their guest. I pushed my chair back from my desk shaking my head violently, no this can’t be happening to me. Sheila came around and pulled me to my feet, hugging me tightly. The hug lasted for quite some time, such a good feeling. There were a few tears that got shed in the process giving me panda eyes. Sheila used a tissue to wipe off the mascara that had streaked down my cheeks, suggesting that I repair my makeup, being a spoke person for the company my appearance needed to be pristine at all times.

I told her I had no makeup with me, she made a call and soon I was being dropped off at a salon that she used frequently. She spoke to the receptionist and I was hustled away to one of their treatment rooms. The place was huge and so feminine.

I felt more feminine just being in the salon. I was shown a bunch of papers authorizing treatments to be performed on me today. I did see that the name Carey was at the top of each authorization slip. One more step down the slippery road to living as a female. Although she told me about each one, my mind was elsewhere, so I just signed and soon I was naked and being worked on.

My eyes were open the entire time, but nothing that my eyes saw was being registered in my fuzzy mind. It was three hours later when I was helped back into my dress, with me noticing how much better it fit me. Of course, Sheila picked that moment to show up. With her grabbing my arm we walked by a huge mirror, I looked at the image of Sheila and I, almost fainting. My legs suddenly having difficulty holding my body up. Sheila put her arms around me and helped me the rest of the way to her car.

I now had breasts, significant ones and matching hips, with a narrow waist between the two. My face now much different, the thin eyebrows the first thing I noticed, followed by the pierced earrings in each ear. The makeup eliminated any remaining features that might be considered masculine, a gorgeous female all that was to be seen.

Once back at the office, Sheila dragged me to her office. I was handed a new schedule for me, each day planned in infinite detail. Monday and Thursday salon appointments at seven A.M. Then photo shoots for the rest of those days. The rest of the days work on ads, doing them so that only the wordage would have to be changed so that they could be used for either female or male customers.

I started to point out that the male sizes were only in a few styles but her smile told me that she had already handled that problem. Now our entire line would be available up to a male size eleven. The model for all the ads would be me, no discussion on that matter would be allowed. You are now making twice what you had been previously making, plus a five percent bonus of all sales.

She looked at me to see if I was going to protest and when no words escaped my mouth, she gave me a passionate kiss and suggested that I get my cute butt back to work. “You are having dinner with me tonight so pick something from the photo shoot and be ready at four. Oh, your sister is coming for lunch, so you might want to freshen your lipstick before then.”

I walked back to my office, still in a daze, probably a permanent one that I will have to endure for quite some time. As I entered my office my sister attacked me, hugging me and trying to see all of the changes since she saw me last. After a close inspection she hit me hard on the arm, while I looked at her wanting to know what that was for. “You are prettier than me now, and I am jealous. I will probably have to hit you several more times before lunch is over. This is so unfair, my brother looking better as a female than me.”

I did get hit several more times although not as hard. The lunch was alright but I had no idea what I consumed. All of my limited mind capacity still trying to figure out how I got roped into this and why I was not upset about it. By the time I got back to the office I had pretty much accepted what had happened to me, still not knowing why but probably way past the point of doing something about it. More money, lots of clothes and salon appointments twice a week helped in accepting my fate. One thing for sure, the female me known as Carey would always be well heeled, which I guess is something to be thankful for.

© 2016 thru 2025 by Francesca

There was the phone call from my wife informing me that she would be an hour late. She did tell me not to fix dinner as she would pick up something for us on the way home. This is her women’s business meeting day, so it must be some meeting to cause her to be late.

Katie, my wife, was one of the founders of the group almost ten years ago, and has served as President of the group on several occasions. All of the ladies are business owners or head of companies doing business in the area. To join you have to be referred by a present member and then approved by the nominating committee.

The group along with promoting females to start businesses or advance in the business world also helps them prosper. They constantly network among themselves sending others to the appropriate place for help or to shop. The group does a lot of community services, in fact, they are quite a force in our little section of the state.

I briefly wondered what caused the delay today, but then remembered I had some left over work from today at the office that needed to be finished and faxed back so that my secretary could get it typed up and sent out first thing in the morning. My company had just bought a smaller upstart business, and were in the process of getting all the licenses and permits sorted out.

It is a shame how many businesses are started only to fail during the first year. Most of this due to poor planning and not networking within the community. The idea for the business could have been a winner, but a lack of follow through doomed then from the start.

Katie’s business women’s group provided that encouragement, and assistance to get things moving. The females they offered help to accepted the help, eagerly taking the advice and implementing it, watching as their fledgling upstarts started to flourish.

Just like the business we just had taken over, started by a male, adequate financing and a terrific idea, but he reached out to no one for help, so it barely existed for a few months then died when adequate sales could not be found.

When we bought it from him, it was found out he never approached anyone for help or advice, thinking his idea was so good it needed no help to succeed. We bought it for a song, started doing things he should have been doing from the start and in less than a week sales have doubled.

Most of the businesses I presently owned were such, a new upstart that eventually failed. I carefully picked the ones with some potential, then corrected the faults till they took off. I found and trained managers to run each business, then let them loose.

In my experience a female manager turned out to be a wiser choice since they sought out help from me and others to get ahead, where a male was often to proud to ask for help. My management choices were correct, all of my thirteen businesses now flourishing.

I heard Katie’s car pull into the garage, then went to the kitchen to layout some silverware and plates to eat on. She came in, placed the takeout on the kitchen bar, then hugged me tenderly, kissing me firmly on the lips.

I raised my eyebrow at her actions, then she moved to my ear, her lips and tongue embracing it and sending shivers all through my body. Oh gawd, what have I done now, or maybe something I haven’t done was the problem.

She broke off the attack on my body and set out the food to eat, then retrieved a pitcher of green tea from the refrigerator for our drink. I had rounded up a couple of glasses and headed for my seat.

I noticed the plates had been moved, now both in front of her seat. She grabbed my hand and led me to her normal seat and then pushed me down on the chair. She made sure she had everything then set in my lap twisting her fanny to make sure I was aware of her being there, and seeing if she could get junior motivated some.

She soon had him energized, now the problem was what I had done or not done that is causing all of this preferential treatment. Not that I am complaining, but this happens so infrequently, I must have failed miserably in something.

She had positioned herself so she could feed us, a bite for me than one for her. Then a pause and a sip of my green tea as the glass was held up against my lips. I tried to raise my hands to feed myself, but they were routinely placed by my side after telling me to keep them there.

Of course, a kiss was offered every now and then, along with a repositioning of her butt on my lap to make sure junior was still aware of her presence. I tried to find out what this was all about, but my questions were left unanswered, a smirk left on her face as she totally ignored my requests for information.

Once the meal was finished, she grabbed both sides of my head, holding it firmly as she proceeded to check out my tonsils, ones that had been missing for years. I was definitely turned on now, junior making sure his presence was known to her. She cleaned up the few dirty dishes and silverware, while making sure I did not get up from her chair.

Back again, her twisting her butt several times as she got comfortable on my lap. She mentioned that junior seems to be enjoying himself, but she needed me to listen very carefully to what she has to say. All of this as her arms were around my neck and her hands in my hair twisting and pulling little tufts of it.

“The meeting today was to select a woman of the year, someone who exemplifies what the group stands for. In the past, several of her long time friends have shared in that honor, including Felicity your main rival in business these days. Lots of names were brought up today, each doing some of the things that her group stands for, but no clear cut winner in the group. Incidentally, several of your general managers were among the nominees, something you should be proud of.

Debate went on for over an hour, then Felicity startled everyone by suggesting someone that had not been brought up before. She first listed the nominees actions over the past year, each action supporting one of the founding principles of the group. I listened to her words and a smirk came to my face as she went on and on.

She concluded her presentation by informing the members that the nominee would first have to be inducted into the group, then after that had happened she could be nominated and then elected to be the woman of the year.”

A name was mentioned and there was a sudden hush in the room, several seconds to the nomination were quickly voiced, then a vote was called for and it was unanimous. We will have a new member of the professional woman’s group, one that I am quite familiar with.

The talk around the room was boisterous, several disappointed they had not thought to bring this person to light earlier. During all of this Felicity was staring at me, seeing if I was going to put the kibosh on her pick. Once she mentioned your name, the smirk on my face was visible from ear to ear. Darling, welcome to the Suburban Professional Business Women’s Group.

It took me a couple of minutes to digest what she had said, namely that me a male was now a member of a women’s group and apparently the leading contender for their Woman Of The Year Honor. I calmly asked her why she didn’t stop this from happening, her giggly response did not make me feel any better.

“I happen to agree with them, you are our best candidate for the honor, everything you do fits right in with what we try to teach our members to do in the community, it is just wrapped up in a slightly different package than one of our normal members.

You network with others to get ahead and you appreciate the female work ethic, since every one of your upper level managers are female. You have donated time to almost every charity fund drive and serve on the board of our school district. You spear headed a food drive to help the church that feeds the poor, and often go there to help cook and serve. None of this is asked of you, you just see a need and work to fill it. So yes, I think you are our woman of the year, maybe the most qualified in recent years.”

“The girls that run your companies, all members of our group I might add, have pitched in and got you an appointment at the Turnabout Gurl Salon. That way the apparent incongruity between your present image and the Woman Of The Year can be straightened out before we have the presentation dinner for the award.”

In discussions after the meeting I was surprised that some of our members thought we were a lesbian couple, you being the more masculine one of the happy couple. Once that was brought to light, they were dumbfounded sighting many examples where you appeared female both in looks and actions.

Even a few of my closest friends had doubts about you being a member of the male sex, your typical ponytail usually done up higher than a male wears it and your use of my scrunchies to keep it in place pointing to the fact that you are a female at heart.

Then we have your walk, about as sexy and feminine as any woman, in fact many of my friends have asked me countless times how you manage such a sexy walk and you are not even wearing heels. When you speak another fact emerges, the voice of a female. Unless the person is looking at you they hear a female, even some that are aware of your looks see a female instead of a male.

“Look Katie there is no way I can do this, I am sure you electing a male for a usual female held position will cause you all kinds of grief. What will happen if the press gets a hold of this, embarrassment for me and ridicule for your group. Just pick the next best qualified person and be done with it. I am sure I can live without receiving this honor, what I do in life I do because I want to. I see a need and if I can help fill it I either do it myself or see that it gets done. If more people would do that it would be a much nicer world out there.

“Now did you buy some dessert or do I need to whip something up?”

I didn’t see the punch coming, but my arm sure felt it. I have to cut done on her use of the gym in town if this keeps up. I got a solemn look from her as she walked to the bedroom, I just hope she forgets about all of this.

I did make something for dessert, some Jello pudding with fresh sliced fruit and a sweet sauce to go over the end result. I took a bowl of it to the bedroom and served it to her. She was on the phone so I left it with her and returned to the kitchen. When she brought the empty bowl to the kitchen it must have been alright.

The next couple of days passed without any mention of this absurdity. Relations between us were icy though. I figured I had dodged the bullet and relaxed some. Big mistake on my part.

It was early the following morning when Katie asked if I could come down to her office, one of my managers was being rewarded for her effort to help the local day care facility raise some funds to remodel and update some of their furnishings at the house they used in town.

Katie had been the one to help raise the funds for them to buy the house in the first place a few years ago, so a favorite project of hers. Jenny my manager of an insurance agency loved to do things like this, so I was glad to help in rewarding her for her hard work and effort.

I arrived a few minutes early and entered Katie’s office. Like her usual award ceremonies there was a small buffet in the outer office, drinks on another table and several tables set up for people to sit and nibble. Jenny was there already surrounded by members of the women’s group. There was a plaque on the table at the head of the room with Jenny’s name on it.

The women’s group along with giving a plaque also gave out a cash incentive, some thing to maybe spur further involvement in the community. Even though I was not a member of the group I always contributed to the pot, since it benefited the community as a whole.

I guess I was lulled into a peaceful existence, not expecting anything to happen to me. I had managed to talk to Jenny some, congratulating her on her efforts and reward. Then I noticed several other of my female managers enter her office. We chatted, nibbled on the food and generally had a good time.

Bethany, the first of my employees that I promoted to a manager position approached me asking me if I could come by her office to discuss something that was bothering her. Along with being my first manager she was also the most dedicated and caring. I told her sure, just let me know when you are leaving. She suggested that I ride with her to her office, then she could return me here after we had discussed the problem.

The reason for me to have to go to her office never entered my mind, it just didn’t occur to me that the problem could be discussed here just as easily. It was a half hour later when the party broke up my wife assaulting me as she gave me a passionate kiss and groped my body in a most unusual way. I gave her a funny look, wondering what was going on.

Bethany was right there to lead me away suggesting that next time it might be more appropriate if we got a room. Of course, I blushed red but was still easily led away. In her car then the short ride to her office. As we got out of the car I was led next door instead of into her office, her assuring me that the problem concerned this business.

The business was a salon that had opened a few months ago and was quite a hit among the ladies of our little town. For some reason I failed to connect the name of the salon with an earlier conversation between Katie and myself. When I was taken to a room in the back to find all of my female managers standing there with huge smiles on their face, I knew I had been conned.

They each helped in removing a piece of my clothing, gave me a hug and walked out. I made an effort to keep my clothes, but my hands were batted away often, the end result is no clothes.

Stacy the youngest of my group told me how it was going to be. We have your clothes, your money, credit cards, and even your cell phone. This is going to happen, so relax and enjoy. If you are still upset afterward you can fire all of us, but seeing you as you should be will be worth it for us. I have special permission to kiss you from your wife, who couldn’t be here right now since she is busy throwing out all your male clothes at home and hanging your new wardrobe.

If you give any of the girls here trouble we will leave you here for the night, the salon girls anxious to feminize you, so even more time for the process will be appreciated by them. I heartily suggest you comply, I would hate to see you in diapers and sucking on a baby bottle if you give them any trouble. Incidentally that is after they have erased all masculinity from your body.

She reached up holding my face with her hands as our lips touched, as she pressed tighter and her tongue invaded my mouth. The kiss lasted longer than I expected, as she pulled back, licked her lips and then grabbed her cell phone and called my wife.

She thanked her profusely for the chance to kiss me, wanting to know if a deal could be worked out for more kisses later. She then handed the phone to me as my wife told me to be good, if you behave I will be by to pick you up at ten tonight. If not it will be a long lonely night for you. She made kissee noises then she hung up.

Well with that kind of persuasion I guess my fate is sealed. I laid back on the table and they started on me. I tried to figure out why they were so adamant to getting me to look like a female.

I guess they were right about how I wore my hair, the sexy walk was just how I walked, nothing contrived or done on purpose. I thought of how I might look as a female and had to ditch that thought immediately since my mind was now going along with that line of thinking.

I was aware of them doing something between my legs, but my male organ had already decided they were up to no good and had shrunk trying to hide in his camouflage. Too late his camouflage was being removed by another tech using a sweet smelling cream spread all over my body. I felt a spray on my groin and then nothing.

When the lady that was between my legs moved alongside of me holding two fairly large cups that looked like breasts I raised my head to see what they had done to junior to find him missing, a cute slit surrounded by soft lips the only thing left. It did take me a minute to realize what that implied and I promptly fainted as the two cups she was holding were glued to my chest.

When I did return to the land of the living the first thought that entered my mind was woman of the year, yep I am apparently now firmly in that gender. My thoughts were mixed up over the next few hours, the incessant pulling of my flesh into the cups on my chest was still there sprinkled along with things being done to my hair, ears and then makeup on my face. At eight-thirty the damn pump making breasts on my chest cut off, as I let out a huge sigh.

I had purposely not looked at the filling cups, just too much to handle right now emotionally. The hoses were detached from the cups and I was helped to sit up. They helped me into a bra, to support my new breasts, a requirement from now on. Then a pair of panties was slid up my legs, the silky texture doing a job on my feelings. Goose bumps popping up everywhere.

A pair of heels and then a dress was slipped over my head. I felt the zipper being inched up my back, several more huge sighs erupting from my mouth as it rose up to my neck. A glance at the mirror across the room and I had to lean against the table for support.

The person formally known as Paul was now unequivocally a female, in fact an attractive one from first glance. Oh shit, along with looking like a woman I now will have to deal with men as a female would. Why me?

Katie to the rescue, as she took hold of me and woman handled me all the way to her car. All of my new appendages were squeezed and otherwise groped. Yes, even down there as she scooted her hand under the hem of my dress in search of my new female sex.

Yep it was there as her finger explored the opening then withdrew so that she could concentrate on her driving, it being imperative to get me home so a closer examination could be performed.

Let’s just say it was a long night, the sun rising in the east before I was able to close my eyes and grab a cat nap. I called my secretary telling her I would be late, but instead of understanding she insisted I get my butt to the office and now, since she had not been able to view the new packaging for her boss.

I looked down at my body seeing a most feminine body encased in a sexy nightie, that was far from conservative.

I had to dress myself, my closet now had only a females clothes to choose from. So had to look to find what I needed to be presentable. When I sat at Katie’s vanity I looked in the mirror and groaned.

My makeup was still almost perfect, and my hair only needed me to run my fingers through it to be acceptable. I imagine my makeup was different than Katie's since hers often smudges from kissing or eating a meal especially her lipstick.

I made the trip to my office knowing that sooner or later I would have to face the world looking like this. Molly, my secretary was out from behind her desk in an instant grabbing my hands and appraising the merchandise. I received numerous hugs, along with numerous compliments about my appearance.

Then just like that it was back to business mode, as she showed me to my desk with numerous piles of papers each dealing with a different subject. She went through each pile then when she got to the biggest pile she told me it was responses from the community about my dressing and acting as a female now.

I was told there was one hundred and fifty emails from community leaders, friends and business acquaintances about my gender change.

To sum it up the main sentiment expressed in these emails was its about time. So I suggest you get busy, each of these emails needs to be responded to, thanking them for their thoughts and expressing your continued dedication to the community. I got another hug and she left me to my task.

I am not sure what to think, but it seems this is now my life, a most wonderful life filled with love, friendship and caring.

Paula did get elected as Woman of the Year an honor I am very proud of. I just wish Katie would ease up some with the nightly show of affection I do need my beauty sleep now and then.

P.S. Five years later I am still living the life of a female both in business and at home. Katie watches over me like a hawk, making sure that no one gets a chance at me. I am cherished and loved to the extreme. On more than one occasion it is almost time to get up before I get a chance to close my eyes and get a little sleep.

Twice a week appointments at the salon to keep me pretty, and a multitude of female friends to support me. I have added to my businesses, now numbering twenty three at last count. I help around the community as often as I can and have served on several civic groups. I am still proud of the year I was awarded Woman Of The Year.
That maybe should read Gurl Of The Year, a change I have embraced wholeheartedly.

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