Manipulated By The Best

I was stuck in this ridiculous party for at least another hour. It was a surprise party for my eighteenth birthday. I could have missed it completely if I didn’t have to come home to get my notes for my research paper I was doing for school. The meeting with my faculty advisor was in the morning and I wouldn’t have time to retrieve them before the appointment time.

I had dodged the bullet earlier today when Mom insisted I show up for dinner. I had an idea this is what she had in mind, so I made excuses. Now as I entered the house, the trap closed and everybody sang Happy Birthday. There was Mom and Dad, Aunt Greta, and two female nieces waiting with smirks and smiles. The meal was one of my favorites, the cake was better than last year, the icing in particular quite delicious. Now we are at the point of opening gifts, so lame, but a necessity to be able to end this charade.

Mom and Dad got me gift certificates, at least I will be able to get what I wanted later. I didn’t recognize the store though, after I get back to the dorm I can look it up. Aunt Greta did the same I think, hers enclosed in a sealed envelope to be opened later. She indulged in the mysterious often, none of the family able to figure her out. The nieces gave me CD’s, actual artists that I loved to listen to. I guess not too bad for a birthday. I received lots of hugs later as everybody left.

I helped Mom clean up the kitchen a little, Dad never giving her a hand when there is lots to do, so I helped every time I had a chance. After that was concluded I gave her a kiss and gathered my things and headed back to the dorm.

I was lucky, the school I chose to attend was just far enough away from home that living in the dorm made sense. The savings in gas and time more than exceeding the cost of living in the dorm. The fact that the dorm was coed a fact not missed by my naughty mind.

There was a monitor on each floor, so outrageous behavior was not tolerated. There were to be no sharing of living accommodations, in other words two different genders could not be in the same room at any time. It was strictly enforced, after one warning if caught again it was instant expulsion. Several had already tested the waters, now forced to attend other schools.

The monitors made spot checks to see that we were adhering to the rules. If our door was unlocked an inspection could be made at any time unannounced. If locked a knock on the door and we had to open it within a couple of minutes. The rooms were designed where there was no hiding spots for a body of either gender. The beds were mounted on a solid base, the closets had see through doors of glass and the bathroom was open to the room except for where the toilet was. There, it was just a curtain that could be pulled closed to allow a little more privacy.

Like I said the rooms were apparently designed with this in mind. We had several lounges on each floor where we could gather to talk to our dorm mates. Luxuries like stereos, big screen TV’s, and comfy sofas adorned each area. Mini refrigerators were supplied, a selection of drinks and juices supplied by the university. No alcohol allowed anywhere in the dorm, another instant expulsion if found on our person or in our room. One idiot tried to disguise his stash in soda cans in the refrigerator, he was made to drink all of the soda cans, then they packed up his things and threw him out. We watched from our rooms as he laid there drunker than sin, before the campus police came and loaded him into their car.

Everybody got along pretty well, they did do some screening matching like personalities on each floor. I was one of three males on this floor, all the rest of its inhabitants were female.

The gals in rooms on each side of me were particularly friendly, we ended up doing a lot of things together. When they went shopping I was always invited along, I would often go to just get out of the dorm some. Because of my class load I felt I was a prisoner in my room, doing an endless stream of homework that never seemed to end.

I was determined to graduate in three years, mainly because of the expense of school. My parents were footing the bill but I knew they had borrowed heavily to allow me to go to University. Knocking off a year would save them a lot of money.

When I got back to the dorm I prepared my notes for my meeting the next morning, made sure my homework for later classes was completed and then crawled under the covers. The whole birthday thing had worn me out, so it was only a few minutes until I was sound asleep. I woke the next morning before my alarm could do the job, a trait that I was glad that was ingrained in me at an early age.

I laid there wondering about being a year older, I didn’t feel older, but somehow evaluating my life up to know I found I had very little to be listed as accomplishments or even desires that I wanted to experience. Oh, I was a good student, my parents loved me and supported me in most any endeavor I wanted to try. I had yet to find the right girl for me, in fact I realized that I was not searching very hard for her either. I did have fairly good health, some sinus problems from time to time, but other than that I was fairly healthy, about the right weight for my height and not butt ugly.

I got chatted up by the girls often, I guess there was some attraction there. I never treated them rudely, in most cases there was just not any connection with them. My female dorm mates on either side of my room were perfect examples. They were pleasant, easy to talk to and interesting, although easily considered to be babes by any male. Great friends to me but nothing more. We often talked for hours, but a recap of the conversation would result in ninety-eight percent pure drivel.

Time for day dreaming ran out, I got dressed and headed to my meeting and then to my later classes. It was fortunate that I had retrieved my notes yesterday, the whole meeting with my faculty advisor was spent with them. The university was trying a few experimental classes for advanced students where we could do some research, write a paper on it and get class credit. My thing was psychology, so my paper was about how our desires shaped our lives. I had done all the research, now just needed some everyday examples and then write the paper. My advisor agreed with me that I was on track, everything I had done so far leading up to my paper’s logical conclusion.

I was all smiles as I left her, now to kill three hours and then two classes later I could relax with some tacos and then crash in the dorm. I went to the student union, much closer than the dorm to chill out for a while. I had my laptop deciding to look up the store that my gift certificates were for. Surprise would be the word, since they were a chain of women’s fashion stores. Maybe Mom had Dad get the certificates and he didn’t realize they only sold women’s fashions, he can be so dense at times. Okay I can ask for a refund and then go shopping somewhere else. Then there was Greta’s sealed envelope, she can be so dramatic at times, but she is one of the few that I feel actually cares about me.

I retrieved the envelope from my book bag and opened it, then took in a sharp breath. It was a gift certificate for ten thousand dollars. I looked at it several times to make sure I counted the zeros correctly after the one. Then I read the note attached. There was a catch involved, something that Greta had done in the past with several gifts she had handed out to others. This one was a doozy though. To get the ten thousand dollars I had to go to a salon in town and have my nails done, not just a simple manicure but extensions and bright red polish with nail art. The salon was paid for and I would have to call to make an appointment for the nail treatment. After completion of the task they would hand me a charge card for the ten thousand dollars so that I could spend it anywhere I wished. I re-read everything again, yep it clearly stated all of those things and I had read it correctly.

I decided to call Greta and ask why, I was curious if she had a specific reason for her actions or was she just winding me up. I thought she liked me, but now there was some doubt. I was sure to be ridiculed with feminine nails almost anywhere I went. I doubted they could be hid, probably exactly the opposite. I know I was instantly transfixed when a female came by with long polished nails, my attention focused on her until she was out of sight. Now I would be the instant attraction, not sure I wanted to be in that position though.

I got her on the fifth ring, her giggling when she saw her caller ID. Before I could get out my question she told me nothing changes, to get the money I had to get the nails and keep them polished and nice for three months. Everything will be furnished by the salon, all paid for in advance. She changed the subject and asked how I was doing. Just like that she was through talking about my dilemma. I answered her than asked if she wanted to see them if I worked up the nerve to get them done.

Of course, I want to see them and I know for sure you will opt for the procedures. A little birdy has given me information that leads to that conclusion. Be good and drop by after your procedure, I will even treat you to a meal if you do. I wonder who is her little birdy.

I hung up, not the information I was seeking, but apparently all I will be able to obtain. I spent another hour trying to figure out what to do, then had to head to my next class. I attended that one and the one following but I doubted I heard a word that was said. Both were lectures today, the material I could gather from my textbook, but the lectures are always informative about what the professor was going to test about later. Maybe I can borrow some notes from some of my other classmates.

All my mind could focus on was the long elegant polished nails that I might soon possess. Closing my eyes I could visualize the long talons, with a cherry red polish as I tried to get my hands to do the simplest maneuver. I had observed many females after acquiring the long nails in frustration as they had to learn to use their fingers in new ways, the long nails keeping them from doing anything as easily as before.

I did make it back to my dorm room, kind of a wasted day, but so full of surprises. I thought a call to my Mom might shed a little light as to why my gift certificates were to a women’s boutique/fashion store. I had to wait for her to come to the phone, since she was preparing dinner. I asked what she was fixing Dad, then listened as she named all the dishes he would get tonight. My stomach rumbled, her description making me hungry.

I finally got around to asking her about the gift certificates, her simple reply was that Greta told her it would be needed. I asked her if she had ever shopped there, she wasn’t familiar with the stores, the nearest one was just a few minutes from the University though. So they had bought the certificates on line, an easier way to make the purchase. Again Greta at the heart of the problem.

I spent some time with the girls in one of the lounges, of course Suzy was doing her nails that night, even her polish was a Cherry red, just like my vision. I watched as her fingernails transformed from plain to gorgeous. Apparently she did this often her skill much better than most females. My other neighbor in the dorm wears polish too, but her nails are never this good looking, neat but stubby a good description.

Still undecided I retired to my room and took a long hot shower. It did help some, I felt refreshed afterwards. I slipped on a t-shirt and lay in my bed. Then I remembered that I have an assignment due tomorrow so I grudgingly got up and started on the assignment. My focus is still off, an assignment that should only take thirty minutes took me over an hour to complete. Then as I looked it over I discovered four mistakes. So back to work and another hour and it was finally correctly finished.

This dilemma that I am faced with is screwing up my life. I doubt I would use the ten thousand on something for me. A better use that would benefit both me and my parents is to pay my university expenses for next year. Expenses that are due by the fifteenth of the month. The amount should handle them easily, easing the burden on my parents and making me feel much better. But and it is a big but, the nails are so feminine and I will have to live with them for three whole months, that is ninety long lingering days. I am sure those days will be fraught with frustration, humiliation and other assorted problems yet to be identified.

Two more days passed with me waffling back and forth. The money was certainly a draw, but the image of my hand sporting gorgeous nails cooled down that thought. Of course, to keep my mind focused on the nails Suzy was changing her polish daily always when I was in the lounge. At least it seemed that way. Then Beth my other neighbor showed up with extensions and a vibrant pink polish with nail art. Suzy and her had exchanged stories about long nails, it seemed it was a boy magnet have long nails have boys interested in you. This caused Beth to made an appointment to get hers done the same way, after she saw what Suzy’s looked like. I am sure Suzy’s new boyfriend might have also influenced the decision, he was a real hunk.

It seemed everywhere I turned the subject was long nails everyone getting a set for their very own. Finally after I almost flunked a pop quiz that was given in a psychology class, I decided I need to give in and have them done, then my mind can concentrate on classes and not on whether to get feminine nails or not. I made the appointment the next day, figuring if I had them done late Friday I would have all weekend to get used to them. As I put down the phone I thought of Greta, she has wreaked havoc on my life and I haven’t even been around her.

Classes were as usual, but my mind was still focused on the nails, two more tests popped up, hoping that I somehow managed to pass them, I knew it would be close. After my last class I drove to the salon, parked in their parking lot and entered. The receptionist greeted me and asked me to follow her. She knew my name and I hadn’t said a word to her. Back in a private room she asked me to remove my long sleeve shirt and put my fingers into the two bowls of liquid on the manicure table. Left in only a t-shirt I did so, the warm silky water instantly soothing me some.

My tech for today was Heather, she introduced herself and started setting things up for me. One hand was removed from the liquid and dried off, then she asked me to read and sign the consent form. It was fairly simple, that I wanted the nails and that I realized they would be with me for quite some time. There was a time frame mentioned, varying according to the type of nails I was getting. I didn’t look back to the top of the form to see what type was listed, just wanting this to be done and over with. I skipped to the next part, about what it would take to remove them, briefly scanned the text, then took the pen and signed the consent form. Heather made sure again that I wanted the nails, according to her just the way the salon operated.

I watched as she gathered up her supplies, the extensions alone laying on the table were most intimidating. Then a Cherry Red polish was set there, I had never told the salon when I called what color polish I wanted, then the bottle of the Cherry Red polish just appeared, just like in my vision. There was many other bottles of polish there also, a topcoat, a base and a sealer. She turned on a UV light and she seemed ready to start.

My hand was removed from the solution I was soaking in and she cleaned around the edges, according to her she was removing my cuticle, making my nails look more refined and professional. Then she filed them into ovals, I had let them grow some so they were past the end of my fingers by a quarter inch, but would still be considered normal for a male. As she finished each nail an extension was picked out to match the width of my nail. As she held them in place I suddenly was aware of how long they were going to be. The end of the extension was way past my fingertips, I groaned there being no doubt they would be noticed by everybody who looked my way.

After both hands were completed she started gluing the extensions to my fingernails. The glue was put on the extension and also on my original nail. She allowed it to get tacky then pressed down on the extension. After each extension was added my hand was put under the UV light for a minute or two as she worked on the other hand. Finally after all were in place another stint under the UV light. I was mesmerized as I watched her do the work, my hands now looking quite feminine. In casual conversation she told me that the extension was permanent now, bonded to my original nail like it had grown there naturally.

With that revelation I took in a deep breath, my breathing became rapid and my face turned a darker red. She noticed, then reached over and pulled the consent form back in front of me, pointing to the part that described about the nails and how long they would last. I closed my eyes, after reading part of it for the first time, the last few words caught in my throat. The nails are a special hardened plastic and cannot be cut or filed.

My breathing did calm down some, too late to do anything about any of it now. I watched as she finished her work, every layer of polish baked under the UV light to ensure its durability. She did have a polish remover that they used at the salon if I wanted to change colors to match an outfit. My mind did kick in at this time, why now and not earlier a mystery. I would be wearing female clothes most likely, my nails leaving no doubt as to the gender of the person underneath. The apparent reason for the gift certificate at the unknown boutique here in town, and I walked into all of this willingly. Gawd how can I be so dumb? Don’t answer that.

Then one last polish, a clear sealer over all of the above. I had been quiet up to now, but wondered about the sealer that had just been put on my nails. I wasn’t ready for Heather’s reply. It keeps the polish from being taken off for any reason. We have the solvent to use to remove it that is why you have twice weekly appointments for polish changes to match your clothing choices. Figure on about an hour for each polish change. Of course it will help to plan your clothing choices ahead, to minimize the number of changes necessary. All of your appointments are paid in advance, so no need to worry about that. We are open late until midnight, so a last minute appointment to accommodate a date for an evening out can usually be accommodated.

A date, no that cannot be happening. With long exquisite feminine nails and most likely matching clothing, it implied the date would be with a male, with me his feminine girlfriend. Well that line of thought was giving me a headache, so I got up and made my way to the front desk. I signed for my services, then briefly looked at the charges displayed on the ticket. I never got down to the prices, my eyes glued on the name at the top of the ticket. Tempest, the name written there. I closed them and then opened then to make sure I had indeed read the name listed there correctly.

I knew what I had to do, Greta was going to get another visit and soon. I made my way to my car and headed to her home. I was angry, confused, and totally lost at what to do. She apparently had the answers I needed, since it is obvious she had master minded all of this. Somehow she had made it irresistible to accept her gift, then trapped me securely in her web. The polish that could not be removed without a visit to the salon a prime example. I parked in her driveway and approached her door. She opened the door, her smile lighting up the neighborhood. I was taken to her living room, where she had a tray of beverages laid out waiting for my arrival. She was obviously expecting me, and was ready for my arrival. First my nails had to be looked at, she complimenting me on their looks. I started in right away asking where all of this was headed and if I had any choice in the matter.

“You are in control, I have just furnished options for you to embrace or reject. You didn’t have to get the nails, but I knew you would think of your parents, feminine nails a small price to pay for their financial well being. Now that you have them you need to decide if you are going to take the easy way and dress as the female that you looks confirm or are you going to hang on to that masculine image and get bullied and ridiculed. For your entire life you have embraced the male image, but I have seen that is was only surface deep. Underneath it you are miserable, always have been. You fight it constantly, trying to fit in, only to find yourself further and further away from any happiness. You are alone the majority of the time, never interacting with any of your fellow students. Your two dorm mates the only ones that have seen part of the real you. Now I have things to do and you need to make some decisions. I love your nails, and I think if you will drop your defenses you do too. Give me a kiss and get out of here.”

I did and a big hug to go with it. I then realized I hadn’t said a word other than my opening question. I had drank half of my glass of soda and I was now closing the front door behind me. So much for getting the facts I needed. According to Greta I had all the answers I needed, I just had to embrace them to move forward. As I was driving to the dorm I realized she had not denied anything that was done, she had just placed things there for me to either reject or embrace. A little smile appeared in the corner of my mouth, my lips twitching some too. Aunt Greta did see things that others did not, always has. Her plans though to handle these observations were works of art. Our government had nothing on her as she devised, implemented, and saw each part of her plan to a successful completion.

In the back of my mind I knew I would eventually play into her plan, but being young I would resist some, maybe if she was not sure her plan was foolproof I could have a little fun of my own. Time will tell.

I did eventually make it back to the dorm and part way to my room before Beth and Suzy found me. I had my hands in my pockets trying to get to my room unnoticed. Well that would not work for them, each grabbing a hand and removing it from my pocket, then inspected my new nails. I tried to move the two to my room since I was gathering a crowd, everybody wanting to see my decidedly feminine nails.

Jolene our monitor for this floor steered my threesome into her office/room then closed the door behind her. She went right to her desk and started filling out some paperwork. I tried to get loose from the girls, fearing I was being issued a warning for what I had no idea. Finally I managed to free myself and make it to her desk. She slipped the paper in front of me asking me to sign it. I picked up the pen, as I was trying to see what I had done wrong. My eyes got big and I almost choked as I read the contents of the paper. It was a change to my original application for a room in the dorm. This one was changing the gender on that form, now as far as the university was concerned I would be considered a member of the female gender. My female name of Tempest was listed on the top of the form, I have no idea how she knew what it was. As I thought for a minute, an aunt of mine has been very busy, another part of her plan now obviously completed.

With a smirk on her face she reminded me that my boyfriends were not allowed in my room, and that me visiting other males in their rooms was strictly forbidden. Beth and Suzy were laughing so hard as they dragged me out of there and to my own dorm room. A few stragglers were still in the hall, wanting to see my new nails. I slowed down and held out my hands so that they could get a good look. At the back of the group I noticed Kevin, one of the few males that I had interacted with before my impromptu switch of genders. After the other females left me alone, Beth and Suzy also saw Kevin and left us alone. I tried to catch Suzy’s hand, not really wanting to be alone with Kevin. She giggled and easily escaped. He approached, took my one hand, holding it tenderly as he looked at the nails.

“They look very nice and suit you, maybe you and I can grab a soda sometime at the student union. It will be nice to just sit and talk some.” I didn’t respond, but I also didn’t say no.

How about tomorrow evening about seven, a few tacos and a nice cold soda, then we can discuss the problems of the world?” I nodded my head in the affirmative, then thanked him for being nice and fled to my dorm room. As I entered my room I just realized I had agreed to a date with a male, not even two hours after getting my feminine nails. Oh gawd, what now?

Beth and Suzy had been listening at the door, so when I entered I was mobbed. Both of then shouting time to shop. Then I realized we were all in my dorm room, a previous no-no that now seemed so surreal, since we now are all females, at least, as far as the university is concerned. I was just dressed funny for a young coed. Believe me I wasn’t feeling very masculine right now.

Suzy ran to her room returning shortly with a frilly blouse. My top was removed, then the blouse slid over my head. Beth, meanwhile, was taking a hair brush to my hair, my elastic that I used to hold my ponytail nowhere to be seen. Just like that we were out the door, down to Suzy’s car and headed into town. I wasn’t paying any attention to where we were going, but when we pulled up in front of the store I had the gift certificate for I knew I had been had. Neither of them had heard about the gift certificates from me, so my crazy Aunt strikes again.

I tried to head to where I saw some pants, the colors of the garments hanging on the rack definitely not masculine. Suzy intercepted me, now I was standing in front of a rack of skirts, short skirts. I reached for a tan skirt, kind of plain and a tad longer then the rest. Well that was not to be, as Suzy jerked out a bright red one, than held it up against me. It did match my nails, but just seeing it had me blushing an even brighter red. I got a frown when she jerked up my pant leg, my leg hair apparent to all. The skirt was handed to Beth and Suzy dragged me to the back of the store then through a door there.

Surprise, surprise it led me right into the salon where I had just had my nails done. I was led up to the receptionist and Suzy made several requests for me. I was led off by another tech, I presume my body hair to be done away with now. Indeed my guess was right, losing all my clothes I was slathered in a cream, then made to wait until it had done its job. There is not much that is more humiliating than standing naked in a room, covered in a whitish cream for thirty minutes. I did spend a lot of the time looking at my nails, well to be truthful admiring my nails. They were mine now, for the foreseeable future. When the cream was wiped off, my body was smooth and the skin so sensitive.

She left leaving me naked and vulnerable, then another lady appeared, helped me up onto a table and laid me back. She laid some blobs of tissue on my chest, from my viewpoint I could not make out exactly what they were. I knew they were heavy, and very squiggly. She marked the proper location and then applied some liquid to the back of the form. The light came on upstairs, these are breasts and soon to be a part of me. I tried to say something to deter her, but before I could get out a sentence the first one was glued to my chest. I closed my eyes, sighed and felt the other one soon in the appropriate place beside it.

Decision made, dress and assume the female life, with nails, boobs and no telling what else I was sure to fit in easily. After the boobs, a silicone vagina was used to cover junior, who ended up being glued back between my legs. Now I was the right gender and had the necessary body for the red mini-skirt. That and three others were picked out, then a couple of risqué blouses, according to Suzy perfect to entice Kevin to make a move on me. I stood there, as the clerk took my purchases off the gift certificate. Way too much happening for my feeble mind to grasp, the only thing managing to get through the clutter and confusion was I had a date with a guy, a nice looking guy who apparently likes me some.

Greta was getting her way, I had friends, maybe even a boyfriend and was out shopping in full female attire. All of this only a day after I made the fatal mistake of opting for the nails so that my parents would have it easier. Easy for them, a nightmare for me.

Is he going to try and kiss me? Am I going to be putty in his hands? Is it going to go farther than just a kiss and some groping? Oh gawd, now what am I going to do?

Of course, I needed underwear too, a pushmeup bra, a thong, a garter belt and sheer stockings that being the edict from my roommates. With help like theirs, I definitely didn’t need any enemies. A lingerie store right down the street from where we were was the next stop, my so called buddies quickly gathering the necessary items for my seduction of Kevin, with as brief and sexy as the items were I don’t doubt my ability to seduce him properly. I was just not sure that I wanted to seduce him, acting like a female for less than twelve hours not necessarily a precursor to seduce and capture. Surprise, surprise it is the other store that I received a gift certificate for.

Finally dressed appropriately and the proper female equipment installed we headed back to the dorm. For the next three hours I was coached in the proper behavior for a young woman on the make. I tried to decline the instruction, even stomped my foot several times, but the lessons continued and when time to hit the sack I was declared ready for my seduction, The girls insisted I was a female in an earlier life, my lessons absorbed easily and quickly. I was handed a nightie, somehow it had made it into the pile of clothes that I had brought home. I was given a quickie lesson in skin maintenance and then hugged and kissed as they left me to my thoughts.

Believe me I had lots of thoughts, mostly revolving around Kevin. I liked him, but underneath all of this disguise I was a male, hence a relationship with Kevin shouldn’t be. As I drifted off to sleep, I felt his kiss on my lips, and I just melted into his arms.

From the state of my sheets and blankets the next morning sleep was not peaceful, I ended up having to extricate myself from them to hastily make my way to the bathroom before I made a puddle in my panties. Of course, I now had to sit to potty, that taking a few moments to figure out, as I looked at the toilet, a time remembered when I didn’t have to squat to pee.

I decided a shower was in order, the warm water hitting my new equipment almost taking my breath away. Life as a female will not be boring, that is for sure. I washed my hair, it just seemed to be the right thing to do. About that time my two advisors knocked on my door, then let themselves in. I was appraised, then as one made my clothing choices for today the other called the salon for a hair appointment. Then as I dressed, we were talking about what I would wear for tonight, some ten hours away. Apparently these things must be planned, the right clothes, the right look hair wise and of course the right makeup all carefully planned for seduction. I kept telling them I did not want to seduce Kevin, but those statements were totally ignored.

Several times I closed my eyes and could feel Kevin holding my hands, then quick little kisses to my face and neck. According to the girls I was moaning as I day dreamed, their giggling having me doing the same a few seconds later. All that was said was that I have it bad, they did insist that I include them in my wedding plans or they were going to hurt me.

I had to sit through three hours of makeup application, doing my face, then taking it off and doing it all over again. They spent a lot of time on lipstick application, according to them the essential element in seducing the male of the species. Right before I needed to head to the salon to get my hair done I was pronounced skilled enough to handle a basic seduction.

They accompanied me, to make sure I didn’t chicken out or get lost between the salon and the dorm. I was washed, curled and styled, the last few remnants of anything male obliterated from my body. We made it back a few minutes before seven, Kevin waiting for me in the hall outside of my room. I told him I had to change clothes quickly then we could leave. From the moment he saw me his eyes never left my person. I was embarrassed a little, something I used to do to females now I was on the receiving end. I was carefully scrutinized from head to toe, a smile appearing on his face.

Beth stayed with Kevin to keep him occupied as Suzy came with me to help me dress. Fifteen minutes later I was ready, a fresh coat of lipstick as I stepped out to meet Kevin. I got a wow from him, making me smile, all of that work and stress, not a waste.

He took my hand and led me off to his car. I was helped into the front seat and then after he got in he pulled me a little closer to him. According to him I had to use the center seat belt the one on the far side of the car sometimes not functioning properly. I smiled, it was corny but the fact that he wanted me closer to him did make me feel special.

We made our way to the taco place, he found out what I wanted then placed an order for both of us. We sat there for an hour nibbling and talking about the world in general and us in particular. Then he suggested a drive out in the country, he knew of a place where the lights of the city were visible, where we could sit and talk some more. I agreed but I doubted we would be doing much talking.

He was very much the gentleman, not pushing things but encouraging a more intimate seating arrangement. We did talk a little, but the kissing was by far the better part of the time spent there. The view was spectacular, but I think I actually looked at it only once. I was more interested in the lips of Kevin and what he was doing with them. After two in the morning he suggested we head back to the dorm, I was already laying my head on his shoulder, content to smell him and nestle into his embrace.

The kisses back at the dorm as he led me to my room were the best of the evening. It took him almost a half hour to kiss me goodnight, not that I am complaining. It was a magical time, one that I would like to repeat many times in the next few months. I finally entered my room, then fell back against the door as it closed. Oh gawd, what a wonderful evening. I decided I needed to email Greta, a short message to let her know how I am doing.

Greta

You were right, I am having fun, maybe we can have lunch tomorrow, I have a lot of things I need to thank you for.

Your niece Tempest

So my first day of classes as Tempest was surprisingly mundane. No shocks of seeing me dressed as a female, not even an undue amount of attention. I was looked at, mainly the guys who had their eyes riveted to my looks, well actually to two mounds on my chest. I got some looks from the gals, but more of a check her out, from a competition standpoint. I seemed to be more relaxed in female mode, able to concentrate better and actually comprehend what the teacher was saying. This last class a prime example. Usually a class in which I took a few notes, but nothing more. As I was putting my notepad away I counted fifteen pages of notes, quite a change from before. The lack of note taking in the past probably the reason I was only getting a C in that particular class, maybe I can improve on that now.

I was still getting used to the new body parts and the way my clothes now fit and affect how I act. My walk was maybe the most pronounced change, now I am walking slower, my hips undulating in my skirts as I now take shorter steps and focus my gate on an imaginary line in front of me trying to keep my heels right on the line. The high heels might also have something to do with the change since the shortest heel I have is almost four inches high. I do love them though, my calves look so delicious in the heels, so toned and tight. When I hit my stride my thighs touch as I am walking the stockings making swishy noises as they rub against each other. That sends all kinds of feelings to my mind, feelings that I don’t quite know how to handle yet.

After my second class of the day I met Greta at a deli a few miles from the university. We had both eaten there on occasion so when she mentioned it I quickly agreed. It turns out she was waiting for me, managing to get us a table on the terrace. I walked up to her and hugged her, leaning into the embrace. Greta pushed me back after a couple of minutes, wanting to survey her new found creation. I was closely looked at, she reached up to push a stray hair that had fallen from its place. We sat looking at the menu for a minute, then ordered when a young man came to take it. I was aware of his interest in me, his eyes never leaving my chest. It must be hard to write when you can’t see the notepad you are writing on. He was back instantly with our drinks, both of us noticing that I had received the large drink when I had ordered the medium sized one. I giggled at his sudden interest in me, but touched his hand to tell him thanks. He went to place our food order, but doubted his feet touched the floor as he made his way to the back.

“I see you have finally given in and accepted your fate, for that I am so happy for you. Now tell me about Kevin, is there a future there for you two?” I raised my eyebrows, at least what was left of them, then smiled.

“Yes, Greta he is very nice and treats me well. I need a little time to get used to the fact that a male likes me for myself, my feminine self so don’t expect miracles this early. We have several dates lined up, I intend to see him regularly, if he sticks around.”

“This lunch is so that I can thank you for manipulating me into this scenario. You had definitely missed your calling, I did hear that the CIA is always in need of supervisors for their operatives, I am sure you could easily qualify. I never saw the things that happened to me as your plan fell into place. I am most grateful for what you have done for me, I just wish I had some way to pay you back for your generosity.”

That moment the food was delivered, my infatuated waiter almost spilling mine as he placed it in front of me. He was actually shaking as he put the plate down and ran back to the kitchen. Greta giggled, you have no idea of your power over males, your Kevin doesn’t stand a chance.

We ate in peace, then a waitress came to get our plates and leave us a check. I inquired about our waiter, she just smiled telling us that he needed a little time to compose himself. Then she laughed and took our plates away.

We sat and talked some more, Greta seems to be interested in what I am studying, suggesting a couple of other pursuits academic wise that might fit better with my new gender. After listening to her ideas they seemed more logical than what I was pursuing now. I presume more of her grand plan for Operation Tempest.

As we were getting ready to leave, taking a minute to check our lipstick she handed me a stack of envelopes. I took them but stared at her. She giggled, telling me to just do what is listed in each envelope, I am sure you will see the reason and logic eventually if not right away. I have given your Mom and Dad all the funds they borrowed for you college education. Since they are so proud, it was done as a lottery win, so that there would be no hard feelings for accepting the money. I had purchased a lottery ticket for them and switched it for one of theirs that they buy every week. For a small fee it was a ticket that guaranteed them the exact amount they had borrowed for your college education. I doubt either you Mom or Dad will connect the similarities.

Now for you one of those envelopes contains the needed funds for the rest of you time at University. I expect great things from you and for your own good you had better deliver on that expectation. You know my capability, I might have to have things done to you if you disappoint me, so don’t.

There is a few surprises in the envelopes too, so be prepared. You do have a standing appointment for beauty services every Tuesday and Friday, a necessity to look your best. With your abilities and your looks I know you will do well in life. One of the things I want done is for you to find someone else needing a little guidance in life and pay the favor forward. That way life in general and your life in particular just gets better and better.

The last request is not negotiable. I need to be included in your wedding, since I am getting older every day, some degree of urgency is necessary. Now give me a kiss and go see that hunk you are seeing. I was crying as I hugged her, she has been so good to me, I just hope I can make her happy in the life and person I become. I did sneak the check out with my purse, paying it at the front register before she could get to me. As she came up to me to protest I kissed her on the tip of her nose and ran out the door. The last words I heard was Tempest get your butt back here. Yep, today has been a good day, a truly wonderful day in fact.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Suddenly A Diva

Unable to find a job after flunking out of high school, my Mom had given me several accounts in her cleaning business. All three were nightclubs, the cleaning had to be done in the early morning hours since the club was open late afternoon and evening till 2 A.M. The job was not hard, me being eighteen allowed me to work at the club because they sold alcohol. Most of Mom’s other employees either too old to work early in the morning or too young to be in the club.

It was a good thing that I didn’t drink, the amount of partially filled drinks that I threw out is absurd. I usually cleaned the rest rooms first, the nastiest part of the job, doing it that way left me extra time to get the bar area and the club itself done. I would start at 2 A.M. at the Rendezvous until six AM, then on to the Birdcage until ten A.M. The last club, the Ribboned Pussy, I worked on from 10 A.M. until 2 P.M. If I didn’t skip any tasks at the nightclubs every evening, most nights were easy.

Luckily the clubs were only a few blocks apart, so travel time was minimal. Occasionally, a bigger than normal crowd, would make a big mess, and I would have to come back after 2 P.M. to finish the cleaning job.

This particular day was one of those times. As I re-entered the club I saw there were some ladies performing on the stage. I stood there and watched them going through their routine, and then realized they were rehearsing for their show later tonight. All three clubs booked different acts, usually for a 7 to 10 day period. This group I had not seen before, so I watched their rehearsal as I cleaned up the club area that I had not time to do earlier. The extra work only required an hour, mainly cleaning up the audience area. It was after three when I finished, so I sat down and watched their performance.

At this time I realized they were female impersonators, not female performers. They were good, and unless you really concentrated on their performance, you would never know they were otherwise. They quit around four P.M. then went into the back room. I heard a door close and figured they had left. I made a lap around the club to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything, then walked across the stage.

They had left a spotlight on casting a circle on the stage floor. I stood in the middle of that circle picturing myself doing the singing. The last song they had sang to was I Am Woman by Helen Reddy. For some reason I started singing it, then stopped and tried to raise my voice some. What came out next is a squeal, not a female voice. I tried a couple of more times, but didn’t like either. I tried one more time, a more breathy type of voice, higher but not a falsetto. I liked it and started over again, singing from the start. I was not familiar with all the words so when I came to a part that I didn’t know I hummed.

When I finished I did a mock curtesy and then walked off the stage. When I got to the breaker box to turn off the spotlight, I was scared out of my wits by one of the ladies telling me not bad for a newbie. She asked if I had ever performed before, my shaking my head no her answer. She giggled a little. “Do you have more jobs to do or is this your last one for the day?”

“No, I am done, I wasn’t able to complete this one earlier and had to come back. I did enjoy your performance, all of you are very talented.” She suggested a late lunch, maybe just some appetizers to snack on, her treat. She wouldn’t take no for an answer as she grabbed my hand and started to the door. I was dragged three doors down to a little restaurant that catered to the nightclub business, although they were open now, most of their business came after the sun made its descent into evening.

It turns out her name is Constance, she heads up the group, a total of six female impersonators. They were here today to rehearse a new segment they were adding to the show. She asked what I did for a living, I told her I worked for my Mom in her cleaning business, doing three nightclubs every night of the week. “Do you enjoy it, or is it just until you find something else?”

“The latter, I am a high school dropout and there is not much out there for me. Working for my Mom is the only thing I have found that will make me a little money and is dependable enough to rely on. I wasted my time in school, goofing off and not studying, but now that it is too late, I have to settle for what I can do and this is the only thing I have found. Unfortunately, I doubt there will be something else later in my life, I fear I have hit the pinnacle, and anything else will be downhill from here.”

She had ordered us some French fries, and a couple of cokes, which were quickly consumed. I did find out the fries are much better dipped in mayonnaise, instead of ketchup. When we polished off the last of the fries, she wanted to know if I ever got a day off, and when I started my cleaning. I answered no to the day off and I started at 2 A.M. every night.

She wanted me to come see the show tonight, if that was possible. She suggested the late show which started at midnight, that way I would get a couple more hours sleep. I told her I couldn’t afford the cover charge, but she nixed that excuse telling me she would arrange for me to get in free. I got a hug from her as she left, a gesture that made me feel funny. Never in my life had anybody including my Mother shown any affection towards me, I was acknowledged as a son, fed and clothed but that was it. No hugging, no kissing, nothing. From as far back as I can remember that is how it has been.

I made it home, took a shower and crawled into bed, my usual every day routine. Since I had the fries, I skipped my usual TV dinner, the fries much better than any boxed entrée. Soon I was asleep, the work at night not hard, but managing to get it all done every evening took quite a bit out of you. So when my head hit the pillow that was it.

The alarm that evening was not in my schedule, a rude interruption in my life. Then I remembered my meeting earlier today with Constance, and I stayed up. I dug in my closets for something a little nicer to wear, but found only a clean pair of jeans and a seldom worn t-shirt. Not the best but that is all I had. That hit me hard, I really didn’t have much of a life, I had no nice clothes, I had no time to spend with friends, the fact that I didn’t have any to start with notwithstanding. I did manage to pay my rent every month, probably the only good thing that I did after high school. When I got my first week’s pay I moved out and rented myself an apartment. I had crackers and water for three weeks, because the rent had used up my entire first week’s wages. Then I had to save up for the electric and garbage bill the following weeks.

I never regretted the move, even though food was scarce for several weeks, a wise move on my part. I saw no need for a phone, so one was never obtained. It was the start of the fourth week, when I was able to fill the refrigerator, well mainly the freezer portion.

I dressed in my clean clothes, then grabbed something to eat. I usually just nibbled before I started work, a full stomach sometimes made me sleepy and my work more difficult trying to stay awake. It was a little before eleven-thirty when I headed out of my apartment. The walk to the club took twenty minutes and as I approached the doorman, he opened the door telling me that my table is up front on the far right hand side of the stage.

I gave him a funny look, but went to my table. The waitress showed up thereafter and handed me a coke and some appetizers. I tried to refuse, but she had been told to deliver them when I arrived by Constance. I had a lot of puzzling thoughts enter my mind, I am sure she is not the owner of the club, but yet I got in free and something to drink and eat without me ordering anything. I would think the owner of the club would not approve of an entertainer giving away some of his profit.

The show started soon after I finished the appetizers, they were really good, and something I was most definitely not used to. Constance and her group did the number they were rehearsing first, from the amount of applause the crowd really liked it. Then they did a couple of other songs, as the lights came back on they all went down on the club floor talking to the customers and flirting a little with them. Several of them sat on some of the male’s laps, then issued a few kisses, always to the delight of the crowd. Constance came over to me, pulled me to my feet and told the crowd that I had volunteered to become the newest female star tonight. Before I could protest, I was whisked backstage.

Constance told me to do as the girls say and she would be back with me shortly. I tried to keep my clothes on, but the girls had other ideas. The female undergarments were next, followed by a silky dress. A wig for my hair and some makeup and I was pushed to the edge of the curtain. I could hear Constance announce to the club, that Bridgette had changed and was ready for her debut.

I wondered who Bridgette was, until a hand reached through the curtain and I was pulled onto the stage. Constance hugged me while whispering for me to not look at the crowd, only to the back of the club where I would see the words to the song I was to sing. Now is your chance, let loose and just be yourself. Dance, flirt, sing a little, do anything you want, just relax and have a little fun. I got another hug, then a kiss on the lips as Constance meandered to the side of the stage. The music started and it was the song that I had tried to sing earlier in the day.

I tried real hard to get it together, that kiss had totally disarmed me. Someone had stopped the music, I looked to the side of the stage, a smiling Constance blowing me a kiss. The music started again, I tried to join in but I had the voice wrong. The music stopped once more and then restarted. This time I got it right, singing along to the music, as the words appeared on a screen at the back of the club near the ceiling. When I didn’t get booed, I relaxed a little more, moving around some on stage.

The music continued playing, but now the words were sung by a group, probably a chorus of the song. I stepped down from the stage and moved around the floor, touching the males like the girls had done. One younger male was blushing bright red as I touched him. I promptly set on his lap, leaned over close to him to sing the next words of the song. The crowd was laughing, clapping and some had joined in with me in singing the song. I got up, returned to the stage and finished the song. As I curtsied and left the stage I blew a kiss to the young male that I had flirted with. As I went behind the curtain, he was still quite red.

The girls passed me, as they went back on stage to perform the rest of the act. I stood off to the side of the stage and watched them, they were so talented, but the success of the act is how they related to the customers. Like my young man, they watched for a blush, a spouse egging the guy on, or a group of males having fun with one of their party. Then into action they went, playing off the reaction of the individual.

Once in a while one of the girls would pull up a wife, plant a sensuous kiss on her lips, then pretend to faint a little. Constance had just done that, the female in question just standing there wanting to know what had just happened. Kissed by a male, a male dressed as a voluptuous woman and acting like a lesbian lover. The obvious lipstick print on her mouth and cheek.

Their final song is I Feel Like A Woman, Constance introducing each of her group at the start of the song, then she startled me when she called me back on stage. I kind of peaked around the curtain and the audience roared in approval, my face now just as red as my young male. I was dragged from behind the curtain, and sang the song with them. When the song was over we were loudly applauded, then some bows and a curtsy and we left the stage. I was the one that curtsied, for what reason I have no idea.

Backstage I was congratulated and hugged by all of the performers. Constance took my hand and led me to an office at the very back of the club. We stopped along the hall, at a full length mirror, the reflection causing me to gasp. I figured the few things they did to me would not make me look much like a woman. The image proved otherwise, I just stood there, is that really me. On to the office and we entered. I was offered a chair, as she sat behind the desk.

“Well did you have fun tonight, from the reaction of the audience they sure did? I liked the part where you were trying to get it together, that sold you to the audience, a young male suddenly dressed as a femme fatale and trying to do the best he could at singing an embarrassing song for a male.”

“Yes, it was fun. Thank you for letting me do this, a treasured memory for the rest of my life.”

“Well, that is what I want to talk to you about. How about you coming to work for me, doing your same song until we can work up a couple of more routines for you. I will match what you get working for your Mom, and I will provide a place for you to live and pay for all your clothes. I presume you need to give your Mom some notice. Since we have a booking for 10 days coming up, why don’t we start you out when we get back?”

I set there desperately needing someone to pinch me, this can’t be happening to me. I nodded my head when she again asked me to join her troop. My voice faltering, barely able to get a word out. I had so many questions, but couldn’t vocalize a single one.

“Tell your Mom what you are going to be doing, do your work for the ten days. Pack up any mementos you want to keep, but leave all you clothes behind or give them to a charity. I think it best for you to dress as a female for a while, you need the practice to sharpen your female mannerisms. When we get back I will get you into our salon, where they will eliminate any signs of masculinity. I have a large house, where everybody stays, one more girl will not make a difference. Now do your work and then tell your Mom, if she has any questions have her call me.”

I got a kiss again, and then she left so I could change clothes. I had to wait for a while for the club to close, then I started cleaning the place. It seemed easier tonight, probably because I actually had a future, maybe not my first choice, but still something other than cleaning. As I was finishing dread of what I can tell my Mom entered my mind. We never were close, but she did give me this job, something I couldn’t get anywhere else.

I made to her house, since that is what she used for her office. I had to wait for her to get off the phone, but then decided to just blurt it out, there being no easy way to do this. “I have found another job, so I am giving notice, I can do the work for another ten days, so if you want me to train someone I can do that.”

“Connie offered you a job huh. After seeing you on stage I figured she would, you weren’t bad for your first time.” My body is stiff, my mouth is open, and nothing is attempting to come out, not even a squeak.

“Connie and I have been friends for several years, even dated once or twice. She has been watching you for quite some time, her ability to spot new talent is outstanding, always has been. Apparently you played into her hands. Ten days is sufficient, since I have someone in mind to replace you, I will see if I can get them to work with you starting tomorrow. You know if this doesn’t work out I will always hire you back, even though I don’t always show my love to you, it is nonetheless there.” She held out her arms and I flew into them.

All these years of doubting her love and caring, and she surprises me. “You mean you saw me at the club, I was so scared, I just fell into it. I do not even remember what all I did, when she got me out of the audience, I didn’t know what to do. Then when my clothes were being removed backstage, I felt alone, and extremely nervous. How can I get up in front of these people and do anything besides just stand there. After Constance talked to me a little I didn’t want to cause her any trouble so I tried. Getting into the voice was so hard, I was almost nauseous with worry. When I found it, the worry faded some, and most of the rest of the evening I don’t remember a thing.”

Mom told me to get home and get to bed, there would be plenty of time to talk later. I walked home, feeling a little better, still scared, but at least something to look forward to. After I got to my apartment, I slipped out of my clothes, laid on the bed and was soon sound asleep. I don’t remember any dreams, but I was sure that my mind was in overdrive at what awaited me.

Reality set in the next day, I still had to do my job for the next ten days, so back to work that night. Mom sent another guy to help and learn the routine, he was alright, but I figured he wouldn’t last till I left. I showed him what to do and we split the tasks. That allowed me to finish early so we made our way to the next club. We finished all three clubs by six A.M., so we parted ways and I told him I would see him tonight. He never responded, I knew then that he wouldn’t show later.

I allowed myself some extra time that night, figuring I would again be alone cleaning the clubs. Connie caught me when I had finished the cleaning. “You have an appointment for the day after you have finished your ten day notice. They will convert you to your new sex. We decided you will be our femme fatale in the group, appearing as a female all the time, then at the close of the show, use your voice to reveal your true sex. Here is the address for the house you will be living at, move in anytime between now and when you start. Charlotte is my mother and she will be expecting you.”

I tried to tell her that I had nothing to move but a few clothes, none of which were worth the effort. “Good you can give them all to Goodwill, wearing only the clothes to get you to your appointment.” I was nervous, now that things were progressing I wasn’t sure of my decision. Connie smiled, you will be fine, once you get into a dress, I doubt we will be able to ever get you out of one.

My replacement didn’t show that night, just as I expected. I called Mom from the club to let her know, she told me she had someone else, and would try and set it up for tomorrow night. The days dragged along, the new replacement seemed better, but didn’t do as good a job as I was used to doing. Eventually the ten days was up, I had cleaned my last club for a while.

I took my three boxes of mementos, and when I left the club I went to the address that Connie had given me. Charlotte welcomed me, showed me my room, and then the rest of the house. I was reminded that I had an appointment the next morning at the salon, so after putting my things away I conked out on the bed.

If you have worked a late night shift and then had to adjust to being up during the day you can understand my thoughts the next morning. I reluctantly made it to the salon the next morning, although I was five minutes late. Debbie was to see to my transformation, so after introducing herself she told me to strip. I giggled a little as I removed my clothes, she taking each item and throwing it in the garbage. I was given a once over, then my body covered in a whitish cream.

You never realize how foolish you look at times, this being one of those times. Naked standing in a room covered in white cream for fifteen minutes. I was expecting my male appendage to make a statement or, at least, an appearance, but he declined totally. She wiped the cream off, leaving me totally hairless. My sparse body hair was light in color, but still there in all the usual masculine areas of hair growth. Now no more.

From there I was laid on a table, my feet in stirrups and spread very wide apart. I thought for a minute I might be used for a wishbone, but that didn’t happen. She used a light mist to coat the groin area, then I felt nothing. She worked down there for quite a while, then glued something over the top of the area. The way I was laying I couldn’t see down there very well, but presumed I looked like a female in that region now.

No feeling at all, a remembrance back to the time when my organ gave me great pleasure, when poor and hardly any money, no TV, sometimes a males penis is all there is. A warm feeling when stroked, and happiness when brought to an orgasm. Dreaming of a female that I never would have, shy, uneducated, and poor, not anything that a young woman would be interested in.

When Debbie finished between my thighs, she helped me to sit up and I looked at my groin. I then promptly fainted. She had a cool towel over my eyes, helping to calm me down some when I came around. I remembered what I had seen and took another look at the space between my legs. I managed to stay conscious, as I put my hands down there looking for what happened to my male apparatus. I found the narrow slit that I had seen pictures of, knowing that it shouldn’t be on a male. It was and now on my body.

When I touched it feelings shot through my body and directly to my brain. I got the shivers as goose pimples sprouted everywhere, causing me to hug myself trying to ease the feelings coursing through my body. Debbie was watching all of this, a bigger smile she couldn’t get on her delicate face. “Welcome to the female gender, you will be quite a looker when I get through with you, everybody that sees your presentation will not ever believe that you are a male inside.”

“Is my male thingy still there, I can’t feel anything at all, other than all the pleasurable feelings assaulting my mind and body. What did you do with it? I have no feeling down there other than when I touch my new sex and then it is like I stuck my finger in the light socket.”

Debbie smiled at me, “we did have to make a few adjustments and a snip here and there. You will never miss it, as a female you will never need it again.” The panic spread across my face and she quickly held on to my hand, “I was just joking with you it is still there just tucked away.”

“Now we need to make the top match the bottom, two D cup titties coming up. It does take a while to make them materialize so lay back and maybe take a nap if you can, I will wake you in six hours when they are done.” I looked at her, a puzzled expression on my face, she just held her hand over my eyes and told me to relax. I did close my eyes, just for a while, but when consciousness awoke me I felt a considerable weight on my chest.

I had zonked out as soon as she covered my eyes apparently, now I was trying to wake up with several new feelings and additions to my body. The most noticeable was the weight on my chest. It took me a few moments for my eyes to focus on the new additions to my anatomy. They seemed to fill my entire field of vision. They were huge and very mobile. Any movement of my body caused them to jiggle some, the jiggling very disconcerting to me.

I couldn’t see the base of the mounds, but they seemed directly connected to me somehow. Debbie showed up asking how the new star of the show was doing. I couldn’t form words, I imagine that the creation of these huge mounds somehow took my voice away and left me considerably dumber. I pointed to them with a questioning look. She giggled, a showgirl has to have the proper equipment and these will make you famous.

I stared at her that is not what I wanted to hear. She sat next to me and explained how they were created. The salon uses a machine that gently sucks the skin on your chest out to form breasts, then with the addition of fatty tissue, they are enhanced to the proper size. These are yours now, not glued on, they are a part of you until they are removed later if that is your decision. They have feeling, and in your case they are your new play toy when you are lonely or bored. I instantly turned bright red, my mind definitely not willing to go there, at least, not for a while.

I did receive a bra to wear, as it was slipped over my arms and fastened in the back, it was explained to me that the forms would slowly dissolve over the next few days, leaving a soft breast. The bra helped immensely, the jiggling much less, the bra’s cups caressing the new breasts tenderly, making me feel much better. I did notice that my visibility of my legs and groin were severally handicapped, the two mounds blocking the view of my lower extremities.

Hair and makeup next, my longish hair was shampooed and conditioned, then wrapped in a towel to keep it from dripping. While I was leaned back at the sink, my eyebrows were done away with, just a few hairs in a thin line remained, the line highly arched. It did change the look of my face quite a bit.

I was then moved to a regular salon chair and my hair was combed, then she cut it, mainly cutting off the split ends. It had been decided to leave my hair short to start with, then after I get used to maintaining my hairstyle, add some extensions for that sexy female look. The style she had in mind required curlers, lots of them in many different sizes. My head did look comical, the curlers definitely female, but far from sexy or attractive. Then my chair was laid back some and she started on my makeup. She was doing a stage makeup on me, brighter colors and applied a little heavier. Later I would be taught to do a daytime look, since I will be living as a female 24/7. At the club they had some makeup people to assist me, until I learned enough to do my own stage makeup.

The look as she finished was hard to get used to, in the mirror was a drop dead gorgeous female, the only thing taking away from her attractiveness is the curlers still in my hair. Lucky me got to do a stint under the hair dryer, the warm heat baking in my new hairstyle. Dressed in a simple sheath dress, I was told I was finished for the day, tomorrow would be makeup lessons and how to style my hair. I was given six inch heels to wear home, to be able to walk comfortably in them would take a lot of practice, practice I would get starting now.

Debbie held on to me when I tried my first steps in the heels, I made it a few feet, then turned and walked back unaided. I even did a few dance steps, the heels felt good, even though my foot was highly arched in the shoe. My butt did sway as I walked, something I have seen in other women when wearing high heels. Debbie was amazed at my ability, even took a short video with her phone and sent it to Constance.

Back to the house, the short walk in the heels not much of a problem. I did discover another problem though. I was watched closely by any person I passed. The females checking me out, the males doing the same but with nefarious reasons for doing so. I don’t know if I will ever get used to the attention I was now getting from a male.

Connie was waiting for me at the house, gathered me up and we headed to one of the clubs. I was shown the act I would be doing, getting a chance to practice doing it several times that evening as the rest rehearsed changes to the act. Then I went with them to the club they were performing at but set at one of the tables to watch the act.

Back at the salon the next day, makeup and doing my hair the tasks for the day. I was helped in selecting some female clothes to wear from their store, mainly everyday wear. Connie had told me that my stage attire was being custom made for me, ready the first of next week. I swallowed hard, my debut much sooner than I anticipated.

Several more days of practice, at least I could now get through my entire skit without forgetting a part of it. My costumes arrived and I almost had a heart attack. Talk about brief, I swear there was not more than a yard of material in any of the dresses I was to wear. One day wearing them to get used to them, then the next night I debuted.

Although I had the jitters, all went as it was supposed to, the audience appreciated my act judging from the applause I received. The big reveal at the end of the act had the audience surprised, even a few that didn’t believe that I was a male. We kept a picture of me almost naked before the changes to show to the non believers.

Then Connie told me about the rest of my job with them. I was to be their spokes person with regards to the media. So I had to make appearances with local disc jockeys, TV shows and any other media interests. Telling about the act and where we would be performing.

This of course as a female never letting on that I was a male underneath the clothes and makeup. I did finally get used to the extra exposure, but it took a while. It was assumed by whoever I was with that I was a real female, performing with the female impersonators. I didn’t tell them otherwise.

We toured the area for three years, hitting almost every club. Then Connie decided to head west, new clubs, new audiences new adventures. I am looking forward to the change, since I am getting new costumes, a western design to them. Just think I used to be a domestic, cleaning clubs for a living. Now I am on stage, living a life I should have embraced years ago and so very happy. Got to go, I have an appointment at the salon, to get a new set of nails, longer and with lots of nail art. Let’s face it some gurls have all the luck, my lucky day I became Bridgette.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

A Simple Haircut

Against my better judgment I had used one of those beauty salons that belong to a chain. They claimed they did both men’s and women’s haircuts, usually at a bargain price. The bargain price often used advertising niches, $8.88 a favorite point but with higher prices these days they had reverted to $12.88. I had selected to have my hair shampooed and conditioned, an additional charge, plus taking advantage of one of their more experienced stylists. My cost would now be $21.88 with all of the additional services added.

You didn’t have to make an appointment, but after you had selected all the extras you wanted you were required to take advantage of the first available stylist that was qualified to take care of you. A lot of their stylists were just out of beauty school, and I had been warned about them before I walked into this particular salon.

Boy was I surprised when Christina came to take me back to her styling station. We had dated before, several years ago, nothing happened much, but we never contacted each other again. Of course, she recognized me, we chatted awhile, then she asked me what service I wanted today. I told her I needed a haircut for a job interview, my longish locks probably not suitable for the company I was interviewing with. She told me they had instituted new policies at the salon, because of people changing their mind about the services they wanted, so they know had to write my request down on a piece of paper and have the customer sign the paper to authorize the treatments.

She wrote my requests down, had me sign the paper then leaned the chair back to the shampoo basin. Her stylist chair was in a corner of the salon, semi-private to some degree, a partial curtain keeping the view restricted. She told me she would be right back, she just had to turn in my paperwork so she could start. When she got back she apologized for taking so long, she had a phone call while she was upfront. She started on my hair, taking extra time to shampoo my hair. The conditioner is next, her leaving it on for a while to do its job.

She sat my chair back upright, then started giving me a massage on my back. The two times we dated she had done that for me, it almost instantly relaxing me. Today was no exception, and I found myself dozing while I was sitting in the chair. It was kind of in and out of consciousness the next few minutes her rubbing my arms, then moving to my face, especially around the mouth. Then I felt her reach under my cape and unbutton my pants. That instantly caught my attention, and I tried to move my arms to stop them from being pulled off my legs. Very soon my jeans were sliding down my leg and over my shoes, leaving me naked under the cape except for my shorts.

To my surprise my wrists were tied to the arms of the chair, covered by the cape, so that nobody but myself is aware of it. Since I had been in and out of sleeping I am still dazed, not totally aware of my surroundings and my predicament. I tried to open my mouth but found that something is in it, garbling any words I might say. I tried to spit it out, but Christina would not tolerate that. She whispered in my ear, that if I didn’t keep my mouth shut she would jerk off my cape and yell pervert. I tried to get her attention, what I had done to deserve this treatment, a mystery to me.

I thought she might have been a little mentally disturbed, but I was definitely not going to bring that up in conversation, especially now. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, that because of how she had been treated by me, she is going to give me some special attention today. I have marked your work order reflecting all of your choices for today and I will efficiently see to it that you receive all of your requests. If I cooperate she will see to it that I can leave the salon without any confrontation. I may not like my beauty treatments, but I will be out of the salon, if I don’t cooperate she will make my life miserable calling for the police and insisting that I am charged with attempted rape.

I nod my head and she proceeds with her work. There isn’t anything I can do, my word against hers, a young female usually believed over a male. I can’t see where she has put my jeans, and with my wrists restrained I can’t get out of the chair. I decide to just let her do her thing, then when released get out as quickly as possible and just chalk it up to a bad day. I am sure that what she ends up doing to me can be reversed, although I will have to pay to have it fixed somewhere else.

Whatever she thinks I have done to her must be pretty bad, since in the next four hours my male façade totally disappears. If the treatments were mainstream, I probably would have looked fairly normal. Unfortunately, the pale blonde hair cut into a longish pixie cut, the one inch extensions on my fingernails, and the total obliteration of my eyebrows made me stand out like a beacon. Then add in the individual lashes that are glued on to my eyelids and the three pierced earrings in each ear and I looked like I escaped from a punk rock group. As she is finishing she whispered that the glue she used on my lashes and earrings is permanent once it dries, so until my own lashes fall out I am stuck. The earrings are now yours for life, so get used to it.

She released my wrists and handed me my jeans under the cape. With the new nails I had a lot of difficulty getting them on, but I managed to get them on somehow. She told me there is no charge for her services, she would pick up all the expenses for today. I got up and with one hand keeping my jeans up, I almost ran out of the salon. I fumbled in my pants pocket for my keys, finally able to get them out of the pocket and into the ignition. Driving with super long nails added to my difficulty, but I wanted as much distance between her and me as soon as possible.

I drove for ten minutes, not paying any attention to where I am driving, just wanting to get away. I pulled over into a parking lot eventually, sat in the car and broke out in tears. I must have cried for quite some time, my shirt and sleeve soaking wet before I am able to stem the tide of tears. I eventually made it back to my apartment, and almost inside my door, before my neighbor spotted me. Janice is about the same age as me, although we never tried a relationship, she is nice and kind of keeps an eye out for me.

When she saw my looks she followed me into the apartment, although I had tried to close the door on her. I didn’t want to face anybody, I just wanted to hide forever. She grabbed me and bear hugged me. Since she is taller and well-built that is not hard for her to do.

I broke into tears again, another outburst of sobbing and mumbling that lasted for quite some time. Finally I calmed down some and she made me tell her what had happened. I went through the whole scenario, even telling it caused me to shiver uncontrollably. She managed to get me to bed, after taking a couple of aspirin, pulled some sheets over me and turned out the bedroom light.

I found out later that she stayed the night, sleeping on the sofa. When I awoke screaming in a replay of today’s nightmare, she grabbed me and hugged me tightly. I calmed down some and drifted back to sleep, Janice cuddling me as I twisted and turned during the night. The next morning she forced me out of bed and told me to take a shower. I was in no mood to do so, but when she threatened to come in and personally wash me I finally complied.

She got me into a pair of pants and a t-shirt, then dragged me to her car. I kept telling her that I didn’t want to go anywhere, but she totally ignored me. Twenty minutes later we pulled up to the Turnabout Gurl Salon where Janice worked three days a week. I kept my head down as we entered the salon and walked right to the back, entering an office in one of the corners of the salon. She sat me down in one of the chairs, telling me to stay put. I tried to get up, but I was told in no uncertain terms that I either stayed put or she would sit on my lap to keep me from moving.

A few minutes later a lady entered the office greeting Janice. She took in my appearance from head to toe, then examined my lashes and earrings. She had someone else look at my nails, then she set at her desk and made some notes.

She wanted to know where I went yesterday, and what was the name of the stylist that worked on me. She asked what was said, making sure I tried to remember word for word. She then called a number on her phone and conferred with someone for quite some time. I did hear her repeat what I had said, and told whoever she is talking to what had been done to me. Janice’s boss hung up the phone, telling me what is going to happen.

Your stylist at the salon you went to will be fired, and I will see to it that a lawsuit is filed against her for damages and bodily harm. The owner of the other salon is a longtime friend of mine, she examined your work order, and saw that it had been tampered with. Christina will lose her license over this, and will never be allowed to practice cosmetology again.

Now that all of that has been handled let’s talk about you and what we can do to help straighten this out. I lowered my head, staring at my shoes, wishing I was home and secure in my apartment. Finally, Francine came over and set down beside me, picking up one of my hands and holding it tightly. I will not allow you to retreat into a shell over something that you didn’t want or desire.

Now tell me what you do, and what your life consists of. I lift my eyes to look at her, she squeezes my hand again, then tells me to spit it out. I need information about you so that I can help, now you either tell me what I want to know or I will be forced to tickle you until you succumb to my wishes. I am extremely ticklish, so I started talking, even the threat of being tickled usually gets me suddenly cooperative. I presume Janice had told her I was ticklish, the only one present that knew that fact.

I tell her that I am in my late twenties, unemployed at the moment, the reason for the haircut originally was for an upcoming job interview later today. Now with how I look, it would be a waste to even show up. I live alone, previous employment has been as a department store clerk and manager, the store closing the reason for my unemployment.

I have dated very little, Christina one of my few girlfriends, and that apparently didn’t turn out very well. I tend to be shy, bashful and generally scared of people, most likely the reason my sales clerk career never went very far. The one time that I got promoted to manager of the department is only because the company wanted to keep the position filled as they were in the process of closing the store. I am convinced it was not based on my ability to actually perform the job.

She asked who I was interviewing with later today and when I mentioned the name, she simply told me that you don’t want to work for them. She wanted me to trust her and try out something today, a possible way to take advantage of what has already been done to me and make it into something positive. It is taking what has already been done and carrying it further along, you will end up looking like a female, but an attractive one. It seems to me that you have always suffered from low self-esteem, so maybe if we can transform you, into a gorgeous female, that female can step out and take her fair share of life for a change.

A lot of the things that she has done to you, will have long lasting effects. Instead of waiting for things to deteriorate to the point that they might be able to be reversed, let’s go the opposite way, As it stands now you are looking at a year until some of the procedures might be changed. This way a few weeks and you should be able to re-enter society, mainly a job. Let’s try it out, you can always elect to wait it out if you feel it won’t work later.

I started to protest, but she hushed me, let Janice make you look a little more mainstream, then you and her spend the rest of the day being two females on a mission, At the end of the day, come back here and we will discuss if the female life is a possibility. There is no charge for any of this, besides you will get quite a settlement from the other salon and Christina for her to stay out of jail.

Janice grabbed my hand and led me off to a styling station in the rear of the salon. She put a cape over me, then leaned the chair back. I was washed and conditioned, then Janice added some brunette highlights to my light blonde hair. Why they are processing my nails were stripped of color, then she tried several different solvents to try and get the artificial nails to release from my own nails. Nothing touched the adhesive she had used, that apparently also would be the case with my earrings. It did take several applications of acetone to finally get the nail polish off. She replaced the bright color with a more subtle pink, not so over the top, but still very feminine.

She did check the earrings, finding some add on hoops that could be added to my permanent earrings to tone down the look some. The largest hoop Christina had added was over three inches in diameter, making a sharp contrast with the diamond stud and the pearl stud that also occupied holes in my ear. The other hoops Janice added made the large hoop less ostentatious, the diamonds on the curve of the hoops tied in with my diamond stud. Once that had been taken care of, she laid me back and plopped two breast forms on my chest. She maneuvered them to the appropriate location, then glued them to my chest. I took a deep breath when she applied the glue, not sure if I ever wanted anything glued to me again. She used makeup to hide the seams, I now had the last item needed to make me appear as a female.

She penciled in my eyebrows properly, then added some makeup, mainly mascara and lipstick. She disappeared for a while eventually coming back with an armload of female clothes. The bright colors and lacy fabric the clue that they were definitely female items. She dressed me in the panties and bra, then the jeans followed by the blouse. The bra did feel good, it lessened the weight of the forms as they pulled down on my chest. The panties were something else, just pulling them up my legs enough to cause a problem. Eventually that problem went down, leaving my lower half looking female.

The jeans I had to struggle with, they were so tight, my new long nails not helping in getting them up to my waist. Once on though, I liked the look, it seemed to make me less masculine somehow below the waist. The blouse was lacy, showing the outline of my bra through the fabric. Janice led me to a mirror, the image reflected in the mirror nothing like my male image from before. I let out a sigh, I guess Danny is gone for a while.

I stood there for several minutes, taking in my appearance, and trying to figure out how I was going to cope with this. I needed to find a job, but dressed like I am, I doubt that is going to be a possibility.

A tear came to my eyes, but Janice scolded me, “you better not mess up your makeup, I will make you do it yourself this time if you do.” I chuckled a little, then she handed me a purse, helped me to switch the contents of my wallet to my new feminine wallet and that into my new purse. My mascara and lipstick were also added, along with some tissues. Before I could get my bearings a pair of low heels were slid on my feet and I was dragged out the door of the salon.

I immediately started looking around trying to see who would discover my impersonation. Everyone I looked at, gave me a quickie glance and then went about their business. Janice squeezed my hand to make me look at her. “Relax, you look quite attractive, no one is going to think you are a male.” She drove us to a nearby mall and we ventured in. We walked to the other end than made out way back stopping at any stores that sold female clothes.

We took our time, just wandering along, window shopping, then upon seeing something that interested us we would go in. At first nothing interested me, the farther I stayed away from female clothing the better I would be. After the tenth store I changed my mind and actually noticed a few things that appealed to me. Janice smiled, knowing that I now possessed the shopping bug, most likely a female for life now.

We stopped to eat at the food court, some rice and vegetables stir fried to perfection. Then back to the shopping. I even tried on some clothes, I guess she wore me down, after seeing her try on so many outfits, I decided to see what it is like. I did and the last three stores she had to drag me out of the store, I was finding more things I liked, wanting to stop and try them on.

I am dragged back to the salon, my attitude much improved. Francine greeted me, and we went back to her office to talk. She made me recount the day’s activities to her, giggling when I would get excited about a dress or blouse that I loved. She asked how it felt to be a female for the day. “I loved it, it is so liberating” escaped my mouth before I could close it.

I turned red, then lowered my head in shame. She came around to where I am seated raising my chin, “Don’t ever be ashamed to be you, a very like able female that has found her place in life. Now how about you come to work for me. I will work you hard, but I think I can manage a livable wage and, of course, a clothing discount for you if you agree.”

A smile came over my face, maybe just maybe I will be okay. I eventually agreed to start work tomorrow. All of this was so sudden, a male yesterday and now a young woman. I forgot to ask her what I would be doing, but it didn’t matter. I doubted anybody else would hire me a male that looked better than a lot of females, not likely to be high on the employment ladder. Janice and I stopped at a Mexican restaurant on the way home, ordered one of their basic combination dinners and shared.

When we got back to the apartment I received a giant hug and a kiss. Both felt good, warming me from the inside out. I slipped out of the clothes, removed my makeup and quickly found myself in dream land. The next morning I dressed in the same clothes and rode with Janice to the salon. Janice made sure I looked feminine with regards to hair and makeup, ready to start work.

I signed some employment papers and was put to work. Janice showed me how to restock the stations, then left me to it. By lunch I had them all full, sweeping up a little to keep busy.

We had one of the girls bring us back some salads, and I actually found them enjoyable. In my twenty–five years here on this planet I doubted I had eaten more than one or two salads. After lunch I was taught how to shampoo and condition hair, made to do my own and then several of the other stylists.

At three o’clock I got to do my first customer as a shampoo girl, he was happy at my technique, I even got a small tip for doing his hair. I was envious of his hair, reaching down to his shoulder blades, but curly and a gorgeous shade of brunette. Janice was his stylist and before he left he was sporting blonde highlights, an up do and long curly bangs swept to one side. I wish Christina hadn’t hacked mine so short, but then it is too late to do anything about it now.

I kept busy, even helped out at reception when they got super busy. About a month later I was moved over to their clothing store next door, the sales associate there involved in an auto accident and not able to return to work for several weeks. After being shown how to ring up sales I helped customers when we had some, straightened the store in between, staying busy all the time.

The salon had helped me get a female driver’s license, so that I now could drive myself when Janice was not working, a fact that I was very grateful for. The sales associate that had been injured, returned to her mother’s home out of state, the job in the clothing store now mine if I wanted it. Of course, I wanted it, the job easy but challenging. I was making good money, a salary plus a bonus based on the sales I made.

I took advantage of the salon’s treatments further feminizing my body to the max. Janice and I are now living together, most likely to tie the knot one day, but not in a hurry to do so. Our relationship is as two females, neither of us having any use for my former male equipment. We did decide to keep the little fella, maybe later a child might be nice, someone to love and help develop into a loving young adult.

The lawsuit was settled in my favor, quite a sum of money and a judgment against Christina for quite a bit more. She is not working now, finding it almost impossible to get a job. If she does find something a fair sized portion of it will be paid to me monthly until she has erased the debt. I am sure what she did to me has come and bit her in the butt, her life now a mess, mine now a blessing in disguise.

I do think back often to the day Christina changed my life, a simple haircut that went terribly wrong, but resulted in my life as Danica. If I ever see her again I need to thank her, her revenge for something I supposedly did, turning my life around. A simple haircut that changed my mundane existence for the better.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca