Constance; The Longest Nail

Constance; The Longest Nail

It was an ad in a local newspaper, what brought my attention to it was the photograph of a female hand located right in the middle of the ad. The hand had beautiful long nails, done in a bright red polish, the rose nail art adding to the elegance of the hand.

The ad was announcing a contest for any interested parties. The winner would be the one with the longest, most beautiful nails after six months. The prize mentioned was substantial, ten thousand dollars, with lots of additional prizes for the winner from other sponsors. The Turnabout Gurl Salon was offering the cash prize, additional information could be had by visiting the salon.

Normally a male like myself would not even look at such an advertisement. For some reason the female hand with long elegant nails had a special attraction for me. My girlfriend and I first ran into each other when she was coming out of a nail salon. I was next door at the coffee place, my second love in life. I had almost knocked her down, when I grabbed her arm to steady her the nails caught my eye. She had to get my attention because I was staring at her nails and still holding her hand. Of course, I blushed a brilliant red, a male infatuated with a female’s hands and nails, not the norm. Most males fixate on the breasts, or the legs or tush, not a female’s nails.

I offered her a cup of coffee, to apologize for my rude behavior, thrilled when she accepted. We sat and talked for an hour about each of our lives, with me sneaking glimpses of her nails every chance I got. I am sure she was aware of my glimpses, but she refrained from saying anything. We exchanged phone numbers, the fact that we both loved the theater a common interest between us. It was ten days later when I asked her to a new performance of the local community theater in town. I treated her to dinner before the performance, then we enjoyed the two hour long production. A stop at our coffee shop on the way back to her apartment, then a kiss at her door as I left her.

Since then we have dated many more times, me even taking her to theater productions in the near-by larger town. We have spent some time together in each other’s apartment, but never shared a bed for any romantic interests. I was content for her company, an intelligent woman, who is driven and grounded in life. I wonder what she will think about the contest. It will have to wait, she is on a trip for her business and will not be back until Saturday.

I am semi-retired, making my fortune in a couple of inventions that I had developed at a younger age. I managed to find the right investors, ones that produced the item and still shared a portion of the profits with me. Those shares added up to major money, and three years later I retired from the job market. I still piddle around with some investments, but a monthly check for all of my expenses and more is deposited in my account on the first of every month.

I decided to check the salon for the details of the contest. Ever since childhood my nails have grown at an unnatural rate, quite often making a nuisance of themselves. I cared for them, the basics done to them every week, a habit that my mother had instilled in me. As I remember she had long nails too, I guess I inherited the characteristic from her. I ate out at one of my favorite places, a deli with the best subs in the world, the meal fantastic as usual. They offered a draft root beer that complimented the sandwich perfectly.

I drove to the salon, entered and asked to speak to someone about the nail contest. I had to wait for a few moments, but the vision of femaleness that approached me was well worth the wait. I was taken back to an office in the back of the salon, and shown to a seat. She introduced herself as Erica, one of the nail specialists for the salon chain. She was here to help oversee the contest for the owner.

“Let me give you the highlights of the contest, then I can answer any questions for you. The fee for entering the contest is twenty four weekly appointments for basic nail care. You have to start the contest with nails that are at your fingertips. At every appointment you will receive a basic manicure, and a photograph will be taken of your hands. That is to prevent someone getting extensions or other nail enhancements. You can have clear polish or color that is up to you. The cost of the weekly manicure has been reduced to ten dollars per visit, to make it affordable for all participants. In addition to the cash prize, there is clothing, makeup, and other salon services that we offer included as part of the overall prize.”

I thought about it, maybe I would have a slight edge in this, I am sure I can convince my girlfriend Jan to help figure out a use for the prizes. Erica took a minute to handle a phone call, but had the application on her desk if I decided to enter. I swallowed hard, this was not anything that a male would usually do, but the downside seemed minor and way down the road. I filled out the application, and Erica checked to see when I could get my first manicure. She took me to another room, this one lined with hundreds of bottles of nail polish. I was surprised to be taken so quickly, but no matter.

Cheri Lyn welcomed me, plunging my hands into some bowls of liquid. The liquid was warm, a little oily but comforting. After soaking for a few minutes she worked around the edge of my nail, removing the excess cuticle. No, I did not know what that was at the time. Then she filed them into a slight oval, my nails at the moment barely to the end of my fingers. A base coat was applied to the nails then a clear polish next. I was told that the clear polish gets super hard, preventing any breakage or tampering with the nails. I was asked if I wanted color, but I decided to leave that decision to Jan when she gets back.

A photo of my hands up against my face is taken, that way I can be identified easily. After the nails are good and dry I manage to get my wallet out to pay the fee. I tipped Cheri Lyn five dollars, not sure what the normal tip would be for a manicure. The way I was treated by her worth the amount of the tip alone.

My next appointment is set-up and I am on my way home. I pick up some Mexican takeout, definitely not in the mood to cook tonight. Tacos and a burrito, something to fill the stomach and bring a smile to my face. I did get looked at while I was ordering, the shine of the top coat attracting the attention of the gal that waited on me. On the way home I often caught myself looking at my glossy nails. Once they get longer, I am sure my eyes will be riveted to them.

The thought that everyone else night also be riveted to my nails made an appearance, maybe this isn’t such a good idea. I hadn’t thought about that, long elegant nails on a male will attract a lot of attention, not necessarily the kind of attention that I may want. Maybe Jan can help me decide if I have suddenly become mentally unstable, before this goes too far.

I ate the tacos, deep in thought. Since I am not the most masculine male on the planet, this might sway things in the wrong direction. I am not out much in public, so I could probably avoid a lot of this. The few times I am out Jan is usually with me, so she would be affected the most with my less than masculine appearance. Speaking of the devil, my phone rings and Jan asks what I am doing. I hem and haw a bit, not sure how to bring this up in conversation. Recently she has become almost psychic, wanting to know what I have done.

I told her about the contest, my stop at the salon to find out more and my newly polished nails that seem to totally occupy my thought processes. I get a squeal at the other end of the line, than a bevy of questions. What color did you have them put on? Can you take a photograph with your phone and send it to me now? I was silenced with the sudden questions, brought back to the present as she asks me if the photograph is on the way.

I manage to get the phone aimed at my hand, snap a photograph and send it to her. Quiet on her end, maybe I have made a big mistake here. Then some talking in the background, than another bit of silence. “Meet me at the airport tomorrow morning at eight A.M. don’t be late. I love you immensely. Bye” I held the phone to my ear, the dial tone all I am hearing. Well any resolving of this possible problem will have to wait until tomorrow morning.

I set there on the couch for the longest time, trying to see if could make some sense of her words and actions. She was cutting her trip short, no explanation, nothing. Then the cryptic words and a dial tone. Definitely not much to go on, much less to make any conclusions from.

I got up early so that I would be on time to pick her up. Her flight was delayed some, so I had to wait an additional thirty minutes. As she cleared the gate she can running over, her heels making that click clack noise that they do on the terminal floor. I am almost knocked down by her, she had launched herself at me while still three foot away. I am hugged, kissed and then she pushed me back and grabbed my hands so she could take in the appearance. Another tight hug and kisses all over my face, I am beet red from the face down as she woman handled me. I am sure we had an audience, but every time I moved my head to look I was kissed again hard. Finally I managed to get her moving, down to baggage claim and then out to my car.

She was almost setting on my lap in the car, making driving rather frustrating. I took her to her apartment, and carried her luggage in for her. She was looking through her vanity for something, then squealed as she apparently found it. Her and a bottle of nail polish appeared at her kitchen table ready to color my nails. She had one of my hands in a death grip, pulling it closer to her so she could put on the polish. It was a deep red, making my short nails stand out like beacons. I was still in shock, cutting her trip short, eager to see my nails, now adding color to them, what next. That was soon answered as she changed her clothes and told me to take her out to lunch. She had just finished adding polish to my nails and now she wanted to go out.

Her face reflected a smirk, but no backing down. When she picked up her purse I presumed my decision had been made for me about going out to eat. I was afraid of what people would say, but Jan was determined to go out. I usually gave in to what she wanted so we again entered my car and drove to her favorite restaurant. When I parked I got her door for her like I usually do, then held her hand as we walked in. The hostess greeted us and led us to a table. As I was handed a menu she saw my nails and complimented me on them. The waitress was right there wanting to know what we wanted to drink, another compliment on my nails and then she brought us our drinks. The whole afternoon that way, no laughing at me from the many people I came into contact with, at least, that I could detect.

I was dumbfounded, not at all what I was expecting. I kept my guard up, I am sure there was someone lurking that would make a nasty comment about my nails or my sexuality. Surprisingly it never came. Back to her apartment, she opened a bottle of wine and we sipped the selection for almost three hours. It was getting late so I got up to take my glass to the kitchen. Jan was right behind me, as I put the glass in the sink she was suddenly attached to my body. Her arms around my neck and most of her body right up against me. She asked when my next appointment was, insisting that she be taken along. I suggested an appointment for her too, at the same time, a nod that she approved of that quickly given. I did manage to escape, body intact, still clothed. The goodbye at her door was a little hot and heavy though, also lasting quite a bit longer than normal.

I made the drive home, thinking of her actions today. I was thrilled at the enthusiasm, but wondered what it all meant in the long run. I slipped off my clothes and was soon in dreamland. No recollection of what I dreamed about, but I had apparently tossed and turned all night considering how the sheets were wrapped all around me the following morning. I do remember running my fingers over the slick nail polish many times, the feelings that transmitted to my brain after doing this quite pleasant. Life did eventually settle into a routine, but Fridays were always different and exciting.

My appointment was for four o’clock on Fridays, Jan at my house midday so that we could lunch together. She insisted the red polish stay on, so I yielded to the request. After the first appointment I had no choice since the red polish was added before the clear coat. They had to use a special solvent to get the hardened clear coat off, so once the red polish was on I was stuck with it until the next appointment.

I did limit my excursions out, fearing the remarks that might come my way. After the first week Jan came by more often dragging me with her as she did her errands around town. She was an advisor to political candidates, helping them with their presentation and appearance. She also advised on issues, and what groups that would help them the most with their campaign. She worked odd hours, sometimes out all day, another day maybe an evening meal with one of her candidates and spouses. She had phenomenal success in her career, a waiting list for her services and opinions.

Unfortunately, for me I was now included in all of her meetings and dinners. I did get some strange stares from her clients, but nothing was said. As the weeks went by, the nails grew at a fantastic rate. The repercussions of the longer nails is everybody thinking that I am a female. If Jan would tolerate a different nail polish color I might have just got some strange looks, but a variety of bright red colors was all she allowed on my fingernails. To keep me more comfortable in her customer’s presence she started introducing me as her secretary. When she added a blouse and silky pants I received no more strange looks. I kept up the secretary image taking notes as the different meetings progressed.

The weekly appointments were looked forward to, Jan to see me getting manicured and polished, and I getting to see her get the same. I insisted that her nails be left to grow like mine, although she bitched frequently that she couldn’t do as much with the long nails. I just smiled in return. By the sixth week, my nails were looking awesome, even the gals at the salon were envious of their length. From the photographs on the salon wall, my nails were longer than most. After adding the bright red polish they seemed to stand out like a beacon on a fog covered shore.

I guess partly because I was more conscious of my appearance I managed to lose some weight. In fact, over the first eight weeks of the contest I lost thirteen pounds. That helped me in my female presentation. I wasn’t trying to present as a female every day, but the consensus of opinion of most people that saw me was that I was of the female gender. Imagine if I really tried to look the part.

At the next appointment Jan spoke to the technician asking if I could get some additional services on my next appointment. The tech got another lady to talk to Jan, me being left at the manicure table as they were still working on my nails. I never did find out what she had arranged, just that it would require three more hours next week. My nails were looking good, well better than good, from the photographs I was obviously in the lead, concerning nail length. The longer nails along with the reddish polish had turned my nails into something extremely feminine.

Most everybody I met or dealt with considered me a female now, I had long since stopped correcting them, just going along with their assumptions. Jan had picked items of feminine clothing slowly, now my closet was about half full of clothing usually worn by the distaff side. She had not got carried away with underwear yet, but I did have panties instead of boy shorts. I must admit the panties were lots softer and more comfortable.

Jan seemed to be getting busier, now we were out almost every day, dinners at least five nights a week. I tried to miss a few of them, but she had other ideas. On one of the appointments while she was having her nails done I got a pink polish applied to mine. Well that lasted for all of five minutes before she insisted that it all got taken off and my signature red re-applied. By now they were getting very feminine in length, almost a half inch past my fingertips.

Almost everywhere we went that was the first comment out of everybody’s mouth was about my nails that included the male politicians along with their wives. No longer was I thought of as a male, now female was the only gender mentioned in connection with me.

They had finished re-applying my red polish when two more techs entered the room. I suddenly had a bad feeling about the extra services she had arranged for me. When they wheeled in the machine with cups attached hanging down from the hoses, I knew that it wouldn’t be the masculine me that might win the contest, it would be Constance, Jan’s nickname for me that would be vying for the longest nail. Then when they glued the cups to my chest, there was no longer any doubt.

It was more than three extra hours that day, at the six hour mark the machine turned off, my cups runneth over. Since the breast was sucked from my body, I doubted they would suddenly go away or be re-absorbed back into my body. I was told the cups remained on, after three or four days they would dissolve and only leave the new pert breast on my chest. An hour after the machine turned off the cups were already softer and more flexible than before. I was offered a bra, Jan grabbing it and helping me into its embrace. Her smile was bigger as we headed home, looking my way often as she drove.

She had been after me to move in with her, after telling her no for three weeks she finally persuaded me and I moved in the next week. With sizable breasts now, she hired a moving company to move my things to her apartment, the guys who moved me obviously happy as they ogled me every chance they had. That was a very difficult time, getting used to be lusted after quite a change for a former male. I was indeed a former male, with Hooters like these I doubt I would ever be classified as a male again.

It wasn’t all bad, Jan playing with them was quite enjoyable, in fact I learned that I now could orgasm just from her manipulating my nipples. Indeed she did have fun playing with them, now when she was not working with one of her politicians, my breasts seemed to keep her focus. Always a grope, or a tweak of my nipple, then when bedtime arrived a more thorough seeing to was conducted by Jan. Out in public, I was embarrassed when she brushed up against my breasts or pinched a nipple when no one was watching. At home I was putty in her hands, actually looking forward to being groped or caressed.

I tried to reciprocate as often as I could, but Jan being so confident and outgoing, saw to it that I was never long without some attention. It eventually ended up with me having to get a recorder to use to take notes. I could still write, but not as fast as before. The long nails hampered writing and almost any other activity involving the use of my hands.

Then with only five weeks remaining in the contest, another upgrade to my appearance was instituted. My hair and makeup was done for me, a lighter shade of blonde with brunette highlights. As far as makeup goes, after they had shaped my eyebrows, eye makeup, rouge, lipstick became a regular habit with me. I received classes in doing my hair and makeup myself, a weeks’ worth and I was doing it as if I had been doing it my whole life. I thought that maybe when I was totally female in appearance that Jan might lose some fascination with me. Wrong again, even public displays of affection were now indulged in, Jan just smiling as people gawked at our antics, well her antics to be truthful.

The weeks progressed and two weeks from the finish of the contest I and four other contestants were notified that we were the five finalists in the contest. We were invited to the final judging at the salon, where we would be measured and all of our weekly photographs would be examined. Then at the conclusion a winner would be announced. From the photographs I saw at the salon, it was mainly between myself and a female from back east, both of us having similar nail growth.

When Jan and I arrived at the salon I was shown to a booth and the normal weekly manicure was performed. Erica and another lady examined each contestants nails after the polish was removed. A final photograph was taken and then compared to the last weekly photograph. Sylvia the other finalist with nails similar to mine came over and we talked as the judges compared photographs and observations. She was glad the contest was over, the last few weeks she has been unable to do much of anything, her long nails making doing things almost impossible. She worked as a secretary, her boss allowing her to finish the contest, but wanted Sylvia to be able to type again, a task she has been unable to do for seven weeks.

Francine the salon owner announced the winners, I did come in first, a very enthusiastic Jan seeing to my immediate reward. Sylvia was second, Erica announcing that she would get all the extra prizes same as me, while I received the cash prize. Part of the contest requirements were the right of the salon to use my hands in promotional material for the salon nationwide. I imagined just a lot of photographs to use in their advertising, it turns out that I will also being making personal appearances at other salons across the country.

Jan being the takeover type of person she is handling all of the arrangements for my appearances, while my hands were photographed many hundreds of times. I had a week of down time before my first personal appearance. Since Jan had stepped in to handle everything I was not aware that my appearances were to be as Constance, the winner of the contest. The appearances would stretch out over the next six months at least depending on the success of the program that I was advertising. Of course, Jan was ecstatic as I would be in total female mode for the entire time and my nails would only get longer. That pretty much stopped any physical activity for me, the nails were getting so long that almost anything was beyond my capability to perform. I did get nail appointments every few days, to make sure they were always at their best.

So other than make my appearances I was mainly a plaything for Jan. She had quit her job temporarily, more interested in accompanying me and seeing to the fact that I did not get bored on the trips. Believe me I was never bored, as I laid there every evening being ravished by my handler. As we made the circuit, several more steps towards femininity were taken, now both Jan and I were nearly identical in anatomical appearance. I never wore any male clothes, my wardrobe only dresses and skirts. A fact that Jan had insisted on.

I guess after a while the mind gets used to things, I really never thought back to when I was a male, now just content to dress sexily for Jan, do my makeup and hair to please her and then allow her to do with me what she wants. I am happy, very content and to think it all started with a contest for the longest nail.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Mitzi; At Last A Job

Mitzi; At Last A Job

I am nineteen and unfortunately still live with my Mom. Graduating from high school two months ago, but still hunting for some kind of job. I doubt college will be an option since my grades have been so dismal, and our finances are so tight. Mom would have helped with my tuition for the first couple of years, but I had to match the funds dollar for dollar. That didn’t happen, any attempt for some type of job failed miserably. Even the fast food places turned me away.

Mom had raised me pretty much by herself, since Dad had vacated the premises years ago. I don’t remember him, probably too young to have much recollection as to his looks. No reason was even given by her, it was a subject that we never talked about. She was a good parent, making me learn and practice what I learned. Instead of doing it for me, I was taught what to do, then I had to do the deed myself. Simple tasks like calling the school if I was sick, to more involved ones like obtaining my own car insurance.

The car was Dad’s old car which he left when he vamoosed. I did receive an allowance every month, so when I had passed my school’s drivers-ed course, I wanted badly to drive the car. Well, I had to call around to find the most reasonable car insurance, mainly one I could afford. Then go there in person to arrange and pay for it. Boy, what an education I got from that experience. I had to make all kinds of concessions on the policy to be able to afford it. My allowance just wouldn’t allow anything more than a bare minimum. I ended up being able to drive one hundred miles a week, and nothing after dark. That was enforced by a monitor installed on my car to advise the company of my driving times, a monitor that I had to pay for.

I tried every trick in the book to make my Mom feel sorry for me in hopes that my allowance would be increased. Her simple reply, “Get a job and you will have money to do what you want.” The job front sucked, my small stature, youthful appearance and crappy grades in school teamed up to deny me any kind of employment. Although I was nineteen, I looked fourteen, I know later in life I will appreciate that fact, but now it was making my life flat out miserable. In a lot of instances, I wasn’t even allowed to fill out an application, one look and I was told they had no jobs to offer.

I had recently heard of a job at one of my Mom’s friend’s place of business. I overheard Mom talking about it with one of her friends, just not any details. Maybe nothing, but at least a chance. I was interested, but knew that I would have to do several things before applying. The first task was to somehow make myself look older. Sally, Mom’s friend lived next door and she worked as a beauty technician in town. She was good, had a large following and worked six days a week. Not because she had to, but because of the level of business she had.

She had, over the years, helped with my hair, since Mom had trouble even doing her own hair. Mainly trimming off my split ends and advising on what hair care products to use to keep my hair healthy and growing. All through high school I grew my hair out, it was a status symbol for me. I was different with long hair and not some part of a click or group. More than a time or two, I was accosted by some females just wanting to run their fingers through my hair. Weird, but so satisfying. There was other confrontations too, those not so satisfying, mainly involving the male bullies of our school. I did get plenty of practice in running though.

I asked Sally’s advice on how I could be made to, look older. When I got a huge smile from her, I should have stopped at that point, but she had suckered me in again. The next Saturday I was over at her house being made over. She layered my hair, than applied some light touches of makeup to my face. I immediately started to rise, the use of makeup was not what I had in mind to look older. She pushed me back down in the chair and made me wait until she was finished.

The image in the mirror was older, unfortunately also slightly feminine. I was told that some more mature clothing would give me the look I was seeking. There again I should have asked questions or run for the hills. I did neither.

It was later that I found out the job was at Sally’s salon, a greeter and customer service representative. Since I had not one single alternative, I swallowed my pride and decided to drive down for the interview. I didn’t have much hope, either for the job or that I would take it, if offered. I somehow couldn’t see myself working in a beauty salon.

I had worn some dress slacks and a dress shirt, essentially my church clothes, when I went. No tie though, if the job required a tie I would pass on it. I told the receptionist I was here to apply for the job and then was shown back to an office in the rear of the salon. A tall regal looking lady got up from behind her desk and approached me reaching for my hand in the process. She introduced herself as Francine, the owner of the chain. I was shown to a sofa, then she sat next to me and we talked.

Although my grades have always been sub-standard, I have always had the gift of gab, if you can call talking to anybody about anything, the gift of gab. It just flows out of me, any topic, any subject whether I know anything about it or not. In school, I knew everybody male or female. Maybe not as a friend, but could and would interact with them often. Francine and I talked for quite some time, her telling me some about the salon and me elaborating on my failure in finding a job. I guess she made some type of decision, as she got up and left me for a few minutes. She came back with their uniform, a smock type of outfit in shades of burgundy and pink. She handed it to me, told me to change in her bathroom and then go to the salon and show her what I could do.

I looked at the uniform, then at her, then back to the uniform. I have no idea why I went to the bathroom to change. My mind was dead set against it, yelling and screaming for me to just walk out. I liked Francine, she listened to me, offered advice, but nothing was pushed on me. Like right now, here is the uniform, change in the bathroom and go to the salon and show her what I can do. No threats about if you want the job this is what you will have to do to get it. Her approach kind of threw me off balance, leaving me not sure what to do. So without much thinking I took the smock and headed to the bathroom.

I slipped out of my clothes and put the smock on. Thinking back hours later I could have just slipped it on over my pants, but none of her employees wore them that way, nothing covering up their legs. I decided to do the same. It came down to mid-thigh, looking like a dress on me. I surveyed my image in the mirror, swallowed hard, and left the bathroom. I had taken my ponytail out before I ventured into the salon, again I am not sure why. My sneakers looked a little out of place, but since they were white, it was not something hitting you over the head.

I walked around the salon, getting watched by both customers and employees alike. After my first circuit, I stopped at the hair dryers, sat down next to a lady without a magazine and introduced myself. She was bored having to wait until her hair was dry. From her first words she sounded a little masculine, but that was what the salon was all about. I asked her what style she was getting, then complimented her on her choice. I asked about her job, it turns out she was self-employed, helping people with their investments. Her stylist came and checked on her hair, then tuned off the dryer and took her back to her booth. I gave her a hug, telling her I enjoyed talking with her.

The front was getting busy, several people in line at the check in desk. I proceeded there, took their names, then looked to see who their stylist was. As I had been walking around, I had paid attention to the name badges, so I could at least point them in the right direction. The few that were early for their appointments, I got them a drink, sitting and talking to them while they waited for their stylist to finish with their last customer.

We talked about the salon, about the miracles they performed on a daily basis. All three ladies were products of the salon, former males now enjoying life as a female. They asked about me, I told them I am interviewing for a job here, if I am here next time, we can catch up on what happened. I spent five hours talking with everybody, a few while they were waiting to be picked up by their S.O.

After I finished with a lady, when her ride appeared, Francine came to get me. I was led back to her office, several of the customers I had talked to wishing me luck. They had heard I was here on an interview from either myself or one of the other ladies I had talked to.

I sat back down in front of Francine’s desk as she sat in her chair after getting a drink for herself. “Well, did you like your afternoon?”

I smiled. “Yes, it was very enjoyable. I love to talk to people, your customers are so special, that inner desire to be something more than they are, a tribute to their being.”

“For what you did today, what do you want as pay?” I looked at her, stared a more likely description of my look. I have no idea what to say. Getting paid to talk to people and be nice to them, what a conundrum.

My reply, “I have no idea what would be a fair wage, I do like the people and would love to work here. How about we leave that up in the air until time for the first paycheck. Then you pay me what you think I am worth to your business.”

“Okay, that sounds fair; you do realize that all my employees dress as a female don’t you? A few are females, but everybody who works here does dress as their female persona. I prefer the uniform, but will allow suitable female dress if you desire to go that way. Heels are mandatory though as well as makeup and a feminine hairstyle. That also includes polished nails and appropriate jewelry. You will receive adequate compensation for those things you need, but all beauty services are free to any employee. If you agree to the above, be here at seven in the morning, we will get you decked out and you can start right after lunch. Forty hours a week, eight hours a day, alternate weekends in your schedule.”

Francine gave me a hug after coming around her desk, I tried to slow things down, I was not so sure about dressing as a female for the job. I was stuttering real bad, words coming out but no sense to their order or meaning. She grabbed my hands. “Try it for a week, if you are still against it after that time, I will look for someone else. You are good at it, surely just slipping on some female clothes could not make it that bad that you wouldn’t desire the job. You have been in a dress for five hours, everybody you talked to thinking you are a natural born female, now what has suddenly changed?”

She was right, but saying it and living it are two different things. I got hugged, tender and sincere. I walked over to the bathroom to get my clothes, looked inside and let out an audible sigh. No clothes. I looked back to Francine, a smile on her face. She held out a small purse, so I took it looking inside. Sure enough my keys and wallet were inside. I started to say something, but thought better of it. If I took the job this would be my future, so another deep breath and I headed to my car. Again the feeling of being not sure what to do returned, now having to go home dressed as a female suddenly a part of my life.

Everything was different. The cold upholstery on my naked thighs, the uniform riding up when I sat, the looks I received as I walked to the car, everything so very different. I made it home, now to face my Mom. As I entered, I mouthed my normal greeting. “Mom, I am home.” She came out of the kitchen looked me over, then approached me giving me a huge hug. I was dragged back to the kitchen, made to sit at the kitchen bar, then she handed me a glass of iced tea. She sat next to me, wanting to know all about my new job.

It eventually came out that Sally had called her, telling her that I would be home looking a little different, but now in possession of a new job. I need to thank Sally, it made my life a lot easier. Just how do you tell your Mother that her son got a job as a female in a beauty salon? Not the easiest subject to broach. We talked for quite a while, the conversation was not stilted as in the past, I even joked a little with her, a never before occurrence.

She giggled when I told her that my wages had not been decided yet. She reached over running her hand through my longish hair suggesting that I might look better as a blonde. I got the hint, but decided to play along with it. “How about a strawberry blonde, Mom, I am sure it would look good with my coloring?” Another look, this time her wide smile showed her acceptance of my gender female statement.

I helped with dinner that night, making salads and some homemade dressing from scratch. Never had done it before, but with Mom’s instructions, it was fairly simple. She had made a meatloaf and complimenting gravy, along with the salads, a pleasant meal indeed. I helped wash dishes, as she dried them, another first for me. Of course, I had to wear an apron to keep my uniform clean for tomorrow. I went to my room to slip out of the uniform, deciding on an over sized t-shirt for bed.

The events of the day had drained me, not physical, but mentally. I laid in bed staring at the ceiling thinking about what I had committed to today. A life as a female, hair, makeup and nails effectively ending my present male existence. I know this is only my first job, so other possibilities may materialize later, but for some reason, I doubted I would stray far from the job at the salon. I awoke early, anxious to get to the salon for my first day. A young male anxious to dress as a female, and work as one, definitely not something you find often these days. A quick shower, fresh underwear and the smock were donned, then I ran a brush through my hair and almost ran out the door.

When I arrived at the salon, Sally steered me to one of the treatment rooms. I was relieved of my body hair, a cream doing the job in less than an hour. I never had much to start with now I had none. Yesterday when I was wearing the uniform my legs were very female looking, only a light fuzz on my upper thighs, now smooth as silk.

Then breast forms were glued to my chest, appropriately sized for my age and small body. I was surprised by the weight of them, much heavier than I had imagined. A lacy bra came next, the feeling of the band around my chest not the most comfortable, but I appreciated the way it helped with the motion and the weight of my new appendages on my chest.

Next was my first pair of panties, a garter belt and then some sheer stockings. The stockings caused all kinds of sensations on my smooth legs, then, when attached to the garter belt, the pulling of the garters as I moved kept me constantly excited. The dress was next, today that is how it was referred to, instead of the uniform. I think the uniform name for yesterday was just to keep from freaking me out. The required high heels were next, causing me a little stability problems for awhile.

Sally touched up my hair, applied a little cosmetics to my face, then a necklace and a pair of earrings were handed to me. While I was looking at the earrings she pierced my ears, slid the new earrings into the virgin holes and helped me with the necklace. In less than an hour the male me was completely wiped out.

I was deemed a Mitzi, my new name for the new image. Since my old moniker was Malcolm, anything at all was acceptable. I checked myself in the mirror then headed to the salon proper to start work. I mingled with the customers, talked about their clothing choices, their hairstyles or helped them choose a new style from the many books of hairstyle ideas they kept in the salon. It seemed like only an hour or two and it was time for lunch. I had heard that the deli right down the street was good, so I made my way there. I was a little nervous, being out of the salon on my own. In the salon, I felt comfortable among the stylists and customers, but out here, there was no support group.

I decided to take my selections back to the salon and eat in the lounge they had there. As I made my way back, I was approached several times by a male, since the sporting goods shop was right next door to the salon. I smiled, the same pickup lines I had heard or used myself tried on me. I let then down easy and continued back to the salon. Suddenly faced with things from the other side of the gender front, I had a new perspective about being female. Night and day difference between the sexes in everything. Being dressed as one and talking with them making the facts sink in to my little mind in a special way.

As I entered, reception was swamped. I took my sandwich and drink to the back, and came back to help out. I steered several to their stylists, found some magazines for others and talked to a few until their stylist was free. When I had handled the last of the crowd, Francine was there smiling at me. She grabbed my hand and led me back to her office. There on her sofa table was my sandwich and drink. I was situated on the couch and told to eat my lunch.

She sat next to me asking how today was going. I tried to play it down, but she had been watching me all morning, unbeknownst to me. She told me that she wanted to train me to handle the receptionist duties as well, in case I needed to fill in sometime. After lunch I was to spend some time with Valerie, to learn her job. She also wanted me to spend some time with Sally, learning about hairstyles and facial shapes so that I could help customers pick an appropriate hair style for them.

I hope you are happy, and will continue to work for me in the future. You attitude is good and your work ethic is outstanding. You just need some time to adjust to the gender role. Try your best and I think you will be pleased with the results. Now go see Valerie and let her show you how to handle reception. I spent the afternoon there, by quitting time I was handling it with no problem, booking appointments and checking out customers after their beauty services. I was amazed at the number of females that were actually males, a further indication of the skill of her employees.

I dragged myself home, the low heels that I had been given rough on my feet. Several times I stopped to rub my sore feet, giggles and smirks from the other stylists as they watched me. Once home I got hugged at the door, Mom wanting to see the new enhanced Mitzi. She had dinner ready for us, I helped carry it to the table and we sat down and enjoyed her efforts. I again helped with the dishes, something I was expected to do now since I was now a member of the female gender. It was a pleasant evening after all. Mom showed me how to remove the makeup Sally had applied, it was expected that I would be doing my own in a few days. Tomorrow, a set of nails were to be applied, a requirement of the salon. Every day a little more added to the female presentation, I presume to keep me from panicking.

The thought of me panicking for a moment made it to my consciousness, but the smile and feeling of contentment passed over me eliminating any thought of me panicking about my changes. I was looking forward to getting a set of nails tomorrow, maybe a nice red or burgundy polish to go with my light brown hair.

When the salon opened at seven I was already there bringing up the appointments for the day, eager to get started. Sally was working today and took me back to their manicurist and introduced her to me. She had been on a vacation and I had not met her before. We instantly hit it off and were deep in conversation as she prepared my nails. An hour and a half later I had ten long talons painted in a burgundy polish with some nail art on my little pinkie finger. It was a cute little kitty, white and cream in color laying on its back with its feet in the air. I was amazed at the detail of the nail art, a painting in polish pulled off a transparent sheet and applied to my nail.

I gave Mindy a hug when she finished, so proud of my new nails. I was like a little kid with a new toy, showing anyone who would look my nails, my voice filled with bubbly excitement. On the days that followed I was taught how to do my makeup, them made to practice on my face until I could put my feminine face on convincingly.

Lots of jewelry was on the agenda for the next day, bracelets, necklaces, rings and more than a few earrings for my newly pierced ears. Since my holes were lasered in, I could change my earrings anytime I wanted, the other techs giggling as I changed my jewelry five times that first day. I was fascinated at the change in my appearance, by changing the earrings and necklaces. I guess you can safely classify me as a jewelry junkie now. Although jewelry enthusiast sounds better.

It was ten days after I first started at the salon that I was given a set schedule, reception now my responsibility three days a week. Valerie handled the other four days just as she had before I entered the picture. Of course, talking with the customers was still a high priority, something I relished anytime I had a few moments free from reception. On the days I was not scheduled up front, I made my rounds often, even doing a little stocking of beauty supplies when things were slow. I received several small raises and was encouraged to make additions to my wardrobe often, all compliments of Francine.

I got in the habit of greeting Francine with a huge hug when she was in town, giving her lots of kisses on her cheeks, while she giggled away. I guess she enjoyed it, since as soon as she saw me she held out her arms to welcome me. Sally and I became special friends, often going out to dinner during the week. Our favorite spot a cozy Mexican place that served the best snacks, and drinks all figure friendly, of course. We often spent the majority of the evening there, giggling, laughing and hugging as we parted. We talked about the salon, the customers and about our lives. All shared within the friendship that we shared between us. I always made sure to thank her for my introduction to the salon, a life changing event that I will treasure forever.

At last a job, a job I so adore and look forward to every day. A full time job for Mitzi, female now for the rest of my life, a fact there is now no doubt about now.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Nina: Wedding Jitters

 Nina: Wedding Jitters

Only three more days till Sis gets married. For the last year, that is all I heard around the house. Wedding this wedding that, now a few more days and all of that will be behind me. I love my sister dearly, but to suffer through a year of planning her wedding, arranging for everything and then rehearsals, dress fittings you name it and it has been done more than once.

My sister Heather came running into the house, tears streaking down her face. I happened to be closest and she latched on to me, sobbing and mumbling something. After a few minutes I found out that her Maid of Honor, Stacy was in a car accident, now in the hospital with a broken leg. Her next few words sent shiver through me.

“How can I get married without a Maid of Honor? I will have to postpone the wedding till she recovers.”

I remained calm, suggesting that she use one of her bridesmaids to fill in. Her fiance Marty will not want to postpone the wedding, he already has blue balls waiting patiently for the honeymoon. Nope that was not what she wanted to hear, Stacy and her have been friends for years, and shared in their dreams of getting married.

I let it drop, I am sure after she thinks about it for awhile she will see the necessity of keeping the present wedding date.

Mom took over the job of consoling her leaving me a chance to escape. The next morning Mom shanghaied me and Heather dragging us to the third floor den. No phones, away from prying ears and quiet. Heather sat on one of the couches and I remained standing, hoping that whatever this concerns will not cut into my day off. She addressed both of us, telling it like it is.

“The deposits on the place for the reception can’t be refunded, the tickets for the honeymoon are in the same category. I know you want to have Stacy as your Maid of Honor, but lets be practical. Your bridesmaids are matched to the males in the wedding party, a feat that took us months to arrange. So that leaves us only one choice for your stand-in Maid of Honor. I would like to introduce you to Nina, your new Maid of Honor.

I recognized the name sis and I used when we played together years ago, living out in the sticks we only had each other to play with, so often I was the fellow female in the many scenarios we conjured up. I was shocked at Mom’s proposal. I am not a female, having no desire to participate in the actual wedding itself.

“She is close to you, a relative and one that when dressed will look the part easily. She has put up with your changes, and consoled you when needed. Besides she is the same size dress wise as Stacy, a fact that will help immensely in the scope of things with so little time remaining.”

An eerily quiet settled over the room, while Mom and I stared at Heather. I was looked at carefully, apparently to see if what Mom had said might be true. I was not happy about Mom’s idea but if it would get this wedding behind us I might could live through the experience.

I must be going crazy, actually buying into the idea. Unfortunately, I was not aware of the changes necessary for my part in the wedding party. Heather did ask several more questions of Mom, but I tuned them out spending my time praying that she would not agree to my part in the wedding proposal. Oh, I wanted the wedding to go on as planned, months more of this insanity was not something to look forward to.

I did hear Mom thanking her for accepting her proposal, then the two of them left to make the necessary arrangements. I sat there stunned, this can’t be happening for real.

Later I found out that Heather did agree to keep my portrayal a secret. I would be Stacy’s sister in this scenario, my absence from the wedding due to a last minute scholarship offer from a prestigious university back east. Too good of an offer to miss out on. Mom’s excuse for my absence, although unusual it might work.

It wasn’t an hour later when Mom came to get me, proclaiming it was time to become Nina, the appointment for my makeover in less than two hours. I imagine my appointment had been arranged in advance, highly unlikely you could just call and get a makeover scheduled in less than an hour. With her hand on mine I was soon in her car and heading to the salon. I was told what they did, and how good they were at their profession. Mom wanted me to not object to anything they did, since everything is reversible later. I was still digesting that info when we pulled up in front of the salon. With my hand firmly gripped by Mom I was led into the salon, to face no telling what was to be done to me.

Back to a room near the back of the salon, and promptly undressed. With my clothes in her hands she left me, telling me she would be back at eight tonight to pick me up. Mouth wide open and my heart stopped, I just stood there as she left me. There were some tears shed, that is for sure. It wasn’t but an hour ago I was told of this crazy plan, and now the lady from the salon was getting started on me.

I guess there is a need to do everything quickly the wedding just two days off, but surely we could have waited an hour or two more. I was still trying to grasp the idea, it sounded reasonable when Mom stated it, but now my mind could see some gaps in the stated plan.

The lady wasted no time, within an hour I was hairless and my ears were pierced, earrings now residing in those holes. Lasered in so no time needed for the holes to heal.

Next was my body changes, breasts added to my chest and junior glued away between my thighs after my balls were slid up where they descended from years ago. The breasts were quite realistic looking, and more than a handful. From the moment they were laid on my chest they never quit moving, those movements more than occupying any limited brain activity.

They continued to work on me, hair and nails next. My growing my hair out in school, perfect for this situation, but maybe not in the long run. I apparently was going to have lots of curls in my hairstyle, since I soon found my head covered in curlers. While my hair was drying under one of their dryers, my face was worked on, facial hair removed and eyebrows arched. A cream applied and left on for an hour achieved those results.

Then came the makeup carefully applied since it is semi-permanent. I never did ask about the semi-permanent part, just glad I would not have to learn to apply makeup in the next couple of days. When she started removing the curlers I noticed the image in the mirror in front of me, not one sign left of my previous manhood. A sobering thought indeed.

When Mom brought up this idea, I wrongly guessed that I would just put on a dress, maybe a little makeup, a wig and fill in as sis’s Maid of Honor. Wedding going off as planned, return to my life as a male and everything will revert to normal around the house once again. Shows a little about my level of intelligence doesn’t it.

Once my hairstyle was brushed out I received clothes appropriate for this body. Bra, panties, and thigh high stockings were slipped on me, as I tried to deal with the feelings they caused on me. Before I could make a judgment about those pieces of clothing the dress was added, zipped up the back, then a pair of high heels slipped on to my feet. It did take me a few minutes to adjust to being in the heels, then half an hour before I could walk without stumbling.

As a last thought my throat was sprayed, my voice now several octaves higher, almost squeaky. Nina is now real, as real as modern science can produce. Mom walked right past me when she came into the salon, not even recognizing her new daughter.

When we returned home I was taken to the guest cottage at the back of the property, Mom wanting to be sure that no one made the connection between me and Stacy’s sister. I was fed some takeout she had picked up, helped into a nightie and tucked into bed, The first time she has done this to me in years. No complaints from me, today has been stressful, once away from the salon the days activities catching up with me quickly.

The next morning Sis got her first look at her Maid of Honor, previously known as her brother. The squeal she let loose sure to affect my hearing permanently. My breasts got groped, and she stuck her finger into my new piece of lower anatomy, with me having to remove it, since it was causing all kinds of new feelings and emotions.

I presume she now thinks that Mom’s idea is the cat’s meow, her squeals and enthusiasm bordering on hysteria. Of course, she had to help dress me, handling the new equipment more than necessary. A couple of times I caught her reminiscing about her and Stacy’s dreams about prospective boyfriends and husbands. My portrayal of a female undoubtedly believable to her, seeing me now as her BFF.

I did get to try on Stacy’s dress, it fit perfectly, not a wrinkle anywhere to be seen. The heels for the wedding party were taller than what I wore home from the salon, so I had to spend the better part of the day learning to maneuver in them.

A meeting later in the evening of all the wedding party participants where I was introduced to everyone. Marty’s best man was to be my escort during all of the wedding activities so we spent a little time talking about the big event. I did feel a little awkward around him, he seemed to be somewhat fond of me, way too touchy feely for my tastes. I liked him, but handling emotions usually reserved for a female made things difficult for me. Too much too soon.

Then a rogue thought flashed through my mind, what if he wants to kiss me later, what am I going to do. I shook my head trying to displace that thought. It worked somewhat, but the bra strap slipping off my shoulder did a better job of making me forget. I did get some interest from one of the groomsmen, striking up a conversation with me and getting me a drink when mine was empty. I was so worried at the attention I was receiving, not having any idea how to handle it. I kept my distance and spoke as little as possible, letting them do all the talking. Apparently that only made me more desirable. I got several hugs when the get together was officially over, several lasting longer than anticipated. Thankfully no kisses except from Heather, a kiss on the cheek and a thank you delivered with a few tears evident on her cheek.

She did walk me back to the cottage, helped me get undressed and made us some tea. She mentioned Chad, the groomsman that I had last talked too, suggesting that I reel him in, a quite desirable young male, who is handsome and well to do. I was bright red, what I had done trying to cope she saw as innocent flirting on my part.

I did get thanked profusely for my efforts on her behalf, with her promising to be my Maid of Honor when I married. That statement delivered among a fit of giggling, then she kissed me on the lips and left. I did have to braid my hair before I laid down, the stylist coming to do our hair in the morning would not like to detangle my hair before she could style it. I used the moisturizer they had given me at the salon, the one other time I used it last night I could already see a big difference in the softness of my skin.

Another day, more to put up with. I got up early, grabbed something to nibble on, the stylist from the salon would be here shortly. My hair was worked on for over an hour, the end result absolutely fabulous. Makeup checked then helped into my dress. I had to wait as the other females in the wedding party were prepared, the time seeming to crawl. Finally all were done and we made our way to the church in several limos. More waiting while everyone else showed up.

We made the walk down the aisle causing quite a bit of tittering from the assembled guests. Heather looked quite beautiful, as stated her vows. Then the couple almost ran back up the aisle, anxious to get to the honeymoon part.

The reception though had to come first, lots of dancing and good times had by all. I found myself dancing with quite a few of the males, even the groom took advantage of a dance with me. As we were completing the dance he whispered in my ear, thanking me for filling in for Stacy. Something far and beyond the duties of a brother. I of course blushed several shades of red, but did allow him to kiss me in thanks. Till the reception was over with I had to dance with quite a few males, all fo them more than eager to dance with me. Most of them kissed me after the dance, my face showing the effects their kisses had on me.

I did manage one trip to the ladies bathroom, nature having to be allowed for. When I returned to the dance floor I had a line waiting for a dance with me.

Finally the reception was over, the married couple on their way to their honeymoon and all of the females in the wedding party heading home. When we got back home, Mom and I made our way to our bedrooms and undressed, I was especially happy to shed the heels, I had manged to be able to walk in them, but it felt so good to shed them for a while. I slipped on a nightie to relax in, ny hair and makeup making a return to some form of masculine presence not possible tonight. Out to the kitchen and a diet soda to quench my thirst. Mom shared in the action wanting to talk with me before I slipped off to bed.

She was blunt, telling me that I needed to stay in the female role for awhile, then consider adopting the gender change permanently. Since several of the things done to me would be with me for several weeks, a more logical resolution of my future. It wasn’t until later when I returned to my bedroom that I found my closets empty, not a piece of male clothing to be found anywhere.

I kind of expected this, the talk and no male clothes, Mom too happy with another daughter to let me slip back into a male gender. I was tired though so I crawled into bed and soon was sound asleep. Not physically tired but mentally drained from the days activities.

I dreamed of brides, weddings and dresses all night, waking up to a bright cheery day filled with expectations and dreams. I found a cute dress in my closet, donned it and went to find Mom, She was nibbling on some fruit, wanting to know if I was willing to go shopping with her today. I paused for a second or two, then smiled and told her sure. We made a day of it, finding lots of female clothes that we just had to have.

I never did return to the male mind set, quite content to spend my time in the female gender. I even dated a few of the males from the wedding party, one in particular I was smitten with. I imagine there will be another wedding in my future, with Heather as my Maid Of Honor and me in a gorgeous wedding dress. Wedding jitters most likely, ending up in love, romance, and happiness.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Ellen; Given A New Direction In Life

Ellen; Given A New Direction In Life

I was back with Janey, my social worker and salvation in this screwed up life of mine. I found myself in foster care when I was only three, Mom deciding she wanted nothing to do with me and Dad deciding that a life with his sister was much preferred to him dealing with me. Jackie, his sister, tried her best to help raise me, but she was struggling to keep employed and keep a roof over her head. Somehow she managed to keep us above water, although when I got old enough to push a lawn mower around I did a few of the neighbor’s yards to add a few dollars to the pot each week.

His sister ended up in a car accident when I was thirteen and unable to take care of me anymore. A phone call notified me of the car accident and her hospitalization. I didn’t know what to do since I didn’t have any means to get out or to go see her in the hospital. So I did nothing, keeping myself holed up in her house. It was a scary few days with no one home before a next door neighbor discovered me alone and took me in. A few calls later and I was placed in state care until my aunt could take care of me again.

I found myself being picked up by Janey, a few days later, the only apparent option left for me. I stayed with her for a couple of weeks while she looked for a foster family that would take me. Lots of interviews with prospective parents but no takers. I was too muddy, too dirty, and too rowdy for any family to want me. The main reason I was ignored is my age.

Janey did her usual miracle and managed to find someone that would take me, but it didn’t last. So for the next eight years I got passed from one family to another, even doing a couple of stints with Janey again when there was no takers for a while. I was quiet, by today’s standards a loner. Once I got to the ripe old age of fifteen if there was other children in my foster home I tried to help the mother take care of them. It cost me many nice homes, the mother not knowing what to do when a young male started helping with the younger children. I changed diapers, fed the babies bottles and fed more than my share of toddlers their meals. I comforted them, played with them and tried to keep them quiet and livable with. At first the mother loved it, but then my success at taking care of the kids got to them, and Janey was asked to move me somewhere else.

I had no idea why taking care of the other kids appealed to me. It seemed the right thing to do, even though young males never did things like that. I enjoyed it, till I got sent away again, it was fun playing with the younger kids, something I really liked to do. Taking care of them filled some basic need in me, maybe my lack of anything like that as I grew up made it so desirable now.

I liked Janey, she understood me better than the others, but usually had a houseful of other children needing a family just as bad as I did. When I was with her I tried to help her as much as possible, hoping she would decide to keep me and not put me back out in the system. There was more than a few heart felt good byes, when I was hauled off to another family, the tears coming way too easily.

This time I was nearing the end of my time in foster care. On my next birthday I would officially be out of the system. Good in a way but with no skills and a very poor education I seemed doomed from the start. I attended school, but learning anything had a very low priority with me, I could read and do some simple math but that was about it. I did manage to stay out of trouble during high school, a miracle in itself. I knew in the back of my mind that if I got into trouble my only friend and supporter would probably abandon me. So I tried so hard to stay away from the trouble makers, although it was almost impossible. When I didn’t join in with them I became a target, a smaller than normal male who couldn’t fight them off and couldn’t avoid them. On several occasions I was beaten, at least it was confined to bruises and a broken rib or two. Believe me high school was not a pleasant time for me.

Janey had picked me up from my last foster family a few days ago, wanting me to stay with her until I was released from foster care. I got taken to dinner a few times, nothing fancy just a fast food place with something other than burgers and fries. She tried to question me on what I was planning to do, but I had no plans so I remained closed mouth and aloof. She took me with her when she was moving a child to a different family, or when someone new was being added to the system. I guess, in this case, I was her token representative member of the system, someone who had survived it and was getting out.

We had just picked up a girl almost my age, her clothes so tattered that they barely covered her body. Janey headed to the mall, a clothing shop there furnishing a lot of clothes for females in foster care. I had to go in with her, she always wanted me within her sight, I guess she was afraid I would run off if left alone. I doubted I would even consider it, since there was no place to run to for me.

The girl’s name was Crystal, even though she was almost clothes less she had a nice personality and very outgoing. When not dealing with Janey directly she hung around me, asking lots of questions and trying to draw me into conversation. I walked off a couple of times, ending up in their lingerie department, a bright red occupying my face as soon as I realized where I was at. Well, Crystal saw her chance and blocked my exit, holding up pairs of panties and a bra or two to get a rise out of me. I blushed even more, doubting I could stand much longer, with as much blood leaving my lower extremities. Of course, Janey picked that time to show up asking what we found that we just had to have. I had just taken a pantie and bra set from Crystal and was placing them back on the table when she showed up. Crystal raised my hand with the offending items clearly showing in my hand.

Janey smiled, well they will probably look good on you, but we need to find your right size. She grabbed an assistant and had both of us measured, Crystal giggling away and Janey with a huge grin on her face. I unfortunately lived through it, a quickie heart attack would probably be welcomed at that moment. Janey looked through the assortment on the table finding both of us the correct sizes, then hauled us off to a changing room. I had on my brakes the whole way, but with Janey pulling and Crystal pushing and tickling me when I didn’t move fast enough, I ended up in a changing room with Janey as she was slipping off my t-shirt and undoing my belt. A couple of times she gave me her patented hard look, one that meant she wanted me to behave and do as I was told.

I learned the meaning of that look many years ago, when I didn’t behave in school one day. As soon as she got me home she pulled me across her lap and I received a spanking I will never forget. It was on the patio, and she had pulled down my pants to make it a most memorable occasion. I am sure my wailing could be heard all through the neighborhood. She succeeded in making an impression on me, I will never forget that spanking.

She fastened the bra around me, and had me slide the panties up my legs and then to my waist. I was so red, and my mouth suddenly dry and unable to utter a sound. She appraised my look, then gathered my pants and shirt and told me to wait here for her. As if I was going anywhere dressed in only a bra and panties. Time seemed to crawl along, I was wandering if she had abandoned me and how I would get out of this mess if she did. I had no money, and the few items I was wearing were not paid for.

She poked her head back in, gave me a giggle and handed me a dress to put on. At first, it looked to be a long shirt but once I had my arms in the sleeves there was no doubt about it being a dress. Janey helped straighten the dress on me, then turned me around and zipped me up. Oh gawd, she expects me to wear this. I stuttered, started a sentence several times but nothing coherent came out of my mouth. Then Crystal poked her head in, dressed in the same dress as I was wearing. I got hugged by her, almost squeezed to death and kissed on the lips and cheeks several times. Now my mind was total goo, both mouth and mind out of operation for the foreseeable future.

Just like that we went up to the checkout, she paid for our items and we headed back to her car. A short ride home after a quick stop to get something to eat for dinner, then into her house. I started to head to the bedroom I had been using, but was told to wash my hands and set the table. Crystal had to get something for us to drink, then we sat to eat our dinner. I was quiet, feeling totally out of my element, although I had tried to watch Janey and Crystal and sit like they did. After dinner was over with, Janey had Crystal and I clean up and do the few dishes that we had used. Crystal was happy, smiling and trying to get me involved in her one sided conversation. Finally Janey called us into the front room, having us sit on the sofa facing her. My heart skipped a beat, not again was my only thought. On more than one occasion I had set like that, usually getting told of me being sent away again.

Janey stared at me wanting to know what I had decided to do with my life. I just stared back, no idea what so ever of what to do or how to achieve that. Then Janey dropped her bombshell, since I didn’t have any plans I was being drafted to be her daughter, full time until I decide to get married and have children. Crystal will be my sister, and you both will have to help me with the children, as they come and go. Now there is no discussion on this, since you have no plans and Crystal needs a sister this is how it is going to be. You will share a room, so head down there and clean it up and decide which bed is yours, I will allow a few things to make it more personable, but we have to keep the expenses in line. There are quite a few dresses at the agency, we will check what fits and expand your wardrobe some tomorrow.

Get going we have several appointments in the morning you need to be rested and alert when we head out. For tonight, sleep in your panties and bra, until I can rectify that situation and no hanky panky or you will both be standing instead of sitting for quite some time. I am sure Ellen can advise you of a previous spanking she has endured, I suggest that both of you consider your actions carefully tonight before you cause me to discipline you both.

I didn’t know what to think about her calling me Ellen, the first time she has used that name with me. Most of the time she just called me child, she never liked my name Lane, refusing to use it most of the time.

Crystal took off running for the bedroom, anxious to claim her bed for the near future. Last night she had slept in Janey’s room, so there was no conflict. When I finally made it to the door, she was already down to her underwear sprawled out on the bed by the window. I got a huge smile from her, then she attacked me, quickly divesting me of my dress and shoes. I was quickly pulled into this huge hug, my ribs would not stand many of these. I hugged her back, her enthusiasm very contagious, even for a loner like me. I told her we better get things straightened up, I was sure Janey would be down here soon to check on our progress. We spent the next thirty minutes putting things away, something I should have done when I was given the room in the first place, but my laziness had convinced me to put it off. Of course, it was done with us only in our underwear, neither of us thinking anything of it.

We each were laying on a bed when the warden came to inspect, we did receive a smile and a job well done. I was curious as to why I was dressed as a female, but not sure how to bring it up in conversation. Crystal to the rescue, stating it clearly and right to the point. “Ellen wants to know why she is going to be dressed as a female, I am curious, although I think she makes a better female than she does a yucky male.”

“Well, since Ellen has always evaded anything dealing with her future, I decided for her. To change to something else she has to first think of what she wants to do, and then plan how to get there. Since she will be dressed as a female now, each week a little more feminine looking, a proper incentive to get her juices flowing. If she does nothing than a life as a wife and Mother are in her future, something she knows quite a bit about, since she has experienced so many different styles and takes on the subject as she grew up in the system. Besides I always wanted a daughter, Ellen is available and has nowhere else to go thanks to her lack of planning, so a logical solution to my problem. I know she needs a sister like you, so we have a match made in heaven. Now give me a kiss and get to sleep, tomorrow a whole new day of delights and discoveries.”

We both received our kisses and soon we both drifted off, Crystal very pleased to be my sister, eagerly looking forward to our adventures together. I am sure with her they will indeed be adventures, her eagerness and pushiness surely to cause me some grief, maybe that is what I have been missing in life someone to push and shove me to do something instead of just sitting on my ass. As all of this was running through my overworked mind I caught myself rubbing my hand over my bra, a pleasant feeling causing some tingles to spread all over my body as my eyes slowly closed.

I was up early, lying in bed going over what happened yesterday, trying to figure out how I was roped into participating in this, something I never had any inkling to do before in my life. Just the fact that I was wearing a bra and panties a million to one possibility that had come to pass. I made my way to the bathroom, did my business and then took a quickie shower. I found a new set of lingerie to wear when I emerged, and a dashing nude Crystal as she pushed past me to get her shower. I twisted and turned a couple of times to get a better look at my image in the mirror, Crystal giggling about how vain I had become in the short time I have been dressing as her sister. I was out in the bedroom, dressed in bra and panties, before I realized I could have dug out some male clothes to wear today, that thought never even crossed my mind. We were soon both dressed in the dresses from yesterday, and making our way to the kitchen. Janey was ready for us, handing us each a purse and then herded us out to her car.

She drove us to her office, after stopping and finding some nourishment for us. At the office she showed us the rooms with all the clothes from past children that have went through the system and somehow not needed the clothes. She told us to try stuff on and pick out at least four outfits for each of us. I made my way through the pile, but Crystal was like a female possessed tearing through each pile of clothes, items being flung every which way. Considering the clothes she showed up in yesterday I could see her excitement at being able to pick from all of these clothes. Janey went off to do some paperwork, telling us our next appointment was in two hours.

The time seemed to fly by, even I got enthused at some of the selections that were there to choose from. With our selections in hand, that Janey insisted we try on first, we headed to her car again, destination unknown. Yes, I ended up with five more dresses, all of them quite feminine and lacy. Next stop was one of the major department stores where more underwear was purchased for us. I was red in the face again, the panties and bras were so feminine, not anything a normal young male would be caught in at any time in his life.

Then on to our next destination, a beauty salon that was so huge, my mouth wide open as my eyes tried to take in all of this. I looked at Crystal, swallowed hard and then tried to get Janey to not make me go in there. Bits and pieces of words stumbled out of my mouth, I doubt she could make any sense out of them, her smile telling me that I would indeed be going in there, I could sense Lane vanishing totally very soon, Ellen will be the one to take his place. Of course, Crystal was at the door, eager to get inside, her new sister in tow right behind her. I tried my best to grab hold of the door to prevent my body from entering the salon, nothing good can happen for me in a place that is so feminine. I was holding my own till Janey came up from behind me lifting me up and carrying me the rest of the way into the salon.

Not difficult for her since she is nearly six foot tall, while I am barely five foot six and a skinny waif to boot. I was taken right back to a separate room and helped out of my dress, then my bra and panties. I was expecting something to happen to my hair, maybe some makeup, not them to be working on my poor excuse for a body. Janey leaned over, giving me a hug and kiss telling me to be good, then taking my clothes and disappearing out into the salon. I hung on to her as Janey started to leave, the lady coming in to work on me disrupting my attempts to keep from being alone. So now I found myself alone, naked and scared to death of what was coming next.

I was helped up onto a table and soon what little masculine hair I had managed to accumulate on my body was whisked away. Goose pimples sprouted everywhere, a certainly different feeling than I had ever experienced before. She moved between my legs and soon junior was hidden away from view, a most feminine slit now the only item occupying that space. As soon as my feet were released I quickly closed my legs, trying to prevent anything from entering that slit, or even getting close to it. Suddenly I was feeling very confused, at a loss for what to do.

I felt very vulnerable, an emotion I had no experience with in my life so far. It was like I now was destined to be sought after, not the other way around. I had never had enough confidence to talk with girls my own age, never been on a date and maybe knew two or three females by name at my old school. My theory was to avoid contact, hence avoiding any problems that might come along with the familiarity. I was quickly classified and labeled and soon had even less people to talk to, I then become someone to be avoided at all cost. Names soon followed and even an attempt to bully me from the resident gang in place. I was a faster runner able to slip in among the crowd, managing to avoid being caught, even then there was way too many close calls.

Next the lady, who introduced herself as Kayla, moved to my chest, laying two sizable blobs on my chest, my breathing became ragged, as I struggled to get enough air into my lungs to keep from passing out. She held my hand getting me to calm down, laying my hand on one of the blobs and telling me to just hold it, it will not harm you, but to be Janey’s daughter it is a must for your appearance. I did finally get control of my emotions as she glued the breast form to my chest. The seams were covered up, now they looked like they had been there from the start. She left to get some more supplies, as I stood up and walked to the full length mirror in the room. I stared at my image, not what I was used to seeing when I looked in the mirror, but also not something to be ashamed of. Crystal and Janey had come to the door of the room and were watching me survey my new image.

When they saw that little smile that I quickly tried to hide, they knew Lane was history. I got hugged, our breasts being squashed in the hug. A wonderful feeling, a feeling of belonging that I have never experienced before. I know that is silly, just because I now had boobs doesn’t make me a female, but for once in my life I felt like one. I wouldn’t let go of the hug, it felt so good, then when Crystal pried her way in between Janey and I, it felt even better.

Kayla returned to the room her hands full, telling the other two to leave. “Now I need to make her beautiful so please step out so that I can see to the rest of the transformation.” The two girls left, while Kayla went right to work. She aimed a gun like thing at my ears then several warm spots later the laser had made holes for my earrings, A stud and a long dangle earring in each ear, was the end result. I must admit the image of the earrings in my ear made me smile even more. The one dangling on my neck, especially noteworthy as little shivers spread through my body as I moved my head.

Next my eyebrows became the target as she removed most of them. It hurt at first, then it dulled some as she shaped them into high arches. Believe me there was not much left of my original eyebrow, the high arches making my face look quite feminine. I was still scared, but also fascinated at the change in my appearance. Just a few things and now Ellen was real, she had boobs, a cute slit and now a feminine face. I closed my eyes, allowing the new image to infiltrate my mind, it was surreal, once a male now a cute female. Did I just refer to myself as cute, I guess the mind has joined the meltdown, rational thought has apparently ceased, hopefully not forever.

Kayla washed my hair, conditioned it then cut it into a feminine style. I had let it grow in length to my shoulders, according to Kayla plenty long enough to give me a cute feminine style. Then came the curlers, it seemed to be hundreds as she wound my hair onto them. A stint under the dryer to set the curls while she worked on my nails. My nails were filed, cleaned and polished a bright red. She told me on my next appointment I would receive extensions, making my hands look smaller and daintier. As my hair dried I raised my hand often to look at my nails, the small smile getting bigger with every glance at my changes.

Once I was set under the hair dryer Crystal joined me her hair in curlers too. When she first saw me she squealed, delighted in my new appearance. I took in her changes, she seemed to be getting the same thing as me, her eyebrows now very fine arches high above her eye. Same earrings as me, but her nail polish was a bright pink instead of my dark red. Because of the noise of the hair dryers it was hard to have a conversation, although she never stopped talking at me, I will need to remember to ask what she was saying once we get out from under the dryers. My new sister sure loves to talk, I reached out and squeezed her hand, to let her know I appreciated her being with me and so supportive.

My hair got dried first, so I was the first one ready for makeup. Kayla made it look so simple going through each step as she applied my makeup. I got foundation, eyeliner and several coats of mascara. According to Kayla my lashes are my best feature, followed by my lips. I watched mesmerized as the last vestiges of my former male face disappeared. My hair was taken out of the curlers, now I had bangs, curly tendrils everywhere and a most feminine hairstyle. When Kayla said she was done I was up and had her in a hug thanking her for making me so pretty. Janey watched as I showed my appreciation then gave me some money to tip her for her extraordinary efforts.

I quickly attacked Janey, hugging her as hard as I could. She was giggling, and trying to keep from getting squeezed to death. I leaned in closer thanking her for making me her daughter, I will do everything in my power to make it up to you for as long as I live. As those words left my mouth I could feel tears seeping into my eyes. Janey checked with Kayla making sure she had used waterproof mascara, as my emotions caught up with me and I started bawling. Everything is so wonderful, Janey has chosen me to be her daughter, I now have a sister, and I love my new image. The best thing is I now have a true home, something that evaded me for years. Things can’t get any better or can they.

The three of us returned home, made some lunch and then Janey announced she had to go and pick up some children that were going to be out guests till Monday morning. I was at the door first, purse in hand and eager to help out. I owed Janey so much, maybe I can repay some of it this way. Of course, Crystal was right behind me, as we made the trip to a house on the other side of town. The father was being transferred to a job out of state and they could no longer act as foster parents.

The kids were bawling, apparently they had been treated as family, something they had never experienced in life before. I took the little girl and Crystal grabbed hold of the boy and we led them out to the car. We helped them in, holding them close to us, their head on our shoulders. We let then cry it out, but whispered to them and made them feel wanted. By the time we got back home the bawling had stopped, now just a few tears leaking out every once in a while. We played a few games with them, mainly to keep their minds off being separated from a loving couple. We all helped make dinner, way too many hands but at least they were included in the preparation.

After washing up and putting all the dishes away, it was time for bed, as we led them to the guest bedroom. We helped them get dressed for bed, after a bath, then read them a couple of stories to help them get to sleep. They drifted off as we turned off the lights and headed to our own beds. It wasn’t an hour later when our door creaked open and two little munchkins scooted into the room. They sneaked into bed with us cuddling as close to us as they could. I mouthed to Crystal is was alright, we had both been lonely in the past, just wanting to be near someone would made such a difference. One little munchkin for each of us.

They stayed with us for a week before Janey found another family to take them in. Another trip, this time to introduce them to their new foster parents. I think it went well, time will tell, I know the family having some pets hit the spot, the little girl having a ball with a kitten and the little boy dragging a puppy everywhere he went. The boy in particular got lots of licks from the puppy, someone now to play with. When we left the kids were laying on the front room floor sound asleep, their new pets stretched out on their laps, tails a wagging.

That week’s happenings were repeated many times over the next couple of months, Janey making sure that Crystal and I were involved in every instance. Sometimes it was so sad, kids that were brought into this world, but were never treated as family. In some cases the kids were half starved, not knowing when their next meal was coming from. In others, the kids were subject to the frustrations of their parents, if things did not go as planned the kids were the ones at fault. We picked up one girl, with a sheriff’s deputy at our side from a single father. The marks on her body were many, the girl came with us as the father was arrested and taken to jail. A neighbor had went to check on the girl, seen the recent marks of a beating and called 911. The father had cussed at the lady, for intruding on his privacy as she retreated to her home.

We took the girl to a hospital where she was checked out and photos of all her injuries, both past and present were taken to use as evidence against the father. We stayed the night with her, then the next morning she went home with us. These cases bothered Janey the most, one saved but no telling how many more were out there needing some help.

When we weren’t moving kids around Janey was secure in her office working on something. I tried to do all the cooking and cleaning, that way at least she will have some more time to gather her thoughts. It was about two weeks later when she got a phone call early on a Saturday morning. I knew it wasn’t work, seldom do they call on the weekends. She talked to the caller for over an hour, then hung up and yelled for us to put on some jeans and be ready in ten minutes. Crystal and I made it downstairs quickly, wondering what we were going to do.

In the car we headed out of town, down some back roads and then up a drive to an old farm. There was another car there waiting for us, an older lady getting out and greeting Janey. It turns out she is a realtor and this farm is up for sale. I smiled, Janey is going to set up a place for kids that need help. I had mentioned something like this to her when we first met, but life and work got in the way, so it wasn’t discussed further. My comment was it would sure be nice if she had a farm, where the kids could come and stay, do something for their upkeep and learn something at the same time.

Janey went off with the lady, while Crystal and I explored the barn and out buildings. It needed work, but things looked solid enough, just dirty and littered with trash. There were a couple of fenced fields, a chicken coop on the back side of the barn and numerous small fenced areas right next to the barn. I went into one area and pulled a carrot from the site of a previous garden, then noticed the bushes lining one of the fences were berry bushes. Crystal found a blackberry, and before long her fingers showed signs of the many tasty treats she had eaten.

We met back up with Janey and the real estate lady in the house, they were sitting in the kitchen discussing the piece of property. Sis and I went to explore the house, although dirty it would be perfect for us, lots of bedrooms for lots of needy children. The kitchen needed some work, a lot of the appliances were old and would need to be replaced. The myriad of windows throughout the house made it look so inviting, cheery and comfy. I was already convinced, I just hope Janey was like minded.

The real estate lady went back to her office to confer with the owners of the property, while the three of us continued to look around. Janey wanted us to take a pad and pencil listing all the things that would need fixing, with a star next to it if it was an immediate concern. Two hours later the lady returned, telling Janey the owners had accepted her bid on the property. She had brought a sales contract back with her, they went over it and Janey signed it. It turns out that Janey had offered quite a bit less than what they were asking, since the place had been vacant for so long and needed quite a few repairs. The sales lady had convinced the owners that their might not be other bids, better to accept this one than not be able to sell it later.

We sat on some benches under a large oak tree and Janey told us what she had planned. The state had come to the conclusion that some kids just did not fit into the foster family system. So they got moved a lot, some ran off and others turned to crime and were sent to juvie. A farm where the kids could live and work some to help sustain their existence would be perfect. If they learned a trade, or just some experience that would later help sustain their life it would be much better than the system as it is now. Janey got approval, if she set it up and had a place the state would partially compensate her for each kid, the rest of their expenses would have to be earned from the kids or made up by Janey.

The kids assigned would be the problem kids, ones that had been to many foster families already and just didn’t fit in anywhere or the ones that had been abused and needed some time to heal. “I have had this in mind for quite some time, a daughter of mine having originally thought up the idea.” That said as she eyed me up and smiled. “There will be a lot of work, a lot of sweat involved, so do I have some help on this or am I am my own.”

We both attacked Janey our exuberance ended up landing all three of us on the ground behind the bench. Then followed lots of giggling as we walked around the property again, all three of us seeing what all had to be done and what we had missed seeing before.

It was almost sundown when we left for home, all of us excited at the future and what lay ahead. I was already thinking of what I needed to research on the internet, raising chickens, having a cow, tending a garden, maybe some goats. Then I needed to make a list of things we would need for cleaning the farm house. So much to do, but so exciting too.

Janey told us it would take ten days for the sale to go through, since she was paying cash for the property before we could start working there. She also had her regular job to do too, so evening and weekends would be spent getting the place ready. I was ready now, but knew I would have to wait.

The sale did go through as planned, and we got the keys to the place a few days later. The three of us worked at the farm two nights a week, taking some sleeping bags and staying the night to keep from having to drive back to town late at night. The weekends we spent both days cleaning and making repairs to the house. It was hard work but also fun, Crystal’s enthusiasm making the time pass quickly. Five weeks later we hired a moving van to move our possessions to the farm. While things were being put up I made some dinner, as we gathered around the fireplace to nibble on what I made. It was decided that Crystal and Janey would finish up in the house while I started on the outside.

Four weeks later we went to pick up our first child, a four year old that suffered from bouts of depression, becoming violent at times. I saw the young boy and quickly held him in my arms hugging him to death. He responded to me, laying his head on my shoulder and letting out such a huge sigh. For the next few weeks he was my constant companion, going everywhere with me. If Janey did not catch him he usually sneaked into bed with me, laying as close to me as he could get. Over time I gave him small jobs to help me, as he gained some confidence in himself. In the five weeks he had been with us he never had another episode of depression, he just needing someone to love him and be with.

When I had the pens ready for the goats we planned to get, he went with us to pick them out, the smile on his face priceless. I gave him the responsibility of taking care of them, even though he was young he acted quite responsible for his age. The family that had sold us the goats came by often to make sure we were doing alright with them. After a few visits they asked if he would like to live with them. He immediately looked at me, and I nodded, then ran to the Mother and jumped into her arms. They visit often, the child so happy and content.

Of course, he was not the only child we had taken in, just one of many. Some eventually finding homes. Others still with us. They all learned something while with us. A skill and experience that might help them later in life. They were a few that would not allow us to help them eventually running away or being sent back to juvie. I know those that Janey could not reach bothered her the most.

I did get to mother quite a few, when too many babies came into the system, we received the overflow. The babies were usually of a mixed race or had some form of deformity that could not be repaired until later in life. I got to change diapers, feed them and dress them, followed by some time spent playing with them. I was so happy, all of my deepest wishes had come true, I had a chance to become a Mother to some kids, yet was able to dress as a female and have a loving Mother myself. A new direction in life, one that I am so lucky to be able to experience.

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