Felicia; Sharing Her Clothes

Felicia; Sharing Her Clothes

My girlfriend and I were headed to Florida for Spring Break. The college we were enrolled at was not one of the show up and we will let you graduate ones. The teachers were top notch and homework was too be expected at every class. So a chance to get away for a while and relax was something we were definitely looking forward to.

At college we shared an apartment, one way to keep expenses from getting out of hand. We have had sex once or twice, but sex bunnies we are not. Now with regards to kissing and fondling I doubt any couple could hold a candle to us. We each had a little money that we managed to squirrel away from the money our parents furnished for our education. Instead of flying down to Florida we took the bus, it ate up almost a day of our vacation but saved us almost three hundred dollars. The best thing was it came as a round trip package. So getting back to school was assured. We traveled light, Suzy with two medium suitcases and me with one small suitcase.

I often kidded here about why she needed so many clothes, assuring her that I loved her naked as much as fully clothed. I usually received a sore arm in the exchange, but it did not keep me from saying it again every chance I got an opportunity. She just will not take a hint, even though I voiced it often.

The bus ride was uneventful. Leaving early on a Friday evening and getting into Ft. Lauderdale the following morning about ten A.M. A Uber ride to our motel and we would be set. While Suzi used the restroom I stood by the side of the bus to retrieve our luggage. Suzi’s suitcases were right inside the storage compartment but mine was not visible. I stood there as the rest of the passengers got their luggage, the compartment now empty and no sign of my suitcase. The driver suggested I file a claim at the agent for the bus line, that way I could get my suitcase sooner. I took Suzi’s suitcases with me and walked over to the station office. I told him my luggage was missing and he filed out a form for me. He did call the station where we had switched buses to see if it was sitting there. It wasn’t so somebody from the bus company would call me if and when they found the suitcase.

Suzi tracked me down, I explained what happened and we called for a Uber to get us to our motel. The ride to our motel was short, we paid the driver and then registered at the motel. It wasn’t bad, nice and clean and only three blocks from the beach. We found a nearby restaurant after settling into our room, had something for lunch and then back to the motel. No call on the luggage, Suzi doubted it would show back up. She flew quite often to see her parents and has missed a piece of baggage on more than one trip. We discussed the best way to handle the problem, even the bare essentials on clothing for me would eat up a lot of our cash that we had set aside for the two week vacation.

Then I saw a smile come over her face, I immediately scooted back on the bed and ended up on my butt on the floor. Suzi giggling away at my reaction to her wicked smile. She took my hand, to keep me from running away, telling me that we would share her wardrobe on the trip, saving our cash for what we had intended, mainly eating. I immediately told her no, but like most females she used logic, whittling down my protests and stating the obvious. Buying even the basic male clothes and we would end up not being able to stay as long or eat as good.

As my pants slid down my legs I swallowed hard, knowing that she will probably get her way, I have in the past seldom been able to refuse her requests of me. Naked she handed me a pair of panties, telling me to do the opposite of undressing her, then the bra followed as she wanted to know if I need help with the clasp at the back. She was giggling away as that last line was spoken. When I looked at my chest, there was now small breasts there, the bra pulling what little flab I had on my chest together. Nothing compared to the size of Suzi’s but still more than a male should have

A crop top and a way too brief pair of shorts completed the outfit, then she took a brush to my hair placing it in a higher then normal ponytail then securing it with one of her ribbons. The fact that I shaved my body for the swim team now playing against me. Some lipstick to my lips and she dragged me to the motel door. I wedged my feet trying to keep from being pushed out into the cruel world, but she handed me a pair of flip flops, kissed me again and before I knew it we were outside the room, the door now closed and locked, the keys now in her purse. She took my hand and led me down the sidewalk to the beach. My head was swiveling right and left to see if anyone was staring at me.

As we passed a shop window I stared at the image I saw in it. Next to Suzi was another female, not a raving beauty, but a female none the less. She saw what I was looking at, smiled and told me to talk a little quieter, almost a breathy type of talk and smile a lot.

About ten minutes later we were at the beach, Suzi laying two towels down for us to lay on. From her bag she removed some sun tan lotion and had me coat her body with it. That temporarily took my mind off the obvious, me dressed as a female and on the beach. She did the same to me, then laid right next to me, our bodies touching from the chest to our knees. I was once again fixated on everybody around us, fearing some male coming to hit on Suzi and discover my disguise in the process.

Sure enough a male approached, but instead of focusing on Suzi he was asking questions of me. Gawd, now what am I going to do. Suzi to the rescue telling him I was extremely bashful, maybe try again in a few days, once I get used to the attention. As he walked off I was staring at Suzi trying to burn holes in her body. “Why did you tell him that, gawd I don’t need him coming back to see if I am over my bashfulness.”

“Well you could have told him, you do have a voice and I am not going to bale you out all the time. Before you get any ideas you are not going to hold up in the motel room. On the beach with me or next to me in bed, that is the only two positions I will allow. Now give me a kiss, we need to cure that bashfulness so we can have some fun. It was such a kiss, I am sure half of the beach’s occupants were focused on the steam coming from our passionate kiss. When she broke the kiss I quickly looked around at the people near us, all staring at us and huge smiles plastered on their faces. Suzi giggled then leaned in and kissed me again. I pushed her away, my face now a bright shade of red, probably the deepest red known to mankind.

Luckily for me no more male admirers came around. Although I kept a keen eye for anybody getting near us. After our beach tanning session Suzi wanted to snack a little. We found a beach bistro, carefully arranged tables around a small building where they cranked out their goodies. Some onion rings with a ranch sauce were just right. I actually dropped by guard down some, kind of getting used to the clothes and so much of my skin on display. We walked back to the motel and took showers to get all the sand off, then slipped on some of her nighties. I wanted to watch some TV to try and forget the situation I found myself in, but Suzi had other ideas. I was tackled by her as I tried to make my way to the TV set, ending up falling on the bed. Suzi quickly got on top of me, using her mouth to probe mine while her one hand was manipulating my nipple. In the past I had very little feeling in my nipples, even sucking on them did not do much for me.

Today however was different. I know not the reason but the nipple she ended playing with was rock hard and extremely sensitive. Within a matter of minutes I was moaning and wiggling trying to evade her actions. Well that only made Suzi more determined as she slipped the nipple in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the nipple then nipping the end of it with her teeth. That was the key to the fountain, my back arched and I had one of the biggest orgasms I ever had shooting sperm into my panties. So what does Suzi do, she reaches down and slips her hand inside of my panties getting a handful of my cum in it then proceeds to feed it back to me. I refused at first, but when she held my nose closed until I opened my mouth, I got everything she had scooped up. She then kissed me hard, while still holding my nose closed forcing me to swallow.

Well girlfriend we are now ready to head to the beach and find us some studs, a blowjob or two and we will never have to pay for a meal again on our break. I shook my head back and forth to make my distaste known, but Suzi caught me licking my lips and swallowing so that excuse went out the window.

She held on to me all night long, wouldn’t even allow me to change my panties. The next morning she dragged me into the shower and washed me thoroughly, shaving any hair that might have been able to emerge from my body. Then doused me in her perfume, and eased me into fresh underwear and a dress. I looked at her wondering about the dress, her only remark is I needed a more feminine hair style and my ears pierced.

So off to a beauty salon, a branch of the same one I have seen at home. I was deposited therein and she left me after telling the receptionist what needed to be done to me. Well so much for not spending any money on me. My hair was washed and conditioned and then cut into a feminine style. Since way too many curlers were used, the presumption that I will now have a curly hair do is correct.

While my hair was drying my ears were pierced, three new holes in each ear. The gal that did it wanted to know if I wanted my nipples pierced, my hands going up quickly to protect them. The holes were lasered in, so there would be no healing period required and I could add what ever earrings I desired at any time. The curlers were removed once the hair dried, a most feminine hair style now visible on my head. Time for Suzi to reappear as she saw me and attacked. Then she saw the new holes in my ears and took some earrings she had in her purse out and slipped them into my recently added holes. She did ask me why I had decided on three holes, she just wanted me to have one piercing, but is thrilled I decided on two more. I got a stud, a hoop and a dangly earring in each ear. That along with my hair style left little doubt about my gender.

With my look now feminine she paid the bill and dragged me off to do some shopping. I was hoping she might have been talking about some more male looking clothes, but no she was looking for bikinis. As we walked along looking in the shop windows she explained she had brought only two bikinis with her, one to wear and one being washed. Her cup size was more generous then mine, so wearing hers would look out of place. I tried to convince her that a brief pair of shorts and a crop top would be enough for me, but she vetoed that right sway. Since that statement didn’t get me anywhere I mentioned about the money, telling her that buying me a bikini would cut into our stay, she just giggled. While you were being made beautiful I called your Mom and explained your misfortune. She wired me some money to use for you, with the condition that on the way back to our college we stop so she can see her new daughter. I have already sent her a picture from yesterday, so she is anxiously waiting for a face to face meeting with Felicia. I hope you like that name, Felix just doesn’t work dressed as you are.

Well that revelation took out any resistance I might have had, so after three hours of shopping I had three bikinis, each one scandalous. I tried to pick out ones that covered a little more, but Suzi nixed then right away. The briefest one was just two little patches of material over the nipple and a little larger one over my groin. The problem with the bottom half of the bikini was not the coverage but the narrow piece that ran up my butt crack. When trying on the bottom she had pushed junior back between my legs while popping my balls back where they originally came from. Surprisingly I looked good in the bikini, Suzi getting me a lacy cover up to wear to handle my bashfulness. The cover up color coordinated to go with all three bikinis.

I brought up about spending the money Mom had sent her for male clothes instead of my new hairstyle and bikinis. She smirked, but then Mom would not get to see her daughter and I would not have a girlfriend to share our spring break with. I groaned but let it drop, too late anyway to do much about it. A curly do and pierced earrings already pushing the envelope towards the female gender. Of course, once we finished our shopping it was time to head back to the motel and change to try out the new swimwear. Once devoid of my dress and panties she laid me back on the bed, playing with my little thingy. The ice she held against it shrunk it to nothing in a flash, she popped my balls back up into my body and then proceeded to glue junior to the underside of my groin. I tried to get her to stop, but she was on a mission and my masculine bulge was the target. She held it there till the glue was dry, then held a mirror down there so I could see. One look and I lost consciousness.

Coming around she was holding me in her arms, running her fingers through my hair and kissing my face. I looked up at her wondering why she was doing all of this to me. She gave me another little smirk then explained. I love the new Felicia, holding you like this and kissing you is heaven on earth. Dressed in you bikinis I am soaking wet down there, more so than when it was Felix and me. Felix is okay, but Felicia really rocks my boat. So you need to accept your female side so we can move on, lots of things to do and so little time to do them in.

“Let’s get your bikini on and head to the beach, We have lots of guys to tease, then back here so that I pop that virginity of yours, then cuddle and kiss all the rest of the night.”

I wondered about her popping my virginity then looked over to her open suitcase seeing her dildo right on top. Oh gawd.

She did mange to get my bikini on me, having way too much fun doing so. Then before I could figure out an excuse to keep from going out I was standing outside our motel room in just a bikini and a way too brief cover up. The motel room key safely nestled in her cleavage. I reached over to snag it but she caught my hand and wagged her finger no, before breaking out in a giggling fit. I had to hurry to catch up with her, not wanting to be left alone dressed as I was.

Once at the beach, it was time to apply sun tan lotion again, this time her rubbing the lotion on me was so erotic, my little nipples so hard and pointy. So Suzi kept it up determined to get them bigger and harder. When we first got to the beach it was quiet, the hordes of spring breakers not out yet. By the time we had covered our selves in lotion the beach was full. So started the parade of guys looking at all of the girly sights to be seen. I hoped the sights either side of us would be adequate for them, but no they seemed to zero in on us. The first group came up and tried to engage us in conversation, both of them mainly looking at me. I looked to Suzi for some help in sending them on their way, but she just smiled and pointed at me. The one guy was persistent, even after I told him we were not interested. I imagine the stress of the situation was what kept my voice high and breathy, but I sounded like a female. So go to plan B. I lifted up some and leaned over Suzi, meeting her lips in a most passionate kiss. I got wrapped up in the kiss, not seeing the two guys walk away shaking their head. I looked around the area once lip lock was broken seeing the adjoining females smiling and giving me a thumbs up gesture.

Unfortunately it wasn’t but fifteen minutes later that we were accosted again as two more Lotharios asked if we needed anything. This time I was a little more sure of myself, telling them to buzz off. Suzi meanwhile choking and trying to giggle at the same time. I did lean in for another kiss, any excuse to sneak one greatly appreciated.

So for the rest of spring break I was in a bikini during the day and dresses in the evening. Suzi cut our number of meals down to two, supposedly for the sake of our figures. A snack around lunch time near the beach and salads in the evening at a nicer restaurant. I did lose some weight, now my bikinis looking even better on me.

My breasts seemed to be getting bigger, so I made a point to ask Suzi about that, she just responded that it was the bikini top that was performing that miracle. As the strings were tightened around my chest the cups of the top pulled what little loose flesh that was on my chest into the cup. Since it was there every day, the flesh remained in the shape of a breast. Yeah sure, I suspected it was the little pink pill that she had me take every day, a vitamin pill she touted. I think the little pill was a birth control pill having a mild hormone effect on me. I didn’t argue or protest, the female lifestyle was already ingrained in me, so having breasts was not a big deal to me.

How many males that you know check their lipstick hourly, and have deep tan lines showing the distinct outline of a too brief bikini? I would doubt if the number was significant.

The two weeks of spring break eventually ended and we had to head back to college. I did forget the little side trip to my Mothers, until the bus pulled into her small town. There standing in the waiting area was Mom, with a huge smile on her face. She was on my side of the bus, with me clearly visible in the window. When I stepped down off the bus I was engulfed in a tender hug that seemed to go on and on. Suzi had arranged an overnight layover for us so my Mom could visit with her daughter. We were taken to her house, fed and then shown to our bedroom. We changed clothes while Mom was making us some tea. Back to the living room, as Mom was taking in my appearance in the outfit I chose to wear. We talked and talked, with both of us eventually agreeing to return at the end of the school year for an extended stay. I was hugged tenderly, not realizing until now how much I missed her hugs.

The next morning we said a tearful goodbye at the bus station and continued our journey back to school. Once back in our apartment I realized how much things were going to change. As I hung our clothes in the closet Suzi was taking all of my male clothes and packing them up. I made no comment about what she was doing until the next morning when a thrift store truck was seen pulling away from our drive. I rushed to the carport storage area, then sighed, my boxes of male clothes were now gone.

I went back into the apartment and sat by a window staring out at the view of a park in the distance. I decided I needed to see my image now in a mirror before I decide anything else. I slipped off my tee shirt and lowered my shorts to my ankles. I stared at the reflected image for quite a while until Suzi came up behind me and reached her arms around me to hold me tight. I swallowed hard, turning around and asking her if she might want to join me in a shopping spree. Well that was a no brainer as she squealed and headed to the bedroom to change clothes. We spent the rest of the day shopping, spending the money Mom had given me to buy some clothes appropriate for my new gender.

I never looked back, loving being a female. It started out sharing her clothes, now it is sharing our clothes.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

 

Lara: Love Those Heels

Lara: Love Those Heels

“Larry, are you home?”

“Yeah, I am in the office finishing my presentation. What do you need?”

A frustrated wife and soul mate came rushing in, grabbing my hand and led me to our bedroom. “Sheila has been in an accident, nothing serious, but shook up pretty bad. I have a deadline on the pictures I was doing for this company and only have a few hours left. I need you to fill in for Sheila, so get undressed and let me get rid of that body hair. She was already working on my belt, as I undid my shirt buttons. She removed my briefs, her rubbing over certain parts guaranteed to keep me motivated. After her teasing I was motivated, believe me.

She spread a cream all over my body, not missing any parts, even junior got slathered in the cream. I was told to wait until the timer went off that she had placed on the counter then shower off the cream. I did and as soon as I had removed all the cream the shower door opened and I was jerked from the stall. She patted me dry, keeping up her motivational touches and then hauled me to the bedroom. On the bed was my clothes for the afternoon, one look and I was retreating, make that trying to retreat, my wife had other ideas though.

She handed me a pair of panties, pink in color and watched as I slid them up my legs. Her motivational emphasis turned from friendly rubs to I need you to do this now look, a very serious look that I have only received a couple of times during our marriage. A garter belt was next and then I was pushed back on the bed, my feet hanging over the edge. She rolled up a stocking, then smoothed it out over my leg. Several times I almost lost it, the sensation of that sheer stocking on my hair free leg was out of this world. When Jenny and I had sex with her stockings still on it was wonderful, but nothing like now as my leg was now encased in the silky stocking.

It was all I could do to keep from spurting my load. The other stocking soon followed and then she had me stand so she could hook the stockings to the garter belt. I was then dragged from the room, down the hall and then into her studio. As we left the bedroom I got a glimpse of my body in the mirror, not recognizing myself in the image.

Jenny my wife does photos for advertisers, everything from food to clothes, to shoes. In this case it was shoes, as soon as I entered the room I couldn’t take my eyes off the wide array of heels that were sitting around the room. These were not every day ladies heels, but fetish heels, taller than normal heels, platforms, boots and even some that locked on with cute padlocks on the instep. I was set down at a chair near her backdrop and the first pair of heels was slid on my foot. I was jerked to my feet and helped over to a pole that was right in front of her backdrop. The pole was necessary, something to hang on to, this male not used to wearing heels, much less this bizarre assortment of fetish heels.

She hit a switch and the room was suddenly bathed in bright light. She positioned me so that I was facing away from the camera telling me to raise my right foot to knee height behind me. As I did as she requested I was hanging on to the pole with both hands for support. The camera started clicking, as she moved around to get different angles on the shot.

I had thousands of questions but when she is focused like this I know better to ask them, after she decompresses I can ask them then. There were forty pair of shoes to capture on film, and she moved methodically through each pair. I was shot sitting in a chair, my legs crossed at the knee, on the bed lying face down with one foot raised up in the air, and fifteen or twenty more different scenarios. Most of the shoes I could not walk in, so I had to be helped from one scene to another. As she was getting down to the last two or three pair, she started to joke with me, happy to be almost done with this photo shoot.

The last pair was ballet boots, the tops of the boots approaching mid-thigh. They laced up all the way, her snugging the laces until they were nice and tight. Since she was returning to the person I knew and loved I asked her how anybody could walk in these damn boots. She smiled, it is not easy, usually taking several months to achieve that feat. Then she shocked me saying that this pair sold for over five thousand dollars, she was just very lucky since Sheila and you are the same size footwear wise. They had been custom made for Sheila, after a mold of her foot and leg was made and sent in. I was left alone as Jenny ran off to her computer to send the photos to the company. According to Jenny she had just barely made it, only a half hour left before her deadline.

I was playing around with the little locks on the top of the laces, trying to see how they worked. It was different than any lock I had seen before, the lock seemed to be tied into the strip that covered the laces somehow, I moved it around a little and then as Jenny came back into the room. I looked up at her and heard a click. The laces were no longer visible, locked under the strip that was now secure by the lock. I moved over to the other boot, moved it a little and it also clicked shut. In the meantime Jenny had seen what I did and started giggling at me.

Well Larry, I hope you like the boots, you are now stuck in them until I can get a new key here to undo them. My mouth wide open, huh was my only response. Sheila took the key with her, since she has been practicing walking in the boots up to today. She dropped the boots off last night so I could get them polished for today. However she has the key with her, so you are stuck in them until I can roundup a key.

“How am I going to get around in these I can barely stand in them much less walk in them?”

“Practice, practice and more practice.”

“Can’t we cut them off somehow?

“Not at these prices we can’t unless you want to buy them with your money.”

I tried to stand, now that I was stuck in them I suddenly had to use the bathroom. I teetered my way over to a wall then down the wall to the hall. After reaching the hall down another wall until I came to the door to the bathroom. I did hear some giggling as I made my way down the hall, at least I am providing some entertainment for my loving wife. Finally I made it to the bathroom, then to the vanity and commode where I promptly sat, my toes were already hurting just from that short excursion. As Jenny walked by she reminded me to wipe, then headed on to somewhere giggling away.

I did wipe, it just seemed right while in the ballet boots. Then there was the fact that being on my feet hurt like hell, so anytime when I could be off my feet was quite welcome. I made my way back to the bedroom, and laid down on the bed. The morning had been mentally stressful, so I was just trying to relax and unwind. I raised my leg several times admiring the boots and my feminine shapely legs. The pull on the garter belt reminded me of the stockings and how they felt when Jenny had first slid them up my leg. Jenny has the worst timing walking in when I had this huge erection with my leg raised some so that I can get a better look at my boots.

“Well I guess that the news that I will need my fetish shoe model again will be welcomed, considering that indicator between your legs. The company loved the shots, and are sending the rest of the line to be photographed, probably Monday or Tuesday. However they want some full body shots so we need to feminize the rest of you before then. Since you are locked in the ballet boots I suggest you practice walking in them, as we have to go to the salon to get the rest of you prepared.”

I started to protest, but she reminded me who was playing with the locks and managed to get them secured, end of discussion. Since pants couldn’t be worked over the boots a dress was picked out. I should have seen through the charade since neither of the girls are the same dress size as me. Being a male I was more concerned with getting around, and doing something with my erection without any more humiliation on my part. When it was time to go, Jenny came in and busted out laughing. She went to my bathroom, grabbed a towel and some hand cream, and then proceeded to jerk me off. In between her manipulations of my penis she was giggling away. I almost fainted, the orgasm was so intense and long lasting. Then she had the nerve to stick my penis back between my legs and pulled the panties up tight to hold it there.

“At least I know what it takes to get a good fucking from you in the future, you released enough cum for several orgasms, I wonder if it was the shoes or the stockings. Only one way to tell, keep you in heels and stockings from now on. From that blissful look on your face I don’t think there will be much protesting of that decision. Now go to the bathroom and clean up a little, I don’t need you smelling like sex for your transformation to the female gender.”

When I returned from the bathroom, she was ready, took my hand and led me off to be feminized. It was a short drive, as I tried to blend in with the seat covers in the car. Every stoplight seemed agonizing long, as the red light seemed to last forever. Although I had a dress on, there was nothing else female about my appearance. I was sure there was laughing from every car near to us, at the sight of a male in a dress in the car next to them.

We did finally get to the salon, my mouth open as soon as she parked the car. This place was huge, my reluctance to get out and go in there now seemed appropriate. Nothing good can happen in a place like this, especially for me. Jenny came around and opened the passenger door, took one of my hands and pulled me from my seat. I was dragged into the salon, if I could have found something to hang on to, I would probably be still outside. Of course, in the boots I could barely stand so there was very little chance of me keeping from going in there. Where are good hand holds when you need them these days.

I was signed in, then a tech came to collect me. Jenny walked back with me to a private room, helped me remove the dress, then kissed me passionately and left with the dress I was wearing in her hot little hands. I could swear I heard her giggling away, now nearly naked there was wasn’t much I could do to prevent anything being done to me, the panties and stockings offering very little comfort.

Another tech came to help and I was leaned back on a table, then my feet and hands were secured. One lady moving in between my widely splayed legs, as a cool spray was applied resulting in a loss of feeling from that area. The one time I raised my head to see what she was doing I saw a cute slit, just like the one Jenny has. I laid my head back hard, a headache probably the result of that action. Why I needed to lose my male sex organ was not clear, surely I would not be nude in the shots, tucked back between my legs should have been enough. Of course, the one to answer that question is conveniently not available.

Then my attention was brought to my chest as a lady pushing a funny looking machine approached. She took two cups off the machine and laid them on my chest, applying adhesive and pushing on them to make a seal. Breasts too, I presume. Just something glued on would not be realistic enough, so they have to be sucked from my body. I think I have been had. Then the pump was turned on and some of my flesh was sucked into the cups. Well that did me in, I promptly fainted, too much too soon for my mind to try and process. When I came around there was a moist towel laying over my eyes, I tried moving my arms, but they were still secured. I closed my eyes, maybe not being able to see what was being done to me would be better.

I laid there trying to figure all of this out. I was suspicious, too many little coincidences that were propelling me down the path to femaleness fairly quickly. Jenny has never done anything like this before, why she is doing it now a question to be answered, hopefully before I give birth to my first child. I felt my hands being worked on mainly my fingertips. They were filed, cleaned then painted in several coats of polish. I had no idea about the color, but I could feel the wetness as each coat was applied. Then a warm feeling before the next coat was applied.

Keeping my eyes closed, I keep telling myself this is not happening, maybe it is a dream. Yes, that must be what this is, a dream, a vivid dream that seems so real that I can feel the effects of it. Keep those eyes closed, when I wake up all will be as it was before, Larry will be the image that I see in the mirror. Maybe a quick glance will be okay, I peek a little through my right eye, looking at my hands that things were being done to. Oh gawd, I have long red fingernails that are quite feminine as I look past my breasts that are quite visible now on my chest. Yes it has to be a dream, this can’t be happening to me, it just can’t.

Meanwhile the pump was still sucking hard on my nipples. About the time I got used to the steady pull from the pump. It suddenly cut off, then a minute later pumped a few minutes then cut off again. I was frustrated big time, I was flexing my hands in the restraints at the side of the table, trying to figure all of this out. Each time I flexed my hands I felt the tips of my new nails on my hands. Since it was one of the few body parts that I could move, it was how I chose to vent my frustration. Believe me I was certainly frustrated. I imagine that after all of this is completed my life will have changed quite a bit. I sincerely hope this is some grand plan of Jenny’s otherwise I seemed to be totally screwed.

I feared that something has changed, Jenny no longer interested in me, this being a good way to embarrass me and then cast me aside. She has been quieter then usual the last few weeks, maybe things have changed between us. Come to think of it we have not had sex in almost three weeks, Jenny blaming her lack of interest on her last period, where she suffered more than usual.

A sudden thought raced through my mind, now with a slit I have what a man wants the most in a female. Nah that will never happen, but now it is theoretically possible with my new feminine slit. A few nervous shudders and a whole new batch of goose pimples as I contemplated how these changes might affect me. As I twisted around trying to get comfortable I noticed my new breasts were filling the cups easily, not a good sign for the future. Tits and a vagina, just what a male needs to look his best, NOT.

They next shampooed and conditioned my hair, set it in curlers and I was scooted under a dryer. Growing my hair down to my shoulders now seemed to be a very unwise decision on my part. It seemed forever before my hair was dry, but with nothing to do while the hair dryer droned on my mind revisited the feeling that all of this was just too much of a coincidence. I even wondered if anything had happened to Sheila, since I have not seen her, doubt reentered my mind. Then the dress that was conveniently my size, the fact that all of the shoes I modeled were exactly my size and now further down the slippery slope to femaleness as the company wanted more photos of their other products, modeled by me. This time full body shots would be required, how convenient. I am pretty sure Sheila and I do not wear the same size shoe, for one thing her feet are narrower, a fact that I have mentioned to her on several occasions.

Makeup was next, as my dry hair was left in curlers, but I was moved to another chair in front of a lighted mirror. I almost giggled at my reflection till my eyes focused on the cups on my chest, the pump still sucking more tissue into the cups. The pump followed me around, on a rolling stand, determined to coax out those reluctant breasts.

Another big sigh escaped me, but the lady doing my makeup, standing nearby, seemed eager to get started. My eyebrows were shaped, now just two fine arches over my eyes. The foundation, followed my a loose powder to set it. I noticed her being extremely careful where the makeup was used, but couldn’t fathom any reason for it. Jenny was careful when putting on her makeup but not this precise.

She moved on to my eyes, using liner, eye shadow and then mascara. Another large intake of air, my makeup on my eyes really making a difference in my appearance. Some blush contoured on my cheeks to help make my face look more oval, the preferred shape for a feminine face. Then some lipstick was carefully applied finishing off my transformation from male to gorgeous female. The lady doing my makeup informed me that all the cosmetics are permanent, just needing a touch up to keep the color fresh. Definitely not what I wanted to hear.

I looked in the mirror again, raised my thin arched eyebrows and let out a huge sigh, something I seemed to being doing a lot of recently. I think it is safe to say that I have been manipulated by a professional, never seeing any of this coming until it is too late. A vagina, breasts, a curly hairdo and now permanent makeup put me over the edge, a return to some form of masculinity, in the future, most unlikely. I was not sure how I felt about this, my new feminine look is attractive, but still hard for a male to accept as his.

Apparently I was still not done, as my hair was slipped out of the curlers, a few brush strokes and soft bouncy curls surrounded my face. While I was staring at my hairdo the machine that had been sucking my flab into the breast cups finally shut off. I looked down and gasped, the cups were full with my tissue, shaped just like a breast with a cute nipple in the front. She unhooked the hoses, then told me the cups would remain on, dissolving over the next few days, leaving perfect breasts in its place. I couldn’t take my eyes off my image, my eyes trying to take in all the changes at once. I think the breasts eventually won out, since my eyes often focused there for way longer than I wanted.

She made a few last minute touch ups of my face and hair then pulled over a rack with the clothes I will wear out of the salon. A delicious pair of panties, a matching bra that fit perfectly and then a dress that was way too short, but made my image even more special. Jenny appeared at the front of the salon looking for where I was. Once she spotted me she took off running, flying through the air as she neared me. I almost got knocked over as we collided, the only thing keeping me upright was my hands on the edge of the chair next to me. She moved her hands to hold my head directly in front of her and leaned in to kiss me. It was a forceful kiss as she pushed her lips against mine, making me part my lips a little. Her tongue was in my mouth in a heartbeat, exploring and sucking on mine. The kiss seemed to last forever, by the time she withdrew to get some air I was panting and gasping for air too.

It was twenty minutes later when she dragged me out of the salon. I was still teetering along in the boots, having to hold on to something or somebody to stay upright. I was in a daze, still thinking of the kiss and her aggressiveness, a side of her I have never seen before. Believe me I am not complaining, the good feelings still reverberating through my body. Another experience I have never had before, now looking forward to my next encounter with great anticipation.

Jenny made the trip home in record time. I mentioned that I have not eaten, but was totally ignored. Once home, I was dragged into the house, my clothes lost along the way to our bedroom. She literally threw me on the bed, and before I could move much was on top of me. Now I have you where I want you Lara, don’t expect to return to the male gender, you are too delicious looking as a female to ever be allowed to return to that gender.

Before I knew it her mouth was sucking on my right nipple as her hand was massaging my other breast. A few minutes of this and I was bucking and moaning trying to get her to finish me off. She lightly bit my nipple and I arched my back and let out a guttural scream.

She lay there for a few minutes then got up and went to one of her dresser drawers. She got something out of it, then in another drawer she removed a scarf. I had closed my eyes trying to get my heart beating in a normal manner, when she tied the scarf around my eyes as a blindfold. A few minutes later I felt something push against my female slit, amazed that I could feel anything at all. Before I could process the situation she pushed and the object slid into me, causing me to gasp and try and catch my breath. Back and forth as she was now moaning herself. I presume it was a dildo, with one end of it up inside of her vagina, while the other end was buried deep in mine. I just laid back, my mind so overloaded with emotions and feelings I was not sure if I was sane or had gone crazy. A few more pumps and she let our her scream of joy as I could feel her moisture from her climax enter my new womanhood. Not sure what she did was even possible, but it felt so good, wondering when we could do it again, hopefully pretty soon.

With our sex life handled for a while, Jenny ordered some take out to be delivered, while I remained on the bed totally pooped. With the ballet boots still on my feet, it was an easy decision to make. I heard the doorbell, then a few minutes later heard it again. Ten minutes later Jenny accompanied by Sheila appeared in the doorway, both carrying some trays of food and drink. My earlier conclusion had been correct, I had been manipulated by the best and was now a member of the female gender for who knows how long. We ate and talked, Sheila telling me how good I looked in the heels, as that statement was delivered she handed me the key to the ballet boots. I placed it on my plate to the side, and finished eating my meal. Sheila and Jenny exchanged knowing glances, but said nothing.

Sheila took the empty dishes to the kitchen as Jenny helped me out of the boots. Once off, my foot remained straight as if it was still in the boots. I looked at Jenny her smirk and a red face led me to believe that this was not a good thing to happen.

I guess I need to start telling you the truth. Wearing the ballet boots for several days like you have just done will force you leg tendons to shorten requiring you to wear tall heels for the rest of your life. To get the tendons to stretch back out is painful and a very lengthy process.

Now about your transformation. I have always wanted you as your female self, my constant little hints falling on deaf ears. Sheila and I were talking and came up with this plan, I know it was deceitful on my part, but I am so thrilled to have my female love partner, I could just squeal. For me at least give it a try, if you decide on not doing this for me I will eventually get over it. It has been so much fun and the sex is out of this world so please think favorably about it for me.

She left me to my thoughts for a few minutes as she headed to the kitchen. Shortly they both returned, some dessert and fresh tea in their hands. I was still starved so I dug in, however I tried to act like a proper lady eating small bites and using only one hand. While they were gone I had managed to slip my feet in a pair of the taller heels from the previous shoot, admiring my legs in the gorgeous heels as they returned. It was after we had consumed the dessert that Sheila had noticed my feet in the heels and pointed it out to Jenny. Once Jenny saw them I was attacked again. Sheila gathered the dirty dishes telling Jenny she will see her tomorrow and headed downstairs. I detected quite a bit of giggling as she left the room.

I looked at Jenny. “Don’t you just love these heels.” We ended up falling asleep cuddled next to each other where we belonged.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Jan; A Loving Sacrifice

Jan; A Loving Sacrifice

Paula was just getting home from classes, this being Wednesday her last class of the day was not until four P.M. Although an essential part of her curriculum for her degree it had developed into a class that she detested. By the time she caught the bus and suffered through the forty minute ride she was usually fit to be tied.

I managed to get out of class early on Wednesday, hustling home to make something for dinner. If I guessed right her mood would slowly change and by the time dinner was consumed she would be back to her lovable self. I had already dodged the bullet for two months, three more months and she would be done with the class and maybe things could return to a more normal existence.

The dreaded class was business management. Now that by itself would not be that bad, it was the teacher that made Paula hate the class. Unfortunately, the teacher was my ex-girlfriends father. I use the word girlfriend reluctantly. We were never boyfriend and girlfriend, just a date between a male and a female, one lousy date. The relationship never had a chance to start with, after fifteen minutes of our one and only date there was no doubt in my mind as to anything being compatible between us.

Julie, the girlfriend in question, though was desperate and hung on trying to make something of nothing. I had arranged to take her to dinner, which I did and then a movie, then took her straight home. I received a kiss on the lips, but I pushed her away and left soon thereafter. I never called her back and for a week there was no communication from her. During that time Paula and I had our second date, a much more amicable arrangement actually one that I looked forward to continuing.

Well, Julie blamed Paula for the breakup between us, geez there was only one date and never a relationship. Never the less Paula received all the blame. Then suddenly we found out that Julie was pregnant. Not directly, but from a mutual acquaintance. A few days later, Julie called telling me that I was the father of her yet to be born child. Kind of hard to get a female pregnant without touching her, but the accusation was still there.

I wanted to let the whole situation fade away, I knew Julie could not prove anything so I just ignored her. At no time during our one and only date were we alone, the restaurant and the movie theater had lots of people, so sex was definitely not possible. I used Uber, so even on the ride to the restaurant and back to her apartment there was always someone else present.

Her Father came to my apartment one day, wanting to talk to me. I did talk to him, but never let him past the apartment door. He asked if I had intercourse with Julie, of which I strongly denied. If he didn’t want to believe me I offered to take a paternity test, but if I did I wanted the truth to be told to everyone and made public. I told him what happened on our one time date, and he left shortly thereafter. Once Paula heard of his visit she went bonkers. The nerve of Julie to lie to her father accusing me of being the baby’s father.

It did die a slow death, Julie ended up getting an abortion a few weeks later and we heard no more from the father or Julie. Then when Paula signed up for her next semester classes she found out that her business management professor was Julie’s father.

The first class went okay, introductions being made and a schedule of topics to be discussed in the next few weeks. On the second class, things changed. Paula was called up in front of the class and ridiculed for not being prepared for class. She was being ridiculed for things she didn’t even know were assigned. This happened three times more in the next few class meetings.

Paula tried the obvious, trying to switch classes to get away from him. No luck there he was the only one teaching that class this semester. She went to the admission office and spoke to one of the counselors mentioning what was happening in the class.

Unfortunately, the professor had tenure, and it would take more than what he was doing to her to get him removed. A record of the complaint was placed in his file, there it would remain until something more could be added to it. As far as Paula knew she was the only one being picked on, so there seemed to be little hope of anything changing in the near future. To take the next classes in her curriculum Paula had to have passed this class first, so she was stuck.

I decided to intervene, but privately knowing that Paula would be livid if she knew that I had got in the middle of it. I approached the professor after his last class on Tuesday, wanting to talk to him. He refused at first, but I persisted and he finally set down and I confronted him with what he was doing to Paula. I got a smile from him, that letting me know that he was doing this on purpose to hurt us. I was never given a reason for his behavior, just that Paula needs to be better prepared for class.

Finally I asked him what I had to do to get him to treat Paula like a regular student. He hemmed and hawed, but finally told me that would be up to Julie. It would be something to humiliate me like Julie was humiliated when she had to have an abortion.

I was ready to unleash on him when I came to the realization that nothing I would say would be taken seriously or even listened to. He was believing his daughter’s lies without question, nothing anybody else said would change what he was being told by his daughter.

I asked him to confront Julie and find out what I would have to do to get him to back off. I wanted any agreement between us to be in writing and notarized. That way if he reneged on the deal I could sue his butt off. Thinking back that was a poor choice of words since I had not been told what I had to do yet. We agreed to meet on Thursday after his last class and we could discuss what Julie wanted me to do.

Those were the longest two days in history, I am sure he was extra mean to Paula on Wednesday to make sure I understood what he could do if I didn’t agree. Paula did come home with tears in her eyes, but refused to tell me what had happened.

Finally, Thursday arrived and I was waiting in his office when he returned from class. He had a large smile on his face as he sat behind his desk. He started the conversation with what Julie wanted from me.

I was to obtain a set of fake fingernails for myself, at least an inch past my fingertips. They were to be kept polished in a deep red or burgundy color at all times and never covered up. To make sure I complied fully to this arrangement I was to transfer to one of his classes each day so that he could check on my compliance. The nails were not to be the stick on ones but permanent ones that could not be taken off easily. If I was ever caught without them, the deal was off and he would make sure Paula failed the class.

Julie was to come with me to get them applied, to make sure they were the proper kind and the polish was sufficiently bright and showy. After that there would be no further contact between Julie and I since Julie was transferring to another college out of state where she was not known.

I took my laptop out and typed the agreement that we had just discussed into it then sent it to my lawyer. She made a couple of changes then sent it back to me. I noticed the professor take a couple of hard swallows, this maybe not quite how he thought today would proceed. I looked over the changes then showed the agreement to the professor. He approved and I sent it to his printer having three copies made.

I stepped out to his secretary, actually a secretary for several of the professors to ask her to witness the signatures. I had already checked and she was a notary, so I had her notarize the copies after we both signed the agreement. Once that was done I handed the professor a copy, put one in my wallet and forwarded the other to my lawyer. The professor stood there open mouthed as I scanned the document in and hit send.

I turned to him and asked him when and where I was to get the nails. They had decided to leave the choice up to me, I would have to make the arrangements myself, and then let Julie know when to show up. In the time prior to this I had thought long and hard, making me do something feminine might be the only way for her to humiliate me some. I was well liked around campus and had quite a few friends.

They thought I would be embarrassed having to make the appointment myself. I had heard of a salon I wanted to use, and today seemed to be as good a time as any. The salon was recommended by a fellow classmate, it was one she used often, and had told me about their other clientele.

I had him call Julie and ask if she was available. She was and I told her where to come to, I would be waiting for her. I am sure this is not what they visualized when this was thought up, but if I have to do this to give Paula some peace then it will be on my terms, at least a few of them.

I called Paula telling her I would be late tonight, I was getting my nails done, but I would bring some take out with me when I returned. Silence on the other end of the phone so I told her I loved her and hung up. She now knows what is going on, no secrets and that I love her. I did receive a text a few minutes later. Nails done? I didn’t respond, now she has something to occupy her mind till I get home.

I arrived at the salon early wanting to get everything set up before Julie got here. The sooner she left and got out of my life the happier I would be. Everything was signed and agreed to, my signature on the salon agreements already. As I was waiting for Julie I knew I had missed the easiest and most effective method to handle Julie’s father.

All I had to do was record the conversation and then give it to the schools administration, but no, stupid me did everything the hard way. I wonder now if a IQ score I was given back in high school was real or just a random number written on a piece of paper. Of course, having a high IQ was one thing but actually using it was another matter altogether.

Julie showed up, extremely nervous but with that smug look on her face. I had the tech explain what was available and let Julie pick what she wanted. Of course, she picked the most feminine colors even some nail art to be added to each fingernail. She wanted the longest extensions used and they had to be permanent.

What she chose was indeed permanent, staying on until the original nail grows out. I was aware of that choice, and assumed she would pick that one. Gel polish was to be used, each coat set under UV lights to make it bond with the nail. It would take soaking in acetone to get the polish off, a several hour ordeal. She sat across from me as the nails were applied, then the polish and finally the dainty nail art. She used her phone to take a picture of my nails to be given to her father so that he could check on my compliance to the deal. Then she walked out, not saying a thing to me.

I am sure I didn’t suffer enough for her, so she was not that happy. Never the less I had long feminine nails for at least the next year. I paid the bill and made my first appointment for a week later to make sure they would always be picture perfect. On the way to the apartment I wondered why I had made an appointment to keep them perfect, not really necessary to keep the deal in tact.

Since it was early in the semester I still could transfer to other classes, so I looked up the other classes the professor taught and made the transfer to one of his classes each day. It fouled up what I wanted to achieve for the semester. I would essentially have to take the semester over again to get any requirements out of the way for me to advance in my chosen career choice.

I stopped by the mall, to a little Chinese place we frequently used and got a few of our favorites, then made my way home. I did receive some curious glances, the cashier who we knew from previous visits complimented me on the beautiful nails. Incidentally home is my apartment, now our apartment since Paula moved in a couple of weeks ago. I took a big breath and entered the apartment.

I managed to get to the kitchen before I was accosted. Of course, she grabbed my hand, then quickly the other to see if it was the same. She was quiet for a minute, then leaned into to me pressing her lips firmly against mine. We stayed lip locked for several minutes, her tongue making little excursions in my mouth as we kissed.

Then like nothing was unusual she grabbed the food and started setting out the containers on the kitchen bar, where we usually ate at. She got the iced tea from the refrigerator and poured us two glasses. She sat on her bar stool, took a bite and savored the taste before she dropped her bombshell. “Is this what you have to do to get Julie’s father to back off?”

My mouth suddenly opened wide, how did she figure this all out. I never did get an audible answer out, just nodded my head in the affirmative. Her next statement also was surprising. “Well then I will have to thank Julie in person before she leaves.” She had also heard through one of her girlfriends that Julie was transferring to an out of state school.

My one word response. Huh. Paula turned my way and told me to eat the food it is getting cold. That was it for the discussion on my nails, at least for now. One frustrated and confused male who tried to do the right thing to make things better for my loved one, now totally lost in this world.

On the next bite I looked at my nails, they were already making life difficult, everything I did will have to be re-learned since nails this long are not easy to adapt to. At this moment they were making life difficult as I tried to grab my fork and get some of the food into my mouth. They did look pretty, the bright red polish making them stand out, I am sure no one will miss seeing them, absolutely no one.

It took me twice as long to feed myself, Paula at the end came over and fed me bites of food, a kiss in between every bite. She felt sorry for me, watching as I struggled with such a simple task. Then she tied an apron around my waist and told me to get busy washing the dishes. Since it was take out, there were only a few dishes.

I wondered why I had been appointed dish washer, but due to my look of puzzlement she informed me that long nails are female related, since I am identifying as female now I get to wash the dishes. That also means you can help with the laundry, the vacuuming and the grocery shopping. I was facing her staring at her, with my hands on my hips trying to pout some to get some sympathy.

All I got was some giggling from her. She suggested I work on my pout, although barely adequate it needs some fine tuning to be effective. That said as she put the left over food in the refrigerator ignoring my behavior totally.

I was helped off with the apron, then dragged to the bedroom. My clothes were removed, then one of her nighties was slid over my head. I took a deep breath as it slid down my body, the effect it was having on me was so erotic.

Then she took one of my hands and sucked on each finger, each finger ending up wet and slurpy as she performed the task. By the time she got to my pinkie, I was about to explode. She pulled back, looked at the tent under the nightie, then threw back the nightie and took all of my male organ into her mouth in one huge gulp. I came so hard I passed out.

She was lying next to me as I re-entered the world, a smirk on her face that was so evil. She did lick her lips often, while making sure I was not lacking in the kiss department.

To my surprise there was nothing more said about my long feminine nails. The next day I started attending the professor’s classes, one each day of the week. I ended up in the same class as Paula, not by choice, but never the less I was there. The professor didn’t pick on me as he had Paula, but every day I was up in front of the class reading something or part of a discussion.

That way my nails were constantly on display. I was kidded a lot, but after everyone saw that the nails were an everyday occurrence, talk about them tapered off. At least, he held to the agreement and Paula was no longer ridiculed.

Then the professor upped the stakes in the game he was playing with me. Somehow he got my records changed to show that I was now a female, as far as the university was concerned. It had started on the next Monday when he called role and I was referred to as Ms. Walker. He called out the name twice, than came up next to me and asked if I was Jan Walker.

I nodded my head, then announced to the class that I was to be referred to as Ms. Walker since my school records showed I am a female. None of that was necessary to say in class, he was making sure that everyone knew I was now a female in the eyes of the university.

Immediately after class, I went to registration to speak with them. When they pulled my file I was indeed enrolled as a female, I asked when the change was made, they looked and said my original enrollment was that of a female, my scholarship was one given to female students and my first year classes were mainly female oriented classes.

Sure enough the classes I had taken were missing off my transcript, but in their place were mainly female only classes. How he managed to get these changes made I will never know, but my attempts to get the office to reverse those changes were stone walled. Their records showed I had attended the female only classes, and my test scores supported that exact premise.

Then the registrar mentioned that my first year deferment of any P.E. classes did not apply to my sophomore year. Since I had missed signing up for a class this semester, I would have to add one female P.E. class now. I mentioned the obvious fact that I was a male, he looked at my feminine nails, then gave me a smirk. He showed me what was available in P.E, classes and had me choose the two I wanted, one for now and the other for next semester.

I tried to put it off, but to keep my scholarship in force he needed to get me enrolled now. This scholarship I wanted no part of, but unfortunately the one that was paying for some of my schooling. My old scholarship now history apparently.

I looked at the choices, then let out a groan. I had four to choose from: beginner’s ballet, ladies gymnastics, advance aerobics, and female figure development. He had a huge smile on his face as I turned every shade of red possible.

I threw up my arms and told him to just pick two, not the smartest move on my part, but I hadn’t a clue which to pick. I ended up with female figure development now and ladies gymnastics for next semester. I left the office very depressed, Julie was getting her revenge and she was miles away in another state. Probably laughing, after her father told her what he had arranged.

I also realized that the different courses I supposedly took fouled up my schooling, now all of the pre-requisite classes I had taken meant nothing. Back at the start with five courses in female studies, just as far from my major as can be arranged. It would also affect what courses I could take next semester, now what I had in mind no longer possible since in my records I did not have the pre-requisite classes handled.

The hardest part was telling Paula what had changed later after dinner. She took it all in, then got up, took her phone with her and walked out to our patio after calling a number. She talked for about thirty minutes, then returned to the living room. You have an appointment tomorrow morning at eight, I will write the address down for you. Since it is Saturday plan on being there all day. I will pick you up after they are done and we will go out to eat.

Now go take a shower and get naked, I will be there in a few minutes to take care of you. She swatted my butt hard and pushed me towards the bathroom my hand rubbing where she had swatted me,

I did as she requested, when I walked naked into the bedroom I was thrown onto the bed and she was on top of me in no time. There I stayed as she spent three hours manipulating every part of my body that she could get to. My nipples were sore and tingling among other things. After she wore herself down I raised my head to look at my male apparatus. It was lying there limp and unable to respond in any way, after she had finished with him. We did fall asleep cuddled next to each other.

I was kissed and groped way too early the next morning, Paula wanted me up and heading to my appointment. I had second thoughts when I pulled up in front of a huge beauty salon. I feared Paula’s reaction if I didn’t go to the appointment more than what they might do to me in the salon. Of course, I had no idea what was discussed or what I would look like when I leave the salon. Had I known I might have done things differently, very differently.

As I walked in I was escorted to a private room in the back and asked to remove all my clothes. That done, my tech in this endeavor looked me over than shuffled through some papers on the counter. She took the biggest stack and went through them with me, explaining every part of the treatments I would receive. I was at a disadvantage since I was totally naked, junior was at half mast, I guess some of the things I was told appealed to him as he betrayed me by swelling up some.

I was asked to sign the permission slips, then she would start work. She did confide in me that since I was already registered as a female in college, this will just add authenticity to the records. Now I knew what Paula was thinking, if I am a female in looks, the feminine appearance and what he might do to me would now be of little consequence. Ridiculed in front of the class would be just that not humiliation when I was dressed as a male.

If he oversteps his authority, I can file harassment charges against him, being a female in looks and in the eyes of the university my accusations most likely to be believed, since it would now be the second complaint in his personnel file.

It might be the best approach, but why do I have to be totally female to do this. From what I was told I would appear as a natural female in all aspects, breasts and groin included. Becky, my tech, gave me a hug, then pushed me back on the table and applied a cream to my front side. Removing my body hair was first on the schedule for the day.

I let out a huge sigh, while a tear or two tried to escape from my eyes. The whole thing had me confused and nervous. Will Paula still have anything to do with me, when I look almost like her? I do love her and will do anything I can to support her, but this is maybe a little over the top.

Again I complied, never complaining or just stopping the treatments. I was on the train and it was gaining speed as it left the station. As I had looked before boarding I realized I was on the express, no stops just straight through to the destination. Another big sigh escaped, so I just accepted my apparent fate.

Over the next seven hours I experienced many different treatments ranging from having breasts sucked from my chest to having junior glued back between my legs and covered with a very realistic vagina. Also included in the package was pierced ears, arched eyebrows, polish on my toes. Now my fingernails and toes matched. I got hair extensions added to my shoulder length hair, and highlights to make it ultra-feminine. I kind of think Paula went a little overboard, but I was not going to broach the subject with her or the salon.

Then her comment that she needed to thank Julie for picking what she did came back to mind. I wonder what she meant by that. No it couldn’t be that Paula has lesbian tendencies, surely she wouldn’t agree to change me to a female just so that she can indulge her hidden desires. For some reason those thoughts stayed with me during the rest of the treatments. A source of doubt and lots of contemplation in my remaining time at the salon.

I got lessons in applying makeup, and styling my hair in simple feminine styles. Some of the makeup was stains, to make the job of getting my face on every day a little easier. Lipstick, mascara and rouge would be my responsibility though.

Then came the worst part at least in my mind, clothes. I was dragged to their boutique and dressed from the skin out. Fourteen different outfits, when mix and matched would give me numerous different options. I received many pairs of heels, all of them too high in my opinion, but that was the only choices given to me. I was loaded down with the many bags of my new attire when Paula showed up, squealed and then attacked me. I had to drop the bags to try and protect myself, somehow I did not have enough hands to fend off her fiendish attack.

She would take in my appearance then kiss me, turn me around so she could see my back then hug me hard. Her hands were going through my hair, twisting it in her fingers. I tried to protest that she is messing up my new hairdo, but she just ruffled it up some more. Finally after some twenty minutes I was helped to my car, I guess the female me was incapable of getting in my car by myself. Then she followed me home and helped me get out of my car. Again I am apparently the helpless female. Once in the apartment I went to the kitchen to make something for dinner that was after I carried all my bags into the bedroom.

Paula came with me but not to help, sitting on a bar stool and watching every move I make. When I walked by her I was kissed, all the more reason for me to walk by her many more times before I had the meal ready. Right before I put the food on the table I used the bathroom, followed shortly by Paula. She giggled as she entered the bathroom, with me standing in front of the mirror trying to get some lipstick back on my lips. So what does she do after she uses the bathroom, kisses me again making me apply yet another coat, after I had wiped off what she had smeared all over my face. She went to the kitchen giggling away, quite content with her recent behavior.

In the next few days I was trying to cope with all the changes, having breasts does take some getting used to. I think I was doing pretty good, now getting ready in the morning only taking me about an hour. Paula was having fun with my dressing, making sure I only had tight and restrictive clothing to wear. She even resorted to getting me a weekly appointment at the salon so that my hair was always curly and perfect.

I will have to admit that I grew accustomed to the looks and clothes, now I was doing it more for my benefit than anybody else. In the evening Paula always saw to my care and handling, quite often I would have to plead with her to let me do my homework before the next day.

For the next few weeks classes seemed to be normal, Julie’s father backed off leaving Paula alone and me pretty much the same. I was up in front of the class often, but no ridicule or humiliation. That changed a couple of weeks later, when I was called up in front of the class, his face stern and unforgiving. He berated me in front of the class, telling everybody that I was a male, and that I had gotten his daughter pregnant. I smiled at him, which only made him madder. I did notice that Paula and a couple of the other students were recording it on their phones. That would be all I needed. After he dismissed the class I walked out, heading to the Dean’s office.

I was shown in fairly quickly and told my side of the story. She sent another employee to get the professor and soon he appeared in the office. The dean confronted him and of course he denied everything. During that time one of the other students showed up with the recording of the incident. It was shown to the dean and she suspended him on the spot. I knew Paula was contacting my lawer sending him a copy of the recording.

I had an idea of what happened, and after a lot of questioning from the dean as to why he had made the statements it came out that Julie was pregnant again, accusing another young male of taking advantage of her. I looked at the professor, suggesting that he go to her and find out what really happened. He needs to start disciplining his daughter and stop believing everything she tells him. Otherwise Julie will end up a poor excuse for an adult.

I think he finally realized that what she had been telling him was all lies, to make her look good and innocent. He did break down in tears, a truly broken father with a totally unrepentant daughter. I left him to his misery and headed back to the apartment.

Later that day I talked to my attorney, telling him if Julie’s father called him and apologized for his behavior he should drop the law suit he was preparing to file. No use making the situation worse. The professor did contact my lawyer and the lawsuit was forgotten.

Paula and I continued as we were, she wanted the feminine me around, nails, breasts and vagina. Like I said I was already enjoying the life of a female, so to continue it would be just fine with me. The other concession I had to live with was a curriculum based on female orientated classes. Since Paula wanted the female me, I decided to pursue the current curriculum which will prepare me for a life of a housewife, schooled in cooking, child rearing and household management.

The female figure class was a hoot, as if my new figure was not feminine enough, the exercises in the class helped develop it further.

It started out as a sacrifice, something I could do to make Paula’s life easier. A loving sacrifice that has taken on a life of its own. Regrets, absolutely not, probably one of the smartest things I have ever done. Being able to take care of Paula as a wife a reality that I could get enthused about, and later to help raise a family, based on love the ultimate gift.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Bianca; Celebrating Secretary Week

Bianca; Celebrating Secretary Week

It was my twenty-eighth birthday, although I had to work, I was still looking forward to being with my wife tonight to celebrate it. It was a normal work day until the email late that afternoon.

Recently we have been getting a lot of them, the company trying to improve the working conditions of its employees. All of this because they were losing employees right and left, fifteen employees leaving just last month.

The changes covered a wide array of subjects; including cubicles rather than everyone in one big room. Music played in the background, soothing melodies to listen to during the work day. New desks and chairs, touted to being more comfortable and user friendly. A small self serve cafeteria offering drinks and healthy snacks added on each floor. Finally, meetings between management and employees held more often, discussing working relations between employees and ways to improve them.

All of the changes were sorely needed, but whether it will stop the flow of employees from the company is still questionable.

Since Secretary Week starts next Monday, her latest change was to have the boss and secretary swap for the week, where each person could experience what it was like to perform each others job. The company was severally top heavy with male management, all but one upper level management male. The one exception was the new CEO, a female.

Incidentally, the one responsible for all of these changes. She was of the opinion that most of the male bosses had no idea what their secretary’s did, while the secretary was probably in the same fix, her bosses duties and actions often leaving her confused and bewildered.

As far as the employees were concerned, the swap week was frowned upon, many complaints voiced especially from the male contingent. They had no desire to be stuck behind a secretary’s desk typing and answering phones. To make it more palatable for the male contingent, the CEO offered cash prizes for best impersonation of their secretary, and for the one to handle the secretary’s duties in the most efficient manner.

As far as the female employee was concerned they were a little more open minded. The female employees saw it as a way to show what they were capable of besides typing letters and answering phones. They. also were offered prizes for best impersonation of their bosses and handling of their job duties.

When the emails showed up with the amount of each prize, a lot of opinions of this crazy idea were changed. I know several of my male cohorts decided to try to win one of the prizes. I was still wavering when my secretary mentioned to me that I would make a cute female, a good way to make some extra cash. I was not sure if she was trying to kid me or if she was actually of that opinion.

I did check into what would be needed if I was to participate. I had no desire to just show up, doing what my secretary did every day. If I was going to participate I was going to do it right, in the manor our new CEO intended. Maybe a few extra brownie points could be had in the process.

A search on the internet giving me several names of local businesses that might be of some help. I made a few phone calls got some basic information, now having to decide if I would actually join in. It was doable, one place after I had sent them a photo of me, was quite enthusiastic in their desire to transform me. They also had the best price for the transformation, if I did win one of the prizes I would have quite a bit left over for myself.

In a moment of insanity I decided to participate. I called and made an appointment for their deluxe makeover, according to my contact at the salon what I would need to win the contest. That is the impersonation part of the contest. It was a little more expensive but did include a basic wardrobe. For a swap lasting a week it seemed kind of an overkill, but they seemed to know what was best.

Then I remembered my wife, someone that should have been consulted first before I did anything. That evening I had to face my wife telling her of the swap and what I had arranged for. After dinner I managed to tell her everything, her stare very unnerving for me. No words spoken, just her boring holes in me with her eyes. She did finally speak a few words asking where I had arranged to get my sex change. Her use of sex change kind of scared me.

I told her the Turnabout Gurl salon, an instant smile lighting up her face. No more discouraging words, no visible reaction to my planned escapade. We cuddled in bed that night, she seemed to be in a lovable mood, using my male organ more that she usually partakes of. Then holding me tight as we drifted off to sleep. I almost wet my pajamas trying to get loose from her so I could use the bathroom later that night. Once back in bed I was again held close her hands on my breast and groin area.

I did not tell any coworkers of my plans, just planning to show up and assume my secretary’s duties. I was afraid if I mentioned it before I did it I would receive a lot of kidding from the few males that had decided not to participate.

The salon makeover was surreal, entering the salon as a male and leaving it in a dress, heels and makeup. At the salon I had been given breasts, six hours of the new appendages being sucked from my body. The bra furnished later most welcome. Even though it was an underwire bra it did minimize the bouncing feeling they made as I tried to walk. It also pushed up my new breasts some, making them that much more noticeable.

My hair was fashioned in a very feminine style, but the dress I was given to wear was another matter altogether. It fit my new curves like a second skin, the skirt of the dress forcing me to take short steps, a mincing walk the result of the dress and heels.

Speaking of the heels they were ridiculous, five inches tall and hardly any shoe, just a bunch of straps that held the heel on my feet. A deep burgundy color matching my dress.

Fingernails lengthened and polished, with me not noticing them till I was dressed. A lot of the time at the salon was spent with me just staring at anything. The few things that had been done to me consuming any brain activity. Especially the creation of my breasts, several times wondering about the method they used, beginning to doubt it could be easily reversed later. Even the makeup was ignored until I looked in a mirror after donning the dress.

Loaded with bags of clothes I made it home at a little after five o’clock. I tried to fix me something to eat, but my new fingernails hindered my efforts. So I settled on a few snacks to nibble on, knowing that tomorrow the real test would happen. My wife Jenny worked late several days a week, today one of those times.

I did make it to bed later, although the struggles I had to endure to get out of my clothes did wear me out some. The bra especially troublesome. It did feel good to get out of the heels though, my feet shouting their approval.

Jenny appeared a little later wanting to see how I turned out. Of course I had to tell her everything as she took time to examine what had been done to me. I received several smirks as she checked me out, a huge smile as she finished her examination.

I laid awake in bed for quiet awhile as Jenny got ready for bed, I was definitely questioning my sanity before I finally succumbed to sleep. I did feel Jenny hold me when she came to bed, I had purposely set my alarm for two hours earlier, knowing I had a lot of things to accomplish, hoping that all could be handled as I expected.

Well it took me awhile to get the bra fastened, my breasts did appreciate the support though. The makeup went surprisingly well, only having to do a couple of things over to look feminine. The hairstyle was good to go apparently the setting lotion they used was super strength since every curl was pretty much where it had been at the salon.

I had chosen a blouse and skirt for my first day as a secretary, since my current secretary wore that combination most of the time. Getting all where it should be was quite a bit of effort, although Jenny’s smile at my appearance seemed to show her approval at my presentation.

The drive to work was scary, driving in heels and with a tight skirt around my legs did change the dynamics. I let out a huge sigh when I managed to pull into a parking spot in the company parking lot. Then getting out of the car gracefully was the next task. I think I managed it without showing the world my panties, pink of course.

I entered the building then had to face my next challenge. My ID badge as a male would not allow me to access the workplace, the security guard took great pleasure in making me a new ID, photo and all. I was called miss several times, then as he was entering my information into the computer he changed my first name to Bianca, formerly Ben. I wondered about his action, the company ID badge the basis for all personnel information in our files. Since he would not let me in till I had a new ID badge I seem to have very little choice.

I did eventually make it to my secretary’s desk, signed in and looked at what was there for me to start working on. Incidentally, my badge number was my password to get signed on to the computer. Nora my former secretary came out of my office and smiled at my appearance. Trying to keep from giggling she reminded me that works starts at nine. In the future please try to be on time. I did turn several shades of red, being late pointed out to me made it embarrassing. I was only twenty minutes late, the ID badge fiasco the reason for me being late.

She was dressed in a men’s suit, although it had been altered to fit her body better. No visible makeup and her hair slicked back in a low ponytail. She did compliment me on my appearance, then smirked when she told me to report to personnel, something about my file had to be updated. I headed in that direction then remembered that I forgot my purse. Back to the desk and opened the top drawer to get my purse out.

My purse, a few words I never thought would apply to me. On the way to personnel I stopped at the ladies restroom, to relieve my bladder and fix my makeup. Fixing my makeup a task that I just did automatically now, no thinking involved. Then on to personnel.

When I arrived I was told to fill out a new application using the info on my ID badge. The secretary then asked for my social security card, and my drivers license. She made copies of each, and handed them back. I managed to fill out the application wondering why I had to fill out another one. The previous one was done five years ago, the info on it updated just a few months ago. As I handed it to her she then attached copies of my drivers license and social security to the application. A current dress code was also attached, along with basic rules for the employees of the company. I was told to sign the acknowledgment that all the data is correct and I agreed to the rules and dress code. I glanced over the data and dress code, also the rules then signed. She placed all of the paperwork in my file, then took a picture of my ID badge to attach to the front of my file.

I was then escorted into the Human Resources Manager’s office and told to take a seat. My new file laid on her desk. I recognized the person in the manager’s chair from previous manager’s meetings since she came to the meetings often to take notes for her boss. The male that headed the department in the past was an asshole, having made enemies of most everyone. I did notice that he was not here today, either posing as his secretary or any other position. Maybe someone finally fired him.

The former secretary was using his name though, being very business like. She welcomed me to the company, advising me that I could advance if I wanted, or stay in my new position if that would suit me better. I gave her a puzzled look, not sure exactly what she was talking about. She saw my puzzled look telling me that I was now Bianca as far as the company was concerned, filling a secretary vacancy that occurred recently. Pay was to be three hundred a week for a forty hour work week. I was asked if I had any more questions then told to report back to my department and my new job. No mention of swap week, she resumed what she was doing essentially dismissing me. I stopped at her secretary’s desk, asking a question.

“After the swap week will I return to my previous job?” She giggled a little, no you just started with the company, you have no previous job here. Now, I suggest you get back to work, so that you do not receive any bad marks on your first day here. I did make it back to my desk, deciding to look at the emails about the swap week again. I spent twenty minutes looking for any emails about the swap week then looked for the emails about the changes that the new CEO had implemented. Absolutely nothing there.

My boss came out to check on me asking that I make the memo to the department employees first on my list to do. I did so, still confused and bewildered at the goings on this morning. I decided to get to work, before I got in trouble. I typed up the memo, a memo announcing the promotion of Nora to my former position. No mention of Ben as the former department head, just her accepting the job to fill a vacancy left vacant for months. I handed the memo to Nora, for her approval, then distributed it to all of the department employees in an email. After finishing that I had a stack of letters and employee information to type, then file in the appropriate places. In the back of my mind though I was trying to figure out what happened to the info on swap week. Several times that afternoon I went searching again for any info or mention of the event.

I was getting frustrated, since the only person that seemed affected is little old me.

Called into Nora’s office right before closing, she wanted to compliment me on my work ethic, since I had finished all of the work assigned to me for the day. I was told if I keep it up she will see that I receive a raise, to three hundred twenty-five dollars a week. I thanked her, but was confused and apparently delirious. I doubted I dreamed up the swap week information or the supposed changes that the new CEO had approved. Even those changes were no where to be found. The info on the loss of employees was there but nothing else, twenty five employees leaving the company in the last month.

I gathered my things, having to return to my desk to retrieve my purse once again. Out to my car, then the drive home. Another talk with my wife necessary, trying to explain that I no longer am a department head, just a new hire secretary. Then telling her that I am making quite a bit less in wages, although I might get a twenty-five dollar a week raise if I keep up the good work. She listened but not much was said. I am sure she is disappointed in me, when she married me I was an executive on the fast track, now just a lowly secretary.

I was still having trouble accepting my new position and life. Then the light went on, a secretary job, the dress code specific as to dress, hairstyle and makeup. Since there is no provision for a male to fill that position I will have to remain a female way past the week of the supposed swap. Oh gawd, what happened today, surely this is some weird dream that I am living in. I did get hugged, my wife trying to console me some.

She decided we need to fix dinner, as she grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen. I was put in charge of warming the leftovers as she made us some soup and some fresh tea to drink. I ate the offering, but my appetite was severally curtailed. I did help her clean-up, a smirk and a few giggles offered my way as she watched me put up the dishes.

I was pulled from the kitchen, she apparently had something in mind for me to do. She walked me to the front door, then retrieved coats for us from the hall closet. She helped me put on my coat, then led me out to her car. I tied to ask hr where we were going, but her only reply was to buckle my seat belt.

She drove us to a mall, then extracted me from the car. I was resisting since I didn’t want to be seen as a female by anyone other than a few co-workers. I ended up walking the mall with her, stopping often to look in some of the shops windows. In a few shops we went inside and I was made to try on some clothes, specifically dresses suitable for my work. When she finally was through shopping I had five new dresses in bags and three that were being altered for me, to be picked up next week. I tried to get her to delay any purchases, hoping somehow that all of this would go away after a week. Her simple explanation is that you will need the dresses for your job, to satisfy the dress code and keep Nora proud of you.

Once home I was made to hang up my clothes, the ones from the salon and the ones that were bought tonight. Then my wife helped me to undress, slipping a too brief nightie on my body, then dragged me to bed. Kissed and groped, my breasts her target more than other parts of my body. Then she lifted my nightie, laid on top of me and took advantage of me. Junior was ready, but after three hours of being manipulated fondled and generally used my male organ gave up, shriveled to nothing retreating to his little corner of my panties.

I did manage to get a little sleep, but knew that I would have to increase the coffee consumption to be any good at my job tomorrow. I dragged myself into work, checking the other employees on my way to my desk. I also was looking to see if any of the announced changes had been implemented. No cubicles, no cafeterias and every employee that I had known personally in their regular jobs. In other words no swapping of positions for secretary week. When I got to my desk, I decided to check on when the exact days for swap week were observed. I googled it and found there is no official swap week that is observed in the U.S.

Nora had handed me a stack of work to be done, after complimenting me on being on time this morning. I started in on the work, figuring I had suffered a couple of days of insanity, the only explanation for what has happened in the last two days.

Bottom line is Bianca is here to stay, both work and my spouse approve of the changes. I presume I will need more clothes soon, so that I don’t appear in the same outfit during a normal month. After I had finished part of my work I took time to call the salon and make weekly appointments, a necessity to keep me looking business professional and cute. I did wonder about my use of the word cute though. After completing that task I returned to my work, a secretary’s job is never done.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca