Jamie; Face Of A Model
We
were relatively new to the company, hired a little over a month ago,
and have just finished with the indoctrination part of our training.
We found out we are being assigned jobs in the marketing department,
in fact, we will be working on the same team. The company is one of
the largest manufacturers of cosmetics in the country. They sell
under many different brand names, each line a little different in
composition and marketed to a different group of customers. The
packaging is different, targeted to the type of customer it is
hopefully being sold to. Our parent company is based in Europe,
France to be specific, and we are just one cog in their international
organization.
Recently
they had restructured their marketing efforts more along some work
oriented groups from the Far East. Now each name brand is marketed by
a group of three or four persons. Each has a leader, a person who
supervises their efforts but does not actually make any decisions.
Their job is to supervise the group and lead them in the right
direction, making sure they do not make costly mistakes. They have a
budget set for their promotional efforts and are left to themselves
to develop and implement their marketing efforts. Each group's
members have a base salary, but most of their income is derived as a
percentage of that brand's sales. That is the incentive used to get
them to do their best.
The
idea is to stimulate different strategies to be developed and used.
To develop these new marketing strategies, different ideas, and
thinking out of the box is freely encouraged. In our training, our
bosses noticed how well we worked together, and our constant
interaction with each other. All three of us were a part of their
intern program, hired for our educational achievements, and our
enthusiasm. After the eight week training program the interns would
be assigned different positions in the company to further their
education.
Even
though we were new, a chance is taken with us, and we are assigned a
new line of cosmetics designed mainly for young females. Two other
threesomes were also picked to do some marketing for the company, the
corporation wanting fresh input from the age group we represent. Our
new immediate supervisor, a thirty-something female named Georgia had
invited us to her office for our assignment.
We
found seats in front of her desk and waited for her to say something.
She admonished us right then, telling us we had to be more aggressive
if we expected to make something of ourselves. “Well Georgia, my
name is James and this is Beth and Nancy, Nan for short. I told her
we are excited to be offered this opportunity and asked what line we
will be selling.”
Georgia
smiled, that is much better. Beth picked up on my start and asked;
“We are all excited to be given this chance can you give us our
budget target and how will we obtain the funds to be used for it? I
presume we will be selling makeup, is there a particular brand that
we will be marketing?”
Nan
is not to be left behind asking; “What range will the cosmetics be
selling in and will we have control over what colors they
manufacture?” Then we each looked at the others and burst out
laughing, we had replied each individually but as part of a group
dynamic.
Georgia
giggled, “Okay that is much better. Here are the specifics of the
line, your budget is three hundred thousand dollars and you do have
control over the colors, with a four-week advance notice before
shipping. The budget is housed in a special account, the first few
withdrawals are to be approved by me, then after I see what you
intend, I will allow a more liberal withdrawal of funds as you see
fit. The cosmetics were designed to be mid-priced, lipsticks selling
around eight dollars a tube retail, as an example.”
“The
specifics allow you to vary the price within a range determined by
the cost of production. The more exotic colors, driving the cost up.
Wholesale orders or bulk orders can be priced competitively,
depending on the volume and type of shipping required. I need a
report back from you weekly with progress and the direction you are
headed. I will allow any direction you want to take as long as you
are showing some progress. You have a six week time period to get
your plan together and start implementing it. After that, you need to
show positive progress towards your goal each week.”
“Once
sales start you will be allowed a percentage of sales as your bonus,
the higher the sales, the more the percentage. You can aim at the
retail stores, custom makeup artists, beauty salons, or individual
females through internet sales. If the last option is your choice, we
will provide an expert to set up your website and keep it up and
running. All content is your responsibility in its entirety. Our
shipping department can handle expediting orders when they come in
whether wholesale or retail.”
“Now
if there are no more questions, your office is room 1313 and good
luck.” We all winced when we heard the room number, but quickly let
it drop.
We
thanked her and left to find our office. It was up to the thirteenth
floor and down the hall from the elevator. As we entered, we found a
receptionist and four cubicles lined around the room. Cindy
introduced herself; she showed us each our desks. The fourth cubicle
is larger, a work room for us to utilize to try the cosmetics or
develop sales strategies. The room included several vanities with
appropriate mirrors and lighting. Shelves along the walls to house
the cosmetics are waiting for product.
Cindy
asked what we wanted in supplies, as our receptionist, she would
obtain them for us. We each told her what we thought we would use,
and she made a list. Before she left to get our supplies. I asked.
“Can you get us color charts of the product and what colors we
could special order.” She reached into her desk and handed us each
a chart. I smiled and thanked her for her efficiency.
Beth,
Nan and I went into the workroom each with a notepad, ready to get
started. We found seats around a large table and started the process.
Both Beth and Nan thanked me for speaking up and getting the ball
rolling in Georgia’s office. I giggled again as I thought of how we
responded, definitely a dynamic group type of reply, but so unlike
most employees.
I
think all three of us were surprised at our positions, for interns we
certainly were lucky. All of us knew that it wasn’t our education
or experience that got us this job, but clearly someone thought they
saw something in us that warranted the trial. I know I pinched myself
several times that afternoon, to make sure all of this was somehow
not a dream.
Beth
started things off, naming a few ideas that might have a chance to
work. Nan and I added to the list, nothing really new, but how we
implanted them might make a difference in how they work. We kicked
around each idea and target for our sales filling up our notepads
with possibilities. As we talked, we kept coming back to internet
sales. Since all of us were strong in social media sites, we thought
we could do a decent job promoting our line with social media help.
I
kept mentioning that we needed something more to get a large initial
introduction of the product to our target group. A month ago, I had
booked a room in the next nearby town for a convention featuring
products for the home. A companion convention in the same venue is a
woman’s show drawing thousands. Both Beth and Nan thought the idea
worth exploring so we made plans to attend the woman’s show
together to check it out.
Cindy
came back with our supplies and set up our desks, she had noticed the
filled notepads and suggested as part of our report to Georgia that
she type these up making the discussions we had part of the report.
We agreed, and she finished the day typing up the discussions we had
put together. We meanwhile looked over the color charts picking
colors that would go with the girl’s complexions so we could try
the makeup. Both girls insisted that I also order my colors. “You
can’t promote and sell what you know nothing about.”
Reluctance
is the key word here, ordering makeup for me, a male, not high on any
priority list, especially mine. The girls insisted, wanting me to be
truly a full-fledged member of the group. Cindy is giggling a little,
trying her best to control the teetering about to break to the
surface. She did manage, although her face was contorted quite often
during that exchange.
In
the remaining few minutes, we tried to pick out a target group we
wanted to focus on. We were aware that a lot of younger women below
twenty years of age were not wearing as much makeup as young girls in
the past, so we chose the twenty to thirty age group to focus on.
Then picked characteristics of the line that would be necessary for
our target female to make a purchase. Nan also mentioned that in
larger urban cities there is a small group of males who do wear some
makeup, namely goth and metrosexuals, enough maybe to keep that group
in our plan, even though not a major player.
Since
this is Thursday, we decided to eat dinner out tonight to talk some
more, to plan what to do tomorrow, then where to meet for the
convention visit on Saturday. We adjourned to our apartments,
deciding to meet at a little restaurant located centrally to all of
our residences. I changed clothing as soon as I got home and headed
to the restaurant. Both Beth and Nan joined me shortly after that,
and we shared an appetizer as we waited for our meals.
“Tomorrow
I will check into upcoming shows or conventions for women, in case we
liked the show on Saturday.” Beth and Nan were going to acquire
samples of the makeup, try it out and see what we had to work with.
Since most of our company’s products were quite good, we had no
doubt about the quality of our line, but still wanted to check out
its features.
All
three of us talked about the huge opportunity we had been handed,
true luck in more than one way. For three interns to be handed this
chance, there is more than just some HR person’s input in the
decision to put us together. We vowed to each other and ourselves to
not let any opportunity slide by because we had doubts about doing
something how minimal or embarrassing it might turn out to be. Who
singled us out as having a possible future in marketing we will
probably never know, even guessing who it might be had a very low
chance of success. The consensus of opinion is that Lady Luck had
been in our camp that day, all three of us very thankful for her
faith in us.
As
we ate, talk fell back to our backgrounds and our education. Beth has
a Masters in Marketing, her education the most formal of us. Her
parents live in Texas, retired and waiting for grandchildren. No
brothers or sisters, she is an only child and according to her
spoiled rotten.
Nan
is a graduate of a European university, specializing in Psychology
and Marketing. Most of her pre-university schooling has been in
Europe courtesy of her Mother’s job as an Ambassador to one of the
smaller European countries. She has one sister, an accountant in
Southern California, doing pretty well for herself. Their father had
died in an incident with terrorists several years ago in Europe.
Now
we come to me, my schooling at a northeastern university, Sociology,
and Marketing my majors. I did get my BA, but it took me a little
over the four years to receive it due to my having to work some to
finish school. Both of my parents had died in a hit and run accident,
with no insurance and no way to find the driver at fault. I received
nothing on their death, other than their house, mortgage included,
eventually sold to pay off the debt.
That
is the reason I had to work part of my last year to afford the
tuition. No brothers or sisters either, an only child and quite
frankly, really lonely now. Not even an aunt or uncle on either
parent's side. I am social somewhat, better on the phone, internet,
or email than in person. My shyness and lack of confidence keeping
any interaction with people stilted and scarce. My rising to the
occasion earlier with Georgia surprised even me.
Beth
and Nan are average in height for females, Beth blond and Nan a
brunette. Both are quite attractive and know how to make the most out
of their appearance. I am also blond, five-eight in height and skinny
as a rail. When all of my clothes are wet, I maybe weighed one
hundred thirty pounds. All of us had shoulder length hair, choosing
to wear it in ponytails most of the time. The girls high up on their
heads and mine nearer the collar of my shirt. My hair is almost a
platinum blonde in color, never did much for me as a male, light
blonde males just usually ignored unless they have large shoulders
and look Nordic in appearance. I guess you could call me handsome,
but definitely not macho. Never got into dating much in school, what
few friendships I had were with females, just platonic, almost like a
girl to girl friendship.
We
finished our meals, then discussed the arrangements for Saturday. I
had the larger car, so we decided to take my car over to the
convention. I would call tomorrow and change my ticket and get
tickets for Beth and Nan. A joint decision is made to start earlier
to work, we wanted to excel in our project and wanted all the time
possible to make it successful. An hour earlier in the morning, maybe
an hour or two in the evening might make a big difference in our
project. We hugged and headed home, confident we had some idea of
where we might be heading.
I
laid in bed that night, happy for the opportunity to show my skills.
I liked both girls and felt we made a good team; I just hope we can
find a manageable solution to the marketing plan and make it work. I
felt it would not be from a lack of effort if we weren’t
successful.
At
work the next day we were all three busy at our desks when Cindy
showed up. She smiled and asked what she could do to help. The girls
were getting ready to go down to the warehouse and get the samples we
needed; I was on the phone calling about future woman’s shows. I
shared my list with Cindy and we both started calling. At lunch we
had all managed to complete our initial tasks, so we huddled in the
workroom and talked about our progress. I discussed the upcoming
shows picking out the ones I thought would be worth the show fee.
Cindy
had meanwhile gone online finding the ones with websites and brought
them up for us to look at. After that, the girls did each other’s
face discussing the various products, its good points, and its
faults. When both of them were each done up in the new makeup, they
turned to me. I backed up from the table, but they just giggled and
had me come and sit opposite Beth. I gave in and relaxed, but the
reluctance I showed made both girls giggle.
Beth
started cleansing my face, twice using a wipe to get all the oil off
my face. She started with the foundation, explaining each step and
why it is important. From where I am sitting, I couldn’t see a
mirror, so I watched Cindy’s and Beth’s face to see their
reaction. Beth is busy applying the makeup, but Cindy is a different
story. Her mouth is partially open and appears more so as Beth works
on my face. As Beth finishes my lipstick, her mouth is wide open.
Beth left my hair in a ponytail but moved it higher on my head
fluffing up the bottom of the ponytail with her brush. Nan in the
meantime has been writing notes and ideas down, but when all becomes
quiet in the room, she looks up and stares at me.
She runs to her purse and takes out her phone and starts taking
pictures. I guess it is a novelty to see a male wearing makeup, so
that is why all the sudden commotion. Of course, my luck as it is, in
walks Georgia and stares at me with her mouth wide open. She sits
down in one of the chairs along the edge of the room, still staring
at me intently. She asks no one in particular if she can call one of
their professional photographers in to snap a few pictures. I nod my
head; you don’t tell your immediate supervisor of a few days that
you don’t want your picture taken, which I didn’t.
I
can’t see the importance of taking pictures. A male wearing makeup
can’t be that noteworthy. I try to get up to move to a mirror, Beth
taking my hand telling me to wait. After they get the pictures, I
will show you what you look like. I try to ask what the big deal is
about my appearance, Beth just patting my hand telling me she will
soon explain.
The
photographer came to the room, eager to do his part and return to his
office. When he saw me, he stopped and used our phone to call his
office, telling the person that answered he needed two more discs and
a portable light. Soon the assistant arrived, and the pictures began.
I was turned this way and that, the light switched around
highlighting my face from different angles and the shutter on the
camera almost sounding like a machine gun. As the first disk filled
up, he continued with the second.
I
sensed something is up, why were they so consumed with my image, and
why so many pictures. Other than the sound of the camera or the
photographer changing my pose the room is totally silent. I am
freaking out inside, something like this had never happened to me,
and I am lost as wild ideas are running through my mind. As he
completed the third disk, he told us he would upload a few pictures
to the computer so we could see the results. Give him thirty minutes
and he would email the pictures to us.
Georgia
wanted daily updates now on what we are going to do and how we are
implementing the ideas. Her exact words to us. “You have discovered
something that might be a tremendous windfall; I am anxious for your
thoughts and ideas concerning this. Although you still have complete
control on this, corporate Europe will be filled in with this
discovery. Make good use of this find girls.”
The
girl’s part did not escape my hearing. Now I am in a real panic,
corporate knowing about this, the pictures, Georgia’s comments,
what in the hell is going on. Beth comforts me giving me a big hug,
not the first time she has done so, but definitely the most
appreciated. Nan comes over sharing in the hug, both squeezing the
life out of me. Then they release me and jump up and down in their
excitement. Cindy is clearly excited too, both Nan and Beth pulling
her into the celebration.
I
am left there sitting in a chair with a totally lost look on my face.
Lost, but apparently quite beautiful in my makeup. Several times I
ran my tongue over the lipstick, the feeling I received when doing
that strangely pleasant. Now if I just can get somebody to tell me
what is so special about me in female makeup, inquiring minds want to
know.
Beth
sits next to me, explaining what has just happened. Since the girls
are more aware of cosmetic ads, then I would be she tells me that the
look created on my face is worth a fortune. “Every once in a while
a model is discovered that has that special look that allows makeup
and cosmetics to be shown to its best advantage. The face quickly
becomes an icon in the industry, and highly sought after for ads.
Your face made up is the epitome of that face and type of model.”
Both
of them came and sat down beside me, one on each side. I was told to
keep my eyes closed until they told me to open them. Then they
flipped the mirror over so that our three faces were imaged in the
mirror.
Now
you can open your eyes. I looked stunned into the mirror; the perfect
female face is right before me. I could see what they were talking
about; we were each wearing the same makeup, only a few colors
difference because of our natural coloring. The center face looked
almost exotic, the makeup far more attractive on my face then theirs.
Beth looked over at me; “Now imagine a professional doing your
makeup and featuring your eyes and lips more. The ads will leap off
the screen; the products will fly off the shelves.”
While
Beth is explaining this to me, Nan is looking through a couple of
magazines on the table for pictures of famous models. She scans them
into the computer, and shortly we get the email from the
photographer. She picks one of my pictures and inserts in a slide
show and starts the show. As the pictures come up on the screen I see
several models that I have seen in lots of cosmetic ads, then mine
right after theirs. I shake my head: “this can’t be happening to
me.”
The
tears start, I am not usually this emotional, but how do you handle
something like this without crying. The sayings my father used to
goad me with popping into my head. Be a man, take it like a man, men
don’t cry all had that familiar ring to them the number of times my
dad had said them to me. I guess because I didn’t see a male in the
mirror, I can cry since I doubted there is any male presence in the
office now either real or imagined.
I
finally accepted that I looked like a model, the makeup doing things
to my face that made the male James withdraw and wither away. I sat
at the workshop table my head in my hands and tried to make the world
go away. Every time I looked up, the image of my feminine face
reappeared, and I quickly closed my eyes hoping that the next time I
opened them things would be different.
I could hear Beth and Nan talking ideas and possibilities, but all I
heard were the words, not what they were saying. I was so lost in my
predicament that nothing seemed to make any sense or reason. Beth
finally shook me pretty hard trying to get me to focus. She is
telling me that this is a group project and the major contributor to
the group is absent. “Now how about we figure out a way to make the
most of this, some extra cash in our pockets could fix a lot of
things.”
We
resumed discussions, at first, I am only listening but soon some
thoughts came to my mind, and I managed to state them in relatively
simple terms. From the reaction of everyone, I presumed the way to
market our line of cosmetics is for me to wear them in ads and in
personal appearances. Maybe a little social media help to make me
popular where our target group might want to seek me out. Beth
suggested the next step might be to get me to a salon to see if the
rest of me could be modified to make it match the face. The female
face with a male body might sell some makeup, but for most females,
they want the look on a young woman. Unfortunately, that young woman
is going to be me.
Nan
knew just the place, a chain of salons specializing in changing males
into females. Before I could protest, she is dialing the number and
making an appointment for me the next morning. Cindy in her efficient
manner had already obtained the number when the girls were talking
earlier while I was off in dreamland. I guess the convention idea
just got shelved until we explored this idea more thoroughly.
When
the photographer had sent the email earlier, he had stated that my
look was beyond anything he had photographed before. He wanted to do
all the photos of me if we would allow it. At Georgia’s insistence,
he had emailed a couple of the pictures to the corporate office in
France. Great, now I will be seen in our corporate headquarters, not
as a hard working bright male, but as a gorgeous blonde female.
I
was beaten mentally, so I asked if we could call it quits today. Beth
suggested that she take me home, before we leave the building she
would stop and get something to take the makeup off and skin care
products that I needed to start using right away. They both would
meet me at the salon in the morning, and stay with me as I am
converted to the female gender. I had no doubt that it could be
accomplished since my build and demeanor were already half way there.
Beth
made her way to our warehouse, coming out with a bag full of goodies.
After the drive home she got me into my apartment and removed my
makeup, showing me the right way to perform the task. Her way of
instruction was to do it on her face, then have me duplicate it on
mine. It felt good to have the makeup off, but it wasn’t long
before I missed the feeling of it being there. Then a facial
cleanser, followed by a moisturizer and I am pronounced done for the
evening. She set a jar of cream on my nightstand to put on before I
went to sleep, something to keep wrinkles and blemishes in check.
Since she had driven me home she said she would pick me up at nine in
the morning; my appointment is for nine-thirty. After the salon, she
would take me back to the office so I could pick up my car.
She
gave me a big hug and left. I felt suddenly alone, like something was
not there any longer, but couldn’t put my finger on what it was. I
set the alarm and before I knew it I was asleep. No dreams
thankfully, I can imagine what some of them might be like, so not
having any is a good sign.
The
alarm ringing got me moving, some orange juice a first priority then
to the bathroom for a shower. As I indulged myself more than I should
have in the warm water, I did manage to scrub myself clean. My face
felt much softer than before, the creams already doing their job on
my skin. I dressed in some casual clothes and was ready when Beth
came by.
My
mother was almost one hundred percent American Indian, so I never
really had a beard. There were a few hairs here and there, but
plucking them with tweezers usually stopped their growth. Very seldom
did any of them regrow to plague me. I put my hair in a high
ponytail, that alone changing my appearance quite a bit from the
past. The image in the mirror already leaning toward the distaff
side.
The
ride to the salon is uneventful, Beth talking up a storm and me just
nodding, with very little comment from me. In a way, I felt like some
death row prisoner heading to the electric chair. No parole possible
and the governor off playing golf somewhere. Beth had to push a
little to get me to the door of the salon, but the greeting I
received inside made it a little better. The female that greeted me
is nice, very upbeat, and wanting to know what the salon could do for
me.
Beth
handled the answer to that, and soon I am being led to a back room.
The intensity of the pink colors in the salon, the fragrance of
flowers assaulting my nostrils, and the obvious femininity of all in
the salon made me quite nervous. As I am led to the back of the
salon, I had no doubt that James would not be leaving the salon
today. The few faces I saw on the way to the back confirmed that
fact. They all were very feminine, if any were males previously there
would be no problem with me being transformed into one.
Once
in the room the tech, her name is Mandy, wanted to know what
specifically we wanted to be done. Beth showed her a picture from
yesterday, wanting to know if they could change the rest of me to
match the gender of the photo. Mandy studied the photo, then my face
finally seeing the resemblance. She apologized for having doubts but
seldom do you see such facial structures in a male. She asked Beth if
she brought some of the makeup, Beth showed her my makeup, then asked
if the change could be made. Mandy said there would be no problem; I
just had to decide how long I wanted the changes to last for. I
visibly deflated, the realization that the changes would last a while
making it seem very undesirable for me.
It
is one thing to be made up for the afternoon, but to live the life of
a female not really what I had in mind. Mandy asked if she could do
my makeup while I am thinking things through, to get a feel for it
and to see if she could create the same face or better with the new
makeup. I assented to her request, actually, anything delaying the
inevitable decision is what I was hoping for.
As
she had explained when I came in, there are several levels of change
available here at Turnabout Gurl salon. They have realistic breast
forms that can be glued on, then the next step is breasts created
with vacuum, then the more permanent ones are obtained with shots
that work on the vacuumed tissue creating female breasts. It all
depended on what is needed for the illusion. The more advanced
techniques have corresponding additions for, the lower genitals,
making me virtually undetectable as a female. Of course, they offer
ear piercing, hair extensions, use of corsets for waist training and
various other services to ensure a complete transformation to that of
a female.
Beth
is the one to come to my aid, telling her that at the moment they
just needed me to appear as a genuine female for one or two weeks as
all of this is researched and some type of plan is put into place.
Then later a complete detailed transformation if all goes well.
During this discussion, she is applying the makeup if Beth and Nan’s
looks are any indicator she is exceeding the look that Beth had
created. I was not allowed to see myself in the mirror. With just a
couple of items left, she asked if she could get her boss to come and
take a look.
I
guess I should relax; I am going to be gawked at for the foreseeable
future, the sooner I learn to accept it, the easier it is going to be
on me. In a minute, she returns with a gorgeous female that is quite
imposing. Her height alone makes her stand out of the crowd. She
takes one look at me and asks us to come back to her office as soon
as Mandy finishes. Mandy applies the lip liner, then brushes on the
lipstick, and I am pronounced done. She leads us back to the office,
and we are seated on some love seats in a casual grouping.
Francine
introduces herself and asks where we got the makeup. Beth handles the
question telling her of our marketing of a new line of makeup made by
our company. We are in the planning stage, trying to figure the best
approach to market the line.
So
that I would know what it is like to wear makeup, Beth applied mine
yesterday, and the success of that makeup job has spread all the way
back to our corporate headquarters. We are here to see if a complete
transformation can be done on James, exploring a possible way to
market the line through internet sales. It has been discussed that
James wearing the makeup could be used in advertising pictures, to
promote the product. We think it would be best if we could present
him as a female instead of his birth sex for these ads.
Francine
asked if any deals had been struck with other retailers or salons.
Beth told her no actual marketing of the line had been done yet. Her
next comment took us all by surprise. “I want to purchase the
exclusive rights to your line, to sell it here in the salon and on
the internet. The one caveat I want is the use of James in all the
promotional photos and most likely some personal appearances. That
last part is not negotiable.”
“I
have just under two hundred salons, and we do a land office business
in internet sales of clothing and booking salon appointments. The
makeup would be a big plus to our overall program. I presume you have
not got this far with any other customer, so I want you to go back to
your bosses and put together a deal for me. If you can handle
shipping and warehousing for us, I want that included in the deal.
How you handle James is another concern, whether he stays an employee
of your company or whether he is employed by me needs to be worked
out.”
“I
want the line of makeup; I also want James in all of the promotions
and advertising. If you will allow me to help I will tell Mandy what
to do today to make the transformation, then as soon as you can I
would like you to come to my house just outside of town so that we
can discuss a deal. Here is my card with my personal phone number on
it, call anytime.” She talked with Mandy for a few minutes; then
Mandy took me back to the treatment room.
Very
quickly I had breast forms glued on, with makeup used around the
edges to conceal the seam line. Next was a shampoo and condition on
my hair; then Mandy set it in rollers. Under a dryer came next and
the warm air soon had lulled me to sleep. When Beth shook me to wake
up, I now had longer fingernails in a rich dark peach polish with
matching toes in the same color, a perfect match to my makeup.
Beth
and Nan helped me with the clothes, the breasts keeping any of my
male attire from fitting properly. I was given a pair of panties to
wear, with them on Beth helped me with my bra, then a silk blouse and
loose-fitting pants were added to the combination. A pair of heels,
three inches tall to complete the ensemble. I did get a few minutes
to practice walking in them before we left. It turns out that
Francine paid the tab today. “Could you girls get it all together
by later in the weekend, if so that would be ideal?” That was
Francine’s remark as we hugged getting ready to leave. Again the
use of ‘girls’ in the comment, I guess now I even looked less
like a male. Beth thought we could put the deal together, but since
our corporate would have a say in it, she kept it open ended.
During
this whole time, I never managed to see my image in the mirror. As we
left the salon, I stopped and looked in the mirror in reception.
James is totally gone; a beautiful female has taken his place. Beth
and Nan are excited and talking up a storm all the way to the office.
Nan wanted to go there to send the email to corporate instead of
using one of our personal computers. Being Saturday, the office is
usually unoccupied, except for a few executives trying to catch up on
their work.
We
made our way to our office, Nan starting on the email right away. It
is quite lengthy, explaining all the details and about Francine. Beth
in the meantime had googled Francine and the Turnabout Gurl Salon
chain, getting both Nan and me to look at what she found. They had a
research branch, a beauty supply company, a resort catering to their
customers along with the nearly two hundred branches of the salon.
The one picture of their largest salon a sight to look at. Fifty
styling stations, numerous manicuring stations, twenty treatment
rooms and thirty thousand square feet of clothing and accessories.
Nan
finished the email and sent it, we talked a bit and then started
closing up to go home. The phone rang, and since I was the closest, I
answered it. It is the CEO of the International company, wanting more
details. I let Nan handle this, and I just sat there and stared at
the wall. Everything seems to have gone haywire. I am lost, not
knowing what to think or do, I can’t even figure out some options
that don’t put me farther down this particular rabbit hole.
Nan
explains everything verbally, then tells Madison that Francine wants
a deal as soon as possible. Madison tells her that she will send some
guidelines for structuring a deal with a large customer, for us to
look it over and ask any questions we might have. Nan is still
puzzled that corporate still wants us to handle the deal. Madison
giggles. ‘Yes, you will handle the deal completely. That is the
purpose of these work groups; you will learn by doing, if you do make
a mistake then we look at your abilities and decide where we might
better utilize your talents.”
Nan
asks about how we handle James in this scenario. She suggests that he
be included in a separate contract. “The degree of usage and his
tasks determining his wage. I do not want him working on Francine’s
payroll, in fact, I will send down a separate employment contract for
James to sign changing his role here and in the future. His time with
Francine’s company billed hourly, then added to his base pay with
us. If you want to assume that she will use him quite extensively
then quote a per week charge based on fifty hours work, then add
thirty percent to that total. That last part is negotiable, if she is
going to cover all of his beauty services.”
It
is quite for a minute; then Madison asks to put James back on. I say
hello, but then am at a loss for words. Madison asks me to calm down,
“your appearance a much more valuable commodity than your ideas and
your savvy. I am not criticizing your smarts, but you have a one of a
kind beauty that will take you as far in life as you want to go. I
want you under contract to us, in case Francine decides at a later
date to pass on your services. If so we will utilize you instead and
be quite happy in doing so.
Don’t
put yourself down, I am proud to have you as an employee, and will do
all I can to continue that relationship for the rest of your life.
Now you three sit down and plan your offer; I can’t wait to see
what you come up with. She told us all goodbye and hung up.”
We
sat around the table and just stared at each other. This is so far
above real life; I felt like I had to pinch myself to make sure I am
not dreaming. Two minutes later an email came with all the guidelines
mentioned so we could formulate our deal. We spent another three
hours starting to put together a deal. All of us wanted to sleep on
it, then maybe fine tune it in the morning. If it all comes together,
we can call Francine and see when we can present it to her.
The
employment contract came through about an hour later, and I was
floored at the terms of the deal. I tried to assure Beth and Nan that
I wasn’t worth that much, but they poo-pooed that comment. Beth, in
particular, trying to get me to see that my looks are worth
everything to me, be proud you have them and take advantage of your
good fortune.
“I
may look pretty, but to have to live the life of a female to take
advantage of them is not all it is cracked up to be.”
Beth
swats my arm, you mean to tell me that we are something less because
we live the female life every day.
I
lower my head right away no that is not what I mean. “I am a male
and have lived that life for twenty something years. Now, all of a
sudden it is necessary for me to abandon that life and live as a
female, a life I know very little of.”
“I
am scared to death, of being able to do it and also scared if I am
able to perform that miracle. What is to happen to me in a few years?
What do I do about meeting someone, what about kids, there is just
too much that I am afraid of?” All of the scenarios I had
envisioned became real, and I cried for quite some time. Beth had to
redo my makeup several times to hide the raccoon eyes. We managed to
get to a stopping point and decided to head home and meet here in the
morning. That way we could confirm our proposal and then talk to
Francine about when to meet up.
As
we left the office, I lagged behind, while busy my thoughts remained
upbeat, but at home, I feared the worse. I finally got up the nerve.
“Beth can you stay with me tonight? I knew it is wrong of me to
ask, but the fear of being alone with my thoughts scares me more.”
She told me to follow her home; there we could talk some more and
decide what to do about this evening. We stopped at a taco place, and
she made me go in and purchase the items to take home for dinner.
I
was scared to death to confront someone looking like a female, a
pretty one according to Beth. Beth wouldn’t cut me any slack; she
saw me trying to pull back from everything, the opposite of what I
should be doing. So according to her, the pretty female needs to buy
dinner, an easy task for an attractive woman. My good luck again, a
guy waited on me his eyes never leaving my breasts. Male attention
was the last thing I wanted, but with this body and face, I would be
receiving it, the point that Beth is trying to make to me. I tried
not to look directly at him, instead looking at some of the other
females waiting to be served.
I
noticed them staring at me, whispering among themselves, as they
waited. I am suddenly worried that they have seen through my
disguise, but the opposite is apparently the fact. Then one of the
girls approached me and asked if I was a model. I told her not yet,
but she complimented me on my looks, telling me that my beauty is
outstanding, and wanting to know what makeup I used. I told her it is
new, not yet on the market, but it shouldn’t be long until she can
purchase the items.
Then
I had to interface with the guy again, giving him my money and
picking up the order. As I looked at the receipt I noticed something
written on the receipt; it is his phone number and name. Geez, one
day in makeup and I am being hit on. We made the rest of the trip to
Beth’s without further incident. The food is taken in, and Beth
dragged me back to her bedroom. She went through her chest of drawers
and pulled a nightie out for me. She told me to get undressed and put
the nightie on, leave the panties and bra on; you might feel more
comfortable with them on since the jiggling and weight of the breasts
most likely will be distracting to you.
I
started toward the bathroom, but she stopped me. “You are a girl
just like me, so there is no need for any modesty here.” I thought
about it for a minute then started getting undressed; she is right,
but the full impact of the last few days has not made its intrusion
into my brain yet. I managed the change, then headed to the bathroom
to take care of necessities. Beth had given me a new toothbrush, also
a hair brush for me to brush my hair with. I didn’t pick it up;
then Beth told me one of the requirements for a female is to brush
her hair every day, at least a hundred strokes. Since I am now a
young woman that starts now.
I
took the brush and set on the edge of the bed brushing my hair,
allowing Beth the use of the bathroom. She finished then dragged me
to the kitchen. Apparently, I wasn’t brushing properly, a task she
would take care of. We set at the breakfast bar and consumed our
tacos, along with some iced green tea. I had never had it before, but
would drink more in the future, just something about the taste that
set well with me.
After
eating, we moved to the living room where I was seated on the floor
in front of a love seat. Beth then made me reposition myself with my
legs to the side, keeping my assets more modest. She sat on the love
seat behind me and started brushing my hair with long smooth strokes
from my scalp to the ends of my hair. It felt so good; I was lost in
thought, not realizing when she had stopped.
We
exchanged places then I started brushing her hair. Even that is
enjoyable to me. I could see some advantages to the life of a female,
this definitely one of them. She had brought some of her creams for
the face, and she cleaned off my makeup, then I did hers. I felt so
close to her, such a simple task and somehow it meant so much more to
me. After moisturizing, we got comfortable on the love seat with our
legs curled to the side. She asked if I had calmed down some, my
reply eventually leaving my mouth.
“It
still seems like a dream, unfortunately, a dream that I am the star
of this time around. It is a golden opportunity for all of us, but me
out in front of everybody as a gorgeous female maybe more than I can
handle. I have seen how I look, I don’t doubt what everybody is
saying about me, I am just not sure I can do what is expected of me.
I also don’t want to cause you guys to miss a golden opportunity
because I can’t or won’t do something. If it didn’t involve
living as a female full time, I might be more receptive, my years as
a male just making all of this so much harder.”
Beth
comforted me, telling me that I just needed a couple of days to think
everything through. Maybe if I lived the life of a female for several
days, no male persona allowed, I might see things differently. The
more we talked about it, the more the idea seemed to have some merit.
We decided on a week as a female, starting with a feminine name,
seven days in full female clothing doing things that a female would
do and how a female would do them. No exceptions and no wavering on
any situations. A true experience for what it is like for a female.
We
cuddled in bed for quite some time; she was going to go to her own
bed, but I asked her to stay with me. I felt isolated in this
scenario, needing some contact with a person to remind me that I am
not alone. We drifted off to sleep, the alarm in the morning breaking
the sleep cycle. Beth advised me on what my normal female routine
would be, and I headed off for the bathroom. The seven days as a
female starting now.
I
did my regular activities, then a few new ones. “Now you sit to
pee, a requirement for any female. Also, some type of cream is to be
kept on your face at all times, even if there is no makeup present.
Next, hair is to be always styled before much of anything else is
attempted. Unless it is a stay at home day, you should always be
dressed appropriately now that you are representing the female
gender. You have areas of extreme interest to the male gender, and
these need to be covered appropriately at all times.”
I
completed my to-do list, then made my way to her kitchen. Nan has
arrived, and I am hugged tightly in a loving embrace. Beth made us a
little breakfast mainly fruit, and some leftover pastries. They had
already set up the dining room as a work area, with pencils and pads
scattered around for our use. We got comfortable around the table,
all three of us dressed as we were yesterday. The girls had changed
shirts, but since I had no clothes that would fit other than what I
received at the salon my choices were non-existent.
We
took the email from corporate and tried to apply it to our
circumstances. We decided to use the higher levels of profit at first
since we knew we might have to give some to get a signed deal. It
seemed to us that Francine was pretty smart, her business dealings
alone, a true representation of her ability and skill. So we figured
in some wiggle room at those prices. She wanted us to be the
distributor for the product and ship to the salons as needed. We
added that into the figures making sure, we were covered in the deal.
We
made up suggested products and colors, based on a variety of
customer’s skin tones and coloring. Then Nan suggested we offer
special starter kits, in different color schemes for most of her
customers. Maybe a better way to introduce our product to her
customers. These would be offered at a special price, an introductory
offer as such. With that, all accomplished, at least until we began
negotiations we reverted to the discussion of what to charge for my
services.
I
was not comfortable talking about it, imagine my services being sold
to a company for their use to promote a product. I listened to the
two girls discuss the best way to package my services, they
eventually settled on a weekly fee, based on up to seventy hours of
work. They did apply a limit to three weeks a month, the other week
for me to do as I wanted. I nixed it originally, but they reminded me
that long hours under the camera and lights, plus constant makeup
applications would require some time for me to decompress.
The
weekly fee was for total hours worked, travel time to out of state
locations will be included in the hourly limitation. We discussed
everything again, then having confidence that we had it right sent a
copy to corporate. Nan called Francine and told her it would be
Monday before we could see her, due to the fact that we needed
corporate approval. It is not a problem; she would have dinner
prepared and waiting for us at seven tomorrow evening. She suggested
we dress formally since females usually enjoyed a chance to dress up.
I was listening to the conversation on speaker, and tried to protest,
but Beth quickly agreed to the proposal for all of us. Great, one
more step down the path to where I don’t want to go.
Madison
must live at the office since she emailed us back with her approval.
We had mentioned that we purposefully made the prices a little high,
so we could negotiate some. She agreed and asked if we had set up a
meeting. Nan emailed the details of the dinner invite back to her and
told her we would let her know the outcome of the meeting. We felt a
little pride in what we had accomplished so far, but we knew that
tomorrow would be the deciding factor as to whether we were a success
or not. We did discuss that we should have one spokesperson for the
group so that we didn’t foul up our deal. It was decided we would
think about it and right before the meeting, we would decide who it
was to be.
I
thought we would have an easy day of it tomorrow, but that was
quickly dispelled as Beth told me that we had to get something to
wear for the dinner. I was to go into the office and let everyone
else know the details of the emails and dinner invite, Georgia, and
Cindy in particular. Meanwhile, the girls would go and pick out their
dresses. We would meet for lunch, then go and find me a dress, plus a
visit to the salon to be made pretty.
Georgia
had already been made aware of the discussions by Madison, so I had
only to tell Cindy of what had transpired. Cindy had been busy
preparing some backup materials for our discussions, color charts,
product descriptions and three discs with all of my photographs on
them. Georgia asked if I had signed my contract yet, I was so unsure
of myself, I didn’t know what to do. We talked at length about it
and what we had decided to charge Francine for my services. She
informed me that Madison had made another suggestion this morning on
a recently completed phone call.
That
would be to allow Francine to hire all three of us, a package deal in
effect. The product would be sold to us and as her agents, we could
price and distribute it as she wished. We would be on her payroll,
but interacting with our company as intermediaries, if that would
make the deal more promising for her. As far as the company is
concerned, it had to be a package deal, or they would not sell the
product to us. Georgia told me that might be better for us
individually, we could probably make more money that way. It was a
win for the company, one buyer for the whole line, just split and
shipped to individual locations.
The
decision is up to us; I told her I would bring it up with the girls
as we hunted for an evening gown for me. She could tell it still
bothered me but reassured me that I am doing the right thing. You
will look ravishing and will be able to close the deal with ease.
I
took hours for the girls to find a gown that is appropriate for me.
We hit fifteen stores or more, I lost count around the twelfth store,
trying on three to four gowns in each store really trying on my
patience. Around store ten, I gave in and joined in the hunt for the
perfect dress. Ironically we went back to the first store, buying the
second dress I had tried on.
It
was a figure hugging dress, ankle length, in a silver lame type of
material. In it, I knew I would be noticed, in fact, there would be
no doubt of my presence in any room. The color of the dress went with
my platinum blonde hair perfectly. It required a strapless bra, and a
corset to enhance the waist. I asked them repeatedly if I couldn’t
just buy a size larger, but was told that is never done by a female.
On
to the salon for our beauty enhancing, each of us with a different
technician. My hair was set in curlers, apparently an up do is the
style for me tonight. Makeup done to perfection, new nail polish,
this time a burgundy red in color, then over to have my hair dried. A
thirty minute stint under the hair dryer, then my hair do was coaxed
into shape.
One
look in the mirror, Jamie was here to stay. We had brought our
dresses, so we slipped into them, checked our appearance again and
then left.
The
drive out to Francine’s took us about an hour, mainly because of
traffic. She lived in a modest house, most likely an older ranch
house that had been redone both inside and out. It had a few acres
around it, making it somewhat secluded. The grounds were all natural,
a blend of native plants and shrubs. This time of year the azaleas
and rhododendrons were in bloom, the bright pink and red blooms mixed
with a scattering of white blooms making a stunning show.
Francine
met us at the door, inviting us in and leading us to the dining room.
It was an elegant table decked out in silver and china, with crystal
glasses reflecting the lights of an overhead crystal chandelier. We
were introduced to Heidi, her assistant, and companion in the
business. White wine was served, in some of the crystal glasses as
the food was brought out of the kitchen. When they finished the table
was full, lots of culinary delights to tantalize the taste buds. Here
I am in a restricting corset that is cutting me in half, with all of
this food surrounding me, green with envy.
I
nibbled during the meal; that was all I could manage with the
restrictive clothes. We talked about everything, both Heidi, and
Francine giving us some of their histories. Heidi told us some the
history of the salons, and how it has grown to the level it stands
out now. Two hundred and eight branches now, about half franchises
and the rest owned by Francine. That is not counting their specialty
venues and other businesses.
When
all of us were finished, we moved to her office, and I gathered my
materials to make the presentation. I had drawn the short straw, I
don’t think either of the girls wanted to do it, so it became my
responsibility. I set all of my pertinent displays up and started on
the presentation. I covered the product, the shipping, the custom
colors possible, everything but how we figured into the deal. As I
started on that portion of the discussion, Francine stopped me.
“Before
we go further I have a proposal for you. I want your product, but
more importantly, I want you, Jamie, to do the modeling for the whole
campaign, I have some in-house advertising already in place, but it
is one of my franchise owners that is handling it. Something of this
magnitude would put a considerable burden on her. How about I hire
you three to handle the whole operation. One needs to be concerned
with Jamie’s schedule, booking it and making sure she is there. The
orders would come to you from my salons, and my wholesale beauty
supply, requiring one of you to place them with your company and
arrange adequate shipping.”
“Of
course, Jamie just needs to look pretty and be sociable in her
personal appearances. The three of you will make all the decisions
about colors, a product addition or ones to phase out. I will pay you
accordingly to your work, with a bonus for outstanding sales. Since
Jamie is out in front of the camera, and public I think her pay
should reflect that. I have scribbled some figures on a piece of
paper, each of you take a look at it and let me know if the salary is
adequate. Our fringe benefits are in line with most major companies.
Medical, paid vacation, 401, sick days, and a huge discount on
clothing and accessories from our stores. Of course, free beauty
treatments at any of our locations. Since Jamie will be representing
us her clothes will be free; I am sure she will be kindly and loan
you a particular outfit if desired.”
When
she handed the paper to Beth, she took in a large breath of air; she
handed it to Nan, who did the same thing. I was next and when I saw
the figure I fainted. I awoke to Heidi holding a cool cloth to my
forehead. I looked around the room, seeing the smiles on the girl’s
faces, then over to Francine. She was telling me that I was a
hard-nosed negotiator. Apparently, the figures were not adequate for
us so her final offer is I will increase those figures by twenty
percent. All three of us shouted deal, then went into a fit of
giggles.
Her
figures were almost twice what we were making, the benefits similar,
but the discounts on clothes made her benefits much more desirable. I
knew we had been manipulated, the fact that Georgia mentioned us
possibly working for Francine and her bringing up the offer just too
much of a coincidence. I asked Francine directly when she talked to
Madison. Both girls are looking at me like I am nuts, Beth mouthing
not now to me.
Francine
smiled, beauty and brains too, we will get along together
fantastically. “I had called her early this morning, and we had
talked about a lot of things.” She was not trying to side step our
authority, but she has not gotten where she is today by being bashful
or afraid of stepping on toes. Madison laid it out for Francine; we
had to go as a package, or there would be no deal. Go with their
proposal or hire them as a group and we will sell to your company,
otherwise no deal. She and Heidi worked up the proposal this
afternoon, hoping we could convince you to join our ranks. You will
report to me although Heidi will help oversee your operation and make
sure you have adequate cooperation from our side.
We
talked at length about how to make the transition smoothly, and when
our employment actually starts. Francine suggested that we stay the
night, she had enough bedrooms for everybody; then we could talk at
length tomorrow morning, setting up a schedule for the next few
weeks.
The
next morning after a delicious breakfast of fruit and some lo-cal
pastries we adjourned to her office to plan the transition. Francine
is anxious to get things rolling, as soon as our company can produce
the product she wanted it in her salons. It was decided that Beth
would handle me, arranging for and keeping me prompt for appointments
and appearances. Nan would coordinate orders and turn them into
Cindy, who would see that the company fulfilled the orders quickly.
Francine
told me that I needed to return to the salon and get the more
permanent appliances, and the rest of my beauty treatments. Then two
to three weeks to get used to everything before I started promoting
the product. She told Beth that she had several salons, whose
business is off the charts and she wanted us visiting those salons
during the three week period. Talk to the stylists, let them make
some makeup applications on Jamie to see how good the product is and
work with the managers on initial orders. Heidi had made the call to
the local salon, and I am booked for the entire day tomorrow,
temporary female now to be more permanent.
Heidi
got our bank account information from us, telling us our first check
for wages will be deposited in our accounts by tonight, then handing
us company credit cards for expenses and travel. When I glanced at
mine it is in Jamie’s name; Heidi asking if that is alright. I
nodded my head; I will have to change the name on my account today.
We had a nice lunch then all of us went our separate ways.
Nan
went back to the office to get with Cindy and set everything up on
their end, Beth and I made our way to her apartment to change
clothes; I definitely needed something else to wear. Beth told me
that since we were almost the same size she had several outfits I
could wear as we spent the day shopping. After changing clothes and
freshening our makeup, we stopped at my bank first. A young lady
asked how she could help me, and I tried to explain the situation. I
mentioned that there would be a check to be deposited into my account
later today, and this is why I needed the change. She asked who is
issuing the check, and I told her Turnabout Gurl Salon. Well, that
changed things, and she excused herself for a moment. She returned
with another lady in tow.
She
introduced herself as the assistant manager and told me the changes
would be made immediately. Turnabout Gurl Salon apparently had one of
their corporate accounts there, and anything that Francine said went
without questioning. I giggled a little, a name change at a bank that
is usually a big deal, just handled like it is a normal everyday
occurrence. I was sure when we entered that I would have to get a
court order to be able to change my name, but tried anyway, just to
see what would be required of me.
We
next spent time shopping for some clothes, mainly underwear, since
the salons would furnish most of the rest of my clothes. We had three
large bags full already when I asked Beth if we could rest for a
while. I know that a female’s fondest desire is shopping, but this
male is so out of condition for anything like the level that Beth is
pursuing. I must have tried on fifty outfits that day, modeling each
for her to make comments on. The bras and panties were handled in the
dressing room, but slips, corsets, and nightgowns were done in their
private sales areas.
On
more than one occasion I was asked if I did professional modeling,
the ladies sure they recognized me from some magazine or TV ad. Beth
smiled but stayed silent, leaving me to figure out something to say
to the ladies. At the end of the shopping, we were approaching the
car, when she came around to my side of the car, all excited. “Can
I get your autograph, miss?” She collapsed into a giggle fit, I had
to stand there for several minutes before she regained her composure
enough to unlock the doors so I could retreat, red faced as usual,
into the car.
I
begged off getting together tonight, the last several day’s
activities really getting to me. I wanted nothing more than to
retreat to my apartment and just vegetate for the evening. Beth
dropped me off, after we had stopped to get some take out for me. I
was not sure I could face any more people as Jamie, nothing bad
happened today, but I felt my nerves were tighter than a bow string.
I
plopped myself down in my kitchen consuming my tacos and burrito,
savoring the taste and thinking of all the crazy things that have
happened in the last few days. Our group is a success, now working
for Francine handling the new line of makeup. Our finances much
better off, and out futures looking quite bright. After cleaning up
my mess, I stood and walked in my heels over to the garbage. My
heels, a week ago that thought would have never entered my mind. The
heels just a part of the changes that I have embraced and have to go
through in the upcoming days. Wearing them all day, I was getting
used to walking in them my butt swaying way too much in my opinion.
I
walked to the bedroom, slipped out of my clothes and proceeded to the
bathroom to take a shower. I changed my mind when I remembered my
hair, now a bath would be the way to clean myself. I adjusted the
water until I had it right and slipped into the steaming water. I
could feel the tension fade some, wondering what it would be like to
use bath salts in my water. I laid there, lost in thought, feeling
the day’s tensions evaporating.
I
finally removed my nearly prune looking body from the bath, dried
myself off and made my way to the bedroom. I searched the bags we had
bought today, taking out a bra, a pair of panties, and a nightie. The
movement of my false breasts really disturbing, a constant remainder
of their presence. It did feel much better with them captured in the
cups of the bra. The panties also helped, so soft and caressing. The
nightie though made the biggest difference, as it slid down my body,
I shivered at the feelings it created. I could swear my nipples got
hard on my fake breasts, I know the shivers that racked my body were
real. The feelings lasted more than just a moment, I realized I had
closed my eyes, the feelings making my mind work harder to process
them.
I
did finally calm down some, making my way to the bed. I slipped under
the covers, picking up a book on the nightstand to read for a while.
I don’t think I ever got the book open, the next morning when I
awoke the book was by my side, sliding out of my hands during the
night. I don’t remember any dreams, the nightie still giving me
shivers as I slipped out of bed heading to the bathroom. After using
the toilet, I brushed my teeth and tried to run a brush through my
hair. Lesson learned, my hair has to be put up or braided, otherwise
it is a matted tangled mess in the morning. It took me fifteen
minutes to get a brush through it, eventually getting it into a
ponytail for the day.
I
slipped into a light yellow sweat suit, not remembering what is on
the schedule for today. I made my way to my kitchen, finding some
granola bars to nibble on. I am not a coffee drinker, so a diet drink
is my choice for this morning. Beth rings the doorbell next, and I am
quickly gathered up and taken to the salon. She will pick some
clothes for me in their boutique while I am getting transformed into
the female sex. This time for the foreseeable future.
It
was something I needed to do, but I still had reservations. It is
such a big step to abandon my male persona, now my future hinging on
being the female me. Makeup sexy hairstyles, dresses, fancy lingerie
just a part of my future life, a life in the female gender.
In
the salon I am stripped of my clothes, then laid on a table, as the
techs start working on me. My glued on breast forms are removed then
another cream is used to remove my hair from my body, this time the
treatment will kill any future hair growth. Thirty minutes later I am
smoother than before, it is amazing how fast body hair grows. I guess
growing a beard is out in the future, although I am not sure I would
want to if I could. Along with the few facial hairs my eyebrows are
done away with, the look of my face quite feminine without any
eyebrows.
I
was handed a mirror several times, so that I can see what they are
doing to me. Each time I am amazed at the changes in my appearance. I
wonder now with the changes how I will look in the makeup. Before I
still looked like a male somewhat, but now before they even start the
image is of a young attractive female. My James persona is gone for
good, I fear. Maybe that is for the best, the amount of success Jamie
is having far exceeds all my previous accomplishments in my former
male life.
I
received two more piercings in my ears, now having a total of three.
The dangling earrings added to the lower holes felt wonderful, as
those earrings brushed my neck when I turned my head. The other two
holes held studs, both in a diamond like stone. I always had larger
ears in my opinion, but the multiple earrings seemed to make my ears
look more delicate and dainty.
A
conditioning cream is applied to the tender skin where my breast
forms had been. I raised my hands to the empty chest, it felt weird
without them, like something important had been taken away from me.
Next a large machine is brought into the room and positioned over the
table I am on, the hoses are swinging to and fro. Two clear plastic
breast like forms are placed over my nipples and secured to my chest
with adhesive. The hoses were hooked up to the forms after a fatty
like solution is added to the forms. I watched in fascination as to
what this machine would do to me, when the tech started it up. My
loose breast tissue being sucked up into the cups gave me a fairly
accurate indication of what the machine planned to do to me. I looked
at the size of the cups, hoping that the intent was not to fill the
cups to their fullest. If so, I would indeed be a buxom female.
To
keep my mind occupied someone is working on my toes, along with my
fingernails, I could see out of the corner of my vision that my nails
were being extended, the new length quite a bit longer than I have
ever allowed them to grow in the past. I couldn’t see what is being
done to my toes, the machine and the cups blocking my vision. I could
feel something wet being applied to them, after they had cleaned the
old polish off. The smell of acetone a telltale sign that the old
polish had been removed.
When
I had accompanied my mother as a kid to her beauty shop appointments,
I remembered the acetone smell, always making my nose hurt as it
assaulted my nostrils. Those times were special to me, to be with my
mother, sharing her tasks and her actions. My dad and I were never
close, his work far more important to him than his child. But with
Mom, we shared everything, her life an open book to me. She taught me
how to cook, a skill that I have used often, but sadly only for
myself.
Next
their attention was focused on my hair, washed and conditioned then
set in curlers. A spray was used to wet the hair in the curlers, then
time under a dryer to set the curls. All the time the machine was
still attached to the forms on my chest, following me as I was moved
to the hair dryer. After the hair dryer kicked off, the curlers were
removed and my new style brushed out. Beth there to see how it was
styled, she would make sure I was presentable enough to make the trip
to the salon in the future, where the techs would make sure I looked
perfect.
Finally the breast pump was cut off, the cups now filled. The hoses
were detached and a hair dryer taken to the forms on my chest. The
cups had filled to the brim, the heat from the dryer making the forms
less rigid and more flexible. I was told the forms stay on,
eventually dissolving away leaving two quite good sized breasts in
their absence. As I moved my arms around a little, I found my new
chest adornments always in the way. But if the arm just glanced over
the nipple, my own little nubbins became instantly erect and
sensitive. This was still with the cup that was used to form the
breast still somewhat evident.
Then
it was time for the makeup, most of the techs that did not have
customers got to apply some of it to me, their exuberance about its
feel and ease of application sure to make the new line a success.
Seven hours after I entered the salon this morning I was pronounced
done, Beth bringing me clothes to wear out. I saw a smirk on her
face, the items she picked out ultra girly, heavy in lace, ribbons,
and bows, all in pastel colors. The skirt was skin tight, walking in
the skirt sure to be a difficult feat. Then we have the heels that
she showed up with, five inch heels, tight enough that I had to wear
stockings so that they would fit me. Of course, with the stockings I
had to have a garter belt, ivory lace to match the rest of my
underwear. I would definitely not be walking far, my legs already
aching some just standing in the heels. The salon had lots of clothes
and shoes, Beth just having some fun, wanting me to experience some
of the little known subtleties of being a female. Believe me I was
experiencing them.
As
we left the salon that day my future life was to be embraced. Beth
and I become closer, her caring for me and watching out for me
brought us closer. A year later we married, a quickie wedding in
Vegas all of my friends and business associates in attendance. I tour
the salons three weeks a month, the fourth week is used to unwind and
relax. Beth and I often find an out of the way place to visit, but
even in these out of the way places I am asked for my autograph or if
I will pose for a picture with them.
The
cosmetic line is a huge success, over a hundred and twenty items in
the line now. Next week we are adding the companion nail polish line,
eighty-five colors in the initial offering.
I
have become used to the female life, forgetting about my life as a
male so long ago. Face of a model, life of a female, a lover to share
life with, lots of friends, a nearly perfect life, my life now.
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2016 thru 2024 by Francesca