Daisy: Female Or Sissy

Daisy: Female Or Sissy

I was in a quandary as to what I could do to escape the predicament I found myself in. I hated school so when I found out that I had failed to pass my sophomore year I just quit going to school. I was supposed to take my report card home, get it signed and then take it back to the school. I forged Mom’s signature, returned it to school and then made the decision to just ditch the rest of my classes for the year. It was only for a few days, as the teachers were wrapping things up and giving makeup tests for those that had missed the end of the year test.

Mom didn’t find out till three weeks later when a truant officer came to visit. I had spent my days holed up in an arcade at the local mall. I looked old enough for most people to ignore me, so was able to get by. Playing video games all day is not what it is cracked up to be, but school I hated and going home ran the chance of running into Mom. I knew I was playing a dangerous game, if caught I would be in so much trouble.

When I returned home that day I could tell Mom was pissed, but she didn’t enlighten me as to why. I made myself a couple of sandwiches and went to my room. I turned on my computer, then stuffed my face, eventually falling asleep on my bed, still fully clothed.

When I awoke the next morning my Aunt Laura was standing over me. She pulled me to my feet, told me to take a shower, then swatted my butt hard. Laura scared me, where my Mom was easy to get along with, her sister Laura was strictly no nonsense. They got along fairly good with each other, although we didn’t see Laura often. When she did show up, it was usually to straighten out a problem, a problem that Mom couldn’t handle. I was worried why she was here, hopefully not because of me and what I have done.

Mom was my only parent since Dad skipped out on us years ago. Other than getting Mom pregnant he was a non-entity, although when caught he paid some child support, that is until he vanished again. Mom’s lawyer spent countless hours tracking him down. This required Mom to work several part time jobs to keep a roof over our heads. I appreciated all Mom did for us, but life sucked and school in particular. I knew I was not going anywhere after high school, that is if I ever finished high school. At the moment, that decision was already made as far as I was concerned, school is just not worth it.

I did as she asked dropping my clothes on the bathroom floor as I stepped into the shower. I was worried why Aunt Laura was here, my usual shower activity got postponed, maybe I can correct the situation later. When I emerged my clothes were gone, not even a towel to cover myself up with. I peeked around the door, not seeing my aunt, then running to my bedroom, dripping water as I went. As I entered I noticed all of my drawers pulled out of the dresser and my closet doors wide open. Other than a few hangers the closet was empty, along with my dresser. I looked to my bed, figuring a sheet would do to hide my naked body to find it bare. Not a single item to cover myself up with, even the pillow cases were gone.

My aunt came through the bedroom door, stopped and looked at me. Her stare is unnerving, like I said before she terrifies me. I tried to cover myself, being naked in front of my aunt had me shaking and embarrassed. I was told to sit on the edge of the bed, as she pulled up a chair to face me. She did close my bedroom door before she got comfortable on the chair. I did my best to cover my penis, sitting naked in front of your aunt is not the best confidence builder. In fact, I was so sacred I was almost to the point of throwing up, my stomach doing the rumbling thing to the extreme.

“Well Mark, we seem to have a problem. A certain young man has decided that he no longer needs to go to high school. That has caused the school district to send someone to inquire about him since you were supposed to be in summer school because of your grades. Your Mom was here when they came, quite a surprise when she found out that you were skipping school. Then there is the problem of you flunking all of your classes, meaning that you will have to take the whole sophomore year over again. Then when I got involved I found numerous notes sent to your Mom about class disruption, defacing school property and bullying. The facts that those notes never arrived home, another serious problem, Then we have you forging your Mom’s signature on your last report card, I sometimes wonder about your intelligence.

“To keep from the state taking you from your Mother because it is obvious she can’t control you, I have been assigned as your guardian. That means you do what I say and when I say it. Now you are coming with me, to see if I can straighten you out.” I looked down at my naked body, asking her for some clothes. “I think I can help you with that. Turn around and raise your arms up.” I did and felt her slide something over my arms to settle over my body. She zipped up the back and I heard a click.

I looked down and screamed, she had put me in a dress. I tried to reach the zipper, to get it loose enough so that I could get it back over my head. The top of the zipper wouldn’t budge, the dress fitting tight against my chest and stomach wouldn’t let me grab it. I could not move it either up or down to get at the zipper. Laura took a paddle and started swatting my butt hard, there being nothing but the thin dress between my skin and the paddle. I never saw where she got the paddle or the dress, but she had obviously came prepared. I tried to evade her, but she ended up cornering me between the dresser and the bathroom door. I tried to use my hands to protect myself, but the paddle landing on them convinced me to not try that again. I cursed, then cried, then pleaded with her to stop. She did for a minute, telling me to stand still, with my hands at my sides.

She approached placing a collar around my neck, a leash dangling from the collar. The click as it fastened together sounded ominous. I started to protest, one swing of the paddle stopped that action instantly. I was led from the house to her car, blushing red but fearing what may happen if I disobeyed. As we passed the garbage can at the edge of the driveway, I saw most of my male clothes piled in it, not a good sign of things to come. I never saw Mom as I was put in Laura’s car, apparently I was on my own with her. That is not a comforting thought.

I was nearly naked, a thin lacy dress the only thing on my body. The collar had quite an impact on me, I somehow felt unable to fight back anymore. My butt was still hurting where she had swatted it as I sat on the back seat. Having no underwear on made it much worse. To think I was reduced to tears so fast, a young man of sixteen years of age put in his place by my Aunt, a female and much smaller than me.

It was about two hours to Laura’s house, I remained quiet the entire trip, my ego the most damaged part of my psyche right now. Within a few minutes I had been stripped, paddled and dressed as a girl my fighting back getting me absolutely nowhere. Laura was quite a bit smaller than me, at least six inches shorter, but something about her made me feel uneasy, lacking any confidence in my ability to stand up to her.

Once we got to her house I was led upstairs to her daughter’s bedroom, then she removed the dress leaving me there in front of her stark naked. The collar was left on, but the leash removed. As she stepped right in front of me, I was told you can take a nap, since your first appointment is not till tomorrow morning. All the clothes here should fit you, to leave this room you have to be dressed appropriately. That means for food, to get a drink or to use the bathroom. I have closed circuit TV throughout the house, so when you leave the room I will be able to see how you are dressed. I would suggest that you accept your fate for a few weeks, trying to leave the house or fighting this will only make things worse, much worse.

I have legally changed your name, Mark is no longer, we need something sissyish for your name now. If this type of behavior continues I will see to it that you are sent to school dressed in clothes appropriate for a ten year old girl and in the appropriate grade for that age. That means back to the fourth grade, not a place that I think you will like. Now think about all of this, then come downstairs later dressed as a young female and we will have dinner together. She turned and left, closing the door behind her. I stood there in shock, she can’t do this to me, there has to be some law that forbids it.

Then I remembered that she used to work for social services, actually a supervisor for half the state. I presume that is how she became my guardian, knowing enough people to make it happen. I loved Mom, but she was clueless about a young man, so I managed to get away with most everything. That is until now.

I looked around the room, while trying to figure out how I was going to escape. I saw the window and smiled. I went to see if it was locked but the window raised easily, so a possible escape route. I looked out to find a trellis to the side of the window going all the way down to the ground, maybe I can climb down it to safety. When I had my head out the window, I felt a tingling in the collar around my neck. I decided the collar needs to be checked out as I walked over to sit at her daughter’s vanity so I could get a closer look at it in the mirror.

There were no visible seams, just a somewhat thick metal band around my neck with way too many feminine decorations on it. There was jewels, some glitter a couple of ribbon bows and in script the word Sissy. I laid my head down on the vanity and cried. This can’t be happening to me, it just can’t. I tried the window again, not believing that I was trapped in her daughter’s room. As soon as my head was out the window, the tingling started again. I decided to see if it was something temporary or longer lasting. After a minute it became intense, somehow the collar was punishing me for trying to escape. Head back in and the tingling stopped.

I did go over and lay on the bed, naked, a sissy collar on me and nothing but frilly feminine clothes to wear. Even if I managed to escape, naked and a sissy collar around my neck sure to send me right back here. I shed a few tears that afternoon, a first for me. Once on the bed the tears turned to outright sobbing. Then as if things could not get worse I discovered I had to pee. Do I try and sneak to the bathroom, hoping Laura does not see that I am still naked or do I give in and put on some of these horrid clothes?

I was lying on my side, my butt still stinging from the paddling. Moving around to try and get comfortable only made my need to go to the bathroom worse. I walked over to the closet, hoping to find a robe, or maybe a jacket to wear so that I could relieve myself. No such luck and I was getting desperate. Finally I grabbed a dress from the closet, when I had it out so I could see it better I let out a low groan, it was covered in lace, and pink in color making the dress just that much more feminine. It looked like it would fit, but meant for a younger female that was super girly. Although the dress was light pink in color I doubted it could be more feminine. I managed to get it over my head, then had to almost dislocate my arm to get it zipped up. One look in the mirror and I was sick. The need to pee overcame everything and I made my way to the bathroom, looking in the hall for her cameras.

I managed to make it, but barely. I faced the toilet raising the dress so that I could pee. The dress kept slipping down, too much fabric in the skirt for me to hold with one hand. I turned and sat down, the male side of my brain groaning at my caving in so quickly. I was sitting like a female to use the bathroom, with my dress covering part of my legs, a dress that I had picked out and put on myself. Laura had not done a thing to make me do this other than threaten me if I came out of the bedroom without clothes, female ones my only choice. I even took some toilet paper to wipe with, not wanting to lift my skirt to take hold of my penis to shake it, like I usually do. I felt ashamed, a simple thing like using the bathroom and I had caved, donned a dress, then sat like a female would do for such a basic bodily function. All of this only hours after she had taken me from my home.

With my eyes staring at the floor, I walked to the bedroom, feeling a little better, one crisis I managed to live through. Once inside I saw a pair of panties laying on the bed, then the shoes to the side of the bed. I figured it out pretty quickly, any other trips out of the room would require panties and girls shoes. Again not a word said, but the implication concise and clear. I did shed the dress as soon as I got back into my room. I was naked again, after struggling for twenty minutes trying to get the zipper down so I could get out of that damn dress. It felt wrong to be wearing it, I couldn’t get it off soon enough after returning to the bedroom.

Lying there all afternoon I ran different scenarios through my mind, first deciding to go on a hunger strike, I was not putting that dress on again or any other female clothes. Then I started to notice some wonderful smells coming from downstairs. Laura was cooking dinner and it smelled so good. Another hour later I was still naked, but my stomach was growling telling my brain to give up, put on a dress and let’s eat. I took time to look through the entire closet, hoping to find something a little less feminine. Every piece I pulled out only got worse, shorter skirts, plunging necklines and the horrid pink color on most every piece of clothing. All the items were meant for a younger girl or a sissy, then I remembered her telling me that she was going to change my name to something a sissy would call herself. What am I going to do, then the knowledge that there was something to eat downstairs reappeared in my mind, but is it worth it.

There were no new smells, so I figured dinner was ready. If I didn’t show up on time I feared I would miss out entirely. My stomach won out, grabbing the first dress I saw and slipped it on. Again fighting with the zipper and then I noticed the panties still lying on the bed. I picked them up carefully, fearing that putting them on might suddenly turn me into a female for real.

I stepped into them, and started pulling them up my legs. I let out a very un-masculine moan, as they slid past my knees. Breathing became difficult and for a few seconds I actually held my breath. By the time I got them to my waist my penis was rock hard, making the panties stick out obscenely. I tried to think of something else, but the erection persisted. So I made my way back to the bathroom, lowered my panties and jerked off. Believe me it didn’t take long, a few touches of my hand and I was spewing all over the place. Then there was the problem of cleaning up, wet, gooey, and sticky it required more than a few pieces of toilet paper to get it under control and remove the evidence that it had happened.

Back to the bedroom, my face red as a beet, I am sure every drop of blood I had was crammed into the space between my ears. I made sure my male organ was tucked securely between my legs not wanting to have a repeat performance in front of Laura or for her to see what the panties did to me. Even as I did that my male organ started to betray me again, I reached down and grabbed it and squeezed hard, hoping to stop its swelling. I breathed a sigh of relief as I felt it shrink in my hands, so I put it back between my legs and pulled up the panties once again.

A distinct smell still permeated the air so I stopped at her daughter’s vanity and sprayed some perfume on the offending area. Now I smelled so girly, I take it I used too much perfume, since that was all I could smell now.

I started for the door, only to remember the shoes. I picked one up to look at it. Of course, it was a heel, though the heel height looked quite manageable. I slipped it on, somehow it was my exact size. I put the matching one on and started for the door. The heels were affecting how I was walking, they seemed to require me taking smaller steps, my ass swaying back and forth like a lot of the girls at school. I stopped, debating whether to take the shoes off or continue on to dinner. Laura’s calling me to dinner at that very moment, decided for me. I minced off to the stairs and then to the kitchen, for that was what it felt like I was doing. The stairs were a problem, I ended up holding on to the railing with both hands as I made my way down them. I pictured my swaying ass from behind, another surge of blood rushing to my head.

As I entered the kitchen Laura looked at me, scanning my body from head to toe. She came over, picked up my skirt, I presume to make sure I was wearing panties, then hugged me and showed me to the table. I was reluctant to break off the hug, it felt so good. A hug that I have seldom received in the past. It wasn’t because Mom didn’t want to hug me, it was because I never allowed it.

She did comment on my perfume, suggesting that in the future a light mist than walk though it would be more than enough to hide my objectionable odor. Another blush and lots of blood flowing upward. She had figured out what I was trying to cover up instantly, causing me even more embarrassment.

A most delicious plate of food was placed in front of me, waiting to be devoured. She showed me how to sit with a skirt, then made me redo it several times until I got it right. I was to eat with one hand, the other hand to be placed in my lap and left there. Finally I was able to taste some of the food.

There was a delicious roast, potatoes cooked in the juices of the roast, some green beans that she had heard I liked and a bowl of salad. Laura mentioned that the salad had to be eaten too, or there would be no more food for future meals. I screwed up my face and took the first bite, surprised at how good it tasted. The dressing was slightly sweet, making the lettuce and tomatoes slide down my throat a little easier. I actually finished the salad first before moving on to the rest of the meal.

Several times I was told to slow down, there was no hurry and we had plenty of time to eat before I was to help her do the dishes. Well the dishes comment stuck in my craw, but luckily before I made another fatal mistake I remembered how I was dressed and the collar, deciding that I would indeed help her do the dishes. I did think back to earlier today, other than the spanking with the paddle, everything I have done willingly. Her threats, her stupid rules and that damn collar the only pieces of persuasion that were necessary. I dressed in the clothes, took the hint about the panties and shoes and even jerked off while dressed to avoid the obvious reaction of my male organ to the silky panties. I can’t be much of a male if silky panties can turn me on that much.

Then she brings out dessert, my favorite cheesecake. I nearly swoon at the gorgeous site, canned cherries on top of each piece. It is placed in front of me with a caveat. To be able to eat it, I need to wear a nightie to bed tonight. A nightie that she had laid across the back of the chair next to me. I stared at the piece of clothing, up to now I was not even aware that it was lying there. Oh gawd, pink in color and frills adorning the hem of the nightie, so short it will probably only come down to just past my panties. I did catch myself referring to the panties as mine.

I used to visit some porn sites where the girls wore nighties like this, now I will be wearing the same. I looked at the cheesecake, told her I will wear it to bed and then took my first bite of the cheesecake. It was so delicious, melting in my mouth. Then stared back at the nightie, a sacrifice but is it worth the piece of cheesecake. My scheming mind figured I could slip into the nightie, than after she goes to bed I could remove it and sleep in the nude.

I savored the piece of cheesecake, hoping that if I stalled I might be excused the kitchen duties. When I took the last bite, Laura came over helping me to stand and slipped an apron on me. She tied it in a big bow behind my back, then handed me a stack of dishes and pointed to the kitchen. I decided to help her, so far this has not been that bad, the dinner and the dessert really hitting the spot. It went quicker than I had thought, forty minutes later the dishes were done and the kitchen cleaned up. She helped me with the apron, hanging it on hook right inside the kitchen door. I was taken to her den, which she used to use as her office with the nightie laying over my arm. The feel of the satin material and the lace at the hem doing a job on me as I followed her. A subtle remainder of things yet to come.

Shown to a chair and then she sat directly opposite, facing me. “I will tell you exactly what I am doing to you and why. Your behavior has been unsatisfactory, both in school and at home. Your Mom has bent over backwards to see that you had a nice home and a decent education. To this you deceived her, lied to her and failed in your education. Now I enter the picture, I see what you have done, and ended up having to intervene before you got taken from your Mom and put in foster care or juvenile hall. I assure you either of those are much worse than what you will endure with me. I have decided that your male ego is the problem here, so we are going to take away any masculine traits you might have, replacing them with the girliest ones we can find.”

“I am going to start you off as a sissy, a simpering effeminate male dressed in the girliest clothes, makeup and cutest juvenile hairstyles. The collar stays on and I am going to drag you everywhere I go dressed as a Sissy. You will have lots of things done to you to make you look more feminine, but never enough to disguise that you are really a male. None of your treatments are permanent at this time, but failure of you to cooperate with me and I will see you end up as a simpering effeminate female for the rest of your life. That is not a threat but a promise. You will not be allowed to waste your life and end up in prison or dead.

It all starts tomorrow morning so I suggest that you decide to cooperate, otherwise life might become very difficult for you. Take your nightie and get ready for bed, I will be up to tuck you in shortly.”

I made my way to my bedroom, struggled to get the zipper down on the dress, then slipped it off. I left it lying on the floor where it fell, then decided that might not set well with Laura, picked it up and put it back on a hanger. Then looked more closely at the nightie, swallowed hard and let it slide down over my shoulders. Again the feeling of the silky material causing all kinds of eruptions all over my body, the least of which was a ton of goose pimples.

I managed to slip under the covers, moaning again as I discovered they were satin sheets, feeling cool to the touch and awfully erotic. Laura entered the bedroom shortly after that, I got a hug and the covers were tucked in around me. Then she slid two mittens over my hands, locking them at my wrist. She smiled at me. “I saw that look on your face earlier, however I have had a lot of experience with young males, so I know what has to be done.” Pulling back my covers she then took a silky scarf, wrapped it around my penis and snugged it loosely but not loose enough to fall off. She replaced my covers, making sure the sheets were tucked under my body. I was kissed on the forehead as she left the room after turning off the lights.

Oh gawd, why did she have to do that, every movement caused the scarf to slide on my penis, keeping me erect and frustrated all night long. The nightie added the rest of the frustrations necessary to make me miserable, followed closely by the satin sheets. I was doomed, in a few simple steps she had made me that simpering sissy. Those damn mittens prevented me escaping my predicament, every time I tried to use the mittens to slide off the scarf, they just slid over the scarf, doing nothing to help me escape the silky feelings. My fingers were useless within the mittens, fused together and unable to do anything. I was to discover the mittens were also lined in silk, just moving my fingers a little sending more unwanted feelings to my overworked mind.

I was not rested the next morning, only gaining a few brief periods of sleep mixed in with the almost constant frustration I endured all night. I had to use the bathroom again, now an almost impossible task with the mittens secure on my hands. I had to find Laura to take off my scarf, then hurried to the toilet to pee. I did manage to get a wad of toilet paper to blot off the extra moisture, but it took forever with the mittens still on my hands. As I returned to the room, a leash was secured to my collar and I was led out of the house, in just the nightie and a pair of panties. I was going to protest the action, but maybe what she will come up with might be worse than what I am enduring now. I was humiliated, embarrassed, outside of the house in nothing but a nightie and being led by a leash attached to my collar. Put into the passenger seat of her car, the seat belt fastened securely and my leash wrapped around the head rest on the seat.

It was a short drive to my appointment, when we pulled up in front of the salon, I let out a groan. True to her word, I was being feminized, but not sure how much. From the look of the place, they were quite capable of almost anything, even at this ungodly hour the place was packed. I was released from the seat and led into this bastion of femininity. As we walked to the reception desk I was stared at, then came the giggling and laughter. Bright red again, I doubt my face will ever return to a normal color.

Laura told the receptionist that Daisy was here for her appointment, handed her the leash and left, walking right out to her car and then driving away. Apparently the name Daisy was my new sissy name. I was alone, scared and feeling quite vulnerable. The young girl took my leash and pulled on it, leading me to a room at the back of the salon. There I was deposited, her giggling a little then telling me that they will be in shortly to work on me. Of course, I was bright red, the embarrassment of being led around by a leash dressed in only a nightie. A few minutes later three ladies came in, looked me over then went to gather what they needed. They were back quickly and started working on me.

I started to say something, but the one lady held up a gag, implying that if I attempted to talk I would be gagged. The words I wanted to say died in my throat. A lady was working on my hands after removing my mittens. Since she was matching nail extensions to each fingernail I presumed that is my fate.

The other lady was working on my toenails, apparently I was to receive bright red polish applied to each and every toenail, a perfect match to my fingernails when finished.

The third lady leaned the chair back a little and started in on my eyebrows. The pain as she plucked out each hair was sharp, although after a few I was able to keep my groans to myself. Part of the incentive to keep quiet was the gag that was still visible on a table to the side of the chair I was in. One look is all that was needed to insure my continued silence. Once the three were done I appeared much more feminine, no doubt about my sissy looks now.

My hair was next, my allowing my hair to get so long not in my favor now. It was cut into a feminine style and then set in curlers. A stint under a dryer and then the curlers were removed and the style was brushed out. I now sported curly pigtails coming down to my shoulders, with bright pink ribbons around each bunch of hair. It was definitely juvenile in looks, maybe something an eight year old might wear.

Looking at my eyebrows I could see that I had very few hairs left, the high arched brow line now quite apparent. Some lipstick was added to my lips, then placed in a purse for me to carry with me. I did receive something to replace the nightie, so short it barely covered my panties. I did eventually came to realize that the panties matched the dress, so they were meant to be seen. I doubt my face will ever return to a normal coloration, the amount of blood now congregated there bound to keep it red forever. Each time I blush the color seems to get richer, never fading much with time.

So dressed and made up to resemble a young sissy, that is how I looked when my Aunt came to retrieve me. The damn leash was reattached to my collar and I was led from the salon. I hoped to be taken back to her home, but as luck would have it I ended up at the largest mall in town. I let out such a huge sigh, Laura giggling at my reaction to our destination. “Behave yourself and do as I say and this will be bearable, fight it and you will be here all day. They do have a daycare facility at the other end of the mall, I could always leave you there as I shop, the girls will love to have you to play with.”

Believe me I was good, her last statement never far from conscious thought. I tried on dresses, got my ears pierced and suffered the exposure to countless other customers and shop assistants. No one was mean to me, I did receive lots of giggles at my looks and actions. After awhile I was able to endure them, at least, I was not alone and Laura was always close by.

It was three long hours later when Laura dragged me from the mall. I kind of had got used to being laughed at, since almost anywhere I had been led there was someone there to appraise my looks and then snicker or laugh at me. Once back home Laura led me to my bedroom removed the leash and helped me get out of the dress. I was helped into a different dress, just as frilly and cute, but much shorter, the hem of the dress not even covering my panties. She grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen where I had to help her prepare dinner.

The dinner was so good, even help fixing it was a dilemma. I wanted to sample things as we prepared the food, but Laura made sure I was focused on preparing it and not on an early snack of the goodies. Finally it was time to partake of the food, although I wanted to gobble it down, I had to sit like a proper young lady and nibble the food. She asked if I enjoyed the visit to the mall, telling me there will be many more such excursions in the coming weeks. That thought kind of lingered till Laura took off my apron, then pulled me to her and hugged me tenderly. I soon was nestled tighter to her, enjoying the hug and her presence.

The day’s events were repeated often. At least two trips out each week to a mall or large department store. Weekly trips to the beauty salon where my curls were refreshed and something new added each time to emphasize my femininity. My body hair was removed, although I had very little to start with, I now had none. My penis was glued to my groin and a silicone female vagina was glued over the top. As that was being done they did something to my penis keeping it from swelling up, now I had a slit like a female but no feelings there at all. Then on the last trip they glued small breast cups to my chest, then hooked hoses to them and started a pump. It was the pump’s job to suck loose tissue into the cups to form small breasts. Like Laura had said earlier enough to make me look like a sissy, but not enough to conceal the fact that I had been a male.

The dresses remained super short, exposing whatever panties I might be wearing and of course the majority of my legs. Always nail polish on my toes and fingernails and visible to all. Lipstick, some mascara, a little rouge for my cheeks but never enough to make me look like a natural born female. I had been with my Aunt for six weeks now, trying to do exactly as she wants and desires.

I had come to the realization that my approach to things in the past was the problem, so regretted my actions those many weeks ago. I asked Laura if there was maybe something else I could do to atone for my past actions. I was almost pleading for anything but what I was subjected to now. I knew I deserved to be treated like a sissy but was trying to think past the next few years. I really did not want to be a sissy for the rest of my life. I was told matter of factly that she would think it over and let me know her decision later. Just like that the subject was tabled till who knows when.

It was a week later and I had just finished the dishes after a delicious dinner that I had to help cook. I was taken to her office and sat in a chair right in front of her desk. I was caught slouching and she made me correct my posture. Then she told me what she had worked out. It was suggested that I listen first to everything before I commented. I was to have one chance at this possible solution to my request and one chance only. If I turned it down there will be no alternatives other than a life as a sissy. This was not what I had envisioned when I asked her for a life other than as a sissy. I had hopes of being returned back to a masculine persona and allowed to make my way in the world, but what she is hinting at is far from that dream.

First you will have to embrace this possible solution completely. That means you will have to do things willingly without being told and as appropriate for what you want. You will have to secure a job in this persona and excel in it so that I can feel confident you might be able to support yourself later in life. You will have to live the life 24/7 for the foreseeable future. No excuses, no shirking of responsibilities and no putting off to another day what needs to be done today. I expect you to buy your own clothes, shoes and any other items you might need for this persona. That includes interacting with society in general and me in particular.

Her next words left a permanent scar on my mind, my escape from sissydom was going to be as a female. Oh gawd, my one chance to escape this life of a sissy is to live the life of a female, 24/7 for the rest of my life. It took a few minutes for my mind to perceive all the different facets of this type of life, getting a job and dressing as a female the first two aspects to invade my mind. Then interacting with society as a female popped up, probably the hardest part of this. Once my mind got to the part of interacting with boys I promptly passed out.

I did come around eventually, the start of a headache making its presence known. Such a decision, keep being a sissy or embrace the female life as a young teenager. Believe me the headache got worse, much worse. Maybe being a sissy will not be that bad, I know I will like and treasure the hugs whenever they are given. But what of my future, an old and graying sissy not the most comforting image to pop into my mind.

I decided life as a female might be preferable, so made the commitment. It was rough for a couple of weeks, as I adapted to the female life style 24/7. I did get more wonderful hugs from Laura, but soon found myself employed as a sales assistant in a clothing store, saving up to replace all the juvenile dresses Laura had made me wear earlier in life. Until I managed that feat, I was kidded often about my attire when showing up for work.

I had to help Laura with meal preparation and cleaning of the house, but I actually looked forward to those times. I even dated some, while I enjoyed being pampered, I don’t think I will be seeking a mate from the male gender. Maybe a female that likes a softer more feminine persona, but that can be handled later in life.

Life as a female, initially terrifying but apparently the right choice for me. Definitely better than as a sissy.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Taffy: Cute Coed Cheerleader

Taffy: Cute Coed Cheerleader

After four years, I had a chance encounter with Christina, a friend from my past. We had been best friends and next door neighbors until her Mother got transferred to her company’s branch office in Texas. Now they were back, not next door, but in the same neighborhood a little over a half mile away. Her Mother was now the new CEO of the company, their corporate offices here in town. Christina was registering for college here, along with several of her girlfriends, when I ran into her.

I was greeted enthusiastically, maybe a little too much so. The kiss lasted for a couple of minutes, her girlfriends giggling away at the time. I knew a couple of them from before, Christina introducing the newest additions to me. It turns out they were all cheerleaders for the school, except Christina, and they were encouraging her to try out for the squad.

She locked arms with me and we spent the afternoon together. At first the girls seemed a little hostile towards me, a male interrupting their girl time. After a couple of hours, we were all having quite a good time, with me seeming to fit right into their female clique. We walked around the campus, the current students showing us where everything was located.

After registration and the tour, they wanted to go to the mall, so since I had a car, I ferried them all to the local mall. I say local mall, but it was more the size of one of the regional malls. Five anchors, and about one hundred and fifty boutique stores. I doubted the girls missed any stores that afternoon.

Christina started the teasing, holding up a dress to me in one of the anchor stores. “Oh this will look so good on you, why don’t you slip into the changing room and try it on.” My mouth was open clear to my knees, backing up and trying to retreat to a spot further away from her. Her girlfriends were right behind me, each grabbing an arm to stop any further retreat. I must have turned numerous shades of red, I seriously doubted any more blood could invade my upper torso. I felt my whole body was red, a deep red from the faint feeling that was beginning to overtake me.

They steered me to the ladies rest room, it had a large lounge with couches and I was laid there on one of them, and a cool cloth laid over my eyes. When someone started playing with my belt buckle I immediately woke up. I must have passed out, for I honestly don’t remember a thing until Christina kissed me on the lips.

I was coming around, but things still didn’t feel right somehow. I tried to sit up some, but Christina pushed me back down and leaned in to whisper something to me. “Lay there quietly while I explain what has happened. You are one of the girls now, you are wearing the cutest dress, and all of your male clothes have been thrown away. Your hair is in a ponytail, and you look totally female. When you stand up, you are wearing a pair of heels so you need to take it slow. The girls and I have bought you these clothes, and you are now one of us. Behave and I think you will have lots of fun.”

I looked first at my clothing, the dress fitting tight to my body, then suddenly flaring out into this huge skirt. I was helped up, two of them steadying me so I could see myself in the mirror. I closed my eyes and then re-opened them not believing the image I saw. I looked like a coed, similar to their looks, but in a dress and my hair in a ponytail. The situation was even worse since I had on heels, heels that I had never walked in before, heels that were threatening to put me face down on the bathroom floor at any minute.

I was handed a purse and led out into the mall. My head was swiveling around trying to see if I would be found out and laughed at. The female customers gave me a look, but then resumed shopping. The males I saw looked closely and then smiled, no laughter, only lust. Christina did have my arm tightly secured, for support, and also so I wouldn’t break loose and head for the car. Since I was still trying to stay upright I don’t think me running for the car was anything to be concerned about at the present time.

I kept pleading with her for us to go home now, but they still wanted to shop. Dragged from one store to another, but I had learned my lesson and I steadfastly refused to enter the stores. The keys to my car had been confiscated by Christina, to make sure I would not be able to make a getaway. So I sat on the benches outside the stores, watching as male after male came walking by and looking my way. After the fifth store, I went in with them, I had noticed several young males our age that had been following me, gathering outside, figuring they were working up the nerve to talk to me. Of the two choices I had, being with the girls suddenly seemed the safer choice for now.

Again the teasing from the girls, now their subject right next to them, I even had to try on a few dresses. When dragged to the changing rooms and undressed, there was no longer a choice for me. After way to many dress changes we finally headed to the car.

We left the mall and went to Christina’s house. Christina drove, since I was still a little unsteady in the heels. Gawd that sounds so weird, me in heels. I went in with them, figuring her Mother would not be there since there was no car in the drive. Well as you know, sometimes it just doesn’t pay to think; I was greeted in the kitchen and hugged tightly. Gawd, Trevor you look so good, how did Christina get you in a dress? Red again, tongue tied, and almost on the verge of fainting; Sherry and Tiff got me to a seat and Christina told her mother all about our day at the mall. Then I remembered they had thrown out all of my clothes, how am I going to get home and past my Mom?

I broke into tears, in a dress for a couple of hours and I am already acting like a distraught female. Jennifer, Christina’s Mom, came over and comforted me, I think she figured it out. She pulled my head onto her shoulder and let me cry it out. She was stroking the back of my head and whispering it will be alright. Finally, I had no more fuel for the tears, so Christina pulled me up and pushed me to the bathroom so I could wash my face. I used the facilities while I was there. I had been too scared to use one of the bathrooms at the mall. I could hear some talking in the kitchen as we headed back, and as I entered, my Mom grabbed me and hugged me so hard, I had a hard time trying to get my next breath.

Red faced again and the faint feelings exploding in my head once again; but before I could do the deed, a washcloth was handed me and the girls had me in one of the chairs at the kitchen table. Two of them had their hands on my shoulders, making sure that I was still with them, my Mom sitting right next to me. Christina’s Mom gave the explanation to my Mother, the smile never leaving her face. I was sure I would get in trouble for this, both of my parents are fairly strict and unforgiving. It was like my Mom had been replaced with an alien somehow, taking it all in and a few giggles at what had transpired.

After the explanation. The two mom’s talked as if this was an everyday occurrence. I was led off to Christina’s room to look over their other purchases. I hadn’t paid any attention to what they looked at or bought today, but now they wanted me to see it all. I just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me completely, my future didn’t look very bright. Even if my Mom has been replaced with an alien, there is still Dad and I know he would not condone this at all, in fact I have a feeling I would be probably be shipped off to a military school after today’s incident.

Back to the present, as one of the girls lowered the zipper on my dress. I know they had seen me naked when they dressed me at the store, but this was different, as I was not passed out. No such luck on avoiding the inevitable, since I had no experience with a dress before, everything I tried to hang on to was for naught, the dress ended up on the floor and I got my first peek at my underwear.

The bra was lacy, although they had put nothing in the cups, some of my flesh was pulled up into the cups making for a small breast like protrusion. Looking down, the very brief panties in pink, of course, seemed to scream female. I have never been hairy, in high school gym it was always a problem, the number of times I had been accused of shaving my body like a girl were too numerous to count. My male apparatus was average size I guess, I never compared it with others, in fact except for gym I had never seen another male organ and those were only peeks every once in a while when nobody was looking my way.

As for dating females, I was too shy and embarrassed to even ask. When the guys talked about their conquests, and I was asked about mine. I just told them the girl was not from around here and I didn’t want to embarrass her by talking about what we did together. I doubted they believed me, but since I was a nobody, school wise, no one seemed to care anyway.

I was helped into a camisole top and a pair of shorts were slid up my legs. The color in a light purple convinced me they were not male clothes. A pair of sneakers, and I was dragged back to the kitchen. Both of our Moms gave me an up and down look, Christina telling them I was going to practice some of their cheerleader routines with them. I just stared at Christina, this was news to me. My Mom hugged me then kissed my forehead. Her departing words were to have fun. I stood there sure I would be saved by her, but instead she wished me well and left for home.

I was dragged outside to their back yard, and the girls lined up, each one showing us a routine, then we would practice it till we could do it easily. It was four hours later before we came back inside the house. I was beat literally, that is more work and exercise than I have done in years. We grabbed some diet drinks and went out to her patio and collapsed in some loungers. We talked and sipped our drinks, then the girls had to get home in time for their family dinners. As they left, each girl told me when practice and tryouts were, I shook my head until Tiff showed me a picture on her smart phone of me. “Be at the tryouts in this outfit or I will send the picture to Facebook with an explanation. If you think I am bluffing you are in for a big surprise.”

Christina took my hand and led me over into a corner and started explaining. “All of the girls think you are awesome and want you on the squad; now you can cooperate, or the girls will apply some friendly pressure like outing you to the entire school. Since you have not had the experience of dealing with females much, they usually get what they want, one way or another. Wash the outfit you have on and bring it to school on your first day. I will pick you up after your last class and escort you to the tryouts so you don’t get lost.”

She gave me one of her thousand megawatt smiles and pushed me out the front door. I walked to my house, since Mom had driven my car home earlier. I was hoping that Dad would not be home yet, thus allowing me to change before he got a look at me. As I rounded the last turn, my hopes were dashed, his car was in the driveway. I slowed down my walk, but with nowhere else to go but home, there was nothing I could do. I swallowed hard several times but entered the house. I could hear Mom in the kitchen cooking and tried to make my way there. She had gone along with my change so far, maybe she could keep me from getting killed by my Father.

Two steps inside the house and Dad is standing right before me. He takes his time looking at me, puts his hand on my shoulder and turns me around so he can see my backside. Oh shit, I am going to get a spanking! I have received many from him before, believe me they made an impression on me! Then he scoots up behind me and wraps his arms around me tightly. I try to look over my shoulder to see what his facial expression is, as this is so unlike my Father in so many ways. He slides his head up close to my ear, then whispers to me in a low steady voice. “You look very pretty Taffy, I hear you are going to try out for the cheerleaders. Mom says you were very talented mastering some of their routines already.”

I twist out of his embrace, stare at him, and then screamed, “What have you done with my father?” He chuckles, grabbed me again and drags me into the kitchen. His next remark is very puzzling. “Can you call me Daddy, Father or dad is so blasé?” Mom is having a giggling fit in front of the stove, but she points to the sink. “Wash your hands Taffy, then you can help me with dinner.” I move towards the sink, I must have been zapped into another world, right through the twilight zone and way beyond. Neither of my parents are sane, both have been possessed somehow. I look at the sink and turn on the water to wash my hands. I notice both of them heading my way, so I grab a towel and try to dry my hands and make an escape. Too late, I am group hugged and squashed to death. I twist and turn but they hang on, giggling and hugging me. Mom resorts to kissing and soon my face is covered in her lipstick.

I finally accept my fate and relax, they hug me tighter and make soothing noises as they continue to try and squash me with hugs. After a few minutes, Mom pushed Dad out of the kitchen handing me some fixings for a salad and told me to get to work. Meanwhile, she finishes browning the Salisbury steaks (fancy name for hamburger), and the pot of gravy to smother them with, a steamer full of carrots is added to a bowl and we set the table and bring the food to it. I am still peeking at them often, this can’t be my parents, I never did believe in aliens before, but this is proof positive of their existence. We sit down at the table, Dad says a short prayer and we dig in. After the initial taste of everything, Mom approaches the elephant in the room.

“Contrary to your thoughts, we have expected some of the events played out today for quite a few years. I am sure Christina had a lot to do with you coming out today. Ever since you were knee high, you have acted more like a female than any normal male child. When we saw some of the signs, we sought out help, even got you to a doctor to have you checked out. You were never blatant, you were always reserved in your actions, unlike most of the other children. Like today, you went along with the girls, something any normal male would never do, a male caught shopping, is the ultimate humiliation. Then after getting you in a dress, you stayed with them all afternoon. Not a male reaction or behavior. I am sure the girls were leaning on you to stay, but if you just walked away I am sure it would have been over.”

“So now that we have that handled, let’s move on. We both think that you should explore this side of you, I know one of the officials at your school, and I am sure we can arrange it so you can attend as a female. I doubt any of your fellow students will even notice the change. Since you have been such a well behaved child, I think I can come up with a new wardrobe for you, even spring for a full makeover. We still expect the excellent grades, being a member of the cheerleaders would be a nice bonus to the mix. I am afraid you will now have a curfew, eleven o’clock most nights unless it is some special occasion. We will need to meet your date and approve before you go out, not afterwards. Of course, you will now have responsibilities around the house, doing your own laundry and helping with the cooking of meals just a part of what is in store for you that also includes some house cleaning young lady.”

That settles it my parents have been possessed, what am I going to do? They are treating me like I am their daughter, well seeing my image in the mirror, I guess I look like their female child. Curfews, getting my date approved, what is next, birth control pills? Don’t answer that especially in front of Mom.

I just sat there, not knowing what to say or do. Mom pipes up first. “You might take a washcloth to your face, or go to my room and use the cream on the vanity. You are pretty cute that way, but lipstick looks better on the lips. I go to her room after putting my dishes in the dishwasher, much to my Mom’s astonishment. I find the cream and look in the mirror. It is comical as there is lipstick marks all over my face and forehead. I use the cream and clean them all off, then on a whim take her tube of lipstick and coat my lips. I rub my lips together like she does, then prance back downstairs. Yeah prance, a female can prance if she wants to, so there.

I help her with the dishes and clean the counters for her, then move the leftovers that she has put in containers into the refrigerator. I look around to see if everything has been handled, then walk over to Mom and kiss her on the cheek, leaving her a set of lipstick prints, then ran to my room. I hear her footsteps behind me, both of us giggling away. She catches me before I can close my door, pushing me on to my bed, then starts tickling me. I beg for her to stop, at least, try to as, I am laughing and crying as she continues her assault on my body. She lays down beside me hugging me closely. If you want to try this for a while, I would love to have Taffy around, we can have so much fun spending your Dad’s money on clothes, shoes and makeup.

I was given a nightie to wear to bed, a most unsettling feeling as it slid down my body. It felt wonderful, but I knew a male should never succumb to such dainty and feminine things. The guilt lasted for maybe a minute, okay two minutes, then I hugged my body and slipped into dreamland. The next few days were spent obtaining clothes for the new female in the neighborhood. Christina took me shopping one day, she and Mom had talked and a budget was set up for my new wardrobe. Dad supplied the funds, a prepaid debit card for my purchases.

I never did think back on not choosing this route, it was as if the track I was on is my only choice. Christina was of course enthused, a new BFF to dress, to spend time with and maybe a fellow cheerleader to boot. The other girls came by often, as we practiced the routines. When they found out I was going to university as a female there were squeals of delight.

Mom had taken me to a salon for a hair styling, a professional makeover, getting my ears pierced and my eyebrows eliminated. That salon trip also was where my breasts came into existence. Some silicone breast forms were glued to my chest after all of my body hair disappeared. I never had much hair on my body anyway, but the feeling of having none was wonderful. The breast forms were like jello, bouncing around with every movement of my body. The bra that came next was kind of confining around my chest, but not having as much bouncing and wiggling was well worth the tightness around my chest. Down below was handled in a similar way, junior glued back between my legs and a silicone vagina added to make me look female. Way too realistic in my opinion.

Then she too got to take me shopping. We spent four hours hitting the stores downtown, the fancier dress shops had congregated there, less clothes were purchased, but five times the amount of money was spent as with shopping with Christina.

The first day of classes was now here, I was up at the crack of dawn going over my clothing choices, putting my hair up in a high ponytail, then taking it down and doing it over again. The same was done with my lipstick and mascara, as I attempted to find the right look. I decided on a skirt and blouse for my first day, the skirt an A line that came to four inches above my knees. The blouse was fairly conservative, but tight enough to emphasize my new boobs.

Christina had came up to my room, tired of waiting for me downstairs. A large smile on her face as she entered. She giggled as she watched me primp in the mirror, trying to find the perfect look. After redoing my ponytail once again she grabbed my hand and dragged me downstairs. I checked the contents of my purse again, keys, tissues, lipstick, lip gloss, mascara, and of course a tampon. Wait a minute who put that in my purse? As I was being dragged our the door I managed to snatch my backpack from behind the bedroom door, no chance to see if what I needed was in the backpack. I had packed it last night, I hope I remembered everything.

The first day of classes was anti-climatic in a way, strictly orientation with no mention of homework this first day. At my last class, as soon as I exited the classroom Christina grabbed a hold of me and we were off to the tryouts. As we entered the gym, I saw a sea of young females, all here to tryout for the squad. I saw my chance of joining the squad wither away. But first I had to change into the clothes I had brought for the tryouts. Christina helped me, since I was not handling the situation as well as she thought I should. Once dressed she added some lipstick and mascara and my male persona totally disappeared. Earlier in classes I looked female, but not cheerleader material, now there was no doubt of my fitting in if chosen.

The cheerleader coach lined everybody up in a single line around a circle marked in the gym floor. I counted fifty three females all wanting to become a cheerleader. The existing cheerleaders were in the center of the circle and would do a part of the routine and then the girls trying out would try to duplicate it. Christina and I had no trouble with the routine since that was what we had been practicing for the last few weeks. Several hours later the coach announced who made the squad, Christina squealing in delight. The last name was called, and I sighed. Then as I was walking away Christina and several of the girls attacked me. I didn’t even recognize my name when it was called, I was hugged and kissed, then the light came on upstairs. I had made the squad.

Life after that was not the same, I was included in everything, dated boys and went shopping whenever the time allowed. I managed to keep my grades up and abide my curfew. I did get a salon appointment every week, Mom’s gift to her daughter.

I was a cheerleader all four years of my time at University, even manged to snag me a boyfriend. He knows all about me, but to him I am just his girlfriend. We kiss and cuddle a lot, saving anything more till we graduate. I see a psychologist regularly, my SRS scheduled for after I graduate. Life has been good to me, a cute coed cheerleader and now a young woman in love.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Jody; A Sister’s Love

Jody; A Sister’s Love

I was being sent to Aunt Angela’s for a while. I didn’t want to leave Mom, but she almost forced the issue. I could tell she was still torn apart after losing her daughter, my sister Janey. I don’t think I was much better off than her, closing my eyes I still could see her, her enthusiasm, her caring, her love for everything in life. The accident had taken her from us, the drunk driver that ran into her car walked away from the accident. Life is so god damn unfair. Janey and her best friend were killed in the accident, coming back from shopping at the mall.

Angela had helped so much all ready. She got Mom to see a psychiatrist, after her third visit to the shrink I could see a little improvement. Aunt Angela now turned her attention to me. When she came to pick me up, she explained that dealing with a loss of a loved one takes time, when your mother sees you, all the memories of her loss come rushing back. Both of you need a little time apart, to focus on what is important. Angela is not new to this, she lost her husband and daughter ten years ago, to another drunk driver. So this was nothing new. What made her so smart, well it probably was the doctorate degree she got in psychology. That was her way to cope, to go back to school and learn about people’s actions and thoughts.

I was taken to her home and offered my choice of bedrooms. I guess I surprised her when I asked if I could stay in her daughter’s old room. I got an immediate smile from her and she helped me unpack. She had neatened it up, but essentially it was still a young female’s room. She spent some time with me, helping me to cope with the loss, we went to movies, out to eat and even went to the beach one day. I sensed she was watching me, my every move and action, seeking to see how I was handling this loss. Truthfully, in my opinion, I was not handling it very well.

I could still close my eyes and see Janey staring at me. She loved to do it, knowing that it bothered me immensely. What she didn’t know was how attached I got to that action. When she did it she was feeling frisky, ready to take on the world, her quirky brother first. I never could stay solemn around her, she would pester me, tease me, annoy me and then out of the blue pull me into this huge hug, squeezing the daylights out of me. If I resisted I was kissed unmercifully until the smile she knew was there came out. Then just like that she was gone her job done for the day. It was so frustrating, yet in a way I looked forward to her efforts. That part of her is the part I miss the most.

Angie did get me to talk to her, it took a few days but she kept at it and soon all of this came out. I expected some type of therapy to help make me forget, instead she wanted me to savor the feelings, to remember all the good times and maybe write them down, a way to always remember what sis was like. On one of her trips out, she came back her SUV loaded with bags of clothes and stuff. It was Janey’s clothes and things from her room. We had a long chat that night, about why Mom wanted those things out of the house. Angie knew it was wrong, but to appease her sister she packed everything up. It was explained to me that Mom was trying to erase all the memories instead of treasuring the good times. To remember her daughter for who she really was.

I kept quiet, but Angie knew I was hiding some thought or desire. A lot of Janey’s clothes were put in the closet next to her daughters, my few male things squashed against the corner of the closet. Even some of her underwear was placed in the dresser in the room, my few male items laid on a chair in the corner of the room. I never questioned her actions, although almost anybody else could see what she was helping set up. It was several weeks later, I looked to the chair and saw there were no shorts left that were clean. I knew I couldn’t get by without any, so I opened the drawer and removed a pair of Janey’s panties. I quickly pulled them up and grabbed my jeans before my mind fully realized what I had just done. If I couldn’t see them on my body there wouldn’t be any guilt, at least that is what I was trying to convince myself of.

Angie was downstairs when I came down, took one look at me and hauled me to the laundry room. I was shown how to do laundry, but instead of my shorts she made me do her lingerie first. Gawd she was evil. I had to place every item in the washer, after straightening it out, hooking the bra clasps together so that the hooks wouldn’t catch on other clothes. Then add the detergent and fabric softener. When the wash cycle ended I was called so I could put them in the dryer, even though she was standing right there when the washer buzzer went off. On top of that they were her underwear to start with. Then when the dryer beeped I had to fold each item and put it away in her drawers. As I was heading back to the living room, she informed me that I would do my frilly underwear the same way when there was enough for a load. I tried to deny her accusation, but she just raised an eyebrow and giggled.

There was never anymore said, I never did see any of my male underwear again, underpants and t-shirts suddenly missing. Of course, I never asked about them either, by then I was utterly entranced by the feel of frilly lacy underwear. I did respond differently to Angie now. When as a male, I did hug her some, but it was few and far between. Now it was common occurrence every time I greeted her in the morning. She would always hug me tighter, not letting me slip away quickly. I can’t tell you how wonderful those hugs were. I would even lean in to her more in the morning anticipating her tender heartfelt hug.

It was about a month later when we had another long talk. She had taken me to dinner, a movie afterward and when we got home she dragged me to the library in her home. It was actually her office, lots of books and reams of studies and college dissertations. I swallowed hard since her expression seemed quite serious.

“The time has come for you and your Mother to get back together for a few days. Your Mom has blocked every thought of your sister from her memory. She is coping with life, but has this big hole there now, empty and depressing. She needs you back in her life some, but also needs to be reminded of her daughter. You just can’t eliminate someone from your life, erase all the memories and expect things to be normal again.”

“Now you have a brain, I have showed you some things, what would you do if it was up to you?” I stared at her just like my sister would have done to me if she was still alive. I got a giggle from Angie, but she patiently waited for my response. I took way too long, but the idea I had suppressed for so long kept kicking at the door. I swallowed hard, I would dress as Janey and visit Mom showing her all of my love for her and sis. Those few words were spoken so softly, I was afraid if I spoke out, I would die a slow death. Angie smiled asking me to repeat what I had just said. I knew she heard me, but often I was told to repeat myself, I think more for me to understand what I had said than for her clarification.

“I would dress as Janey and visit Mom showing her all of my love for her and sis.” The hug that enveloped me was so good, I immediately broke into tears, well actually sobbing, Angie held me close, my head on her bosom soaking her blouse. I have no idea how long I was held, the fact that I was all cried out now spoke volumes of the time spent in her arms. I realized I had come to terms with my sister’s death, yes she was gone, but never from my memory. In everything I do she will be with me influencing my actions, making me proud of being her brother.

I felt Angie lay me on the bed, not sure how I got to the bedroom. I was kissed on the forehead and before she closed the door I was out to the world. I dreamed of Janey, but this time it was me acting like my sister, doing things as she would, talking like she would and most importantly loving as she would. When I awoke I was enthused, slipping off the nightie I don’t remember putting on yesterday. I showered, slipped on one of Janey’s pair of jeans, her favorite pull over top and slipped my feet into her favorite tennis shoes. I didn’t plan on doing this it just happened. I ran down the stairs sounding like a herd of buffalo, entered the kitchen and launched myself at Angie. She looked up hearing the thunder on the staircase and was waiting for me her arms spread wide.

“Oh Angie, thank you so much, the nightie was wonderful, can I help you fix breakfast? Is that a new dress, I just love it on you, the color is just you through and through. When can I visit Mom, she doesn’t stand a chance, I will have her laughing and crying within minutes of my arrival. That is good tears, not some old depressing sobs. Where can I start, do you want eggs or just toast. Come on we haven’t got all day, I have things I need to do, my hair is a mess, and look at my nails I can’t go out like this.” Angie was giggling by now, well it is more like laughing, okay rolling on the floor is a better description. “Gee why won’t anyone hurry up, there are too many things that need to be done.”

I was given a glass of juice, I am sure to just keep my quiet, if I was drinking I couldn’t talk. Angie did feel my forehead to make sure I wasn’t burning up with some weird fever. After she quit giggling I was held tightly, again in self-preservation mode. I did calm down some, but even though I wasn’t vocalizing much my mind was still going a hundred miles an hour. Angie had been listening to me, I had an appointment at her salon for later to get my hair and nails taken care of. When I returned to my room I went through the closet, picking one or two outfits to take with me to Mom’s. Well it turned out to be a small suitcase full. I didn’t waste my time, my few remaining pieces of male clothing were packed away and I carried them to the garage. I did mark Goodwill on the boxes, those clothes I will never need again.

Angie watched all of this, never making comments but keeping an eye on what I was doing. I was bouncing off the walls as we made it to her salon, I was babbling about anything and everything, picking out the hair style I wanted and my new nail color. My hair got washed, conditioned and cut into a real cute feminine hairstyle. I had grown it to shoulder length, so there was enough length to frame my face. I got the hair in curlers treatment, then under a dryer for almost an hour. While my hair was baking my nails were lengthened, then coated in way too many coats of an absolutely adorable shade of pink. To say I loved my new nails would be quite an understatement, constantly looking at them, the glossy pink color almost mesmerizing.

Two hours later I was now the female equivalent of Jody. I made Angie bring my suitcase when she came to pick me up, determined to see what I could do to get Mom back in life again. I was enthusiastically hugged by Angie, her obvious approval of my new look.

We showed up on Mom’s doorstep, me bouncing out of the car and through the door. I had a mission and was going to get results. I found Mom in the kitchen, getting up from the table as she heard the front door slam shut. I approached, the shock on her face was very evident. I walked up to her and took her in my arms, pulling her to me. She tried to pull away, but I was determined. I could hear some sobbing and when I backed away a bit I could see the tears. I placed my hands on both sides of her face making her look me in the eyes.

“Mom, Janey is gone, but I am Jody your other daughter. I need you in my life to teach me about being a female, but you also need me, so that I can show you all the love I have for you, the love Janey and I have for our Mom. So no more tears, you are in the loving hands of your daughters. Janey and Jody will look after you and love you and care for you. But you need to love and care for us too, not try and erase our memories. Now since that is settled what are we having for supper?”

I got a giggle from her, Angie in the background just smiled, Jody and Janey had managed what modern psychotherapy had not been unable to.

Mom was lost, trying to piece all of this together, other daughter, Jody is my son isn’t he? She looked my way, I just grabbed her and kissed her on the cheek. Come on Mom let’s go I am starving. More giggling from her, Angie offering to take us to dinner. I shrieked I need my suitcase, I can’t go out looking like this. I grabbed the keys from Angie and ran out of the house to great laughter. I ran back in and headed to Janey’s old room. I heard Mom and Angie talking, I presume about me. I pulled out a dress and within five minutes I was bouncing back down the stairs. I grabbed each of their arms and pulled, come on your daughter is starving here. Angie was chuckling but Mom still was sporting the deer in the headlights look.

We were at the restaurant before Mom began to get it together. I knew I had won, but still needed to reinforce her behavior. I grabbed her hand and pulled her harder into the lobby, telling the hostess we were hungry and need a table for three. We were seated to quite a bit of smiles from the other patrons, Mom did sit right next to me, a sign of some acceptance. I asked her what she had been doing while I was gone, to her remarks I just sighed and stated the obvious ‘boring’, but I will help you get rid of the boredom. “We can go shopping, the new earrings they have out are to die for, I need new underwear, and the full cut panties are for old women.” I got a harrumph on that, but I just carried on. “I need new posters for my bedroom, also since I am old enough for makeup now, we can go to the Mac counter and I can get a makeover. Won’t that be fun, maybe I can get my ears pierced too, all the pretty earrings are only for pierced ears, Pleaseeeee.”

Ordering food and drinks cut down on the conversation some, but as we finished our meals Mom leaned over and hugged me, I leaned in to her making sure we were touching and whispered in her ear that I love her so much. Angie paid the tab as two females, a mother and her daughter with tears dripping from their eyes left the restaurant.

When we got back to the house we all sat down and talked and talked. Angie explaining about what she had shown me and that Jody had implemented all of this on her own, yes on her own. She maybe was born with male parts, but is undoubtedly a female otherwise. All the time I was sitting next to my Mom my head on her bosom. After midnight I wandered off to bed, I could still hear Mom and Angie talking downstairs as I slipped into oblivion. Well into a nightie, then into oblivion. It was such a delicious nightie, baby doll in style and a pale pink color with lots of lace. It felt heavenly on my body, even better when I snuggled into bed clutching it to my body tightly.

The next morning I just laid there, hoping Mom will be alright now, nothing will bring Janey back, but her love for all of us can help us go on in life. Maybe through me she can make Mom’s life somewhat normal again, ease some of the pain and bring Mom and I closer together. I have to remember to thank Angie for all she has taught me, that and Janey’s love for all of us just might brighten this part of the world some.

Angie came to get me out of bed, sitting next to me on the bed and taking my hands in hers. “Jody, you did well. There is still some reluctance to join in, but several times this morning she has commented on you actions last night. Give her time and lots of love, I am sure she will now participate in life as she should. I presume you intend to live as the female Jody now, you are acting just like a girl, a fact that I have not taught you. I wonder where you picked up all of the mannerisms from. Personally I think Janey and you were sisters all along, you just withheld more than she did.”

I looked up at Angie, smiled and said “Janey is right here in my heart, where she will stay for the rest of my life. We will both take care of Mom, love her and care for her. Now that is settled, I will visit often, I think you could use a little loving too. You have no choice, you just as well accept it and learn to live with it.

Now have you found any guys that turn you on? That next door neighbor of yours is kind of cute, he looks like he is loaded and has big hands, you know what that means don’t you? Angela started laughing after the blood stopped invading her upper torso. I have never seen her that red and blushed, ever. She retaliated by hugging me to death, trying to get even for my remark that caused her to be embarrassed.

Mom still tried to withdraw some from life, but I was there in her face, hugging, kissing, talking, and dragging her everywhere. Most of Janey’s things fit me, so I really didn’t need many clothes. But dragging Mom to shop with me was part of the therapy. Into as many stores as possible, holding up items to me to get her comment or opinion. About three weeks later we were eating a hamburger at a place a couple of blocks from the mall when she thanked me.

“I know I was a mess, but you have reminded me of how much I am loved from both of my daughters, and how much I was wallowing in my misery. Thank you for saving me from myself, I will treasure our time together for the rest of my life. Now what are your plans for college, I will not have a daughter that is not educated and working toward her career.”

I was tempted to tell her that I just wanted to find a rich guy and marry, becoming a housewife and watch daytime TV. I was pretty sure that would not fly, so in the interest of keeping my butt swat free, decided to skip that part. I told her that graduating from high school was first, maybe I can get a scholarship for college, but time will tell. I do like what Angie is doing, maybe being a psychologist is in my future. I can start with that intention and if all fails I can become a stripper, they make a lot of money and don’t need many clothes. I got such a look, if certain kinds of looks could kill, I would be a smoldering mess right now.

Most of the drama had occurred during summer break, Sis getting killed right after school let out. I had three weeks before school resumed, deciding to consult Angie about her help in getting me enrolled as a female in school. To my surprise she had already performed the task, Jody now a female and a sophomore in school. She had obtained some other doctor’s evaluations of me, along with hers they were submitted to the school board. I was classified as a transsexual, after making sure I would be protected from bullies, my records were changed, now I am an official female student of Richardson High School. A day before school started Angie and I met with the principal, discussed about what bathroom I would use and arranged for a place for me to change in private for P.E. class.

I managed to persuade Angie and Mom about my need for some new clothes, a female sophomore can’t just wear what she wore last year, it just isn’t done. They moaned and groaned, but I got my way, a cute daughter who is very vocal can get just about anything she wants. The first day of school I was up early, the clothes I had picked out yesterday to wear seemed all wrong, then I went through my closet, stacking the rejects on my bed. Finally I ran out of time, having to settle on a dress that barely covered my panties, the only way I got out of the house with it on was the fact that I was already heading for the bus before she saw me in it. I called Angie, asking her to talk to Mom today, maybe she could keep Mom from buying me a chastity belt today, or some such device to discourage the males away from her wayward daughter. I got a laugh from Angie, but she told me it would cost me big, so don’t be surprised when the bill is delivered.

School was really anticlimactic after what transpired over the summer. I made a lot of new friends, everybody treating me just like I was a real female. I managed some better grades, the new Jody more focused on learning something, instead of just attending class. I went to all of the dances, being a part of the group was important to me, the male Jody more of a loner, never wanting to indulge in anything social. I was elected to the student council, president of the chess club and a sophomore attendant to the homecoming queen.

I managed to get Mom to join the PTA, one of their functions was to chaperon the frequent school dances. At the monthly PTA meetings she found a guy that showed interest in her. They dated a couple of times, but Mom was reluctant to do anything more. I stepped up to the plate catching them leaving the house for one of their infrequent dates.

“Look you two this has gone on long enough, let’s quit the chit chat and get down to business. First I want you two to kiss each other right now.” They leaned into each other and gave each other a peck on the cheek. “Gawd, do I have to show you two everything. Let’s have some passion here, you act like you are compatible, but at this rate I will be an old maid before I get a baby brother or sister.” I gave them each a push towards each other, then smiled as the kiss turned sensual and mushy. I left the two love birds, went to my room and emailed Angie, telling her there might be a wedding in the near future.

Angie emailed me right back, wanting to know who my boyfriend was, and if she had met him yet. I replied it was Mom with the boyfriend, from the way they are acting a definite possibility of another child added to the family, with me finally getting a dad after all of these years. I liked Mom’s boyfriend, he was level headed, smart, and made a lot of money in the stock market. We often talked, about what I wanted in life, and about how I came to be a daughter instead of a son. I was truthful, and he thanked me for helping to get Mom back in the game. He had tried to approach her before the PTA, but was soundly rejected on numerous occasions.

Although I had school now to keep me occupied, I never lost contact with the Janey inside of me. Over a period of time I found myself adopting a lot of her habits, not consciously, but before I knew it I was doing almost everything just like Janey would. Even a few of my girlfriends at school made the mistake of calling me Janey. They apologized immediately, but to me it was an honor to be seen as Janey by them.

I kept at Mom and her new beau, often embarrassing them when I could catch them sneaking kisses and hugs. Pretty soon get a room for that was a normal phrase spoken in the house. I loved to see the two blush red, then try to sneak away to continue their fun. After six months of dating I gave them an anniversary present. Mom missed the whole thing about it being her six month anniversary, but Nate her beau did not, getting her a gorgeous pair of earrings. I surprised them by paying for their anniversary dinner at a nice restaurant and gave him money for a dance club after. When handing him the money, I point blank asked if he was ever going to ask the question. He blushed a bright red. I pointed to my face. Look wrinkles, if you wait much longer I will need a face lift before I can be a part of your wedding. He didn’t ask her that night but a week later he did, and stupid Mom told him she would think about it. When I found out, I cornered Mom in her bedroom, the sleep still in her eyes.

“Are you nuts, get a backbone and call him right now, make a date for tonight and do what you know is right. Are we clear on this or do I need to go with you and make sure you wrap this up. He is gorgeous, he loves you, what the hell more do you need. Oh, he will make a great father, plus he can afford to keep me in clothes as I go through my Princess years. So come on, before you lose him and piss me off.” She was giggling at my daughter / mother talk, but was reaching for the phone as she did so.

I made sure she was dressed to the nines, then cornered him as he came to the door, promising him anything he wanted if he would ask her again tonight. He smiled, it’s a deal, now do you want to know what I want from you? I swallowed hard, then nodded yes. I got a huge hug, then he whispered in my ear, you have to continue to love your Mom and every once in a while give me a kiss and a hug. I launched myself at him, hanging from his neck as he started laughing at me. I got even kissing him all over his face, then when Mom showed up telling her that he was cavorting with several girls as he came up the sidewalk. Mom looked at me, cavorting huh, maybe you need to look up the meaning of the word before you spread it around. With that they were out the door, I sure hope they finally get it together, I could certainly use a Dad every once in a while. They did agree on a date that night, finally Mom will have someone besides me and Janey in her life and I will have a Dad for a change.

I did well in school, my senior year I was elected homecoming queen and later just before graduation I was told I would be valedictorian. I managed a scholarship for college, deciding to pursue being a psychologist like Angie. When Mom got married after way too long of an engagement I got to be a bridesmaid, I was so happy for them. My new father was everything I thought he was, I was loved unconditionally, made to mind and he guided me as I made my way through college. His advice was like Angie’s telling me the options then making me decide how to implement the actions I chose.

I still do the Janey thing quite often, now not so much as Janey would perform the feat, but as I would do it. Janey had changed me, now I am like her, both somewhat in looks and exactly like her in actions.

There is a boy in my life now, we met in my senior year of high school, dated some and then at graduation he asked me to go steady with him. He knew about me from the start, but was in love with the female Jody. I tried to dissuade him several times, suggesting that he could have a relationship with a normal female, one that could give him children and much more. His answer always the same. “No, the Jody I fell in love with is all the female I need. Now shut up and kiss me.” I did and the conversation was over. I eventually stopped trying to dissuade him, a fact he was very happy about. He even decided to go to the same college as me, not wanting to be away from me if he could prevent it.

I imagine we will marry, four years of dating and enjoying each other leaves me kind of hooked on him. He has met my parents and has been approved. Even Angie likes him. We cuddle a lot, kiss like two sex starved teenagers, but have not done the deed. I am sure he would like to, but respects me and my wishes. My official word on the subject is I would like to wait until I marry, unofficially let me at him. I am sure it won’t be much longer, the will to resist is getting weaker every day.

To think it all started with a sister’s love.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Samantha; No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

Samantha; No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

Mom and Dad are off again to Australia; this is their second trip there. Why they are fascinated with that wilderness, I will never know. Like last time, I begged to be left behind, a month of traipsing around the outback not my idea of a vacation. I have ideas that I want to explore during their absence, some are from several years ago, but never had the opportunity or funds to do so. Maybe this time I will be able to partake of them.

I was left to my own devices, but Aunt Ellen would check in on me periodically to make sure that all was well. Actually, Ellen is not an actual relative. Her and my mom were childhood friends who went through all of grade school and high school together. Since they were so close, they were seen as sisters, hence the Aunt nickname adopted later in life. I am eighteen years of age, pretty much responsible and most of my wild oats already sown at least that is my story to all who will listen. We live on a farm about forty miles out of town, far enough out to be private, but close enough to enjoy the benefits of shopping and movies.

Dad originally a farmer, has leased the land out now, to a nearby farmer, so no farm-related chores are involved now. That done shortly after he officially retired from farming. Believe me, I don’t miss the chores that I used to have to do. I was fifteen when he officially retired from farming. A lot of the more strenuous chores were not done by me due to my age and puny body. But I spent a lifetime, it seemed, driving a tractor and working the fields. I, for one, am pleased he retired from it, not my idea of a viable career. The lease money from the twenty-one hundred acres he used to farm is allowing my parents to vacation pretty much wherever they want.

Aunt Ellen lives down the road a few miles with her husband and twin daughters. Where Mom chose to be a farmer’s wife, Ellen chose to start up her own business. Now that her daughters are through with high school, they are both joining her in her business. Ellen was one of the first to purchase a franchise for Turnabout Gurl, a chain of beauty shops that cater to males that want to be females. I know, a very different type of business these days.

Aunt Ellen took a good sized portion of the regular beauty shop business in town for females since their skill at changing a male to a female is quite remarkable. If they can make a male look like a female, imagine what they can do for a regular female. That statement alone has persuaded a lot of female customers to sample their services, and once sampled they are steady customers from then on. I have been in the salon a time or two, mostly to deliver a message, or pick up something. The degree of business is awesome by any standards no matter what time it is, the salon is always full.

Now with four weeks to have a blast, I wondered what I should do first. I had my list of never experienced things that I wanted to indulge in, but that could wait until the next week. Of course, I had all the latest computer games and had mastered most of them. I should rephrase that, I have managed to play them well enough to gain access to the upper levels consistently. The first night till seven the next morning that is all I did. I took a shower and then, promptly fell asleep after stuffing my face with everything that is not good for me, namely chips, dips and pizza.

I woke around five that afternoon, when Jamie, one of Ellen’s daughters came knocking on the door. Both of the twins are gorgeous, but of the two Jamie is the more outgoing. I invited her in, offered her a coke, and we went into the family room. I could tell she was extremely nervous, not something that I see in her often. The conversation wandered around for a while; I was reluctant to ask outright what she wanted, and she is apparently too scared to ask.

Twenty minutes had passed; I decided to make the first gesture. I told her, “Just tell me what you want; it can’t be that bad, and I promise to consider what you might require of me.” I carefully worded that because of an incident a few years ago, when I agreed to do something before I found out what that something was. Never again, the embarrassment from last time making quite a lasting impression on me.

She told me, “I have to pass my cosmetology final to get my license.” That is not what she is worried about; her grades have been excellent and her work always the top of the class. She continued explaining, “The requirement is to bring a fellow student or a friend to the licensing exam to do the work on. Janice has already got a fellow student to be her partner, but after checking around, no one is volunteering to help me, even Janice is scared of what may happen.”

To help make her case, she said, “In the past, sometimes the examiner makes life difficult for the student, asking for multiple services to test their skills. Well, word has made it to the examiner that I am the top student in my class. In the past, a top student has been picked on with very demanding services and procedures, kind of like you are not as good as you think.” She looked at the floor trying to get enough nerve to come to why she is here. “The leak of my position in class was delivered by the examiner’s daughter but from a previous marriage. That daughter is a fellow classmate, who, I think, is quite good, but has always resented my status and skills in class. Everybody including my instructor expects the worse to be asked of me; this examiner having a record of going overboard repeatedly. I have no fear of doing the work; I just need someone to work on for the exam.”

We sat down on the sofa. I looked at her and felt sorry she was put in this position. She said, “Ellen suggested you, I really would like your help, but I am scared of what he will ask me to do to you. I have even offered to pay a couple of my so-called friends, but everybody is scared of what may happen. I know it is not fair to ask you, but I have no one else to turn to. If I try to go around the local examiner, no telling what I may end up with, plus it takes weeks to get an appointment with another examiner in the next district,” she told me while fidgeting and pulling on her skirt. She was really shaking and almost in tears.

I asked, “When is the exam scheduled?” She looked anxiously at me and replied, “The exam is set for eight A.M. the day after tomorrow, providing I can find someone to do the work on.” I asked her what things I might end up with if the worse happens. She listed dyed hair, the color the examiner picks, a permanent, a wet set, sculptured nails, a waxed body, full makeup, hair extensions, just to name a few. “Mom has offered to undo any of the treatments, ones that can be undone, for free, if you will help me.”

“Jamie, if the treatments are undone, will I still have a few traces of them showing?” I asked. Jamie swallows hard, “Yes there will still be traces of some of the treatments.”

If I will consider helping her, she will pay me, almost anything I ask. She needs her license; there is a cosmetologist competition in one week, and she would like to enter it. The grand prize is two thousand dollars and a year’s worth of beauty products; but mostly she wants the bragging rights of winning the first prize. “A cosmetologist who is highly regarded can get more money for her services,” she stated.

There was an eerie silence as I thought about all the things that could go wrong, mainly to me. I wanted to help Jamie; she has helped me in the past, a big favor in high school, but mostly just being a good friend to me. Janice, her sister, and I were also close, but I felt more relaxed around Jamie, a real down to earth girl that would do anything for me. I asked her, “Jamie, could I think about it for an hour or two; maybe you would like to go to dinner with me? Would you like to do that?” as I contemplated my response.

She let out a big sigh. “At least, you haven’t said no yet.” She gladly accepted, and we went into town to the local diner. They served a wide variety of food, but their handmade pizzas and calzones could not be beaten. Jamie ordered a calzone with sausage and pepperoni while I got a small pizza with everything on it. The pizza was so loaded with toppings that you couldn’t see the crust.

The meal is excellent, and we talked for quite some time about anything and everything. She told me of some of her Mother’s clients, now coming from as far away as three hundred miles. According to Jamie, they were fun to be with and appreciated the things done to them. Ellen got a five hundred dollar tip from one when she did all the preparations for her wedding. The couple a male and a female had arranged for a double bride ceremony, the look of the male bride after Ellen’s services brought tears to the new bride’s eyes, requiring Ellen to redo the eye makeup. Oh wow, I thought to myself! Wouldn’t want to end up looking like a bride.

I could tell Jamie couldn’t wait to get involved in the salon, her excitement and enthusiasm bubbling over as she spoke. I had decided shortly after we got to the diner, but I was so fascinated by her stories that withheld my decision till we got back to the farm.

As we entered the family room of my home, with two fresh diet drinks in hand, she turned to me and asked, “Have you decided yet?” I tried to look pathetic and depressed as I responded. “If you can’t find any other person, I will be your model.” I got hugged so hard, that both of our drinks got spilled, mainly on me. She apologized, grabbing a towel from the kitchen to wipe up as much as she could manage. She set the remainder of her drink down and grabbed my head to kiss me. It was a full on lip kiss that left me breathless. I am thanked again, hugged again, and more kisses followed, but this time on the cheek.

“I presume from your actions that I have pleased you; I just hope that I don’t regret the gesture after your license exam.” What she had told me about the examiner, left no doubt that he is clearly overstepping his authority. In an exam, to determine one's skill, all applicants needed to be judged equally, all given the same questions or procedures to be done. He has clearly allowed his authority to influence his actions and needs to be taken down a notch or two. I have an idea; maybe I can do that while I am helping Jamie.

Jamie left, clearly happier than when she arrived, telling me she would see me early the day after tomorrow. I needed to be ready at seven A.M., and she will drive me down to the licensing board. As she made her way to her car, I noticed a definite spring in her step, one of her greatest problems handled.

I was never one to try and correct all evil, but this jerk pushed all of my buttons. I went over all my ideas many times, trying to find the right one that would put an end to this bozo. I narrowed it down to a couple that should do the trick. I am sure Aunt Ellen could help me pick the right one.

About an hour later Ellen called me. She thanked me for helping Jamie but wanted to be sure I realized what I might end up with as a result of my thoughtfulness. I told her that Jamie had spelled it out completely, leaving no doubt what I might experience. I confided in her what I had in mind to change the examiners attitude. She thought I may be taking it too far, but applauded me for the effort and thought. She told me to come to the salon tomorrow at closing, and she would provide the disguise required.

I looked through my father’s photographic equipment picking a mini camcorder that could be placed in a purse so that it could record all the happenings at the exam. I found an old purse of Mom’s that would hold it and rigged the end of the purse to allow the lens to show through. The design on the purse a bunch of circles embossed on the leather, the camera lens blending in easily with this background. The videotape would last for two hours, and I had a backup tape to use if needed.

I planned to dress semi asexual, just enough femininity to allow me to carry a purse and give the examiner the idea that I might be gay. I hoped that would let him relax and do his worst, giving me the ammunition to use against him. I had called the state Board of Cosmetology asking a few questions, but not divulging any names or locations. The person I talked to was upset, to say the least at the alleged actions and promised immediate action to handle the situation. I suggested a phone call to her after the exam, to tell her of my findings and she concurred.

I had to peel off my clothes, the dried soda pop already very sticky. I got them in the washing machine, then made my way to bed. I slept well that night even though I was a little apprehensive about the upcoming adventure. I awoke fresh and invigorated, deciding to try my luck at a few of my games. It turns out I had better luck sleeping. Lunch was more snacks; then I reluctantly decided to clean up a little of my mess before leaving the kitchen. The basic premise being if I waited until my parents are scheduled to get back, it might take days before I could return the house to an acceptable level. I knew one of Mom’s first actions would be to walk through the house to see if I had been good.

The afternoon passed slowly, my mind wondering if I was overstepping some by going after this scum ball. Jamie deserved better than to be subjected to a different set of rules just because she is at the top of her class. I prepared myself for the worst case scenario if all of what Jamie mentioned is done to me. I had, at least, four weeks for the effects to wear off a little before I would have to reinsert myself into society. Well, society would not be the problem, my parents would be, that is for sure.

At four-thirty, I went down to Ellen’s salon. I had to wait as she finished her last customer; I looked at some of their hair styling magazines trying to picture what I would look like if one of those styles were thrust upon me. When Ellen finished with that customer, she called me back to her station.

She noticed that I am carrying the purse and chuckled at me. I smiled, then asked, “Could you give me a cute curly hairstyle for my date tonight?” She broke up laughing but asked me again, “What are you planning for tomorrow?” I told her that I wanted to have the examiner relaxed around me, see that I am not a threat so that he will pull out all the stops to keep Jamie from passing. “I know what I am letting myself in for, but this type of arrogance and abuse of power is something that needs to be stopped!” I stated.

She suggested that she thin my eyebrows a little, give me some lip gloss, and mascara to wear tomorrow morning, and a blouse to wear over my jeans. Maybe some gel in my hair, then brushing it to get if fluffier less flat looking. She told me she had Jamie bring in the blouse after our earlier conversation, a feminine blouse that should add just enough to the illusion to make it believable.

It didn’t take long for Ellen to thin my eyebrows, in fact; I am amazed that there is anything left of my eyebrows after her thinning. It did change my facial appearance, from male to slightly female, just by that one small change in my appearance. The hair is the biggest difference, fluffing it made it appear softer, with some small curls appearing mysteriously.

She told me to be sure and tell Jamie about your idea; she likes you so much, she might balk at the instructions if she thinks it will harm you. I told her I would on the way to the exam. I was given the blouse, mascara, and lip gloss, and I headed home. I stopped to get some tacos, a favorite of mine that I don’t get to indulge in often. I ended up dragging my butt into my bedroom a little after ten that night. I did receive more than a few glances while I was in the drive-thru for the tacos, no gender-related pronouns were used, though. I had spent the rest of the time just driving around town, trying to make sure my mind is ready for what might happen tomorrow. I had stopped at one of the parks in the area, watched the sun set and munched on the remainder of my tacos.

I set the alarm for six and was up and showered, dressed and in the kitchen grabbing a pop tart when Jamie knocked on the door. When she saw me, she broke out giggling. She smiled and said to me, “It is going to be bad enough after the exam, and here you go and start it before we even get there.” I grabbed her hand, and we headed to her car. I told her the idea, and insisted that she do everything he insists with no reservations. For this to work, he has to overstep his authority and ask for things that are overboard and ridiculous. I made her promise that she will do exactly as he says no matter what it is. To smile and be enthusiastic and bubbly about everything, no matter what her true feelings are. I received a reluctant head nod apparently that is the best I am getting out of her, she is very unsure about this and looked worried.

When we got to the board office, I reminded her again and made her promise and pinky swear. We entered the office, and his secretary told us to go in, he is expecting us. The rear of his office has a mock-up of a beauty salon, where the test is to be conducted. He told her to look around and see where everything is, and when ready you can start. During that speech he was appraising my looks and what he would ask her to do to me. The grin and smile that is etched on his face did not speak well of what is in store for me. ‘Oh crap!’ I thought to myself.

I noticed that Jamie had used disinfectant on all the combs and brushes then dried them before she said she is ready. He asked her to start by thinning my eyebrows to a thin pencil line arched high above my eyes. He had used a marker to indicate the high point of the arch. Jamie looked at me fearfully but grabbed a tweezer after disinfecting them. She added some wax to a pot to warm up, but not in time to do this procedure.

The little stings as she thinned my eyebrows more, not bothering me, but the image I saw in the mirror would be quite a while before masculine could be used in reference to it. Jamie is pretty fast, shaping the eyebrows as she went. It turned out to be pencil thin, maybe two or three hairs wide at the widest part.

The examiner had been watching and seemed pleased at her efforts, although no verbal responses are uttered. It is obvious the marks he had made were to guarantee that the remaining eyebrow would be feminine. The mark he had placed is high above my eyebrow and more to the right of my natural high point.

The next task for Jamie is to pierce my ears, actually three piercing in each ear. Two in the lobe of the ear and one in the upper cartridge. Jamie hesitated on this one, but my smile implied that she should go on. She marked the spots and then chose the starter earrings to be put into the gun. She carefully disinfected the entire ear, donned plastic gloves so there could be no contamination and pierced all six spots. Two minutes later I am glancing at my new earrings, what Jamie picked out for me looked quite attractive.

When we had come in, I had set my purse on the counter in front of the mirror, aimed at me and where the examiner is seated. Jamie would be in and out of the picture as she worked, but his instructions would be picked up by the camera. After the piercings, she gave me a glance, I could tell that this is bothering her, but to cheer her up I told her that I just loved my new earrings. It was a way over the top voice that I used, so she started giggling and relaxed a little more.

The next procedure that he requested to be done to me was to dye my hair. I figured that was going to be one of the procedures, but was not prepared for him asking it to be a platinum blonde. I noticed Jamie swallow hard, but I reached over to squeeze her hand as she laid the chair back so she could apply the chemicals. I got a small smile in return, but also, her mouthing sorry as she started work on my hair.

I had always associated the lightest of the blondes with females that were less than intelligent; I am sure that is not true with all females, just my twisted take on the color. It took Jamie quite a while to get the hair that light, having to apply the bleach twice to get it that light. When she was finished, and the examiner smiled in return to her work she asked if she could add a tint to the hair, the flat platinum blonde hair color not right for my complexion.

She showed the examiner the tint she wanted to use, and he readily agreed. As she is applying it to my hair, she whispered to me, that I needed to trust her on this. I smiled in return, knowing how difficult this is for her. The color turned out to be a pale strawberry color, but it did look much better than the flat color before the tint.

So far an hour and a half had passed, the image in the mirror feminine but, at least, Jamie had excelled in her procedures, doing everything strictly by the book. Every once in a while, I noticed the secretary come to the door of the salon and look to see what she had done and how it was accomplished. When the examiner had taken the time to go to the bathroom, she told Jamie that her work is excellent and without fault. Jamie glowed when that compliment was expressed.

The next procedure he asked performed was to give me a cut and wet set. He handed her a picture of the style he wanted. I glanced at the picture and turned beet red. There could not be many hairstyles that could be any more feminine that the one he picked. Short in the back, long dangling curls at my ears and the rest piled on my head in a curly up do. I could see Jamie getting upset; this hairstyle would not be easy to hide or undo since there is not much hair to deal with at the back of my neck. I had always worn my hair shoulder length, in fact since my freshman year of high school.

I tried to be brave, but a tear did escape at me losing all that length. I did remember Ellen telling me that I could get extensions added if he required me to get it cut, but I knew that would not be possible when the hair is too short as it would soon be on the back of my neck. I just hope this works, I need for this guy to suffer, and nothing is too bad for him. I shed several more tears as big hunks of my locks hit the floor.

The cut did look good on me, but so different than I am used to seeing. Then Jamie started setting the longer hair on top of my head in curlers. The back is just taped into place tapering radically from the rear top of my head down to nothing at my neck level. I got to sit under a dryer for thirty minutes as my hair is drying. I was angry, not so much for what he had her do to me, but the egotistical attitude he put forth. He is determined to find something to refuse her a license. Jamie talked to the secretary for a while; then she started preparing something on the counter.

The examiner took another bathroom break, and I eased out from under the dryer and changed the tape in the camera. Too quickly the examiner returned, but I had already changed the tape and just returned to the dryer when he reappeared. I had a feeling that she had already done more than most applicants, the creep just trying to find something so he could deny her license.

When I saw Jamie preparing a table over to the side of the room, I figured my next adventure would result in losing all my body hair. While I was not one of the hairy males, what I had I was proud of. Once my hair was dry, she led me over to the table and helped me remove all my clothes. The examiner ogled my body for quite some time before he found some paperwork to work on while Jamie got ready. Jamie made quick work of my body hair, leaving only a heart shape patch directly above my male equipment. She whispered to me that she had a cute pink ribbon at home that would look delicious on my weeny. We both broke out in giggles, getting some attention from the creep and his secretary. Since no other requests came from the examiner, Jamie finished up my hair, pinning the large curls on top of my head and falling to either side of my head. A few curls brushed to the front and secured with hairspray completed the style.

He walked over to Jamie and me looking at the work and then surprised us both by asking her to pierce my nipples. I almost lost it but did barely manage to keep my mouth shut. After the shock had faded away a little, Jamie retrieved a needle, sterilized it and then pierced my nipple. The examiner handed her large hoops to insert in the piercings, and she slipped them into the new hole. As she pierced the other nipple and inserted the hoop, a group of people entered the office.

The examiner turned very pale and retreated to his desk. He told the secretary to issue Jamie her license, then pretended to do things at his desk. Once the license had been issued, and we retreated to the outer office, a woman with the group approached us and wanted to talk with us for a minute. “I am with the state Cosmetology Board and we are here investigating some irregularities that were brought to their attention.” I smiled and told her I was the one that had called the office yesterday.

She asked us to tell our version from the start, but I suggested that viewing the tape that I made might be more informative. She was surprised to find that we had made a tape of the exam but thrilled also. She got the attention of one of her colleagues, and they played the tape on the VCR they had in the office. We set in the outer office as they briefly scanned the tape, then concurred with each other as what to do. The examiner was sent home, pending criminal investigations into his behavior.

I watched the secretary smile as he left the office, and then she told the group that she could substantiate any allegations if needed, her boss had been doing this for far too long. The only reason she didn’t bring it up is that he threatened to fire her if she talked. The lady returned to us asking me if any of what was done to me is something that I desired. “No, I was just putting up with the crap so Jamie could get her license and I could get the man fired.”

She got our addresses and told us she would see us tomorrow. She did ask that I leave the results until after her meeting with us tomorrow. I told her no problem. Jamie and I left the office, and as we were walking to her car, I got attacked by Jamie. She is so grateful for all my help and so sorry that I had to put up with all the procedures. Every time I put my hand up to the back of my neck, the reality that I now had such short hair there made another tear appear. I got a kiss and hug from Jamie every time I repeated the action.

She cocked her head a little, telling me that I look quite pretty as a female, maybe I should remain one for a while. My response left her mouth gasping for air. “I told her I thought that I might convert to the dark side since I am obviously one of the prettier females in the area.”

Then I asked, “Could you set me up on a blind date, any hunk will do?” The hit I received on my arm, more likely from an athlete than a young hairdresser. Ouch.

When we got home, I went up to my room and started removing my clothes. The nipple rings the first thing that made for a problem. The left ring got caught on the blouse, with it half off and my hands caught in the sleeves, I couldn’t get the ring free. I had to call for Jamie to come and help. When she entered the bedroom, she broke into laughter. In between fits of giggling, she asked me what I wanted to be done. I was in the process of counting to a hundred to control my temper when she grabbed a hold of the other ring and twisted it slightly. My knees gave out, and I crumpled to the bed.

“Wow that is intense.” She fussed with the stuck ring and finally separated it from the blouse. Even though I could now get my blouse off, I just laid there. The feelings from the first nipple had not worn off yet, and her ministrations with the other ring had set off small bursts of tingling and goose pimples through both breasts. According to Jamie both of my nipples were rock hard. Well, yeah after what she did to me.

I eventually got the blouse off, and Jamie found me a shirt to wear that buttoned up the front. Jamie told me that she had called her Mom, and she would be by shortly after she finished her last customer. She suggested that we order some takeout for all three of us, and then my condition could be discussed and some plan for what to do next. It sounded good, now that the examiner had been punished, all of the procedures done to me, came back to haunt me. When I had a cause, I was able to displace a few of those thoughts, but now, one look in the mirror revealed how badly I had screwed myself.

The delivery guy arrived shortly before Aunt Ellen, and thankfully I didn’t have to answer the door. When Ellen got there, she appraised my looks and gave me a tremendous hug. Nothing was said, but I could tell she is shocked at the degree of my transformation. We ate in silence, and then Ellen suggested that we go to my bedroom so she could see the rest of what the clothes are hiding. Before she followed me upstairs, she sent Jamie on an errand, but I had an idea of what Jamie was going to bring back.

I stripped to bare skin, surprisingly not embarrassed to being naked in front of Ellen. “Well, he certainly had fun with you today” as she shook her head.

I told her, “At least, Jamie got her license, and that makes this all worthwhile.” She worked her fingers through my hair, examined me closely for any signs of masculinity that might be hiding. The nipple rings were looked at closely, at least, she didn’t twist them to see my reaction. Her large sigh pretty much confirmed what I thought; Sam was gone for a while. Jamie returned with two bags of clothes, exactly what I figured she was sent to get.

I suggested we get this over with. “Give me the panties and let’s get started.” Jamie giggle hugged me, and I slid the panties up my legs. Jamie couldn’t have found a more feminine pair; light pink edged with lace they looked good and felt better. Jamie helped with the bra, especially around the rings that were attached to my nipples.

Then a camisole to cover up the top of my torso, again loaded with lace. I hoped she had brought back a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, but the dress that she pulled out next fit neither of those descriptions. It fit way too good, hugging my limited curves, but leaving the illusion of a female in the mirror. She slid my feet into a pair of three inch heels, then took a hand and helped me make my way across the bedroom. On the return trip, I was steady enough to handle it myself, much to Jamie’s and Ellen’s surprise.

Ellen suggested we leave everything alone till after the cosmetology board representative came by tomorrow. Dressing in female clothes might be better since my appearance is so over the top feminine anyway. We adjourned to the living room and talked for several hours about the best way to handle things. After studying my image carefully before Ellen got there, I doubted a masculine appearance could be achieved any time in the near future.

Unfortunately, for me, Ellen agreed, suggesting living as a female for the next few weeks might be the best option. Jamie felt bad about what happened to me, several times I caught tears streaming down her face. I told her that the one good thing to come out of this was her getting her license. Now I can get my hair and nails done free since I have a cosmetologist friend at the salon. She giggled, but the tears are still there, and the hug I received is genuine and heartfelt.

We talked into the night, finally giving up around midnight. Jamie asked if she could stay with me tonight, and before Ellen could protest I insisted, telling them both I didn’t want to be left alone. Ellen gave in but wanted both of our words that we would be good. I asked her when I have ever been a bad boy. She just smiled, number one you don’t look like a boy and number two Jamie is the one you have to be careful of. As that last word was escaping her mouth, she took off running for the door with Jamie hot on her tail.

That is something I have always envied in the twins relationship with their mother. It is a friendly banter that accompanies any task or discussion that transpires. Their love and respect for each other clearly shows through all of their actions.

Jamie had bought a couple of sleep shirts for us to wear, both of us slipping into them, then making our way to my bed. My makeup is removed with a couple of wipes, then some moisturizer for my skin added. We cuddled together in the bed, her behind me holding me tight. I had both of my hands on hers as she played with my nipple rings, just light tugs or twisting to make me aware of their presence. Surprisingly, the feelings are pleasant and comforting. Next, I knew it is morning, and a single beam of light had found the one opening in my window blind and made its way directly into my semi-closed eyelid. I had to wake Jamie to get her to release me so that I could go to the bathroom. As our feet and arms were untangled, I had to hurry to make it without dribbling all across the floor.

The image in the mirror as I passed it on my way to the toilet almost made me stop. It is not my usual masculine image but a gorgeous female that is reflected in the mirror. I was able to accomplish my goal, and then after staring at the bathroom mirror for a while, I made my way to the kitchen. For some reason, I decided to have some fruit today, only because Mom had bought it before they had flown from the country. It was good, probably only the second time in my life that I had willingly had eaten any fruit.

Jamie dragged in next, begging for coffee. I made her a cup of instant while I had the coffee pot churning out a decanter full for later. Normal breakfast conversation for a while, then Jamie suggested we get ready for our visitors today. I am allowed a pair of jeans and a blouse over the bra and panties. Jamie added a little blusher, and then some lip gloss, and I presumed I was ready for all.

We didn’t have to wait long; the cosmetology representative arrived a few minutes after ten. She showed us her credentials and asked if she could tape our conversation. She asked me to retell yesterday’s proceedings, in as much detail as possible. She asked Jamie to fill in any information that is pertinent. I went through the day as I remembered it, with Jamie only adding a few thoughts and details. When I was finished, she told us the reaction of the board so far. The examiner has been fired, with details of his actions forwarded to the local D.A. for possible criminal charges to be filed.

The attorneys for the board think he will plead guilty for a deal, a deal that they have specific conditions submitted for him to accept. The secretary filled in a lot of info about the abuses; she had kept detailed records of the abuses, and that is now all evidence for the possible trial. She had me state that the video evidence that I furnished was of my own doing and that I had surrendered the tapes as evidence.

Then she remained quiet for a minute, apparently trying to figure how she could approach the subject. I tried to help, “My only objective other than getting evidence against the examiner was to help Jamie get her license. With that objective accomplished, I don’t want compensation or favors from the board. I was aware of what might happen when I entered the examiner’s office, so I willingly subjected myself to possible unfavorable procedures being done to me.”

She applauded my actions and bravery, but the board feels different about the abuse dealt to you. The first thing is that they are going to upgrade Jamie’s license to instructor. Watching the tapes yesterday proved to everyone her skill, and her commitment to the standards associated with that level of license.

“Now for you, the board has authorized me to issue a check to you for twenty thousand dollars. In return, we want nothing more than a signed statement that you will not sue the board for damages in the future. Now, to the interesting part, are you planning to live the near future as a female or a male?” I responded, “As a female since the consensus of my friends, think that will be the least trouble for me.” She smiled and agreed, stating that, “Everyone thought that after your treatments the video showed only the image of a female.”

She asked if Ellen is relative, I told her no, just a good friend, with two darling daughters. She said the board has contacted her this morning, arranging to pay for any treatments, makeup, and clothes that I desire for the upcoming year. There is no limit on the services or products. Jamie is bouncing around the room, apparently that fact is something she is ready to embrace unequivocally.

She asked if I had any more questions, I nodded no and then she got out the agreements for me to sign. She is thankful that I chose not to sue the state, the examiner had put them in a difficult position, one possibly costing them millions. They still had to settle with all of the other abused people before they could relax. I signed and thanked her for handling the problem.

She left soon after that, and Jamie and I went down to Ellen’s salon. It is approaching lunch time, so we waited for Ellen to finish her present customer, then decided to go to lunch together. Right before we left Janice made an appearance. She walked up to me, carefully inspecting my appearance and demeanor. She lifted her arms and gave me a big hug squeezing the daylights out of me. As we hugged, she told me that Samantha might be a better name to use when I looked this sexy and pretty. Then, “Welcome to the sisterhood” flowed out of her mouth.

Lunch was anything but normal as the girls made suggestion after suggestion on what I should do. I had given up on returning to my male self for a while, the damage done to me making that almost impossible. Living as a girl is not high on my priority list, but circumstances as they are, that seemed my only choice. I had planned to hibernate in the house in the upcoming weeks, making as few appearances as possible in the real world, maybe remove a few things from my to do list in the interim.

Well, that didn’t fly with the group! Ellen suggested that I become a student at her shop in the work-study program she ran. Before I could nix the idea, Jamie had me smothered in a big hug, telling me what fun we could have doing nails and hair. Ellen had her instructor’s license and took in one or two wannabe stylists every year. They worked in the shop doing anything and everything while learning the basics. They had to study the textbook on their own time, but as they learned they were able to work on customers offering services at reduced rates. They were closely supervised, so no purple hair or balding customers were a possibility.

I reluctantly agreed, not my ideal way to spend my vacation, but probably better than staying cooped up in the house. Ellen had talked to my folks making them aware of what had happened, Dad laughing his head off at my situation, but Mom the more caring one asking how I am doing. When they called me shortly after lunch I told Mom I was okay; I didn’t regret my efforts even though I am paying for them now. She asked that I don’t change anything or reverse any of the procedure until she gets back. She wanted to see her daughter in person before I change my mind.

I am not sure about how long I will stay this way, several of the procedures a real trip into femininity. Then in the next few days as I was choosing a wardrobe, and experiencing womanhood from a different perspective Jamie asked me if I wanted to go the extra mile. She thought that I should stick the other foot in the water, to really find out what it is like to be a female, other than in looks. What she is suggesting is for me to live as a girl. Go to movies, date, shop, and otherwise live the life of a female.

She feels that once I see what it is like, I won’t go back. I doubted that, too many years as a male to just shuck it for the opposite sex. She gave me that evil ‘I know better than you look’ so I just had to respond. I told her that what I did for her I didn’t regret, but I am a male, and I don’t want to spend the rest of my life as a female. She suggested, “How about the remainder of the time until your parents come back to be spent as a woman 24/7? After that, if I still want to revert back to the weaker sex, she will help and be my steady girlfriend for as long as I desire.” Now that statement got my attention.

That is something I have dreamed about for years, so I quickly agreed. The thought of Jamie and I being boyfriend girlfriend has long been a desire of mine. I was just never able to approach that subject with her. When a male can see one of his fantasies possibly coming to life all rational thought disappears and stupid things often get done. Later I would look back on this moment wondering if I had any I.Q. at this point in time. Maybe platinum blonde hair does come with a requirement of less than normal IQ. Could the dye used suck out any intelligence I had, leaving me less than smart.

It is decided the breasts of some kind are essential in my portrayal of the female sex, so that is to be corrected the next day. Since Ellen’s shop was part of Turnabout Gurl chain adding breasts would be no problem. I wish I had paid a little more attention when my options had been explained to me, the one I chose not the best for reversing at a later date. Ellen had a wedding to do preparing the bride and bridesmaids at the church where the wedding is being held at. Janice accompanied her since there are eleven females in the wedding party.

That left me with Jamie to do the breast additions. Like I said, I should have listened closer to what I was being told. When the machine was brought in, I should have stopped it altogether, right then. The wayward, soon to be a female girl, had cups attached to my chest, the pump attached to the cups by hoses pulling the extra flesh into the cups.

It was described to me later that a rigid breast like shape had been glued to my chest, right where a female’s breast would normally reside. Then fat injected into the breast like cups and hoses from the machine hooked to each cup. With the machine turned on, a slow vibrating suction started and my tissue was pulled into the cups. Five hours later the machine turned off and the hoses were detached.

I had stayed up late last night trying to think things through and was extra tired. The pulsating of the pump soon had me dozing off, and only the sound of the pump turning off brought me back to the here and now. I looked at the cups; they were jam packed full, with my breasts.

I couldn’t just refer to them as extra tissue since they closely resembled a female’s mammaries right down to the nipples. The nipples were a little smaller but protruded just as much as a females. That statement more from what I had been told, not an actual observation of a female’s nipples. Jamie is ecstatic at the results, going through bras to find just the right one for me. The cups that held the breast tissue was a new innovation of the salon; they stayed on until they dissolved a couple of days later leaving two perfectly formed breasts.

As the hoses were detached from the cups, Ellen and Janice returned to the shop. Ellen took one look and hauled Jamie by the ear to her office. I heard some loud shouting; then Ellen came to get me. She dragged me back to her office and set me in a chair in front of Jamie. She stared at Jamie telling her to get on with it.

“I got carried away with your transformation; I hope you can forgive me eventually. The treatment I performed on you gives you realistic breasts for the foreseeable future. I was way out of line in doing this to you. I knew you didn’t understand the severity of the treatment, but I went ahead anyway. I love the Samantha persona so much; I hoped if you were forced to be her for a while you might learn to enjoy it and not want to return to being a male.” With tears appearing in her eyes, “Please forgive me, you have done so much for me, and I have repaid you in the worst way possible. I love you either way, male or female, but the Samantha image just turns my body to goo. I can’t think of anything else.”

To say I was stunned is an understatement.

Ellen sends her home, then sits down with me. “I know she is out of line, but I also see a genuine female when I look at you now. I have ever since you came back from the licensing exam. I am not making excuses for my daughter; you have the right to hate her and me for not keeping firm control of her. Please set here for a while and think about what you want to be done. I will pay for any surgical removal of your breasts, and I will compensate you any way I can for your mental anguish.”

Aunt Ellen continued, “She does love you and always has, just her judgment goes off kilter when she sees you as Samantha. Since that fateful day she has not talked about anything else but Samantha. Her every word concerns you, whether you will go back to being a male or not, the girl is hopeless, hopelessly in love with you, the feminine version.”

Now, my head is spinning and I’m not sure what any of my thoughts were at that moment.

“There is pop in the refrigerator; think about it for a while. Let me know what you want and I will set the ball in motion to do your bidding. I am truly sorry for all you have had to put up with, I guess the saying is true, ‘no good deed goes unpunished’.”

As she left the office, I let out a big sigh, then leaned back in her chair and stared off into the distance. Maybe, just maybe the answer to all of life’s questions are written there for all to see. I guess Mom is going to be able to see her daughter now, with these boobs I am firmly in the female category. I wonder what she will say to me and if I will be accepted by her. Then there is my father, no comment there, I have no idea what he will say or think about my predicament.

I thought about what Jamie had done to me, all the wrong things for some of the right reasons. I could never stay mad at her for long, the crush I have had for her going back many years. I wished she would have asked first as major league breasts is a fairly severe shock to the system. Eventually, Ellen came back in wanting to know if I had decided anything.

A brush of my arm over the rigid cups was felt as if my nipple had been touched. She smiled, you will eventually get used to the heightened sensitivity, a curse for an established female, much less a new one. She handed me the bra that Jamie had picked out for me, then gave me instructions in putting it on. I felt much more comfortable with the bra on, I also never imagined me saying that to anyone. I gently moved my hands over the cups of the bra, the warmth of the breast radiating through the fabric of the cups. Tomorrow we need to re-insert your nipple rings if you still want them or the holes will close up.

Ellen had sat down at her desk, waiting for me to put some thoughts together. “I don’t yet know what I want to do. Jamie, although more gung-ho than usual, is not the problem here. I can’t seem to make up my mind about how I feel about all of this. I like my look as a female, I think I want to live my life as a female, but there is still that nagging feeling in the back of my mind that all of this is just so wrong. For me to give up on all my years as a male, just so that I can live as a female doesn’t make sense. To continue living as a male also seems like a lesson in futility.”

“I will miss Jamie too much if you keep her from me, I love her, so I guess that now makes us lesbians. I want her back, but I am going to be the one to explain what I want from her in return. She hurt me in a way, not from what she did, but for not asking me first. I have never denied her anything; I doubt that I would have this time. With regards to my future, I guess I will live 24/7 as a female at least until Mom and Dad get back; then I will discuss all of this with them and decide whether to continue. I just hope both are open to having a daughter now.”

Ellen started to smile as I said to her, “I hope you can find it in your heart to accept me for who I am, it really wasn’t my desire to cause so much trouble for you. Please don’t be too harsh on Jamie, I will handle her, and when she asks for you to do my bidding, I want your assurance that you will comply. Maybe this way she will realize how she has hurt me, and we can make a fresh start.”

Ellen called me over, and I sat on her knee at the desk, enveloped in her hug. “Jamie doesn’t realize how lucky she is to have someone like you on her side, I hope whatever you have planned will make her aware of that. If you can confide in me of your intentions, I will be glad to help my wayward child back into the straight and narrow.”

I told her what I wanted to have done to her, then what I settled on for her lesson. While thinking what I might want to do in life, I had read one of their promo circulars, it touted a breast enhancer that glued on over a female’s own breasts to enlarge the cup size. Ellen smiled, that will be perfect. Since Jamie is a smaller more petite female, her size B cups enlarged to a D cup might show her the errors of her ways. I wanted to talk to Jamie alone, then if she agreed to give her a sleeping pill so she would not know what her punishment was until it is too late to do anything about it. That corresponds directly to what she did to me.

Ellen suggested that we add glue over the entire breast, not just at the base of the forms. That way she is stuck with them until the glue breaks down, the glue not accessable to use a solvent on until that time. Ellen made the call, to have Jamie come back to the shop tonight. Ellen informed her that I wanted to talk to her, so don’t dawdle. Twenty minutes later a teary-eyed Jamie found me in Ellen’s office.

She stood there in the door, silent and immobile. I told her to come in and set herself down in the chair. After she is seated, I told her how hurt I was at what she had done to me. Not that she did it, but that she hadn’t taken the time to ask me if I would agree. I told her of some of the things I had considered having done to her. My first thought was to give her a male buzz-cut. Then I had another idea, dye her hair bright pink and give her a tight permanent. From these ideas, you can see how upset I am at what you did to me.

“I will forgive you if you submit willingly to what I choose for you. I want you to take a sleeping pill, to wake up like I did with my choice of your penance. If you agree, I will say no more about it, and we will go back to the way we were before this incident. If you don’t agree, this is the last time I will see you. Now, what is your choice?”

She muttered something, and I couldn’t make out what she said. I asked her again to speak up and tell me what you want. “I want us back the way we were. I know all of this is my fault, and I will accept all of your punishments. I do love you, and I realize how much I have hurt you. Please allow me back into your life, I will try and show you that I can be trusted and that my love for you is unwavering.” I handed her the sleeping pill; she swallowed it, and I led her to the treatment room that Ellen is going to use.

She hugged her Mom, telling her that she will cooperate with anything that I wanted to be done, even if I wanted all of the items mentioned to her. She laid back into the chair and about twenty minutes later she is fast asleep. Ellen had checked the office to make sure we had a clear recording of her agreement to my wishes. Then she removed the forms and the glue from a cabinet placing them on the table beside the chair.

She removed Jamie’s blouse and unhooked her bra. Her nipples became erect due to the cool air, ready for a little adventure. Ellen told me that we could use a remote to turn off feeling to the nipple, another way to make Jamie suffer a little. She coated her breasts, and the inside of the forms then handed it to me for me to push them over the existing breast. The slippery glue allowed the form to slide all the way down to her chest. While I was pushing the other breast on, Ellen is using some heavy makeup to hide the seams. Once finished with her additions her other breast seam is handled and we were done.

Ellen said it would take the glue about three hours to dry thoroughly, so I parked myself by her chair and waited. Ellen checked on us often, while she closed the salon and cleaned up. On one of her trips she brought me a new bra for Jamie, her old one not fitting anymore. We decided to wait until she wakes before we put on her bra, naked the breasts look so much bigger than when clothed.

She did eventually stir, the sleeping pill wearing off finally. She still is quite groggy, her first reaction to being awake is to check to see what has been done to her. Immediately she checks all of the things that I had mentioned doing to her. A big sigh is escaping her mouth when she finds all the same as before. She tries talking her voice still weak and fuzzy; then her arm brushed over her breasts. I helped her to sit up and then she saw what changes had been made. She stared at her breasts, a few tears escaping the corner of her eye. She hugged me, now aware of what I felt like when I woke up. She cried and kept repeating I am so sorry. She asked if any other things had changed, I told her, “No. However, when you look in the mirror or look at your breasts, you will be reminded of what has transpired both to me and you.”

I told her all is forgiven; the adhesive will eventually break down until then you are my big breasted lover. I expect my girl to love me without question and to take care of me. The kiss and hug that was delivered almost knocking me off my feet. She planted small kisses all over my face and ground her body against me not missing many areas of contact. She looked down at her new nipples; I brought her chin back up to look at me, no playing with the new equipment until you prove to me that you love me.

She apologizes again to me, wanting to know for how long is her punishment for. I simply point to my breasts and tell her to make a guess. She starts crying, so sorry for ignoring my feelings and doing what she did to me. I ask her how she likes her new headlights; it took her a minute to realize what I am talking about. She asks why no feeling I told her modern science, now you know how I feel, given breasts and no way to handle them without changing my whole life around.

“I might have chosen the same thing, but it would have been my choice and not what you wanted for me. Now you have larger than normal titties for your size; you can’t feel them unless I let you and you are stuck in them until the adhesive breaks down, no telling when that will be.” Just concentrate on keeping me happy, well provided for, and maybe just maybe I will let you feel your nipples sometime in the next year. She permanently attaches herself to my side and hangs on me. I do forgive her; love can do many things to a person, causing many unusual responses, including me and my sudden desire to live as a female for her.

We did not sleep together that night; I wanted to, but now is not the right time to let Jamie forget her mistake so soon after the deed had been done. Maybe a week, for her to think things through if I can last that long without her in my embrace. Clothes are the order of the day, Ellen carries a complete line at her shop, actually a separate store next to the salon. Ellen advises me of a few things that would look good on me, then just tells me to pick similar items in colors that I like. I find out for myself, the fact that most women know, you have to try everything on to find what looks good on you and what fits. A size ten in one brand a size twelve in another brand, both fitting the same on my body. Jamie comes in later, to bring Ellen her lunch, looks longingly at me, but does not say anything. I break down and ask her to help me pick out some clothes, her mood and smile almost instantly improving.

We go through rack after rack of clothes, me trying on anything that looked like it might be suitable for my new persona. I end up with ten blouses, five skirts, and nine dresses. I wanted some pants, but my accomplice begged me not to get any, I relented since the few dresses I tried on felt so good and looked even better. I found a few panties, several bras, and a slip, garter belt and stockings that would go with most of the dresses. Jamie wanted me to get more, but I wanted to wear them for a day or two first to see which ones are more comfortable, before purchasing more.

I had remembered the females in my life complaining about their lingerie, and I was determined to, at least, be comfortable in mine. I started at the salon the next day, sweeping the floor, keeping the towels at each station fresh and clean, also their supplies stocked. As the business slacked off in the afternoon, I was given some nail polish and shown how to apply it. Then I had to practice the rest of the day. Aunt Ellen kept a watchful eye on me and complimented me several times on my efforts.

Jamie had been sent by herself to pick out more new bras, then later in the day she had her first customer. I could tell she is nervous, but shortly after she started, she got into the swing of things. The male that she did her magic on loved how she had styled his hair, setting up a regular weekly appointment for the future. He lived the female role 24/7, he and his wife running a catering business in town. When she came to pick him up, she took one look at his hair style and also made a standing weekly appointment.

To say that Jamie is ecstatic about this would be the understatement of the year. When she finished with him, she worked on the styles she was going to use for the contest coming up. I noticed her several times trying to adjust the cups of her bra to get more comfortable. The new larger breasts are bothering her, just what they are supposed to do. I did get several very intense looks from her at times; I know she regrets her earlier actions. Most of her clothes still fit her but now were stressing the seams and buttons quite a bit. The items that had fit tight before no longer able to be worn.

The next few days were busy but manageable. She had several more customers, and each one of them made standing appointments for the future. I continued doing nails, mine at first then some of the customers. I received compliments on my work and ended up with several steady customers because of it. Ellen had me practicing adding extensions to my finger nails as the next logical step in my training. Two weeks later I managed to add glamour length extensions to a young male that is going to a fancy ball. He is thrilled with my efforts, and I received a twenty dollar tip. It had taken me a while to get used to working with extensions on my own nails, but once I got used to it, I felt naked without them on.

I regularly dressed as a female, my voice kind of drifted into a higher register, and I actually forgot how to talk in the lower tones. I wore heels every day, even mules at night since my tendons in my legs had started to shrink. I practiced most days with makeup, whenever I had a few moments. I was taught a few more things with regards to nails, mainly other means of attaching extensions.

Then they started me on hair. For the next week, I shampooed and conditioned hair for the stylists, taking great pride in doing a good job for them. I am frequently tipped because I took the time to massage their scalp and head. Several times I managed to get the customer to doze off. I loved the work, deciding after a couple of weeks to seek my license eventually and become a cosmetologist.

The time had flown, my parents were due back tomorrow, four weeks after they left. I was terrified, I thought Mom might eventually accept me, but Dad I was worried about. To leave on a vacation with your son left at home, only to return to a beautiful daughter not exactly what a dad envisions. They landed at the airport, Ellen picking them after their long flight. It was decided that it might be better if their first look at me is while they are at home. I am sitting in the kitchen when they come in the front door, I get up and walk to the living room. Dressed in an LBD with four-inch heels, my hair and makeup perfect with long dark red fingernails extending from my fingertips, a beautiful daughter for her parents to see.

Mom takes one look at me and runs toward me squeezing the life out of me. I am kissed all over the face, pushed back so she can get a better look at me, and then hugged again. I feel another pair of hands on me and look up to see Dad hugging both of us with a few tears sliding down his cheek. I snuggle into his embrace a little more, glad that he has not excluded me. We move to the couch, seated together and communicate the last thirty days activities to each other.

They had a good time in the Outback, but both admitted their concern and worry for their new daughter back home. Mom threatened twice to cut the trip short, to come back and help me adjust to life as a female. Ellen assured her that I was doing extremely good coping, even enjoying the beauty lessons. They decided to stay the full time but vowed any future vacation would be a family affair.

I helped Mom make dinner, a task that I had never entered into before, Mom making sure I felt alright as I helped. I could also tell she loved me helping, we talked some more, just chit chat, nothing important. Often I would catch her just staring at me, like me as a female is something that might cease at any moment. Dad did find the time to talk to me while Mom is taking a shower. He is proud of me for helping Jamie, also proud of me for making something of a horrible situation. I got a huge hug, a few of his tears dripping on my chest.

In the family discussion a couple of days later, I told them I wanted to stay as a female for the rest of summer then maybe seek some medical help to see if this is right for me. I suggested training with Ellen until I was sure of where I wanted this to go, then maybe a stint at a University.

A week later Mom came into the shop, her appointment for a manicure and a hair style. Of course, I was her manicurist, nervous as hell, but I did manage to do a satisfactory job on her nails. Then I washed and conditioned her hair for her, spending extra time on her even doing a second hot oil conditioner on her. As Ellen is doing her hair they talked about me; I managed to hear a few words that were spoken, but most of it is not distinguishable because of the background dryer noise.

At home that night, Mom dragged me to her bedroom, asking if I wanted to go to college or become a cosmetologist. It had always been Mom and Dad’s wishes for me to go to college, the first one in the family to do so. I stuttered but decided on the truth. I love the work; I think I am fairly good, and I want to go all the way to being a professional in the beauty business. Maybe own a shop one day, I have a steady girlfriend that is an instructor, we just might marry and start a family, before you get excited, it would be as two lesbians, my existence as a female too important to both Jamie and me.

What I had said didn’t really surprise Mom, she figured that would be my choice, after watching me at the salon, she thought I had made the right decision. Dad helped convert my bedroom to one suited for a daughter, he even repainted the walls a light pale green color, and bought and assembled a canopy bed for me. A couple of weeks later he started calling me his princess, a name that I am thrilled about. I was so worried that my actions and choices would distant us from each other.

Mom, though was in seventh heaven, the daughter she always desired being delivered to her while she was on vacation. We spent lots of time together, shopping for clothes, accessories, even grocery shopping. Like a good Mom she is teaching me the skills that a female might need later in life. We often talk of Jamie’s and my relationship, although she often inserts her wish that we might provide a grandchild or two for her to spoil in the process.

My training at the salon is going well, I am now working on setting hair, using a blow dryer and curling iron. Quite often, I end up heading home with my hair in curlers, so that I can experience the proper placement of the curlers and then how to brush it out in the morning. My daily regimen now has to take into consideration makeup, picking an outfit, and keeping my female figure enticing.

The secretary, at the licensing board, had been promoted to the examiner’s position, with her responsible for giving me the test. Jamie accompanied me, letting me work my magic on her. To my delight the first thing she requested of me is to dye Jamie’s hair platinum blonde.

Before the year was up, I did partake of most of the salon’s procedures, my femaleness getting stronger every day. I managed to let my hair grow out some, my wedge cut although attractive, just did not make me feel feminine enough. Since I had stayed living at home, most of what I make is put in the bank, Jamie’s income joining mine as we saved for our own house. When I got my license, Jamie and I received several surprises.

Our parents had been working on these surprises for quite some time, my getting my license the perfect time to divulge them to us. It started out at the dinner that we were treated to, after returning from the licensing board. Mom and Dad told us that they were moving to Australia, their house would be a present for us. They had made some friends there and now that her youngest daughter had been taught the essentials of being a female she felt that I could be left alone for a while. I had to promise her that when we got married that she would be able to help pick out my wedding dress. Also when the birth of children is eminent, she was to be notified.

Dad had just finished renovating the house, all new appliances, carpeting, furniture, and painting both inside and out. The times that I was asked about color choices and styles of furniture, were a clue as to what they had been planning on doing. Then Aunt Ellen unloaded the second bombshell. She and Janice had bought another salon, two towns over and they were going to move there and run that salon. It is also part of the Turnabout Gurl chain, a larger and more established clientele, with adequate managers already in place to run it. Ellen could semi retire and Janice could do what she preferred to do best that is just manage the salon.

Where Jamie had been a hands on cosmetologist Janice was never as skilled and confident with her customers. She preferred the management end, while Jamie is the get your hands dirty type. The shop here is to be given to us, for us to own and run as we see fit. She did caution Jamie that I had the better business head, that I should make the decisions and let Jamie do the training and actual work on the customers. Of course, she received the patented Jamie pout for that remark.

Our town is much smaller, the shop here did a lot of business but would never grow to be a large metropolitan salon, in our opinion. The income from the shop enough for us, to provide a comfortable living along with the lease money from Dad’s farm land. Although everybody wanted us to marry, both Jamie and I were committed to a long and exciting engagement. I had asked Jamie to marry me the night I received my license, after the dinner and surprises. We usually slept together, although we favored neither home, my canopy bed usually won out.

I tried to do it properly, getting down on one knee and asking her to be my wife. Not easy with the dress I was wearing that night. She accepted and we played like two newlyweds most of the night. The decision had been made early in our relationship that we would sleep together, but no actual sex until we got married. We each learned the skills to bring our partner to orgasm, but never did my penis find her vagina in that special way.

Part of that can be attributed to the false vagina that I wore, junior safely glued away and not reachable. The amount of abuse we heaped on her dildo, though ensured that we would have to purchase replacements regularly.

We settled into a comfortable life, both of us working hard at the salon. We had two stylists and a couple of part-time stylists when business warranted. I never did don male clothes after that fateful day, quite content to be Samantha for my soon to be wife. Things do change though, several new housing developments sprung up and a boarding school was built. We were now busy all the time, hiring two more stylists, even persuading Ellen to move back and help us.

Two months after the business increased I had an addition added to the salon, and we never looked back. I had enlisted the help of Ellen, and had my vagina unglued so that I could collect some sperm. I was going to wine and dine Jamie then ask her what she wanted, I figure when she is at the height of sexual arousal I will ask if she wants my sperm, then fill her up with a turkey baster. Ellen and Mom will get a grandchild and I will get a baby to nurse and take care of. A win-win for everybody. Well, most everybody. You have to remember that no good deed goes unpunished. Since Jamie gave me my breasts I need something to use them for besides filling my bra and providing entertainment for Jamie. Of course, I have to remember they fill out my dresses wonderfully, a necessity for this female.

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