Madeline; Pleasing My Girl

Madeline; Pleasing My Girl

Janet and I had only been together for a little over a month. It was a college romance that started in my freshman year. I made my awkward introduction when she dropped her books due to a clumsy oaf running down the hall. I was close and helped her gather her books up. I was thanked and she asked if she could buy me a soda. I agreed immediately, she was gorgeous and so out of my league, but hope does spring eternal.

The nearest place was a block away, so she led the way as I followed behind. I was getting an enjoyable view of her rear end as she made her way to the malt shop. The malt shop was one of the busiest places on campus, almost always packed with students between their classes. I loved their drinks, very glad she chose this place to have our drink at.

We ordered our sodas and then found a table near the front.

“Did you enjoy your view of my butt?” I, of course, turned numerous shades of red, being caught red handed. When my face color returned to a more normal shade I told her yes it was quite enjoyable.

“Do you do other things besides help females pick up their books and then stare at their butt?” Another blush of color spread throughout, even my ears felt hot and red. I decided the truth is the way to go.

“No, only very attractive ones. I also blush a lot, especially when the female in question is so pretty.”

“Good save.” That pretty much broke the ice and we had an interesting conversation for the next hour. She was somewhat quiet, had opinions and expressed them but let me do most of the talking. She asked for my cell phone number, after entering it in her phone I asked for hers. I got a smile but no phone number.

“I will call you when I need your services again, until then just keep thinking about my butt.” I did get a kiss on the cheek, but way to brief. As she walked away she was sporting quite a smirk though.

We passed each other in the halls several times, I always turned to watch her walk away, her butt swaying to and fro. She would always wiggle a little more, knowing that I was transfixed with her actions. It was three weeks later when she called, asking me to a dance that her dorm was putting on. I readily agreed to take her, but insisted that she let me buy dinner before the dance. “Okay, you twisted my arm, but at the dance you have to do what I request of you.”

I couldn’t think of anything I would refuse doing, especially at a dance. We agreed on a time and a place for dinner, with her meeting me there. I dressed nicely, although Sherry told me it was not formal. I bought her a corsage for her wrist hoping to impress her a little. I managed to arrive twenty minutes early at the restaurant, mostly because I couldn’t wait to see her again and be with her.

I had picked a restaurant that served a variety of different foods, since I was not familiar with what foods she liked. When she showed up she looked ravishing, a LBD that was stressing the little part. We were seated by the hostess, a quiet booth near the patio. Our drinks were brought out then we placed our orders. Both of us got Italian dishes, her choice lasagna while I got spaghetti and meatballs with tomato sauce. We chatted about our lives, a little about our backgrounds, but mostly about college and the courses we were taking. The food was great, both of us full and content.

We drive our cars over to the college gym, where the dance was being held. I parked next to Janet, taking my corsage with me. I gave her a hug as she got out of car, and then handed her the corsage. I got a big smile from her, but then as I took the corsage out of the plastic box, she held out her hand, taking the corsage and sliding it on my wrist. Since I never thought she would do something like that I was totally unprepared. I just stared at the corsage, then back at Janet. She took my hand that was sporting the corsage and led me into the gym.

Since speech was impossible at the moment, I didn’t say anything as she paid for our tickets and then led me into the gym. She got me a glass of punch then introduced me to some of her fellow dorm residents. The band started playing the first number and she took my glass setting it on our table, then led me out to the dance floor. She took my one hand and then placed her other hand around my waist just like you would hold a female. I stood there not knowing what to do, one of her friends came over and took my left hand and placed it on her shoulder. My right hand was held in hers as she led off the dance. I stumbled a little then followed like she seemed to expect.

It was four songs later when we took a break from dancing. She asked me if I wanted something more to drink, I nodded no. I was still tongue tied, every time I looked at my wrist I saw the corsage, then I thought to myself why I had danced the last four dances as a female would. No quick answers came to mind, even now I didn’t know how to bring up the subject with her. A few of her friends came over telling me how good a dancer I was. I just nodded, all of this throwing me completely off track.

Janet had taken her purse and freshened her lipstick, and then to my horror put lipstick on my lips. Again I just let her, even moved my lips as directed to smooth out the lipstick. Another of her friends came over, Sarah, and asked me to dance. I didn’t get a chance to respond before I was being led to the dance floor. Just like with Janet she led and I followed, not just this dance but five more, each with a different one of her friends. I doubted I could come up with the resolve to say anything to anybody. Ten dances and I was still doing the female part, the corsage still proudly displayed on my wrist.

Janet did eventually rescue me, taking me to the rest room with her. Yes, you guessed it, right into the ladies rest room. I looked down right away, not wanting to see anything I was not supposed to. When I saw an empty stall I headed into it right away, locking the door behind me. I quickly dropped my pants and set down on the toilet. Until I got to the bathroom door I was not aware of my need to go. From the amount of liquid that was released, I was lucky to get there in time. I wiped and then redressed, making sure my pants were buttoned and my zipper was all the way up. Then I left the stall, joining Janet at the mirrors. She handed me her lipstick, expecting me to reapply it to my lips. As she waited she released my ponytail and ran a brush through my hair several times. My image in the mirror as I applied the lipstick was now predominantly feminine.

I have no idea why I re-applied the lipstick, I am aware that Janet has some type of control over me, just not sure what and how. I was led back to the dance floor, spending the rest of the evening in her arms. I can’t say it wasn’t where I wanted to be, it did feel so good to be held in her arms. Nobody made any remarks about my appearance or me dancing the female role, I am sure it crossed a lot of people’s minds that evening, not every dance you get to see a guy wearing a wrist corsage and dancing as a female with bright red lips. By the end of the evening I was laying my head on her shoulders, cuddled close to her not even thinking of what I was doing. Lucky for me she was several inches taller than me, a necessity if I wanted to lay my head on her shoulder.

We rode back to her dorm in her car with her leading me up to her room. As we entered her room I was kissed sensuously, leaving me out of breath and panting when she finished. Quickly she removed my clothes, then slipped a pair of panties up my legs and then a nightie over my shoulders. I was pushed back on the bed and soon she joined me, naked as the day she was born. Needless to say I was ravaged by her, no part of my body escaping her attention. I just lay there experiencing the feelings as my nipples and male organ were played with. When she nibbled hard on my nipple after teasing it to death I erupted, Janet catching most of it in her hands, then feeding it back to me making me swallow. I can’t say I enjoyed it, but it was not that repulsive.

She slid a large t-shirt over her body and then cuddled up behind me. I started to close my eyes, looking at my wrist one last time seeing that damn corsage still there. I hope tomorrow things might get better, a return to the normal I have been used to for most of my life. Surely things could not get any worse.

I woke up having to use the bathroom badly. I sat to pee, it just seemed to be the proper thing to do. As I finished up I saw my image in the mirror, still some lipstick, the nightie with the panties peeking out from underneath. Then you have the corsage, still on my wrist and looking fresh and pretty. As I made my way back to bed I was pulled down next to her and kissed hard on the lips. I started to say something to her, but her finger on my lips stopped that thought. It ended up with her playing with my nipples as I laid there trying to figure out what has happened to me.

“I have seen the expression on your face, total bewilderment most of the time. I have an effect on some people, getting them to obey me without anything being said. I knew when I met you that you would do as I asked without questioning me. Now as to our relationship. I like guys, but gals are a lot more fun. If you want me to be a part of your life, you will have to be the female in this union. Last night you did well, no one thinking you were anything other than a tomboyish female. If you can live with that we have quite a future. If not it has been fun, but I want what I want and have always managed to get it.”

“I have given you a glance of what I like, now it is up to you. Show me what you can do to convince me that you are the one that I want to share my life with. It is all up to you now. Get dressed and get out of here, I have a class in an hour and I have to get ready. I will call you in a couple of days to see when you might want to meet. Don’t disappoint me.”

I slipped on my clothes, somehow they didn’t feel right now. Since I had ridden back with her from the dance, I had to walk back to the gym to get my car. Janet offered to drive me before her first class, but I needed the time to figure out things. One, what the hell happened to me and two do I continue on to win the affection of Janet. I too had two classes this morning, but figuring out what happened is more important at the moment, so I ditched both classes. I took the long way back, stopping often to take in the surroundings as I made my way back to my car, then to my house.

I did eventually get there, still wondering about her power over me. That is the only thing that I could think of causing me to act that way. Everything she asked I obeyed quickly and in a positive manner. How else would you explain a male wearing a corsage for almost a day, one originally bought for his date? Looking at my wrist the corsage was still there, all the way across campus and I still wore the damn corsage. Even now I was reluctant to take it off, Janet had not told me to remove it, but she was the one to slip it on my wrist. I eventually got it off since I had to attend a couple of classes that afternoon, but I am very happy they were only lectures. If I would have had to participate in the class I would have utterly failed for the day.

That night I did a lot of thinking, her last statement ‘Don’t disappoint me’ still bouncing through my head. How can I make her happy if I don’t know what will do the trick. I tried to list in my mind what happened last night. She put the corsage on me, I had to follow in dancing instead of leading, the panties, the negligee, the lipstick. Oh Gawd, she wants me to be the female in the relationship. Then it all came back to me, the last words she told me before I was sent out of her room. ‘If you want me you will have to be the female in this union.’ It all makes sense now, after thinking about it I was treated as a female date all night long. Okay, it takes hitting some males on the head repeatedly before they catch on, and I will admit it, I fall into that category quite easily.

If I want a future with her I am going to have embrace my feminine side quite a bit and from her last words I have until later in the week to show her I am willing and able to do it. Now other than wearing a wrist corsage all the time, how am I going to accomplish that? Females, pretty clothes, beauty salons, that’s it I need to find a beauty salon to help me make the change. I looked at yesterday’s newspaper, I thought I saw an ad for a beauty salon, something about a contest for the longest fingernail.

I found the ad and called the number, wondering if I have lost it completely mentally. I am calling a beauty salon to get made feminine for my girl. A girl that I have only known for parts of two days. Maybe it is already too late for me.

The salon answered and I asked about beauty treatments to make me look feminine. I was expecting laughter or a quick end to the call. I got neither. She suggested that if I came in, a specialist could appraise me, giving me ideas on what they could do and how I will look afterward. That included a picture of how I would look after all the treatments. It sounded good, I made an appointment for two hours later surprised that they could take me so soon. The fact that it was after five P.M. another huge surprise.

I made several more calls to see if any other salons would help me. I got laughed at one salon and the next two hung up right after I finished my request. That left me with the Turnabout Gurl Salon as my only choice. I changed clothes and made the trip. I was expecting a small neighborhood beauty shop like my mother used when I was growing up. Instead was this huge shop as big as some super stores, their parking lot jammed with cars. I could see in through some of their windows, customers and employees everywhere. Then right next to the salon was this huge clothing store, the sheer femininity of it oozing out of the doors.

I took the first step, in through the doors and met with my technician that would be helping me today. Beverly introduced herself, then asked what I was looking for. I blurted it right out, my soon to be girlfriend wants me to be the female in the relationship and I know nothing about how to accomplish it. I did manage to tell her that I wanted to ease into it, maybe something different every week until I see if this is what she wants me to do. No problem, may I suggest long nails to start with, very feminine and since they require a period to get used to them, a wise thing to start with.

I swallowed hard trying to get the frog in my throat to budge, but it was stubborn. I ended up nodding my approval and was led to a treatment room at the side of the salon. Beverly looked at my nails then went to a side counter and removed what she would need to complete the task. My mind was telling me that this was idiotic, but all I could see was Janet’s face and how I felt when she held me as we danced, then thinking of being cuddled in her arms last night seemed to make the decision for me.

When Beverly returned and started on my nails, I closed my eyes. If I can’t see what is being done than it can’t be happening. It is funny what the mind tells itself when faced with something so out of character for a male. I guess Beverly saw my eyes closed, squeezing my hand causing my eyes to burst open. She engaged me in conversation for the rest of the time, making me answer her and stay engaged in what she was doing.

It ended up with me being fascinated with my new nails, ten gorgeous nails extending from the ends of my fingers painted in a bright red polish. It made my fingers look longer and more delicate, and yes more feminine. When she finished she thanked me for the opportunity to work on me, then suggested a manicure for my toes, to match my feminine nails. I shook my head up and down, my eyes riveted to my new nails and how pretty they looked. Words escaped me, my total being fascinated by my new fingernails, not ever something I have even thought about before.

The manicure on my feet was delightful, so relaxing that I drifted off to sleep for a while. She squeezed my hand again, with me waking up greeted by ten pretty toes in a matching polish. We talked for a while as she made sure my polish was dry before I slipped my socks back on. As I was starting to gather my sock to slip it on she handed me a sandal, cute and feminine with little rhinestones encrusted on the straps. She helped me put them on, I wiggled my toes looking at how nice they looked in the sandals. I paid her for her services and the sandals, gave her a nice tip and made my way back to my car.

I was out the door and almost to my car before I realized that anyone looking at me could see the extensions and the bright red polish. As my former self that would have bothered me, now I raised my head and continued on, proud to be pretty and feminine. I made it home, and had settled in for the night when someone knocked on the door. I got up to answer the door and as it opened Janet spotted my nails and attacked. I soon found myself on my couch with her lying on top of me. There I stayed for over two hours while she showed her appreciation for what I had done. Maybe I can get my hair styled next week, wondering what rewards that might get me.

The next day reality stuck up its ugly head. I had to attend classes, with prominent long red fingernails. Since it was late spring it was warm, wearing gloves would stand out worse then the red nails. I had nothing to get the polish off, even a trip out to procure something would expose me to the general public. I called Janet hoping to get her to let me come by and help me remove the polish. She giggled at my request, suggesting that I if did show up an application of lipstick and maybe a bow for my hair would solve the problem. I decided to take my chances without swinging by her place.

I arrived at my next class, looking around to see how many people were staring at me. Surprisingly no one was looking in my direction. During the class a few of the females looked in my direction smiled and returned to listening to the teacher. After the class was over, several of the females complimented me on the nails, asking where I had them done at. Other than that it was a non-event.

Janet had homework she had to do tonight, so I was left by myself to wile away the hours. I spent the whole time reading some assigned reading and staring at my nails. As I got ready for bed, I kind of wished I had gone out and purchased a nightie, remembering back to the first night, the feel of it making me an easy convert to feminine sleepwear now. Oh well, I did rub my fingers over the polished nails, the slick feeling quite intoxicating. That is the last I remember as I drifted off to sleep.

The next two days were a repeat, I was beginning to wonder if Janet was already tiring of me, since she made excuses for both nights. At least she did not give me the excuse of having to wash her hair. I made another appointment at the salon, this time I decided on a feminine hairstyle, if this does not work out I could always go back to a short male hairstyle. I guess in a way I was getting desperate, wanting Janet back in my life all the time, and the heck with possible consequences of the feminine things I was subjecting myself to.

The hairstyle definitely put me over the top on apparent femininity. Loads of curls and even highlights to make the female in me stand out. After a look in the mirror I decided to purchase a feminine pair of jeans and a blouse, since my male clothes I had worn to the salon looked so out of place. The image was like a female trying to wear her younger brother’s clothes. Once in my new feminine apparel, the image turned to a young female trying to impress her BFF. I hoped Janet would be more than a BFF, but at this stage I will take whatever I can get.

When I arrived back home Janet was waiting for me, her big smile and her licking of her lips the look I was hoping to get. She apologized for standing me up three nights in a row, but she was behind in her studies, a certain new girlfriend consuming all of her thoughts and feelings. Now that she was caught up, she can turn her attention back to me. With one push I was led to my bedroom, another push as my new pants were sliding down my legs and I was laying flat on the bed as she attacked my face and breasts. She was mumbling something about nothing to play with, as she bit my nipple making me yelp.

I would imagine that breasts would have to be something that I looked into in the future, since she spent about an hour fondling, biting and sucking my little nipples till they were sore and red. It is amazing what I would consider doing for her, a male getting breasts a biggie no matter what the reasons or circumstances.

Over the next few weeks a number of feminine attributes were embraced, pierced ears, feminine eyebrows, a body free of any hair and me now wearing high heels for almost any activity. The current pair with five inch heels, and cute as can be. The stiletto heel, and the ankle strap, in an ivory colored leather making the shoe really stand out.

I presume my fellow classmates have gotten used to me dressed as a female, hardly any comments other than where I bought the item they were admiring. Yes, I did make my own purchases of clothing and shoes, Janet telling me that I would appreciate them more that way. Now when I see something in the shop window, I immediately turn to go in, making sure that I don’t miss out on something so pretty and cute.

Janet did eventually move in with me, after I agreed to her demands of me. I even changed my major, now I am a home economics major, Janet feeling that would better suit me, since I will be her wife, the training necessary to take care of her and our home. Our home that she went and purchased right after we graduated. I did get the breasts, sucked from my body, more than normal for my body size, but just right for Janet to grab a hold of in her opinion. Believe me she puts in the hours manipulating them, my nipples always a little tender from her constant attention.

On the second anniversary of me helping her pick up her books, I was surprised with a quick trip to Vegas where I was asked to marry her and the ceremony was performed. So now Madeline is married, a wife and play toy for Janet. She picked my name, then after we returned she made it official getting all of my I.D. changed to the new name and gender.

I will always remember the wedding night fondly, Janet’s dildo exploring my body till the wee hours of the next morning. I did walk funny as we made the trip to the airport to head back home, but the smile on my face made it all worth while. I never did release my grip on her arm, not going to let her get away ever. Pleasing my girl, that is what it is all about.

© 2016 thru 2024 Fran Cesca Walker

Kelly: Now A Ms.

Kelly: Now A Ms.

Dawn and I had been dating for almost two years now after meeting in our senior year of college. We shared a lot of interests, even having some of the same hobbies. Both of us loved the outdoors, camping and hiking, our favorites. A perfect weekend for us is a ten to fifteen mile hike, camping under the stars, and then hiking back to our car the following morning.

Since we live in Prescott, Arizona, there are hundreds of destinations close by to have that perfect weekend experience at. Just this last weekend, we drove up to Oak Creek Canyon, then hiked in and around Steam Boat Rock for several hours till dusk approached. We camped in the canyon and were coaxed into slumber by the nearby stream babbling along the rocky stream bed. It relaxed us, nature as its best, soothing and refreshing our outlook on life.

Dawn is a saleswoman for a beauty supply company, traveling the southwest to sell her goods and services. She helps design beauty salons, then sells the equipment and product necessary to operate them. She has been doing this for a year now, starting in their company as a phone salesperson, and then, when they decided to offer a salesman to call on the salons, she raised her hand.

They gave her a thirty-day trial, and by the second week, the job was offered to her permanently. Her personality being her best trait, she can make anyone relaxed in her presence just by talking with them. Her knowledge of what a female wants in beauty services is phenomenal. Her designs of several salons have made it apparent that she knows the salon customer, what they are looking for, and what services they will patronize.

Her degree in business management, helping as she advises the new salon owner on what services to offer and what prices the trade will tolerate. Her salon designs tend to be more upscale, pushing the envelope for opulence and exclusivity. One particular customer liked what she was offered but had doubts about its profitability. Her friend, a previous customer of Dawn’s, convinced her to try it. I am sure there were some doubtful moments as Dawn’s designs were built into the new salon but the first day of operation they booked appointments for the next five weeks solid. That eliminated any doubt, causing Dawn to acquire three more customers for salon designs.

My meager existence is much more mundane. I had majored in accounting and financial management in college but had to settle for opening my own business; since they were few, if any, jobs available when I graduated, at least in my field of study. It didn’t take long for me to develop a small following of customers that were happy with the services I provided and the rates I charged. Now after two years of operation, I have a hundred customers and a secretary to help with the business.

I earn a reasonable living, but will not become wealthy with my business. As a comparison, Dawn’s bonus checks are usually twice what my monthly income turns out to be. That bothered me for a while until I realized how talented and driven she is. I show up for work usually around nine AM., but Dawn is at her first customer when they open, somewhere around eight AM. That necessitates her getting up at six AM. so that she can get dressed and drive to their salon.

I like my work; it is a fun job, but Dawn is a fanatic about her job, eagerly awaiting each day to push the envelope just a little bit more. Where I drag my feet a little, she is airborne from the moment she is awake until she sits down for dinner. We both are fairly attractive, with Dawn two inches taller than me at five foot ten inches tall. Since we exercise so much we are both trim, Dawn weighing in at 130 lbs. versus my 140 lbs. Despite our height both of us have rather small frames with narrow shoulders and less than average bums, although her bums are quite a bit more photogenic.

Dawn’s exceptional body part is her breasts, a full D cup they make her a standout in any crowd. She is proud of them but does not wear clothes to accentuate them. My noteworthiness is my face and hair. Ever since rebelling in high school, I have worn my hair long, usually keeping my dark ash blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. My face though is another matter, a definite curse for a member of the male sex.

As the saying goes, the genetic female gets the boyish looks and the coarse straight hair, but the male gets the long curly hair, the gorgeous lashes, and the cute button nose. Guilty on all three counts, plus a couple of more, but who is counting. I have to watch how I dress, anything androgynous makes me look like a female and the miss and mams start. The fact that I was named Kelly after my mom hasn’t helped matters in the gender area.

I know the name Kelly can be used for either sex, but long hair, a cute button nose and the name Kelly seems to translate as a female more often than not. Since I am attached to my hair, with Dawn favoring the longer locks, I have been forced to put up with matters as they are. I still grimace when I am called miss, but usually do not correct them, since it usually is more effort to explain than just to let it go.

That night when Dawn made it home, she unpacked the bags of food she had obtained, the smell of tacos and burritos made itself known to that cute little button nose that was centered on my face. “What is the occasion that deserves this treat,” I asked? We normally eat at home, a habit that we started to save money so we could buy a house. We lived together in a rented house that we shared, deciding to wait until we could buy a house before we married.

With no close relatives, we didn’t have to worry about everybody’s opinion of us living together, a real problem usually where parents are involved. We were both only child’s, spoiled rotten by our parents but loved by them unequivocally. Unfortunately, both fathers were taken from us by a drunk driver, way before they should have died. Dawn’s father was involved in an automobile accident last New Year’s Eve and mine after a visit to my college two months before my graduation.

Of course, you have figured out by now, that neither one of us drink any alcoholic beverages of any kind. We do, however, love Root Beer, a fact that can be blamed back to a hamburger joint at college that served the best draft Root Beer around. After moving here, we had to spend an unearthly amount of time and money to find a Root Beer that was comparable. We ended up getting it from an internet company in California and shipping it in. Now once a month, we receive a package from UPS with two five gallon jugs of Root Beer.

Our nectar of the Gods is also perfect with Mexican Food; I know that is weird, but we do not necessarily conform to all the social do’s and dont’s. The tacos were great; the burritos were fabulous with a sprinkling of hot sauce to liven up the taste buds. The guacamole dip was fresh made, with a taste of lime, fresh onions, and peppers. But the cool Root Beer sliding down our throat afterward, made it heaven. This particular brand of Root Beer has the foam top after filling a glass with it, the telltale sign of a good quality drink.

The celebration is because Dawn had made a new contact today. She explained. “An owner of a chain of beauty salons wants me to work for her designing and opening up new salons.” I could tell that Dawn is excited about this as her speech and emotions were all over the place. “Francine owns Turnabout Gurl Salons, a national chain of beauty salons, catering to a specific customer. They have both male and female customers, but the male customer was the one that the salon catered to originally.”

Francine wanted Dawn to start her own company doing what Dawn’s employer was doing, but only for her salons. She would be responsible for the new salons, also, going back and renovating the older salons as the time allowed. I was thrilled for Dawn, but I wondered where the money to start the business is going to come from and told her that. Then, Dawn pulled a check from her purse, turning it around so that I could look at the face of the check.

It was made out to Dawn for 250,000.00 dollars. She also pulled out a business agreement between her and Francine stating the conditions of the new partnership. Dawn would have a fifty-one percent interest in the company until all the original investment is paid back, and then she would be the sole owner. The agreement is very straightforward, no legal mumbo jumbo, just straight talk about all things that mattered.

As I was glancing over the agreement, I noticed a business name that I was quite familiar with on one of the contract lines. I pointed to the name and asked what was going on. Dawn smiled. “Both she and Francine wanted some expert financial and accounting help with the business. Since you are an expert, your services will be required. You will bill for time spent on the business, less a twenty percent discount for bigger businesses.” That was my standard charge for my larger customers anyway, so that was no problem.

I was shocked; this was a quite lucrative opportunity for both of us, way too good of a deal to pass up. I managed to get Dawn to tell me how she and Francine had met, and what prompted the discussion of the partnership.

“I had called on her at one of her other locations when I heard of them opening another salon in the immediate area. I got lucky to connect with Francine as she was there to finalize some of the plans for the new salon. I made my pitch and Francine was all ears. We ended up going to lunch to discuss matters further, and three hours later the deal was put to paper.”

Dawn was reluctant to leave her employer but knew that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. She had no doubts about her ability to start and run the new company, but with a little regret about competing with her present employer. When Dawn gave them notice later that day, they were shocked, but knew at some time she would leave, an employee with that much talent would be sought after by any and all of their competitors.

As they were working out when would be her last day, her employer asked in passing if she knew anybody that would be interested in buying the business. “I might know someone, but a lot of it would depend on the asking price and the present inventory.” They decided on a meeting later that day around five. That way the owner could decide on a price and ascertain an inventory figure.

Dawn made a call to Francine, with the permission granted to buy the business if the price and inventory were adequate. Before Dawn came home, her old boss approached her with the price and inventory figure. Dawn studied the figures, then counter offered at 25% less than that figure. The owner agreed, and a declaration of intent was signed until the lawyers could put it all down on paper.

The owner confided to Dawn that he didn’t want to compete with her in business since his downfall was a most likely outcome. So my future bride, now owns a business in partnership with an owner of a chain of beauty salons. I was also included in the package since I now had a new account and a lot more business to handle.

As we got ready for bed that night, I hinted that we maybe could look for a house and schedule a wedding date. I received a very passionate kiss, and all kinds of erotic occurrences were happening until the wee hours of the morning. Maybe things were getting better; a wedding was now in the scope of things, a wish that had been mine since the first time I had met Dawn.

The next day started two weeks of planned pandemonium. Meeting with lawyers to sign the finalized agreements, changing ownership on a multitude of permits and licenses, it was a whirlwind of activity. Dawn spent a lot of time with Francine discussing ideas and plans for the new salon. Apparently Dawn’s new partner loved her ideas and work was started on the new salon. Four weeks to the day, a Grand Opening of the salon occurred, and the crowd and attention from the media is so fierce that you couldn’t get near the salon.

To say it was a success was quite an understatement, the salon did more business in their first week than all of the other salons in their first week of business. Everybody is happy; even I am getting more involved with the new company. From an accounting standpoint, Dawn’s new company is selling more equipment and supplies with a lot less overhead.

I was doing the books for Francine’s new salon, and on paper, they were more profitable with the new prices they were now paying for their supplies. In the newest salon, they had offered more upscale services at a heftier price, the result is the services were booked solid. The customer apparently desiring the new services that they offered, no one else in the area was willing to offer these services, so Turnabout Gurl made out like bandits.

Dawn and I did talk about our upcoming marriage, and we settled on a date right before Christmas. Since this was early April, we had quite a bit of time to make plans and find a house. It was decided that I would take the time to look for a house, or property to build, if all else fails. Then the two of us would make the final decision. It didn’t take me long to find that perfect house, and Dawn and I agreed on the purchase price after walking through the home one weekend.

It was located just south of Flagstaff along one of the side canyons near Sedona. It had a beautiful view overlooking Coconino National Forest with a lot of red rock pinnacles scattered in the background. The house was two story with living room, kitchen, bathroom, and den downstairs while upstairs, bedrooms and two more baths were housed. The outside was all finished in cedar, with a copper colored metal roof.

Inside, the whole house was done in knotty pine including the floors. Floor to ceiling windows allowed the outside inside and brightened the interior making it inviting and comfortable. In more ways than one, it was our dream house. We set aside one day each week to furnish and move into the new house. There was no rush since we had plenty of time, doing it slowly and methodically a lot more fun anyway.

We kept the rented house since we pretty much wanted to save the new house for after we married. So we bought pieces of furniture and moved a little of our belongings each week to the new house. Quite often we would take sandwiches and fresh fruit for our work day, then sit in chairs on the wrap around porch taking in the panoramic views of the red rock country as we nibbled.

Every couple of weeks, I would add one of the salons to my workload, and Dawn was on her third remodel. Every salon that she redid increased their profits, and also their business. Dawn and I did find time to talk about the wedding, what we wanted, and who we intended to invite. It was not going to be a large affair, but big enough to rule out a small venue.

One evening as we were snuggled on the couch in the rented house, listening to some music, I noticed Dawn scribbling on a notepad. I watched for a while to see what she was doing, her mind lost in some other dimension. She was writing her name with my surname. I guess that is what most women do, sometime before they marry since they take on the last name of their spouse.

I was intrigued as I watched the names she wrote. Her last name was Killian, and my last name was La Mont. I was leaned up against her shoulder and was watching as she tried all the different combinations. All were prefaced with the salutation of Ms.; the names included Ms. Dawn La Mont, Ms. D La Mont, Ms. D. Killian, Ms. Dawn Killian and to my surprise, Ms. Kelly Killian. That name made me pause for a few moments.

I guess it is technically possible for a male to assume his wife’s surname, but I doubt it is seldom done these days. I was going to ask about it but decided it was just her playing around, no need to make a big deal out of it.

Both of our workloads picked up and Dawn soon was hiring some help for her company. Once I had the salons set up it was just data input, so I got by with my part time secretary for two days a week. Things were looking good, Dawn’s profits were steadily increasing, and she had already managed to pay Francine some of the business startup money back. Quite a feat for only four month’s of elapsed time.

Francine took that money and opened three more salons, all unqualified successes. Since Dawn is doing twice the business that her old employer did, she was able to negotiate better deals on supplies and equipment. Instead, of her having to contact her suppliers, the owners of these companies were coming to her with the deals and promotions.

There was a few things, specialty equipment that Francine used that Dawn did not carry or use. She and Francine went to those companies looking for better deals, or first rights for new equipment and procedures. They were successful in their endeavors, even getting national distribution rights on a couple of these procedures and equipment.

The upcoming wedding occupied a lot of my thoughts; I guess mainly because I had a little more free time than Dawn had. Dawn was on the go from early in the morning until she arrived for dinner. We had set limits early on with regards to the number of hours we would work on the businesses. We loved the involvement but was cognizant of the need for time for us. Thus, Dawn maintained no more than a ten hour day, and I usually held mine at eight hours a day. Dawn did have to travel some since there are so many salons, a two-day trip each week to the salons that were farther than a one day drive from our house. The weekends are ours, no business, no customers, just the two of us.

In the back of my mind, I had pondered the surname thing over and over. It was getting to be a problem with me. I wanted her to take my name after marriage, but Dawn La Mont was far from an attractive combination. I searched the internet for all information about the male taking the wife’s surname. In the U.K., it was becoming more popular, but in the U.S., it was still hardly indulged in.

There were only six states in the U.S. where a male could take his wife’s surname without a legal name change being instituted. One of those states is Arizona when applying for the license a couple could state what surname would be used. I wondered what problems and situations would occur if I chose Dawn’s last name.

Finally, one evening the subject came up between us, Dawn was non-committal, probably not wanting to hurt my feelings. We discussed it for over an hour; I told her that I am leaning toward taking her last name, for several reasons. The awfulness of Dawn La Mont the first reason, the second being that her business was called Dawn Killian Beauty Supplies.

She listened but didn’t say too much. Finally, I tried to pin her down as to why she was against me using her surname. I guess I had pushed a little too hard that night, as she angrily shouted back. You haven’t the slightest idea how this will affect you; a female has to adjust to the new way of life. She is not viewed as an equal in the marriage. She gives up a part of her person, her last name, to become a part of something else. Very few couples have an equal relationship in their marriage.

You will now have to experience that for yourself, from Mr. Lamont to Ms. Killian. People are cruel, conveniently forgetting that you are a male, you gave that up when you decided to take your wife’s surname. Another female might have a little sympathy and understanding for you, but your fellow males will attack you with a vengeance. You gave up your sacred right, so obviously you are really a female at heart.

I guess I had opened a can of worms; I have never seen her so worked up. The discussion died a slow death, as we were both too involved to have a simple exchange of ideas, this resulted in it being an argument. Neither of us was making any points or resolving any issues, so the discussion was tabled until cooler heads could prevail.

Over the next few weeks, the name subject did not come up, although it should have. Business was still brisk for both of us, neither of us having the time to do much else but tend to the problems with the company. I did have the chance to talk frequently with Francine, and the subject did come up once or twice.

Francine thought the traditional method of taking the males surname would be the better choice since the alternate choice was very unconventional. On the second occasion of it coming up in conversation, she asked if I was willing to put up with all the teasing and being made fun of that would result if I chose to take her last name. I told her that I was not looking forward to it, but if it came along with the choice, I would endure it.

She told me there might be a way to avoid the hassle of taking her name, but it had its own consequences, and she was not sure that Dawn would approve of the idea. Francine said she would talk to Dawn about it, without bringing my name into the discussion, then depending on what she says, I will be informed of the possibility.

It is a very unusual solution to our problem that one of her friends used several years ago. It worked for them, and they are very happy, but whether it would be helpful in this circumstance would have to be determined. I asked her to run it by Dawn, then get back to me, but I was still favoring the option of taking her last name in marriage.

Francine did approach Dawn about the subject, first telling her about her friends and their approach to the problem of surnames. According to Francine, Dawn thought it would be a hoot, but was sure that I would not go for it. It was a subject brought up often between the two females as they tried to look at all of the possibilities and variations that might pop up.

Finally, it was time to clue me in on the options and see what I wanted to do about it. The two of them presented the deal to me after a sumptuous dinner out. I was told that it was done in a public setting so that any yelling and screaming would be minimal. Dawn started the discussion, asking me if I still wanted to take her surname in our marriage. My answer was an empathetic yes.

Next, was I still totally committed to our marriage, since this option was most likely to put the marriage under quite a bit of stress? I told her that I wanted to marry her, whatever hoops or hurdles I had to jump to do so. Dawn told me there was a way that we could join in matrimony and me take her last name without much pressure on my male self. She held my hand, squeezed it, telling me that the way to do that was for me to be the bride in the relationship.

I sat there stunned at her solution. She kept talking reminding me that same-sex couples are allowed to marry now. If we married as two lesbians, I could take her last name without much fanfare. I would need to portray myself as a lesbian for a little while to make the union more realistic, but could resort back to my male identity eventually.

The fact that I could wear the wedding dress obviously a plus in the matter. I gave her a scornful look, wanting to know why wearing the dress would be a plus for me. She giggled that of the two of us; you would make the prettiest bride, with your looks, especially that cute nose of yours, being the clincher. I couldn’t believe her; she wanted me to be the bride, just because I wanted to take her last name as my surname.

This was getting way out of control, a simple wish of mine, to maybe make things a little easier on her, and now they are planning on me getting a sex change. Ms. Kelly Killian my ass. Needless to say, nothing was resolved, in fact; it wasn’t even discussed further that night. Several days later Dawn came home early, looking for me. It was a Saturday, and she had to go in for a brief time to handle a delivery but left as soon as that was resolved. She wanted to talk about the wedding again, and what suggestions had been brought up.

She promised me no arguing; she just wanted to talk things through. She especially wanted to know what made me taking her surname such an important issue. We decided to pack a picnic lunch and head to the new house. The wrap around porch with its beautiful view of red rock country a favorite spot for us to unwind and relax. The trip to the house allowed us the time to put our thoughts together, especially me.

She made the sandwiches, grabbed a little potato salad left from a couple of days ago, and packed them into on our thermal bags. I grabbed a couple of bottles of chilled white wine, and we were off. Also a gallon of Root Beer. It is always better if you are prepared for any eventuality.

Arriving at the new house, we made our way to the porch, set out the food and made ourselves comfortable. The talk was easy here, our inhibitions not visible, our emotions more under control. The food was consumed; then we leaned back sipping the wine. Dawn started the conversation, telling me how proud of me she is, wanting to ease some of the burdens of marriage for her. She has no trouble with me taking her last name after the marriage but is fearful of what I might have to go through in the coming years.

Francine’s friends ran into a lot of troubles when they attempted something similar, resulting in them having to move to a different area to ease the harassment. She doesn’t want to put me through this, so she needs me to tell her why I want this change, and you’d better be truthful about it since it affects both of us. Not just for a few months but for the rest of our lives.

I pondered my response to her; I really didn’t know exactly why I was so gung-ho on this. It just seemed that taking her surname was the right thing to do. I reminded her of her doodling that evening when she was writing different names down seeing how they looked and sounded. I mentioned that I saw her write Ms. Kelly Killian down as one of the possible names, at that time she was thinking along the same lines as I.

She blushed a little, asking why I didn’t say something at the time. I told her that I didn’t know what she was thinking or if she was just doodling without any conscious thought behind it. All I know is that I love her with all my heart and want to share the rest of my life with her. It does not matter if I am Kelly La Mont or Kelly Killian just as long as she is by my side.

Dawn smiled, then suggested that we test the waters by letting Francine turn me into Ms. Kelly Killian for a while, to see if it causes me more trouble than it is worth. If I pass the test, I can wear the wedding dress, have the kids, and be the Mom.

If not, we can regroup and go back to Plan A. The only thing that stuck in my little pea brain was to have the kids. Surely she can’t be serious. Dawn, of course, ignored any of my thoughts and went on with her agenda. She wanted me to make an appointment with Francine, to get the ball rolling, on my conversion to Ms. Kelly Killian.

Dawn and Francine had talked, and there were a lot of treatments that would help convert me to a female at least in looks. Then after a couple of week’s trial run, I could get a better idea of what problems I might encounter as Ms. Kelly Killian. My job shouldn’t be a problem since my business mostly deals with faxed or emailed data, hence no need to actually meet people face to face. My problems would most likely be with friends or relatives who would frown on a male taking his wife’s last name. Our Mom’s the two who came to mind first.

I promised her I would get with Francine, but wanted to know what she would think if I came home decked out in a dress and heels. She giggled a little, but just stated that she loved me for who I am, and it didn’t make any difference to her how I dressed or acted. Besides with your cute nose you probably will look better as a woman than as a male.

Luckily I didn’t think about that at the time, but since that conversation, I often have the same thoughts. Since I knew our Mom’s would be the biggest problem, I decided to confront my Mom before I got hold of Francine. My Mom lived outside of Las Vegas, just over the Nevada border from Arizona, a two and a half hour drive from here. I had set a day aside to visit her, to sound her out on this subject and to take her out to lunch.

Needless to say, there are lots of restaurants in Vegas to choose from, with us ending up in one of the fancier buffets. The buffet was two hundred feet long, offering every kind of food imaginable. After making our selections we found a secluded table and nibbled at our meals. It only took Mom a couple of minutes to figure out that I had something to confess and wanted me to spill the beans. I decided to be blunt telling her that I was going to take Dawn’s last name as my surname in marriage.

She was not fazed by that thought and continued eating her meal. A few minutes later she asked if I was going to be the bride in the marriage. Whoa, how did she reach that conclusion based on what I had told her? A smile lit up her face, my reaction providing her answer. I was stammering trying to recover from her assumptions. She held my hand and asked if Dawn was alright with the decision. I told her I thought so, then went on to explain our idea in a little more detail.

My mother told me that she would have no problem with the arrangement as long as she received some grandchildren from the deal. I told her that we would work on it, but it was Dawn’s responsibility to handle the pregnancy aspect of things. Mom asked if I was the bride and wife, wouldn’t it be my job to have the kids. I looked at her in that you have to be kidding way, asking her if she remembered that I was born a male.

My Mom ignored that last statement but told me when I was ready to pick out the wedding dress, she would help me and, of course, pay for the dress. I stared at her for the longest time but finally returned to the living as she asked me how many kids did Dawn and I want in our marriage. She and her grandchildren, that topic had come up quite often in our phone conversations recently, I guess getting older does change your priorities in life. I never did answer her question directly, also quite sure the topic will be brought up again in the near future.

With nothing settled or talked about anymore, I kissed her goodbye and headed home. Dawn broke out laughing as I recounted the day’s activities, asking me if I preferred breastfeeding or formula. In mock anger, I told her breastfeeding, it is much better for the baby.

Her Mom responded the same as my Mom, wanting to know who was wearing the dress, of course, Dawn had to tell her immediately that I was to be the bride, the wife and the mother of our children. Her Mom’s response only, “Kelly will make a lovely bride.” Is it the whole world that has gone crazy; now everybody wants me to be the bride, and the mother, which last I learned was impossible for a male? Although on a couple of occasions since then, I have removed my pants to make sure that my member is still there. With the mother’s in the know, it was now time to call Francine and get my sex change.

I made the call, she asked only one question, did I want to be just a token lesbian or did I want to be believable. Ever since this subject was brought up, I had debated in my mind to what degree did I want to be transformed. I told her that I wanted to keep my male equipment if that is what she was asking, but for it to be hidden away was a given necessity to achieve the lesbian image. Now that I had said that out loud to another person, I was extremely nervous. It is one thing to think it, but to admit it to another human being puts it in a totally different perspective.

She made the appointments for me, two full days of getting rid of the male in me, although she confessed that a lot of the time it would be just unlearning old habits. Since I looked so cute already, it would be no problem to make me ultra girly. I sincerely hope she was kidding me on that. The next day was my first appointment, at the ungodly hour of seven A.M.

I notified Dawn of my commitment that night, and I guess she wanted to be sure that she got in her frequent flier miles before my little fella was hidden away. It was four A.M. before she let me get to sleep, and then, to add insult to injury, when she got up at six to get ready for the day she pushed me out of the bed. “Time for Kelly to get pretty” was her mantra as she showered and did her makeup. She was definitely looking forward to this way more than I would have imagined. I did manage to get to the salon, although, I almost dozed off a couple of times at stoplights.

Walking into the salon, one of the ones that Dawn had designed, I was shocked. It was like entering into another world. For one thing, the amount of pink used in the decor would leave a lot of people partially blind. The pink in the walls and everywhere was so pink that I could close my eyes and see nothing but pink, a bright pink I might add. I was greeted at reception by Jules, the manager of the salon, rubbing her hands together like she couldn’t wait to get her hands on me. Her first comment was you are going to be so cute, all of the girls can’t wait to get their hands on you.

She left me in one of the treatment rooms, but not before getting me naked and taking my male clothes with her. Sally was the first technician, to work on me, way too happy to use the hot wax on me, leaving me as smooth as a baby’s butt. Just the way she jerked off the cloth strips, I could tell that she was having fun. She did make up for all the pain as she rubbed some soothing lotion into my denuded areas. I was informed that with the next waxing I would no longer need to worry about body hair. The combination of a special wax and the cream used after, permanently stopped any hair re-growth. I guess I am alright with that, I was never fond of my body hair, since the macho male look was not something I ever alluded to.

As an afterthought, Sally reached up to my eyebrows, can’t leave those messy things; they will have to go. A little more wax and a cloth strip to each brow and I no longer had any eyebrow left. I started to protest, but she told me that it would be much easier this way, she was saving me many hours of tweezing eyebrows in the future. Since it was too late to reverse the process, I let the protest die a quiet death.

The same cream was used on my beard area, applied thicker and rubbed in more. It was left for thirty minutes; then she used an astringent to remove the cream and what little stubble I had at the present. Sally gave me a big hug, thanking me for letting her work her magic on my body. I got a cheek kiss as she whispered in my ear that you are going to be one hot looking babe, so cute. Not exactly what a male wanted to hear, but looking in the mirror in front of me, I could tell that today’s treatment had encouraged quite a bit of my masculinity to fade away.

Janey was the next technician to have her fun with me, her words not mine. I was still lying on the table as she entered, introducing herself and telling me what she was going to do for me. She was in charge of adding curves to my straight up and down body. She helped me to slide down the table a little more and put my feet in stirrups that were sticking out from the end of the table. She had brought several boxes with her, and as she placed them on the table next to me, I suddenly became aware of how accurate this portrayal is going to be.

She started with the boobs, placing two jiggly mounds on my denuded chest. She made marks for the correct placement, then added glue to the form and also my chest. I was told these were state of the art hi-tech breasts capable of transmitting touches to the chest and nipple area underneath. The weight of the breast form was surprisingly heavy; it made me wonder what it was like for Dawn to manage the D cup breasts she had. I guess if you grew up with them, it would not be that big a deal.

She placed each one of my hands over a breast to hold them until the glue is dried, a weird feeling if you have never held your own breasts. It was almost like they were a forbidden item, the simple act of touching them would cause trouble for me. As I held them they wobbled a little, like holding two sacks of jello, they were never still. When she told me to release them, my hands couldn’t leave the form fast enough. She chuckled, telling me that soon they would be one of my best friends, whether I touched them or some other lucky individual did the touching. The pleasure that they can give you is considerable.

She moved a little lower, spreading the stirrups wider, allowing her to get between my legs. A cool spray was felt on my groin, then nothing. She took a very realistic vulva and laid it over my groin, marking where the edges came, and checking for its fit. She manipulated my male appendages then secured my penis into the sheath of the cache sex. The numbing spray canceled out most feeling, but I could still feel when my penis was touched and when she pushed my testicles back into my body. I started to make a comment, but she asked me to remain still, and she would explain.

For a male to experience being a female, it is better when the prominent symbol of that maleness is taken away. You are no longer a male, of the superior sex, now you are just a female, a toy for the macho male, a slave to dresses and makeup, and a nurturing mother to children. At least that is the thinking of a majority of males. You will find out that you now have far more power, influence, and clout than when you were a male. This is a secret learned by females, and if you were to choose to go back to being a male, we would have to kill you or neutralize your new found knowledge.

She broke out in giggles, then ran one of my fingers over the vulva lips, then after a liberal amount of lube was placed on my finger she it slid into my new orifice. I gasped at the feeling that I was receiving, little waves of pleasure starting to move through my body. I received a hug and cheek kiss; her work is done. She did ask if I wanted a little quiet time to contemplate my new toy, but I declined. I am sure Dawn would be eager to try out the new equipment. As she picked up her tools and glue she asked me to try out the tits. With a questioning look on my face, she picked up one of my hands, placed two fingers on the nipple and told me to squeeze. I did, and I came right there on the table. My new female sex still twitching convulsively because of the nipple stimulation.

With red blushes and extreme embarrassment, I tried to blend into the top of the table. Janey was laughing out loud, then reached under the table into one of the drawers and removed a tampon. From Dawn using them I was familiar with their purpose, but to my horror, Janey removed the paper wrapper and inserted it in my new vulva. Another sharp intake of breath as she whispered in my ear that this is another reason for their use, your ejaculation will leak out over the next few hours unless you plug it up. You should get in the habit of changing them every three to four hours, and then a shower or bath tonight will take care of any leftover fluids. I did get a hug as she left the room, apparently now a member in good standing of the female sex since my orgasm.

I was able to look at my reflection in the wall mirror at the end of the table, and there for all to see was the telltale string of a tampon right between my new lips. The blushes came again, just a few moments ago, I had become a female, and now I had already started using tampons. That for a female was maybe not a big deal, but a former male needing such a female item seemed impossible.

Janey was replaced by Katrina. She is the makeup expert, but also does hair. My hair is shampooed, conditioned and set in curlers. A bonnet hair dryer is slipped over my head of curlers as I was situated in her chair. A huge case of cosmetics was wheeled over and she started on my makeup. Since I was a newbie to all of this she was going to use stains and other semi-permanent cosmetics instead of regular makeup. That way I would have time to learn to do it myself, and still look feminine all the time. I didn’t think of the implications that would have on me at the time it was being done.

She took her time applying each item carefully, making sure of its proper position on my face. Since I was laying back I could not see much of my face, the few glimpses already very feminine looking. The sound and the heat of the hair dryer was doing a number on me, my eyes slowly closing as I drifted off to sleep. I guess it was a smart move on her part to do my eyes first, since with them closed it would be difficult to apply the necessary cosmetics.

When the dryer shut off, I woke up instantly tasting the lipstick on my lips. She slid off the hair dryer, then set the chair up some. The image in the mirror made quite an impression on me, there was no male persona left, a cute attractive female the only image in the mirror. She brushed out my hair, no fancy style just a regular curly female look. I took in a deep breath, what the others had been telling me suddenly quite real. I was no longer a male, anybody looking at me or interacting with me would only see a female. Ms. Kelly Killian now just about as real as you can get.

Since I now had the female body, I was handed a robe, then taken to their clothing store next door. Two hours later I had way too big of a wardrobe, at least in my opinion. The lingerie was fantastic, if only it was on Dawn. Once I had tried on several sets of lingerie we moved on to dresses, blouses and skirts. According to my sales lady I was a natural, just the perfect size for the latest fashions, with most any style of women’s clothing looking good on my body. I did notice I was not offered any pants, I did mention the fact to her, but she showed me on my information card that I was to receive no pants of any kind. A requirement of Francine. I briefly wondered about our hiking on the weekends, a skirt or dress might hinder my participation quite a bit.

Back to the salon portion of the business so my nails could be worked on next, Ginger the tech to do so. Extensions were added my nails now extending past my fingertip by almost an inch. Many coats of nail polish were applied, the finished color a rich deep red. I was informed that it was their special polish, requiring a visit to the salon to remove it or change the color.

That concluded the services for today, tomorrow would be classes in acting like the cute female I now looked like. Voice modification if necessary would be handled along with proper deportment for a female.

Of course, Dawn showed up at that very moment, looked around the salon then took off running towards me. I was engulfed in a huge hug, as she tried to squeeze the stuffing out of me. I was dragged out of the salon, with her arranging for my wardrobe to be delivered to out house tomorrow. I won’t say she broke any speeding limits on the way home, but made the trip in half the time it took me to get to the salon this morning. Dragged out of the car and into the house, right to our bedroom and stripped out of my clothes. Pushed back on to the bed and pounced on immediately. I was kissed, titties massaged and my new slit fingered till I was a smoldering mess. This continued for most of the night as I pleaded with her to stop. She ignored me, I must have come numerous times not remembering how many or any detail about the orgasms. I knew I was leaking from my new female sex, at times my legs wet all the way to my knees.

Then she had the audacity to push me out of bed the next morning, so that she could take me to my salon appointment. My car still at the salon from yesterday. I did make it through my lessons for the day, my voice altered till it sounded so feminine, and told it is now my voice for the upcoming years. So much for this being a trial period, breasts, vagina, makeup and now my voice. I did make it home, eventually dragging my tired stressed out body to the bed. I was asleep in minutes not remembering if I even managed to get undressed.

Dawn did find me, deciding to continue her assault on my body, a pleasant way to unwind from a hectic day. I woke during another Dawn caused orgasm, opened my eyes briefly then moaned and tried to roll away from her. No suck luck, three hours later I was soaked again, my mind pure mush from all the stimulation. I never came so much in my entire life, lucky to be able to do so once a week in the past.

I never did see another piece of male clothing, everything female in my closet mostly dresses and skirts. I guess the lesbian excuse is the one we will use if asked since I now looked the part.

Mom made the trip a couple of weeks later, wedding dresses on her agenda. Three days later and visits to every dress shop within hundreds of miles she found the one I was going to wear at my wedding. Not my first choice, a flouncy dress with huge skirt, a plunging bodice, and yards and yards of lace trim. I complained, but was totally ignored. Dawn loved it when she was shown pictures of me in the dress. The fact that I had to wear a corset to get into the dress an added plus as far as she was concerned.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Hanna: A Sissy’s Life

Hanna: A Sissy’s Life

It was that time of year again, parties and holiday gatherings, everyone wanting to get in the act somehow. We had hosted a costume party last year, so that left us off the hook for hosting a party this year. Since my wife had several prominent businesses in town, it was kinda of expected that we would come to any party we were invited to. I was a work from home husband, making small investments and dabbling a little in the stock market. I had managed to do quite well when I first started, and banked the proceeds. Essentially we were set for life, providing we didn’t get carried away with our spending.

Janice wanted something to do to keep her occupied, so that is the reason for her businesses. Among her holdings was a beauty salon, that was a branch of a national chain. Then we have her woman’s boutique, where she imported a lot of European fashions, ones that were not normally seen in the U.S. A children’s clothing store was her latest acquisition, occupying most of her time as she revamped it to her liking. The store had a huge unused space that was part of the building, her idea was to open a daycare there. Her idea was as the parents came to drop off their children or pick them up, some of them will shop the clothing store at one time or another. I could see some merit to her idea, so I encouraged her more than I usually did with her other businesses.

We were debating what parties we were going to attend this year, as we consumed the take out food she had picked up on her way home. I was more than happy to partake of her selections, since she had stopped at the local Mexican restaurant I adored. The food was so good, my sudden silence because I was stuffing my face with the goodies.

Party wise we had fifteen invitations, ten of them we were pretty much required to attend, since they were hosted by close friends or business acquaintances of hers. Unfortunately for us our costume party was such a hit last year that eight of the gatherings were going to be costume parties this year. They so liked our party last year that they wanted to use the same idea for theirs. They did vary the theme a little, to keep from all the parties having the same type of costumes involved.

I left the costume selection up to Janice, my total lack of imagination and willingness to dress differently left me out of the picture completely. She had quite a bit of fun choosing parts of our costumes, each day she would have several bags with her when she made it home. The contents were stashed somewhere, and the few questions I had asked of her about the costumes were totally ignored.

The first party ended up getting canceled, the hostess suffering an appendix attack the day before the party. One down and nine more on the schedule. I guess I really didn’t mind the costumes and the party atmosphere but quite a few of the attendees were stuck up, thinking more about their lives and social standing than any thing else. That rubbed me the wrong way. One of the worst was my wife’s sister, although they got along fantastically her sister and I were like oil and water. If given the chance she would go out of her way to annoy or embarrass me. I tried to keep my distance from her, unfortunately she will be at all of the remaining parties.

The biggest party was scheduled at the end of the week, it was so big that they had rented out the high school gym to have the party at. Janice made sure I would be available the day of the party, since a few things had to be done to me before my costume could be donned. I should have inquired more at her revelation, but decided whatever it was I would have to live with it.

Early the next morning I was shoved out of bed by a giggling Janice, dressed in some sweats and dragged from the house. A short ride to her salon and pushed in, then back to a private room in the back. Undressed, then slathered in a cream by one of her employees. I was suddenly red, the embarrassment at being seen naked too much for me this early in the day. A little while later the cream was wiped off, my body hair leaving with the cream.

After the back side was treated the same way, they focused on my hair. Washed and conditioned, than cut in a style, followed by being set in curlers. I looked at Janice skeptically, her smirk the only reaction from her. Letting my hair grow down to my shoulders perfect for what she had in mind for me today. Once the curlers were all in place my eyebrows were shaped, my ears pierced, then some makeup was applied to my face. The image in the mirror in front of me was no longer masculine, but by the same token I was not overly feminine in looks. The curlers were removed, my hair brushed then placed in curly pigtails, with curly bangs across my forehead, and a few tendrils of loose curls over each ear. The pigtails were secured by the use of tons of ribbon, secured around each bunch of hair, then tied in a bow with the remaining streamers flowing down my back and shoulders.

A robe was slipped on my shoulders and I was taken to one of her stores a couple of blocks away. When she walked up to her children’s clothing store door I put on the brakes.

Being naked under the robe with my hair in pigtails left me at a disadvantage. I soon found myself in one of their dressing rooms, the robe removed and goose pimples sprouting all over my body. Janice left me there for a few minutes, as she gathered up the other parts of my costume. When she reappeared the bundle of clothing she was carrying did not look favorable to my wish for a costume I could live with. She grabbed the first item on top of the pile and approached me asking me to open my mouth. I saw it was a gag of some sort, debating in my mind if I will succumb to its insertion or put up a fuss. She hesitated for a minute then pointed to the cuffs now on top of the pile. I presume if I make a fuss I will indeed be wearing the gag, with maybe other types of restraints added to the mix.

The gag fit tightly behind my teeth, with parts of it encircling my tongue. She used a tool to secure everything, my tongue now trapped securely in its embrace. She did set the cuffs to the side, my reaction to that one of great relief. I was blindfolded, a huge scarf used to accomplish the feat. I felt her playing with my male appendage, with him quickly rising to attention as she touched it. I felt a cool spray then nothing. I imagine she was still working in that area, but couldn’t be sure since I could feel nothing down there.

I felt some stockings being rolled up my leg, and secured to something wrapped around my waist. Next was a bra, slipped over my arms and fastened behind my back. I felt her slide my foot into some shoes, the sudden arch of my foot implying heels of some sort. Then a dress slid over my head. There seemed to be way too much fabric involved here, since I felt like I was swallowed entirely within its embrace. I finally felt my head emerge from all of the fabric, the dress buttoned up my back. Earrings for my new piercings, then some type of glove slid over my hands. The glove felt wet but as slippery as they were I figured I could easily escape their embrace. My blindfold was removed, the image I saw after my eyes adjusted to the light quite a shock. I was dressed like a young girl, maybe six or seven years old.

I was told to stay there as she had to change into her costume. As she went to her office to change in walks her sister. I am eyed up immediately, a bigger then huge smirk appearing on her face. I am carefully examined, even raising my skirt to see what was under it. I tried to hold it down but the gloves were getting stiff, keeping me hindered in my ability to evade her probing. She stepped away for a few moments then returned with the handcuffs hanging from her finger. Before I could escape my hands were captured and secured behind my back. With the gag I could not holler for help, so I was hopeless.

I moaned quite a bit, the only sound I could make. She went to get her purse, then returned with something in her hand. I was pushed over to a table and laid across it with my hair ribbons secured to the legs of the table on the opposite table. She raised the back of my skirt, sticking a finger in my anus. She wiggled it a little with me trying to escape her actions. Then I felt something larger being stuck in my ass, then in one push it was shoved in all the way. I felt a little movement near my groin, the feeling slowly returning to that organ. I felt a click, the intruder she had inserted now secured to the apparatus around my male appendage. It was severally restricting, my male organ suffering and the intruder in my ass pulled hard to the front, causing all kinds of discomfort in my butt.

She released me from the table as she lowered my skirt helped me to stand up, suggesting that I ignore what she had done or she will expose me at the party. Janice returned dressed as a Nanny, her low cut blouse and apron showing off her cleavage and breasts. Her sister and her hugged, then talked about what the party we were headed to was going to be like. I was led from the store to Janice’s car with me being sat in the back seat. I almost came out of the car when my butt hit the seat, her intruder being shoved deeper into my backside. That also pulled my male organ back, since the two were attached. I squirmed but was having a hard time lifting my butt off the seat. The gloves she had put on me earlier were now stiff, my fingers unable to move or bend. I finally had to just relax letting my butt fall to the seat, as I was impaled to the hilt. Her sister Beth has been watching me, her bigger than normal smile and subsequent smirk quite obvious. Janice had no clue what had been done to me, since my outward appearance had not changed since she dressed me.

It was a long tortuous drive to the high school gym, then the realization I would be trussed up this way until the party was over, almost three hours from now. I was helped out of the car, Beth doing the honors. The smile on her face was huge as she made me slide to the door then helped me stand up. My legs were weak, sliding on the seat doing all kinds of weird things to my intruder and male appendage. I eventually recovered some and was able to walk the remainder of the way to the party.

Since I could not talk, I was kept close to them as they wondered the gym talking to all of their friends. I was introduced as Janice’s sissy, out for a stroll before it was my bed time. I did make it two hours into the party without any more disasters. Then Beth came up to me grabbing my arm and leading me towards the center of the gym. I did my best to resist but found myself next to several others near several mattresses spread out on the floor of the gym. My fellow subjects were dressed like babies one other dressed as a sissy like me. We were laid down on the mattresses, then made to cuddle each other. I got matched up with the other sissy, our wrists secured together with scarves. I looked around for Janice, hoping she would come and save me from Beth.

No such luck, an hour later I was still cuddled next to my fellow sissy, who had fallen asleep. I did notice Janice coming my way, hoping that she would remove me from this disaster. She did untie my wrists and led me to her car, the dreaded seat again as I was made to sit, then slide further over. My whole rear end was somewhat numb now, but I still felt it more than I expected. Back to our house, Beth coming in for a few minutes. Janice went to change as Beth removed the intruder and did something with the thing around my male organ. I heard several clicks again, letting out a big sigh. She kissed me on the lips, then seeing the tool Janice had used on my gag, picked it up and dropped it into her purse. A sinister smile and she was gone, as she yelled to Janice she would see her tomorrow. I drooped my head, screwed again, probably better than Beth has been able to do so in the past.

I was led to the bedroom and helped out of my dress, the heels were removed and the stockings with them. She checked my little fella, then searched for a key to unlock him from his chastity cage. She muttered about not remembering using a lock, but still went through all her keys searching for one that would work. Finding nothing that would work she told me she would get someone to cut the lock off tomorrow. The same was done to my gag, I could tell she was getting frustrated since the tool for it was now missing. I got a couple of kisses to make it all better, then she went to the kitchen to get me something to drink. When she returned she had a baby bottle with her, she leaned my head back, opened my lips and squeezed the liquid into my mouth, It was messy but I did get something to drink and a little nourishment also. She had to clean me up, more of it on my face then what had landed in my mouth.

Next was the bathroom, where I was taken to the commode and pushed down on it. Since my cage would not come off, I had to sit to pee. I was handed some toilet paper, but I just held up my hands stiff and unable to grab a hold of anything. She left to get something from her vanity, but was gone for several minutes. When she returned she told me that the solvent for the gloves was also missing, wondering what was going on. She had me spread my feet wider apart and used the toilet paper to wipe for me. She debated finding a pair of panties for me, but decided to get to my play toy the panties would just be in the way.

She laid me in bed, then spooned me from behind, pulling me close to her and holding me tightly. She did woman handle me most of the night, my thingy played with even though he was in a chastity cage, My nipples were rubbed and squeezed, now I had two more spots on my body that were sore and abused. I tried to get her attention the next morning I had to pee in the worst way, and feared any more delay and I would wet the bed. Janice did wake up and seeing my distress took me to the bathroom. Afterwards she told me I would be left at the daycare for the day, that way someone could help me when needed. Besides you can play with the young females since you will be dressed just like them. After putting on her clothes, she dressed me in another frilly dress, minus the stockings and heels. With my hand in hers she led me out of the house, into the car and buckled in. I sure didn’t want to be left in the daycare, but since I could not take care of myself I saw no other option. I was getting hungry, what I have received in the last twenty four hours almost nothing.

I was led into the daycare, the ladies working there giggling at my appearance. Janice explained what needed to be done, then told the ladies to make sure I got to play with the other girls later. I was led off to another separate room and fed a bottle. Still messy, but it sure hit the spot. Whatever was in it tasted much better than what Janice had fed me last night. Then another lady entered carrying a diaper with her. I tried to back pedal some, but she soon had a hold of my arm laying me on a table. She explained that if they could not help me when I needed to go to the bathroom, this will keep me from messing up my pretty dress. I sighed, then allowed her to put the diaper on me. Attired in the diaper I was laid in a crib and a belt tightened around my waist to keep me from falling out of the crib. The side was left down, since I had to hop up in the crib, I weighed too much to lift. A pacifier was stuck in my mouth, although with the gag I could not suck on it, she thought I looked cute with it. The ribbon was tied behind me, keeping it secure and not able to fall out. No way for me to get it out, my hands still useless.

I dozed off, yesterday events still quite clear in my mind. At least, when I am asleep I can tune some of that out. I was awakened with a hand on my thingy, checking to make sure it was still securely locked up. When my eyes focused on who was touching me down there I saw Beth. Apparently she had unpinned my diaper, it laying loose around my body. I panicked, looking around for someone to save me. She leaned closer, kissing me on the nose.

“I just had to come and see you before I left the area, my work almost done but still a few things that I need to finish.” She pulled my lips back and squirted something into my mouth, it tasted horrible and was sticky.

“That will glue your teeth to the metal in the gag, assuring that your silence will be permanent. A sissy does not need to talk, just to do as she is told. Now what can we do about that thing in the chastity cage?”

She moved it around a little bit, then after some contemplation removed the lock from the cage. Before it had a chance in inflate some she pulled it into a sleeve, then placed the sleeve against a spot on my groin. More of that glue was used to glue the head of my penis to the sleeve, since a portion of it was sticking out of the sleeve. Then she glued the sleeve to my groin, the tip right next to my ass hole. A silicone vagina was pulled out of a bag and glued over everything as she matched the hole in it to my anus, then assured the edges were all smooth and glued down.

She whispered in my ear, that any penetration of my anus will rub against the head of my penis, most likely causing an eruption of that organ. My cum flowing out of my new slit. The glue is almost permanent, needing surgical removal to dispose of it. Since your thingy is glued inside the sleeve, that might cause you to permanently lose your favorite play toy. Now one last thing and I will leave you alone. She removed a syringe from her bag and stuck it in my arm, depressing the syringe filling me with its contents. A big smile appeared then she explained she had injected me with a slow release hormone, lasting for several years. Once you secondary female characteristics are formed I doubt they will vanish when the hormone level subsides.

“Now Janice has a sissy for real, one that will do what ever she wants. If you fail to please her I am not sure you will be able to find anyone to take of you. Food and basic bodily functions now requiring lots of help. You do not have to thank me, it is the least I can do for you. Be good and I will keep an eye on you from afar, I am sure Janice will not be pleased with what I have done, but somebody had to do it. Give me a kiss and I will be going.”

She leaned over me and kissed my nose again, the tears coming from my eyes running alongside my nose and dripping into my mouth.

One of the gals from the daycare came into the room, as Beth walked out. She checked on me that hurriedly left the room. I heard some shouting from the other room, the lady telling someone to get a hold of Janice and get her here immediately. I closed my eyes, hoping that all of this was a bad dream. Unfortunately when they re-opened again it was no dream. Janice came into my vision and I reached up with my arms to hold her. She undid the belt holding me to the crib, then encompassed me in a giant hug. I was hugged hard feeling her tears dripping on my face. We stayed like that for quite some time, the feeling of being loved meant so much to me. As I calmed down some she appraised my body to see what changes had been made to me. Then I saw her reach to the end of the crib and pull down a note that had been left for her.

She read the note keeping one hand on my body so that I would not feel alone. She must have re-read the note several times since she seemed to take forever. Lots more tears were shed by her, as she grabbed me again and hugged me extra hard. She never read me what was on the note, I presumed Beth told her what she had done to me. All most likely permanent, leaving me helpless to even make it to the next day.

Things changed that day, from that day forward I was never left alone for even one minute, someone or Janice to look after me and my needs. The only thing Janice could reverse was the gloves that got stiff on my hand. With a new bottle of solvent the gloves slid off leaving me able to bend my fingers once again. That was curtailed some when I received extensions on my fingernails, but they were so pretty, so I didn’t mind the new restrictions on the use of my fingers.

I never spoke another word even though Janice found someone that might be able to remove my gag, I shook my head when she told me about the procedure, but I stomped my foot shaking my head no when she asked if I didn’t want to be able to talk again. Janice found several new play toys that she could use to please me, and with my fingers able to bend again I managed to get her to scream in ecstasy quite often.

The hormones did their job, my hips filling out and my breast forms replaced by the real thing in a one size larger cup. My skin got softer, my complexion was like porcelain, not a blemish anywhere. Even my lashes lengthened, now I could save on the use of mascara. I felt bad that somebody had to be with me all the time, but I loved being cared for and watched after.

The first Christmas we received a package from out west. It was addressed to me, so I hurriedly opened it to find a card and a piece of paper attached to it. The card said Merry Christmas, the attached paper was a new birth certificate in the name I now used. Janice had attempted to get one for me earlier, but was denied every time she tried. I looked it over then noticed the gender box said female with sissy in parenthesis. I had this huge smile on my face, Beth was keeping an eye on me from afar, this just proving that fact. Hanna is a real sissy and loved to bits, I couldn’t be happier. A sissy life, to be loved and treasured forever.

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