Maggie; A Little More Cleavage

 Maggie; A Little More Cleavage

It was a mid afternoon appointment, two-thirty for a body waxing and the addition of breasts. Mary, the stylist at Turnabout Gurl Salon had everything set up for me. All I had to do is show-up and the deed would be done. Since Mary is a friend of Melody’s, I had been squeezed in, a dinner date for me with my wife at our favorite restaurant the reason for the appointment. One that I couldn’t miss, I needed to apologize and try to reason with Melody for a stupid statement made without using any part of my limited intellect. The fact that the statement should have never seen the light of day seemed irrelevant now, the irrational statement voiced and her reaction to it implemented.

With the first rip of the cloth I was in agony, the warm wax felt good, but when the cloth had been pushed into it and then ripped off I was ready to leave the table I was on. “OMG what are you doing to me.” Her no words answer, is a towel pushed into my mouth to quiet my protests.

The waxing hurt, every last hair ripped from its follicle quickly, but not necessarily painlessly. The cloth strips were pushed into the hot wax, then jerked off in rapid succession. I never got a chance to even get a breath before the next cloth was ripped away. The cream rubbed into the skin after the process is completed, helped, but did not alleviate the tingles and pain the process created. After a few moments I did get a chance to rub the smooth creamy skin, the feelings that radiated through my body made me pause and wonder what it would be like to have smooth hair free skin all the time.

“That feels so good, you can keep doing that to me all day if you want. The cream that is, not the waxing.”

“Yeah, I could but if you want breasts before tonight I need to get started.” Quipped Mary.

I really didn’t want breasts, the stupid remark again and Melody’s reply the reason I am getting waxed and a pair of breasts added to my chest. I am relatively happy with my life as a male, up until my remark Melody and I got along pretty good. There have been arguments, but we always managed to solve them to our mutual satisfaction, until now. This time I think I have pushed her too hard, the reaction from Melody not what I had expected to say the least.

We have been married for three years now, again mainly due to the persistence of Melody, I had dated her in college, but never followed through. Back then I was basically unsure of myself in everything I did, whether it was a decision on something pertaining to college or something simple like asking her for another date. When in doubt, do nothing had been my motto, so any romancing between us was all due to Melody. Melody did step up to the plate, thankfully, inviting me out to dinner or a show. I was aware I should be doing these things myself, but in real life those actions never materialized. After many quite pleasant dates she cornered me in the restaurant that we ate at one night, wanting to know when I was going to develop a backbone and ask her to marry me. Just like before I stumbled, words were muttered but none of them made any sense.

She got pissed, pulled a ladies engagement ring out of her purse and slid in on my finger. I stared at the ring and swallowed hard. With some giggling she whispered in my ear to say yes. I did get out the word, now she was outright laughing at my facial expression. She did comment that if I kept this up, I might be the one walking down the aisle in the wedding dress, in fact you would probably look prettier in it than me. I tried to remove the ring, some sanity returning to my poor overworked mind, hoping to get the ring off and slide it on to her finger. I did get down on one knee asking her to marry me, she replied yes and then kissed me. Unfortunately the ring would not come off, so she paid the check, dragged me to the car and made sure I was handled as you would handle a prospective bride on the ride to her apartment. A few hours later, wonderful sexy hours, I managed a retreat to my own home. When I did eventually get home, my nipples were sore, I had lipstick all over my face from her kissing and junior was totally pooped. It was a night to remember, that is for sure. Her engagement ring was still on my finger, refusing to budge from it.

Even though I was basically unsure of myself in my dealings with life, I did manage a decent grade point average during college, graduated and was soon working for a company in town. Not upper level management, but also not an hourly worker. I was proud of the fact I was male, just four inches under six feet tall and fairly skinny, weighing a little over a hundred and forty pounds.

While Melody had only her Mother as family, I still had both Mom and Dad. Melody and her Mother were close, while I saw very little of my family, Dad being the main reason for a standoffish relationship. He had been disappointed in me, I was not the athlete he desired me to be. His son Barry, that's me, not following in his footsteps forever causing a breech in our relationship. I saw Mom often, but Dad was always busy or had to go somewhere when I arrived. Maybe that lack of something between us caused some of my unsure behavior, a guess on my part, but nothing more.

Back to the present the requirement that I have breasts, however, is a different matter completely. The machine for sucking a pair of breasts out of the body is intimidating, a cup or form, way too large in my opinion, hooked to hoses hanging from the overhead arm positioned above my body ready for their victim. All of this attached to a vacuum pump intent on making mountains out of molehills. According to Mary I had to state that I wanted the procedure, plus sign a release, a must for the salon to avoid problems later. I didn’t think about it that much, I just wanted the relationship between Melody and myself back to where it was a couple of days ago. That desire clouded my thoughts, what I ended up with much more than I bargained for. Mary had offered several choices, but my mind was not on what she said, just give me some breasts so that I can get back into Melody’s good graces.

When the stupid remark first left my mouth I tried to apologize, but Melody was insistent that I show her the error of her ways. The sooner I get this done the sooner that I might enjoy the benefits of her loving and caressing again.

I did sign the forms required, Mary giving me a copy for my records. The cups are lowered to my chest and a paste is applied around the edges sealing them to my chest. The pump is turned on and the tissue starts filling the cups. Mary did inject some fatty tissue into the cups before the pump started. It is a slow process taking four to five hours for the cup to fill. My eyesight is limited some, the size of the suction forms blocking some of the view of my lower extremities. I could feel them though, as my skin was pulled into the cups.

Way too many hours later the hoses were unhooked and the machine rolled away to its place in the corner. The pulsating of the pump had made me drowsy, I felt Mary working on my body during this time period but I was basically out of it. With the pump off I laid there staring at the ceiling wondering how long it would take for my new breasts to go down to a manageable size. Something that I might conceal under a baggy sweater or a sweatshirt.

After waiting for an hour, Mary reappeared with a bra and some clothes in her hands. She laid them on a counter and approached my new amendments. She touched the cups, they seem to be less rigid now than when this started. She announced the forms would stay on, dissolving over the next two to three days. They were already bouncing around, the slightest body movement causing some jiggling activity with my new appendages. In her hands she had two syringes, to stabilize the new breast tissue, and quickly injected one each into the appropriate breasts right through the nipple. I felt the syringe enter the nipple, but there was no overt pain involved.

A concern did materialize as to how I would be able to maintain a male image at work next week. Probably should have thought of that sooner, but a lot of things should have happened that didn’t including the control of my mouth. My overwhelming desire to smooth out things with Melody prevented me thinking matters through, now I was sure to face many more problems before this was over.

Mary grabbed a bra and helped me position it over my breasts, a new and unknown feeling radiating through my breasts and chest. It took me several times to fasten the thing correctly. Mary making suggestions, but otherwise leaving it up to me. The feeling of the material in the cups of the bra caressing my new tissue hard to ignore. Thankfully the bra did stop some of the jiggling activity, allowing my mind to concentrate on how in the hell did I get myself into this predicament. Even though some of the cup remained, I could feel the movement and touch of the bra. With the bra holding my new breasts securely, a blouse is handed to me.

I simple pullover design with a plunging neckline, my stupid remark getting its first lesson in what it feels like to experience a plunging neckline. The smaller cups of the bra barely holding my breasts in their confines. I feared they would fall out of their support at any moment. Looking down at my cleavage it seemed that all of my assets were on display, the gap between the two pieces of fabric of the blouse seemed to be immense. With the minimal material connecting the two cups on the bra there is nothing hiding the vast expanse between the two cups, the deep cleavage between the two orbs very noticeable, especially to me.

Mary took a couple of minutes to brush my hair till it fell around my shoulders, not in its usual ponytail. It felt good as it brushed my shoulders and settled around my face and ears. Letting my hair grow to its present shoulder length, helping in my presentation as a feminine individual. A presentation that I was not thrilled about or desired.

The light burgundy color of the blouse and the silky fabric barely covered the outline of the bra. I was indeed covered, but it seems that what I am wearing would be no secret from anyone looking at me. With the blouse settled on my body, the Docker’s pants I had worn to the salon became the piece of clothing that looked out of place.

Mary suggested the capris that she had brought me might be a better choice. The tan color looked better than the yellow Dockers, with the burgundy trim on the cuffs of the capris matching the blouse perfectly. Now the waxing seemed prudent, the hair below the capris would have been a no-no in fashion circles. To be able to wear the capris something had to be done with my male shorts. A light pink pair of panties found their way into my hand, and eventually on my body. As they settled in place on my hips I noticed how closely they fit between my legs. I closed my eyes and sighed, the feeling almost too much. I wonder how Melody handles all of these sensations affecting her body. There was no thoughts about the smooth groin that was now on display, it was kind of numb down there, maybe the waxing and cream had affected the area.

Of course, you change the pants you have to make adjustments to the footwear. The clunky athletic shoes not blending in well, their black color all the more revolting. The best Mary could do is a pair of tan heels, blending with my outfit perfectly, but not the best for walking in. The three-inch height of the heel adding to my statuesque looking body, but it also caused some stability problems. Several trips around the salon, and I could manage to walk unaided, although shorter strides and walking more in a line made it manageable not easier. I did notice I had developed a sway to my rear as I walked around, something that was not there before. It seemed easier to walk now, my thighs easily rubbing against each other. Still no connection to a difference that was not noticed at all yet by my feeble mind.

She handed me a purse that matched the heels, I refused till I found that the capris had no pockets to use. My wallet and keys deposited therein and I am ready to go. I did pay Mary for her work, and tipped her for bearing with me. I did get a smirk from her, as I was settling up, maybe my desire to please Melody was funny to her. The image in the mirror at the front of the salon showed that the male idiot that had mouthed those words got his just desserts. I just hope Melody is happy with the replacement.

Since Melody is picking me up here, I sat down in one of the love seats at the front of the salon to await her arrival. As I sat I crossed my legs at the knees, similar to what Melody does all the time. It was comfortable sitting that way. My mind kept going back to the discussion that started all of this. I have been encouraging Melody to wear a little more revealing clothing. She is a beautiful woman, confident in her appearance and her actions.

The stupid part came about when I am trying to convince her of the need for her to be more daring in her dress.

“If I had such a gorgeous pair of breasts I would always be wanting to show them off, to entice my lover to fondle them and to make other women jealous.” Sadly these were my words on that fateful day. A male who is so unsure of himself that he can’t even propose to his fiance, but yet open his mouth and stick both feet firmly inside.

“Well let’s get you a pair and you can show me how it’s done.” The biggest smile appeared on Melody’s face, as I sweated a response that wouldn’t make things worse than they were. An hour later the call is made to Mary and my appointment is made. That response never came, silence the better part of valor in this case. I didn’t expect Melody to go through with the appointment for me, I thought she was just bluffing.

My thoughts are back to now as Melody enters the salon. She takes in my appearance and attacks me. Her kisses, groping hands and a tongue that is clearing my throat make her reaction to me pleasant. Yeah, all I have to do now is get my heart back beating and refill my lungs with air. Normalcy returns somewhat, she uses a tissue to remove her lipstick from my face then hands me my lipstick so that I can fix my lips before going to dinner.

As I slide a coat of color on my lips, I had forgotten what I originally came into the salon for. Yes, I came into the salon for something else, I just can’t remember what it was. I am led to her car and seated in the passenger side. The ride to the restaurant is brief, the walk from the parking lot still a little unsteady, but Melody has her hand on my lower back to help guide me and support me. We are quickly seated, a corner booth private and dimly lit. She orders for me, a white wine and vegetarian lasagna, my usual order. She also gets a white wine, and her usual calzone with pepperoni and provolone cheese. I sit there staring at her and trying not to breathe much. Every breath causing my breasts to move up and down distracting the hell out of me.

She slips a little closer to me, ending up with her hand on my thigh. She moves it back and forth slowly. Her caresses did cover the groin area, a raising of her eyebrows when she runs her hand over my smooth front. The sensation of the silky material over my hairless skin almost too much for me.

“Please stop, I see the error of my ways, I am wrong in what I foolishly stated yesterday, please stop or I am going to make a fool out of myself right here in the restaurant.” She removes her hand, smiles and asks if I want to be screwed tonight. That statement and her hand brushing over my nipples sent me over the top and I climaxed right there in the booth. Luckily I managed to keep my mouth closed so the low moan that emerged was not able to be heard by all. She giggled and asked if I needed her help in cleaning up my little mess. I nodded my head and she pulled me out of the booth and we headed for the ladies room.

It was a sticky gooey mess, I don’t remember cumming that much before, the amount in my panties and all over my groin quite a record for me. My mind suddenly sprang into action, my penis is gone, now nothing but a slit framed by two lips. The cum still oozing out of my slit. I wavered a little, then Melody saw what was missing, her giggling was infectious but also embarrassing. She told me we had to talk once we got home, there are things that need explaining. Apparently I also need to get you some tampons to carry in your purse from now on.

With my face still a deep red it took more than several paper towels to clean up the mess. Melody did show me a couple of tricks in how to remove the stickiness, mainly warm water with the panties off then wrapped in a towel to soak up some of the moisture. When they went back on they were still wet, but at least not sticky. She gave me one of her sanitary pads to wear to soak up any more leakage, but the resulting red from the embarrassment probably more telling than the wet panties would have been.

We finished dinner in a relative normal manner, at least, she managed to keep her hands to herself. I ate a little of my entree, but it was not from a lack of hunger but nervousness. We split a decadent chocolate cake/mousse concoction that probably added five pounds to our figures. She paid the check then steered me to her car. I got myself situated in the passenger seat then she headed away from our house towards the foothills. I let out a big sigh, apparently lots more to come of this evening before we head home.

She pulled into a state park with a view of the valley we lived in. The stars were out, the evening temperature in the seventies, a very pleasant evening. She slid over next to me, laying my head on her shoulder. That felt so good, a soft place to lay and try to forget the mess that I am in. “You did show me what I have been missing being so uptight and conservative. When I first saw you at the salon I wanted to do you right there on the love seat. It took tremendous self-control for me to let that chance slide by. You made your point, about the clothing, I will try and wear more provocative clothing for you.”

“Now I think you need to tell me what you had done at the salon. I had arranged with Mary for you to be waxed and then some breast forms applied to your chest. She did tell me that she was going to kid you about making it more permanent, but we both knew that you wouldn’t go for it. What I am feeling when I hug you is not breast forms, the movement of them when you walk and breathe deeply more like real breasts. So an explanation is in order. While you are at it, you might tell me what happened to your male organ. That slit and two cute lips not very masculine dear. I am not complaining though, I am sure we can take advantage of what is now available.”

I am almost in tears, so wrapped up in making things right with Melody, I apparently missed half of the conversation today at the salon. Melody had made it simple and temporary, I had signed my male life away, at least for quite some time. I recounted what I remembered from our discussions at the salon, Melody giggling first, then outright laughter. I had done it to myself, all by myself with no help from anyone else. No one to blame or accuse of dirty tricks, just me.

“Will my stupidity cause any change in our relationship? I know you married a male, now I have larger assets then you, please say you still love me and will not throw me out for this act of stupidity.”

She was quiet for some time, rubbing my new breasts, causing me a lot of discomfort. Her other hand rubbing my new vagina through the capris. Believe me my male apparatus under the vagina needed no more stimulation. Since some of the feeling had returned I knew I still had one, just tucked away for the moment. I twisted and turned trying to keep from creaming my panties again. I cleared my throat finally getting her attention.

“I might be persuaded to put up with you, I will have to have my breasts enlarged, can’t have my hubby’s larger than mine. Then there is the problem with sharing clothes with you, you will no doubt want to wear my sexier outfits so we will have to buy more clothes. With more clothes we will have to have more lingerie, shoes, makeup, cosmetics, and accessories. Two salon appointments every week, my SO will always have to be pretty and beautiful for her spouse. There is one advantage though, now that you are female you can help with the housework, cooking and laundry.”

She leaned in close to me, taking my head in both of her hands and tilting it back a little, her lips meeting mine and her tongue slipping in between my lips. It felt like she was going to push her tongue all the way down my throat. I was breathing through my nose but still having a hard time getting sufficient air to breathe in my lungs.

I closed my eyes, the feelings saturating my mind with endorphins. She moved her lips from my lips to my ears and I did cream my panties again. She was giggling as I was beet red from embarrassment. I better take you home before the cum dries, otherwise we may never get you out of your lingerie. I set low in the seat, humiliated to the extreme, her formerly male husband with real breasts, coming twice just from external stimulation of my ears and body.

When we got home I was helped into the house, taken directly to our bedroom and stood by the side of the bed. She undressed me removing each garment and laying it on the bed. I tried to help but my hands were swatted and placed by my side. I was almost in tears, I had fouled up everything now I couldn’t even act like a male, every touch causing me to react more like a female, my male seed oozing out of my vagina all over my lingerie.

Real breasts, a vagina, lingerie, female clothes, the list goes on and on. Her former husband more of a female than his wife. At least in our loving she could control herself somewhat, not coming at the slightest provocation.

She laid me on the bed, retrieved a wet warm towel and cleaned me up both front and back. Junior was loving every minute of it, straining hard under his cover to show his enthusiasm. Unfortunately he was securely glued in place, he could get excited but swelling up to his former size was not happening, not for quite some time.

My nipples were red and raw by the time she stopped playing, I was moaning and squirming all over the bed. I pleaded with her to do something, anything to make me come. Instead she switched to the other breast and played with it for a while. I was crying pleading with her to finish me off, but instead she would kiss me on the lips, lick my face or ears and then go back to my breasts. My eyes were closed trying to ignore some of the feelings that were attacking my mind, then I felt her breath on my new female appliance. Oh gawd no, I wiggled viciously trying to escape her clutches. She looked up often, smiling as her fingers stroked my new sex. In between times she would tenderly kiss the two lips surrounding my moist slit, then blow her breath down the slit with a tongue inserted every once in a while. I heard a drawer open and close, but too much was happening and my eyes were shut hard trying to deal with all the these feelings assaulting my mind.

Then something larger than her finger was slid up and down my slit, the new sensations almost causing me to black out. I opened my eyes when I realized what she had taken out of the drawer. I raised my head to see what she was doing at the same time she pushed the dildo deep into my new vagina. I screamed in ecstasy, arched my back and fainted. When I regained consciousness I was shaking the reverberations of my orgasm still affecting me. In fact, it was at least twenty minutes later before my body stopped shaking. Melody had moved up to where she was laying on my chest, her lips on one of my nipples and my heart rate starting to climb again. I pleaded for her to stop, if she continues there is a good chance of me dying from orgasmic bliss.

This time around the clean-up was accomplished under the shower head. Of course, she helped wash me, and with my new play toys that was another lesson in frustration. I was able to get clean, into one of her nighties and in bed as she was finishing slipping on her nightie. I was worrying how I was going to get any sleep, when I succumbed to it without even knowing it. The next thing I remember is the alarm clock the next morning.

Then my head shot up, oh gawd I have got go to work and how am I going to hide these breasts of mine. I ran to the bathroom, did my morning business and stared at my feminine image in the mirror. Male hair, no makeup, but a huge pair of hooters on my chest. I doubted a large shirt would cover them up, probably just make them look that much more feminine. Yeah a pair of sizable breasts, how can they be construed as anything but feminine.

At that time Melody waltzed into the bathroom with a smile from ear to ear. “I have called your boss Donna, she can’t wait to see you with your new assets. For today, till we can get you femmed up a little more she will keep you in her office to do some special projects for her. Tomorrow though you will be back to your previous job, boobs and all. I will not allow you to hide or shirk your responsibilities, you are a female now, and can work your job dressed as one. I have made another appointment for you to finish the transformation you have started, remember this is what you started, I am just helping you get to the point that you can live and do your job as one.

At least I was spared a dress, cute panties, a pair of slacks and a blouse that buttoned up the back was the fare instead. That was slid on me after the bra was fastened around my chest, cradling my new breasts. Some lipstick, hair in a ponytail and I was delivered to work. I presume Melody did not trust me to make the trip myself. She even went in with me, to see Donna. As I stood before her desk, she raised her eyes to take in my appearance, then a huge smile spread across her face. Do we have a name yet, something feminine that suits your new appearance?

I suddenly lost my voice, not even having a thought on that subject. Melody spoke up for me suggesting Maggie as my new moniker. Well the two of them voted, Maggie won hands down and I was led over to another desk in her office and given a project to do. I received a kiss from Melody, with her telling me that she would be back at three to pick me up, my salon appointment was for three-thirty. I tried to voice an opinion, wanting to not take this any further, but when I tried to speak there were no words forthcoming.

I started on the project that Donna had assigned me, it was mainly busy work, but the way I was dressed I was appreciative for the work out of the public eye. I wondered how I would hold up tomorrow, back at my regular job and dressed totally as a female. For some reason I could see myself in a dress tomorrow and probably heels, full makeup and some sort of curly hairstyle. I wonder if that was what I thought would happen or something I hoped would happen. I could smell my brain overworking, probably emitting puffs of smoke as it tried to explore all of the possibilities.

The time went surprisingly fast, I completed that particular job and four others before it was time to cleanup my desk and wait for Melody to pick me up. Donna confronted me asking if I liked what I was doing today.

“It was fun, even though a lot of it was mind numbing I enjoyed the work, quite happy when I completed one project and asked you for another. The time went quickly and soon it was time to finish and wait for Melody.”

Donna suggested that I see her first thing tomorrow morning before I head back to my old job. I suggest you wear something nicer, a cute hairstyle and some makeup would be nice too. If you can handle them a pair of heels add so much to the appearance of my staff. Now be good, and I will see you promptly at eight A.M. As I rose from the desk Melody peeked in the door and I walked with her out to the car. I repeated Donna’s conversation, Melody getting quite a smirk on her face afterward.

She drove me straight to the salon, where Mary was eagerly awaiting for my arrival. I got a hug from Melody and was left alone to be worked on by Mary. I started to complain about having nothing to eat all day, but Melody just smiled. “You need to lose a few pounds anyway, I am sure you will survive.”

Mary made sure that all facets of my masculine appearance were done away with. A feminine hairstyle, curls courtesy of some curlers and a liberal dousing of setting lotion. Some semi-permanent makeup, mainly lipstick and mascara, and two fresh piercings in each ear along with some cute earrings. Then over to their clothing store, where I was fitted with six very feminine outfits for work. Unfortunately all utilizing skirts and lacy blouses. I indeed looked feminine, no one would ever look at me and suggest I had ever been a member of the male gender.

I did see Donna early the next morning and now worked in her office, a kind of secretary doing little odd jobs for her as she saw fit. That lasted for a week before I was promoted to her P.A. a position I have held ever since.

Melody and I stayed with the lesbian arrangement, I get plenty of pleasure, and she adores her full size plaything. A lot of night time activity lasts until the early morning hours, usually requiring me to take a nap as soon as I get home from work so that I can function the next day at work. We did get lots of clothes, lingerie and shoes for the both of us, my male clothing sent to Goodwill.

Surprisingly my Dad took to Maggie, on one of their visits I was hugged from behind, and addressed as Princess. Mom smiled as he performed that maneuver, so I knew she had something to do with it. I was thrilled, to be loved as a daughter even better than as a son. From that day on we had a regular Father/Daughter relationship, me asking him for help and advice and he doting on me.

The biggest plus to all of this is how much closer Melody and I became. We shared everything in life, shopping, going out, chores around the house, and a vigorous romantic life. Getting a little more cleavage was the best thing to happen to me, I constantly thank Mary for her help in my foolish mistakes made that day, I do owe her a lot. Now to pick my evening gown for tonight, we are celebrating our anniversary, a special occasion. I wonder if the blue one will be the best or should I go with the green one.

So many decisions all starting with the stupid comments made to Melody about her getting a little more cleavage. I ended up with the cleavage, a fact that I am pleased about. I guess I will go with the green dress, being strapless a perfect match for my now impressive cleavage.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Audrey; A Model For Femgerie

Audrey; A Model For Femgerie

Silks Satins and Lace was the biggest, well truth be known, the only major business in the area. They originally made fancy lingerie. It had managed to survive in this import driven economy, changing how they did things but still doing the same level of business as they did a few years ago. That is a major accomplishment since most of their American competitors were now no longer in business. Dad started working there when he graduated high school, employed in their shipping department. A couple of years later they hired a few new seamstresses and guess who he found among them, my soon to be Mother. They dated for a very long time, but eventually they tied the knot and became man and wife.

Fast forward many years and now my sister was taking some of her lingerie designs over to the company to see if any of them would be marketable. Truthfully, Mom pulled a few strings with some of the executives she has known for years, arranging the appointment. Sis was very talented, but without a few favors being granted probably would have not made it in the door.

Mom had started her own clothing alteration and custom dress making business when the company was forced to send all of their sewing of the garments overseas. The company knew that decision was inevitable, so had planned ahead, beefing up their marketing and shipping departments to sell the product, even though it was now put together out of the country. They also started selling retail through the internet, one of the first clothing industry companies to do so. Now semi trailers of lingerie arrived daily, unpacked and then re-shipped to their own customers here in the states. A few of the last competitors tried this approach, but it takes time to build up a following so they ultimately failed.

Sis was so excited, packing and unpacking her three cases three or four times trying to decide what to take to show their purchasing agent. I had been drafted to tote the cases, and add moral support to a very nervous sister. The previous evening Mom had given me the dos and don’ts of this excursion, so I had already received my orders and was performing as instructed. I was encouraging and trying to keep her calm and less nervous. Finally on the third re-pack of the cases, I added a fourth case and told her to just take one of everything, that way she will be prepared no matter what items they are interested in. I gave her a hug and opened up the case and moved a few items she had laying on her bed nearer the case. It worked and we actually made it out the door well before the time of the appointment.

I was familiar with everything she made intimately, since quite often I was her model for her creations. It was all private and within the home and I dearly loved my sister and considered it time well spent. I am sure any other male would have refused or been humiliated, but as we grew up together we had been very close. Home schooled, well in front of a computer screen, we had no close friends or neighbors to interact with. Too far from a school to be bused to, the school district provided our lessons over the computer. Quite a few kids in our district got their schooling the same way, the distances just too far apart to make it feasible to run a bus to get us to and from school.

So Sis and I became fast friends and did almost everything together. A year between us, I was the runt of the family, the shortest and the cutest in most everybody’s opinion. The cute part used to bother me, but if you get teased about it forever you eventually get used to it. So I am cute, at least, when Sis uses me for a lingerie model I fit the profile. Mom and Dad well aware of my helping Sis with her lingerie designs, Dad just rolling his eyes when faced with me in his vision wearing something totally inappropriate for a young male.

One of Mom’s requirements of me last night was to take a shower and make sure my body was hair free. I normally did so, lingerie looks much better on a body that does not have hair peeking through. I had very little to start with, just some on my arms and legs, both highly visible areas when modeling Sis’s creations. I should have suspected something of her request, but was too busy worrying about her requests of me for the following day’s interaction with Sis.

Dad had let us take his van, so there was plenty of room for all the cases. I was told to drive, even though I had only had my license for just over six months, everybody knew Sis would not be up for it. The fact that I had to return to the house because Sis had forgotten her purse proof of that line of thought. We eventually did make it to the appointment, the receptionist calling the shipping department to get a couple of guys to bring in the cases. Like most other people that see me for the first time, I am presumed to be female, hence needing the help to bring in the cases. I do like I usually do, smile a lot and play with my hair, but this time I was cornered into holding the guy’s hand as he insisted to let him know when I needed to get the cases back to the van. Sis was giggling away, I am sure my face was beet red, along with several other body parts.

It was a lady Sis was meeting up with, friendly and very interested. It turns out she was a vice-president with the company in charge of new products. I had to nudge Sis a couple of times as she seemed out of it, but finally after several attempts she seemed to get her act together. Jamie, the vice-president looked at several of the designs then asked Sis if she brought a model to model the designs on a female body. Sis stammered but looked my way, I knew then I was toast. Jamie presuming that I was to be the model, suggesting that I change into the pieces behind the partition, then walk around in front of them. I dug through the cases, searching for the nude body briefer that I wore under her creations. It gave me a basic female shape, pushing the flab on my upper body into the cups of the briefer. It pulled in my waist enough to give me a somewhat hour glass shape, good enough for showing off her designs. As I changed behind the partition my nerves were about to explode, Sis hugging me tightly as she handed me the first item Jamie wanted to see modeled.

I guess it went all right, three hours later I had worn all but three of Sis’s designs. Jamie seemed impressed, making lots of notes and asking a lot of questions on the construction of the garments. I was invited to join them at the table they were sitting at, both of them fully dressed and me in a skimpy baby doll nightie, that barely covered the essential parts of my now female looking anatomy. After Jamie presented the deal the company was prepared to offer to Sis, I had a very excited sister hugging me and yelling in my ear. My mouth was open in awe, at the deal but more concerned about the fact of me being included in the deal.

The company would market her items in their internet catalog, Sis would be responsible to see to their construction and delivery to the companies shipping department where they would send them out to the customer. The items would be considered custom made, with a two week wait for making them and shipping them to the customer. My part in the deal was I was going to be the model for the photographs to be used in their internet catalog. The photos would be taken here at the company in their marketing department that way they could get the photos online as soon as possible.

Jamie suggested that I do a sample photo today, their makeup and hair people would make sure I was photo ready then a sample photo could be done and posted to the internet on their front page, announcing the new line to generate some interest. They talked about what item they wanted to feature and then Jamie hauled me off to their marketing department. As we entered that portion of their company it was like entering a different world. Models in different stages of undress, lingerie laying everywhere and a mini beauty salon over in one corner of the huge room.

I was placed in front of a backdrop and was immediately blinded by strobe lights going off. The resulting photo was displayed on a large screen as two people decided what needed to be done to me to make me suitably photogenic. Then I was whisked back to the salon and three stylists started working on me.

I was happy for Sis but was not sure I was comfortable being the model for her lingerie. I felt like I was inside a tornado, things being done to my face and hair in rapid fire succession. Then after my hair was set in curlers the tech moved to my nails. I tried to withdraw my hands from her, she just pulled harder and soon my hands were soaking in bowls of a liquid. At that point I just sighed and let things happen. I could see my image in the mirror in front of me, but soon quit watching as it slowly changed to a quite feminine image.

It took them about an hour to erase any signs of masculinity, the image now in the mirror a sexy younger version of Sis. I was taken back to where they took the pictures then laid on a bed and posed for the camera. The next few minutes seemed to last forever, as hundreds of pictures were taken of me as they moved me around in different poses. They were displayed on a large screen at the side of the room, my face now blushing a bright red when I saw them appear. Apparently that is what the photographer wanted as the digital camera snapped one after another in rapid fire succession.

Jamie and Sis appeared behind the lady taking the pictures and then I saw Mom looking at me and smiling. I didn’t even think about why she was here and when she arrived, I was so embarrassed and now even a brighter red in the face. The photographer finally finished and several of the marketing departments employees were going over the many pictures. One of the pictures was selected and they added details about the new line of lingerie around the image of me in the sexy nightie. I noticed they called it Femgerie, lingerie for the individual that wants to exude femininity.

I was finally allowed to put my clothes on that I wore here today, but my mind was lost in feminine thoughts. The taste of the lipstick, the mascara coated lashes that seemed impossible to not see, all of that infiltrating my overworked mind. Mom drove the van home since Dad had dropped her off at the company. I am sure our parents knew how much this would affect the two of us, with me getting the majority of the life changes. When we got home I quietly went to my room and stood in front of my mirror. When I got dressed in my clothes after the photo session I never got around to removing the body briefer, so the image reflecting back was that of a female. The makeup and hair was done so girlish there would be no doubt by most people that I was a natural born female.

Mom came to get me, dragging me from my room and down to the den, where supposedly Dad was waiting to have a little talk with me. Mom ended up doing most of the talking, with Dad agreeing as she went along. It seems the two had thought that something like this might happen, after Mom’s conversation with Jamie a week ago when she had arranged the appointment. That was the reason I was to be hairless, so that I would not have to face the process in their salon. A picture of me had been shared with Jamie in one of Sis’s designs, with her immediately suggesting using me as a model for sis’s designs.

Mom wanted my thoughts on the job offer, wanting to be sure I was alright with this avenue of approach. I thought about it for a while, staring at the floor in front of me. Finally Dad raised my chin and told me to tell the truth, no matter what you say or decide on we will still love you to bits. The hug I was enveloped in was so comforting, and felt so good. I managed to get out that I wanted to do this for Sis, since her happiness means so much to me.

I was then told the rules for my excursion into this scenario. Except for times in my bedroom I was to dress and act female from now on. This is so that the bad things that might happen if other people find out you are a male underneath the clothes and makeup will not occur.

The company is going to play up the tomboy female image slipping into her Femgerie, with makeup and hairstyle suddenly becoming this goddess of femininity. Mom was sure it would be a great success, conversations with Jamie earlier pointed in this direction. The sample photo of me in one of Sis’s creations shared among a lot of people in the industry, all agreeing with Jamie. Along with the popularity of Sis’s designs was the fact that the model, me, was the perfect one to use as a model for the catalog. When we entered the office that morning our fate, especially mine, was already sealed if I would accept the deal.

Two days later I was scheduled to be at the company for a full day’s photo session, modeling each of her designs in as many different back drops as possible. Mom dropped me off as her and Sis went off to purchase supplies so Sis would be ready when orders started coming in. I felt a little abandoned as they left, but soon I was so busy in the changes of clothes, makeup and hair that I did not have time to worry about myself. Jamie came by to check on me often, then when all of the photos had been taken she told me that the first few photos that had been posted in the Femgerie catalog online had produced five orders and lots of inquiries of what was to come next.

Of course, when Mom and Sis got there and they were told of the orders I was suddenly in the clutches of my sister as she almost squeezed me to death. I tried to act uppity, telling her that she mussed my hair, now I will have to have it repaired before we could proceed home. Those few words said while I was reapplying my lipstick using my compact mirror to see what I was doing. Well, I soon had to redo my lipstick again, as Sis mussed it up real good. Mom just giggled dragging her two daughters to the car and then home.

At home I did get a careful look from Dad, then a smile and a hug for his newest daughter. As the hug broke I could feel a little moisture on my cheek, I am sure a tear shed for his lost son. I just hugged him harder, to try and make up for his loss. I am sure he was not really that pleased with my looks, but knew that I would do anything for my sister, a trait he admired in me. From that moment on he referred to me as Audrey, my male name never to be used again in my presence.

As you can guess it went as predicted, the orders pouring in, even Mom and a few of her friends helping Sis sew the needed garments. I was back for more photographs almost once a week as colors and fabric choices changed on the Femgerie being marketed. One day while I was over at the company doing the latest photos Jamie handed me a stack of mail. I gave her a puzzled look, but she just giggled, your fan mail has arrived, even a couple of love letters for the new Femgerie model.

“Make sure you have a chaperon on any dates with one of your potential boyfriends, a young girl has to be careful these days.” That sentence delivered with quite a few giggles from Jamie.

Of course, I went beet red again, with my head shaking that any male would be interested in me. I glanced at the love letters, then tore them into little pieces and soon deposited into the trash. I did not want to go there, so out of sight and out of mind.

I noticed that I was treated differently from that day forward, never allowed to go out by myself, always having to have someone with me. Even walking to a friend’s house a half a mile down the road was nixed, either Dad or Mom would drive me and then pick me up later. I was being treated like a female, just like Sis. My wardrobe changed drastically, a lot of dresses, blouses and skirts magically appeared, I think Mom has been planning this for quite some time. All a perfect fit for me, and also extremely feminine. Lace, ribbon trim and silky material dominated the designs, while short skirts and plunging necklines kept all of my best features on show.

Instead of the body briefer, a trip was made to a nearby city about two hours away for a body makeover. After six hours of sucking and gluing my male apparatus was hidden away and I had two pert breasts on my chest that were a part of me. To anyone looking at me naked, they would only see a young female. Mom made sure that would never happen, the seeing me naked part. Lots of hints at the goods, but no actual viewing of the goods.

I did have second thoughts at all that I had given up to help Sis, but a few days dressed and acting like a girl, doing things that a female would do and most of the doubts faded away. My male clothes had disappeared, packed up first in boxes, then after a couple of weeks those boxes disappeared. Mom constantly adding to my wardrobe, making more things like I liked to wear, but in different colors and fabrics.

Emotionally I received lots of hugs and kisses from Mom, even a few from Dad. Sis was her usual touchy feely self, just like we have always been. I was kept busy as she designed something new, being her model always. Then after the designs were finalized, a trip over to the company for the photos for the catalog.

A few weeks later we had a family meeting, one that neither Sis or I had any idea about. Mom talked about how things were going, then asked if I was still alright with all of this. I answered yes, then she shoved over a stack of papers, making my name Audrey permanently and changing my driver’s license to read female. In a way, I was scared this seemed so final, then I thought to how I have been living for the last few weeks. No regrets about living as Audrey now, even though I had doubts originally. I signed the papers then was told to change my clothes, something nicer since Dad was taking his daughters and wife to dinner.

First it was to help Sis, then came the Femgerie deal now it was living as a female for the rest of my life, nope no regrets, maybe I can find someone to love me like Dad loves Mom. If not I am sure I will not be bored anytime in the foreseeable future. A Femgerie model is always in demand, especially a cute one like me.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Quinntessa; Hold That Pose

Quinntessa; Hold That Pose

The ad in the local paper caught my eye. I reread it several times making sure that I was understanding exactly what the ad said.

Local company looking for a live mannequin for their store. Shift is five hours long, Monday thru Saturday. Either male or female can apply. Applicant must be slim of build and between five-eight and five-ten in height. Must be flexible and willing to model any type of clothes. Pay is ten dollars an hour. We will be hiring three individuals for the position to cover all hours of the store’s operation. Apply in person. T Gurl Fashions, located across from the mall’s southern entrance.

It sounded too good to be true but I didn’t waste any time in throwing on some clothes and heading over there. It seemed I was not the only one interested in the job judging from the line out the door of the store. As the line made its way inside, I realized that the clothes I would be modeling would most likely be female, since that is all the store sold.

It took an hour to make it to the front of the line then I was taken to an office at the back of the store. A taller lady asked me my name, if I worked or if I was a student. I responded no to the working, but a student who is trying to finish my degree, still lacking about twelve hours to graduate.

I was handed a stretchy white garment resembling a leotard and asked to step into the curtained area and put it on leaving the rest of my clothes in there. The garment was very tight, with me having to pull and twist to finally get it in place. I had attempted to put it over my shorts, but one look and I realized that will never happen. So off with the white garment, remove my boy shorts and then attempt to get it up and positioned on my body. I ended up having to tuck my penis back between my legs, the garment holding it there snugly. It was uncomfortable at first but I hoped to be able to put up with the discomfort until I was finished with the interview.

It felt funny as I emerged from the dressing room, luckily for me my male thingy was too scared to react. I saw myself in the mirror right outside the dressing room, not much masculine about my appearance anymore. The fact that I hardly possessed any body hair only emphasized that fact. I had done as instructed, stepping out naked except for the ultra-tight garment I was wearing.

Ms. Parker introduced herself, she would be the one to outfit me and oversee my work. I was shown a pose and told to not move from it. She slid a dress over my shoulders, then slipped my arms into the sleeves then over my shoulders and zipped up in the back. The dress startled me a little, I knew it would be female clothes, but a dress right to start was quite a surprise. I guess a test to see how I would react. I kept my stance, trying not to move any at all. She adjusted it on my body, pulling it here, tucking it there, and making sure it fit appropriately. Then she unzipped it and removed the dress. Another one was put on the same way, this one a form fitting dress, molding itself to my body from the shoulders to my thighs.

I have no idea what I thought the mannequin would be wearing but dresses was not one of those considered. The ad did say all types of clothing, my original assumption that it would be male apparel obviously very wrong. I know as the first dress settled on my shoulders that my facial coloring had moved into the red spectrum. I just hoped that it was not that noticeable.

Then she had me follow her out to the store, having me pose on a dais near the register. I was now naked except for the basic white stretchy garment standing in a store with customers. I was posed again the same as before, leaving me to get something from the back. She repeated her actions earlier, bringing a dress for me to wear, sliding it on and making adjustments as necessary. This was done for five more dresses, each one very different in style and material. When she removed the last dress she approached with a bra, fastening it around me, then sliding a breast form in each cup. A scarf was fixed around my neck and she let me stand there for quite a bit of time. I wasn’t looking for a clock, just trying to remain still and immobile so I had no idea how much time had expired.

I could feel the band of the bra around my chest, tighter than I presumed a bra would be on my body. I glanced around with my eyes to see if anybody was staring at me. In my limited field of vision no one was even looking at me. Even the line of applicants that was behind me had now suddenly disappeared. In just a bra with a scarf around my neck I was amazed, almost naked and no one even cared.

Then she approached and added lipstick to my lips, sliding a wig over my hair. Nothing was said, I just tried to maintain my composure and position as she added these items to my attire. Finally she approached and asked if I could stay relatively motionless for an hour I blinked my eyes and she left. I could taste the lipstick on my lips, the longer hair at the back of the wig caressing my neck sending shivers up and down my spine.

She interviewed some others, but none of them were asked to do what I was doing. Finally she came and got me to return to her office. She reached out her hand, the job was mine if I wanted it. Nobody else was interested after they found out what it entailed, so I could work all the hours I wanted. A thirty minute rest period every two hours, paid, of course, then another stint.

It would be similar to what I did today, the clothes would vary, makeup as needed and either a wig or my own hair styled if I had the time. I would be classified as an independent contractor, so there would be no overtime. I would bill the hours weekly minus any time for hair styling or other beauty services, but she would add a cash bonus to compensate for the time necessary to complete those specific services.

I was given a list of times she would prefer to have a mannequin, but would try and be flexible in when I worked. I had one class that interfered, but only had two more weeks of it before the semester break. She looked over the one discrepancy and made an adjustment and we were set. Tomorrow afternoon I would start. She did ask that I shave my body hair, anything below my neck and she would make an appointment for it to be handled by the salon in the future.

I was ecstatic at getting the job, not fully realizing that I would be pretty much naked a lot of the time. That fact sunk in later as I was celebrating my new found job by eating out. That evening I managed the task of shaving my body hair, although it took almost an hour and quite a bit of contortion to finally accomplish that task. For a male to be asked to shave his body, that is an almost impossible task. No prior experience at doing it, and then having to contort my body to reach all the spots that always seemed just a tad beyond my reach.

The next day I attended university in the morning and then went to the clothing store. I went into the back and undressed, sliding on the underwear she had furnished. It was a girdle like item that was very tight on me. I was instructed to tuck myself, pushing my balls back inside my body and my penis back between my legs. Once the garment was pulled up everything pretty much stayed in place. The same white stretchy body suit as yesterday was slipped on and I was ready to go to work.

I was told to stand on a dais, with one hand on a pole to steady myself. The dais was wheeled out to the sales floor and my time started. I got another bra, this one a push up bra. Once secured she pulled the extra flesh on my chest up into the bra, providing me with some cleavage. Different dresses were put on me during the first two hour stint, sometimes left on for some time as she was helping a customer with her selections.

When the time was up I was wheeled back to the back and helped down off the dais. I used the time to stretch and use the bathroom, then sipping a little water getting ready for the next stretch. Before she wheeled me out this time she made up my face with a full complement of cosmetics. The wig was added and I began my next stint as a mannequin. Only five or six changes this time, her store now quite busy with customers. Most of them complimented her on the lifelike mannequin, several times buying the outfit I was wearing. It was kind of embarrassing as my clothes were removed so that the customer could try them on for herself.

On more than one occasion I was touched and groped, customers trying to see if I was real or artificial. Ms. Parker said she would see what could be done to prevent the groping, she wanted to maintain the illusion of an artificial mannequin, not some human disguised as one. The next few days were the same, I came to love my time as a mannequin a time to reflect and think of other things. I found out I could zone out, my light breathing the only connection to my physical self. When I came in for my Friday shift, she caught me before I could change and asked if I would allow her to get my hair styled.

I didn’t see a problem, like most colleges these days you could find almost any look displayed there for all to see somewhere on the campus. I was given an address and told they would take care of my hair giving me a feminine hairstyle. Then there would be no need for the wigs. I drive over there and found myself in a feminine paradise. I was taken back promptly, my hair washed and conditioned. Then cut into a feminine style, even still wet the look now definitely female. Set in curlers and placed under a dryer, the gentle heat easing my body into dreamland.

After being awoken, I was moved to the styling chair and the curlers were removed. I was watching as she started to style my hair, then looked at my hands. I now had long fingernails, painted a bright pink. I never realized when it was done, but it made such a difference in my appearance. They were quite noticeable, anyone looking at me would first see my hair then my long nails.

Ms. Parker had handled the bill already, the store was still open so I went back to let her see what her new mannequin looked like now. As soon as I entered I was taken to the back and told to strip. I was handed a new garment rather stiff, but covered in lace. It pulled on like panties, but confined my male apparatus tightly against my groin.

A bra was added, my extra skin pulled up into the cups of the bra. No white undergarment today, just the panties and bra. On the dais again and moved out to the store proper. There seemed to be a lot more attention on me today, I guess the hairstyle added to the illusion significantly. I was out there for almost two hours, the store packed with customers.

Finally she was able to wheel me to the back, grabbing my face and kissing me hard on the lips. She left me to my own devices, since she still had a packed store. I was able to get out of the clothes, but couldn’t find my male clothes. Twenty minutes later she came back to her office and handed me a bag of clothes. Since my hair was now very girly she suggested I wear female clothes, to keep from having issues about my gender with less understanding individuals.

I nodded my head in agreement, but did have a few serious doubts. In the store was one thing, but out in the real world and having to interact with other people maybe not a good idea. Tonight I had no choice, since my male clothes were missing. I looked in the bag, a blouse and pair of slacks were there along with some clean underwear, presumably for tomorrow. The blouse was neutral, other than some lace around the neck and sleeves and the bust darts. The pants however, were very girly tight fitting in the hips and flaring out to ridiculous proportions. The back zipper didn’t help any, a male at a distinct disadvantage trying to get it up and fastened.

I did make it to my car, and then to my apartment, but was constantly looking over my shoulder to see who was laughing at my appearance. I lived on the second floor, having to climb a set of stairs to get there. There is five other apartments on the second floor, so getting in undetected might be a problem. I was right outside my door, getting my keys out of my purse, another recent addition to my attire before I left the store, when the door across the hall opened and Barb came out staring at the girl going into my apartment. Removing my keys proved to be a difficult task to start with for a male, the long nails only making it harder. I was hoping she would let it drop, maybe ask later about the strange girl.

No luck she followed me into the apartment turning me around so she could get a better look at my face. She let out a squeal that would deafen most eardrums then hugged me tight. I was carefully scrutinized in the next ten minutes then she led me to my couch, set me down and parked herself right next to me. “Okay I need the whole story from the start and do not leave anything out.” She grabbed my hand as she finished that statement, probably to insure I wouldn’t try to make a run for it.

I explained the whole thing about me getting the job, the times I have worked already and the hair style and nails today. She hung on every word, assuring me that she would come to the store tomorrow to see me working. I explained that I didn’t move, just a lowly mannequin displaying clothes for my bosses customers. I tried my best to talk her out of coming to the store, I had an idea that she would most likely interrupt my concentration and I didn’t want to upset Ms. Parker.

She wanted me to tell her everything again, I could tell she was fascinated by my tale. I did repeat the happenings of the last few days, then she suggested some nourishment. I agreed, thinking she would go out and get us some burgers. She did want the burgers, but instead of her going out I was dragged along as we both went to the drive-in four blocks down the street. I felt a little better about going out with her next to me, by the time we got there I had relaxed some. We did get some attention, but just normal male attention to pretty girls. Shit, did I just lump myself in the pretty girl category?

After eating I tried again to convince her not to come to the store. I finally gave up, when she told me that she would meet me at my last class and walk me to the store. The next day’s classes were almost a non-event. I was sure I would get noticed, because of the hair and nails, but one female in my history class the only one to notice anything. She had noticed my hair and complimented me on the style, much better than my ratty ponytail.

After my last class Barb did track me down attaching herself to my arm as soon as she was within reach. When we reached the store she looked around while I slipped into my outfit. As I was wheeled out to the front of the store, I heard a giggle. I presume it was her, my lack of clothes causing the giggle. As soon as the dais was wheeled out the store became packed. It was like they were waiting for the mannequin to be displayed. I got changed into the one dress and that was the only one she had a chance to utilize, the register being quite busy from then on. Today she had even had an additional sales associate to help her, but still could not get loose. It was almost three hours before she could get me moved to the back for a break.

Barb did try and influence me during the rush, feeling my dress and moving my arm up and down. She also made funny faces at me trying to get me to break my concentration. I managed to stay focused, but not sure quite how I was able to accomplish that, some of her faces she made were quite comical.

Ms. Parker did get me out on the floor one more time that afternoon, but cut it short when the store started getting crowded again. The last outfit was a mini skirt with a see through lace blouse, my bra clearly showing through the blouse. I noticed a rack next to where I was displayed with the items on it, by the time I was returned to the stock room the display was nearly empty. Barb waited for me to change, Ms. Parker giving me another outfit to wear home. A summer cotton gingham dress with a full skirt.

We walked home, about a twenty minute walk since it was still daylight and the weather was so nice. I felt the difference wearing a skirt outside, the cool breeze finding its way up my skirt quite often. Not enough to raise the skirt, but enough to allow me to feel every little gust. As we entered the apartment building, several of the guys that are on the first floor greeted Barb, wanting her to introduce me to them. I spoke softly, extremely nervous as I faced these three guys. Barb knew them, and cut the introduction short, introducing me to them as her cousin, who already has a dreamy boyfriend, so you guys are out of luck. Once we got to my apartment I thanked her, she suggested that I get a cheap engagement ring to wear that will help to keep the Lotharios at bay.

Ms. Parker was thrilled at my help in making the store more profitable. My first check was quite substantial, a pleasant surprise for me. The next week went like the first, often once I was out on the floor the store would get so busy that I was out there for four or five hours. I had bathroom problems the first couple of times, then when I saw it was going to be a recurring problem I cut down my liquid intake from before lunch till I reached the store. That seemed to solve the problem, so I was able to survive the longer periods on the sales floor. Each day I received a new outfit to wear home, having to remove a couple of my male outfits to get them all in my closet. Barb was thrilled with that, since we were almost the same size she would on occasion borrow an outfit for a date or special occasion.

I did receive a couple more salon procedures, one removing my body hair when it started growing back. They used a cream to handle the job, I was told another use of the cream and I would no longer have any body hair. I only had a few facial hairs, so one application of the cream and I was permanently hair free on the face. The second procedure eliminated my almost non-existent eyebrows, they had been shaped before, but now they were totally missing. I just penciled in a high arch every day and I was good to go.

I eventually got used to the looks I received, I even interacted a little with a couple of the males. I much preferred Barb along with me, her support made everything so much easier. She went with me often, practicing her skills at getting me to crack up. Thankfully she did it when there were few customers around. The store was doing real well, I had already received three wage hikes due to the effect my presence was having on sales. Now Ms. Parker wanted me to come see her Saturday morning, wanting to discuss something she wanted to try.

I showed up an hour early, not knowing how long it would take to tell me what she wanted. She pointed to a chair in front of her desk. As I settled into the chair she told me what she would like me to do. The mall was planning some one day special sales where all stores were expected to participate. Each store depending on the size of the store would be allowed mannequins on raised dais spread throughout the mall. The clothes on the mannequin could be changed as often as they like, but the item displayed had to be offered at a sale price. The thinking that the customers would walk back and forth through the mall looking for a sale on the items they might be interested in. Since the mall is open for twelve hours, lots of possibilities for a sale that they might be interested in.

Of course she wanted to use me as the display, but didn’t know if I could hold out for twelve hours. Any clothing changes would have to be done in full view of the customers. not an impossible task to handle. Food and drink would have to be handled some way, but since the first of these special sale days was not for two weeks, maybe I could work out how to handle the possible difficulties. I told her I would do it, I knew it would be quite beneficial for her store, a whole day of special sales would increase her sales figures significantly.

Now all I had to do was figure how I could handle it. At least, I hoped I would be able to handle it. The food and water was the easiest to handle, I would eat the day before, filling myself up but not overdoing things, as of the night before I would withhold any more food and take only small sips of water. When changing my clothes in the middle of the mall my boss could use a squeeze bottle to give me some water in my mouth, on the pretense of washing something off my lips. As far as waste goes, an enema of which I was not fond of before my stint in the mall would handle most problems, and me wearing a diaper under my foundation garments would handle any potential wetness problems.

As far as support for that long of time her dais had places for supports to be inserted in the base, so we would use some of them. After my outfit was changed my hands would be reattached to those supports to help keep me upright. A more substantial support would run up my back and be hidden under my foundation garment. Once secured I would be unable to move much, that would help me in the later hours to keep from moving as my muscles became stiffer from holding the position for so long.

We decided on a trial run, on the following Saturday. I didn’t eat much Friday, stopping any water intake after midnight. Right before I left for work I gave myself an enema, the act of doing it reinforced my hatred of the task. When I arrived at her shop, she took me back to the room where she usually got me dressed. The dais was there now with larger wheels on the four corners. A rod was in the center sticking up about shoulder high. there were two smaller rods in the corner of the dais, presumably for my hands. I was diapered, her giggling all the time as I was pinned in it. She told me she had added a soaker pad to make sure any liquid would be contained. Then a plastic pair of pants to add an extra layer of protection. Her favorite part was coating that area in baby powder. I am sure I had enough on me for three babies. Most likely she was a frustrated Mother, now I was filling that spot.

Then the body briefer was loosely tied around my body. Some stockings were slid up my legs and attached to the garters hanging down from the brief. A pair of heels in a neutral color that would look appropriate no matter what color clothing I was wearing was added to complete the lower part of my lingerie. Unfortunately they were quite tall changing how I stood. I was moved to the dais, helped up on it and turned so my back was up against the rod in the center of the dais. I was not sure how she was going to connect the rod to me but after a few minutes she had apparently accomplished that part since I couldn’t move away from the rod. My hands were attached to the other rods by sliding them into a mitten, the mitten having a ring at the back of the mitten that slid into a hook on the end of the rod.

I looked at her with a questioning stare, I was immobile and was still half naked. She approached with something in her hand, asked me to open my mouth then shoved the item in it. I was taken aback, not expecting anything like that. It was sticky adhering to the insides of my mouth and my tongue, a few seconds later I couldn’t move my tongue and my mouth was stuck shut. I stared at her, she just smiled, it will keep you quiet and will ooze moisture all day long. Now behave while I get your breasts attached to your chest.

Two quite sizable breast forms were glued to my chest, then slipped into a bra. Since I would be without clothes a lot of the time the bra was lacy and quite pretty. All ready for my debut I was wheeled out to the very front of her store, just inside her front door. I just realized how visible I would be here, no one walking by the store being able to miss seeing me. I did notice that Ms. Parker had hired several more sales associates to ring up customers, allowing her to spend more time to select and dress her mannequin.

The plan was for me to spend eight hours out here, then if it went well a twelve hour stint next Saturday one week before the big mall sale. The first few hours were a little hard, since I had been used to breaks every once in a while. At about the six hour mark I ended up using my diaper, the red in my face a sure sign of me doing the deed. Ms. Parker smiled at me, and I got a pat on my butt as she went to the back again to get more clothes.

There seemed to be a lot of people in the store, but being right out front I could not see how many sales she was getting. I think she changed my outfit twenty-two times, but at the end I was not sure of my count. Barb did make an appearance right near the end of my stint, at least I think it was near the end. With no clocks I had no way of telling time. I did catch her talking with Ms. Parker out of the corner of my eye, wandering what the two of them were cooking up.

Finally I was moved to the back, my eight hours apparently up. I was waiting to be released when Barb came into my field of vision. She walked around me surveying my looks and how I was attached to the dais. She released my one hand and moved it behind my back fastening it to the rod. Then she did the same to my other hand, not much I could do to prevent it since my arms had been immobile for so long they were pretty useless to me. I felt the two hands in the mittens attached to each other and released from the supporting rod. She leaned down and tied a ribbon around each leg at the knees and then together allowing me a short but restrictive stride. The same done to my ankles. She released me from the rod, having to hold me for a moment as all of the weight settled on my feet in the heels. After I moved a little she led me out the back door of the store and into her car. I presume I will be going to her apartment with her.

When we got there she parked in her usual spot and freed me from the seat belt. I was stood outside of her car and a long coat was slid over my shoulders hiding my outfit and my bonds. My ankles were released and I was walked into the building right to her apartment. I tried to head in the direction of my apartment but that was not to be. The gag still in my mouth kept me from voicing any words of protest, so I was soon in her living room in front of her couch. She grasped my head and kissed me, not letting me resist in any way. With my mouth full she was not allowed access, but believe me she is some kisser. I melted into her arms, as she moved her arms lower holding me tight.

Finally my hands were freed from behind my back, but they still were pretty much useless from being secured for so long. The mittens were secured to each other in front of me, a more comfortable way to be trussed up. I was laid down on the sofa, her tying my ankles to the arm of the couch. So much for wandering off and getting away from her. Brief moments of some sanity surfaced every once in a while, wondering why she had kept me tied up when she removed me from the store. I liked her a lot, was comfortable with her but I did wonder why I was still unable to show her how much I wanted to be with her.

She returned a little later with a squirt bottle and flooded my mouth with some liquid. I think it was a juice of some kind, but my taste buds were way off. The blob in my mouth dissolved and the remains of it and the juice slid down my throat. I was released from the couch and taken to her bedroom. Laid on the bed and undressed part way to get to my diaper. I turned red, not liking the idea of her changing my diaper. I tried to tell her no but she told me to be quiet or she would use another of the novel gags on me.

She changed my diaper, with me wondering why she just didn’t take it off. Then the realization she was going to keep me bound and unable to move hence the need for a diaper. I tried again to speak, her holding one of the balls right in front of me convinced me otherwise. I closed my mouth, better to be able to speak.

My dress was pulled back down and I was stood up. She attached my tied hands to the headboard and went to get something from another room. I was looking out the window hoping for some divine intervention when I heard her come back pushing something in front of her.

I rolled my eyes as she entered pushing something just like was at the store. It had three rods instead of the one main one, not as tall as the one at the store. I was quickly helped up on the platform and my butt attached to the back rod. This was done with a strap that went around my waist and through my crotch, the end attached back to the part around my waist. I heard a click and now I couldn’t move from the pole. I was leaned forward and my hands each attached to the poles at the corners of the platform. I can’t say it was comfortable but I guess I could live with it.

Then she unzipped the top part of the dress and slipped it part way down my body until it gathered around my waist. My bra was unfastened and removed then two clips were fastened tightly to my nipples and the cords attached pulled taught to the poles that were holding my hands. Although I had no feeling in the nipples the feeling of my whole breast form being stretched away from my body was there. A hood was slipped over my head and she walked away plunging me into darkness. I was tempted to say something but decided to wait for a while to see if she was coming back. The thought of that blob in my mouth, enough to keep me quiet.

It was easier to take the restriction of not being able to move than at the store, but unable to see anything was certainly a negative. It seemed it took her forever to return, but the hood being removed caused a smile to come to my face. That quickly vanished as I saw what my dinner was going to consist of. I was fed the baby food, almost gagging at the taste of it. Then drank the milk from a sippy cup, not as bad but it also didn’t taste like normal milk. She cleaned me up with a wash rag, then I was kissed passionately.

She explained that I need more practice at being a mannequin, thus I will be spending my nights in training. I groaned out loud causing her to reach for one of the balls. I quickly shut my mouth, hoping the pleading look on my face would stop her from inserting it in my mouth, an action that I could not prevent as tied up as I was. She warned me again that one more sound and she would gag me and leave it in for a week.

So for the next week I spent my time at my classes, then at the store for a six to eight hour shift. Then home to Barb’s apartment. Most nights I was spared the baby food, but as always hand feed every bite of my evening meal.

Always a groping session, where she showed me how much she liked her play toy. I didn’t mind, the amount of kissing, hugging, and body stimulation pretty much made my life quite satisfying. Attached to my home for the night, the hood slid over my head and I was soon asleep.

Several changes due to my attire became apparent over the next few days, wearing heels 24/7 except for when I was bathed caused my tendons to shorten. This made wearing at least a three inch heel a necessity to be able to walk or stand without pain in the calves of my leg. Being in a diaper most of the time and unable to use the restroom like a normal person made me incontinent. That was disturbing to me, but since Barb loved to change my diaper I was not sure how to approach the problem.

The store’s sales continued to climb, most of her business coming when I was on display out front. Ms. Parker told me that quite a few customers would regularly call and ask when the mannequin would be on display, so they could plan their shopping trip to coincide.

It turned out that Ms. Parker hired Barb to handle me, getting me in position and making the clothing changes to me during my time at the store. That freed her up to wait on customers and ring up sales. Prior to our arrival she would pick out the clothes for me to wear, having them on a rack for Barb to use to dress me.

The next Saturday turned out to be a very long day for me. I was staying at Barb’s apartment now, with her taking me to work and back home after my shift. I spent every night on my dais there practicing my craft. That was after a session with my lover where I was shown how much she appreciated me in her life. After removing the hood I was kissed and then an enema nozzle was inserted in my anus. She literally filled me up, the warm water doing all kinds of things to my body. I was then somewhat released and allowed to use the toilet. A follow up of some scented liquid, then the toilet again. I now smelled very feminine standing there. Very seldom does she release all of my restraints, her smirk as I plead to be let loose quite irritating to me.

Diapered after being drowned in baby powder and then secured for my trip to the store. Now instead of a long coat she uses a sheath dress that comes to my ankles. My arms are inside of the dress, the sleeves empty and hanging loose. Once at the store I am undressed then positioned on the dais and secured. A corset is slipped over my body and loosely laced up. Through the laces the means for my attachment to my dais pole is fastened. Now she can tighten the corset to its fullest, but I will nor be leaving the dais till the store closes. The corset comes part way down my thighs, since walking is not an option for me. The top of the corset cradles my breasts that just lay in the cups of the corset.

My feet are slid into a higher pair of heels, my toes seemed to be pointed straight down. It did make standing there a little easier until she raised the pole I was attached to a few inches. Now my full weight was on the pole, the toes of the heels barely touching the dais, the heels almost hanging in the air.

She puts a lot more enthusiasm in my change of clothing than Ms. Parker did, slipping each outfit on while adjusting the fit of the item on my body. My nipples are rock hard all the time along with certain other bits of me. Even though no one can see the other hard on, you can take my word for it. I was getting used to the long hours though, my mind other places during my stint as her mannequin.

The first day of the mall promotion came and at the ungodly hour of seven A.M. I was wheeled into position a few stores from the food court. Here I was sure to be seen by everybody that walked the mall. Barb would change my outfit every thirty minutes, wanting to be sure and impress as many shoppers as possible through the day. I am not sure I will ever get comfortable being naked in front of all of those people. Naked except for some panties and a skimpy little bra. The mall had arranged for a roped off area around each mannequin to keep the customers from poking and handling the clothes. In my case, to keep them from poking and handling me.

I did manage to make it through the entire day, although when I was taken back to the store and released from the dais I was so wobbly I could hardly stand. I was sent home with Barb, Ms. Parker telling me that she had the largest sales in her store’s history, all thanks to me. I did get rewarded by Barb, as she let me sleep in bed with her. As I was lying there I couldn’t get comfortable, tossing and turning but still wide awake. Finally at three AM I woke her and asked her to put me on the dais and slip the hood over my head. She did have quite a smirk on her face, knowing what she had ingrained in me had worked. It seemed only a few minutes after that was accomplished I was asleep, not remembering anything further till late the next day when the hood was removed.

I did graduate from school, but a year later I am still a mannequin for Ms. Parker, now earning fifteen dollars an hour. I was moved out of my apartment, Barb deciding I was to live with her. She tends to all of our finances, confident that we will soon have enough to afford our own home, a goal she is determined to accomplish. Oh by the way, I have no male clothes left, Barb seeing to their destruction. Along with the loss of male clothes I also lost my male name. Barb in her infinite wisdom decided Quinntessa was to be my new moniker since I was working as a mannequin anyway. The name is proudly displayed on my right butt cheek, with the words property of Barb right below it.

A tattoo I am immensely proud of. Most nights I still sleep on the dais, secured there unless Barb needs me beside her in bed. The fondling, kissing and groping as she handles me during the day more than enough loving attention for me.

I guess that the life of a mannequin was so comfortable for me that is the only way I can proceed in life. With a loving handler, and a stern taskmaster combined in one I am sure I will be kept on the right path, a path to happiness and contentment as a mannequin.

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