Lesley; A Conspiracy Of The Highest Order

 Lesley; A Conspiracy Of The Highest Order

As soon as I entered my office, my secretary told me that the owner of the company wanted to see me as soon as possible. While not an everyday occurrence it does happen a few times a month. I gathered a few things that I might get questioned on and made my way to her office. Her office was located in an adjacent building, part of her holdings, but separate from the company that I was COO of. I have been in that position for three years now, just now getting a handle on some of the things I inherited.

Since her door was open I walked in and was getting ready to sit in the chair in front of her desk. She told me to remain standing, she had something she needed to read to me. I stood there, slightly alarmed, this is not like her.

Ms. Parker

As per your request we have investigated the funds that have been tampered with and come to these findings. The funds have been moved offshore to a foreign bank account, kept there for three months gaining interest, then redeposited in the company accounts minus the accrued interest. The funds were re-deposited before the end of the quarter so they showed up on the quarterly profit and loss sheets. The lack of interest for the company has been hid somewhat by the losses the company has suffered over the years. Now becoming a little more apparent since the losses have been almost eliminated.

The offshore account is under the name of L. Walker, the statements we managed to obtain copies of show the deposits and withdrawals that correspond with the dates of the missing companies funds. There is a connection to the name of the account holder and the one who monitors those funds in our company. I leave the resolution of this situation in you hands.

M. Benson Head of Safe and Secure Security

No matter what she said I sat down hard in the chair. L Walker is me, and I missed catching this myself. I had no offshore accounts, and if I did I would not move any funds there to gain interest in the position I am in. That would be utterly stupid. Susie smiled at me as she saw my mind working through this revelation.

“So unless you can replace all of the interest that you have siphoned off, I suggest that you work for free until the funds have been replaced. Or we can go the other route and I can call the police and have you arrested for embezzlement. Your choice. If you choose to work it off I can’t have you in your present position, that would be kind of stupid on my part. So we will have to find somewhere else for you. It will probably have to be under a new identity unless you want to explain to the employees why you are no longer COO and dressing differently.”

“So you think I am guilty of this, it seems so from what you have said? I would never do anything like this, I can’t believe you don’t believe me.”

“I am just stating the obvious, the account is in your name, there is considerable funds in it, and the last quarters money from the company was traced directly from that account as it was re-deposited in the company account. From what we have found out your name is the only name on the account, the signature on that account is yours or a very good facsimile thereof. What else would I think?”

“Now do you have the funds to reimburse the company for the lost interest? If the account is yours all you have to do is transfer the interest out and back to the company. If for some obscure reason you can’t access that account then you need to write the company a check for the lost interest or work it off here as we discussed earlier. I do need a decision from you, as I have to make this good one way or another. We have a shareholder’s meeting coming up next week and I need everything to appear normal for that meeting.”

I looked at the summary sheet she had laid before me, the lost interest was listed at $185,000.89. There was no way I had that kind of money. I tried to get her to see reason, but she just pointed to the facts laid before me and said nothing. I guess it was down to who was bluffing, would she indeed call the police and have me arrested. I knew she was shrewd, but I doubted she was vindictive. But there was enough of a doubt for me not to take a chance. I swallowed hard, told her I would work it off till this got straightened out, but I was not guilty of any of this and had no access to any offshore account.

Then I got the next shock, I would be working in a secretary position in my own office, my current assistant being promoted to my present position temporarily. Suzie told me she had contacted my wife and filled her in on my escapade and told her of my new position within the company. She would handle my transformation to the female gender, and see that I am appropriately dressed for work on Monday. I was assured after my treatments I would not be recognized as my former male persona. Not even your assistant would realize you are Les disguised as a female.

Another shock soon followed as she told me I would be getting four hundred fifty dollars a week before deductions, she had boosted my pay from the rate normally given a starting secretary. I didn’t even want to think of how long it would take to pay the interest back, this situation only getting worse by the minute. When things are not going your way, there is always hope that some miracle will occur to save you, but any good karma was non-existent since in walked my wife. I was taken a hold of and dragged out of her office, my attempt to say something, stopped immediately. The slap across my face brought me to tears, it was not that hard, but mentally it was devastating. Dawn didn’t believe me, already had me convicted and was passing out sentence.

I was taken to my old office and told to remove any personal items. My assistant was in the next room and most likely aware of what was happening. No words were exchanged and as soon as I had my few things we left. Since my car was a company car the keys were left on my desk and Dawn led me to her car.

She drove off, heading away from our home. I gave her a puzzling look, but her scowl directed at me ended that quickly. We parked near a salon and she turned in her seat to address me. You will enter on your own accord, ask for Kay and she will see to your transformation. After you are in the right gender for your job as a secretary, a wardrobe will be picked out for you, approximately two weeks worth. They will then call me and I will come and pick you up. Suzie has graciously picked up the expenses here today, a fact that you need to thank her for come Monday.

I need your wallet and keys to the house, neither of which you will need in the future. I will be taking you to work and picking you up afterward for the duration. You will have twice a week appointments here at the salon to keep your appearance appropriate. Other than the salon, work is the only other place you will be out in public. The rest of the time will be spent at home, where you will assist me in taking care of the house and making meals. I removed my keys and wallet and handed them to her and opened my car door.

Now get in there, or I will drag you in there by the ear. I still can’t believe you tried something like this. I am very disappointed in you, you are not the person I married and fell in love with. I can’t believe you don’t just transfer the interest money back to the company, surely that would be preferable to working it off. Do you have any idea how long it will take you to pay it back at the salary you will be making, then to have to pay for your new clothes and salon appointments on top of everything else? I do wonder about your intelligence, this is one of the dumbest things you have ever done.

I was so confused but got out of the car and walked into the salon. I don’t think I could be any more depressed than I was, my whole world coming apart right in front of me. The receptionist had to ask me three times my name, finally I muttered Les, as she found the name Lesley and my technician was Kay. I was taken to the back, undressed and my male clothes left with her. I just stood there, not knowing what to think or what to do. Kay soon entered and explained what she will be doing on my behalf. I thought of refusing all of the things she talked about, but for some reason that thought never saw the light of day. The fact that I was naked in a beauty salon, with no way home, or any funds to change any of this did enter my mind, if only briefly.

I gave out a huge sigh, but succumbed to my apparent fate. Quickly with an application of a cream over my body what little body hair I had was now gone. It is apparently permanent, I will never have to worry about body hair again. That revelation not exactly what I wanted to hear. After the body hair was wiped off, a soothing cream was rubbed all over my skin, making it softer and smelling like a field of fragrant flowers.

Then right to the crux of the situation, my lack of breasts and a vagina. Laid on a table and strapped down my legs were spread wide apart and my penis was glued to the bottom of my groin. Then a very realistic vagina just like my wife’s was glued on top hiding any semblance of a male body laying there. Just like that I was no longer a male, that single action devastating my thoughts.

Two good sized cups were glued to my chest directly above my nipples, then hoses were attached and a pump turned on sucking any loose tissue into the cups. A fatty substance was added to each cup and quickly absorbed into the skin. I just laid back, closing my eyes hoping all of this was somehow just a bad dream.

I felt my fingernails being worked on, but refused to open my eyes. Whatever I saw would just add to the worst day of my life. I doubt I could handle much more. I just laid there letting her work on me, oblivious to what exactly she was doing to me. I know my eyebrows, ears and my face were some of her targets, but I realized I would be leaving the salon as a female, probably a fairly good looking one by the amount of time she was spending on me. Under a dryer for quite a while my hair probably in curlers since it felt like my hair was wrapped tightly around something.

My face getting makeup was her next step, I could feel each cosmetic as it was applied, knowing that a little more of my masculinity was slipping away one bit at a time. That is if there was any left to slip away.

I smelled like a female, I could taste my lipstick on my lips and feel the curls bouncing around my face and shoulders. The earrings that were swaying against my neck and the necklace laying against my chest were also now quite evident to my senses.

After way too many hours of relentless pumping the machine shut down and the hoses were unhooked from the cups. As she was unhooking me I could feel her hand brush against my new breast sending shock waves all through my body. Oh gawd how am I going to be able to handle all of this. I was stood up and then handed some lingerie to put on. Panties first and a matching bra which she had to help me put on. They felt good on my body, the panties caressing my now flat front and the cups of the bra supporting my now sizable breasts. A sweater dress was slid over my body, something simple for my first female clothing.

Before I could take this all in Dawn was standing before me. I was ashamed at her seeing me this way, my head drooped with my arms behind me. Her husband now more feminine than her. She put a finger under my chin and lifted till I was looking in her eyes. Then leaned in and kissed me, holding my head in her hands so that I couldn’t evade the kiss. Then just as quickly as I was kissed I was removed from the salon, to their clothing store next door. I didn’t want to be seen as a female so I had the brakes on trying to keep from it happening. Dawn had other ideas, and what she wanted was what she got.

She picked my clothes for the next few weeks, while I had to try them all on for proper fit. I noticed she was picking only skirts and dresses, all in quite feminine colors and fabrics. I guess her way of punishing me for my supposed actions.

I was still trying to get my head around being accused of this crime, but nothing made sense. I supposedly had an offshore account in my name but I couldn’t access the funds in it. Then being forced to pay back the lost interest, either out of my funds or to work it off at some ridiculous secretary’s salary. Nobody was interested in my explanation, only in my agreement to work as a secretary to pay back the interest. Unfortunately my mind never did make any other conclusions as the mini-skirt was slipped up my legs and zipped up. I immediately tried to pull it down some to cover some of the vast areas of my legs that were left exposed. The blouse that was slipped on was just about as bad, a see through lace material that only muted the outline of my bra and breasts.

I looked at her with panic in my eyes, surely you don’t expect me to go to work dressed like this. A huge smile appeared on her face and she added two more mini-skirts and lacy blouses to my pile of clothing. My original sweater dress also made it to my stash of clothing along with two others in a similar style.

Panties, bras, slips and silk hose were added to the pile before I was helped in finding the appropriate shoes for my outfits. Thirteen pair of heels in assorted colors were added to the collection of clothing. I winced at the number of shoes, thirteen never a lucky number for me, but realized it fit nicely into the worst day of my life.

With a rack full of feminine clothes picked out, Dawn seemed happy with the choices and we checked out. Then on top of everything else she paid for my clothes with my credit card. I was taken home and made to pack up all of male clothes in boxes to be given away on Monday. Then I had to hang all of my new clothes in the closet, after putting all of my lingerie in the recently emptied dresser. I tried several times to reason with her, her raising of her hand as if to slap me instantly made me shut my mouth.

She had me vacuum the living room as she fixed us some dinner, I let out a moan as I was allowed to sit for the first time in hours at the kitchen table. My feet from wearing the heels were so happy, Dawn did giggle at my antics, but that was the only break in her stern exterior.

We ate in silence, with me not knowing what to say and Dawn absorbed in her own thinking. I had to do the dishes and clean the kitchen since Dawn did the cooking. I was shown how to do laundry for the future, having to change the clothes to the dryer and fold and put them away after they dried. All of the clothing was Dawn’s lingerie by the way. I realized as I was folding them to put in her drawer that I will be doing mine soon too. I was shown my nighttime beauty regime, something to be done every night no excuses allowed. I was given a nightie to wear, now completing my switch over to the female gender.

One day a COO and the next a company secretary and housewife, what a trip it has been. She laid next to me on the bed, pulling me tight against her, but that was the extent of any intimacy. I had to get up several times to go to the bathroom, having to wake her and beg to be let go. Once done and back in bed I was engulfed in her arms again even tighter and held close to her body. Needless to say I didn’t sleep much, realizing that I was severally frustrated, and unlikely to see an end to the frustration anytime soon.

I managed to slip out of her arms the next morning and take a shower. Once my nightie was off I was harshly reminded of my new status in life. I washed everywhere but tried to not touch my nipples and my vagina. It just seemed wrong to have them on my body, my breasts jutting out obscenely and a slit where there was once a penis. It did not escape my thinking that I will now be sought after, now possessing what most males eagerly seek. After I exited the shower I stood with the towel wrapped around my breasts and cried. Why me, I had no desire to deal with the male of the species, trying to do my job and protect myself from their advances.

Dawn swatting my butt hard stopped my introspection, telling me to hurry and get dressed so she could get me to work. She had to help me with the bra and then show me how to get stockings up my leg without putting runs in them. Then the high heels followed by a mini-skirt and blouse combination with a matching blazer to finish off the outfit. The blouse white, the skirt and blazer a shade of pink. She told me to leave the hair and makeup, she was dropping me off at the salon and they would see to those items. You need to pay attention they will do this three times then it will be your task everyday after that. From the salon you can take the bus, a fifteen minute ride to work.

It seems to get worse every minute, now having to ride the bus dressed this way. Before I could start crying I was yanked out of the house and into her car. At the door to the house she asked where my purse was, with me having to go back to the bedroom to gather it up. I opened it in the car, finding a lipstick, some tissues and something thicker wrapped in paper. There was a small change purse with some coin in it for the bus trip and a five dollar bill for lunch. I was told she would pick me up promptly at five fifteen, if I was not there I could figure how to get home by myself.

In the heels it was all I could do to walk to the car, then later stumble into the salon. I felt like I was on stilts, the skirt not helping any as I felt I was nearly naked below my waist. I was taken right away, in less than fifteen minutes my makeup was done and my hair brushed back into the style they had created yesterday. I barely made the bus, the driver seeing me running after it and stopped. I dropped my fare in the receptacle and found a seat near the front.

The bus ride was short thankfully, then I had to walk the remaining two blocks to work. I entered the business then headed to my former office. The desk out front had a Lesley name plate on it, making it official. I let out a sigh, then set down behind the desk putting my purse in a drawer and signing on to the computer. I read the new company emails, the one about my departure and my assistant now a temporary replacement the hardest to digest. Ms. Parker came by to make sure I showed up, handing me a few things to do and then telling me that Jason my boss would not be in for a few days, while he attended a company training session out of town. If I had any problem I was to call her and she would see that I received the necessary help.

I started on my work, trying to keep busy and not think of the situation I was now faced with. I knew if I had time to think of everything that had happened I would ended up breaking down in uncontrollable sobbing. The work was easy, a lot of the things I had done before I was promoted, just taking a few moments to remember how I had done it in the past. I did notice a few emails for Jason that raised some questions, making a copy of them and sliding them into one of the drawers of my desk for later perusal.

I did make it to lunch time, deciding on not going out to lunch just visiting the break room getting a soft drink and some peanuts to munch on. I did visit the ladies room, a now twenty minute task that I used to handle in a few minutes. Getting the few clothes I had out of the way so I could go was the first hurdle, then sitting to pee and the subsequent wiping needed to be able to put my clothes back the way they were the second. Thinking of having to do this for the foreseeable future was so depressing.

I returned to my desk and started on the afternoon tasks with a huge sigh. At three thirty those were completed and I had a few moments for myself. I researched a few things on the internet, things that had seemed suspicious on the few emails I had made copies of. They didn’t answer any of my queries but did hint of other nefarious things that shouldn’t have been present in any inter office communication.

A last minute request of one of the executives delayed any more research for a while. I was finished with it a few minutes before five and suddenly remembered that I had to be outside and waiting for Dawn or I would be left here on my own. I barely made it, having to run in my heels as Dawn started to pull away from the curb. She did stop, that evil smile on her face once again. I was panting from the physical exertion, it taking more that several minutes to get my breathing under control.

Once home I was tasked with getting dinner fixed, I wanted to change out of my work clothes, but Dawn just handed me an apron and pointed to the kitchen. I checked the refrigerator looking for what I could put together for dinner. There was hamburger meat, so I decided on meatloaf for dinner. I made us each a salad, mixing in a variety of fresh vegetables into said salad. I cleaned up the kitchen some while the meatloaf was cooking, trying to make cleaning up after dinner easier for me. I even washed the few dishes from breakfast and our morning coffee cups.

Dawn seemed to like my impromptu meal taking several helpings of my offerings. I smiled if she keeps this up I will have a more feminine figure than her. I meanwhile only picked and nibbled, the salad was tasty but decided on only one piece of meatloaf. It was like my body was already adapting to its new configuration.

Since I finished a little earlier, I found a soft spot on the living room sofa and parked my touche there. I was tempted to slip off my heels, but was afraid that would not sit well with Dawn, so I forced myself to be content with just being off my feet. I closed my eyes thinking of the last two days and all the things I have experienced. From the shock of being accused of stealing money from the company to all of the new additions to my body and the subsequent feelings that went along with them. For better or worse I decided that my situation was not that bad, if I could just figure out why it was me that was singled out to experience the fall out from my supposed actions.

Dawn came in later, set next to me and started getting romantic with me. I reminded her that I no longer had use of my male organ, so sex of any kind was definitely not on the menu. Her smile got larger, as she reached through the front of my blouse and massaged my breasts, specifically my nipples. It didn’t take long before I was moaning and trying to twist out of her embrace. Then in a sudden move she pinned me to the back of the sofa and kissed me passionately on the lips. I don’t remember a kiss like that between us in the past, when she squeezed my nipple again as her tongue probed my mouth I lost it, coming just from stimulation of my new breasts. She smiled and pulled me from the sofa, leading me to our bedroom. I followed along not knowing what was going on. It was all wonderful and so erotic and not really possible. At least, that was what my mind was trying to convince itself of.

I ended up taking a shower a little after two A.M. then collapsing on the bed. The only reason I managed to get to sleep was that Dawn was taking her shower. I felt her slide in next to me, and pulling me tightly into her arms. After that I remembered nothing.

The next morning was ridiculous as we both had to get dressed and ready to leave in less than twenty minutes. If it was not for the salon appointment I would have been very late for work. Ms. Parker checked in on me again, then handed me a list of things I needed to perform for her today. It was quite a list. Everything from getting her lunch to typing up several reports for the shareholder’s meeting. I did finish right before five, then had to rush to get to the lobby for my ride. This time Dawn was waiting for me, even though it was nearing five thirty when I left the lobby. The smirk was there though, I wondered what she really thought of my supposed actions, maybe she is just using things to get her way.

I managed a repeat of yesterday for dinner as their was some meat loaf left, with some beef gravy and fried onions a tasty meal, at least Dawn thought so as she took three helpings. After we had finished our meals I decided to ask her what this was all about. There are too many assumptions that do not make any sense, and my fate seemed planned way too well for something spur of the moment. I laid out all of my suspicions, then stared at her. Her eyes looked down, not wanting to keep eye contact with me. Now I knew there is more to this than just what has happened so far. I kept up the relentless stare trying to bore holes in her, as she wiggled and squirmed next to me.

She finally whispered that she could not tell me anything now, I will have to wait for awhile. I started to ask why, but she just placed her finger on my lips and smiled. I tried three times to phrase the question differently trying to get any response from her. Each time I was shushed before I got all of my words out and told to be patient with her. All in good time was her final reply to my puzzled expression.

To take my mind off of things she leaned and gave me another toe curling kiss, I could feel my thoughts melt away, bliss and yearning for more now the only activity up above. From kissing to the bedroom again, this time it was early morning before I could gather any coherent thoughts, only to be pushed out of bed having to get ready for work. I managed to avoid the salon this morning, my efforts to style my hair and do my makeup passed inspection. I can’t say I missed the bus ride, dressed as I was left me very uncomfortable among the other bus riders, especially the males. I felt like I was being ogled constantly, something I was not used to and hopefully I would never be comfortable with.

Dawn dropped me off in front of our offices and I made my way to my office. Put up my purse after repairing my makeup and signed in to the computer. Checked all of the emails for the office including ones for Jason making copies of each and filed the duplicates. Keeping a copy of all of his emails seemed the right thing to do after the two suspicious emails the first day. Each day after catching up on my work I researched a little more about his contacts and activities. There was just something that didn’t feel right about all of this. Suzy kept me busy, things she needed or some correspondence for one of the other executives. Luckily for me I didn’t have to interact with the other executives, all of that done through Suzy.

I had made some progress in my investigation of things associated with Jason, but still no absolute proof of his involvement in all of this. Unfortunately, he will be back next week and I will have to deal with him too along with my other duties. Another of the suspicious emails arrived the next day, now I was sure he has something to do with me being framed for the embezzlement. Proof still eluded me, but I was not going to let up on this.

One day at lunch I decided to skip getting something to eat and spend the time going through Jason’s desk and filing cabinet. If asked I will just say that I needed some figures, supposedly here in his desk. I did find a slip of paper tucked inside of an envelope at the back of a drawer, behind a lot of correspondence. Since I had been going through his desk piece by piece I stumbled on it. Anybody else looking through would just see an empty envelope. I made a copy of the things written on it, then replaced everything just as I had found it.

If it was the information on the offshore account and the passwords necessary to access it, Jason is a lot dumber than I thought. Even hid like it was to keep it at work and in his desk shows quite a lack of intelligence. I was definitely smiling later that day when Dawn showed up to pick me up.

I kept quiet, not revealing anything that I had found. Dawn’s fascination with me continued after dinner, my nipples sore and swollen from her playing with them. I am sure the lack of sleep is not helping matters any, quite often I would almost nod off at work, while I am sitting at my desk.

The next day I followed through on my information transferring all of the money in his offshore account to a new one set up specifically for that purpose. Since he will be back tomorrow, his reaction should be interesting. I had a spring to my step as I headed out of the office for my ride home. Even grabbed a hold of Dawn in the car and laid a wet passionate kiss on her lips. Maybe my ordeal will soon be over, then I can return to the male me. On the ride home that thought was being mulled over by my mind, the way my breasts were created leaving a considerable amount of doubt as to if that was even possible. Then there was the notion did I want to revert to my male persona, Lesley quire comfortable in her new gender, maybe staying a female might be better.

I pushed Dawn to take me in early, wanting to be there to see Jason’s reaction. When he first came in I was scrutinized carefully, a smirk showing on his face at my appearance and position as his secretary. He went to his office closing his door as he entered. I heard a gasp and he left the office in a hurry, his face twisted in anger. I had no idea where he went, he was in such a hurry and obviously in quite a bit of distress.

I put the next part of my plan into action sending an email to him telling him the funds have been returned to the company, and his involvement made known to the authorities. To keep from being arrested it was suggested that he confess his involvement asking for some forgiveness, telling everybody he was just testing security measures with regards to the funds.

There happened to be a police officer in the building on another matter, so when Jason reappeared he panicked and headed to his office almost in a run. He accessed his emails again, sending off two right away. I had set up his email to send me a copy on anything he sent. I looked at the emails smiling, he was about to have a meltdown, questioning the bank of his offshore account about their procedures and where the funds disappeared to. They responded a few minutes later telling him the funds were transferred back to the states to an unnamed account. The person doing this had the account number and all of the correct passwords, so they put through the transfer.

He holed up in his office for quite some time, apparently deciding whether he should run or confess. A quite submissive Jason left his office telling me he was going to see the CEO. I patiently waited for the shit to hit the fan, he might confess but the money was still missing. A little later I saw him being taken to the police station for more questioning, a bigger smile could not have graced my face.

It was after quitting time, but I hung around, waiting to be summoned by Ms. Parker. I had moved the funds back into the original account, making sure every last penny had been accounted for. Dawn came in to the offices when I was not outside for my ride, checked on me then wandered off. I think she got a text from Ms. Parker since her phone made that noise when an incoming message arrived. Now things are getting interesting.

I patiently waited, it was thirty minutes later when Ms. Parker and Dawn approached my desk. I smiled and asked what I could do for them. My smile gave it away, I presume, both of them wanting to know if I had anything to do with Jason confessing. Another smile and a giggle, who me. Dawn promising to see to me as soon as she could get me home, Ms. Parker wanting to know where the money was. I calmly asked her if she had checked the account it was missing from. She went to my computer typed in the account number and password and lo and behold the money was there, every last penny of it.

It became obvious that Dawn and Ms. Parker had come up with this scenario so that I would do the investigating of what actually happened on the side, while Jason thought he had pulled off the perfect deception. Of course there was some side benefits for Dawn, a new play toy to occupy her time and someone to help with the housework and cooking. With a huge smile on my face I gathered up my purse and asked Dawn if she was going to take me home.

The two ladies hugged each other, then Dawn grabbed my wrist and yanked me out of my office, now apparently in a hurry to get me home and seen to. I smiled, a whole night of being loved and cared for, what more could a female want out of life.

I planned to not come into work tomorrow, after I rested up I deserved some salon time, made to look beautiful and pampered my first priority. Then to decide if I will come back to work as Les in my old job or stay as a secretary, right now the secretary position was looking quite good. Less stress, and lots of time to keep my lipstick freshened and my nails touched up. Since the conspiracy has been cleared up I doubt I would have much to do. Then home to a loving spouse, it can’t get much better. A perfect scenario in my opinion, a welcome benefit of the conspiracy that started all of this.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Hope; Embrace It And Find Love

Hope; Embrace It And Find Love

Some hair brained member of our schools senior class came up with this stupid idea. The Junior-Senior prom was coming up in a few weeks and in our high school there was not enough females for our guys. A most likely reason for that is the girl’s school down the way in the next adjoining town. It is a sought after school, any self-respecting female that could talk her parents into it would strive to be enrolled there. It was a status symbol, those that attended, looked up to and admired by all the rest. The end result left our school severally female deprived.

A member of the senior student council, suggested the idea, a way for all males to have a date and for the students to make a little money for their different clubs and activities. The idea sounded good at first, any sophomore girl that wanted to attend the prom could volunteer for the prom date auction. Then a week before the prom, a male could write in a vote for the female of their choice and their respective bid. If they were the highest bidder, the girl got to go to the prom with her purchaser and the student council will be richer.

The soon-to-be major problem had come from another member of my family attending the school, my idiotic brother. He was mister popular in the senior class, football quarterback, class president, straight A student, and member of almost every club on campus. He actually thought his idea would solve the problem, and the females would love it.

Our area would be considered high middle class to plain ass rich. That was one reason the girls school was so popular. The girls at our school were not dumb though, the idea of some boy buying a date for the prom riled them up quite a bit. They may be rich but resented the implication of submitting to an auction for a chance to go to a prom.

The idea had gotten some interest; a lot of the sophomore girls wanting to go to the prom pretty bad. The static from the other girls had yet to be heard from though. The instigator of this charming idea, my brother, was getting worried, no one signing up yet for his auction. The word was getting out, a lot of covert conversations were entered in to by some of the sophomore girls. Everybody knew they were up to no good, this particular group was quite upset by a female being auctioned off for a date. This was just not right in their opinion. Then, an application appeared for the auction, her name was Hope. They gave her height and weight, her interests, her likes and dislikes, hoping to create some interest.

Days before the write in voting, there were lots of conversations springing up all over campus. Mainly females, but also some of the male nerds were being invited into the plot. In a last minute attempt to salvage his idea, my idiot brother suggested that instead of one male getting the right to escort Hope to the prom, that all the guys bid on her with the total amounts of the bids going into the fund. They would then share Hope, each getting one or two dances with her during the evening. That idea kind of landed with a thud, since no one had seen a picture of Hope yet, in fact no one had heard of a female student named Hope.

The next morning several social media pages magically appeared, each sporting pictures of Hope. The guys flocked to the pages, and soon there was talk of a bidding war for Hope’s hand to the prom. The guy with the largest bid hoping to get a few more perks from her in the deal. I briefly looked at the pictures. She was pretty, also looked quite familiar; I knew I had seen her somewhere, but not sure where or when. I guess because my brother had come up with this insane idea, all talk about the idea and the vote conveniently avoided me. No one was talking to me about anything. I think the situation could be best described as me being suddenly perceived as a social outcast because of him.

Now we get to me, a sophomore, fairly good grades, but not as good as my brother’s. I would be hard pressed to come up with anything I was a member of, or any sport I played. I did play a few games of handball when I was a freshman, before I got beat by a mousy little girl fifteen to zip. That was the last handball I played.

I was five foot nine inches tall, weighed a hundred and forty pounds, and was basically a straight up and down pole. My only feature that I liked was my shoulder length hair. It was blonde like my mother’s, not brunette like my idiotic brother’s. No he man shoulders, in fact, any muscular development could not be found anywhere on my body.

I attended the football games with the other students at school, hoping to see my brother get flattened by some big husky lineman. We might have been brothers, but there was no brotherly connection to each other what so ever. Before this came up, I got along with the female students, we talked a lot and I helped some of them with their homework. In turn, they helped me with subjects I was having trouble with. Then, my big brother stepped in with his brain fart, and I was ostracized by everyone. I could tell he was worried, if his idea failed miserably, his reputation would take a beating. Two days before the vote was to be held his date for the prom dropped him like a hot potato. He panicked big time, but the militant females in the school had already gotten to the other girls. He tried anybody, and everybody, trying to secure another date for the prom. Absolutely no interest from anyone.

Then the principal of the school stepped into the fracas, changing how all of this was set-up. The guys could offer a bid, but the girl would chose who she would go with. Since the bids were for the school’s benefit, she allowed them all to be collected for school use, but the female would have the right to choose her own date. In other words, if the guys entered a bid, their bid would be collected, but no guarantee of a date; it was up to the female who she would choose. A few more girls entered their names, but that turned out to be only three more after the dust settled.

Still no one had ever seen Hope in person, the talk about who she really was occupied everybody’s conversation, both males and females. I knew my brother was worried, his appearance at the prom without a date would seriously mess with his reputation. He even went as far as borrowing some more money from our parents so that he could increase his bid for Hope, his last ditch effort to save face. Mom was dead set against it, she disliked his idea from the start, but didn’t say much because Dad stepped in and tried to sooth things out. The jury is still out on that verdict. I don’t think Dad will escape unscathed either. From the look on Mom’s face, I am quite sure of it.

I had just finished my last class for the day, heading for the bus to get home. I was intercepted by a group of girls and steered into one of the classrooms. There were five of them in total, Jamie being the most outspoken, and apparently the ring leader in this encounter. I was helped into one of the chairs we used for class, and Amy set on my lap to insure I didn’t get away. I rolled my eyes back into my head, dreading the words that would escape from Jamie’s mouth.

“We need your help, as you have seen this idea of your brothers has upset quite a few people. We are not possessions to be bought and sold, no matter what the end result is for. We have come up with a plan and now need the assistance of Hope to complete this exercise.” She was looking me square in the eye, seeing if I had made any connections yet.

I told you I was not that smart, my mind was working on it, but no revelations. Then like a bolt of lightning had hit me, I knew who Hope looked like, me. I struggled to get up, wanting to have nothing to do with any of this. Now I knew why Jamie was on my lap, her being one of the bigger girls, she easily kept me seated at the desk.

“We used one of your pictures and photo shopped it to create Hope. It is our idea to make your brother pay dearly for his poor choice of words and lack of good sense. There will be talk among the guys on what they will be bidding for, the chance to escort Hope to the prom. That should make Tom increase his bid to save face. It is our intention to get every last dime he has in retribution for his callous attitude towards females. He has already been told that no other female will go with him no matter what his bid. Everyone not involved in this fiasco has already turned him down for the prom. His last chance is Hope. We all have kidded him about his inability to get a date, such a poor excuse of a male, a supposed leader in our school and football, now a nobody without a date.

“Our idea is to have you be Hope, dressed to the nines to be his date. A little uncertainty on your part as to whom you will go with, but finally agreeing to be his date. Then after the prom is winding down, you unveil yourself and our mission is accomplished. The total destruction of his sexist personality. The only date he could obtain was his brother dressed as a girl! From now through college he will be labeled for who he truly is, not this fantastic student and sports star.

“We have avoided you to keep him off the track; we think his stupid ideas and attitude, has also ruined your social life. We have talked with your Mom, she likes the idea and will answer any questions you might have. The girls have all joined together and bought you a total transformation at the Salon, a gorgeous prom dress and all associated lingerie, makeup and shoes. Please do this for us, we will be with you every step of the way, to hold your hands and help you fit in. Afterwards, we will see that you get ample rewards for your effort, for doing something no other male would likely do for his friends.

“It is also our part of our plan, to have you attend school for one day as Hope, to whet his appetite. Everybody in the school other than your brother knows about this and will ensure you have a pleasant day. Even the teachers are in on this, including the principal. Then the day of the prom, a pampering at the salon all day, then he will pick you up at the salon. Please do this for us, you are aware of his attitude, he needs to have a little of it knocked out of him. Pleaseeeeeeeeeee.”

I was quiet for a few minutes, Jamie is asking a lot of me. I debated stepping aside, me dressed as a female not the easiest pill to swallow. Finally, my desire to embarrass him won out and I agreed to help them. The girls delivered me home soon thereafter, even coming in with me to talk to my Mom. My brother Tom was at football practice still, so it was just the girls, Mom and me. Mom made sure I understood what would be involved, this was not going to be some put on a dress and show up. I would be totally converted to the female sex; on the outside, I would be 100 % female. The gown they had in mind showed lots of cleavage and was strapless, so creation of that cleavage would be necessary part of my transformation.

Tomorrow after school I would be converted to the female sex for my day at school, then the day of the prom a more detailed conversion and dressed in my prom attire. I would stay at Jamie’s tomorrow night to keep Tom from seeing me, then ride with her to school. Tom, picking me up at the salon, would insure him not connecting me with Hope. As an excuse for my male absence, he will be told that I will be staying at my aunt’s house for a couple of days.

The girls left, Mom and me still talking about what was to happen. “Just go with the flow, you will get to feel what it is like to be a female that might come in handy one day you never know. She had contacted the salon giving them her permission for the changes. I still had to sign for the treatments when I got there, after it all had been explained to me. In bed that night I couldn’t get comfortable. I laid there wide awake, trying to figure out why I had gave in so easily. The fact that I had a crush on Jamie since forever, might have had something to do with my acceptance. I was surprised that Mom had agreed to me joining the other side, in the past, she had discouraged me from dressing as any kind of female around Halloween. So why now the sudden turnaround? Lots of questions, unfortunately no answers.

The next day at school, it just dragged along, but finally the bell for the last period rang and I was escorted off the school grounds, and down to the salon by Jamie and her group. Greeted cordially by a member of the salon staff, then taken to a room at the back of the salon. Two ladies explained all of the things that had been decided on for me, making sure I understood what was involved and how long the changes would last. The breasts and hair were the longest lasting items, three weeks before they could be reduced to a more masculine size and style. I listened with interest, but not as much as I should have. I signed the permission slips and they started on me. Today just some changes to my eyebrows, ear piercing and glued on breast forms. Of course, a feminine hairstyle, and clothes suitable for a high school sophomore. Makeup was to be included, Jamie to help me in the morning before school at her house.

Four hours later I emerged from the salon, even I didn’t recognize the female that walked to Jamie’s car. Nothing like my former self, the hair alone changing my appearance significantly. Dressed in a skirt and blouse, stockings and heels, my image said all girl. A quick trip to the mall for some exposure for the new me, although I just wanted to get somewhere to a bed and lie down. Walking was awkward in the heels, but they made me walk around our mall for an hour taking in all the feminine delights in the store windows before we made it the rest of the way to her home. It was only nine P.M. but I was beat. The stress of the day and the salon had taken its toll on me, maybe not physically tired but totally mentally drained.

I was given a nightie to wear to bed, using the guest bedroom in her house. I was disappointed that I didn’t get to share her bed, but knew that her Mother would frown on that probably. I awoke to a warm body behind me, her arms wrapped around my body pulling me tight to her. That is where her Mother found us the next morning, although nothing was said to me, at least. I got dressed in my new girly school clothes, had a glass of juice and we were off. Jamie did my limited makeup and made sure my hair was adequate. Surprisingly, a brush eased the style back into place.

I didn’t get a chance to see my image in a mirror, not familiar where her mirrors were located in her house. From the looks I was getting at school, I must have looked pretty good. Most of the guys greeted me with open mouths, lust filled eyes and on occasion some drool dripping from their mouth or a low grunt.

Other than that, the day at school was not that bad; everybody treated me as a female getting doors for me, or helping me with a chair. The girls kept me in their conversations, or give me a wink when I was being appraised by another young male. The encounters with Tom were the most rewarding for me. He tried to engage me in conversation several times, I just ignored him, and walked on like he didn’t exist. One of the girls snapped a picture of his face after I walked off, despair and almost in tears was what the picture showed, causing a very good feeling to come over me.

The entering of the bids had been going on all day, the different guys talking about how much they bid for my hand at the prom. I am sure that only made Tom that much more miserable. Finally the last bell rang, and we made our way to the auditorium for the results of the bidding. Then the females involved would have an hour to decide if any bid would be accepted.

The other three females did real well raising over three hundred and fifty dollars for the class funds. The girls had already decided who they would pick, so they told the principal and she made the announcement. Three very happy couples left the auditorium hand in hand. A lot of the other guys who bid on the three coeds left also, leaving only the ones that had placed a bid on me. Still when I counted the number of guys left, I was impressed, thirty one guys had bid on me, raising over a thousand dollars for the class fund. I was given the list and I walked off stage to make my decision. We had decided to take the whole hour to make the decision adding some drama to the event.

It was a foregone conclusion that I would choose Tom if he placed the winning bid. That was almost a certainty, the situation he had been placed in, forcing a winning bid. When I looked at the list again and saw what he bid, a smile came to my face. Of that thousand total, his bid was almost half of it. It was left up to me on how I would inform the group of my decision, I walked back on to the stage approaching the principal. I whispered in her ear my date, and then stood and stared at my admirers. I decided then to change what I would do on prom night. Yeah, I wanted to embarrass my brother, but also wanted to make the rest of my admirers somewhat happy.

I gave Tom a hug and a little squeal, a prequel to my unveiling tomorrow. I rushed from the stage, found Jamie and we headed home. The next day my appointment at the salon started at seven A.M., so some sleep tonight might be a good idea. Last night my lying awake trying to come to terms with my feelings had cost me several hours of rest, I hoped for a swifter entrance into dreamland tonight. Jamie complimented me on my behavior at the school meeting, thrilled at my little impromptu reaction to Tom.

I told her I was going to change the plan for tomorrow, I will still get Tom, but I wanted to give the other guys some reward too. She smiled figuring that I would do that anyway, just something that was in my nature. When we got to her house, I received a passionate kiss, leaving me breathless and breathing hard. I was still standing by the car when she stood in her doorway asking if I was coming in, or was I going to spend the evening outside? I hustled inside with my heels clicking along on the sidewalk. Her mother greeted me as I came inside, giving me a stare, but also giggling some at my actions. My smeared lipstick apparently quite comical.

The evening was subdued, not much to talk about, the coming day’s transformation taking up most of my mental capabilities. I did get to bed early, seven A.M. comes way too early for a new inexperienced female. Brushing my hair, getting dressed and something in my stomach took almost an hour; gawd what will it be like when I am fully transformed. Mom came by to carry me to the salon, her wanting a peek at her new daughter. From the look on her face she was not disappointed.

The rest of the day was a blur, stripped quickly of my clothes, my breast forms removed and a cream spread over my entire body. Even junior got covered in the sweet smelling cream. My nails were worked on as the cream did its job, the long extensions on my fingers painted a deep red the end result. It took them about an hour to get the nails to look that good, gluing on the extensions, a base coat, three coats of polish and a topcoat making them glisten as if they were diamonds. The cream got removed, my body hair with it. I didn’t have that much to start with, a peach like fuzz in some areas, a little longer in the genital area. But no matter now, it was all gone. My beard area got the same treatment, since I had yet to start shaving, they told me now I would not have to in the future.

My eyebrows were next, neatened up they called it, extermination in my words. There couldn’t have been more than twenty hairs left on each brow, the arch now very obvious and feminine. Yesterday they had shaped them a little, today they made them over to these ultra-feminine delights. I received another piercing in my ear, apparently one is not adequate for a young female teenager these days. A long chandelier earring in the bottom hole, a diamond stud in the upper hole. The holes were lasered in, no need to worry about the holes closing up later in life.

Then they started on my body. As I was laid on a table, my feet were placed in stirrups jutting out from the end of the table. Spread wide as if making a wish, then a cool spray and all feeling down there is lost. I am not sure why I would need to have junior hid, I wasn’t planning on taking off my dress, either before or after, the prom. I know a lot of virginity is lost on prom night, but since I was not really a female I definitely had no plans in that regard. Then, as my date is with my brother, Ewwwwww!

One look afterward, and sex might be possible, the perfect slit with two puffy lips surrounding the Promised Land. It sure looked inviting, gawd I am in need of serious therapy even thinking about it. Then my tech had the nerve to tell me that I could have intercourse, just not the well hung studs. I have seen Tom naked and he is anything but well hung, but still I might have to vomit on that thought.

The attention now moved to my chest, where two plastic cups resembling a breast are glued to my chest. Hoses are attached to the cups and a pump is turned on. The sudden suction catches some loose flab pulling it into the cup, the first step toward breasts. I sure hope the size of the cups is not indicative of the finished product. If so my dress may have trouble holding all of the new me inside the confines of the bodice.

To keep my mind off the expansion on my chest, my hair is shampooed and conditioned, then cut into a feminine style. According to Sally, my hairdresser for the day, a layered cut, blended to frame my face and drape over my bare shoulders in the dress. A multitude of curlers were added, then warm heat from a dryer started flowing over my head. At that point I drifted off to slumber land, the warm air and the pulsating suction of the pump, making breasts, slipping me into a restful sleep. An hour later, the dryer was turned off, the curlers were left in till the breast pump had done its job. Two hours more and the pulses stopped, signaling a full cup and my status as a female, a vagina and two perky C cup breasts now proclaiming to the world that this body is 100% female.

They applied a little heat to the cups filled with my breast material, the cups softening and almost fading away. If touched they were still there, but most would think they had touched a real breast. They jiggled as my body moved, much like real breasts might move. Since they looked like a breast, are shaped like one, and were actually my own tissue, I can safely say they are my breasts. Quite likely a long term resident on my chest. I need to think about that later, since makeup was being applied to my face and my curlers were being removed, my mind had all it could handle at this moment. The image before me was even more beautiful that the social media pictures that were showed around.

I was taken to another room and helped to get dressed. I shuddered often as one of the beautiful lingerie pieces were pulled on to my body. Of course, a matched set, all done in black lace. The corset was so beautiful, but once on it gripped my body like it was a vise. The laces as they were tightened shrunk my waist to ridiculous proportions, while accenting my hips and breasts. A gorgeous pair of silk stockings were slipped up my legs, causing all kinds of pleasant sensations to flood my overworked and stressed mind. The tightness of the stockings as they were attached to the corset, just made things worse. The panties maybe the most disturbing of the items, as they caressed my now flat front so tightly.

Then I got a look at my dress. First impressions was where is the rest of it. It indeed was strapless, fitting my new enhanced breasts so tightly. From there it sloped down my torso to mid-thigh, not a wrinkle to be seen as it conformed to my body. In fact, to get the zipper closed on this dream dress, the corset had to be tightened again. I still could breathe, but getting a full breath was impossible. Only short breaths now possible. Said dress did cover my stocking tops, but any movement of my legs exposed some of the lace tops.

Then my feet were slipped into my heels to be worn with the dress. Black patent leather with a five inch stiletto heel. One thin strap to help hold them on my feet and an open toe to show my red polished toes peeking through my stockings. Standing in the heels required some adjustments in my posture, as all of my weight was now on the balls of my feet. I tried a few steps trying to figure how to maneuver in the shoes. I am sure I will be hanging on to any male dance partners since even walking in the shoes took my complete undivided attention.

Pictures of me were taken, presumably for my Mother or other interested parties. First to arrive was Jamie, her squeal as she saw me in the lobby sure to be heard for hundreds of miles. After the prom, she would see to my transportation to her home and my deflowering. I gave her a look, but she ignored it, I guess I do have something to look forward to.

My heels were already making my feet miserable, so I sat on the edge of one of the chairs in the lobby. That is where Tom saw me when he entered. Immediately his mouth was open, his tongue trying to keep any drool from leaking out. I have seen him with a lot of dates, this however seemed to be different, maybe because he was so desperate. He took my hand and we left the salon. Outside he had his car, I knew it would not be a limo, since he had spent so much on the bid, there was no money left for anything else.

Straight to the prom, no side trips, no dinner for his prom date tonight. With the condition of my stomach at the moment that was probably a good idea. When we got to the venue he parked the car and leaned towards me. I put my hand on his chest to keep him a safe distance from me. I decided that he needed to hear the truth, I had something in mind that would insure his compliance and sufficiently deflate his big head.

“Tom you need to know something before we head in. The time for your reckoning is now soon to be realized. Your idiotic idea has backfired on you, too many females have been pissed off and now you have to pay a penance. Now we can do this the easy way or I can make your life hell swiftly and completely. I need you to go to every female at the prom, apologize for your stupid idea, and ask for a dance. Treat each female as a treasure, to be valued and cared for. After the dance ask for a cheek kiss, proof that you have done as I asked. If you get every female to kiss you I will not reveal who I am in front of everyone. We will start with me when we get to the dance floor, a sincere apology, a caring dance and I will kiss you on the cheek. Then on to the next girl.”

“To prove my ability to disgrace you, who knows that you wear boxers to bed every night, Looney Tunes boxers I might add.” I could see the realization sweep over his face, he mouthed ‘Harry’ and I nodded. “Now do as I say and things will be rough but you will live through it, rock the boat and it will be the worst night of your life.”

He apparently got the hint, took my hand and we entered the prom. Past the chaperones at the front and straight to the dance floor. He looked me straight in the eye, apologizing for suggesting that a female would allow herself to be bought, just to be able to attend a prom. He held out his hands to dance and I stepped into his embrace. He held me properly and once the music started we had an enjoyable dance. He asked me to kiss him, and was startled as I kissed him firmly on the lips. No leaning away, no tongue, but it was a nice sweet kiss.

He moved off to the next female, who just happened to be Jamie. I signaled to her to just go along, I think as he would have to do this to every female his lesson would be learned. I watched to make sure he did as I asked, it became apparent he did understand my threat fully. Jamie danced with him and also kissed him on the lips, his lips now sporting more lipstick than most of the girls. After she moved away he moved his hand up to wipe his lips, I shook my head no, he had been waiting to see what my reaction would be. He lowered his hand and made his way to the next female. Word had started to be spread about what he had to do, a few giggles popping up every so often.

The female would smile as he approached, knowing that he was being humiliated in what he had to do. They did get a dance with the biggest jock in school though, whatever that is worth. Once I saw he was doing as I asked, I found one of my suitors and asked him to dance. I held them close, laying my head on their shoulders as we danced to the music. The whole time there was not a fast tune played. All slow romantic numbers where you could hold your partner close and affectionately. Half way through the prom, I had found everybody that had entered a bid on me, a least they got something for their money.

I was watching Tom from afar, he managed to dance with most everybody, a few girls turned him down after the apology, but not many. He wandered over towards me, asked if he could have the next dance. I had to smile his lips were redder than mine, and oh so delectable looking. I relented and put my arms around him. He pulled me tighter, allowing my head to lay on his shoulder. He whispered to me a thank you for being so nice to him, he knew he didn’t deserve it for how he had treated me over the years. He has learned his lesson, Hope had performed her job well, but with compassion and caring.

As he left the prom, he was a much wiser person, having learned a valuable lesson today. I am sure he will handle himself differently in the future in all his relations with people, both males and especially females. Before he left, he told me he was going to take a walk and reflect on this evening, I started to wipe off his lipstick from his mouth, but he refused, a reminder of pleasant things to come was his exact words.

Jamie caught me wrapping her arms tightly around me. The next song played, she held me tightly as we danced to the music. With Tom, I could feel his penis, but with Jamie it was her nipples. They were hard as a rock, trying to poke their way through her gown. Of course, mine were not much better, the fabric of my bodice softly rubbing over the nipples as I moved making it only worse. Our breasts were smashed up against each other’s. A delicious feeling I might add.

That night was quite memorable, an evening never to be forgotten. Harry never did show up, it was just Jamie and Hope. When we first arrived at her house, her Mom helped us both get out of our gowns, while Jamie was in the bathroom her Mom hugged me. Thank you for caring for Jamie and treating her so well. Both of you have my blessing to share your love tonight any way you want to express it. Maybe if I am lucky, you might become a member of our family soon, I for one would welcome you. I am sure Jamie will approach that subject later. I got a kiss on the forehead and she left closing the door behind her.

Jamie came out, walking swiftly towards me, a few minutes later I was without any form of clothing. I was escorted to the bathroom and set on the toilet. Have you ever tried to pee with someone tapping their toe on the floor in front of you? I did manage to get the job done then was whisked back to the bed. A huge nightie that totally enveloped me was slid over my head. As I was trying to straighten it out I was pushed back on to the bed as she followed me, ending up on top of me her legs on either side of my body. She grabbed my hands and raised them above my head and held there as her mouth headed to my nipples. The nightie just barely covering the nipples, her lips quickly pushing the nightie away so she could get my nipple in her mouth. I took in a huge breath as she started sucking on it, her tongue caressing the nipple keeping it hard and erect. This went on for hours, I never did manage anything other than some kisses to her face. Wonderful erotic kisses that left both us panting.

Believe me I am not complaining, it was pure heaven. Sometime in the early morning we both collapsed, our energy total drained. Junior remained under the vagina, but I swore she would wear out my covering as she rubbed hers all over mine, grinding down to be sure I could feel it. Boy I could feel it, no doubt as to what she was doing. I guess you could say that Hope lost her virginity that night, more than once. The next morning we both woke to a smiling face, a smile that never left our faces the entire day.

It was decided that Hope was to be the person to complete high school, the rest of the sophomore year spent getting me a wardrobe and necessary female accessories to make Hope real. Our Mom’s also decided that both Jamie and I would attend the girls’ school next year, a much better place for two females in a loving relationship. Both Jamie and I did date some males, but it was only for one date, with no expectations for anything more to come.

Jamie took real good care of me, seeing that I was attended to as needed, her smile and glow after seeing to my care more than enough to make me happy. We did attend our proms in both our junior and senior years, but chose not to have specific dates, just attended as two females, dancing the night away in the arms of whoever wanted to dance with us.

We graduated high school with honors, with me making straight A’s my senior year. We both got scholarships for college, Jamie deciding to become a nurse. I declined the scholarship, instead deciding to become a cosmetologist at the local vocational school. Jamie is now a pediatric nurse, at one of the local hospitals and is quite happy. Jamie is trying to get pregnant, so some time as a mother is likely in my future. Working with all the young kids, just makes her want one herself even more.

I graduated beauty school with honors, and two years later now own a beauty salon of my own. My salon is part of a national chain, the same as what first transformed me to the female gender. I have made a lot of males happy, just like me they just needed to see what their life as a female would be like, then join the ranks. It is so rewarding watching as they discover their feminine side, then see them reach out to make their vision become real.

Well I need to get home, dinner needs to be prepared and then I need to freshen up, since I have a lot to do tonight to keep Jamie happy and contended. I emerged from the bedroom later, a cute baby doll nightie, thong panties and five inch heels. Of course, fresh lipstick and my hair piled on top of my head to make access to my neck and breasts easier for my love. Yeah it is hard life, but oh so much fun. Now when we have our baby, things will likely get even more exciting.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Marla: Suggestive Female Thoughts

 Marla: Suggestive Female Thoughts

Julie was ecstatic when she got home from classes. Her psychology professor had accepted her proposal for her PhD dissertation paper. Now all Sis had to do was research it and then write the probably three hundred page plus paper, then face a panel of professors to quiz her about it and her research. Sis had just two months ago got her Master’s degree, a proud moment for her and the family.

I was her older brother, separated in age by three years. Our family was not the richest, only able to send one of us through the college system at a time. Julie had worked while I was in college, both for funding her time in college and if I needed any more financial help. Her income came in handy many times, when Mom and Dad weren’t able to keep up with the spiraling costs of higher education. After getting my bachelor’s degree I decided that was enough higher education for me. Now it was my tune to find a job and help her get her college degrees.

It turns out she was much smarter than me, graduating in just two and a half years with her bachelor’s degree. Nine months later she turned in her Master’s thesis and it was accepted immediately. Her professor almost demanded that she get her PhD, since they thought so much of her. I was jealous in a way, where I had to struggle to get my degree, she blows it away in less than seven semesters.

It turns out even with her spending less time in getting her degrees it was all our parents and I could do to cover her expenses. The last semester she worked a part-time job also to help make ends meet. During our college years we both lived at home, even resorted to taking our lunches most of the time to keep expenses reasonable. Our parents insisted that we do everything in our power to get our degrees, so that we would not have to face what they did. Dad never made it above a manufacturing job, Mom a secretary for an insurance agent in town.

The job I had found was alright, but a relatively smart high school graduate could have performed the duties just as well as me. I did progress some, but just like most jobs these days I hit the glass ceiling where any further advancement was impossible. This was about the time of EEOC and companies were looking for minorities or females to meet their quotas. Because if this I constantly was on the lookout for something better, fearing I would be replaced by a female or minority. But any job whether better or the same as I had now never materialized.

Mom and Dad were proud of Julie, in fact they were proud of both of us. But they could tell she was a step above of most people, her accomplishments so far pointing that out. Thankfully the financial drain was winding down some, for her getting her PhD there was not the expense involved as in other years. All involved were very grateful.

Julie talked about her dissertation subject, it pretty much went over our parents heads, I understood some of it, but couldn’t see what she had picked as even being possible. That night we set in her room discussing the subject and her take on it. She has always leaned more toward the behavioral aspect of Psychology, than other approaches. She was certain she could take any individual and through suggestions and recurring reinforcement change them in most any way she desired.

For her Master’s thesis she did that with some lab rats, quite successfully using various foods as rewards when they did as she wanted. In her PhD paper she wanted to see if she could use visual suggestions and rewards to get the same effect. I thought she was heading down the wrong path and I told her so. She told me to think about it, maybe do a little research myself on the subject and tomorrow after she came home from school we could talk some more. I just blew her off, none of her hocus pocus could possibly work, just her wild idea that she was trying to push on others. I forgot about it, watched some TV then headed to bed.

Another horrible day at work, the feds coming in to do some spot checking on employees and get a gender count, something they have done twice recently. The employees think the company is manipulating the figures some to stay out of trouble, and the feds are on to them. I know I was moved twice during the day, to another department, not sure for the reason but I knew I had very little choice in the matter. At the end of the day, I had accomplished very little, now even further behind in my work, whatever that entailed now.

When I got home Julie wanted me to come to her room, she had something she wanted to show me. She closed the door as I entered, turned on some soft music and had me get comfortable in one of her chairs. This particular chair is very comfortable, Julie usually the one to hog it when we were in her room together.

She offered me some blueberries mixed with assorted nuts in a bowl. I took a handful to snack on as she wanted to do a little experiment with me. I was handed a pad and a pen. On the top was a phrase that she had already written across the top of the page. I was to take my time and rewrite that phrase until the page was full, then sign my name on the bottom. I gave her a funny look, are you sure you are still sane, luckily I just thought it and did not vocalize it. But I performed as she wished, it was a simple request. Exactly twenty-six times I wrote the phrase; long blonde hair is quite appealing. That was all the lines available to write on, my signature soon followed.

She placed the sheet in a folder and then we talked some more. The snack she had furnished tasted good, before long I had eaten the whole bowl of blueberries and nuts. The conversation continued, her mentioning about some females that were in the news, even about our local weather girl, who had just signed a big contract to be on a network program. She was a blonde, I always fantasied about her when I watched the late night news and weather. I was showing signs of fatigue, the yawns and me almost falling asleep, telltale signs. The mess at work had taken its toll on me, adding to my weary and tired feeling. I gave her a hug and headed off to bed.

I thought about what she had me do, to me it was a waste of time, me writing something is not going to make me believe it. Sleep soon consumed me, I was up early, planning on getting to work a little early to get caught up some on my duties. I did think about what I wrote last night several times, it just seemed to be there in my mind, but not front and center. Three times I got an email from her, all pictures of attractive females with long blonde hair. I looked at them carefully, but then got back to work. Later after lunch the EEOC returned this time with lawyers and injunctions. More than a few of our supervisors were removed from the building, new people were put in their place and we tried to resume normal operations. Well it was a thought, but chaos resulted, the new people in charge decided to shorten work days and sent everyone home two hours earlier. I had no idea what the reasoning was, I was already nearly a week behind in my work, now this.

I always took a bus to and from work, so I made my way to the stop and boarded. Part way home I decided to visit the mall before heading home. I needed to think about my future, it was not looking bright at the moment, and the likelihood of it getting better was very dismal. I walked around the mall some, even the small satellite center behind the mall. I ran into a beauty salon midway in the center. I suddenly felt an attraction to go there, no reason specifically, just a feeling that they could help. I had to wait in line, several people ahead of me. As I was waiting one of the customers that had some work done came up to check out and pay.

She looked very nice, but when she spoke her voice was similar to mine in tone. I watched as she paid, her clothes and hairstyle looked feminine, although her voice might be otherwise. She left as one of the technicians came up to me wanting to know how she could help. I pointed to the departing customer, and told her hair like that. I was taken by the hand and led back to the back, already my mind was trying to figure out why I had said that. I was male and didn’t want a head of feminine hair, especially that blonde color. The technician explained what she could do for me along the lines I had mentioned. She stood there waiting for an answer from me.

I simply replied long blonde hair, that sounded familiar to me but I could not connect where and when. Since I said no more, she gave me a possibility and I agreed. She would dye my hair a medium blonde, then trim it into a nice style that would be easy to upkeep. For some reason that sounded good, and I missed what that might entail regarding my looks. I laid back in the chair as my hair was washed and conditioned, then the dye was applied. A few thoughts were crisscrossing in my mind, one of the most prominent was long blonde hair is appealing. I wonder where I remembered that from.

Two hours later and a stint under the dryer to dry my curls, she finished my style and applied some hair spray. She turned me to face the mirror and I smiled, a face very similar to the local female broadcaster smiled back, so appealing. I paid up front and resumed my trip home. As I entered the house my Mother was the first to see me, quickly holding her hands over her mouth and running off to get sis. I presume she likes my new look and wants sis to see it to.

When Sis emerged a few minutes later, she was all smiles. She complimented me on my hair, the color and the curls. Mom just stood back and watched what was going on. We all helped finish dinner and I washed and cleared the dishes afterwards. I had a lot of thinking to do so I made my way to my room. I slipped my shoes off, undid my belt and got comfortable. I laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling as if the answers to my problems are written there.

Sis and I did talk some that night, mainly about my job and what was happening there. I gave up and went to bed after the third yawn in less than ten minutes. I brushed my hair a little pinning it in a curly bun like the stylist at the salon had instructed. Then slipped on a t-shirt and climbed under the covers.

The morning came all too soon, I did get a shower in being careful to keep my new hairstyle dry. When I got back to the bedroom some clothes were laid out on my bed. A pants blouse combo similar to what the news anchor wore on TV. Also some underwear to go with the outfit. I hesitated at the underwear, but after trying my boxers with the pants, I removed the pants and the boxers and slipped on the underwear. I did the same with the blouse, not realizing it was a blouse and cut differently to fit better with a female’s breasts. Blouse back off and I struggled to get the bra on, the clasp at the back quite a problem for me. When I slipped the blouse back on it looked and fit a lot better.

I played with my hair like the stylist showed me yesterday, getting it somewhat like it was when I left the salon yesterday. I picked up my keys and wallet looking for a pocket to put them in. Since the pants had none, I saw a small purse on the bed, that matched my clothing, so I put my items in it and headed for the kitchen. Again an astonished look from Mom, a smirk from Sis and with a piece of toast in my hand I hurried out the door to catch my bus. I was still a block away when I saw the bus pull up. I hurried, the shoes I had slipped on that morning a little harder to walk in. To my amazement the bus driver waited for me, I thanked him profusely, while he muttered anything for a pretty lady.

When I got to work, the EEOC were already there, interviewing every employee, my time with them coming up. When my new supervisor introduced me to the group I was referred to as Marla. The name sounded pleasant, much better than my previous name of Mark. I was asked a lot of questions, but only had answers for a few that were asked me. Quite often I lost focus on what was being asked, playing with my hair and thinking of my next time at the salon more important at the time. I just sighed, what did they expect I was a natural blonde.

They finished with my interview and by lunch they were gone. The employee that had introduced me as Marla thanked me profusely for me showing up female. They still were in trouble but my apparent female presence helped to lessen the overall impact of their actions against the company. I was told my personnel records had been changed to reflect my gender change and that I was now a female employee of the company. To reward me for my action I am being promoted to a supervisory position effective tomorrow morning. I was thrilled at the promotion but something deep in my memory still bothered me. I did manage to catch up some on my work, and left the office for the ride home with a small smile on my face. The ride home seemed quicker than usual then I walked the block to our house.

Sis met me at the door wanting to know how things went today. I told her about my promotion and that they finally recognized my worth as a female employee of the company. She swallowed hard, then led me to her room. She sat me down and explained what all she done to me to cause the changes in my mind. She played a video of out first meeting with me writing out the phrase and her numerous mentions of females with blonde hair. The she showed me the emails she had sent me, to finish setting the idea in my head. She had nothing to do with me going into the salon, but she was sure I was acting on her suggestions that she had implanted in my mind. She explained about the blueberries and nuts, how they help imprint things spoken or written on the mind when eaten during the suggestions. She had detailed all of this so she could use it for her Phd dissertation.

She was sorry for trying her experiment on me without my full knowledge, but wanted to see if her ideas might work in the real world. She told me that since things have changed at my work I might have to stay in the role for quite some time. The federal government does not take lightly to being lied to, and since I had been interviewed as a female employee known as Marla if I changed now I would essentially be caught in a lie to them.

I had no idea of what to do, this was all so foreign to me, even though she showed me proof of it happening, I was still dubious of the fact. Total realization never did come to me, I continued on with work now a supervisor with employees to watch over. My salon time was important to me, Friday afternoons after work set aside for me. I stayed a blonde, not sure why but any suggestion of me changing my hair color quickly dismissed.

The situation at work did stabilize, I have been promoted twice now, now head of this division. Sis does keep an eye on me, always interested in what I am doing and how things are at work. I do have an inordinate desire for blueberries and nuts, eating them whenever I can get my hands on them.

Sis did get her PhD, although I was never shown her dissertation paper. I guess she gave up on her crazy theory, finally realizing there was no chance of it working. To this day I have never got the phrase long blonde hair is quite appealing out of my mind, not sure quite why.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Kiki: A Reluctant Sissy

 Kiki: A Reluctant Sissy

My girlfriend and I had been out clubbing, visiting the same clubs we normally haunt but things were quiet tonight, nothing much happening anywhere we went. Then Melissa saw a marquee across the street from the last club we had just exited from that caught her attention.

It was advertising a sissy contest. Cash prizes and merchandise for the top five contestants. Melissa quickly looked my way and smiled, a mischievous smirk appearing on her gorgeous face. I applied my brakes immediately, I knew what the meaning of the word sissy was, figuring that my male gender would put me at risk of becoming one of the sissy contestants. Definitely not a type of contest I would ever see myself participating in.

Well that worked for all of ten seconds as Melissa moved behind me and pushed me toward the club. When I tried to turn towards her, she was able to take advantage of me and soon I felt myself being propelled in the door of the club. The bouncer at her destination just smiling at me as she held the door open for us. Melissa making sure I was safely inside the club before she eased up.

The hostess greeted us and showed Melissa towards a table right near the stage. I quickly followed not wanting to be left alone in this place. The hostess eyed me up as she pulled out my chair and handed Melissa an entry form for the sissy contest while I was trying to see what was going on around us. My eyes as big as saucers at a few of the sissies lined up to make their way on to the stage. Once I focused on the table I saw what Melissa was doing. I never heard Melissa ask for the entry form, so I presume the hostess saw a possible entrant in their contest and took the initiative.

Melissa was reading the rules for entering me in the contest, that smirk ever evident. I tried to mutter no over and over, but as far as Melissa was concerned she was not hearing anything I said. I let out a huge sigh as she reached into her purse to retrieve a pen so she could fill out the entry form. I tried to reach over and snatch the pen from her, while our waitress was taking our drink orders. The waitress’s hands playing with my longish hair, curling strands of it around her finger. My one hand went to my hair, trying to keep the waitress from playing with it. The distraction was enough, allowing Melissa to finish filling out the entry form and replace the pen in her purse.

The waitress, hands still in my hair, made the remark that I was sure to be one of the finalists, she is so cute. Melissa squealing in delight as the two discussed my entry into the contest. I did get a free drink, some fruity concoction with no alcohol, since sissy entrants were not allowed anything alcoholic to drink. I was never asked what I wanted, Melissa’s choice of drink and my free sissy drink delivered to our table by another waitress. My drink was placed in front of me, and I gulped it down, hoping for anything to help make some or all of this go away. I almost choked on the drink, but did manage to get it all down eventually. The drink did not help, the situation hadn’t changed, but at least my dry parched throat was quenched a little.

Since Melissa had finished the entry form, the waitress took it over to the bar, after snapping a picture of me with her phone. She conferred with someone at the bar and then returned a few minutes later with an entry number stamped on a copy of the form, the name Kiki assigned to me for the contest. My schedule for each night of the judging was handed to Melissa, two nights of being a sissy in front of everyone as they picked the best sissy of the many entrants.

I tried to plead with her, all of this just too much. I thought about my job, if I get transformed to look like a sissy how am I going to be able to go to work. Melissa saw my concern when I mentioned work, telling me that she will speak to my boss, about my desire to win the sissy contest. She is sure Natalie will give me the time off, even come to root for me, as I proceed through the contest.

Just like that I was an official entrant, even though I wanted nothing to do with any of this. Tonight was just a warm up, the first round of judging would start tomorrow. I even got a smock to wear home, proclaiming me as an official entrant in the Ultimate Sissy Competition. The smock to be slipped over my clothing, the hem ending mid thigh. Somebody had used a marker to scribble the name Kiki on the bodice of the smock. Of course, Melissa immediately helped me into the smock, doing up the buttons at the back of the smock. I imagined I looked a sight, a male wearing a smock, in a vibrant pink color. As I looked down at the smock on my body, it looked like I was wearing a short dress, my pants showing out from under the smock the only incongruity. Of course, Melissa saw that foo pah, approaching me and unbuttoning my jeans. A hot passionate kiss kept me distracted for a few moments, as they slid down my legs. The waitress assisted Melissa in removing the jeans from my body, while I tried to hang on to them. I never did see them again that night, Melissa just smirking when I asked about them.

The waitress handed her a business card, the salon on the card is doing the makeovers for the sissy contest, and Melissa needed to call and make me an appointment. Of course, Melissa had her phone out immediately and soon I found out I had an appointment at nine the next morning for my transformation into a sissy. The fact that the appointment had been made at ten-thirty in the evening spoke volumes about the place.

I closed my eyes, as the reality of the situation started to make itself known. Soon to be a sissy and strutting on the stage in front of hundreds wearing no telling what. Already dressed in a smock, my bare legs on show to everyone. Why did we have to go clubbing tonight, the start of a most disastrous time for me.

Once some of the other sissies found out I was entered in the contest, they all came by to wish me luck, and give me a good luck kiss to start me off right. Melissa was snapping pictures right and left with her phone, the ones I managed to peek at showed me with lipstick smeared on my lips and a bewildered look. I would have laughed at the image, but this was not funny anymore, my whole life turned on end in less than an hour. I kept looking at the other sissies, imagining myself dressed like they were and acting so girly.

Melissa finally dragged me from the club a little after eleven-thirty, wanting me well rested for my appointment in the morning at the salon. I begged for her to relent, I didn’t want to be a sissy and definitely not entered in some sissy contest. Of course, she ignored me as she planned what I could wear to the salon appointment. Finally she had enough of my whining, as she flatly told me if I didn’t want to be in the contest why did I let her fill out the entry form. I looked at her in disbelief, I had tried to stop her, the whole situation now so utterly ridiculous.

Once home she went to our bedroom rummaging around for some clothes for me for tomorrow. In the meantime I was told to strip, then handed a pair of panties and a nightie to wear to bed tonight. I stomped my foot in frustration, but soon found myself attired in the frilly lingerie anyway. She did hold me tight once we were both in bed, I think that was only so that I could not make an escape.

Morning came way too early, the little bit of sleep that I managed made all of his even worse. Melissa came waltzing into the bedroom her phone in her hand. She had called my work and told Natalie that I just had to enter a sissy contest, so I will be off work for a few days. She made it sound like I wanted to practice my makeup and hair styling, since I was determined to win the contest. Natalie wanted me to come in one day, so that my fellow co-workers could see the new sissy me. She promised to be at the club every night rooting for me, and taking videos to show the rest of the employees.

“Since Kiki is so determined to win, I will find her a position where she can work dressed as a sissy for a couple of hours each day, the least I can do for her. That way she can still dress and live the sissy life for awhile more. Of course she will get paid, allowing her some money for more sissy dresses”

I was listening to all of this, tears starting to cascade down my cheek. I wanted none of this, but it seems the more I protest the deeper I get involved in this crazy scenario. Now everybody wanting to get in on the act somehow.

I knew I need to stand up to Melissa and refuse to take this any further, but in our three years of being a couple I had never succeeded in doing so with her, so I sighed knowing my involvement in the sissy contest will not change.

I have loved her from the first day she noticed me, doing everything in my power to please her. As she dressed me for my appointment, I hung my head down, the clothes she is putting on me so feminine and dainty. I know I was blushing, my face and body feeling hot. I was a little unsure of myself, a faint feeling appearing from time to time. She did get me to her car, dressed in one of her blouses, with a bra and panties as lingerie. The culottes she had me wear are feminine, even though they had two separate leg openings. Cut full the material laid around my legs as if I was wearing a skirt, a very full skirt that swayed around my legs as I walked. I was given a pair of her flats to wear, a light tan in color with a bow on the vamp of the shoe. A brief look in the mirror and I could see not one ounce of any masculinity visible.

Out of our apartment, dressed as I was, I literally gave up. All of my efforts so far getting me absolutely no where. I would try to make the best of this, and hope I would have a part of my male life to return to after the contest. I did like being held last night, Melissa holding me so tight, several times I reached over to kiss her, her response simply breathtaking, I have never experienced kisses so erotic and sensual during our married life.

She pulled up in front of the salon, getting out to get my door for me. I was helped out of the car and led inside. At the reception desk she told them my name and signed some forms that she was handed. I was never consulted, Melissa signing for me. A lady from the back of the salon came forward, took my hand and led me away. Taken back to a room at the rear of the salon, I was asked to sit on a love seat as she explained what was to happen to me today.

Several times she asked if I was sure I wanted to pursue this sissy adventure, but each time I nodded my head in the affirmative. My one chance to stop this slipping through my fingers. I have no idea why I didn’t stop this run away train then, I guess I was just afraid of what Melissa would say if I did. Not unusual for me, since I have never had any confidence in myself, especially anything concerning Melissa and myself.

I do love Melissa dearly, I just hope that this so called adventure into the sissy life does not change her love for me. I realized right then that it will change things between us though, since I will no longer look like her husband, and probably not act like one. Maybe her love for me will stay the same, at least I sincerely hope so.

I was undressed and my first step toward being a sissy was made. A whitish cream was spread all over my body. Imagine me standing naked in the room, covered in a cream waiting for it to dissolve all of my body hair. After she had wiped off all of the cream on my body, she applied it to my face and eyebrows, leaving it on for a longer period of time. While I was waiting for it to work she mentioned that this one time application would be all that I need, the cream permanently stopping any hair growth in the future.

That thought occupied my thoughts for quite a while, already a major change that will affect me for the rest of my life. Not many males have no body hair, or a beard, or have any eyebrows. Once the last of the cream on my face had been removed I was helped up on a table. My feet were placed in stirrups that came out of the end of the table. A strap was affixed to hold them there, then the stirrups were spread wide leaving me quite exposed. She stepped in between my legs and sprayed something over my male member and the surrounding area. A few minutes later I could feel nothing, but raising my head a little I could see her doing something down there. I laid my head back on the table hard, fearing the worst. The impact on the table sure to give me a headache. But what is happening to my male member the greater concern.

I thought back to the sissies I had seen at the club, their nether regions smooth and flat, like Melissa’s. My mind instantly thought of how I could make love to Melissa if I had nothing down there to do it with. Then I thought of what I would look like after she finished her work picturing a vagina like Melissa’s between my legs. I doubted Melissa would want sex with me now, my appearance now to be more like a young female child.

I tried to close my legs, as I thought of someone sticking something in my soon to be female sex, a terrifying thought indeed. I couldn’t see very well, but what I did see was not very comforting. Flat and smooth, no sign of anything sticking out and now feeling wet and moist down there.

Time for boobs is apparently next, as two quite good sized breasts were glued to my chest, there for the duration as the glue they used guaranteed to hold until the solvent is applied. Right away they jiggled and bounced, the feelings they generated affecting me immediately. A glance down to my chest and I don’t think many will miss the fact that I now have breasts, the basic requirement for a sissy already in place. I used my hands to cup them, trying to minimize any movement, but instead the nipples of the breast form hardened causing even more feelings to somehow be dealt with.

Although the major changes were already completed, they continued working on me for another hour. My lower legs were treated after my feet were encased in a pair of towering heels. Two syringes of liquid were injected into my calves, one in each leg. I was told it would tighten the tendons in each leg, making wearing heels mandatory and less painful.

Lips were plumped up, now each part of a cupid’s bow. Individual lashes were added to my own, making my eyes look so feminine and dainty. Lipstick, eye liner and eye shadow were also applied, being told I did not have to worry about them coming off, since they were semi-permanent.

My hair was next, cut into a feminine style after it was washed and conditioned. Some curls were added with a curling iron, after my hair was dried. Then my hair was put into a ponytail with ribbons weaved in, bangs were cut in, then the sides were curled with the curling iron. My image now so feminine, with the bangs I sported a hairdo like a little girl might wear. I doubt a masculine style could be derived from that hairdo in the future.

Then came the clothes, frilly, silky and obviously for a female of a quite young age. I did get a glimpse of my image along the way, my image not reflecting any masculine features. A huge sigh on my part, my sissy image now firmly established. I kept going over in my mind the permanence of these treatments, fearing my life as a male and husband now gone forever. Husband, what a laugh, more likely a young daughter to Melissa. I just know it will affect our marriage, no doubt it will be the same with all of my changes. How can a husband be thought of in the same way, looking and dressing like a young sissy.

Melissa gathered me up, squealing in delight at my appearance. I was led from the salon, Melissa’s hand firmly holding on to my wrist. The salon had handled the charges, so confidant that I would win the sissy contest, gaining them free advertisement of their services and skill in converting this male into a sissy. Another confirmation of my success as a sissy

Taken home, Melissa seeing to it that I was never more than a foot or two from her at any time. The newness of the towering heels made me dependent on her for support, otherwise I am sure I would find myself on my butt more than once. At home I was taken to our bedroom, then changed into another sissy outfit, one of many now hanging in my closet. My male clothes no longer residing there, causing another huge sigh escaping from my mouth. My dresser drawers were also empty, but my bed is now covered in several different sissy outfits. All of them in pastel colors, and so feminine. Short skirts, and frilly tops the common denominator in all of my new apparel.

Another huge sigh, the sighs coming more often now. I am so screwed, even after the contest is over, everyone will likely see me as a sissy, a fate I will not be able to escape. With all of the things done to me I wonder if a return to some sort of masculinity is even possible after the contest.

I looked over the clothes laying on my bed, Melissa is having too much fun, the amount of money she is spending on my new wardrobe is substantial. Surely she is not planning on me remaining a sissy in attire after the contest, but the disappearance of all my male clothes not a good sign in that regard. I was eventually dressed in a nightie, then put to bed for an afternoon nap. Melissa making sure I was tucked in, with her right beside me as soon as she donned her nightie.

She had set the alarm, it now ringing loudly. No dinner tonight, just time to don one of my sissy outfits and hauled off to the club. At a little after seven that is where I found myself, backstage in the area where the sissies were gathered getting ready for the first parade across the stage.

For three hours we were paraded across the stage, the audience getting to see us in five different sissy outfits. The last one the most embarrassing as under my too short frilly dress I was wearing a diaper, a pink one no less. Melissa had seen to my diapering, now allowing any one else to do it. Ribbons had been added to my hair, and instead of heels I had to crawl across the stage and sit with the others in a makeshift play pen on the other side of the stage.

Natalie did show up to root for me, meanwhile she had been taking video of me in all of my sissy outfits. She assured me that she had found a job for me at work, I would be placed in a crib at reception, where all of the visitors to the company could see the cute sissy. The club had loaned her a crib, sized for an adult sissy, all she had to do was post a sign about the sissy contest.

According to Melissa I was doing well in the competition, one of the finalists already. It was a long night, when I was finally led from the club it was eleven thirty, so glad to be on our way home.

The next morning I was awaken by Melissa, her dressing me in another ridiculous outfit so she could take me to work. Right before we left she laid me on the bed and placed a diaper on me. I tried to convince her not to do this to me, but she just smirked, a sissy’s life it will be as she placed a collar around my neck so she could lead me to her car then work.

When we arrived at work I was led into the front of the offices. Most of the employees were there to see me in my sissy attire, The couple male employees helping me into the crib. Natalie approached the crib, fastening a belt around my waist, keeping me laying on my back in the crib. The buckle on the belt was outside the crib, beyond my reach guaranteeing that I would remain in the crib until released. A pacifier was added to my mouth, the ribbons secured behind my head to keep it there. As Melissa was leaving she assured me she would stop by to change my diaper and bring my bottle for nourishment midday.

A bottle, surely she is kidding me. No such luck. At a little after noon she arrived, checking on me than shoving a baby bottle in my mouth. I resisted sucking on it but she rubbed my throat repeatedly until I succumbed to the warm milk. She talked with Natalie for awhile, then came to get me out of the crib. She changed my diaper, using the desk in reception to do it on. Now I smelled like baby powder, as I was helped back into the crib. The belt again fastened keeping me on my back. Melissa had applied a little lipstick to my lips while changing my diaper, then kissed my ear and prepared to leave. I was reminded that she would be here at quitting time, then we would go directly to the club. I have another bottle for you since there is not time to find a place to eat at.

She did arrive on time, I was so glad to see her. Being a sissy and being stared at and played with is not a life for me. Almost anyone visiting the company did that and more. Even Natalie came to play with me often, tickling me and kissing my fingers. On the last assault she came up with an idea, rushing back to her office and returning with a bottle of nail polish. Very shortly thereafter I had ten pink finger nails. She talked about doing my toenails, but Melissa showed up to save me from that happening.

Melissa was thrilled at the nail polish telling Natalie that she would see that I got my toes done too, anything to help her sissy win the coveted first prize. A stop at the salon, making sure I looked my best. They had a few minutes to spare, my fingernails lengthened and polished, my toenails done in the same color. The collar again, Melissa taking no chances that I might decide to miss the final day of the sissy contest.

Once at the club, we were lined up again and led onto the stage. We had to stand there as the MC read the results of the first part of the contest. Then he told everyone of the prizes that the winner of the contest would receive.

A five hundred cash prize for the winner.

A year touring other sissy clubs, showing others what a sissy should look like.

Personal appearances at other sissy contests, fifteen scheduled ones as of this moment.

A thousand dollar gift certificate for sissy clothes, the leading manufacturer of sissy attire furnishing the gift certificate.

Lifetime beauty services from the Turnabout Sissy salons as often as needed.

I zoned out, all of this overwhelming. My earlier assumption that my male persona is history so true.

They held a vote using the audience applause, then read the results of the paper ballots collected over the last two days. I had won the contest, shock was my first reaction, then I fainted. Melissa gathering me in her arms and proceeded to give me a toe curling kiss, as soon as I became aware of my surroundings. Once standing again the other sissies came to congratulate me, hugging me and giving me lots of kisses.

My thoughts focused on some of the prizes for the winner, knowing that the sissy life is mine for the future. I imagine after a year of it, there will be no male thoughts left in my brain, already peeing in my diaper and wanting a baby bottle of milk firmly entrenched. I guess it could be worse, at least I get to be held by Melissa, and receive lots of pampering at the salon. I was reluctant at first, now it seems to be a part of me. A sissy life forever.

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