Katrina; Twist Of A Lipstick
I was out shopping at my local mall, just finishing with the anchor
store near where I parked. I wanted something to nibble on and was on
my way to the food court. I noticed a large crowd up ahead, more than
is usually congregated around the food court. As I approached, it
seemed to be one of those survey groups, a lot of young people
carrying clipboards actively engaged with customers of the mall as
they tried to shop.
What
caught my attention, the most was one of the group who appeared to be
a male, had on bright pink lipstick.
I
slowed up and watched the goings on from a distance. Apparently I was
not far enough away from the group, as one of the young ladies found
me and asked if she could talk to me for a minute. I nodded and she
went into her spiel.
“My
name is Sandy, we are doing some gender research in conjunction with
our psychology courses in college. If a male embraced one item of a
females cosmetics, what effect would it have on his psyche and his
interaction with friends and family? The Turnabout Gurl Salon is
funding this study, any participants will receive a cash reward every
day they stay in the study. Those rewards are quite significant, but
we can only divulge them to active participants. The cosmetic item is
bright pink lipstick, would you be interested in learning more about
our research?”I looked again at the presumably male researcher and
his bright pink lips further down the mall. He wasn’t getting
laughed at, although there was some giggling from some teenage
females. I decided to find out more, so I nodded my head in the
affirmative. For someone who is fairly outspoken, I suddenly found
myself tongue tied in this instance and very bashful. I also was
wondering why I had asked for more info, since I have never
considered wearing lipstick in the past.
Since
I nodded in the affirmative Sandy continued. “After we get your
personal info, you will be given a tube of lipstick, a compact mirror
so that you can touch up your lips as necessary and a small handbag
to carry them around with. You can use your pockets if you wish to
carry the items, but there is an extra payout if you use their small
purse. We will randomly check your appearance during the day, at your
work, or at home, or while you shop. This is done with your phone as
you take a selfie and send it to the number calling. It has to be
done right away, so there is no chance to put the lipstick on after
receiving the call. You are asked to freshen up your lipstick at
least once every two hours, to keep your lipstick fresh and to keep
your lips from drying out. The only time you can be without it is at
night while you sleep. We will furnish makeup wipes to remove it in
the evening. The study is for four weeks, a personal appearance
required at the conclusion of the study to fill out our questionnaire
and answer questions from the research group.”
“The
financial reward is deposited directly to your bank account daily
after successful check-ins. Other than the initial check-in, the
money will be deposited after the last check-in of the day. Would you
like to sign up, you can quit anytime, the rewards will stop however
when you don’t check-in appropriately?”
Again,
I looked at the young male ahead of me, he was talking to a couple at
the time, the girlfriend giggling a little. I wonder what Renee will
say if I signed up. Girlfriend and boyfriend for two years now, both
of us content to just enjoy each other’s company leaving anything
more for later in our relationship. We do spend a lot of time
together, movies, eating out and some shopping from time to time. She
might be embarrassed if I showed up wearing lipstick when we go out.
When not engaged in the former, we are at one of our apartments doing
things together or just cuddling. Today she has an interview for a
new job, so I am on my own for the majority of the day.
What
the hell I might as well, a little extra cash always comes in handy.
I had heard of the Turnabout Gurl Salon, in the electronic newsletter
I receive about up and coming businesses. All the experts expected
great things from them, their accomplishments so far nothing short of
fantastic. I agreed to sign up, actually managing to speak those
words. I may have spoken them, but Sandy had to ask me to repeat
them, since I was barely whispering. It took a lot of effort to get
those words out the second time, the prospect of me wearing bright
pink lipstick unnerving. Who would have thought that was even
possible a few hours ago?
She
led me over to a table in the food court, helping me to fill out the
application and the research agreement. It was straight forward, no
legal hocus pocus. I smiled when I saw the amount of the rewards,
twenty bucks a check-in, ten extra a day if I used their bag. As I
was filling out the application, she retrieved a small bag from her
purse, then pulled out the lipstick and the compact mirror, laying
them on the table. I swallowed, apparently something now stuck in my
throat. They expect me to do this now, right here in the mall food
court. Are they crazy, I just managed to agree to this and they want
me to put the lipstick on now?
She
looked over everything, making sure all was filled out properly, then
handed me the lipstick. I swallowed again, gawd how am I going to be
able to do this. She explained how to do it, I was shaking like a
leaf, the application not that great, half of it smeared over my lips
and the surrounding skin. I was then handed a makeup wipe, so I could
clean it off and reapply it since my first attempt was an unqualified
disaster. Sandy was doing everything she could not to break out
laughing, I smiled and told her to go ahead, I am sure that this will
not be the last time I am laughed at in the upcoming days.
Holding
the mirror in one hand and the lipstick in the other was awkward, but
I managed to get the hang of it. This time I managed to stay within
the lines, a smile appearing on her face. She snapped a picture of
me, sending it somewhere. I was shown her phone, my picture still on
the screen. I started to laugh, it was definitely not a snapshot of a
male, but far from a female too. The pink lips definitely muted some
of the difference between the genders, but I kind of liked the look,
I even smiled at how my lips looked with the pink lipstick reflecting
back.
My
phone rang and I retrieved it to see that twenty dollars had been
deposited into my bank account, a smile coming to my newly colored
lips. The call not an unexpected one, since I usually received a call
from my bank notifying me of any activity, either deposits or
withdrawals. Then she handed me copies of my application and the
research agreement, something I was not expecting. It seems
everything is handled in a very professional manner. Then she slipped
the lipstick back in the bag and handed it to me. Let’s face it,
though they referred to it as a bag it was undoubtedly a small purse
with a shoulder strap. I slipped it onto my shoulder, as if I carried
a purse everyday. A huge sigh escaping my lips, as I did so.
I
got a hug from her as she went back to her work. I continued to the
other side of the food court to get my food, now not as interested in
the young male sporting lipstick, since I was similarly attired. I
made quick glances as I walked looking for people staring at me. I
received a few looks, but nothing more. I got my tacos and a drink
from the Mexican food place, the clerk looked at my face but said
nothing about my lipstick. I did see a smirk surface as I left the
counter though. I found a table to sit at to enjoy my meal. I could
taste the wetness of my lipstick as I ran my tongue over my lips.
There was no difference in the taste of my food, but there were lip
prints on my drinking cup. I chuckled a little, that was a sight I
never expected to see on one of my drinking cups. I presume something
I will see a lot more of in the near future.
I
finished my tacos, sipping my tea until it was empty. I placed the
thin strap of my new purse over my shoulder, the same as I had seen
Renee do countless times. Then I remembered that she always fixed her
lipstick after eating. I sat back down, removing the lipstick and
mirror and reapplied my lip color.
Gee,
less than an hour after I signed up, and I seemed to be falling into
the habit of makeup repair. Satisfied that I looked presentable, I
headed for my car, my interest in shopping now postponed till another
day. I did notice several more males similarly attired, their pink
lips making them standout in the crowd. At least, it seemed I was not
the only one to sign up. Unfortunately they looked like a male
wearing lipstick, where mine looked like it was on a female, one
possessing some tomboyish tendencies.
As I
was driving home, I got a text message from Renee wanting me to come
by her place. Yes, I did pull over to read the text message, the fine
for cell phone usage in our town while driving now one hundred
dollars per occurrence. An expense I could do without and especially
with pink lips while the officer was writing out the ticket. That
thought brought a chuckle when I thought of being pulled over for
using my cell phone while driving and the officer seeing me with pink
kissable lips. I blushed at the thought, my face a darker shade of
red in the rear view mirror. Nope don’t go there, less than thirty
minutes and I was already showing signs of mental instability. The
word kissable now seemingly scorched into my feeble mind.
I
debated trying to put it off, but decided I might as well face the
consequences. I made the trip to her apartment I parked in her drive
and walked up to her unit, my new purse’s strap over my right
shoulder. Why I didn’t leave my purse in the car will remain a
mystery forever. The door suddenly opened and Renee smiled as she
took in my appearance. At least, there was no yelling or screaming
yet on her part.
“You
look so delicious, I could just eat you up. You have to tell me the
name of that lipstick, I may have to get one for myself.”
She
had closed the distance between us, taking me in her arms and
squeezing the life out of me. Meanwhile her lips were locked on mine,
her tongue checking out my oral cavity. It was so erotic, my male
thingy already rising to the occasion. Renee noticed as she rubbed
her palm over my groin, a quick squeeze, then grabbed my wrist and
dragged me into her apartment.
For
the next twenty minutes, I just let her check me out, being this
submissive is new to me, but the sensations from her ministrations
are quickly bringing me to a feverish high. I actually moaned a
little, surprising me as much as it did her. I laid my head on her
shoulder, she would nibble on me, ears and neck first, then when I
faced her, my lips, as she continued to check me out. She had lifted
my shirt at one time, I presume to see if I had suddenly obtained
some little breasts, when she found none, I received a pinch on each
nipple.
Of
course, I had to eventually tell her about what happened, how I had
signed up for this study. I cautiously told her it was for four
weeks, fearing that may upset her. Her next statement proved how
wrong I was.
“Well,
as far as I am concerned, I doubt you will ever not be wearing
lipstick in the future.” My planned protest died in my mouth as
another long sensuous kiss was laid on me. By the time that was over,
I had forgotten what I was going to say. Previous kisses from Renee
have never been as intense and sensuous as the ones I am receiving
today.
Renee
got up and straightened her clothes, decided she was hungry and
dragged me to her bathroom. I had to remove my lipstick, since most
of it was smeared all over my face again. One of Renee’s makeup
wipes performed the trick. I reapplied it twice, since Renee wanted
two coats on my lips. She touched up her makeup, then grabbed a brush
to fix her hair. As she was brushing her hair, she was looking my
way. I backed up a couple of steps, running into the door behind me.
My hand was grabbed and I was pulled forward, then sat on the commode
lid. She started brushing my hair after she had removed my ponytail.
She spent at least fifteen minutes brushing it, then some hairspray
and we were ready.
As I
was pushed past the mirror, I saw my image, gone was most of my
masculinity. I now looked like a female, my brushed hair laying
softly on my shoulders several wisps arching across my forehead. For
some reason, I was holding on to my new purse like it was something
special now as we walked out of the apartment. The strap is on my
shoulder with my right hand holding it at my side. It suddenly seemed
important to me, a necessity to have to go anywhere or do anything.
Let’s face it the purse was more like a security blanket, something
to hang on to as I faced the unknown.
Renee
stopped at the front door, taking my wallet and keys she had removed
from my pants and handed them to me. She had me put most of the items
in my wallet in my purse, my keys were handled in the same way. She
locked the door behind her and we got into her car. The click of the
lock did sound much louder and somewhat final as we left the house.
She told me where to drive to, a very upscale restaurant on the other
side of the town. She kept up a steady stream of chatter as I headed
in that direction.
The drive taking almost a half hour,
meanwhile I was being extra careful, not wanting to attract the
attention of the police. I parked next to the restaurant and we made
our way to the entrance. The doorman getting the door for us, my face
turning instant red. His salutation of ‘good evening ladies’ only
added more color to the fire. The Maitre’D seated us, pulling out
the chairs for both of us.
I
was extremely quiet as all of this transpired. Then stupid me, opened
my purse and took out my compact to check my lipstick. I am not sure
why I did it, maybe nerves. I was indeed very nervous, feeling like I
was on display a male wearing lipstick. Renee lost it then, laughing
and giggling at my actions. I was sure there was no blood anywhere
below my waist since all of it was crammed in my head. The waitress
handed us menus, took our drink orders and left. I did manage to calm
down a little, my face no longer dark red, more of a light pink.
Incidentally my lipstick still looked good, not needing any repair at
this time.
When
the waitress brought back our drinks we ordered our meals. Meanwhile
Renee wanted to know what I was going to do concerning my job.
“Truthfully I am not sure, I think I will be alright, but there are
a lot of good ole boys in the sales force; I might not escape some
severe ridicule.” My job, a salesman for a local distributor of
business supplies. Renee seemed to be thinking of something since she
was lost in thought, but made no reply.
Our
meals were brought out, today they seemed to be especially tasty. I
ordered one of their large salads with seared chicken chunks while
Renee got their petite sirloin. After we finished our meals, I
checked my lipstick, some giggling from my companion, but I ignored
it since she was checking hers too. She took out her cell phone and
made a couple of calls. When she is on the phone she talks very
softly, so I only was able to hear a few words. I did hear that we
would be right over. I hope I will survive whatever she is arranging.
The second call was to her salon, I just presumed she wanted an
appointment for her hair next week. Both calls didn’t take long, by
the time I had paid the check she was ready to go.
Trying
to pay the bill I did fumble in my purse trying to get my credit card
out of the plastic holder it had been in while in my wallet, since
the space in the purse is limited. The plastic holder being almost
the same size of the opening required most of my effort getting it
out. Let’s just say I was glad when my receipt was handed to me and
we left. Renee asked for the keys since she wanted to drive. Again,
another extraction, at least they were easier to retrieve from my
purse than the credit card.
I
sat in the passenger seat and without thinking, the first thing I did
was to pull down the visor so I could check my lipstick. It was like
I was another person, one that was quite concerned about her
appearance. I said her, with pink lipstick on my lips there was very
little masculine visible. Add in the brushed hair lying on my
shoulders and you have a recently converted female. Giggles from the
driver side filled the interior of the car, Renee definitely enjoying
my antics.
We
entered a subdivision, then went another couple of blocks. She pulled
into a drive in front of a two story colonial home. She told me to
wait as she walked up to the door. I heard her talking, then she and
another lady made their way back to the car.
As I
saw them approach, “Oh my gawd, my boss!” I squirmed in my seat,
but since I had my seat belt on, I wasn’t able to do much. Ms.
Sharp came around to my side of the car and opened my door. She
leaned in and gave me a hug, then turned back to Renee. “I see what
you mean, yes, what you suggested will be fine. I will move Katrina
into my office, my PA is going on vacation, so this will work out
fine. It will save the company the expense of a temp.” She turned
back to me smiling. “I will see you tomorrow, Katrina, have a nice
evening. Incidentally your lipstick looks quite nice, a definite
improvement over your previous looks.”
Wait
a minute, Katrina, where did that come from and what are we doing at
my boss’s home? Renee got back in and drove back across town near
the large mall. In one of the surrounding smaller shopping centers,
she pulled in and drove to the back of the center stopping in front
of a beauty salon. It took me a few moments to figure out why we were
here, then to add why we had gone to my boss’s home? According to
Renee, I am just expanding my feminine presentation a little to help
ease the stress of the next week.
I
panicked, not expecting any of this. Suddenly my mind was filled with
what they were going to do to me to expand my feminine presentation.
I really had no idea what a female has done to her in a beauty salon,
but was not interested in finding out either.
“No
Renee, not this! I will quit the study, I should have never agreed to
it in the first place. Please let’s just go back to the way we were
before I lost my mind. Please, take me home.”
She
pulled me closer, and hugged me tight to her body. She forced my head
to her shoulder, laying it so that I was looking straight at her
face. “No, it is too late for that now, I have already seen the you
that should have been, so we are doing this now. If after a couple of
weeks you still want to return to how you were before, I will back
away, but most likely will break off any relationship we might have
had. After seeing the real you, I don’t want to settle for some
male imitation. Look, why don’t we try this for one week, then we
will stop and talk about it. How can you turn down something you have
not yet experienced?”
I
just sat there staring at her face. If only I had not stopped at the
mall, this would have never happened. She kissed my forehead, not
wanting to mess up my lipstick, then slid out and came around and
opened my door. She reached for my hand, then pulled me out of the
car. Another kiss and I was led inside. We were greeted by a
technician then taken to a room at the back of the salon. She looked
at the appointment request, then gathered up some forms and laid them
on the table. Everything was explained to me carefully, although my
mind was not focused on what she was saying. I had no idea what was
told me, my mind apparently still befuddled.
A
pen was handed to me, and I was asked to sign each treatment form. I
took a large breath and signed each form, then copies were given to
me. Renee took them and placed them in her purse and kissed me
passionately, then left. I felt suddenly alone, more than I have ever
felt before. The tech helped me undress, then lay back on the table.
I just stared at the ceiling trying to figure out what is going on.
Then in the middle of those thoughts, I wondered if my lipstick still
looked fresh and inviting. Maybe there is more to this then is on the
surface. Well, other than the insanity and the OCD part.
Now
naked, it was not difficult to coat my body with their cream hair
remover, my front side first in the queue. While that was working, my
toenails received pink polish after being filed into neat ovals.
Actually, many coats of polish, a blow dryer used to dry the nail
polish so they could add another coat. Then, I was flipped over, and
my back side received the same treatment. While the cream was
processing my ears were pierced, two holes in each ear lobe, a dangly
earring in the bottom hole and a stud in the top hole. As the cream
was wiped off, all my body hair came with it, the same thing as when
they did the front side Now with a smooth hair free body, her
attention was focused on my hair on top of my head.
Off
the table and seated in a chair, on the way to the chair I did
receive a skimpy robe to wear, it not covering much but made me feel
a little less insecure. The chair was leaned back and my hair was
washed and conditioned. Two different conditioners were used, leaving
my hair soft and silky. She evened out the cut eliminating any split
ends, her words. Then she used a curling iron to give me large soft
curls that framed my face fairly. As the curling iron was wrapped
around each section of my hair, a spray was added to keep from
damaging the hair. As another tech approached with a huge smile on
her face holding two boxes in her hands, I was fearful of what was
next. The chair was leaned back once more, and two good sized blobs
of silicone were glued to my chest, I was now the owner of two female
mammaries. Boobs or breasts in layman's terms.
My
male organ did not escape treatment, glued back between my legs, and
a fake vagina glued over the top. I immediately thought of how I was
expected to have sex with junior tucked away out of sight. Is this
going to make a difference between Renee and me? We had never had
sex, content to be just lovers at the moment, but I did have hopes
for the future. Those hopes now put off for a while. I know the fact
that he was no longer there made me feel insecure and vulnerable all
of a sudden.
Some
clothes were brought in, and I was helped in getting dressed. I kept
looking at my pile of clothes that I wore here, but was told they
would no longer fit, hence the need for female clothing. She was
pointing to my breasts when she made the comment. At the time, I did
not know all the names, I have heard of panties and bras of course,
but none of the others. All I know for sure, is the feeling of them
on my smooth sensitive skin was about to undo me. Quick glances in
the mirror showed that the male image I came in with is now missing.
Whatever
they were called it sure beat sitting there naked. Well there was the
robe, if you consider that being covered. Being naked, or nearly so,
in a beauty salon was in itself a very weird feeling. The dress was
last, a sweater dress to be specific. It conformed to my body,
especially my breasts and hips, hugging my body giving the illusion
of a female figure. The breast forms on the top and the padded
garment on my hips helped to fill out the female figure. The dress
was lined with a silky fabric, each movement of my body causing the
dress to slide over my bare skin causing a flood of sensations to
assault my mind. Underneath the dress we have the band of the bra
around my chest hugging my body, confining yet comforting with the
panties while very brief, barely covering my newly acquired vacant
groin, another silky fabric doing delicious things to me.
Long
nails were the next item to be added to my body, now my hands looked
so delicate and thin. The nails extended past my fingertips by at
least a half inch, coated in the same pink polish as my toes,
multiple coats to protect the nails and enhance the color. Of course,
the polish matched my lipstick, what do you expect.
My
curly locks were adjusted again, and then drowned in hairspray. I was
handed another lipstick, in a different color, and a bag of cosmetics
for the next week. Also several bags of clothes, I presumed my
wardrobe for next week. I took out my mirror, to fix my lipstick and
Renee showed up.
A
few minutes after she examined me, the lipstick had to come out
again, this time I had to use a wipe to remove the smudges before I
applied a new coat. At this rate, I will need a new tube before the
study ends. If only I had not signed up, all of this would not have
happened, and things would still be normal, whatever that is.
Incidentally, the salon that worked on me is the same one supporting
the study, the Turnabout Gurl Salon.
She
did get me to her apartment, since I would need help in the morning
before I went to work. That is the excuse she used, but having her
play toy all the way across town, was not in the cards, hence, I
would stay with her.
She
took advantage of the use of her toy, I was played with till the wee
hours of the morning, when the alarm did go off, I needed a hot
shower to get the blood flowing again so that I would not waste the
day at work. Even though I was allowed to take the lipstick off at
night, Renee wanted it left on, making my lips so much more inviting,
her words.
I
dressed in the new clothes and made my way to the bathroom to do
something with my hair. I ran a brush through it, the curls reforming
again just liked they were originally styled. Then, I applied a fresh
coat of lipstick and gathered my purse, and went to my car. Renee was
still in bed, some help she was. But she did get her time in with her
new play toy last night, a must if you have one lying around.
My
mind was still out to lunch on the drive there, but reality did set
in as I made my way to my boss’s office. I knocked, and then
entered keeping my eyes glued to the floor. This is so embarrassing,
dressed as a female and now apparently going to work as one today.
Ms.
Sharp smiled at me when I entered. “Katrina you look splendid.” I
sat in the chair across from her asking her what I needed to do
today. Believe me that is not my only question, but the only one that
ended up being verbalized. She took the time to show me what I needed
to do, basically a secretary’s job. I found some notes from her
previous secretary and made changes to Ms. Sharp’s schedule where
necessary. I found the job fairly easy, even answering the phone
after I had pitched my voice a little higher and softened the volume
some. Other than the initial few phone calls before I changed my
voice I was treated as a female secretary all day. I did get lots of
looks from my former work colleagues, but nobody seemed to make the
connection to my previous male persona.
I
got two calls that day, verifying that I was still using the
lipstick. I realized, that I had been checking my lipstick hourly,
instead of the suggested two hour interval. I did not consciously
think about it, it just seemed important to look my best all of the
time.
I
stepped out to lunch on my own, thinking back a very fearless thing
to do. Dressed as a female and new to the job, but still venturing
out for lunch at a deli a few blocks from the office. The other
office gals suggested the deli, good food, diet friendly and very
reasonable in price. Only one of us was allowed lunch at a time so
that the offices would have someone there for the phones if
necessary.
I
was treated just like a real female by the girls, no mention made of
how I was dressed or the job I was doing. I am pretty sure they knew
who I was, Kat and Katrina too much of a coincidence in names. As a
sales rep I had interacted with them on occasion, just not on a
regular basis.
I am
not sure I will ever get comfortable going to the bathroom though. I
have caught myself standing in front of the toilet several times,
before I come to my senses and set to do my business. Then there is
the time involved to do so, undress some, panties down, then after
the deed has been performed put it all back as it was. That first day
lowering my panties and pulling them back up my smooth legs caused
all kinds of feelings to surface. I do hope that it will soon be just
something that needs to be put up with, not an erotic adventure.
It
was a long day, but I did manage to survive it with no visible scars
for my effort. Mentally I was a wreck, worrying through most of the
day as to whether I would be discovered and if I would be able to
keep this temporary job.
I
made my way back to Renee’s apartment, slipping off my heels as
soon as I cleared the door. She was already home, laughing at my
action. “Feels good doesn’t it, no matter how long you wear them,
it always feels good to slip them off.” She had dinner already
prepared, we set down and nibbled on it as we sipped some wine. I, of
course, had to tell her everything that happened today, but as I
divulged all, I felt better, lots of the things I worried about
looking less dramatic then I had envisioned at the time.
Eventually,
we ate what we wanted, and I helped her clean up. She looked my way
often, then when we had finished putting everything away, she grabbed
my hand and held it.
“Now,
I have another reason to keep you in skirts and lipstick, that is the
first time you have helped me in the kitchen, but it will not be your
last, of that I can guarantee. The fact that I didn’t have to show
you how to do things is just another nail in your coffin. Face it,
you will never be allowed back into the male life, no matter what you
do or how long you plead. Katrina is here and not leaving ever! I was
not sure how I felt about her statement, but she seemed quite adamant
in her statement.
Renee
and her play toy had another intense evening, but I did manage to get
to sleep before eleven. Believe me I am not complaining. The next
morning I had to pry myself loose from her grasp to be able to use
the bathroom. The dress for the day required a corset, how
convenient, but not for me. With Renee’s help, I managed to get it
on and cinched up. Funny she couldn’t get up yesterday to help me
with my makeup, but today she was waiting for me, with the corset in
her hand. Did I mention she had this huge smile plastered on her face
at the time?
All
during the day, the corset made its presence known. By quitting time
though, it was just another clothing item I was wearing. I guess the
body adapts especially if is tightly confined in the garment. Renee’s
threat to take up the slack after dinner though, got her a lot of
dirty looks from me. Somehow her dirty looks get her a lot more than
mine do, hers sending shivers through my body, mine doing absolutely
nothing. If anything the smiles on Renee’s face got even bigger the
more I engaged in my dirty looks.
I
did make it through the week, my tube of lipstick almost half gone,
but my bank account almost two hundred dollars richer. It seemed that
Renee was serious about me being kept in dresses and lipstick, her
wanting to know what my plans were for the following week. My boss’s
secretary eloped during her absence so I was offered her job
permanently. I wasn’t making as much money as before, but the job
was easier and also kept Renee contented, now that I had a job in the
female gender.
With
the study ending in three weeks I stopped and reflected on my
thoughts and experiences. There must have been something in the air
that day, for me to even listen to the gal that approached me. I
think a normal male would have run screaming at using lipstick, then
when Renee took it several steps further, I was a docile and
cooperative participant. A most unlikely situation for a card
carrying member of the male sex. Now sitting here, in a dress and
heels reflecting on my experiences of the last week a smile edged its
way over my face. I didn’t dread it, I looked forward to it, each
day a chance to experience what I have been missing for years.
It
was during the second week of the study when I decided to make a
weekly appointment at the salon. I am not sure why, maybe I enjoyed
the first appointment more that I let on. After getting my hair
washed and set, I asked about false eyelashes. I was okay with the
mascara, but looking in the mirror after applying, they just didn’t
seem sufficient. The tech explained what they could do, I opted for
the individual eyelashes, they sounded the best for the money. I
found out that if a made a standing appointment I would get a
discount on all of my services. I did so and paid twenty percent less
for my eyelashes and the wash and set.
The
third week I asked for and received another piercing in my ear, this
time a delicate set of hoops. Now I had a set of studs, a set of long
dangle earrings that came to mid-neck and my new delicate one inch
hoops. I swung my head back and forth some, feeling the dangle
earrings swinging against my neck, a delicious feeling.
The
four weeks of the survey ended with a final interview at the salon
that sponsored all of this. It seemed to take forever to get to me,
each participant quizzed extensively. When I entered the interview
room I was greeted by five gorgeous ladies. Three were from the
university and two from the Turnabout Gurl Salon. The one gal that
had signed me up, one of the University group. She had the biggest
smile on her face, like she knew when she talked to me at the mall
that I was a female at heart.
They
made notes on how I was dressed, my additions to the female figure
that I had added and the clothes I was wearing. Today it was a skirt
and blouse in a light pink. Stockings instead of pantyhose and heels
instead of flats. The skirt was a pencil skirt, coming to about
mid-thigh. It showed off my long legs to the max, the heels making my
calves look quite feminine and scrumptious.
They
wanted to see the lipstick I was given, even had me turn it out so
they could see how much I used of it. It was over three quarters used
up, what can I say, I liked the color a lot. The questions were
surprisingly in depth, several of them made me stop and think about
my true feelings, not just what rattled off the tip of my tongue.
Then the question I never thought I would be asked, but was.
“Will
you continue the use of the lipstick after the study is over?”
Before
my mind could respond my mouth answered the question. “Yes. Most
likely I will also embrace more femininity, since my girlfriend
insists on it.” With that comment I received five wondrous smiles,
confirming their theories and thoughts.
“For
your help we have a little gift from the Turnabout Gurl Salon if you
wish to use it. It is a gift certificate for a total makeover for
hair, face and body. Also included in this is two thousand dollars in
a clothing allowance. We appreciate your participation in our study
and with your permission would like to use your experience in a
research paper done by the University. Your true name, or any
pictures of you will not appear in the paper.”
Some
pictures were taken, mostly from the side not showing much of my
face. The interview was over and I received hugs from all the ladies
in attendance. The last one was Francine, the owner of the salon. She
handed me the certificate, then gave me the biggest most caring hug
of the group. I returned it with vigor, I felt a part of me that had
been hidden was now out and about, basking in the wonderful feelings.
She whispered to me that I was not the only one to find myself in the
study. You are not alone in this, feel free to come by anytime to
partake of our services or to just talk.
Renee
was waiting for me, made the appropriate gropes and kisses and then
dragged me off. She was taking me to dinner, a little bistro
downtown. It was quiet since it was already mid-afternoon. We ordered
and she made me tell her every word and nuance of the interview. I
doubt a professional interrogator could have pried out more
information than her. As soon as she heard about the certificate and
clothing allowance she was on my lap. Twisting and turning her tush
to drive me crazy. Since junior was still tucked away, it was pure
misery.
I
did find out during the study if stimulated enough junior would erupt
even if secured under his cover. When Renee continued her onslaught
on my lap and reached inside my blouse to massage my nipples on the
breast forms that was it. Who knew breast forms could transmit touch
to the person wearing them.
Now
I would have to go home with a mess in my panties, probably smeared
real good by the time she gets through with her maneuvers on my lap.
Such is the life of a female like me. I was hugged and kissed, the
waitress having to come back several times waiting for us to return
to a normal dining configuration, mainly Renee not sitting in my lap.
The
next week she helped me move out of my apartment, I hadn’t used it
since the study began. All of my male clothes were given away, seven
huge bags full, I was a little teary as we dropped them off at
Goodwill, but Renee insisted that I will never be allowed to wear
anything masculine again. Dresses and skirts is her preference,
although I was allowed one pair of pants, their huge bell bottom
cuffs looking like a skirt anyway.
The
day that I signed up for the study, Renee did get the job she
interviewed for. Since then she has already had a promotion making
twice what I make at my secretary’s job. She loves her work,
frequently doing extra projects for the CEO of the company.
With
regards to my job my boss loves my work, I have even went with her on
two separate business trips, earning me compliments on both my work
and my appearance. The job is easy, allowing me to get home before
Renee to fix dinner for her. Looking back I doubt I would change
anything, there is always something that might have been better, but
in reality what I have is good enough for me.
I
did take Francine up on her offer, I have been fully feminized by the
salon, and never regretted any of the changes. The breast forms have
been removed and new ones are in place. The new ones were created by
a vacuum pump, literally sucked from my own body. They are permanent
unless I want them removed, have feeling just like a real breast and
when manipulated by Renee I experience the most intense orgasm
possible. Junior stays secured behind the false vagina, our sex life
is very fulfilling, not needing my pathetic penis to make love. We
sometimes use a dildo when we are frisky, a more than pleasant way to
spend a few hours. I enjoy it as well as she does, being full and the
stroking a most pleasant way to spend an afternoon, evening or night.
Then there is the orgasms from the dildo, pure unadulterated bliss.
As
you can tell Renee and I make love as two females, a most satisfying
way to show our love for each other. I still use that flavor of
lipstick, now on my fifth tube of it. I have to think of it as my
lucky lipstick, everything about it and its use has been lucky for
me. Even Renee uses the same lipstick, when we kiss now no way to
tell who messed up the other’s lipstick.
Even
though my job is not difficult, I stayed in my job, when my boss
retires next month I will step in to fill her shoes. Nobody ever
connected the male me with Katrina, I have even been a bridesmaid for
one of the other office girls when she got married.
Renee
has done well, making frequent stock purchases of her company’s
stock. The current CEO made some bad moves, almost sending the
company into bankruptcy. Renee was there at the right time, buying a
large share of stock when it was valued at next to nothing. The CEO
resigned, there was a shakeup company wide, after the dust settled
Renee had fifty-one percent of the stock, and controlling interest.
She made more sweeping changes, and within two months the company
started to pull out of the slump. Now a year later, she is CEO of a
million dollar business, leaving us with no worries about our
financial future.
I
stayed working although I didn’t have to anymore, it keeps me
occupied, and gives me time to plan little surprises for my
significant other. So glad it all started with a twist of a lipstick.
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2016 thru 2024 by Francesca