Callie; Mystery Solved
I looked at the
phone, the number displayed, not one I recognized. “Hello, Walker
Investigations, how may I help you?”
“Is this Cal?”
The voice on the other end sounded familiar, but maybe not. It
couldn’t be her, it has been years since I saw her last.
“Yeah this is
Cal, who may I say is calling?”
“Yep you are
still the same Cal I knew in school, formal, prim and proper. I need
to talk to you about a problem I am having that you might be able to
solve for me. I know you don’t recognize the voice, it has changed
over the years. This is Francine, the one you spent two summer camps
with and got you into so much trouble.”
“Oh my gawd, it
just can’t be! You just fell off the face of the earth, and now you
are calling me. Yes, I want to meet you somewhere; you have a lot of
explaining to do. Name the place and time and I will be there.”
“Are you free
now?”
“Yes, nothing
scheduled for the rest of the day. Since it is nearly five, I doubt I
will get any more customers.”
“Open your
front door and get in the limo parked outside; Jennifer my driver
will bring you to me.”
“I have a
feeling that I am about to step into shit, but I will do as you
want.” I heard giggling from her end of the phone. Then she hung up
on me, no good-bye, see you soon just silence. Just like old times, I
followed in her wake, not questioning what was suggested or how it
would be done.
I opened the
front door to my office and let out a low whistle, a BMW was sitting
there with a gorgeous female by the open door. She helped me in and
handed me a drink, a Vodka Collins, the same drink I have indulged in
for many years. She moved quickly into the driver’s seat and we
were off. Luckily I remembered to lock the office as I emerged from
it, the car and the driver almost taking my breath away. I have
always loved BMW’s, maybe one day I will be able to afford one for
myself. This one was loaded, leather throughout, with deep plush
carpeting. The car was white with an inordinate amount of chrome
gracing the trim of the car. The engine must have been modified as
the car was much more energetic than your normal BMWs.
Soon, we were on
the freeway, doing the legal speed limit with no hesitation. She
drove me to the north side of town, and then headed toward
Scottsdale, the extreme northern part of Scottsdale to be exact. It
was all custom homes out there, on twenty plus acre lots. It was in a
gated community that we entered, then drove another five minutes to
her house. Since we flew past the guard house, I take it she is an
owner here, although I have heard they do rent out some of the houses
for short periods of time. We pulled into a garage and the door
closed behind us. The lady got my door, and then led me inside. When
we got to the office at the end of the hall, she opened the door for
me. I took a step in and was hugged from the side by a totally
awesome female that was several inches taller than me.
She has changed a
lot from the scraggly kid that I used to spend time with. I was
dragged to a sofa, pushed down, as she parked her magnificent body
right next to me. There was no room between our thighs, the smirk on
her face brought back many memories of our school time together. I
was still trying to see all the changes, her beauty quite awesome.
Whenever I was around her, I was mesmerized by her aura, and in quite
a few instances, in trouble with her as she was totally wicked in her
thoughts and actions.
She got right
down to business, still the same person I knew many years ago. I
wanted to hear about her, but she wanted to discuss her problem. Even
when we were getting into trouble years ago, she was the focused one,
always analyzing and changing the agenda as we rolled through life. I
was a follower, eager to join in, but oblivious to the possible
consequences. When we did get into trouble, she was always by my
side, never abandoning me, although it would have been easy enough
those countless times.
“I need your
expertise in a matter at one of my salons. The salon is fairly large,
employing over a hundred employees. We do over three million a year
at this particular salon. I have a feeling there is something going
on, not necessarily good. I have not been able to pin it down,
everywhere I look, leads to a dead end. I have scrutinized the books
several times, and have not found any discrepancies, but I still have
a bad feeling. On the surface, everything seems to be normal there;
the manager is doing a good job business wise, her profit margin is
excellent, but I still have a nagging feeling that something is going
on.
“There is
nothing standing out, but when in the salon, something just doesn’t
feel right. I have over two hundred salons, and this is the only one
I have those feelings in. I checked around and found out that you
come very highly recommended these days. I must commend you on
staying out of trouble after I had corrupted you in your youth” she
said with a grin.
“I have a house
down the street for you to stay at while you do me this favor. I know
you will want to do this for me free of charge, out of the goodness
of your heart, however, I will pay all your expenses. My sources say
you have no jobs pending at the moment, so you can start tomorrow. I
have a fake identity set up for you; Jennifer and the BMW are yours
to use. Since we do not know where this will lead, or who is
involved, I want to stay out of the picture. Jennifer can get me
messages or questions to me as needed, then get the answers back to
you.
As of this
moment, you are a rich playboy, who wants to experience some of the
female side of things. You have set appointments three times a week,
where one step towards a female life can be experienced with each
appointment; a slow and gradual easing into the female role in life.
That should give you plenty of time to explore the salon and its
employees to see if you can detect what is amiss. I have given you a
job at one of my businesses in town, a cover story for while you are
here; but have allowed you a week to get accustomed to the role first
before you start your new job.
So do we get
started tomorrow?” I looked at her, amazed at what she had told me.
Nothing with her had changed, still head strong and full speed ahead.
“I have not
said yes yet. Maybe I want to think about it some. You do realize, I
do nothing for free anymore; a friend from school many years ago,
teaching me to charge what I am worth. I will take it into
consideration, and let you know tomorrow sometime.”
She got up, then
pulled me up from the sofa. She started unbuttoning my shirt, as I
tried to slow her down, she unbuckled my pants and let them drop to
the floor. Yep, she has not changed in the least behavior wise. I
just stood there as she finished undressing me; her actions turning
me on very easily. I did kick my shoes off, to help out, but the
rest, she handled with no trouble. I was given a short lacy robe that
came to the top of my thighs, and then, she called out to Jennifer
that I was ready. As Jennifer led me to the door, I was handed
several files about the salon I would be investigating, plus, a short
hug as we left the room heading for the car. I did turn around to see
Francine throwing my male clothes in the garbage with a shit eating
grin on her face and giggling.
Yep, nothing has
changed in the nine years since I had seen her last. I have been with
her all of an hour, and obviously I’m in trouble again, this time
maybe worse than before. In the past, when I stumbled into the do-do,
I was not naked with an almost see through robe on, and being taken
to my new home. Jennifer got the door for me and we rode down the
street a few blocks then pulled into another garage. Sitting on
leather seats naked will be forever etched in my mind now, the lace
of the robe trying its best to stir things up, successfully I might
add. Surprisingly my male thingy has always been slow to rise to the
occasion, this however has him hiding in his brunette thatch. It
twitched often, inflated a little, but was apparently scared to death
to do much more. I am sure being naked with only a lacy robe on was
having a subtle effect on him.
The house was
huge, a drawn out ranch style that seemed to go on forever. I was
escorted straight to my bedroom, helped out of the robe, and then
handed a pair of panties and negligee. I slipped into them as she
turned back the covers for me, helped me into bed, and then left for
parts unknown. I doubt she saw my facial expression as the nightie
slid over my shoulders, pure unadulterated bliss. I just sat there
with the pillows behind my back, leaving me in a somewhat upright
position. Jennifer returned with a glass of green iced tea, and the
files I was given earlier. She suggested an early night since I had
my first appointment at seven A.M. the next morning.
As she was
heading for the door, I asked her if this is how it is all the time
with Francine. “You were her friend in school, answer you own
question.” That remark was punctuated by an immense bout of
giggling as she passed through the door. She closed the bedroom door
and went down the hall. I sipped the iced tea, reading as much as I
could about the people running and working for the salon. I laid the
files on the nightstand, then realized that I had not seen any of the
house except a glimpse of the kitchen, the hall and this bedroom. I
noticed two doors at the other end of the bedroom, presumably a
bathroom and a closet.
I slipped out of
the bed, and checked out the doors, suddenly needing a bathroom
fairly quickly. The first door opened into a huge closet lined with
dresses, skirts and blouses. The floor was covered with racks of
heels, all of them looked to be a challenge to wear. Not a pair of
jeans or athletic shoes to be seen anywhere. I closed that door and
opened the second. I took in a deep breath, this one opened into the
bathroom, and what a bathroom it was. The tub at the far end was in
the old style, footed and in pink porcelain. The look was antique,
but the size of the tub was what was impressive. Almost eight feet
long, and over four feet wide, with jet holes all around the tub. The
hoses for the jets were done in stainless steel, bent to follow the
shape of the tub on the outside. It truly was a work of art.
I found the
toilet, also in pink porcelain, with a fluffy seat cover. I raised
the seat and sat down. I quickly rose up, the seat was warm as if it
was heated. I checked it with my hand, it indeed was heated. I
seated myself again, and did my business. While I was sitting there,
I realized how quickly things had changed. My panties around my
ankles, and the negligee over my body, the most telltale changes. I
looked up to the opposite wall and saw my image in the wall of
mirrors. I chuckled, even partially clothed I looked surprisingly
female.
Like when we were
together in school, I did as she suggested, not thinking of what it
might lead to. The meeting today was a prime example. Nine years
since I had seen her, one hour in her house, and I am naked and being
led to another house, where I will live as a female, at least, in
looks for the next few months. Then, the realization that if I don’t
find anything out in a short amount of time, I may be quite female
before this is over. Oh well, I have never been able to hold my own
with her, I doubt I will develop a backbone now, or have any better
luck evading her wishes this time around. There is just something
about her that makes you want to please her.
I washed my hands
and returned to bed, the negligee performing its magic on my body. I
eventually drifted off to sleep, memories of our exploits in school
running through my mind. I guess I dreamed during the night, my
negligee wrapped tightly around my body, requiring me to twist and
turn to free myself. Another stint in the bathroom, that warm seat on
the toilet so nice. As I made it back to bed, I noticed Jennifer had
laid out clothes for me to wear today. Nothing extremely feminine,
but still it was a skirt and blouse. The colors were tan and ivory,
not overly feminine colors, but those two items did lead my body into
a decidedly feminine look.
I was shook
awake, Jennifer quite persistent in her actions. She pointed to my
clothes on the chair, then proceeded to the door. When I questioned
no underwear, Jennifer just smiled. She did help me brush my hair,
before I was pushed out of the bedroom.
Jennifer told me
that everything else would be handled at the salon. Out to the car,
and thirty minutes later, I was being checked in for my first
appointment. The salon was huge and filled to capacity even at this
ungodly hour in the morning. Everywhere I looked, I saw females in
some stage of being made beautiful. If indeed a lot of these are
natural males, they are quite good at their trade.
I was taken back
to a treatment room, and my clothes removed. A stack of papers were
presented to me, I briefly glanced at them, and then signed them all.
A mouthpiece was slid into my mouth to whiten my teeth, when I bit
down on it, I realized that my teeth were stuck in the whitener. Now
naked and with no voice, an interesting start to the day.
Losing my body
hair was first on the agenda today. Two ladies came into the room and
started preparing things. As I was looking around the room, I noticed
a sign above the door with prices for hair removal. There was a
choice of a chemical treatment or waxing. I scribbled on a pad that I
was given, asking what treatment I would receive? The younger of the
two, told me what I would be waxed, a treatment they don’t do much
anymore because of the pain and expense. The cream much more
effective, and cheaper. I need to ask Jennifer later about this, I
think I have been had, on second thought, I am sure of having been
severally taken advantage of, translation I am now considered a ditzy
blonde, no thinking and a lower IQ. Again Francine, up to her usual
tricks.
Another ten
minutes, and they started. Between the two of them, they handled the
task with great precision. One spreading the wax, the other applying
the cloth and ripping it off. I guess I should be thankful for the
mouthpiece, my screams were quite muffled before they had a chance to
leak from my mouth. I can now attest to the fact that it is painful
from personal experience.
It took them
almost two hours to totally eliminate all of my body hair. Below the
hair on the top of my head, there was not a single hair follicle
left. That included my eyebrows, my groin area, even between my ass
cheeks. It was certainly a different feeling. Since I was still
naked, outbreaks of goose pimples were popping up everywhere. My
mouthpiece was eventually removed, the mirror showing how brilliant
white my teeth were now. The mirror also showed how smooth and
flawless my skin appeared, now that the hair had been disposed of.
There was some redness of the skin, but even that was fading some on
the areas that were done first.
With speech
possible again, I tried to start a conversation with the ladies,
Suzie the younger of the two, wanted to know how far I was going to
proceed. I told her it was still up in the air, one step at a time,
then, maybe on to another step. She confided in me that if I
continue, I will be quite pretty, my body and face easily feminized.
She treated my body with an amazing cream, rubbed on every part of my
body, yes even there. It was scented like hyacinths, now my body
smelled the same, definitely not a masculine scent.
I slipped on my
clothes, a very different feeling with no hair on my body. Still no
underwear, a very unusual feeling with junior swaying underneath the
skirt. I signed for the bill, then set up front waiting for Jennifer
to pick me up. We had arranged for her to take her time coming to get
me that would allow me to look around and maybe talk to some of the
other staff.
I was fascinated
at what I saw, Francine has quite a gold mine here, the large salon
almost full, at least a hundred customers, and no telling how many
technicians. Very few customers were recognizable as males or former
males. From my view up front, I could pick out maybe fifteen possible
males. The rest looked like genuine females. The hard part to grasp
is that they all looked beautiful. I know that is a widely underrated
word, but most of the salon’s customers would be considered quite
beautiful, at least a seven on a scale of ten.
Like Francine, I didn’t see anything questionable going on, most
everybody just doing their job to the best of their ability. The
customers enjoying the services performed on them, quite often
looking to the mirrors at their reflections. Jennifer arrived, and I
was helped into the car, and we headed back home. I figured some
lunch, and then I could play some computer games for the rest of the
afternoon. Wrong, my partner and co-hort in this scenario had other
things in mind.
I did get the
lunch, some salads that were already prepared in the refrigerator.
Jennifer told me that Francine’s cook would be making our meals,
and she would pick them up during the day. The hot meals would be
warmed in the convection oven, salads and desserts kept in the
refrigerator. We finished the salads, and I looked through the rest
of the house.
One room was set
up with exercise equipment that looked very professional. There was
an office in one of the bedrooms, with a computer and some office
equipment. My bedroom, Jennifer’s bedroom, a kitchen, dining room
and a huge living room. At the end of the last room a huge fireplace
taking up the entire wall. That room had outside access to a huge
patio, running the whole length of the house. The patio was enclosed,
glass for the walls and ceiling. Like being in a greenhouse. Right in
the middle of the patio was a brick fire pit, almost six feet across.
The patio roof over the pit was open, with only a metal grate to keep
out unwanted intruders. I was very impressed.
Jennifer found
me, leading me back to my bedroom. I was set on the edge of the bed
and my feet were slipped into some heels after having some knee-highs
slid up my leg. I tried to protest, but Jennifer was just as stubborn
as Francine, and just as focused. Soon, I was prancing around the
room in four inch heels. I did stumble at first, but she gave me some
pointers, after that, it was much easier. An hour of walking around
the house, then a stroll outside through the patio into the back
yard. I was surprised to see a flagstone walk that lead through the
surrounding landscape, then circling around to come back to the
patio.
Unfortunately,
another hour was spent making the circuit, every time I slowed down,
Jennifer would show up to urge me on. After two and a half hours in
the heels, I was allowed to sit in the office, my feet and calves of
my legs most appreciative. The files from last night handed back to
me, and the door closed as she went to torture someone else. Boy,
talk about a task master, she is definitely one of the best in her
trade. I wonder if she was trained as a drill sergeant, her behavior
and actions just like a few sergeants I have had experience with
several years ago.
I managed to get
through all the files, nothing notable or standing out. I did have
some connections in government and was able to run a security check
on all of her employees. It came back with all of them squeaky clean.
Two had traffic tickets, and that was from five years ago. Every once
in a while, Jennifer would check on me, then go back to what she was
doing. When she saw I was through with the files, she handed me a
disc to be inserted into the computer. When it loaded, it was a voice
training program for transsexuals. So I spent the next three hours,
until dinner, practicing my female voice.
Quite often
Jennifer would come in and listen for a while to see how I am was
doing. When she came to tell me dinner was ready, she had a spray
bottle with her. She asked me to open my mouth and she sprayed one
pumps’ worth down my throat. It felt cooling, and also seemed to
soothe my vocal cords. When I asked her what we were having for
dinner, a distinctly feminine voice was heard. I put my hand up to my
mouth and tried again, the same result as last time, soft and
delicate.
I came to the
realization that my three times a week appointments were not the only
source of changes for my body. At the end of the first day, walking
in heels, a very feminine voice, along with no body hair, spoke of
how quick I was progressing towards a female persona. The dinner was
good, but obviously, I was thought to be too fat, since a salad with
grilled chicken was all I received. Don’t get me wrong, it was
scrumptious, just not as filling as I was used to. I tried to get her
to pity me some, my best puppy dog look getting me absolutely
nothing. Well she did giggle a lot at my facial expressions, but
still no more food.
Jennifer
apparently was getting used to me some, we talked during dinner and
then walked the path outside several times to help work off our meal.
She coaxed a little of my history out, giggling at some of the things
that Francine and I did, along with the trouble that invariably
followed us. She has been working for Francine for six years, taking
on projects as needed for her boss. I am the latest project, but she
would not tell me any more info about this latest assignment of hers.
When we got back
to the house, she suggested a card game, something to while away the
hours till bedtime. We ended up playing twenty-one, after several
hands, I realized how bad a player I was. Jennifer was confident,
decisive and ruthless with her playing, taking almost every hand,
even if she had squat for cards. In between hands, we talked a lot,
even about the problem at the salon. Jennifer did agree with Francine
that something was going on there.
I got a different
nightie for bed that night, and a thong for underwear, it was so
brief, my penis barely fitting in the small patch of fabric in the
crotch. The nightie was long and lacey sweeping the floor with its
hem. What surprised me was Jennifer braiding my longish hair and
adding a ribbon to secure it. After using the bathroom, one look in
the mirror and I knew it wouldn’t be much longer until my image
would be all girl. Even I could see the female in me emerging, and
this is only after one day.
The next day, she
actually let me sleep in till nine. I need to thank the gods for
that. Back in the heels, then underwear, consisting of a loose
fitting bra with matching panties. According to Jennifer, the bra is
just to get me used to the constriction around my chest. Nothing in
the cups yet, but I knew it wouldn’t be empty long. The matching
panties felt good to slip on; yesterday, without any on, made me
appreciate having something to confine junior with. They were bikini
cut, but did manage to cover the necessary appendage. A different
skirt, this one hugging my thighs tightly, restricting my movements.
The blouse was absurd, I didn’t think it possible to get this much
lace on a blouse. Long sleeved and a fitted collar with lace hanging
from the cuffs and bunched up around my neck. Even though my bra was
empty, the blouse gave the illusion that I was very well endowed.
Then, I was shown
the heels, I let out a groan as she slipped them on my feet. Two
dainty straps to hold them on my feet, and five inches of a slender
stiletto like heel. I didn’t say anything to Jennifer, but my stare
was trying to burn holes in her face. Just like Francine, she just
smirked and buckled up the other heel. Up on my feet, and led to the
kitchen, where a shake was to be my only nourishment. Again, another
of my looks, her curt reply is that you have twenty pounds to lose,
and it will be gone or else. I did not ask about the or ‘else’.
Another confirmation that she was an ex DI from one of the armed
services. She certainly sounds and acts like one.
Outside again,
and back to walking the circuit around the yard. Somehow, Jennifer
has missed her calling, I am sure they always need another
dominatrix, especially one this well trained and skilled. She had a
way about her, just like Francine when we were younger. A whip was
not necessary, just her determination, and her stare got me to do as
I was told. After my stroll, I had to help her clean the kitchen, the
counters and the few dishes we had used all that needed to be done.
Once that was handled, back to the office, where I was given a list
of the employees of the salon and their area of expertise. My
appointment tomorrow was for breasts, then depending on what I felt
about the list I’d been given, I would be able to select the best
people or person to pursue; I could change my appointments to be
around them as they worked on me.
After I had
memorized most of the employees, and their area of expertise, the
afternoon was spent trying on clothes to see what needed adjustments.
We had a small pile, that Jennifer would get altered, and returned to
us later in the week. Dinner was actually some food, a pasta dish
with broiled sirloin strips and sautéed vegetables. It was so good,
but when I saw the portion size that was on my plate, I almost cried.
I did get dessert, a banana with chocolate sauce sparingly gracing
the top, oh, and one single solitary cherry midst the chocolate.
Tonight, I
watched security coverage of the salon, four hours worth to see if
anything stood out. I pinpointed one tech that maybe was trying to
conceal something, Jennifer telling me that was Wanda, their nail
tech. I asked Jennifer to get me an appointment with her as soon as
possible and we will go from there.
The next day’s
appointment was not at seven, but eight AM, and is still too damn
early in my book. The addition of breasts was done in a treatment
room at the back of the salon. A large machine was wheeled in, just
the size of it intimidated me a little. Two cups were glued to my
chest, centered over my nipples. Hoses were hooked up to that and the
machine was switched on.
Instantly, some
of my flab on my chest was sucked into the cups. As I looked closer,
the cups seemed to be huge, way bigger than a normal female would
want on her body. There was no one to ask about it, the rhythm of the
pulsating pump kind of lulling me into sleep. When I woke later, it
was too late, the cups already filled to the brim. I wasn’t sure
what to think, imagining any part sucked from my body, would not just
go back in when not wanted anymore. When I looked at the clock on the
wall, five hours had passed. Time sure flies when you are having fun.
With the machine
turned off, the hoses were unhooked and a spray was applied to the
forms. A hair dryer was used to treat the forms next, the forms
softening some, but still physically intact. I was told in a day or
two the forms would dissolve completely leaving only soft breast
tissue behind. I was still in awe at the size of them, I had dated
some in my life, although encountering very few females with breasts
this big.
I was given a bra
to wear, its cups very comforting as my new breasts settled in. I
wondered as I was situating my new breasts in the cups better, why a
breast form glued to my chest might be just as effective for my
purposes. Another question for Francine, although I doubt I will get
any answer in a timely manner. That question to join the others in
que, maybe Jennifer can help obtain an answer this week. Then a
thought, it doesn’t make any difference since I already have them
and they are now part of me.
Any more thoughts
on that subject were interrupted as Wanda came in getting ready to
give me long nails. She laid extensions by each of my fingers, then
soaked my fingers in a solution in a bowl. I would have thought
Jennifer would have just got me a manicure appointment, not long
elegant extensions. She and I talked as my nails were prepared, then,
the extensions were glued to my nails. A stint under a UV light would
make them permanent until my own nails grew out. I am not sure I
liked the word permanent used in this manner.
She would wander
off when my hands were under the UV light, but I didn’t see
anything nefarious being done or talked about. Once the nails had
been set, a clear base coat, then three coats of polish, followed by
a clear top coat were applied, each one set under the UV light before
she continued. I did find out that longer nails severally limited the
use of my fingers. After stabbing myself several times, I stopped
trying to do things for myself in self-preservation. The color and
the shine was what made them unforgettable. I am sure anyone looking
in my direction would notice them, well maybe after a glance at my
breasts. There was no verdict on Wanda, I saw nothing nefarious
during my time with her.
As I was waiting
for Jennifer, I talked with the receptionist about the business and
the customers. She has been here for three years, loving her job and
all the people she gets to meet every day. I did notice she marked
her big book on the front counter with an X when something on a list
attached to my name was completed. I need to check in on that, the
list and what it was for.
Back to my home,
since we missed lunch with the double appointments, Jennifer said
dinner would be ready earlier, with us eating around four P.M. My
stomach growled its disapproval, but it didn’t change anything.
Some more walking, while helping with my weight some, I am sure
walking in anything but heels would now require some effort on my
part. Since this adventure started, I have not been in a pair of
heels less than four inches high, now walking as a female just
automatic, my back end swaying a little as I make my way around the
house and yard.
Dinner was some
rice and beans, very good, but after thirty minutes, I swore I had
not eaten anything. Entertainment tonight was another card game,
Jennifer wanting to play strip poker. I raised my eyebrow at that,
well, what was left of them after the waxing. She actually let me win
a couple of hands, me getting to see her bra and underwear. It was
short lived though, she taking the next five hands with ease. I had
my panties left and that was all. I swear it had suddenly turned
chilly in the house, I was shivering as we played one more hand. You
guessed it, she called my last bid, asking if I wanted to add to the
stakes some. Stupid me agreed, she would be naked if I won the pot
and a piece of paper representing an item of apparel to be added to
my body was placed in the pot, since I had no more items to be
removed other than the panties.
I never looked
what was on the piece of paper, figuring I was going to win this
anyway, since I had two queens in my hand and a deuce, that wild card
that would give me three queens, almost guarantying me a winning
hand. Well karma is a bitch apparently, as she had a straight and I
had lost again, I was dragged to the bedroom, my panties left on my
chair at the table.
Standing by the
bed, as she removed a lacy garment from my closet. She wrapped it
around my chest and stomach hooking the front as she went. Then,
around to my back and she started taking in the laces. I had never
had any experience with one, not even aware of what it was used for,
it did have dainty half cups that nestled underneath my new breasts.
As she tightened the laces I found my waist shrinking and my
breathing become much more difficult.
She stopped her
tightening for a minute. “Don’t you just love your corset?” she
said with a teasing smile.
“No, I can’t
say that I do.” Then the tightening resumed, and for the next hour
she tried to cut me in two. Finally, she stopped and tied off the
laces, moving a strip of material that was to the side of the laces
over the laces and took two small padlocks and locked the lacing
strip up. “All secure and locked up, it will be much easier to stay
on your diet now; no room for any food in your stomach always helps
with diets,” she stated with a smile. It had been handled so fast,
I was still trying to get used to the tightness of the garment. How
that lightweight piece of lace could grip me so tight, making
breathing almost impossible. I could get breaths, but only small
ones, making me extremely light headed for a while.
This definitely
shows that I had stopped my schooling after junior college, I walked
right into this one, and am now securely locked up for who knows how
long. Like I said, Jennifer and Francine are so identical, almost as
if they were directly related. It took me quite a while to get used
to the tightness of the corset, a little past midnight, I finally
fell asleep for a short period of time; then I had to get up, the
corset pressing on my kidneys requiring more frequent bathroom
visits. I was still hungry some, but was sure there was no room for
anything that I might procure.
Morning again,
more time in the heels, then I was taught how to do laundry. To be
specific Jennifer’s and my lingerie, okay, bras, nighties and
panties for the inexperienced. It seems that one pair of panties a
day is not sufficient, any reason to change clothes needs fresh
panties. With the corset locked on, I won’t be contributing to the
number of bras for a while. At least that will help for future
laundry days.
After the laundry
was handled, teaching me the proper ways to sit, both in a chair and
the car was tackled. Other subjects included, how to pick up
something from the floor and keep modest, also proper dining room
etiquette. After three hours of this practice, I asked Jennifer flat
out what any of this had to do with me finding out what was going on
at the salon. Her one word answer, ‘nothing’. I stared at her,
finally she broke out in giggles, and said, “It does keep your mind
occupied and functioning.”
The instruction
kept up for the rest of the afternoon, I was almost looking forward
to going back to the salon tomorrow so I could rest some. But, then
again, that meant another step towards femininity. Looking in the
mirror, my image couldn’t stand many more steps without changing
the sex on my driver’s license.
Of course, the
exercise equipment had to be utilized, you can’t have all of that
equipment just sitting there, it needs to be used. For the next three
hours that is what I did. Exercising would maybe be tolerable, but in
the corset it was pure agony. Of course, using the exercise equipment
was not to be done without my heels on. Jennifer was pleased when I
completed the time, back in my bedroom, she was able to tighten my
corset some, the exercise helping tone down my flab.
I was spared an
early morning wake-up call, getting to sleep till almost nine A.M. In
a skirt and blouse, of course, some heels and we were off to the
salon. This time, I suspected my male apparatus would get hid, but
they surprised me again by focusing on my hair. After it was washed
and conditioned, a foul smelling paste was spread throughout, making
sure the hair roots were covered. From the light color of the paste,
I sensed my hair color was to change, most likely to the blonde
tones. It took quite a while for the bleach to lighten my brunette
hair, then, several conditioners were applied and let set. Then, the
hair was sectioned and another paste was applied to selected
sections, a pinkish blonde in color and wrapped in a piece of foil.
One of my girlfriends had this treatment, her highlights making her
so feminine. I guess I will join those ranks, as soon as the paste
has done its job.
While waiting for
all of this to be done, I had ample opportunity to chat with the
girls and a few customers while I was under the dryer, before I was
hauled away for another treatment. I did hear DGF mentioned several
times, but had not had the opportunity to ask what that stood for
yet. About the time an opening came up in the conversation, I was
moved or leaned back to have another treatment applied. Maybe that is
what is going on behind the scenes.
It was never kept
a secret, but there were only a few ladies talking about it in the
salon. When somebody new was around, I noticed it was not brought up.
Finally my hair treatments were apparently done as my hair was now
set in curlers, a multitude of them in several sizes. Before the hair
was wrapped around the curler, it was saturated in a spray, then
wound tightly. I felt like each section of hair was being slowly
pulled out by the roots. I am sure it was just the tight rolling, but
it sure felt like I was being punished.
I did manage to
find a little about what DGF was, something new that only recently
came upon the scene. What they did though, evaded me. It seemed that
everyone who had heard about it was looking forward to taking
advantage of their services, whatever they were. The letters
apparently stood for Destination Gender Female.
Under a dryer for
almost forty minutes, then my hair checked to see if it was indeed
dry. Once it was deemed dry enough, I was taken back to a stylist
chair and the curlers removed. I had perfect rolls of hair, the exact
same size as the curler all over my head. She took a brush and
started loosening the curls some. Immediately, they popped back
although not quite as tight a curl as before. She applied some heat
from a hand held hair dryer while continuing with the brushing. End
result is a new hair style absolutely covered in curls bouncing all
over the place. Longer curls over my ears, and the curls at the back
of my neck still longer yet. It was a very feminine style, not
something you would ever find on a member of the male gender.
As she was adding
some hair spray, I was told that the setting lotion used, would keep
my curls for months, the only thing necessary to regain the hair
style was to brush it lightly and add a little hair spray. Another
concerned thought entering my mind, but I dismissed it immediately,
she would not even consider doing something like that to me would
she? Time will tell, now finished, time to wait until Jennifer comes
to pick me up.
I did keep
thinking about it though, we were pals back then, sharing all of
life’s experiences. Closer than most friends, but never anything
more. Even when she started to change, I still treated her the same,
for she was still the same person I knew and cared for, just
packaging it different than in times past. I often felt the same pull
that swept Francine along her path, but for me, it was easy to keep
it under control. At least, I thought I was keeping it under control
in my mind. But the thought that this was some elaborate scheme to
sweep me along, had already seen the light of day; I doubted I could
put it back and stop thinking about it.
I was getting
friendly with all the technicians now, most of them calling me by
name and even with my limited memory, I was remembering their name
too. Talk about our hairstyles, some new makeup or color, all were
subjects of our conversations. We even talked about Jennifer, my
taskmaster. Most of them knew her from previous encounters. She was a
trusted employee of Francine’s, very efficient and definitely no
nonsense. I concurred on that last statement wholeheartedly.
According to the
other techs, she used another one of the company’s salons for her
beauty needs, one closer to Francine’s home. It was a slightly
smaller salon, but did almost twice the business of this salon. The
reason being, that it was closer to the wealthier clientele of
Scottsdale; they treasured their private beauty time, and willingly
paid for it. Another interesting piece of information I need to check
into. If Jennifer is only working for Francine, why is she using the
pricier salon for her beauty services, I would think the cheaper
salon would help her stretch her salary more?
At times, I think
the only mystery here is why I am here? There are rumors abound, but
mostly just that. I have not seen anything nefarious going on, her
employees are all thrilled to be working for her, willing to do
anything she asks them to do.
That reminds me,
I am supposed to be working for her in a job after this week, and I
have no idea what it is, or what it entails. Jennifer walks in at
exactly that point, smiles and leads me out. I have noticed that most
of the salon’s customers are led around, her employees taking their
hands and leading them to the next service or task. I guess because
since we hope to portray a female that makes us slightly submissive.
Oh shit, I just included me in that ‘we’, I guess along with
everything else, I have slipped further into this feminine trap,
probably providing Francine with some chuckles.
We didn’t head
back to the house as usual; this time driving into town. I watched
out the windows as we traveled through downtown Scottsdale, and
toward the clubby area of town. It was half way between Scottsdale
and Tempe, a university town, so the area pulled patrons from both
areas. A couple of country bars, known for their line dancing,
several upscale restaurants, a nightclub or two, and a teenage
hangout that did not serve alcoholic drinks, at the far end of the
block. Jennifer pulled up in front of one of the nightclubs, and I
let out an audible groan. It was called the Turnabout, female
impersonators, at their best. Jennifer was giggling at my reactions,
even as she came around to my door and helped me out of the car.
All those
feelings of insecurity, and those million butterflies in my stomach,
were suddenly there. I took a deep breath and followed her into the
club. Although they were open, there was no customers. We walked back
through the club, to offices that were down a hall to the rear of the
club. I was greeted by a stately female, her eyes scanned every inch
of my body. She introduced herself, her name was Barbara, but she
preferred the name Barbie. I could see why, her generous breasts
narrowed to a tiny waist, then out to womanly hips before descending
to two long lean shapely legs. She looked to be wearing five inch
heels or higher, having no trouble navigating in them. The name fit
since she looked a lot like the doll, only a living breathing one.
Her next
statement caught me by surprise as she asked me to strip. I
considered defying her, but knew, one way or the other, I would be
coerced or blackmailed into doing as I was told. I removed my
clothes, the red on my face making my makeup look paler than it was.
I was given the once over, then, handed a brief pantie looking
object, that covered very little. She helped me pull it on, then
re-arranged my privates until my balls popped back inside of me. I
knew it was possible, but was not aware of it happening to me before.
Looking in the mirror, that took one whole wall of her office, I saw
an attractive female ready for a place on the stage, maybe a dancer.
The corset remained, much to my disappointment.
I was afraid that
was where I was headed, letting out a big sigh when I was told I
would be the hostess every evening from nine P.M. to three A.M.
Considering the other possibility, I was actually happy to be
assigned that job. That is, until I saw the skyscraper heels, that I
would have to wear. They weren’t ballet boots but damn near. If I
had to estimate the heel height, I would say around seven inches.
Once on with the locking ankle strap, I would be stuck in them until
quitting time. I was able to wobble around on them that was a plus,
but soon realized that six hours in them would have my feet in total
agony. My endless practice at home made walking in these possible but
not comfortable.
Next, was my
outfit for the evening, a micro mini skirt that barely covered the
pantie, so tight that it took both of us to get it on me. Without the
corset it would not have fit, that is for sure. Then, a brief blouse,
covered in lace, the neckline scooped low to show off my assets. My
breasts were almost falling out of the top. I am sure if I leaned
over, they would indeed pop out of the blouse. The bad part was it
buttoned up the back, removing it, by myself, would take quite a feat
of dexterity. Then, the locks, to add to the decorum of the club, all
of their floor help had locks on their clothes. Now my blouse, skirt
and shoes, showing obvious signs of being locked on, something for
the customers to talk about on their visit to the club.
Not to miss an
opportunity, ribbons were added to my curls at the back of my head,
black and white to match my outfit. I didn’t notice what the ribbon
was made of till later, as a couple of the ribbons swung before my
face. The ribbons were lace, making the hairstyle look delicate and
extremely feminine.
I made a couple
of trips around the office in the heels, finally able to walk in a
somewhat normal way, make that teeter along. I was taken to the lobby
of the club, and shown where I will situate myself until a customer
comes in. On an elevated stool near the center of the area, was to be
where I would sit. I tried it and found the next problem, my whole
genital area is on full display. If I kept my legs together to keep
modest, I slid off the stool. To stay on the stool, I would have to
spread them slightly, letting everyone see that I was not entirely
female. Well maybe not that detailed a look, but panty color, or
decorations, a definite possibility. The fact that the skirt was so
short, made spreading my legs even a little, nearly impossible, thus
adding to the clothing problems. I am sure that was the idea,
Jennifer sat over in the corner, watching as I figured this out. A
smile or smirk always on her face.
Then, the next
revelation, since I am doing so good, I can work the shift tonight.
My mouth wide open, Jennifer closing it with her finger, then giving
me a cheek kiss and hug. “I will be back to pick you up when you
get off, be good.” She just turned away, and walked out of the
club, never even looking back at me.
Barbie took me to
the back and got me some food, since I would miss dinner at home. She
did ask me what I would like, I gave her several options, getting the
healthier of my choices on the plate that was brought to me. I sat
there munching on my dinner, wondering where all of this was going.
Essentially a female now, at least in looks, and behavior. Now a job
as a female, in a club dressed very provocatively and in seven inch
heels. I never saw any of this as a possibility when Francine asked
me to help. After the light meal, I headed to the ladies room to do
my business before it gets busy. I struggled in getting the skirt up
so that I could pee, then again as I coaxed it back into position,
The image in the mirror was all woman, causing me to giggle a little.
I always followed
Francine in all of her adventures and pranks, now the image before me
shows that I have indeed followed her, also, in what she did with her
life. Now a woman, and from the looks of things in my case, a female
for quite a while. The breasts, the nails and the curly hair are
prime examples of me being a female for quite some time.
There was some
time to kill, before the club usually got busy, so I made my way
around, watching the place getting set-up, the kitchen getting the
food started, and the other girls getting dressed for the evening. I
made a lot of friends, welcomed by everyone. We talked about the
club, about our lives and anything else girly. My original guess that
this was one of Francine’s recent purchases was correct. She bought
the club and twelve others about a month ago. She has let them run as
before, not making any sweeping changes yet.
The girls wanted
to practice their routines, since they had made some changes in their
act recently. I sat in the club and watched them strut their stuff.
They were all good, no lip syncing, their real voices used. One
comedian in the group, reminded me of a friend from years ago. She
did comedy for the school talent show, her timing was her skill,
Glenda the comedian performing before me, shared the same timing. Of
course, her looks added much to the act, busty, long legs and a
gorgeous ass certainly didn’t do her any harm.
The job wasn’t
bad, it was nice to interact with some of the customers as I seated
them. There was time to observe what was going on in the club, the
performers, the waitresses and the bartenders. It did prove to be a
long night however. The heels were as thought, as the night wore on
the heels made their presence even more known. I did make it to
closing time, Barbie giving the keys to my outfit to Jennifer. She
swung the key back and forth, as I scurried after her. Of course, I
was stuck in the clothes and shoes until we got home.
As I was removing
my body from the outfit, Jennifer told me that Francine wanted a
report on the club, my observations and thoughts before I went to
bed, since it was fresh in my mind. The fact that my mind was half
asleep didn’t seem to matter. I set in front of the computer and
made my thoughts known, then sent the email. Now if Francine had been
awake to receive it I wouldn’t have felt so bad, but I am sure she
was comfy in her bed at four AM in the morning.
I actually got to
sleep late that morning, Jennifer removing me from my cozy bed at a
little before noon. A salad again, but I did receive small steak
chunks on top of this one. They were so good, marinated and melt in
your mouth tender. My appointment at the salon wasn’t until five,
then, when finished there, right to the club.
More walking,
this time the seven inch heels from the club. I did ask Jennifer
about me wearing heels all the time, would I ever be able to wear
flats or male shoes again? Her answer shocked me. “Never. You are
now addicted to heels for the rest of your life.” I waited for an
explanation or reason for this, but as usual it never arrived.
For my afternoon
task, I had to wash my hair, dry it and brush it back into place. It
was real easy after the first couple of tries. I did wonder about
later when this job was over with, me with a female hairdo and only
able to walk in heels, does not speak well about blending back into
my male life. Then, that thought again, would Francine really do
that to me, her old pal from childhood? I shook it off again, but
each time it lingered in my thoughts for a longer period of time.
A meal is next,
really just a bigger snack, then dressed for the club, my heels
already donned for the evening. I seems that I could feel the weight
disappearing, for one thing my corset was getting looser, but my DI
was quick to notice and had me tightened snug and locked in before I
could enjoy the freedom. I did notice that my appetite was not as
strong as before, my glimpses of my image in the mirror making me
smile quite often, the reflection now feminine without much doubt.
Back to the club
after a short visit to the salon. This time nothing but getting my
ears pierced. Three holes in each ear, lasered in and requiring no
time to heal. A pair of studs, a set of hoops and a pair of long
dangly earrings that reached all the way to my chest. Talk about
getting used to something the earrings were so disconcerting, my
focus on them all night long. Another six hour stint as the hostess,
now a quite fashionable one no less.
I figured out the
best way to handle the stool at the entrance, was to not sit, but
just lean against the stool for support. It was heavy enough that it
stayed in place without too much trouble. It took several days before
the shoes became bearable, the thought of what I would have to do
later to return to the male life was depressing. Maybe a private
investigator that dressed as a female was my only choice. Every day I
seemed one step closer to that possibility.
I did make notes,
as the evening progressed, about the club, its employees and
performers. Nothing radical, just a couple of things that if
implemented would make things more profitable. When it was quiet and
I hadn’t any thoughts to record, I began to wonder about the salon
tomorrow. Maybe I need to find out more about that sheet the
receptionist was marking on about each customer. That way, I might
know what might be coming my way. Then again, do I really want to
know what is in store for me?
Then a brief
thought, I am working seven days at the club, everybody gets at least
a day off every once in a while, why not me. If I ask Jennifer, will
I get an answer, or will it be ignored? Maybe on the way home,
Jennifer and I need to have a discussion on this and several other
topics. I actually made a list and in order of their importance to
me. Now if I can just have the courage to make her answer me.
We actually had
quite a crowd that showed up late, Jennifer had to wait for me to get
done and help close the club. It was four AM when I exited the club.
When I got in the car, I sat up front with her, reaching over and
removing the keys from the ignition. She smiled, then surprised me
with her next statement. “Go ahead ask away, it took you long
enough to work up to it.”
I swallowed, not
expecting her to be so frank. “Okay, is this all planned out to get
me to be a female in life?”
‘Yep’, was
her one word reply?
“Is this for
the short term or for the rest of my life?”
“Think about
it, you know the answer to that one and have known it since we
started, just have not let it see daylight in your thoughts.”
“Is there
really a problem at the salons?”
She reached in to
my hands and removed the keys, started the car and we headed home.
When she parked in the garage, she looked my way grasping one of my
hands in hers. “There is a meeting with Francine next week on
Thursday, wait until then and she will explain all of it to you. I
think you already know the answer, just want some conformation of
what you are thinking. Maybe for once in your life, you should think
for yourself, make your own conclusions and act on them as if you
know what you want in life. I think you will find yourself quite
happy and most likely totally surprised.”
As I entered the
house, I was tempted to raid the refrigerator for something to eat,
but instead, stood erect letting my breasts jut out into view, and
headed to my bedroom. I did hear some giggling from Jennifer. I was
tired, walking on my tiptoes is tiring, but at least I am getting
better, the heels not bothering me much anymore. After being unlocked
I quickly got undressed and slipped into my nightie. A quick visit to
the bathroom and I was in bed drifting off into dreamland.
The next day
around noon, I was just lying there, staring at the ceiling. What
Jennifer said made a lot of sense. I never in my life made a decision
on my own, just waited for someone else to make it for me. Even my
attempt at a business was not really my idea, a friend suggested it,
and made most of the arrangements for me. I just added my name and
paid for the first month’s rent on the office. It worked, while not
making me a fortune, it paid my bills and kept me out of trouble,
well up to now it had.
I thought back to
Francine, again more of the same. Even now, she is leading me where I
should be, and me just following along doing as she says. Maybe it is
time for me to lead myself, it might be interesting at the very
least. I got out of bed, did my bathroom thingies, slipped on a robe
and headed to the kitchen. Jennifer looked up and smiled, a bigger
grin I have never seen on her face.
Good morning
Callie, what can I get you? I just looked at her, then broke out in
giggles. I need you to make me an appointment at the salon for as
much as they can do in the time before I have to go to work.
Everything on my list is fair game, the list that the receptionist
keeps at her desk. Then, I need to go shopping tomorrow, right after
I get back from work, will you go with me, I do need some good advice
on clothing and colors. I saw her nodding her head in the affirmative
quire energetically.
Now for the hard
part, I want you to keep your mouth shut with Francine, this is now
between her and I, and you need to butt out. If that is not possible
let me know and I will find out a way to get around on my own. Well
what will it be?
I was almost
knocked over, her all-encompassing hug very firm and unyielding. “No
problem Callie, I am happy to help.”
“I have a few
questions I need answered.”
“I have been
expecting more of them for quite some time, so go ahead and ask
away.”
“To get the
remainder of my treatments, do I need to pay the salon fees now?”
“Nope all
beauty services for employees of Francine are paid for.
“Can we use the
other salon for the remainder of my treatments or is that risking
running into Francine?”
“No, she uses
the larger one in Phoenix for her beauty services.”
“Do I need to
get some of my own money for shopping tomorrow or is it somehow
covered?”
“I have a
credit card in your name, the bills will not appear until the first
of the month, so she will not be aware of your purchases. You have a
bank account too, your pay from the nightclub is deposited there
weekly, and there should be about three thousand in the account now.”
“Is my job as
the hostess just that or am I expected to run the clubs?”
“Why don’t
you find out yourself, what harm will it do to try your hand at the
job, all they can say is, I don’t think so.”
“Well what are
you waiting for, I will get dressed, and Callie is now on a mission.”
“Yes mam.” As
she is walking to her purse to get her phone, I hear giggling
escaping from her mouth. I do feel better, for once I am making the
decisions, now, if I can just keep from getting into too much
trouble, well more than I am in now. I skipped to my bedroom, quite a
feat since I am in my bedroom heels, but never the less
accomplishable.
As I was
dressing, I realized that I might slip into some trouble on my own,
no longer having to wait for Francine to stir it up. A pleasant
feeling passed over me, if I continued on this path, I would be
making my own decisions, not waiting for someone else to make them
for me. Then a scary thought made its presence known. Oh gawd, I am
finally growing up, there might not be any hope for the free world
anymore! In my late twenties and acting like an adult, surely the men
in white coats can’t be far away.
I threw on some
clothes, anything will do, since I can find something more
appropriate later at the salon. We made the trip there in record
time, according to Jennifer enough time to allow them to make more
changes. I was hustled back to a treatment room as soon as I stuck my
head in the door. Secured in a funny looking chair, my feet were
spread wide. Now naked and very vulnerable, the last day of my
masculinity was apparent. A numbing spray was applied and junior was
glued between my legs. A tech brought in a box and it was laid on the
nearby counter top. Surprisingly, it had my name written on it, the
Callie name that is, confirming some of my previous thoughts.
I was asked
several times if I was sure, my response always yes, I am positive.
It was glued over my former male equipment, now only an inviting
slit, surrounded with two soft lips, just like a modern female, hair
free. The tech made sure it worked properly, as I was penetrated, my
response confirmed that it was working quite well. If I can just get
my breath back, that was some test ride. Now that the body is one
hundred percent female, Callie is a real person. Well ninety-eight
per-cent, boobs and a vagina, completing the changeover to the female
sex.
As I was taken to
a room to get lessons in makeup, my only thought kept bouncing around
in my mind. This is really fun, why haven’t I indulged myself
before now? The tech did my makeup, then took it all off and made me
do it. It was two hours later when I succeeded enough for her to pass
on my work. I ended up with an evening look, perfect for the club. I
had time to browse their fashions before Jennifer picked me up. I
decided on a brief dress, low scooped neckline and skirt ending just
below my panties. I already had the heels on, so I was ready to go.
When we got to
the club I took in a deep breath, making my breasts stand proud and
erect. I got out before Jennifer could get my door and strutted into
the club. I walked into Barbara’s office, since she is the manager
that is who I need to deal with. I had a list of some improvements
that I felt needed to be implemented and made them known to her. No
argument, no remarks, other than she would take care of it.
After handing her
the list, I walked out to the lobby and assumed my position. She came
out later with another girl who would take my place, I kept her out
there, but showed her what I wanted done and how I wanted it handled.
By the end of the evening she was doing it comfortably with no help
from me. I suspected she knew a lot more than she let on, playing
dumb for most of the night.
The whole day was
a thrill, making up my own mind, acting on the spur of the moment and
loving being a female. After the club closed, Barbara pulled me into
her office. She thanked me for the direction I supplied earlier and
the way I handled it with her. If I wanted to help in the other
clubs, she would send my info to them, and let them know that I was
friendly and very helpful. Also quite the babe.
I told her she
wasn’t getting rid of me that easy, I will still be by daily, to
help if needed and gave her my cell phone number in case she needed
to call me. We had changed suddenly to a different relationship, her
recognizing my job as her boss.
She told me, “I
already have your number along with all the other managers. Before
you showed up, Francine told us she had someone to oversee the clubs,
smart, pretty and very talented. Any problems that we needed help
with we were to contact you, and if we were offered suggestions, we
were to embrace them quickly and willingly.
Now one of my
dancers has had a death in the family and will be out for a couple of
days, it would be helpful if you could come by to learn the routine
so you can fill in for her. The girls rehearse at four in the
afternoon and Julie will be going home tomorrow morning. So be
prompt, the other girls can’t wait to rehearse and perform with
you.”
Just like that I
was hugged and pushed out the door. Before I could run away, Jennifer
was there to take my hand and lead me to the car. I knew when I came
here the first time that I would be on that damn stage, it just took
a couple of weeks for it to happen. Barbara was giggling and no doubt
on the phone to Francine as soon as the door closed. I am her boss,
yet now I am lined up to fill in as a showgirl in her club. Oh well,
trouble seems to find me, nothing new there. But I did wonder why in
the heck I was doing this if I am their boss. I never did answer that
question, but I didn’t find someone else to fill in for the dancer
either.
The next morning
we made the two hour plus trip to Tucson, where the second club was
located. The manager was waiting for me, I received a hug and then
walked around the club with her, being introduced to all of the
employees. No missing dancers here, so I was safe I presumed. Barbara
had shared my pointers and suggestions and Gail had already
implemented most of them. Gail wanted to do some advertising in the
local underground paper, since the town is home to a quite good sized
university, she wanted to draw some of that younger crowd. I
suggested a drag night, karaoke, half price drinks and prizes for the
best female impersonator. It was set up for the next Friday and she
wanted me to MC the show and contest. Of course, dressed as a female.
It is amazing how I can get myself involved in all of this without
Francine’s help. I guess all of that time together with her has
rubbed off on me more than I thought.
I could have just
said no, I am the boss, but it was my idea for a drag night, so I
nodded my head and another commitment for me in female attire is now
in place. Of course, with all of my changes so far, I am now living
as a female, I guess working as one is no big deal any more.
I did sit and
watch their show, an idea to switch some of the acts from time to
time to different clubs would add to the uniqueness of the clubs. I
need to try it in a couple of clubs first to see if I am right. I got
hugged by all the girls, already it seemed like we were friends, they
were excited for the impromptu drag night, planning how they could
alter their act to fit in better.
We made the trip
back to Scottsdale in time for my rehearsal as a show gurl, the act
was not that difficult, a dance similar to a Can-Can but not as high
kicking. Then a rendition of I Feel Like A Woman. For some reason
they worked on this song longer making sure I had it memorized and
was confidant in my part. Since I was a little taller they had me in
the middle of the group, flanked on either side by the other girls.
With my new modified voice, I sounded pretty good, even if I do say
so myself.
After rehearsal,
we sat in the club and talked about the show, about the club and
about Barbie. One of the girls let it slip that she was a manager of
one of the other clubs, one located in Las Vegas. She was just
brought here to fill in until the new manager came on board. Once
again, my mind thought the worst, but promptly discounted it surely
something like that would not even be tried. The patrons started
showing up, the gal that I had helped last night doing quite well,
like she had been doing the hostess position for weeks. Nah, just a
coincidence.
We took our
discussion back to the dressing rooms as the customers started
showing up. A couple of the girls when not on the stage helped serve
drinks, so they made their way to the bar. From the look of things we
were going to be packed tonight. I did recognize a few of the gals
from the salon as they entered and found seats. The gals helping at
the bar were swamped so I joined them trying to get them caught up.
Finally just a little before the first show, we managed to get all
the drinks served. As I made my way backstage, I saw no empty seats
anywhere.
My debut and the
place is packed! By this time I was a bundle of nerves, feeling very
fortunate that I had skipped any dinner, I doubt any of it would have
stayed down. I changed into my costume, what little of it there was
and stood to the side of the stage waiting for the music to start. I
took a peek at the crowd through the curtain, suddenly my eyes
fixated on one person. Gawd, what is she doing her tonight? Then to
her right is Jennifer, both of them with huge smiles on their faces.
Before I could run for the hills, the music started and I was dragged
onto the stage.
I kind of turned
off my brain, trying hard to remember what to do in the dancing part.
Then the number where I was to sing came on, the girls sang with me
for a couple of lines then left me on the stage to sing the rest. I
caught them leaving the stage, a sideways glance confirmed my
situation, I was now alone on the stage. Miraculously I continued on,
somehow not thinking of anything but finishing the number, my mind
focused on trying to remember the words to the song.
I received quite
a bit of applause, my mind though just wanted me to be anywhere but
on that stage. Jennifer caught me about half way down the steps to
the floor of the club and dragged me over to the table her and
Francine were sharing. Yes, Francine had sat and watched me perform
my number before a packed audience. I am sure I was more than red
that much blood all congregated in my head sure to cause lots of
problems, the color of my face the least of those troubles.
I was helped into
a chair between Francine and Jennifer. I did get a hug, one that was
held for quite some time. As I was eased down into my seat Francine
held onto my hand, not letting it go. “Well, Callie it took quite a
while but I can see that it was the right course of action.”
I started to say
something, but was instantly shushed. “I need to fill you in on the
parts you don’t know about yet. There are thirteen clubs altogether
to be overseen. You are the manager here, Barbie was just holding
fort until you came to your senses. She is actually the manager at
the one in Vegas. I have another purchase lined up, just awaiting my
new business partner to get her act together.”
“The hostess,
that covered for you is quite capable as a club manager and will look
after things while you see to the rest of the clubs. Jennifer is
yours to use, she has kind of fallen for you, so you two will have to
work something out. The house is yours, I have sold off your business
and canceled your apartment lease. You don’t have to thank me that
is what friends are for. Oh I forgot, here are your name change
papers, and an appointment with the same surgeon I used a few years
ago. Don’t miss the appointment.”
“The
partnership is fifty-fifty with Destination Gender Female getting ten
percent of the profit to pay back the initial purchase price. It is
yours to run, I don’t want to be bothered with details, just that
it stays solvent and financially secure. I insist on dinner once a
week, for one, I am interested in how you will turn out when all the
changes are in place. You had better not turn out better looking than
me, there will be hell to pay if you do.”
“Now you have
work to do, I am quite confident that you can get into plenty of
trouble without me, so you better get at it!” I got hugged to
death, the hug lasting a long time. The she kissed me directly on the
lips, even using a little tongue. That mischievous smirk on her face
as she turned and walked away. She was replaced by Jennifer, but she
wasn’t just interested in one kiss, over and over, my lips smashed
against hers. At the same time, I was literally squeezed to death,
her arms around me tightly never easing up.
I was gathered up
in Jennifer’s arms and led back to my office, still in a daze,
functioning on only part of my brain. I guess the great mystery has
now been solved, everything at the salon can return to normal, now
that Cal has been transformed into Callie.
Once the club was
closed, I was hustled out to the car and home. As we entered the
house, there was a trail of clothes right to my bedroom, I was pushed
naked into the bed and woman handled for the better part of the
night. I looked at Jennifer sleeping next to me, her arms and hands
around my body, such an angelic face, but pure wicked in her actions.
As her eye popped open, she smiled and kissed me again hard, her
tongue making inroads immediately. Then the moment ended, I was
pulled from the bed and dragged off to the exercise room and placed
on one of the exercise bikes. My butt was swatted and I started to
peddle. I got a kiss for every five minutes of exercise, a wet
sensuous one, something I could get quite used to. Two hours later,
back to the bedroom, undressed and pushed into the shower.
Let’s just say
that the hot water gave out before we did, I was pooped but Jennifer
had other ideas as we returned to the bedroom for more fun and games.
I do so hope that the fun and games go on for the rest of my life, I
can’t think of anywhere else I want to be but in her arms, kissing
her face and breasts. Maybe, just maybe I can find time to do my new
job.
Looking back I was such an idiot, most anybody with some blood
flowing through their brain could see where this was all headed.
Except one longtime friend of Francine’s, who like in the past, was
pulled into the trap, now another member of her ever growing feminine
family and so happy to be there. Add in my love, Jennifer, and it
doesn’t get any better.
© 2016 thru
2024 by Francesca