Georgia; A Summer With Bikini Lines

 Georgia; A Summer With Bikini Lines

Another two hours and school was over for the year. I am glad it is finally over, but the summer plans of my parents was not something I was looking forward to. When the last bell rang I made my way to the school parking lot. While I was only a sophomore Angela, my sister, was a junior and had been driving for two years now. Even though we had a scrappy brother sister relationship she looked out for me and usually gave me a ride home.

She had caught me earlier, telling me she would indeed give me a ride home but that she needed a big favor from me. I agreed, the sooner I got away from this school the happier I would be. Both of us were excellent students both of us with a GPA near 4.0. That part of school was not a problem, the social part was where I failed miserably. Luckily I didn’t get bullied much, height and weight wise I was pretty average. I just never fit in with anybody. I got tongue tied at the drop of a hat, due to my lack of confidence I even had frequent troubles participating in class.

Through two years of high school I never dated, heck I never even asked a female for a date. If I had even got up enough nerve for that, I am sure I would have looked like a dork, nearly silent and babbling incoherent thoughts and words as I asked for a date. I had to wait a few minutes for her to get to her car, all of her friends that were going away for the summer wanting to say goodbye to her. Angela was the exact opposite of me, where I couldn’t figure how to say two words to someone she could smile at them and have them as lifelong friends.

She was the most popular girl at school, class president, played on the volleyball and softball teams. She was quite attractive for a sister, this year trying out for the cheerleaders. She made the squad, and most likely would be Captain of the squad next year when she returns to school. Her real talent though is as an artist. In most any medium she is awesome. If it was one thing I would be jealous of her it would be her ability as an artist. She had already won several local art competitions in the area, her specialty is the human form in all of its shapes and nuances.

I have watched her as she works her magic on a canvas. Sketching it first in pencil, than shading it to bring it alive. The last touch is the color, the painting leaping from the canvas to embrace the one viewing it. I have posed for her several times, the finished product never looking like me. Her intent just to get the hands, arms, body and leg placement down on canvas so her imagination can run wild with the rest of the painting. I presume that is what she is after today.

The times I have posed for her in the past, the finished painting had no resemblance to me, the one she was using as a model. Quite often the paintings were of females, she rarely used a male in any of her paintings. My posing provided the essential body shape, the positions of the arms and legs. Then she would alter the painting making the figure female by adding the appropriate additions, breasts, hair, and clothing.

The one time that she used my present figure just as it is, she was painting a young female wearing her first party dress. Of course, the female was too young to have an actual figure, so Angela painted me just as I am, then added the dress and the feminine face to the painting. Her ability has always amazed me, this particular painting really driving home the fact of her superb talent. I was shown the partial painting of my body in all of its gender neutrality, and then she added the feminine touches to it. The finished portrait she named Georgia, very few people that have looked at it knew the significance of the name, my name is George, the model and inspiration for the painting.

Even though we scrap a lot, constantly going back and forth about things I do love her so much. I have though pulled some pretty mean pranks on her, typical of a younger brother that is awed by his older sister. I have glued her hair together, forcing her to get it cut short for a while. Then there is the time I swiped her bikini top at the beach and while I was running around with it, lost it in one of the waves. It was many weeks before she forgave me for that one, a lot of her male friends were at the beach that day and got some good looks at her breasts. She was red faced the rest of the day, I had humiliated her in front of her friends. The only swimsuit anyone had to loan her was all wrong from the little ruffle at the hem to the lemon green color. Most of her friends abandoned her to save some of their cred, I saw her cry many times that afternoon.

Six weeks later the only thing I heard from her about the incident was one day it would be corrected, she suggested that at that time I remembered what I had done. She would even the score and make things right again. At the time she said the words I was worried, but nothing happened in the following weeks, so I forgot all about them.

I am sure having to get her hair cut short also tried her patience with me, but the cut only made her look more fantastic. To this day she still wears a similar short style. Let’s face it I am extremely jealous of her, everything I am not she does so easily and comfortably.

We finally made it home, it took me two trips to get all of my stuff up to my room, I had loaded most of it in her car at lunch, wanting nothing to keep me at the school any longer than necessary. After I had everything stashed Sis handed me a fresh fruit smoothie and asked if I could pose for her again for a couple of hours. She makes the best smoothies, always making enough for two. I quickly finished it and then joined her on the patio. She has a dais she often uses for me to stand on and was setting up her canvas and easel.

She suggested some more casual clothes even some old tattered ones would do, since I would be standing on the dais in the sun. I quickly changed my clothes, an old pair of shorts and a tank top is what I appeared in when I returned. She helped me up on the dais, wanting me to stand against the pole at the back of the dais. She explained the position she wanted, then suggested that she anchor me to the pole and arms so that I could hold the pose easier. She lifted my tank top and attached a clear strap to hold my waist to the pole behind my back. Then two clear straps attaching my hands to the arms that extended from the top of the pole. She twisted the arms so that my hands were held out away from my body, one pointing up and one curled in front of my body.

She returned to her canvas and started sketching the figure. It was warm in the sun, little beads of sweat appearing on my forehead, slowly dripping down into my eyes. I mentioned that to Angela, she smiled and told me she would take care of it in a few minutes. The other problem I was having is that I was getting really sleepy. I could barely keep my eyes open, several times they would close and only pop open when Angela made a noise. Finally I succumbed to the inevitable and was fast asleep. I am glad I was secured to the pole or I would never have been able to help sis out.

When she splashed the cold water on me my eyes shot open. Sis was standing in front of me with an apple in her hand, a large smile plastered on her face. “Here take a bite out of this.” I opened my mouth and she shoved the apple right in my mouth. My head snapped back with the force, and I found that the apple was stuck in my mouth. I couldn’t bite done since my mouth was open so wide and I couldn’t get the apple out of my mouth because it was stuck partially behind some of my teeth. With my hands secured I was unable to do anything to regain the ability to speak.

“Well that took care of one problem, now as to the rest of the problems. You need to listen real close to me, nod your head if you understand.”

I did and her smile got even bigger. I glanced from her face to my chest, I now suddenly felt something wrapped tightly around my chest. It wasn’t the strap holding me to the pole that was at my waist. I nearly passed out, I had boobs and was in a bikini top. Now real panic showed its ugly face, Sis has somehow got even with me for all my pranks. I closed my eyes, maybe if I don’t look at my new breasts they will somehow disappear.

Angela stepped up close to me, whispering in a lower voice for me to listen carefully. “You are now totally screwed, I have glued breasts to your chest and fastened your male organs up out of the way. You are wearing one of my bikinis, in fact, you have been wearing one for almost three hours. The tan lines of the bikini are now etched on your skin, you have been slathered in suntan lotion making the tan richer and darker. You are still restrained and Mom will be home in a few minutes. After she sees you we will talk about the new plans for the summer or do you want to still go to the boy’s camp. I am sure that can still be arranged, your guaranteed popularity there will make for an interesting four weeks.”

About the time I had fully realized what she had done, out walked Mom. I could instantly tell that I wasn’t going to get any sympathy from her, her smile from ear to ear making that assumption quickly valid. “And who do we have here? You seem to be in a precarious position, I wonder if your sister had anything to do with this. With the way you look, are you sure you want to go to the boy’s camp tomorrow? I know you will be a hit dressed that way, making all kinds of friends. The apple is really cute, but doesn’t it keep you from talking Georgia?”

She grabbed the apple and pulled it from my mouth. It took me a while to get my jaw to function again but when able to move it again I really had nothing to say. My mother was standing in front of me, my body not like anything she was used to seeing and I felt the humiliation all the way to my toes. She continued to walk around me eyeing up the new me. I was still affixed to the pole and arms, so I wasn’t going anywhere. I felt the surge of blood warming my face and body as the severity of what sis had done to me partially registered in my mind.

As I tried to gain control of my mind some, Angela came back into my line of sight. Her and Mom hugged each other, exchanged greetings and then resumed talking about me. “Since she can’t go to the boy’s camp like that, that leaves her with nothing to do for four weeks. Could you get her into the girl’s camp for the four weeks? It looks like she will fit right in and I am sure she will have lots of fun with that body. Her hair needs to be worked on, maybe pierced ears and learn how to apply makeup, but the bus for the girl’s camp does not leave until Friday so there is plenty of time.”

“Dale and I have been planning this second honeymoon for two years now and our children are not a part of it. After the trip we have planned, our children will be again a part of our lives, the vacation we have planned for all of us will be quite enjoyable, maybe Georgia will have more fun this time than in years past.”

I listened to all of this but was scared to death to say anything, for fear that something worse might be decided for me. Apparently none of it involved me returning to the male sex anytime soon. Angela got closer to me smiling. “Well what do you think of my way to get even with you for all of the pranks you have pulled on me over the years. For several months you are now my sister Georgia, the tan lines, the breasts, and the lack of any male clothes will insure you a summer you will remember.

“You may even decide to go to school as your new sex, the breasts might still be attached when school starts. I know the tan lines will still be there. “I do appreciate you posing for me today, the painting turned out perfect. I am sure everybody seeing it in the living room will be equally impressed.”

Mom gave me another few looks then over at Sis. “Angela is going to release you now, you are to go to your room and wait for me to call you to dinner. All four of us will discuss this tonight after dinner and the necessary plans will be made. I suggest you convince yourself to cooperate fully with all of our wishes and conditions for your own good. Remember it was your actions over the last few years that led to this, so the fault lies with yourself.”

Angela did release me as I tried to walk to my bedroom with a minimum of fuss, but the breasts on my chest were gyrating wildly, even though they were in the cups of the bikini. As soon as I entered the room I went to my mirror, three OMG’s spilled forth from my mouth immediately. My breasts looked huge, even more in the image from the mirror then from looking down at them on my chest. The rich moist deep brown of my tan then overcame all of the other perceptions. I moved a strap of the bikini and the pale white skin was a deep and significant contrast to the tan. Nobody will be able to miss it that is for sure. As I turned this way and that way the tan was very even and under every square inch of the bikini was that same stark white skin.

I removed the bikini top, the white skin actually highlighted my new breasts, making them show even more than just being there. A white background to show off the rounded mass with the pink aureoles and nipples. In the corner of my vision I saw Angela standing in the door watching me ogle my breasts. A smile appeared on her face, she was obviously happy for her choice of payback. She strutted in and set on the bed, then waited for me to find a seat too. I chose the chair at my desk, the cold of the wooden chair making me suddenly lean forward some till I became accustomed to it. The suntan I had received was almost a burn, my skin where tanned was hot and light brown in color.

I realized I was naked, and tried to get the bikini top back on. Then I had to get the straps tied behind me, a feat that was very difficult today. I did get it around me, but decided a t-shirt over the top might be even better. I went to the drawer, pulling it out and discovered it empty. I was going to check the others, but then remembered Angela telling me I had no male clothes.

I let out a big sigh, sis really did a job on me. I was smart enough that I knew when I was beaten. She had covered all of the possibilities, each thing she had done was guaranteed to be long lasting and not easily covered or disguised. I decided I need to admit defeat and beg her for some mercy. Mercy that I fully expected to be denied me.

“You have succeeded in getting even, then some. I deserve what you have dished out, and I have learned my lesson. I will abide by your wishes for the summer, I just hope this ends before school starts again. In a way I am glad to get out of going to the boy’s camp. Last year was a nightmare, maybe this is a gift from above.”

Angela stated “You still have to do a few things, you really have no choice in the matter, but I think after a few weeks you might see the wisdom of them. Tomorrow you have a salon appointment, it will help make you fit perfect into the role of a young female.

I had heard from the other counselors about your camp last year, no one should have to put up with things like that. Me doing this is twofold, I get my payback and you get a chance to experience camp as it should be. Mom does know a little, that is why you are coming with me this year. The fact that I get a sister and get even at the same time is just icing on the cake for me.”

“As you might have guessed you will be coming to the girl’s camp with me, so when our parents announce it later act surprised. I am happy with my payback, and I will in the future look out for you, and ensure no more long lasting detrimental effects from this. I am pretty sure you will end up with a friend or two, maybe even have a little fun this summer. So relax and enjoy the summer.”

“Now let’s get your top back on properly and go to dinner. Until we go shopping tomorrow you have no clothes, Mom thinks I have them locked up, in reality I have thrown them away. I am going to enjoy getting even all summer, so Georgia let’s head to dinner.”

When Dad got a look at me when he arrived home a smirk came to his face immediately. Like Mom he knew that I had been dealt with, so he made no further remarks. Dinner was excellent as usual, but an unusual quiet fell over the assembled group, each thinking of scenarios and possible solutions on what to do with me. The dynamics of this summer had been changed, very few things that had been planned could go unaltered.

Both Mom and Dad did reiterate that their long awaited second honeymoon would not suffer any changes. This is something that they had been planning for two years, and they were doing it no matter what. Although Sis had told Mom of some of the trouble I had at camp, Dad was not told anything. In a way that was probably better, his direct confrontation on anything that was not as it should be would have made problems if he got involved and then I was sent to the boy’s camp again.

When the girl’s camp was discussed he expressed some concern on the disguise. He did not want me caught, a lone male in a female only setting. But then my lack of anything male functioning was explained and he laughed at my expense. He told Mom that next time he was arguing with her or sis he needed to be reminded of this episode. After the decision was made for me to attend the female only camp, he suggested that I willing comply with all conditions of my stay, otherwise he feared that he would be walking me down an aisle later in life at my wedding, a bride escorted by her father. I did not think that comment was very funny.

I was given one of Angela’s nightgowns to wear to bed, also an older sweat suit in bright pink for the salon appointment tomorrow. I tried to inquire on what was to be done, but got one word answers that told me nothing.

Sleep that night came easily, the stress of my new appearance taking it out of me. Not physically tired, but mentally drained. For a few moments before sleep overcame me I tried to envision what tomorrow will hold for me, but I knew little about a female’s time at a salon and even less about them in general. My only exposure is sis and Mom.

Angela woke me up way too early, at least in my opinion, but she was on a roll and a sleepy brother was not going to ruin her fun. Sweat suit on, with no underwear and my hair in a ponytail and we were off. As soon as I saw the salon I had second thoughts, maybe the boy’s camp might be better. I am sure after a good look at me I would be dead meat, the bullies would have a field day with my appearance. The salon though looked like it might achieve the same result, but the punishment would be slow and torturous.

It was no neighborhood salon with a hair stylist or two. Through the double doors, was a huge cavern of extreme femininity. There must have been at least fifty employees working there, easily distinguishable but the curly hairdos and the French maid like costumes. As I looked at the scene ahead of me I instantly blushed red, two steps into the place and I knew that someone looking like a male would never emerge. Angela checked me in at reception, then I got a hug and kiss and she left me.

On the trip here she had warned me that the need to cooperate willingly was essential to her watching over me later. If I made a fuss or rebelled, she would insure that a lot of other things worse would occur and that I would indeed be attending school as a female. At this time it is optional, but doesn’t have to remain that way. As we went in she told me that she would indeed return for me, but not until five that evening. I didn’t ask any further questions, way too scared of the answers.

A minute later a cute female came to escort me to a treatment room. As we went in I was shown to a chair and she sat opposite me. She talked to me for a few minutes. Was I happy as a female, was my sister and I close, do you realize what all is going to happen today. My sudden quietness answered most of her questions and she excused herself to get someone else to talk to me. The two ladies returned to the room, both pulling up chairs so that we could talk. The older lady introduced herself as Dallas, a CEO of the company, wanting me to tell her what is going on.

No response from me, I am not sure what to say or if I should say anything at all. She sits there patiently waiting for me to spill the beans. I let out one of the biggest sighs known to mankind and start to tell her what has transpired. No comments, no additional questions, just intently listening to what I am saying. After a few minutes I realize that I am actually talking to a female and my tongue is not twisted in a knot. I get a few smiles from Dallas and Margie, my original tech as I tell how and why this all came about.

After my tall tale winded down she tells me what is on the schedule for today. It turns out they knew about the why and how already, but wanted me to discuss it with them too. Breast augmentation, cut and perm, pierced ears, corset reduction of the waist, tendon tightening of the leg, and total removal of all body hair. Then to finish me off a new hairstyle and makeup. Then over to the clothing store, and a whole new wardrobe. According to Sis heels are required at her summer camp, so it appears I will be able to fit right in. After today heels will now be a requirement for my dainty little feet.

I just sat there lost in thought, I am sure there will be no George left after all of this. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad, my crappy life up to now is nothing to hold on to, so a step in the other direction might just be what the doctor ordered. Sis has already set all of this in motion, so all I am doing is going along for the ride. If that list is anything to go by it will be some ride.

Dallas asks me to sign some waivers that I do understand what is going to be done to me and I am not opposed to the treatments. I surprise myself by thanking her for listening to me, it does feel better to talk it out with someone. I also see that this whole deal is not so much a payback but an attempt to get me out of my shell and back into life. The payback just insures my compliance. When I see Sis tonight I need to show my appreciation. I did sign the papers, hoping I am doing the right thing but deep down there was no doubt, maybe just a little left over male trying to save himself.

Sis’s work from yesterday had to be removed first, ready for today’s treatments. The hair removal is first, as soon as the breast forms were removed and junior was unglued from my groin, I am offered both kinds waxing and chemical removal. I decide the waxing sounds worse after Margie explains it to me so I go with the chemical treatment. That one is the permanent method, a fact that I did not hear in the description of the treatments. Forty minutes later I will never be bothered with body hair again. Smooth and clean, it felt wonderful, but the permanence of it had not made it to my mind yet.

Next is my eyebrows, the removal is to be done by tweezers, the sharp pain as each is yanked from my eyebrow making me aware of how much my brows are being changed. I didn’t think I had that many eyebrow hairs to start with. When I was allowed to see my face after, I realized one more item had been added to my feminine look. Now I sported two highly arched thin lines above my eyes making my eyes so much more expressive and delicate.

My ears were to be the target next, two pops in each ear and I now had pierced ears, the purple amethyst stones catching the light and twinkling in my ear lobe. Both were simple stones, the bottom one had small filigree silver wires twisted around the stone to accent the stone. I reached up to touch them, my fingers touching each stone. It was like I couldn’t believe they were there.

Then next on the agenda was my hair, it was washed and conditioned, then a smelly paste was worked into the hair, mainly the roots. I sure hoped what I thought was being done to my hair wasn’t, but one look in the mirror and I slumped down in the chair. I was going to be a blonde now, the light color of my hair now a precursor of what was to come. A plastic bag was placed over the hair and I set under a dryer blowing slightly warm air over my head to help the dye in its effort to make me a blonde.

After processing the hair color was washed out, leaving my hair a medium blonde, a drastic change from the darker brunette hair I came in with. Another conditioning rinse was applied and then she wound my hair on small plastic rollers. A quick scan of my memory provided nothing then when the rollers were drenched in a smelly liquid it clicked. I was getting a permanent, ensuring me curls all summer. I remembered the smelly solution from when Mom got a home permanent from a neighbor many years ago. I sincerely hoped I would not end up with the frizzy curls that Mom did when she got her permanent.

The smelly solution was washed out, a neutralizer was then added to finish the perm, and then it too was rinsed out. After the permanent rods were removed soft curly blonde tendrils bounced around my face, a blatant reminder of my future as a female. The hair was then set in curlers after she had trimmed my split ends and cut in the basic style. I knew none of this would be easily reversed, the haircut alone having to grow out to be even considered masculine. Once all the curlers were in place I expected some time under a dryer.

Wrong, I was moved to another chair and situated in its embrace. Straps were implored to make sure my legs were not going to move any on their own. Then split wide so the tech could work on my groin. I then realized how detailed this disguise would be, the creation of a female’s sex next on the agenda. I hadn’t realized that it was hinted at yesterday by my parents, the significance of their words ignored by me.

I didn’t feel anything, after a few sprays from a bottle. I had to lift my head to see what she was doing, when she glued my male organ flat between my legs and back quite far, I knew there would be no male present anytime during the summer. A fake vulva was glued over that, now only a slit with two puffy lips were visible between my legs. I was now as far as looks go a female especially in the lower region.

She moved her attention to my chest, as two plastic cups the size of a large breast were glued to my chest right over the nipples. Some liquid was inserted in the cups, then a hose attached to the center of the form. A switch was flipped and a suction started pulling my loose skin into the breast cup. I sure hope it was not their intention to fill the forms to their capacity, if so I will be very noticeable as my rack will be substantial. A portable dryer was wheeled in, and turned on the effect of the warm air on my curlers and the pulsating of the pump on my breasts was too much and I slipped off into a restless sleep. I wasn’t tired or sleepy, just stressed out so much my mind was looking for any excuse to try and forget everything that was being done to me.

When I was shook awake, the pump was still working, the cups now over half full. I guess the intention was to fill the cups to their fullest, as it droned on unabated. My hair was removed from the curlers, tight curls now sprouting from my head.

She moved to my lower legs, strapping a form to each leg from just below my knee to past my ankle. Again straps to hold the leg tight against the form. That left me as if I was standing on my toes, the form keeping my legs that way. A shot in each calf, the muscles tightening soon thereafter. An hour later when the form was removed the lower leg stayed in that position. A brief thought tried to gain hold in my feeble mind, but the breast pump shutting off stole the moment.

I was released from my restraints and I tried to stand up. On my toes was the only position available to me. When I tried to put my foot flat, the pain was severe and pulsating. I tip toed over to the stylist’s chair, so she could finish my hairstyle, not much left of my male persona. Even at this stage there was not a single male feature visible anywhere.

The hairstyle was completed, then some light makeup added to my eyes and lips. I was helped into some pantyhose, then a pair of heels after a cute panty was eased up my legs. Of course a bra was added, since my new additions needed support and a way to minimize the movement of my errant breasts. When I was shown the dress that I would be wearing as I left the salon I let out another huge sigh. A very brief sundress, a perfect addition to my well tanned body as I stepped into it, the full skirt barely covering my knees. I was dragged to their clothing store and had to try on and help pick my new wardrobe. At first, I was reluctant to engage in picking what I would have to wear this summer, but soon my eye had settled on some cute things that I wanted to try on. Well it wasn’t long before I was walking through the store wanting to make sure that I didn’t miss anything that I just had to have.

I was waiting for Sis in their reception area, with way too many bags of clothing spread around me. When she walked up to me she was smiling, I got a hug then she looked over the many bags of clothing around me. She told me to take them to the car and she would pay for my treatments. She did help me with the last few bags, since I had already made three trips getting my goodies to the car. As she placed the last bag in the car she removed a lacy negligee from the bag and smirked. I blushed bright red, while she waited for a comment from me. I swallowed and told her it looked good on me and it felt wonderful next to my skin.

“I see Georgia is in control now, welcome to the family little sis.”

Back home Mom was ecstatic about my appearance, telling me that most likely I would be a female from now on, there is no George left either mentally or physically. I gave her a funny look, but she pointed to how I was sitting on the kitchen bar stool, legs crossed and a heel dangling from my foot. She pointed to my hands one playing with one of my curls, and the other laying in my lap. Neither of the things I was engaged in had been taught me or for that matter even shown me. I guess she was right, so I decided I needed to engage in another action and got up and walked over to her and gave her a big hug, our breasts squashed together as I pulled her tight. I whispered in her ear that I loved her, maybe she could see her way to love another daughter as much as she does sis. I swear I heard one of my ribs crack, but the feeling of her love and her embrace felt so good. That is where sis found us, she had carried the last of my bags upstairs and had changed clothes.

I was asked if I wanted to change clothes, my grabbing myself around my chest right below my breasts and stepping back their answer. They both giggled, knowing that Georgia was now here for the duration.

We left for summer camp that Friday, each of us with three suitcases of clothes. I was a little apprehensive about it still, but remembered last year and smiled, it has got to be better than last year, a nightmare I did not want to experience again or even think about.

From the moment we stepped off the bus I felt better, as I was approached and hugged welcoming me to the camp. I was dragged off to our cabin, five other girls and I sharing it. Within a few minutes I was immersed in the scene, with us hanging our clothes and engaging in conversation about our clothes and if we had any boyfriends back home. I had to tell them I was not allowed any boyfriends yet, maybe I will find one when we vacation later this summer.

From that moment forward it was non-stop conversation about everything and anything. We dressed for dinner, each day having to do so. Our cabin counselor helped us with hair and makeup and zippers on our dresses. I was to find out the mornings would be a regular summer camp, hiking, swimming and games, with afternoons spent indoors learning about makeup, hair styles and how to act like a lady. Our counselors were from a chain of beauty salons, quite skilled and very enthusiastic in their approach to life and their charges.

Since sis was the camp counselor with regards to our morning activities she was busy, we hardly got to talk much much less spend any time together. I knew she was keeping an eye on me, quite often when I would look up from what I was doing I saw her look my way, a big sis keeping tabs on her little sister.

Within a few days of arriving I was assimilated, now no difference between me and the other girls in actions, dress and even in how I talked. My neutral voice now with quite a bit of inflection, and noticeably higher and quite often used at the speed of light.

Each afternoon culminated in dinner dressed to the nines, a dance following twice a week. It was my favorite part of camp, looked forward to with great enthusiasm. I would spend the hour before dinner going through my clothes looking for the perfect dress, wanting to look good for myself and my partner for the dance.

Our partners were from a boy’s camp, one quite different then the one I had attended last year. Although I couldn’t see me dancing with a boy, the first time I was held in his arms that was soon forgotten. By the end of camp I had several boys trying to win my affection each of them giving me their phone numbers and email addresses wanting me to keep in touch. It was a sad moment when we had to get on the bus to head home, but savoring so many memories to treasure in the weeks to follow.

Vacation was alright with my parents and sis, although sis and I usually headed off to do girly things letting the two love birds to continue their second honeymoon. I did find out from sis that I wold be going to school as a female, already enrolled in a girl’s school a few miles from home. When she told me I was all over her leaving lipstick marks all over her face. She was giggling at my antics, but did pull me closer to her for a much needed sisterly hug.

I did have to promise her to pose for her one more time, she wanted to do a portrait of me, this time as the real me, exactly as she sees me in everyday life. I often think back to that fateful day, thanking my lucky stars for what happened and the life I now had. A summer with bikini lines just the start.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Audrey; A Model For Femgerie

Audrey; A Model For Femgerie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Monique: New Hair Style Then A Female Life

 Monique: New Hair Style Then A Female Life

Joanne and I had been friends for over seven years now, also, my hair stylist for all of those years. I have forgotten what the salon was called when I first met her, it being just a small shop squeezed in among other shops in a not prime time shopping center. I was fresh from college, not having much money, so I was just interested in a cheap haircut to go job hunting. No appointment, I just walked in and she was the only one not busy.

Even though I just wanted a haircut, she shampooed my hair and put a conditioner on it. At the time, I thought she was just doing things so she could charge more for the haircut. She talked me out of a short haircut, her version did look good and my hair was neat and clean. I was surprised when she only charged me eight dollars, right then I decided to use her again in the future.

I got the job I was trying for, and as my economic condition improved I was tempted to change where I had my hair cut. In the end, I always came back, we became friends, and have been ever since.

Over the years, I used her for anything related to my hair. The salon changed hands several times, each time Joanne stayed with the new owners; her standing in the salon improved. Then the newest owner bought the salon, moved it to a new location, enlarging it tenfold. Joanne was now the manager of the salon, still handling customers, but only selected ones.

When I first started with her, my appointments were usually six weeks apart. Then once a month and recently every two weeks. She never cuts much off my hair, usually just split ends, but she always applied a multitude of conditioners and hair treatments every time I saw her. My hair was now down to the middle of my back, but I wore it in a low ponytail for my job. A ponytail that is often tucked inside my shirt or sweater. As my hair got longer my position in the company improved, hence I was able to evade any dress code with regards to hair length.

Joanne had a wicked streak in her, after shampooing and conditioning my hair she would always take time and play with it, styling it up in some ultra-feminine style, while watching me squirm and try to get comfortable in her styling chair. The first time she did it I was in panic mode big time, figuring this is how I would have to leave the salon. When she returned my original style I let out such a sigh of relief. I got a hug when I left, thanking me for letting her play in my hair, hair that would be the envy of every single female.

On my second visit after the feminine style I entered the salon cautiously, looking around for Joanne. She snuck up behind me scaring the poop out of me. Another style this one different from last time. Ever since then a different style, each time I watched in fascination as she turned my longish locks into a delight of femininity. I learned to relax over the years, my three hours spent with her so wonderful, seeing a side of myself that few males ever get a peek at.

Recently I have experienced some good fortune, one of my longtime customers wanted me to quit and join her organization. Ms. Sanderson offered me a lot more than I was making now, my own work schedule, and numerous other incentives. She was into a lot of things having quite a bit of property, some investments, and a fairly large stock portfolio. All Mindy wanted me to do was oversee the holdings, making sure she didn’t lose any money through neglect. I could work from home, or an office, my choice.

If I had any ideas for investments, or property she would entertain hearing them. We got along all right, she was friendly, and straight talking. If she didn’t like something, she would not hesitate to tell you so. I accepted her offer, I was now my own boss. It was a little awkward at first, neither of us knew what to say to the other about rules or limits. Mindy quickly handled that letting me know exactly what she expected from me, anything else is strictly up to me.

I found several things right away, saving her quite a bit in brokerage fees and commissions. Then by paying the property taxes early another huge savings. Two of her banks were ripping her off on account fees, I found her several banks that were glad to welcome her, their fees reasonable and fair. She was very happy at the results that I produced so quickly. Over the next few weeks we established a good working relationship, with me able to anticipate her desires and handling them before she could bring them up in conversation.

Several visits later to Joanne I was asked to come back to her office. This was after she had handled my mop as she called it. Joanne had tea made, so I presumed she wanted a big favor. We chit chatted a little while, then she asked if I would consider being her model in an upcoming cosmetologist’s convention. It was a regional convention having both vendors and competitions for the cosmetologists. Since they expected nearly five thousand attendees, it was quite a big deal.

I asked her some questions, thinking that most models would be female. Indeed, most of the models were female, but not with as nice of hair as mine. She wanted to enter the unlimited competition, long hair division, where any contestant and their model could be asked to do a multitude of things. Since very few models used at the convention had such long lustrous hair, she felt it would give her quite an advantage. Since my hair is so utterly perfect, in her opinion, working with my hair she was sure to win any competition.

She would receive prize money and a trophy, but she was more interested in the bragging rights associated with the contest winner. She would pay me whatever I wanted, if I would be so nice to allow her to work on my hair.

I didn’t see any reason to decline, so I told her I would be glad to allow her to make me glamorous. She did warn me that I might end up with a different color, a permanent, or highlights, but she could reverse all of that after the convention. I trusted her, so that was not a concern of mine. Since she has been taking care of my hair for years, there is no reason for her to do otherwise now. I smiled she will get to do her feminine style on me for real, not having to wash it out afterwards.

She advised me of the date, all I had to do was show up at the convention with the badge she handed me. I smiled she had already registered and obtained badges, figuring that I would help her. The date was a week away, so I had plenty of time to arrange a day off. I knew I didn’t need to with me handling my own schedule, but I wanted no trouble with my new boss. When I approached Mindy, she was eager to allow me the time off, but wanted Joanne to get her a ticket so she could watch me get beautified. That surprised me, but I assured her I would get her a ticket. I learned on that day that Mindy also used Joanne for her hair styling, just had not been a customer of hers as long as I had.

The time went by fast, in the meantime, I told Mindy of a developer that was interested in a couple of her properties, something I learned when he filed plans for a hotel complex. Most developers waited until they had an option on all the properties before announcing anything, this one not that smart. She referred him to me, so I handled the negotiations. He was already committed, so I knew I could get my price. He was not happy about the price he paid, but I am sure he will just pass it on to the customer down the line. Mindy received seventy thousand dollars more than the properties were valued at.

Two days later it was time for me to make my way to the convention hall, with my badge I had no trouble getting in. It took me a while to find Joanne, she was already set-up and waiting for me to appear. She explained how the competition worked, each cosmetologist pulling tasks from four glass containers. Each container represented different tasks that a hair stylist would perform on customers. Those tasks were what they had to perform to be able to be judged.

Of the twenty contestants in this division usually less than half of the contestants managed to complete all of the tasks satisfactorily. While we were waiting I looked at the other contestants and their models. Most of the models were female, with good looking long luxurious hair. The cosmetologists were mostly younger than Joanne, some in their early twenties. Several were male, although most likely of the LGBT group, judging from their clothes and behavior.

The contestants were called over, made their selections and got started on their tasks. Joanne smiled as she headed back, apparently her selections were what she had hoped for. I was leaned back, my hair washed and conditioned, then some hair treatments added, this is something Joanne regularly did, so that any chemical processing would not damage the hair. A permanent would be first, she sectioned my hair, winding the long hair on several large rollers. The foul smelling liquid was used to saturate every curler, my nose wrinkled often as I got a whiff of the permanent solution. Warm air was provided by the dryer to aid in the permanent doing its thing. Then after that had processed a neutralizer was applied to set the permanent.

After she washed out the neutralizer another conditioner was added then she started on applying highlights to my hair. She used small strands and way too many pieces of foil. I had over the years observed other females getting highlights, their strands of hair more clumpy than what Joanne was doing to my hair. She applied a strawberry colored dye to the foiled pieces of hair, I realized I would be quite different looking with these two procedures, with two more coming yet.

I looked around as Joanne worked on me seeing Mindy in the second row of the seating ahead of me. I was so wrapped up in what was happening I hadn’t seen her before. I got a big smile from her, as she was watching everything that Joanne did to me intensely.

After the last highlight was added, a dryer was placed over my head and warm air started flowing over my processed locks. I closed my eyes, wondering what else might get done to me today, since my imagination has never been that good, nothing came to mind. I already had realized that a feminine hairdo would be the end result, just not sure how detailed or intricate. Since I had spent so much time in the salon as Joanne handled my hair for years, I should have picked up on some of the other things females did to look beautiful, but apparently none of it made any lasting impression. Oh Joanne had done things to my hair, I was so entranced in what it looked like I never followed the steps she used to get there. Of course, nothing like hair coloring, permanents or highlights were performed since at the end of her play period she had to return me to my masculine image.

The highlights dye was washed out, then she started cutting in the style that she had pulled out of the selection jar. Luckily not much was taken off, I figured that would be the case since this part of the competition was for long hair. I did get some longish bangs that might make my return to a masculine ponytail a little difficult. There are not many males that have bangs long or short. Add in the now permanent curly locks and I doubt any ponytail would result in anything masculine.

Next my hair was set in curlers, small longish curlers running perpendicular to the side of my head. At the salon, on previous appointments, I noticed that the curlers were placed parallel to the side of the head, this style must require something different. The amount she placed in my hair was surprising, over a hundred at my last count. Another stint under the dryer, this time the heat almost hot.

Every once in a while I would look at Mindy, her smile getting bigger every time I looked at her. I think she just enjoyed seeing me get feminized. Joanne checked my head often to see if it was dry enough. The other contestants that I could see were not as far along as Joanne, her experience and skill coming to the forefront.

Out of the dryer and my hair released from the curlers. The hair popped right back into the tight curl, even though the curler had been removed. The hair was brushed lightly as she got the curl to release some. She then started pinning the curls in place, keeping the sides right above my ears smooth, than at the top of my head long dangly curls spilling in all directions. The bangs were curly tendrils, laying across my forehead.

She moved to the back of my head, the curls there brushed more so that the curl relaxed more, leaving the curly tendrils laying on my lower neck and shoulders. Then she picked up a bundle of thin silk ribbons in burgundy and shades of pink. She attached a couple to each curly tendril the ribbons coming down to the middle of my back. It took her a while to get them as she wanted, I released a great big sigh, knowing that to get this back to my normal hairstyle would take lots of time, certainly not something to be done in a day or two. The finished style was fantastic, very feminine, a fact not lost on me.

One of the judges approached Joanne whispering to her, then Joanne squealed in delight. She leaned over to my ear asking if she could slide a blouse on me, they wanted to take pictures of the hairstyle. I agreed, her dragging me back to a dressing room, where she helped me to get the shirt I was wearing off. The blouse buttoned up the front, a scoop neckline in the front with a low plunging neckline in the back showing off the tendrils of curly highlighted hair against my bare skin. I was never cursed with body hair, maybe ten to fifteen hairs on my chest and a light fuzz on my lower legs. In this instance, a great benefit, since a feminine model with gorgeous hair and body hair not a desired combination.

I was taken back to her styling chair, the next twenty minutes of flash bulbs going off a real surprise. As I had set back down she had added some lip gloss on my lips, telling me that I looked absolutely beautiful. I glanced at Mindy, her standing applauding at Joanne’s accomplishment. I did get a wink from her, that smile of hers even more noticeable.

I did hear Joanne tell one of the reporters that my name was Monique, but didn’t want my last name used in any stories about the contest. Finally everyone got all the pictures they wanted, the judges coming around to evaluate each contestant. Only seven stylists were able to complete the tasks in the allotted time. It seemed the judges spent extra time with me, I know I felt self-conscious as they stared at my locks and touched the hair style. Since every judge felt my hair, I knew that Joanne’s commitment to proper conditioning was a big plus for her.

They did leave to concur on the winner, Joanne busy being congratulated and Mindy landing in my lap. She touched the hair in several places fascinated with the feminine look. I was told that I would be dining with her, no excuses. Joanne breaking loose from her fellow stylists, kissing me on the lips for helping her. With Mindy on my lap and Joanne’s passionate kiss I was suddenly confused and lost. Mindy and Joanne conferred on who was taking me out, Joanne settling for a late lunch with Mindy getting the dinner slot.

I felt wanted as the two hugged, kissed and otherwise manipulated me into a bundle of goo. I was led to a stage on the other side of the convention center, lots of females complimenting me on my hairdo. We got there just in time as the winners were announced. They started with the other categories, the long hair group at the very last. It seemed the long hair winner was considered the overall winner due to the skill required to do the more complicated hairstyles.

The winner was announced, Joanne hugging me to death pretty much conveying her thoughts on the matter. I was handed the trophy as she was handed the check. We posed for another round of pictures, this time I squinted some to keep the flashes from blinding me. It did eventually return to normal, everybody going about their business. The convention had a huge vendor area, I was dragged along behind Joanne as she took in all of the booths. The compliments never stopped coming, both stylists and vendors infatuated with my hairstyle. Mindy finally tracked me down, attaching herself to my other arm.

Then, we came to the booth for Joanne’s salon. The trophy was already mounted on the back wall, with a spotlight on it right next to a picture of me. How they could have gotten this all together so fast was amazing. I was hugged, receiving numerous kisses on the cheek from all of her fellow stylists. I lost Joanne for a minute, Mindy keeping me occupied in the meantime.

I never have seen this side of Mindy, her show of affection to me, her hanging on me and my every movement. I have always liked her from afar but figured she was out of my league, so no advances on my part. When she hired me, I was thrilled, but again figured she just wanted my advice and help, not anything more. Now that she was close to me I knew it was likely more than just a business relationship.

Maybe it was love, I know that dreaded four letter word that strikes fear and longing in all sorts of individuals. Joanne showed back up, grabbed a hold of my hand and dragged me off to the back of the booth. Into a small dressing room, pulling the curtain closed behind her. I was stripped of my clothes, then a pair of panties was slid up my leg. Several times I tried to slow things down, but with all the attention and things happening so fast I was in over my head. My thingy was pushed back between my legs and the panties pulled up tight to my groin. A bra is wrapped around my chest, the extra flab on my chest pulled up sharply to remain in the cups of the bra.

The blouse again slipped over my body, then a skirt pulled up my legs. I tried to resist the skirt, this is too much, too fast. My hand was swatted, the skirt zipped up in the back and my blouse tugged down into the skirt. As I was trying to see my image in the mirror some lipstick and mascara was added to my face, my male persona now totally gone. Pushed out of the dressing room, my red blush spreading quickly all over my body. I just stood there looking around to see who might be staring at me, fearing ridicule and teasing.

A distinguished lady standing nearby came over giving me a tender hug and cheek kiss. “You are very pretty, everybody jealous of your feminine looks, not making fun of you. I am proud of Joanne’s work, but more proud of your willingness to help her. I think she might have discovered a side of you that has been long hidden behind that male façade that you carry with you. It might be advantageous for you to explore that part of you, no telling what treasures you might unearth. If you need to talk to someone on your journey, I am always available either in person or by phone.” Now give me a hug and let’s find Joanne and congratulate her on her award.

I was later to learn that the lady was Francine, owner of the salons and Joanne’s boss. When Mindy managed to find me again, I was attacked from a far. Once she recognized me, she was airborne landing in my arms, almost knocking the breath out of me. This time, I was kissed, my first time being kissed while wearing lipstick, a most memorable experience indeed. It is definitely something I would like to try again.

We did leave the convention shortly after two, Mindy promising to pick me up at my apartment around eight, wanting me to dress formal. Her and Joanne exchanged glances, whatever that meant. Joanne took me to a fancier restaurant downtown not far from the convention complex. The prices were steep, but the food was so good. I had skipped breakfast this morning, my stomach doing flip flops when I woke up. So food, in general, was on my list, this food made the meal a real treat. She talked about what she did from her standpoint, thanking me several times for agreeing to help her. She did confess that it might be more than a few days before she could reverse things, since the permanent and highlights are quite intrusive on hair.

Since I worked for Mindy I didn’t see a problem other than I had no idea how to maintain the style. Joanne told me to come by the salon every morning and she would teach me until I could handle the style myself. From Mindy’s reaction today I doubt she would have any problem with me in the female mode. From the restaurant, she drove me to the salon, then we walked through to the clothing section. Right to the formal gowns, as she breezed through the racks looking for a special dress.

Apparently she found it, pulled it from the rack then took the dress and me back to her office. I was laid on the couch after removing most of my clothes. A pair of panties the only piece remaining. She glued on some breast forms, quite good sized ones and then a garter belt and stockings were added. The dress was slid over my head, then zipped up the back. Joanne told me to come back tomorrow and they could do a proper job on my female attachments, time today not allowing those procedures. I gave her a funny look, why would I want to have breasts and no telling what else added in a proper manner? Old makeup off, a new application this time in evening mode was added. The she straightened my hair and I was taken home. I might add in a daze, all of this too much to get a grasp on.

Joanne dropped me off in front of my home. I didn’t have my car, I think it is still at the convention center but no longer sure about that. I had just got my door unlocked and Mindy shows up. I was appraised carefully then like a rocket I was pushed into my living room and onto the couch. I screamed about her messing up my hair and we both broke out in a giggling fit. I did get groped, then several kisses the lipstick marks clearly visible on my cheeks. So now I had to repair my makeup, a simple repair for a female not so easy for a former male. I managed to get up, her bitching as I tried to retreat from her. I was able, at least, to lessen the smudges from her attack on my lips.

I made sure I had my keys, then we headed to her car. Mindy steered me to it, not sure if I could find it by myself. The door was held for me, she even helped with my seat belt. Each interaction had a grope to go with it. I decided she possessed a one track mind and it was focused on me at the moment.

She drove us to a supper club on the outskirts of town, one of the only places more expensive than where Joanne took me for lunch. She had reservations apparently, since we were seated in a private dining room on the second floor of the establishment. The service was outstanding, Mindy doing all the ordering of drinks and food. I felt treasured as she handled my every wish that night. I even got to dance with her, although she did the leading. It was a magical evening for me.

Returned to my abode, but with kisses, hugs and of course a grope or two for good measure. This is definitely a side of Mindy I have not seen before. I felt cared for, treasured maybe the better term.

I laid in bed that night after removing what I could of my feminine looks savoring what happened today. Surprisingly I managed the time after the convention fairly well, I think most of it was that I was in shock, not knowing what to think or do about any of it. As the evening progressed I began to relax, enjoying the role of a pretty female. Of course, Mindy’s attention to me did nothing but enhance the feminine experience.

The next morning, I got with Joanne about reversing my treatments, she suggested that I come into the salon to talk it over. I knew then that I would be in the female mode for quite some time. I will at least, make her sweat in telling me, I do have to have some fun occasionally. I taxied to the salon, just my limited exposure to people so far making me feel that I am constantly on display. Something to get used to, I guess. So different to that of a normal male.

I made my way back to her office, knocked and then entered. She pointed me to a chair, her look clearly showing some distress. I patiently waited for her to start, this ought to be interesting.

She finally made a start, mentioning that a couple of things she had to do my hair yesterday might take a little longer to relax enough to be reversed. I tried to look crestfallen, I even managed a tear or two. That even surprised me, the tears that is. After she had staggered through her explanation, I asked what I should do.

It was quiet in the office, I could hear the phones ringing up front easily. Even the noise from the hair dryers could not block it out. She swallowed hard several times, finally I told her to just spit it out. Another silent spell then she spoke, “Go all the way and live as a female for the next six months, after that I can get you back to a male in appearance, that is, if you want to return to that gender. I stared at her, she was the first to break eye contact, causing me to giggle a little.

“Okay, that is fine with me.” Her head popped up, her arms came up to her desk top and she cocked her head as if she didn’t hear me very well.

“What did you say?”

“Okay. How many times do I have to repeat myself?”

Again the groping as Joanne tried to show me how thankful she was for my help and understanding in this episode. I moaned and groaned a little, like I was still upset, but actually I was not dreading the next six months. Not enthusiastic, but maybe curious about life as a female. If Mindy keeps treating me this way, it should be an interesting and rewarding time.

Out to her station in the salon and my first lessons in care and maintenance of my hairdo and makeup. It was almost five hours later when I managed to head home. Joanne had sent two of her stylists to the convention center to retrieve my car for me, something I much appreciated. Although I was getting around fairly easily in my female persona, I was still a little leery of being out and about dressed and looking so feminine.

Once back home I got started on my job duties, wanting to make sure I did not disappoint Mindy. Most of it was just checking on things, I had made most of the significant changes when I first took over her accounts. I did stumble across an investment opportunity for her, one that one of my former employers had something to do with it. I checked it out thoroughly, not wanting to recommend something only to have it collapse on me. I made a call to her, she listened then told me she would be at my home in thirty minutes. I didn’t know if she was that interested, or just was looking for an excuse to be with me. I think the latter was a more likely conclusion.

I made my way to the bathroom, to check my appearance, now something I would need to do for quite some time. Joanne had made that fact very plain, a female needs to be aware of her looks at all times, then touching up things when needed. I had barely got back to the living room when Mindy knocked. I answered the door, but thought that maybe I should get her a key, since we were now at least BFF’s, maybe more.

I don’t know why I bothered to check my lipstick in the bathroom, one minute with Mindy and it was an utter disaster. She asked if I ate, offering me another dinner out, this time a basic dinner, no dressing up necessary. I agreed and then we both went to my bathroom to fix our faces. The way that Joanne had fixed my hair it needed very little repair, in the morning after getting out of bed would be the only time I would need to do much. I was escorted to Mindy’s car for the ride to the restaurant, an upscale eatery but not requiring reservations and very affordable. I had eaten there a time or two, but the food seemed so much better this time. I wondered if tasting it with lipstick made such a difference. Whatever the reason I did enjoy my meal that evening.

Mindy talked all through the meal, her ideas on what should change and our relationship. I nodded my head in the appropriate places, received little kisses along the way to make sure I was kept happy and contended. I suggested she move in with me, my house larger and newer. If she did she could rent out her place, adding some more income to her portfolio as if she needed that. She seemed cautious but eventually did nod her head in the affirmative.

I asked her what was her concern about moving in with me, I thought you had some feelings for me, the way you have acted recently kind of pointing to that fact. She muttered a couple of words, so I made her repeat it this time loud enough for both of us to hear what she was saying.

“I am afraid you might go back to the masculine you, I like both facets of you, but am in love with the feminine part. If I move in with you and you go back to being male I am not sure I can handle it. So maybe not moving in with you might be the better approach.”

I reached over and pulled her closer, if that is all you are worried about we can handle that easily. “You can pack up all my male clothes and give them to charity and I will get Joanne to give me some real boobs, problem solved. If junior is also a concern I am sure Joanne can handle that to. I have loved you from the first day we met, but figured I was not even in your league. That is why I kept it business only on my part. I do expect to be cared for like a female, a few gifts, dinner out and some loving from time to time. If you can handle that I am yours, as a female until the end of time.”

I was attacked then, an unprovoked attack on my body, it seemed like hours before the attack eased up. Lots of giggling accompanied the attack. After I regain the ability to think I will tell you all about it, maybe sometime late tomorrow. Parts of my mind are still smoldering from the heat and passion.

We did eventually discuss the investment opportunity, she gave her approval quickly. I was to handle making the investment, just keep her appraised on the progress from time to time.

She did move in with me, my male clothes quickly done away with. Believe me every stitch of anything that resembled what a male might wear was given away or burned. Joanne gave me boobs, it took her all day, but the huge smile she had plastered on her face all day told me how much she was enjoying the task. It was her personally that attached the cups and hoses and switched on the machine, something this important to her not to be handled by some employee. Since they would now be a permanent resident on my chest, she took a lot of pride in how they turned out. The only person happier than Joanne was Mindy, her inspection of Joanne’s work took all night. In fact I missed my next day’s hair appointment, the first time I have missed an appointment with Joanne since she started doing my hair seven years ago.

When I called in to tell her I could not make it, she giggled. “Rough night huh, I will pencil you in for five tomorrow afternoon, that will give you some time to rest.” She was still giggling as she hung up the phone. I am sure glad the females in my life are enjoying all of this. Apparently good entertainment is not easy to come by these days.

Junior did get glued away, out of sight, but still available in case a donation was needed later in life. I stayed at home taking care of our house, a larger house that I got a good deal on. Large enough for a family eventually, but small enough to be cozy and comfortable. Joanne got promoted again, a bigger salon on the other side of town, but still a manager at the smaller salon too. She does not do any beauty services on anyone but me. We are a fixture at any conventions and competitions in the area, Joanne winning every one of them. Of course I am her model, my hair now down to my upper thigh and kept blonde now, Mindy’s preferred hair color for me.

I often think back to the first competition, when my new hair style brought along with it my new gender. A most wonderful time in my life. Who would have thought such a change possible? A change that I endorse over and over, the day my gender became female.

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