Donna; Paybacks Can Be A Bitch

Donna; Paybacks Can Be A Bitch

I had built my realty business up from a single office to well over three hundred offices, now I needed to sell the business or find some investors badly before I had to declare bankruptcy. The recent downturn in the economy had hit my company hard, causing me to curtail activities severely. It had not reached the point of laying off personnel yet, but another couple of weeks without an infusion of money would make that a necessity. It wasn’t because I wanted to sell it, quite the opposite. To keep it a viable business I had to get some cash infusion, either by selling the whole business or some part of it.

The economic downturn and the resulting loss of so many jobs took away most of the expendable money our prospective customers had, making them stay in their existing homes and not trying to upgrade. Business transfers were non-existent since companies were laying off people by the hundreds. If anybody had some equity in their home, they were stupid to move or sell, the resulting situation far worse than what they had now. Mobile home sales were up, since that is all most people could afford if they were moving away from renting. Even apartment complexes were having trouble, many of them having to greatly reduce their rents to keep their occupancy at the break even point.

I should have cut back sooner, when I first noticed the change in the market, but I wrongly guessed that it might bounce back. Instead it bounced farther down, but now I had less capital to weather the storm. I had even contacted an accountant, concerning filing bankruptcy, something I dreaded doing, but the only way to salvage anything from the company. We talked about many different solutions as he filled me in on what was possible and the side effects of going that route.

My accountant and I explored every possible option making sure we had not overlooked a possible solution to my problems. My accountant mentioned an investor that she had done some work for in the past that might be interested in acquiring a share of the company, so I asked her to contact that person and arrange a meeting. A one in a million possibility but worth the gamble at least that was my thinking.

Let’s face it I was becoming desperate. I had mulled over every conceivable solution, finding fault with most of them. If I went to a bank the first time they looked at the books, would be the last time I would be considered. Too much payroll for the amount of cash coming in would be the first statement out of their loan officer’s mouth. If I started laying off people right and left to make it feasible to continue, the rumors would start and soon my few good people would be seeking employment elsewhere before the company closed its doors. I knew of a friend who did that to try and salvage his business, it was liquidated in bankruptcy a few months later.

Imagine my surprise when Rebecca showed up at the arranged meeting a week later. The meeting was to be in my office, at ten A.M. I almost swallowed my tongue when she walked into my office. She sported a huge smile on her face, apparently she knew who she was meeting, while I was left in the dark. Maybe for the better, no telling what I would have done if I knew she was the possible investor.

Rebecca and I dated in college, back when I thought more of myself than I do now. Let’s face it, I thought I was hot stuff and deserved any and all attention. The cockiness of my college years got knocked out of me by real life. Unfortunately, when Rebecca decided to date someone else I made quite a stink, both with her and her intended. It even made the college paper, not front page but still predominantly displayed for all to see.

Back then Don was fairly arrogant, his opinion of himself quite different from anybody else. Unfortunately, I was that male named Don, college age, but still a teenager in maturity. Rebecca’s and my relationship wasn’t the only one I fouled up; I managed to poison most of my family too, a sister the only one to come around later in life. By the time I had finished college I had lost all of my friends, either by pissing them off or by them avoiding me, my reputation preceding me.

When I saw her I figured the arranged meeting was a waste as our parting of the ways had been rather hostile, mainly because of my big mouth. She was cordial, which surprised me greatly. We discussed the company, she looked over the P and L statements carefully, then looked at the organizational chart for the company, showing managers and employees at each branch. We discussed her investment and how the ownership would be divided. We agreed on a tentative purchase agreement, dependent on her accountants going over the financial details of the company. Rebecca would have a fifty-one percent share in the company, although I would continue to run the company. Truthfully I was in shock, surely this can’t be the same Rebecca that I had jumped on back in college.

As we got ready to break up the meeting, she asked if I would join her for lunch. That was even a bigger surprise, since I was sure she would want nothing to do with me. I agreed and we drove her car to a restaurant just down the street. I figured the lunch wouldn’t last long and I could walk back to the office afterward. As she drove there, she asked how I have been doing other than the business.

“I’m about the same as before, too busy with the business to date, and recently worried how I’d be able to salvage it” I replied. I thought about stretching the truth some, but decided to just be truthful and let whatever came to be just happen.

As we pulled into the parking lot I asked about her. We went into the restaurant and were seated over in a corner before we could resume the conversation. It turned out that she was doing pretty good, owning six businesses now, none of which had been affected by the downturn so far. When she heard about my company looking for an investor she was definitely interested.

She was looking for new commercial locations for several of her businesses, so a real estate company might be the perfect solution to attain these properties and also manage the locations she currently owned or leased. Some five hundred properties across several southern states in her present inventory of real estate. It seemed that many of my offices are in the right areas to be of service to her. I was a little shocked to learn that she had a bigger business presence than myself. I knew she was smart, one of the things that attracted me to her in the first place back in college. Her success pointed to something else, being smart and developing a huge business presence do not necessarily go hand in hand.

We took a couple of minutes to order our lunches, then resumed our discussion. So far it had been cordial but strained, at least on my part. I expected fireworks at almost any minute; surely she couldn’t have forgotten our conflict back in college?
The meal was served, we nibbled making small talk in between. She picked up the check, but wanted to talk a little more before we left. I forced myself to swallow what was obviously stuck in my throat, since I feared what was next was the hard pill I might be forced to swallow.

“I’ve had my accountants already check out your company, so that’s just a formality. The deal is satisfactory for me as it stands, with a couple of minor revisions, both of these will have to be inserted into the contract.”

She continued as I listened, “I want you to continue to run your company with my guidance, since I will now have a 51 % interest. The next condition I’m sure you will not like but it’s non-negotiable. I’m sure you remember our parting during college. Well, I was greatly embarrassed by your actions towards me and my intended boyfriend. He left me soon afterward, the press and the talk on campus convincing him that a relationship with me was not worth it.”

I tried to apologize to her, since my actions were wrong and mean. I was ignored and when I finally shut up she continued.

“I eventually recovered; maybe what you did caused me to work harder to excel. The loss of the boyfriend may not have been such a bad thing if his later activities are anything to go by. Anyway I did manage to make something of myself, but vowed to make you understand how much you hurt me, how you humiliated me in front of my friends and family, so here it is. The second condition of the deal is that you will perform your duties as CEO of your company as a female, that is as a complete female. Maybe then you will better understand how your words hurt me so bad. I want you humiliated just like I was, and not just for the short term.”

I looked at her, my mouth open wide, not a word possible to escape its depths. Up to that moment, I never realized what I had done to her, how much I had hurt her. I just sat there running all of this through my mind. If I said no, I would probably lose my company, but worst still it would be my failure as a business manager, making getting a job afterwards very difficult no matter what the reasons for the failure.

I listened as she said, “As a female you will be faced with the hardships most women have to go through to be able to do the same things as a man. I intend to make the transformation known to all, for all to see that you no longer are a male, now just a lowly female doing the work, but not getting the rewards accorded to a male. You will still have enough money to live a comfortable life, but not what you are presently pulling as a salary. After a couple of years we will talk about it again, so there is still a small hope for you to return to the masculine. Now do you want life as a female or do you want to declare bankruptcy and take your chances on a future clouded with past failures?”

She knew she had me over a barrel; if I declared bankruptcy all that I had invested in the company over the years would be lost, a quite sizable sum of money. In the few moments that I had a chance to think about it, I figured me as a female would be ludicrous, the new persona more of an embarrassment to the company than to me. At that point I figured she would end the charade and let me return to my masculinity.

I therefore relented and told her the terms were acceptable. She smiled and held her phone towards me, making me repeat my acceptance of her terms. Next, stating that I wanted to be a woman in the job, I had to plead with her to allow that request. I am sure when she revealed all, that last video would be played in its entirety, putting all the desire for this to happen on my shoulders, leaving her blameless. I almost choked on the words, something I never foresaw saying to anybody, much less Rebecca.

“I intend for you to be a girly gurl, wearing only the frilliest of clothes, date men, join all the ladies organizations, everything that a female wanting to advance would do. I want you networking with other females, helping them in exchange for their help as you try and run the business. I am sure that I will get enough satisfaction at knowing how humiliating this will be for you, a proper payback for your behavior towards me in the past.”

I saw something in you years ago, and now I want to see if that surfaces again. We can sign the deal tomorrow; I’ll transfer the funds needed to keep your business afloat that same day. It’ll be yours to run as you see fit, though I want to be consulted on any major decisions. Your transformation appointment is this weekend, Saturday at seven AM. They’ll have you looking female before the weekend is over, so you’ll be able to start work Monday morning as your new self. Plan on staying at the salon; this particular one has accommodations for its customers and I’ll be there Sunday at five to pick you up and take you home. There is still some compassion towards you left in me, but I need to see you feel what I felt before anything can be rectified.”

She got up, paid the check and walked out. I noticed she didn’t even look back to see how I was taking the revelation. Badly if my facial expression is any measure of my mental state. My mind had shut down, too much that I didn’t have any idea about, much less what to do about it. Oh shit, I thought, what have I got myself into? Don’t answer that, I couldn’t even fathom all of the ramifications of such an arrangement.

I walked slowly back to the office thinking of how this was going to work out, and what I would be facing in the next few days. I decided business first; sign the deal and correct the few things that need immediate attention. I needed to go ahead and make some changes, streamlining the offices a little more, keeping the expenses more in line with the income we were receiving. I made notes on what Rebecca might need as we took over managing her properties, also getting several of my agents looking for possible properties for her businesses, especially those that are favorably priced.

I walked home that night, a distance of a little over two miles. The weather was good, and I needed the time to think things through. I almost walked by my abode the first time, looking up to see that I was already well past my residence. Arriving home, I really didn’t come to any conclusions, but I did consider several possible ways for me to cope with this. Time would tell which one I would choose and if the decision was the right one. It was quite a decision, one that will have far reaching effects, no matter which way I approach it.
I tried to zone out, forgetting what awaits me on the weekend. I cleaned the house some, made myself a snack, and then watched some TV. My mind wasn’t on the TV though. I hadn’t the slightest idea what shows I watched that night. It was just noise in the room filling in the otherwise quiet house. I ended up falling asleep in the chair I am sitting in, then rudely awakened when the TV went off making that buzzing sound it makes when there is no reception. I flipped it off, carried my dishes to the kitchen, and then staggered to the bedroom. It was like I was in a bad dream, one that I couldn’t wake up from. Half of my mind seems to be on vacation and the other half doesn’t have a clue to what is going on.

Before I fell asleep, a notion entered my mind and a smile appeared on my face for an instant, then rational thought took over and I doubted I could pull it off, much less have the nerve to try it.

Apparently what little sleep I got was very restless, waking up with my sheets wrapped tightly around my body. It took me several minutes to extricate myself from them. When I reached the bathroom, I had only moments to spare as I quickly settled on the toilet. The notion from last night made another brief appearance, but getting to work took precedent. Since I had walked home I had to walk back, since my car was still at the offices. I needed the time to think last night, the walk this morning proving that it wasn’t that smart of an idea. Considering how little I accomplished last night as to what I was going to do, it was time wasted and only made this morning much harder to deal with.

As I entered the realtor’s office, there was not much said; I presume the rumor that I had sold part of the business to keep it viable had made its rounds already. When I got to my office that is the first task. I sent an email to everyone notifying them of the changes, the proposed closing of the deal today and the changes that will affect everyone. On a whim I inserted in the email that there would be some changes in management, that announcement going out in the next day or two.

I had everything set up when Rebecca came in at eleven. The contracts were written up, I had sent her attorney a copy and I had forwarded a copy to mine. All of the specifications she wanted were clearly stated, no legal mumbo jumbo, and ready on my desk for her to sign. She read over them carefully again, but did tell me that her attorney could find no fault with them. My attorney thought I was nuts, especially her two clauses, but I assured him they were fine with me, an explanation to follow later for me accepting them, an explanation he definitely was looking forward to hearing.

After signing them, she showed me a deposit slip from my bank where the money had been deposited. I made copies of everything, every piece of paper, the deposit slip, then shoved one more piece for her to sign. I told her it was just between her and me, a simple statement that my portraying a female was her condition for the deal to be put together. She gave me a look, but signed it anyway, I made a copy for her, and put the original in my wallet.

As she got up ready to leave, I asked her if I could move up the salon appointment some, I need a little practice if I am going to look business professional for work next week. I got another stare, this time a more deeply evolved one, trying to see what my game was. She didn’t find the answer she was looking for, telling me to call Dallas at this number and handing me a salon business card. As she was leaving. I immediately went to the phone to make the call.

I dialed the number and then asked to speak to Dallas. There was a short wait and then she answered. I told her who I was and would like to move up my appointment from this weekend. She suggested that I come in now, we could talk, and while I was on my way to the salon she would look to see what vacancies are available. The drive to the salon is about thirty minutes, with me arriving shortly after eleven AM. The meeting and signing this morning had taken very little time so I had a little extra time that was not expected.

We greeted each other in front of the salon at their reception desk and I was taken to an office in the back. I told her what the situation was, and what I wanted to do. She told me that they took the appointment, but do not perform their services when revenge is involved. My Saturday appointment was based on my consenting to the procedures willingly and signing an agreement to that effect. I had a lot more respect for the business after she revealed those conditions.

I reiterated what I wanted and why, I did abuse Rebecca greatly, hurt her more than I wished. Maybe if I go overboard on this, her mind will see that justice had been done and we can get back to a civil relationship. I doubted it could ever be close again and having any kind of love in this scenario is probably absurd.

I had to admit to myself that I still had feelings for her, feelings that had been locked away in my mind for years.

It turned out Rebecca had insisted on some feminizing treatments but not the full feminine experience. I would no doubt look feminine, but maybe not totally passable. If I was going to have to run the business as a female I wanted the full package. That was relayed to Dallas and she made the changes necessary. Dallas quizzed me several times, making sure that I had thought this through. Then she made me sign an agreement stating what I wanted and the reasons for wanting it.

“When do you want to start? I have an appointment right now, you will be female in looks before eight tonight, then some classes to make sure you can handle the day to day about being female tomorrow morning.” I agreed and soon Jessica was leading me away.

On the way to the treatment room, I had several second thoughts, but knew in my heart that I needed to put them aside and square things with Rebecca, or at least try to get things back to a normal relationship. Just considering those thoughts I realized how far this had progressed. I was going full female and expecting to pass as one, even though I am a male and have lived as one for quite a few years.

I did manage to call my office, telling my secretary about my appointment and that I wouldn’t be in till tomorrow noon at the earliest. I got some giggling, her demanding a picture tonight so she would be able to recognize me tomorrow when I came in. Since she had written up several of the agreements she knew what was involved and what I was doing at the salon. She was having way too much fun at this but I consented to the picture, better to get over her laughing fit now rather that tomorrow in front of the whole office.

From what Dallas showed me, I would be 100 % female in looks and somewhat female mentally. Adding boobs and a vagina plus long curly hair, and smooth hair free skin did make the former male think and act differently. I swallowed hard, the moment is here as I was led into the room and told to strip off my clothes. Just think tonight my clothes will be something different, maybe I can get an outfit in apple green, a favorite color of mine. It is surprising what inane thoughts the mind thinks up when it is approaching insanity. Approaching may be the wrong word choice, since insanity may already be here.

Jessica had a different time frame in mind for me, within thirty minutes I was hair free, a cream left on my skin for a short time and then wiped off left me bereft of any body hair. Another painful twenty minutes and my eyebrows are eliminated, no cream this time a pair of tweezers doing the job. Soon there was a thin high arched line above each eye, but in bright light it was hardly visible. They were left that way so that I would have a template to pencil in my eyebrows to go by. Each change so far affecting my looks quite dramatically. The eyebrows, or lack of, left my face decidedly feminine.

Next slipped into a funny looking chair similar to a dentist’s chair and leaned back. My head now over a sink, with just my neck and lower hairline supported by something. Then I felt my feet being lifted into some form of support and then spread wide apart. My arms finding their way to the arms of the chair and secured. I started to say something, this is moving faster than I had in mind, but a mouthpiece slid into my mouth, for the purpose of whitening my teeth made speech difficult. Oh well, the sooner it is over with, the better. To think that a former male could even think those words. I relaxed my head some, then felt the warn water flowing over my hair.

At the same time someone moved between my legs and started moving my male member around, a cooling spray landing on the area and then no feeling down there. I felt two objects being set on my chest, apparently glued to my chest since I could feel a cool substance as it was smoothed on. The substance properly some type of adhesive.

Then a pump started, causing some of my flesh to be sucked into the object. The shampoo on my hair smelled good, lathered up twice and then rinsed. Then again with a different smelling product. Well, that pretty much fuddled my mind, too many things being done at once, my whole system not capable of handling any of them.

I awoke later, a cool washcloth laid over my eyes, the feeling quite soothing. As I came aware of what is happening, the pump is still doing its thing and there seems to be nobody between my legs as I felt nothing down there. My legs are still anchored to the stirrups, so it is not possible to close my knees, even though my body was wanting to perform that action. My head is wrapped in something, I can’t tell what, and the feeling of something happening is now coming from my hands.

I can’t move them even my fingers seem to be not movable. I concentrate and then feel something being applied to each finger. This continues until each finger is covered. Than a sudden thought became clear in my mind, the chair I am in is like a gynecologist chair used for a female pelvic examination and my feet are in stirrups.

How did this happen to me, did I actually agree to all of this? I wonder what they are doing to me, maybe I won’t have to worry about Rebecca getting her revenge, I may have unwittingly done it for her. I took some deep breaths, I did ask for the full experience, and that is apparently what I am getting. My mind quickly scanning the documents that I had signed earlier to see if this is part of the deal. No conclusion there, for one thing I don’t remember what was stated on those documents. I was just wanting to get this over with and as soon as possible. From what I can see and feel it is over with, my masculinity now apparently gone.

The treatments continued, my ears are now pierced, twice in each ear. Other than the sharp pinch, I felt nothing until an earrings are inserted in the holes. Apparently the bottom hole held a dangly earring, the end of it brushing against my neck. They came back to work on my hair again, now a foul smelling liquid applied to my hair, roots first, then covered with a plastic bag. The treatment lasted for about a half hour, since they are no clocks and the cool cloth over my eyes, it is strictly a guess on my part.

The bag is removed from my hair and then rinsed again. The upper part of the chair is raised some, leaving me almost sitting up. My hair is set in curlers, it seemed to be hundreds of them, but I am sure there were not that many. Then a dryer is wheeled over and placed over my head, the warm air feeling good for once. I could see some now, the cloth had slipped down my face, leaving one eye open. The cups on my chest are about half full, breasts are now a part of my life apparently. I didn’t even think of how or if they could be removed since they are being sucked from my body. I did get a glance when Jessica moved out of the way, to sneak a peek at my groin, now only seeing a female sex there instead. Some few quick breaths, holding the last one till things calm down some.

My eyes now focused on my nails, they now sported extensions on each finger sticking out at least a half inch past my fingertips. The bright burgundy red polish making them quite visible. There was no mirror to see what had been done with my hair, but I had a feeling that it was no longer the light brown it once was. Jessica worked on my eyebrows; I was sure she had jerked them all out earlier, but apparently there were still a few left, too many apparently in her opinion.

I tried to prepare myself for the unveiling, I am sure from the way that I feel, that the change will be drastic. To have all traces of your masculinity removed, it would be a shock to anyone. I sure hope that this is not all in vain, maybe Rebecca can see that I am trying hard, and cut me a little slack. Then if I have done all of this already, there probably is not any slack left to cut.

They did my makeup as the new breast tissue stabilized. The hoses had been removed from the machine, the cups however were still attached to my chest filled with my skin and tissue. There will not be anybody mistaking me for a male after this, the new protrusions from my chest quite significant. After an hour of conversation with Jessica as she did my makeup, she informed me that the cups would dissolve themselves in two to three days, even now I would find them to be more flexible and jiggly.

The mirror that I was able to see my image in gave me quite a surprise. Now a light blond and immaculate makeup, with a thin high arch in my eyebrows, earrings now dangling at my sides. Jessica checked the dryness of my hair, then started removing the curlers. Once they were removed she brushed the style up, pinning the majority of my hair on top of my head. Since I had a larger than normal head, she assured me that this hairstyle would be perfect for me. It would look quite feminine and make my head appear smaller than it was.

I wondered if I would be able to duplicate it, the changes guarantying me more than a few weeks in this new body. She pinned the larger curls in place, then put hairspray on the smaller tendrils of hair peeking out from the pinned up curls. The hairstyle only added to the female look, no one is going to see a male when looking at me. I did manage to get a picture of me to Ginger, the two word reply from her just said no way.

I was offered a chance to stay the night, but I felt it better to return to the office and face the music, then return tomorrow to get training in acting the female part. The salon had bettered the eight o’clock estimated finish time as I was in my car a little after four-thirty. I am sure Jessica was motivated since there was absolutely no masculine features left on my body. The outfit I was given to wear home assured the feminine look, an ivory business suit with a pencil skirt, very business professional and according to Jessica also very cute. I drove back to the office, walking right in and to my private office. I know there were several onlookers, but I decided it better to get to my office then send out an email explaining my changes and the reasons for it.

My secretary, Ginger, was first to notice and first to invade my office to see the changes. Her face lit up with a big smile giving everything away. She had added the clauses to the contract, so had an idea about what was to come. “Would you prefer Ms. or Miss? Name wise I think Donna would be appropriate, but all of this is up to you. When I first got the picture I thought you were trying to pull a fast one, but seeing you in person you are truly beautiful. You look good, maybe even better than you were as a male. I can’t wait until our first conference call!” I was given a hug, a warm and tender greeting that was held longer than usual, as I pulled away I saw a tear in Ginger’s eye, hard to see clearly since my right eye had also teared up.

“I am drafting an email now about the changes, as soon as I have it done you need to send it to all the offices. Also a copy to Rebecca. In fact, with any management decisions or discussions in the future, a copy needs to be forwarded to her. This is to make her aware of all that we are doing.” I worked on the email, the correct wording took a while, but eventually I achieved what I wanted. The email stated.

Effective today Don Rasmussen as CEO ceases to exist. Donna Rasmussen has assumed leadership of the company, and I trust you will support her as you have Don. The decision to present as female is mine, one that has taken years to embrace. The company now has a new influx of money, so worries about our future should ease. Since the economy has shown a lot of instability, I have invoked a lot of cost cutting measures to insure that we keep an edge over our competition. Any discussion regarding the company or my presentation can be addressed to me by phone, email or in person. I will answer all in a timely manner. Thank you in advance for your support.
Sincerely, Donna Rasmussen CEO of D&R Realty.
P.S. Just a reminder, there will be a video conference call three days from now at ten AM. All associates of this company will be required to participate. No excuses allowed.

As I handed the email to Ginger, I asked her to change our stationery to read Donna Rebecca Realty instead of D&R Realty. When the time comes we can have the signs changed to reflect the new name. By then maybe the economic conditions might be a little more favorable. The email went out that afternoon late, I doubted I would hear anything until the morning. I said goodnight to Ginger and went home.

A few minutes after arriving home I received a call from Rebecca. She had received my email, wanting to know if we might have dinner together tonight. “You just want to see what I look like, so let’s get it over with. Italiana Ristorante at eight, if that is alright?” She giggled, “That will be fine.”

I didn’t have any other clothes yet, so I went as dressed. I did repair my lipstick, as the salon had provided me with one to do repairs. I emptied my wallet into the makeup bag, and headed to the restaurant. Rebecca was waiting by the door and I walked right past her. I turned around and asked “Was she just going to just stand there and stare, or are we going to eat dinner tonight?”

She followed me and the hostess to a table on the patio, the weather nice, the patio was perfect for our dinner. Nothing was said for a while as she checked me out. Believe me there wasn’t much she missed, from my hair to my toes a careful inspection of all things feminine. I could see the smile hidden in her face, she was doing everything she could to suppress it. I asked her what she wanted to drink, then signaled the waitress to come over. Our orders were taken, the drinks came soon after and then we were left in peace as they prepared our food. Nothing here was premade, everything from scratch, so waiting for forty minutes to be served is not unheard of.

“You have surprised me, moving up the appointment, coming clean with your company, showing up as a female the first day” she stated. “I think I might have under estimated you a little.” I smiled, it seems my plan is working some already.

“I still have a long way to go, my wardrobe consists of only what I am wearing so some shopping is a necessity. Maybe tomorrow, after my female training and if all goes well, I can get started on my new wardrobe. On a side note, I am sure I will have a reaction to my email, not everyone will be happy with my decision. That will help in my cost cutting decisions, maybe a little shakeup will be good for everybody.” I told her that she would receive copies of all email with regards to any business decision. Also I asked that she include herself in any video conference calls we had.”

She tried to decline all the inclusions, but I insisted. “For you to get satisfaction you have to see the interaction between me and my employees.”

She smiled. “I have definitely under estimated you, this ought to be interesting.” We chit chatted after finishing the dinner, but nothing more was said about my appearance. I hugged her and told her I would see her at the next video conference in three days. We departed and I made my way home.

Life as a female at home is not what I expected. Getting out of all the clothes is one thing, but slipping into the nightie that was furnished is another level of pleasure entirely. It took me forever to get my makeup cleaned off, the nightie sliding over my body as I moved my arms kept me in perpetual turmoil. Trying to sleep with boobs is another feat, finally I lay exasperated flat on my back as any other position pinched or squashed my new attractions. I did finally fall asleep, not a restful sleep, but sleep none the less.

I went back to the salon the next day, where I was put through my paces. Tall heels, up and down stairs, and at least thirty trips around the salon to get used to walking the way a woman does. Shorter steps, one foot in front of the other, and heel first were stressed to me. The gal that was overseeing my learning to do a female walk was serious, constantly on me about doing it the way she showed me and not my interpretation of what she said. It did take me the thirty trips to finally get it right though, well let’s just say better than previous attempts and apparently good enough for my drill sergeant’s approval.

We moved to makeup next, they would show me how to put it on, then have me clean it off and do it myself. This went on for several hours, each time I improved, in fact I thought I was doing quite well at applying the makeup. Next was some lessons in deportment, how to sit, what to do with my legs and feet, where to hold my hands, all the things that a female learns over time, that I had a morning to learn.

She spent some time showing me how to reproduce my hairstyle, suggesting twice a week appointments to keep the foundation there so that I could just brush it and apply a little hairspray to coax it back into the style.

My voice is next, if I kept it a little higher than a whisper it didn’t cause any alarms. That wouldn’t do in the long run, so Jessica sprayed my throat with a spray that tightened my vocal cords causing a little higher voice. That turned out to be the better option, I sounded female, and could talk in a normal volume. The spray was good for several months, continued use of it would keep the vocal chords tight and eventually no more applications of the spray would be necessary. Not sure about the future with my voice, I liked the new feminine voice, but kept remembering that I was a male underneath all of this and that voice is not appropriate for a male.

The last three hours of the day was spent in their clothing boutique, learning what went together, what my colors were and picking a basic wardrobe for me in the coming weeks. I chose to stay with dresses and skirts, thinking that would please Rebecca the most. I also found that the dresses in particular were the most comfortable to me, hence that is what I mainly chose to wear. Heading home that night my back seat of the car was laden with bags. I now had my new wardrobe, most of it business professional.

Lingerie was included, after trying on some things I opted for a corset, its firm grip on my body comforting to me. Nothing extreme, the corset I chose taking three inches off my waist. The bras were lacy, and underwired, I liked the look they provided, but knew I would be ready to shed them once I got home from a day at work. For panties I chose a myriad of styles and colors, their hugging my new figure and my obvious flat front a noticeable difference from before.

It is surprising that very little thought of my missing male appendage appeared in my mind. I really didn’t miss it, it was never a favorite before, I never masturbated much, and dating was a joke. After I started the business it occupied most of my time and thoughts. The college macho jerk mentality faded from existence, too busy trying to make a go of the business.

It took me several hours to put everything away, while taking all of my male clothes and packing them up. My closet was almost full, although I knew I still had to get some evening wear, for parties and social functions. Later that night lying in bed, I decided to give them to a charity that decision seemed to support my feeling that my transformation would be around for quite some time. I should be anxious to return to the male self, but I had a feeling deep down inside that would not be happening for quite some time, if ever. I was not sure that Rebecca would ever be convinced that the humiliation was enough, but I presume I could get used to living this way. My hope was that Rebecca and I would not continue to be hostile towards each other, maybe even friends at some point. It was quite a wish, but you never know these days what wishes might get granted.

I never did get the negative reaction I was expecting from my staff and employees, even the first video conference as a female was tame. I had made an announcement in front of all the associates about my reason for changing genders. I also stressed that the company would be run tighter now, things not totally necessary eliminated. I mentioned about the new properties we would be helping manage and the need to find similar properties at reasonable prices for expansion.

After the video conference, I received emails from every branch complimenting me on my appearance and offering me their undivided support in anything I might want to pursue. The next few days were unusual, dressing as a female every day takes a little getting used to. I remembered that I had promised to get active in woman’s organizations, so I asked Ginger to gather meeting times and membership requirements.

Two days later I had my first luncheon of a women’s civic organization. I was greeted warmly by their current president and sat at their table. I didn’t want any trouble later so I was blunt about my current sex, my reason for the change, and my genuine interest in their organization and their goals. They had no idea about me, surprised to say the least. They did listen, asked a few questions of me and then voted me as a member. Joyce their president told me of several more groups that I should join. If I wanted, she would contact them on my behalf. I agreed.

When the meeting was over Joyce approached me wanting to talk some more. “Why did you confess your real sex, you look so convincing no one would question you? I respect you for your actions, but wouldn’t it be less humiliating if no one knew your real sex?”

My heart felt response was “Probably less humiliating, but also not the truth. I want to deceive no one, but treasure my time as a female. I am glad you have seen fit to allow me to participate in your organization, maybe I can help in some special ways.”

“Just be aware that with more people knowing about you, that one of them might decide to share your secret with the rest of the world. I will try and make sure it doesn’t happen with my group, but I can’t guarantee anything.”

I looked her in the eyes and said, “If it happens it won’t be the end of the world, I will face up to it and move on. Make sure any referrals you make with me in mind that they know up front my true sex. I won’t have that being withheld from anyone. I do thank you for your kindness and understanding, it is greatly appreciated. I look forward to our time together, helping to advance feminine issues and ideas.”

Work at the office was just as it was before. I did notice that my appearance was looked at every day, there was some talk among the ladies, but later Ginger told me they were just complimenting me on my style, wondering where I learned about the things that I was doing now every day. The relationship between Ginger and me, however, only got better. She second guessed me on most matters, when I would tell her something I wanted done, I found out she had already started on it or was able to hand me the finished reports or pertinent email.

The financial reports of the company improved quite a bit every week. My cutbacks had helped considerably, and the new business that Rebecca brought to us helped our bottom line. We found several properties that she liked, so they were purchased and added to our management portfolio.

I visited three more women’s organizations, attended their meetings, and was warmly welcomed to their groups. All three I joined, after making sure they knew all about me. I was appointed to a couple of committees for these groups, and helped all I could. In all the participation in the women’s organizations, Rebecca was kept abreast of all my meetings and involvement.

Joining the organizations also turned out good for business, more customers and leads for others. Quite often I would get a phone call from one of the ladies wanting some service or referring someone to me wanting to buy or sell some property.

About the third week into my transformation, Ginger notified me that a reporter for the local paper wanted to do a story on me and my company. She told me the reporter’s name, that she seemed fair and caring. The articles she wrote were seldom vicious, just a statement of facts and feelings. I was a little leery of this, now my transformation would be known to all, as soon as the article was published. The dressing and acting as a female was comfortable now, still not totally used to it, but not something that I feared or shied away from.

I did all my personal shopping as usual, almost all in dresses or skirts. So far I was not singled out or had inappropriate remarks made to me. I shopped twice a week for groceries, ate out once a week, and usually shopped for clothes during the week whenever a sale was announced. As a former male, dressing and living as a female and automatically indulging in the feminine past time of shopping was definitely not the usual fare. It was fun, experiences that I had never indulged in that were enjoyable to me now.

The interview would complete the humiliation of Don, the whole town would now be aware of my dressing and acting as a female. Rebecca should be pleased. Recently, she has been quiet, never responding to my numerous emails. I allowed Ginger to make an appointment for the interview, then told her I needed my appointment at the salon to be moved up a day or two. If I was going to do this I wanted to look my best. Her giggle conveyed amusement that I thought I needed to look especially good for my interview.

She however suggested that it be held at the office, rather than any other venue, in case there was any problems. A few minutes later I found out that I had an appointment first thing in the morning at the salon, and the interview with the reporter shortly after lunch at one thirty. I had Ginger email Rebecca about the interview, telling her that her attendance is mandatory. I didn’t want her to hear about it from someone else, I wanted her to hear what is said first hand.

I had made an outline of what should be covered in the interview and sent it to the reporter. Doing that I hoped that it would eliminate some surprises in the interview, since she would know what I expected to be covered in the session. I asked Ginger if she could think of anything else that should be done. A big smile coming over her face as she thought for a minute, then mouthed dress shopping. It was decided that I had to have just the right outfit, most likely a dress to make an impression and also for the picture that would be taken for the newspaper.

Ginger was caught up, so we made our excuses and went shopping. She jumped up and attacked me, heading me towards the office door, anxious to find that special dress. She suggested the salon’s boutique, since they carried a full line of business clothing for the professional woman. The short drive was made as we discussed the interview and what its effect would be on the company. Ginger was pretty sure that there would be no impact on the company, my image and reputation would be the only things affected. If I came off as a modern professional business woman just doing her job as a company CEO, my history should have very little bearing on my current status. It might be noted in the interview, but my appearance and what decisions I have made would be considered more pertinent. How right she was.

We looked at every dress they had in the boutique, finally settling on three to try on. Our first choice turned out to be the one we bought. I even got a thirty percent discount because I was a regular customer of the salon. It was a classic LBD in design, a scoop neckline, mid-thigh in length and a fitted skirt. The color was not the typical black, but a dark burgundy with some lace accents around the neckline and at the end of the three-quarter length sleeve. We found a pair of burgundy pumps with a five inch heel that looked good with the dress. They even had the black lace trim around the top part of the shoe making them a perfect match to the dress. Classy but still within the parameters of business professional.

I dropped Ginger off at the office, checked my email, and then headed home. There was an email from Rebecca, her only comment was am I sure about the interview? My one word reply, ‘yes’. She did indicate she would be there, so that part of the grand plan was in place. I hoped that any hostility between us would vanish after the interview tomorrow. I would be out to everyone, performing my job as a female, leaving nothing for Rebecca to add to my humiliation. Then I remembered her wish for me to date a male, just like a typical female would do. I set there trying to figure out who I could get to ask me out that wouldn’t cause even more problems.

I didn’t want to go the bar route, I am not interested in finding a mate, just a date to satisfy the contract clauses. I had discussed it with Ginger, she suggested my attorney, a friend for several years and unmarried. We could discuss the business, instead of kissing and groping. That last stated with a giggle. I called Bob, asked how he was doing, everything but what I originally made the call about. I think he figured there was something I wanted, so he told me to just spit it out.

“As I am sure you remember the clauses in the contract, I need a date with you as part of the clauses in the contract. I know this is unusual, but can you make an exception and take me out?” There was silence for several minutes, I figured he was thinking about it, so I let the silence reign. Finally he made a reply.

“I will go out with you on one condition, well actually several conditions. First, it is to be a real date, both dinner and dancing or a movie. Second, you will have to be dressed to the nines, I have an image to protect and I can’t be seen with just anyone. Third, I get a kiss at the end of the evening, no negotiating on this one. If you do all of this I will be glad to take you out, my treat. Tomorrow evening at eight P.M. be ready.” No asking if that time was okay with me, just be ready.

I listened to the dial tone, he actually hung up on me, then I smiled, he treated me just like a female, one of his dates. We had talked about his dating over the years, although it was a male discussing it with a male at the time. He was an eligible bachelor and he knew it. He had yet to find someone to his liking, so they were only one time happenings. He had always been confident in his dealings whether with the law or with a date. The difference was he was confident not arrogant like I was in college.

Waking up to my big day, in more ways than you know. I grabbed a snack of an orange, got dressed in my sweats and with my dress in a garment bag along with my lingerie I headed to the salon. Jessica was ready for me, today nothing new to be done, just check to make sure everything was feminine and I was at my prettiest. Of course, my legs needed a touch up to get rid of the little peach fuzz found thereon. Several hairs of my eyebrows had to be removed, plus the wash and set I received every time I came in.

A professional makeup job, although I was fast approaching that level myself when I get dressed each day. Let’s not forget a manicure, fresh polish to match the dress. Looking in the mirror, I didn’t see any problems so I picked up my purse and drove back to the office. I was early, but the reporter and her photographer were already there. He got the photographs he wanted and went back to their office. Stephanie and I sat and talked in the office about her career, while we were waiting for Rebecca. She had made her way up through the ranks, nothing given to her without her earning it.

Rebecca finally made it and we started the interview. Most of her questions were what I had submitted or re-worded versions of them. I answered truthfully, telling her that I have felt this way for years, now the time had come for me to make the first step. Steph asked if this in any way made me feel humiliated, a normal male for twenty plus years just up and deciding to be a female for the rest of her life.

I looked at Rebecca, then smiled telling Stephanie that fate deals us a hand sometimes; what we have done in the past comes back forcing oneself to try and rectify that past deed or situation. This is one of those times. I am proud to be a member of the female sex now, proud to live my remaining years as a female, and trying hard to rectify some errors of judgment made in the past. I may never be able to repair the damage done, but at least I have made the effort.” Luckily Steph did not pursue that line of questioning, the interview ended shortly thereafter.

We shook hands, hugged and said our goodbyes. Steph said she would email a copy of the article to me as soon as she is finished with it. She assured me I would like it. That said with quite a smile. Ginger had recorded the interview just to be on the safe side, in case what was said was questioned. She went back to her desk, leaving Rebecca and me in the office. Rebecca had set on the couch when she came in, so she patted the cushion next to her wanting me to come sit next to her.

As I set she took my hand, holding it between her hands. “That went well Donna, you handled it very professionally, a credit to your gender. You have proven to me that the Don I used to know no longer exists. I release you from all the provisions of the contract that I had forced on you. I would like to take you to dinner tonight if you will permit it. A thank you for how you have handled everything so far.”

With a giggle and a smile, I told her that, “Tomorrow might be better, for tonight I have a date, one that I had to almost beg for.” She gave me such a look, then broke out in laughter. “You mean you actually are going to date a man, who is this guy?”

“My lawyer, is the lucky male, the only one that I thought I could get to ask me out, but he had conditions and now I have to abide by them. I have to dress up fancy, go dancing with him after dinner and give him a kiss at the end of the evening.” Rebecca just hee-hawed, enough so that Ginger came back into the office to see what the commotion was all about.

Ginger watched for a minute then returned to her desk, after reminding me that I needed a dress for this evenings date. Rebecca asked if she could help, either with the dress or my date. She volunteered to call him, informing him of my preferences, just to make sure the date was enjoyable for me. To her surprise, I told her, “That would be fine, that way Bob will know what he is getting tonight from one that had dated me before.” Rebecca rose from the couch, hugged me and gave me a sensuous kiss. “You just wait till tomorrow night, there will be no question after our date who you will want to spend the rest of your life with.” Another quick peck and she was gone.

Now what did that mean, was she interested in me still? Maybe it is just the clothes, or the body, even if I am naked there would be no doubt about my gender. I thought Rebecca was straight, she always dated males in college, in fact as far as I know she didn’t even have a roommate during college. Ginger came in smiling, now you will need two dresses and another appointment at the salon for tomorrow. I asked her what she thought about Rebecca’s comment, but her only remark is wait until tomorrow and that will be cleared up.

Ginger had some work to do so she called the boutique and told them what I needed and they would have some things picked out for me to choose from. Besides she wanted to be there when the email came from Stephanie, about the interview. She promised to send me a copy when it arrived. I grabbed my purse, such a feminine thing to do, but I found it ingrained in me already. A lot of things that I have been doing these last few days have stuck with me, now I am doing them without even thinking about it. Among other things I regularly checked my makeup, reapplying it as needed.

I drove over to the boutique, walked in and was immediately led back to the back. Two racks were waiting for me in one of their dressing rooms, loaded with possible choices. I picked one of their selections out and took a look at it and immediately put it back on the rack. I am sure there would be very little not visible while I was in that dress. It was lacy with a sheer matching panel, very provocative and way too sexy to wear on a date. Continuing to look through the rack I tried on several, I looked good in them but for some reason they just didn’t seem right.

On the second rack another sexy dress made its appearance. It did have solid material, not see through like the other dress, but its problem was it covered so little of my body. I bulged out the top of the dress, the pencil skirt of the dress barely covering my panties. The associate helping me suggested thong panties and a special bra that would lift and enhance my natural bust line. I almost broke out laughing at that comment, my natural bust line, sucked from my body and definitely not natural for a male. I tried on a couple more dresses, but those two kept coming back to haunt me. I asked the associate to get me the proper undergarments for both dresses and ring me up.

For tonight’s date I decided on the short one, sure to please Bob, maybe I can get some free legal work in the future in exchange for my date tonight. Business always comes first. I hope my look is satisfactory for his image, can’t have his image ruined by some normal looking female, even if she is a CEO.

I made my way home, the job the salon had done on me this morning left me very little to do other than redo my lipstick. I changed undergarments the bra lifting and separating my breasts. In the dress they looked like they were going to spill out at any moment. The panties that went with the outfit were very brief, the associate called them bikini panties. After getting the dress on, I tried three times to get it to cover more of my thigh, all three attempts failed miserably. I doubted my sanity when I thought that this dress was the proper choice for tonight. I knew it looked good on me, but the fact that I couldn’t sit down in it without my panties showing made it very unpractical. I tried crossing my legs, it did help, but was very uncomfortable. Not that it pinched anything, there was nothing in the way any more, just a flat front with an inviting slit.

Bob was on time, I grabbed a shawl and my purse and we were on our way. He was very gracious, complimenting me on my looks, getting the car door for me, pulling out my chair at the restaurant and all the other things a proper gentleman does for his date. He had his arm on me the whole time, leading me to the table, to his car, then back to his car after the restaurant. He took me to the fanciest dance club in town, and we danced every dance for three hours. I did get a respite from time to time for a drink, but then back to the dancing. He was an excellent dancer, both in the faster dances and in the slow romantic ones. I gave in after the first slow dance and held him close with my head on his shoulder. His only comment was, “It is about time.”

All in all it was an incredible evening, fun and exciting. The whole time I was a female, both in body and mind, Don never appeared in any way. I think that evening I had decided to stay a female from now on, the feelings just too nice to ignore. I enjoyed my date with Bob, even the kiss was sensual and lasted far longer than I anticipated, but I doubt I will try and convince him to be my boyfriend.

At home after I had undressed and slipped into a nightie, I made myself a cup of hot chocolate, and went to my bedroom to try and put some things in perspective. I had a love seat over by the patio doors leading out to a balcony, so I set down and stared out at the night sky. There were no clouds tonight, the myriad of twinkling stars the only thing visible in the dark sky.

Lots of thoughts ran through my mind that night, most of them should have never entered my mind. They were all about me being a female now, the pleasure I was getting dressed as one, my date with Bob and my utter acceptance of my modified female body as being right for me. I thought of the interview today and reached over to turn my phone back on. I had turned it off to preserve my sanity, it is enough just to be dating a male, much less dealing with any other matters.

I looked at the messages and sure enough a message from Ginger with the interview attached to it. I read it on my phone, too comfortable to get up and access it with my laptop. I read through it twice, it actually was quite complimentary, mentioning my desire to fulfill a lifelong wish, and the professional manner that I handled it with regards to the business and my employees. She covered all the points that I desired to be mentioned, dealing with each one in a concise manner. She even mentioned my partner Rebecca in the article, but not any comment or reaction from her.

I looked further down the list of messages, finding one only a few minutes ago from Rebecca. I read it three times, so surprised at its contents. She was pleased with the interview, hoped that I had a good time with Bob, and wanted to be sure I would be at the office early, she had found a perfect dress for me, hoping that I would wear it tomorrow for her. I replied that I would, and thanked her for her generosity. I wondered what she had in mind, she already knew I had a dress purchased for our date, another dress now was a little unusual.

I sat there for quite some time staring at the stars, even noticing a couple of shooting stars, I made a separate wish on each star. Finally the hot chocolate had done its thing with me yawning and now ready for bed. In bed I slid under the covers, pulled the comforter up over my shoulders and quickly lost my battle to stay awake.

The next thing I remembered was my alarm going off the next morning, I felt too comfortable under the covers so I resisted until it had rang for the third time, an hour after I should have got up. Soon, thereafter, I received a call from Ginger wondering if I was coming in today. I told her I would be there soon, just don’t hold her breath. She giggled, but pointed out that I had missed Rebecca and I should come in fairly quickly to get a look at the dress that she had left for me. I tried to pry more info, but she said the only way to appreciate it was to be standing and looking at it.

I visualized lots of things over the next few minutes as I tried to find appropriate clothing and make myself presentable. From some designer original to some gaudy bright color monstrosity ran though my feeble mind. It took me more than an hour to get to the office, went directly in and noticed the dress hanging on the back of my closet door. I sat down hard in my chair, just mesmerized by what I was looking at. Ginger was right behind me, watching as my eyes were transfixed on the dress.

“Rebecca expects me to wear that dress on our dinner date; I doubt I will fit into it, but even if I did, to wear it in public is probably against the law!” I told Ginger. If none of the other things humiliated me, this dress will definitely finish me off. Ginger suggested that I remove my clothes and attempt to get into the dress, then go from there. When she removed the dress from the garment bag, she discovered a wicked looking corset, one that would support my breasts and end about mid-thigh. As she laid it on my desk she giggled, “I can’t wait to see you in this corset, and if I can get it cinched up, you are going to be so feminine. From the looks of the dress you will have to be in the corset for the dress to fit properly.”

We attempted the corset first, it required both sets of hands to get it around me and the busk fastened. Then she started tightening the laces. Just fastened around me the corset took off inches, each subsequent tightening of the laces took another inch off my middle section. I noticed my breasts swelling up a little, not connecting the corset and the swelling of my breasts until a few minutes later. The tissue that was being squeezed was forced to either swell up my breasts or fatten my hips. Ginger stopped several times holding the dress up against me to judge whether she had to take more off. But the smile never came off her face, to her this was fun, something she didn’t get a chance to do often. About the fifth time she went up and down the laces she thought the dress might fit.

She had me step into it, then worked it up over my hips, that alone took twenty minutes to accomplish. Believe me there was not even a quarter inch of space between my skin and the dress. Then came getting the top part of the dress up over my boobs. Another fifteen minutes and she was able to button the back part of the dress closed. Instead of a zipper, they had added a multitude of tiny buttons, each one barely fitting through the button hole.

When Ginger had fastened the last one she smiled and scooted the free standing mirror over in front of me. It had been purchased so that the new female in the office could see if her presentation was adequate before venturing out. I tried to move a little to see the side and rear of the dress, but found my movements very restricted. Ginger saw what I was doing, but suggested that fewer movements was better, because if I attempted too much movement, I would likely be exposing myself quite a bit.

My bulging breasts were barely contained in the top, the nipples just barely below the edge of the bodice. The dress looked like it had been sprayed on me, not a wrinkle or fold visible anywhere you look. I tried to move forward, but a two inch forward movement was all that I could manage. My arms still had mobility, but hardly anything else. The image in the mirror was pure erotic, a gorgeous female poured into her dress. Rebecca has to be nuts, I can hardly move how am I going to be able to go on a date with her?

I asked Ginger to get her on the phone for me, I desperately needed to talk to her about this. I tried to sit, that was impossible, then I tried to maneuver around the office some, I made it a foot or two before Ginger told me to pick up line two. I had to lean back towards my desk to pick up the phone and was appalled as one of my breasts fell out of the cup of the corset. When Ginger came back into the office to see why I hadn’t answered the phone she burst into laughter. Meanwhile, I was trying to talk to Rebecca. I could tell Rebecca was smirking, she had to be knowing what I was calling her about. She asked if I was in the dress yet. Sarcastically, I told her “yes I am in it.”

“Donna you must calm down, I am sure you look fantastic in the dress, I will pick you up at the office at six” she said. Then the bitch hung up on me. I was mad until I realized the situation I found myself in. I started to giggle, I could try to laugh but I doubted I could get enough of a breath to do so.

Eleven in the morning, I would be trapped in the dress for hours before she picked me up. I took too long to get into the dress, I was not going to go through it again for the date. Then Ginger walked in with the shoes that went with the dress. I let out a quite audible sigh, they were very tall with only a strap above the toes and a very thin strap around the ankle. My toes and three quarters of my foot will be on display, my ankles arched severally up because of the five inch plus heel height.

It was mid afternoon before I was able to sit in my desk chair. Either the dress was stretching or my body was adapting to the corset. As I sat I felt it would split wide open revealing me in my sexy corset. All I managed that day was a few phone calls, my predicament excluding any other activities. It seemed that the time was dragging along at a snail’s pace. I swear the seven hours until she picked me up was more like fifteen! Right before Ginger left for the day, she had me try walking in the dress. I was able to manage a fast shuffle, gaining about six inches with each step. It was very fortunate that I had not eaten or drank much liquid, as it would be impossible to be able to use the ladies room without spending hours doing so. I took me five minutes to get to the bathroom so I could replenish my lipstick and check my makeup.

Rebecca finally made it at ten after six with her chauffeur alongside her. I was kissed and hugged then she pulled back to appraise the dress. She reached over to the desk to retrieve my purse and then Stefan came over and picked me up slinging me over his shoulder to take me to the limo. I protested for a minute but then realized it was by far the better way to get down eight floors and through a hundred feet of lobby. Set back down on my feet outside the limo, I slid in and Rebecca joined me. All the time I was trying to get my boobs back inside the dress. When I was lifted onto his shoulder both breasts slid out of the cups dangling between me and his shoulder. I was bright red, a most embarrassing situation for a female much less a former male.

She was dressed in a very feminine pant suit, in two shades of brown. Her hair was in a braid, and she wore minimal makeup. Apparently I was the female tonight, her pantsuit the only feminine thing she wore. No jewelry either, I had only the studs in my ears so far. I said so far, because there was a jewelry box on the back of the next seat. When we reached the restaurant, Stefan parked around the corner and Rebecca opened the box and removed the contents. She removed my studs, inserting the two chandelier earrings in their place, I presume they were real diamonds by the brilliance and the name on the jewelry box. That name, the premiere jewelry store in the state, most of their pieces sold in the neighborhood of ten thousand dollars. Quite often they advertised that if you had to ask the price this was not where you needed to shop.

I felt them sway against my neck and then the sight of the necklace took my breath away. It had multi strands of smaller diamonds along a gold chain that was exquisite. The detail was precise and miniature, the combined look of the chains made the necklace look fabulous. She attached it around my neck with a click, then added one more thing to my jewelry for the night. A gorgeous engagement ring was slid on my finger, perfectly sized and absolutely brilliant. The one large stone, quite sparkly, the surrounding smaller stones situated to make the larger stone stand out.

I started to protest, but her finger on my lips stopped that. “Wear them tonight, enjoy the evening and when we get back to my place later we will talk.” Suddenly, I realized how deep I was into this, Rebecca still cared for me, from what she has done tonight, that attraction appeared to be quite strong. The jewelry alone an indication of her affection for me. An engagement ring no less, jewelry that is real and quite expensive were those not just given to friends or business partners.

I had misjudged her and thought my treatment of her in college had ruined any chance of a romantic relationship. Instead my recent actions has seemed to make her forget those acts of humiliation that I had made her suffer through. I am sure she is still having fun with me, this dress a prime example. The jewelry though shows something else at work here.

The driver pulled up to the restaurant since I was now bejeweled appropriately. OMG was the only sounds that emerged from my mouth. The fanciest restaurant in town, reservations taken months in advance just to sit at the lower levels of the establishment. The driver came around to the door, opened it for me and helped me out. I kept a wary eye on him, fearful that I would be toted off again. He did the same with Rebecca when she took my arm and led me to the front doors.

My steps were slow, the dress just not letting any kind of normal movement to occur. The Maitre’D recognized her and we were led off to an elevator and then up to the third floor balcony. Our chairs were held for us and before we got situated in them wine was being served. I took it that Rebecca had ordered everything in advance since we were never asked our preferences. The food was excellent, cooked to perfection and seasoned perfectly. There was a band on the lower level, playing during our dinner. Rebecca asked me to dance when a slow number was being played, probably the only thing I could dance to in this dress.

I was pulled tightly in an embrace, her arms around me and my head laying on her shoulder. For some unknown reason six straight slow numbers were played in a row; she never allowed me out of her embrace. Actually, I was quite comfortable there not wanting to be any place else. We stayed for three hours, taking about trivial things, the weather, the food, the band, anything but what we were feeling. We danced several more times that evening, a most enjoyable occurrence.

Finally it was time to go, we made it back to the limo and then back to her home. It was a gorgeous house, several years old and quite beautiful. It was not ostentatious, just a typical upper crust family home. The grounds were well manicured, making the house fit in well into the suburban neighborhood.

The driver got our doors after parking in the drive, just outside of the garage. Me first, then Rebecca, I had relaxed my guard some, so when I found myself being put on his shoulder for the trip to the front door it was another surprise. Of course, I was not sure if I was more embarrassed by his action or my red face and shoulders. He carried me all the way into the living room where he set me down on my feet, and tipped his hat to me. I am not sure what the proper protocol is but I thanked him anyway, still red faced and a little wobbly on my feet. First action was needing to get my erstwhile breasts back in the dress again.

Rebecca joined me giggling, her apparent enjoyment at my expense was quite satisfying to her. She made her way to the kitchen, returning a few minutes later with two glasses and a bottle of wine. She told me to sit on the couch and parked her behind right next to me, and I do mean right next to me. She poured me a glass of wine, then her one and we toasted. “To things that are important in life” she said to me as we looked into each other’s eyes.

I sipped my wine, wondering where all of this is going. I felt helpless in the dress tonight, but other than a few words I was not teased about it or humiliated because I was wearing it. We had a nice time tonight, I enjoy her company immensely, just wished that I hadn’t ruined things in the years past. She put her arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer till my head was on her shoulder. She tilted her head down and I received my first kiss of the evening. It was not overly passionate, but it did convey her feelings for me.

We set there for at least an hour, sipping wine and nibbling on each other. “What are your plans for the future,” she asked? I was not sure how to answer, I had made some changes recently in my personal plans, but not sure how Rebecca might respond to them. From her actions tonight she has apparently forgave me some, but still what I had decided to do was maybe further than she might be comfortable with. I decided to tell her exactly what I intended to do, it either would be alright with her or any chance of a relationship would be lost.

My reply was, “I have decided to stay as a female if my business partner will allow it. The changes I have experienced have so enhanced my life that I no longer wish to live as a male. I enjoy the camaraderie between females, the clothes, even the makeup. If I still have a job, I would like to live out the rest of my life as a female.” She had set her wine glass down on the coffee table, then used both of her hands to move my face directly in front of her. She kissed me passionately, trying to meld her lips to mine leaving me breathless.

I never did hear a response to my question the kiss went on and on, with only a break to take on additional air. I was pulled closer to her our upper bodies pushed together squashing our breasts against each other, the heat from our bodies warming the air all around us. Her response to my question was in the form of another question. “Can I go with you to your home and help throw out all of your male clothes. Pretty please?” How can one turn down such a polite request?

We set there for quite some, her arms around me, with my head on her shoulder, there were no words spoken, just two people renewing a relationship. I presume that it was a relationship now, still I considered myself very lucky for her taking me back after all the horrid things I had done to her back in college. A couple of hours later, she dragged me to her bedroom, helped me out of the dress, let me use the bathroom then patted the edge of the bed where she is lying.

As I approached the bed she pointed to a negligee lying there, asking me to slip it on. It was floor length, long sleeve, and absolutely gorgeous. I slipped it over my head, my hands sliding down the sleeves, and the gown’s hem on the floor of the bedroom. It seemed way too big, but the smile on Rebecca’s face said she liked it. She pulled me down next to her, then cuddled up next to me, her arms around my body playing with my breasts.
I was still trying to find the end of the sleeve, to put my hands through it, but her lips on mine, curtailed that action for a moment. She then slid down my body to my ankles, playing with the hem of the negligee. I heard a zipping sound and raised my head to see what she was doing. She returned to my face kissed me again, then reached for my hands. She hooked the two sleeves together and slid her body between my arms so that I was holding her in my arms. She wiggled a little, then laid her head on my chest. I then discovered that my hands were trapped in the sleeves and my feet were trapped within the negligee.

Rebecca had the biggest smile on her face, little giggles threatening to breakout at any minute. “Now you have to love me, you are trapped in my negligee prison, never to be released until I am pleasured and pleasured well. I do love you, I always have? You tried to ruin things back in college, but I knew that you would come back to me. The events of the last few weeks have been fun, but all I was trying to do is get you to realize what is inside of you, the true Donna, so to speak.”

“I am proud of you, you have finally realized your place in life and owned up to it. I doubt I will let you go back to your home, unless there is something that you just have to bring back here. We can send someone to get rid of your male life, you belong next to me, as my lover, my BFF, my everything. Let’s find someone to take your place at work, you can still go in every once in a while, but I can think of a lot of things to keep you occupied right here at home.”

Except for going to the bathroom I was kept in the negligee for hours, usually in her embrace, a place that I never wanted to leave. It was comfortable, especially when her body was trapped between my arms. I did all I could to please her, but with me restrained there was not a lot I could do for her. I made sure she was kissed at every opportunity possible. When she slid out from between my trapped arms, I tried to maneuver my face where I could show appropriate attention to her breasts, the low moans I received in return made me feel good that I was making her feel loved.

She, however, was unhindered in her actions, making me twist and turn, to escape her tongue and mouth. Several times I just lay there, pooped from all the exertion, but so happy. Rebecca eventually wore herself down about four hours after we started. Soon both of us were sleeping a deep and restful sleep. Neither of us had set an alarm, so it was mid-morning before my phone woke us up. Rebecca answered, then held the phone against my ear so I could hear what the caller wanted. Ginger was giggling, knowing that the two of us were together answering some of her questions.

She wanted to know if I was coming in, or if I was preoccupied with an important business meeting. Then the laughing started, Rebecca taking the phone back from my ear. “Yes, it is an important business meeting, requiring both of us to be in attendance. You are quite capable, do what you think is right and after you get off work come by my house. Donna and I have something to discuss with you.”

Ginger started giggling again, then told Rebecca, “If you are offering what I think you are, then I will take it, but allow Donna to come in quite often. Otherwise, I will miss her too much.” Rebecca smiled, then reached over and squeezed my right nipple, causing me to squeal and then started giggling. “Since the negotiations seem to have begun again,” Ginger said, “have fun, and I will see you all later.”

I never did escape the negligee that day, when Ginger showed up later, I was still in it, and at the mercy of Rebecca. Ginger did check it over thoroughly, squeezing a nipple or two to see if the fabric was restricting movement. We explained to Ginger what we had in mind. For her take control attitude, she was perfect for the job. She had already made some plans, which she ran by us before she left. I did get a kiss before she left, but also asking Rebecca to send me to the office this way, then she could have some fun in the afternoon.

I pouted some, but was enjoying the love of Rebecca, especially when she fed me dinner one bite at a time. When it was time to head off to bed I was finally released from the negligee, I made a point to spend the rest of the evening and most of the night giving Rebecca as good as I had received. She tried several times to get me to quit, but I feigned a lack of hearing and continued my assault. I gave out at one AM, to a big sigh from Rebecca, but she was awake only minutes thereafter before I heard her breathing slip into a sleepy pattern. I joined her shortly, loving and kissing is such hard work.

Ginger did take over, the business never suffered, her actions prevented any problems from occurring. I did go in every once in a while talking with the associates and Ginger. We got into the habit of a once a week lunch, but business was seldom discussed. Instead we talked about fashions, about men and about Rebecca. Ginger did capture a heart, Bob the attorney fell for her, and their upcoming wedding was an excuse for me to dress up and have some extra fun. I am to be a bridesmaid, along with Rebecca. Something I am so looking forward to.

We did get married, a quickie trip to Vegas, a wedding chapel marriage and then a honeymoon in Australia. Yes, the negligee was brought along, other than pottie breaks I spent three days locked in its embrace. My nipples were so sore after that, but Rebecca rubbed soothing lotion on them quite often. I also lost five pounds from the physical exertion and squirming. I was hand fed for those three days, a little wine and not much water. She liked me helpless and dependent on her.

I never did see much of the country, after the three days only an hour or two a day was spent on sightseeing. The rest was spent with me flat on my back. As we were flying back she wanted to know if I felt humiliated enough to make up for what I had done to her in college. I smiled, if she didn’t remember the other incident I was not going to remind her.

To keep busy I went into work, Ginger thrilled to see me. Of course, I had to tell her about the trip, her giggling since I spent the majority of it on my back being ravaged.

I got to see some of my friends at the office, all of them complimenting me on my rosy cheeks and huge smile. The gals all smirking knowing what was really going on, but they were happy for me and even a little envious. That night Rebecca took me out again to eat, at least this time she allowed me to walk into the restaurant, the dress she picked out for me having a generous skirt.

The meal was exquisite, something French, I have no idea what was in it, but it tasted so good. We stayed longer than we should have, talking about everything. The partnership between us was working well, Rebecca’s companies all exceeding their goals, especially the new branches that we had found for her. Our company was also doing well, record profits and several new branches in areas we had never explored before.

It was late when we returned home, nearly two AM. I was undressed, eased into bed and played with until the sun started to show itself over the eastern horizon. I was really out of it, we had finished off two bottles of wine after we got home, so I doubted I was aware of much of anything that morning.

It was mid-morning before I returned to the land of the living, laying in bed going over the past few weeks in my mind. I was more than paid back by Rebecca for my transgressions, as the saying goes, Paybacks can be a bitch. How true, but since Rebecca and I are back together both romantically and business wise, the payback was well worth it.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

 

Clarissa; Gurl Curls

Clarissa; Gurl Curls

I had taken the advice of a co-worker and made an appointment at a new salon in town for a haircut. My old male barber had retired, looking for other barbers in the yellow pages proved to be an effort in futility. Realistically, I don’t think old time barbers even exist anymore. I had almost decided to settle on one of the chains for their special, even at $ 12.88 the price seemed ridiculous when I used to get a haircut for seven dollars at my barbers. I know, I sound like a born cheap stake.

We were talking at the office, one of the secretaries telling me about this new salon in a nearby town. They seemed reasonable, and so far the ladies that had used it were quite pleased. I turned up my nose when she said ladies, figuring it was just a fancy beauty salon.

Then Glenda told me it was started for the male customer, but they were so good, the ladies were flocking there to take advantage of their skill. I still was a bit skeptical, but didn’t have many options left. My hair was getting longer, now approaching the bottom of my neck. No matter what I did it looked messy and unkempt. Glenda tried to convince me to just get it shaped, longer hair on you looks good. Of course, that swelled up my head, it doesn’t take much these days to inflate the old noggin.

I am in my late thirties, an executive at an agricultural supply house. My job is to keep what sells in stock, I don’t do the actual buying, I have staff for that. My job is to predict what our customers are using and in what quantities. I made frequent trips out to talk to the customers, find out their plans and then make my predictions. One year they would be planting crop X the next year crop Y so we had to stay on top of trends and crop prices. If cotton was way down in price, there wasn’t anyone going to plant it. If we were sitting on a large inventory of cotton seed, it meant disaster for us.

Not rocket science, just socialize with the farmers and ask a lot of questions. I have always had an outgoing personality, usually easy to get a conversation going with someone even if I haven’t met them before. This all added up to a nice job for me, even managing to make it a quite successful endeavor in the few years I have been pursuing it.

I attended all the trade shows, looking at what our competitors were doing. We partially sponsored the local one where most of our customers would attend. Four years ago the original sponsors of the show went belly up, so seeing an opportunity for us to get a firmer foothold in the area we started sponsoring the show. There were other sponsors, but we footed a little over half of the bill for putting the show on. It was a wise decision, our sales have gained for the last four years, now averaging a twenty percent increase each year.

Of course, sponsoring the show got us prime booth spots, our name before the public, and some national recognition in the agricultural press.

I hemmed and hawed for a couple of days, trying to decide what to do about a haircut. I had noticed that a lot of my male customers were sporting longer hair, but usually kept it styled on in a ponytail. Not the majority by any means but a noticeable few none the less. I finally decided to bite the bullet and get it styled. Glenda made me an appointment with Nora, I gave her a puzzled look, surely not the same Nora I knew from college.

Then I thought about it, I couldn’t see Nora doing hair ever, she was more the executive assistant type of person. Naw, just two people with the same name. Then again how many Nora’s could be in this area, since Nora is not an often used name these days? The salon was located in a town that was a three hour drive from here, a few of the farmers lived out that way, probably where I will start and then work my way back to town.

I took off a little early, so I would be on time for my appointment, a trait I had grown up with, and so far it had payed me countless benefits. The salon was huge, and extremely crowded. I stood at reception for a few minutes before someone could get to me. I gave them my name and she called back to my stylist. I saw her before she noticed me, it is indeed the same Nora. I was greeted with a hug, which in itself surprised me. We had dated a few times, never did hit it off, then she started going with another guy and I never heard from her again. She dragged me back to her area, seated me and placed a cape over my clothes.

The chair was leaned back, my hair washed and conditioned. “I am using a special shampoo on your hair, it will condition your naturally curly hair, something that needs to be done regularly. It is obvious you have neglected it for quite some time.”

While that was being accomplished she asked me if I knew what I wanted. I told her what I thought, leaving it longer but shaping it so it would not look messy or unkempt. But kept so that I could put in into a low ponytail if all else fails. She started right in, to help break the ice I asked her how she ended up doing hair.

It turns out she dated the other guy for a while, then he took advantage of her one night when she had drank too much and she ended up pregnant with his child. The guy moved away leaving her without any support. She couldn’t see having an abortion, so dropped out of college and took odd jobs to try and make a living for her and her soon to be born child.

She stumbled on to the salon, when she went there to get her hair styled for a job interview. There was a notice up for people to train to become hairdressers so she asked about it, signed up and a few months later was plying her new skills. All during the time she was off to have the baby the salon gave her little jobs she could perform at home to make a little extra money to buy food and pay rent.

At the hospital her boss even paid any expenses related to the birth, Nora so thankful for her kindness. Her boss gave her paid time off when she had her baby, three days for the actual birth, then helped her get someone to babysit so she could come back to work. It was another salon employee that did the babysitting on the side for extra money. The lady having two of her own kids, one more not a problem. When both of them were working the other gal’s mother ended up watching the kids.

As she was towel drying my hair she explained what she thought would be good for me, it sounded good so she started on my hair. I watched in the mirror as she combed out small sections, then cut them at an angle. The hair seemed to shrink some, now looking distinctly curly. By the time she was done I had a head full of curls.

Back when I was a child Mom said I had naturally curly hair, a few pictures in her photo album proving that fact. I guess because I had refrained from getting a haircut for a while and that I blow dried my hair all the time the curl stayed hidden. Nora asked if she could play with it for a few moments, she was so excited so I gave in. She used a hair dryer with a huge diffuser on it and blowing cold air. Fifteen minutes later I was this person with a huge head of curls, cute but definitely on the feminine side of the fence.

Nora’s boss came over, looked at my hair and told me how good it looked. I blurted out how girly it looked, but neither one of them could see that it was that girly. My cape was taken off, with my male clothes showing it didn’t look that bad, different for sure, but I guess neutral enough. After Nora had her fun she wet it again and used a blow dryer on it again, this time the heat was turned up slightly. My hair fell in place, into the style she had cut into it, looking way better than I had before coming to the salon. I was pleased, tipped her well and was on my way.

No problem for the next few days, lots of compliments on my hair. That in itself surprised me, since I had never got a compliment before. Then I washed my hair one evening using the new shampoo that Nora had given me to wash my hair with. It was sulfate free, something she told that was necessary for hair that was naturally curly. I toweled it dry and then surfed the internet till bedtime.

A little more tired than usual I was fast asleep, waking up when my alarm rang. I glanced at the clock, then jumped out of bed. I had several appointments this morning, the first one in less than an hour. The problem was it was forty minutes away from my house. I used some mouthwash, donned some clothes and headed for my car. Luckily I had showered last night, using that time to shave since the moisture of the shower made shaving close so easy. My very light beard not usually a problem anyway.

It was as I was pulling into the farm to meet with one of the major producers in the area that I looked in the rear view mirror. My life flashed before me, the curliness was back in spades, even curlier than when Nora first cut it. I saw Pete come out of his house, to greet me, smiling as he came up to me standing by my car. I put out my hand to shake his, but he sidestepped that right away and hugged me.

Pete and I have always been close, since we shared a room in college. Not hugging close, just two friends that got along and shared a lot of interests. He took over his father’s farm after his father had a heart attack, now one of the biggest farms in the area. I always considered his views on crops to plant seriously, since a lot of other farmers followed his lead. That was why he was always one of my first major visits of the season.

He came up right next to me, kind of pinning me next to the car. One hand on the car and one hand on my shoulder keeping me there. I felt a little uneasy, this was a different Pete and he seemed enamored with me. His face was only inches from mine, I could feel his breath on my face at times, definitely not a position I found myself in often.

Finally he grabbed my hand and led me over to a bench in his little garden. It was under a large oak tree to the side of his house, providing a lot of shade from the harsh sun. He helped me down on the bench then sat right next to me. I do mean right next to me. Our thighs were touching, my heart rate was increasing and I was lost in my thoughts.

He started the conversation asking me if this was the new me. I blushed red, actually several shades of red. I stammered no, I was in a hurry this morning when I over slept and I didn’t look in the mirror till I arrived here. He smiled, then smirked, then leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I let it happen, why I don’t know, it just seemed right somehow. I did recover some and pulled back putting my hands on his chest to keep him a little further away. Oh Gawd, what am I going to do now.

We sat and talked after that, but not very much about crops and what he was going to plant. Everything was about me, did I like my new look and was I going to start dressing as a female now. I tried to evade his questions, for one thing I had no idea what I was going to do now. That kiss had rocked me right down to my toes. I actually liked it, his lips on mine kind of magical. I managed to get away I had another appointment and did not want to stand them up. Before he would let me leave I had to promise to go on a date with him, time and place to be discussed on the phone later today.

I got another kiss, but managed to turn my head in time, so it was just a cheek kiss. There were definitely sparks just like the first kiss, he made sure I was securely fastened in, playing with my seat belt quite a bit, before I managed to get the door closed and drive off.

I actually only pulled out of his private drive and pulled the car over. My mind was in full panic mode, this can’t be happening and worst of all to little old me. I played with my hair, trying to get it to be less curly, even using a bottle of water I had in the truck to wet the hair to see if it would somehow look less curly. Absolutely no progress in that direction, still just as curly as when I first saw it in the mirror at Pete’s.

I set there for quite some time before I knew I had to get to my next appointment. I drove over there and was greeted warmly by Jim Stevenson, another of the larger farmers in the area. We talked in his pickup as he drove me around his farm. This was not unusual, sometimes I could spot something that we had a cure for, to increase their yield or cure some of their cultural problems. I did notice his frequent looks in my direction, but nothing was said outright about my looks.

Then after saying goodbye I headed to my next stop, the only female owned farm in the area. I was encouraged that maybe Pete’s attention to me was just a fluke, since Jim did not show the same fascination with me.

Melody was quite a character, quite intelligent and probably the smartest farmer in the area. The only reason she was not the biggest was her lack of farmable acres. She was seeing to that, every year she would buy someone else out, her acreage now right up there among the top five farms. She knew her farming backwards and forwards, holding a degree in three different subjects, all agricultural related. When I pulled in she was waiting for me, standing right next to the drive. Her smile said it all, apparently Pete or Jim had called her telling her of my new curly looks.

As I got out of my truck I was hugged, then pushed back so she could get a better look. “Well what do I call you now, Clark will definitely not do now?” I blushed and she started going through feminine names for me. My face turned redder but I didn’t react to any of them. “Well since I get to pick how does Clarissa sound to you?”

Before I could respond she touched the top of my head. “I deem you Clarissa, welcome to the sisterhood.” She laid one on me, then giggled, yep Pete was right you are some kisser, those lips are to die for. I went from a light pink to a dark red in a few seconds then broke out in tears, well more like sobbing. I feared everything was coming apart, my job, everything I have worked for now suddenly up in smoke, all due to a simple haircut.

Melody grabbed my hand and dragged me inside. I was handed a box of tissues, with a remark you even cry like a female. I was sat down at her kitchen table and handed a soda with a straw. I did not miss the significance of the straw being there, to accommodate my female persona. I eventually calmed down some, Melody wanting to know why I was so weepy.

I told her that now everything will come apart, I will most likely get fired and my life will be in ruins. She giggled some, then made a statement that surprised me.

“That is not quite how I see it. Every single or divorced male in the area is already talking about you, thus you will need a secretary to keep your romantic dates straight and not end up scheduling two for the same night. Then we have the single females, I for one will be interested if you tire of the males, I can also think of several more that would most likely be interested. I would marry you in a heartbeat if I could swing a discount on my seed in the deal. But I have one condition, you have to wear the wedding dress, you will look totally ravishing in a white wedding dress.”

“Now before Pete calls you I get dibs on Friday night, be sure to wear something sexy, even if you are not interested in me, you need to give the guys a sneak peek at the new Clarissa. I really doubt you will lose your job, in fact I will make a bet that your bosses already know of your change in gender, just waiting for you to make it official. So are we on for Friday night or are you going to play hard to get?”

“Okay, I will even throw in a movie, a chick flick, I am sure that will be right up your alley. I want you to keep in mind, if you marry me, you get to be the wife of the fastest upcoming farmer in the area that should mean something to you. Oh did I tell you I bought the Robbins place last night, only Pete has more acreage than me now. I will soon correct that fact, if I had a significant other to push me a little I might do it yet this year.”

I managed to escape, three visits and I still knew almost nothing about what the farmers in the area are going to plant this year. Melody wanting to make sure I was buckled safely in my seat, as she spent at least twenty minutes in getting me situated with the seat belt. What is it with everybody so concerned about me and my seat belt?

I decided to swing by the office to see if I was still employed, what I walked into I would never have dreamed of it happening. My office was changed around a little, a new secretary assigned to me and fresh flowers on my desk. One set of flowers were from Pete and the other set from Melody. There was more than several messages on my desk, mostly from farmers in the area wanting me to come and talk to them.

When I looked more closely they were all from single or divorced males. Today a farmer’s life is not conducive to keeping a female happy and satisfied. The long hours and the lack of being around others made a wife of a farmer lonely and far from rewarding. I would imagine that a little over half of the farmers in the area were still single or divorced.

Ginger my new secretary came in complimented me on my curls and wanted to know what she could do for me. Ginger has been around for quite a while, I wondered how she got pushed on to me. When I asked she just told me that she requested it, either that or she was going to quit.

“It worked I am your new secretary and hope you will allow me to help keep track of your romantic interests, a full time job if what I hear so far is true. I would suggest that you look at your messages and let me know where you are headed to next. That way I can call the rest and let them down easy. A couple of them have called twice since Pete has told them of your new look. You are without a doubt the talk of the county.”

I did tell Ginger about my date Friday with Melody, getting a giggle and a smirk from her. At least I seemed to be making Ginger happy. I noticed she marked it in her schedule, then added a salon visit before the date time.

“Now look at your messages so I can get busy.”

I shook my head hard, this can’t be happening, but then the stack of messages numbered over twenty and all of them were current within the last couple of hours. I have got to talk to Pete, he needs to learn to keep his mouth shut.

I tried to plan an afternoon that would allow me to actually get some useful information, what my job is supposed to be really about. I purposefully picked the older farmers, maybe they would not be so forward and more attuned to business and not someone’s looks, mainly mine.

I debated just chocking it all up as a waste of time and going to the salon and getting a buzz cut. But Pete’s and Melody’s kisses weighed heavily on my mind, eventually just deciding on waiting a few days to see how far this was going to escalate. I did have Ginger call the salon to see if Nora was available, so an immediate fix to the situation was not in the cards, since Nora was booked solid. It was too far home to head there and use a blow dryer to fix the disaster on my head, so I decided to just struggle through the rest of the afternoon.

I had made my list of customers to call on, made Ginger aware of where I was going and left the office. I made my way out to George Henderson’s farm first, the one farthest from the office. He was just getting off his tractor, apparently finishing some discing on one of his fields. As soon as he saw me get out of the car he approached, a huge smile on his face.

Oh shit, here we go again. I tried to shake his hand but nothing doing, he quickly evaded my hand encompassing my body in a tender hug. I let it happen, like all the others it felt good, but I couldn’t figure out what had changed so much that I was being treated like a female now. Yes I had curly hair, but I was dressed as a male, no breasts and wearing some athletic shoes, not heels.

I was escorted into his house, kitchen to be more specific and handed a diet soft drink. I normally drank regular soft drinks, but since I was viewed as a female, diet drinks were now just assumed. We did talk a little about what he was going to plant, a welcome relief on my part.

Four customers visited and only one bit of information. It was a pleasant conversation until he asked me when I was going to start wearing dresses.

“You definitely have the legs for a dress, and with a little makeup you will be a knockout. I know I have serious competition for your attention, but please keep me in your thoughts just in case.”

I tried to make a hasty retreat, fearing a kiss or more hugs. I was helped into my car, he wanted to make sure my seat belt was attached properly, then snuck in a kiss. It was a short peck, nothing romantic and sloppy but nice just the same.

Another step down the slippery slope, I should have been insulted and slapped his face, instead I just let it happen like it was an everyday occurrence. Which when I think about it, a good possibility in the near future the way things are going. I drove a little slower to my next customer trying to figure out any of this. No thoughts that made any sense, no solutions to my obvious predicament.

Jerry Goodson was my next visit. He was quite a good farmer, had a reasonable amount of acreage and was fairly handsome. I need to stop thinking like that, now classifying my customers by their looks. He was in his house, so I knocked on the door and was soon greeted with that damn smile that I was getting used to. He took my hand and led me to his living room. He offered me something to drink, but I declined.

We actually talked about this season and what he had planned to plant. Then he surprised me telling me that he was selling his property, wait for it, to Melody. The deal is already in the works just waiting for the lawyers to settle things and the money to change hands.

His next statement jarred me a little. “I know Melody has you in her sights, but if it doesn’t work out I am more than interested in you as a wife. I have heard Pete is also in the running, but before this gets settled I am sure every single farmer in the area will be calling on you. Why you waited so long to come out is hard to understand, but we all approve of the new look, just wish we had some kind of a chance to be considered.

I am staying in the area, bought a small acreage down the road where I can raise and train my hunting dogs. The business has steadily been growing, last year I made more with my dogs than I did farming.”

I was walked to my car again, gee it isn’t like I can’t find my car by myself. Again help with the seat belt, and again another kiss. He was respectful at least, making it short and sweet. He did make sure I had his new address and phone number, telling me that he would check in with Ginger often to see if anything might change.

“A man has to have hope, you never know what may come your way.”

He closed my door and I was on my way. Well so far I am batting a thousand, the only customer not to steal a kiss was Jim and he had always been a laid back type of person. I am sure when we meet again the he will make sure to correct that shortfall.

David Jameson was my next stop, a widower with three kids to raise. He made ends meet farming, but would never make it big. His equipment needed to be replaced soon, way too old to be depended on. His wife died from cancer a couple of years ago, leaving David in a bad spot. She had always handled the kids, the house and even the financial part of their relationship. David handling the farming. Now he had to do all of it, with no experience to boot.

The children were good kids, well behaved but seemed lost most of the time. Melody has helped some taking his two girls kind of under wing, teaching them a little about cooking and taking them with her when she goes grocery shopping. The younger boy worships David, following him everywhere he is allowed to. They were often seen together on his tractor, the boy riding the fender.

I drove up to his house and made it as far as the porch. The kids descended on me giving me lots of hugs. The girls especially friendly. They told me Pop was on the phone and will be right out. His younger boy then shocked me.

“Are you going to marry Pop and be our Mommy?”

Gee how in the hell do you answer that. I was looking around for the answer, it must be written here somewhere when I saw David behind the screen door. He smiled, then smirked a little.

“Yeah I would like to hear that answer too.”

I walked over to one of the chairs he had on his porch and promptly sat down. He gathered up his kids sending the girls to get me something to drink and telling his boy to get the seed order off his dresser upstairs. After everybody left to do as he instructed he sat next to me, holding my one hand.

You have to excuse the kids, they miss their Mom greatly, even more than I do. You do look much more attractive this way, definitely a Mom or farmer’s wife. I hope you go farther with this, I think you need it and I am sure you will have more close friends than you can shake a stick at. Just so you know I am attracted to you, there is just something about you that makes me yearn to be near you and hold you and take care of you. Keep me in mind please, first as a friend, then as a prospective partner.

I was handed a drink, diet as I have soon learned to expect and then the seed order. His boy stood next to me holding on to my leg, to make sure I would not escape. That simple gesture touched me, a tear or two coming to my eyes. I used my hand to wipe away the tears, then his oldest girl handed me a tissue. I was just a moment from breaking down in sobs, David seeing that and took my hand and led me back to my car.

I did get a kiss, I let it happen, didn’t try to fight it or evade it. A little help with my seat belt and I drove off. I did get down his drive to the highway then stopped and had a good cry.

I stopped my excursion there, my emotions getting the best of me. I called Ginger and advised her of the changes, then headed home. When I got in the house, I looked in the hall mirror, seeing the image that all of my customers had seen all day. There might have been a little masculinity left in that image somewhere, but it was minimal and well tucked away.

I made my way to the den with a glass of wine and the bottle. I needed to do some thinking about what is going on and what I am going to do next. Everybody sees a female, an attractive female that they have feelings for and want to be near. I seem to be the one holding on to the past or attempting to. Every last one of my customers has remarked about the new me, except Jim, I really need to go back by and see if that was a fluke or was it just Jim getting a slow start. Half way down the bottle I made a decision, probably the wrong one but at least is was somewhere to start.

I called the salon, asking for Nora. As soon as I told her who I was, she replied that was quick. “I expected some changes, but maybe after a week or two. You don’t realize the aura you put out now. Let me guess every male you have contacted has asked for your hand in marriage, or at least wanted a date.” I was quiet for a minute.

“Oh worse than that huh. I take it you have been kissed many times, then throw in a marriage proposal or two or three.”

“So you ready for the full transformation huh. Tomorrow morning at seven A.M. and you will be a functioning female by seven that same evening. I am sure I can give you a discount, can’t have the prettiest girl in the county poorly dressed. You have to have some money left for clothes, lots of them. As good as you will look, nobody will be mistaking you for anything else but a hundred percent female. Now sleep well and I will see you bright and early tomorrow morning.

The she hung up on me, I still had some questions, but I guess they will have to wait. The female express is gaining speed, I guess I should seriously be looking at wedding dresses, I may need one sooner than I think. I did call Ginger to inform her of my plans, her giggling and wanting updates throughout the day as the changes were being completed not helping any.

The next day started off with rain, a depressing way to enter the female life. I was first informed of the changes, then had to sign that I wanted them and understood the far reaching effects. Then Nora got started on me, having way too much fun as she changed one thing after another on my road to total femininity. First was losing the body hair, a cream slathered all over my body took care of that in less than thirty minutes. Permanently no less.

Then she added a realistic vagina, glued over my privates after junior was tucked away. I should say glued away, for the duration. One look and I did have some second thoughts. A little late, but still a concern.

When she started on my breasts I forgot all about the vagina, two good sized clear plastic cups were glued to my chest right above the nipples. When she attached the hoses and turned on the pump I realized the changes might be with me longer than I first anticipated. But then the wedding dress would look better with some nice cleavage, I guess it is already too late, maybe Ginger can get the guys in the white coats to pick me up tomorrow.

When Nora did finish with me there was no Clark left. Clarissa was looking good, way too good for her own sake. During the five hours that Nora took to make the transformation I got three phone calls from Ginger; Pete was upset because I never got back with him yesterday, Jim finally woke up, and called Ginger to make sure his name was in the hat, Then we have the phone call from Melody to Ginger wanting to know where her sugarkins was. When she told Melody the salon, Melody hung up presumably on the way here as fast as she could make it.

Indeed just as Nora was finishing Melody came in scanned the salon and then made her way to me. I was still sitting in the styling chair, as Melody sat right in my lap and pushed me back against the back of the chair.

The kiss that happened next was unreal. It started off gentle, her lips just brushing against mine, then she leaned in closer putting a little more pressure to the kiss. I opened my mouth a little, and Melody’s tongue darted right in. In the meantime her hands were exploring my new assets, even with a bra on she had managed to pinch my nipples the resulting hardness poking out the fabric of the bra. I just laid there enjoying the feelings and sensations, ones that I have never experienced before.

When Melody finally broke off the kiss, we got applause from the other patrons, the male looking more like a female pop star in the chair next to mine, saying that was so hot. “If I was wearing glasses they would have melted right there on my face.”

Just as quickly as she had swooped in, she made her way out, my hand held tightly in hers. It was fortunate that I received some clothes from Nora, a bra and panty set, and a sweater dress that hugged every curve that I had. Five inch heels that I complained about, but Nora insisted, according to her, the minimum heel height to make my legs look their best. My legs might have looked fantastic, but I needed to learn to walk in the heels first.

Then when Melody breezed through I had no problem as she dragged, pushed, guided and anything else you can think of getting me to her car. If she hadn’t had a death grip on my hand, I probably would have face planted on the floor several times.

Apparently I was being taken to dinner, since she pulled up in front of one of the better restaurants in town. Again I was steered into the restaurant and to a reserved table near the front of the place. I guess she was showing me off, that she had somehow got to me first and I was her date tonight. I could see lots of problems ahead, my other suitors jealous or envious, with me suffering in sales because of this. I was attracting all of the attention, but had no control of what is happening. Yeah I decided to go a little further in female looks, but now saw that might have made things worse. Now more reason for everyone to desire me, fighting among themselves for my attention. I still could not see the attraction, but it was real, every male, and some females taking one look and wanting to do me right there. No questions needed to be answered they were ready.

The problem though was ultimately me, when I was kissed or hugged romantically I just melted, not able to say no or even maybe. At the salon when Melody sat on my lap and kissed me I turned into goo, my mind went blank and my body reacted to the kiss as a female’s would.

I was eventually delivered back home, Melody would pick me up in the morning so that I could retrieve my pickup, which was still at the salon. She lived part way to the salon, I lived an hour closer to town, but still out in the boonies.

I laid there staring at the ceiling trying hard to get some kind of understanding on what the hell has happened here. The area is far from civilization, another major town is at least three hours away and that town only forty thousand people. Our little town situated in the middle of nowhere, had some businesses, three restaurants, a motel and a grocery store. Not a supermarket just a well-stocked grocery. It had a pharmacy attached, our medical services was furnished with a clinic, housing two doctors. Dental services were furnished by a dentist that came into town once every month.

Of course, our agricultural supply business and a branch of a national tractor company. Any crops raised here had to be transported to a nearby town that had a railroad siding where the crops were sent to the actual buyer.

Our isolation might explain some of the single or divorced farmer’s infatuation with me, but they all know me as a male before. Curly hair just does not turn me into some femme fatale, at least, that is what I thought.

I retrieved my truck the next day, was attacked by Melody again before she headed home, griping about some tractor work she had to do, something about some plowing that couldn’t be put off any longer. I was thankful for any reason to be left alone for a while.

Surprisingly I had little trouble doing my makeup and fluffing up my hair this morning. Getting my breasts into my bra and it hooked did cause some consternation, but eventually succumbed to my efforts. I managed to get my body into a too tight pair of jeans, and buttoned up. One look in the mirror and I just about took them off and slipped into a dress. The dress probably would cause less ruckus than the skin tight pants. The top was at least modest, so I took a chance and left the jeans on for the day’s activities.

As I was driving to my first stop, I was racking my brain as to how I could put some type of control on my admirers and still do business with them. I came up with an idea, deciding to see if it might work on my first appointment. As I pulled up to Ray Underwood’s place, I saw him working in his barn on his tractor. Ray was still married, but the trial separation was now in its second year. I think his wife just wanted to still share in his income, but not have to put up with him.

I gingerly walked over to the barn, trying to keep my heels from sinking into the dirt and mud. Yes heels are a necessity for skin tight pants and a well endowed bust. As I walked up to him that evil smile that appeared on all my admirers appeared. Now to try my idea.

I walked up to him, then grabbed him around his chest and arms and hugged him hard. So far so good, he was staring at me all kinds of questions suddenly trying to invade his mind. I gave him a cheek kiss, then asked him what he was planning to plant this year. He stumbled for some words, but managed to tell me what he had planned so far. As I was writing down his crops in my book, I was smiling at him, reaching out and touching him every time the conversation lagged behind for a minute or two. The touch was just on his arm, as he was waving them around as he talked.

I asked him if there was anything I could help him with, any questions he might have and if he needed anything special ordered for him. I might have emphasized the anything a little strongly, using a little deeper voice and adding a wink and a larger smile as I said the words. There were no words forthcoming so I presume he was set to go.

I concluded the meeting telling him I would stop by often, if he would have me, maybe we could catch lunch sometime after he got his crops in the ground. I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek, making sure that I prolonged the kiss and left a visible lip print on his cheek. A quick hug and I was walking back to my truck. I opened my door, stepped up on the bumper and sat my butt down on the seat. Then I slowly swung my legs into the truck leaving him a clear view of my legs and butt as I swung myself into the truck. I looked back and blew him a kiss then closed my door and started the engine. My last look showed him with his mouth open, and his hand on the cheek I had kissed.

Well maybe Clarissa has a new weapon to use to keep her admirers in line. Now I was looking forward to my next appointment, a second trial to see if my idea warranted wide spread use. I was now hopeful, a way to keep them off balance and still keep my customers. The real problem though was where and when did I learn to flirt like that, nothing in my previous years on this earth as a male did I even encounter a female that acted like I just did. It was like I had graduated summe cam laude in female flirtations, the advanced curriculum.

My next customer was Darren Hughes, one of the few single farmers that I was aware of. He never got married, but did have quite a following among the available ladies of the county. He was handsome in a plain sort of way, kept his hair short and always wore jeans and a flannel shirt. He was taller than most of the men around the county, I would guess about six four or thereabouts. He was trim, and was a fairly good farmer.

His only fault was that he was a little too cautious, never taking much of a chance, keeping to the tried and true instead of taking a chance every once in a while. Therefore he missed out on the fluctuations of the market, where he could have a crop off early and make a killing he stuck with the mid-season crops that didn’t pay as well because the other crops were already being harvested and processed.

On the drive over I figured I had got carried away with Ray, if I kept up that approach I would end up with even more problems. So with Darren I backed off quite a bit. I did give him a warm greeting, a nice hug, and asked how he was doing. I presume I caught him by surprise, since he mumbled a few words, but otherwise his eyes never left my body. I did manage to get him to tell me what he was going to plant, then suggested that he might want to plant a little earlier, an early crop often pulled a lot better price. His land was some of the best in the county, his yields should be outstanding.

I asked him if I might have a soda, my mouth was getting dry. I ran my tongue over my lips several times as I was asking for the drink. He almost ran to the house, bringing me back a couple so I could choose. After making my selection I thanked him for being so kind, maybe we could go to dinner sometime to talk farming and get to know each other a little better.

I gave him a quick hug, told him I had to go, but suggested that he call me every once in a while to let me know how things are going. I spent a little more time getting into my truck, even dropping my book then having to lean over to get it picked up. As I gave him a wave he was standing there mouth partially open and waving back. I may have figured out a way to keep my business and live with the feminine looks and dress. It had nothing to do with agriculture, but everything to do with basic human nature.

Why I was perpetuating the female image and look I am not really sure. I did enjoy all of the attention, and dressing as a female has not been that bad so far. I guess what it boils down to is somehow I felt complete as a person, not some lonely male trying to stagger through life. I liked people, loved to talk and interact with them but at the end of a long day I just felt empty somehow.

I decided another visit to Pete’s was necessary, and since his farm was on this side of the county, now a good time to visit. I need to see if I can actually get some crop information from him and also see if I can tame him down a little, at least enough to be able to interact with him through the season without being proposed to every week.

He was not at his house, so I presumed he was working on the tractor in one of his fields. I drove around the perimeter of his farm, finally seeing the dust from his plowing off in the distance. I headed that direction, my nerves getting the better of me. He was the first one to see me, his kiss on my lips still remembered fondly as he came into my sights. Once he saw my truck he stopped the tractor at the end of the field and almost ran to where I pulled up on the other side of a drainage ditch. He jumped the ditch and was getting my truck door before I could get it open.

I guess he is anxious to see me again. I hugged him before he could envelop me in his arms, a brief cheek kiss and I stepped to the side looking at his field and what he was doing. He stood behind me, this time getting his arms around my body, his hands clasped together right below my breasts. It felt so good, I was so tempted to lean back into his body, but knew that would probably cause something that I was not ready to handle at this moment.

Then I felt a stiffness on my derriere, the thin material of my jeans not doing much to disguise the object. I was embarrassed, a former male causing such a reaction from another male. Yes, embarrassment, but also feeling a little proud, my looks and aura now obviously female and judging from his reaction desirable.

I was still getting used to the clothes some, the airiness under my skirts, the tightness of my jeans as they hugged every curve of my ass and legs, not forgetting the way the bra straps dug into my shoulders. It all felt right somehow, dressed in my feminine finery thanks to Nora’s help I often stared at my image in the mirror, wondering why it took so long for all of this to decide to become a part of me. Have I been sending out feminine signals for most of these years and not been aware of it?

If this had happened to another male I would think he would fight it, doing everything possible to escape a fate he felt was unfair and cruel. Here I was savoring the feelings, enjoying the clothes and planning how I can keep doing my job.

Pete was well behaved today, just holding me in his embrace. He slipped a piece of paper into my hand, telling me that it was his crop plans for this year. I thanked him then he spoke up again. “Are you and Melody a couple now? According to Melody she had a wonderful dinner with you and she is head over heels in love with you.

I understand, but maybe before this love affair progresses any more you might allow me to have a dinner with you, to savor what I might have had a chance for, before it is taken away from me.”

I turned in his arms and kissed him on the lips. It lasted for quite some time, no tongues just a tender kiss between two people that like each other. “I think Melody has hopes higher than I am comfortable with right now. In fact most of my customers seem to be either in love with me or planning where we will live and how many children to have.”

“All of this is new to me, I am still getting used to the clothes and the additions to my body. Let’s take things slowly, I would like to go to dinner with you, but as a close friend not a fiancé. At least not a fiancé yet. No don’t go there, give me and us some time to enjoy each other, to find out about each other and to get comfortable with each other. Before you say anything I am not taking about being comfortable with you in bed, so get that thought out of you head.”

“Pick when you want to have dinner, and call Ginger to let her know. She is handling all my dates and social requirements, also my beauty salon appointments. You know how it is, having to look attractive and pretty for all my admirers.”

“I would also appreciate that you not tell the whole state about our relationship, how many kisses we shared and when we are getting married. I have enough trouble dealing with all of this and don’t need more complications to an already complicated life. Now give me your best kiss and you need to get back to work, if we were to be married later in life, I will not be interested in someone who can’t afford to keep me fashionable dressed.”

There was quite a smirk on his face as he leaned in and took my face in between his hands holding it firmly. I received such a kiss, my knees almost failed to keep me standing, the tingling spreading all over my body. I swear I felt wetness between my legs, a physical impossibility. It must have been a least five minutes before he pulled back, snuck in another shorter one on the tip of my nose, then turned and ran back to his tractor jumping the ditch with ease.

I just stood there, I had asked for the kiss, but what a kiss it turned out to be. He laid on the air horn as he drove off, the dust cloud following him as he started back to work. I let out a big sigh, this being a female is hard work.

I did manage to get everybody to back off some, even Melody. I made my rounds giving all of my admirers a chance to see the goods, and spend a little time with me. I still received a lot of kisses, but luckily very few on the lips. It isn’t that I did not want to be kissed there, it was more a matter of keeping the passion warm but not steamy hot.

I did spend some time with Jerry and his kids, taking the kids with me to a showing of a children’s movie, then treating them to hamburgers and French fries. The place where we ate had a children’s play area which they adored. I even played with them on the swings and teeter totter something I haven’t experienced in years. They were beat when I got them home, Jerry and I getting them bathed and into bed.

We sat on his porch and talked way into the evening, it was a comfortable discussion on what we both were looking forward to in life. Nothing was decided, just some pleasant conversation learning a little more about each other.

We did talk a little about his farming, his aging equipment beginning to show signs of breaking down. I strongly suggested that he visit the tractor dealer in town and buy some new equipment. Of course, he turned that down right away, having barely enough money for his crop expenses this year. I told him that I wanted to join in partnership with him, I would handle the expense of the equipment, but he had to buckle down and make this the best crop ever. I told him I would not take no for an answer, he needed to face reality and plan on how to provide for his children.

Be at the tractor dealer in the morning at eight AM and we will get things rolling. No reluctance on your part, those kids deserve all of this and more. Now give me a kiss, and do not tell everyone you meet that you did it. He did, it was such a sensual kiss tender and loving. As I hugged him and left he had tears running down his cheeks mouthing thank you to me over and over. I wiped the tears off with my hand, then kissed his wet cheek. I am sure there were some tears in my eyes, he is such a deserving person.

I signed for his new equipment then a paper showing us as partners in his farming venture. The partnership paper my idea. He started asking all kinds of question on what interest I was charging him and when he had to make a payment.

You owe me dinner once a month and one day a week with you and I doing things with your kids. The rest we will discuss when the crop is sold and the money is in the bank. Think of your kids first and all of the other things will handle themselves. I got such a hug, a hug that he held for quite some time. He had to break the hug when the tractor salesman wanted to know when to deliver the equipment. I kissed him on the cheek, told him to get to work and I would see him in a day or two.

As I was driving to my next appointment I had this weird idea enter my mind. It made sense in a way, but I will have to see a lawyer as to the legality and possible problems attached to doing something this crazy. I made several stops during the day, managing to get to see my lawyer about four that afternoon.

Kay was widely known in the area, level headed and skilled at getting things done to her client’s satisfaction. I laid out my idea to her, I wanted to enter into partnership with several of the farmers. I wanted nothing to do with the ownership of their land, just an agreement between us as to their crops for the year. I would supply the seed, fertilizer and equipment as needed, they would supply the labor to get the crop to harvest. We would split the proceeds equally, mine to pay back the expenses and theirs for their labor and time. If it was a good year we would have quite a sizable sum left over, our profit.

I had three people in mind, my hunk, my female hunk and the daddy of my children. Already I was looking at the kids as my children. Kay suggested that she get them all in here, lay out the proposal and see what develops. Too many different scenarios that might develop to plan ahead. I had second and third thoughts as the day of the big meeting was approaching.

Like a true female I had to have a salon appointment right before the meeting to make sure I looked my best. Due to me being held up at my last appointment I was the last to arrive. Her receptionist told me have a seat they were in discussion at the moment and I was not invited to be a part of it. I gave her a funny look, but she just smiled and told me to park it on the sofa. Shit even her receptionist was a lot like Kay.

I sat out there for over twenty minutes while no telling what was being discussed. I was getting ready to rush the door, it was my god damn idea I needed to be in the discussions. Kay showed up at exactly that moment, told me to follow her and keep my mouth shut until all is explained. That last part said very forcefully and firmly.

As I entered I was greeted by three smiling faces, but they remained in their seats and there was no attempt to show any affection towards me. Now I was unsure of how this might play out. Kay took her position behind her desk and started down a list that had been placed in front of her.

First on her list was where we would all live if all parties agreed to sign. Melody’s house was the largest and centrally located to each of the three farms, so that would be where all will reside.

Second on the list was time to be spent with each of the three parties. It has been decided that Melody, Pete and David will each get two days of your undivided attention. David’s kids getting the last day.

Third is the sleeping arrangements for your three spouses. On the scheduled day you will spend the night in that person’s bed, no excuses and no wavering from that task.

Fourth on the list is showing of affection around the others. When all are present if you kiss one you have to kiss the others in the same manner as the first. Hugs get the same rules.

Fifth on the list is your appearance on each scheduled day. If you are with one you will dress as he or she desires you to dress at all times. If for a group outing a consensus of opinion will be furnished on your appropriate attire.

Sixth and this is a big one to enter into the deal you have to relinquish all financial control to your spouses namely Melody, Pete and David. You will be able to handle the farming parts of the deal, seed fertilizer and equipment but personally you will have no funds that are solely yours. Essentially you will be a farmer’s wife, dependent on your spouses decision on what any money coming your way is spent on. That means you will no longer be employed in any way at any job other that what this agreement sets forth. Before you ask there is no wage for being a farmer’s wife.

Seventh is your duties as the farmer’s wife. You will provide for the care and maintenance of the house, handling any needs that your spouse’s desire and keeping then in clean clothes, tasty home cooked meals, including the shopping necessary for such a venture, among other things. That includes your children, if you sign David’s kids are yours to raise and take care of. Each of the spouses has agreed to allow you time to handle your motherly duties as necessary.

As far as the farming and crop part of the agreement the three have agreed to merge all of their property into joint ownership, that making the end result the largest farm in the state. The three will decide on the crop or crops for the year, and the timing of said crops. You will coordinate and furnish the rest, plus any cultural tips as needed. In the planning you will be like a farmer’s wife having no say so until the decision has been made, then expected to pitch in and make it work.

One last amendment to the agreement and it is a deal breaker, each and every day you will have and experience a two hour beauty salon appointment, necessary to keep you looks suitable for your spouses. To fit this into your schedule the appointments are at seven each morning. Since the base salon is quite a ways from here, a tech will come to your home each day to make sure there is nothing that would displease your spouses. Since Nora lives in the area she has been retained to be your personal stylist. Again any wish from your spouse’s beauty wise will be accommodated.

I have inserted a marriage agreement into the overall agreement. In a quick trip to Vegas you will be married to all three of your spouses. Not legally but still a marriage. The agreement pertaining to this marriage will be legally binding, and will apply to you now and in the future. You will then be a wife to all three parties, responsible to them for all of the above tasks and subject to their wishes and desires.

Think this over carefully, this is for the rest of your life, no attorney will be able to extricate you from this scenario since you are surrendering all of your rights to them. There will be no divorce attainable or granted, the marriage agreement for all time. In exchange they will take care of you, provide for you and see to your basal sexual needs. I will step out for a minute so that the three principals can state their reasons for such an agreement, then when you are ready to sign let me know and we will wrap this up. She got up and went to the office next door.

Melody came and set on my lap, while Pete and David each held on to one of my arms. I looked up at the three starting to say something, but was not sure what exactly to say. This is not what I had envisioned and definitely not what I would agree to. Her lips on mine stopped the protest and I quickly returned the kiss with vigor.

“When Kay first brought this up we all smiled. We have had a couple of conversations about you along these same lines. Now that the groundwork had been done we each went through our wishes for sharing you. We knew you wouldn’t just pick one of us and that would be it. So we talked and talked settling on a few things then Kay entered the picture and things got serious. We all feel that unless we put a load of restrictions on you, you will make this into a huge corporation, wheeling and dealing until you have control of most everything.

To put it bluntly we are in love with you and want you to experience the loving and caring your three spouses can show you. We also want you to show your love for us in simple things a wife can do to show her love for her family. If you can share your love among us we are ready to sign. But one last warning, no business meetings, no last minute deals to save a few dollars, nothing but a lovely wife taking care of her three lovers for eternity.”

Along with your signing of the agreement Kay will take all of your credit cards, your driver’s license and any cash you have on you and confiscate them. Your significant others will see to your needs, your transportation and most importantly any sexual needs you might have. Now one last kiss from each of us, then it will be time for you to decide on your future.”

Pete pulled me up grabbed both sides of my face and pulled me to him. He leaned in as his lips touched mine, passionately and aggressively. It lasted for quite some time as his tongue invaded my mouth while I was trying to take in enough breath to maintain life. As he pulled away my lips were following his wanting more of that kiss.

Then with no rest David grabbed me around the waist lifting me off the ground twirling me around making me squeal with delight. He placed me on my back on Kay’s desk pinning me there with his arms. His mouth approached as he gently kissed my eyes making me close them. The he moved down until he was kissing the tip of my nose, and finally getting to my mouth. He grabbed my lower lip and pulled on it while his tongue was moistening the target zone. Then an intense kiss as he pushed hard with his lips, my head forced back against the desk top unable to move it as his lips and tongue delved into my mouth with passion. I was almost to pass out, the intensity of the kiss robbing me of much needed oxygen. As he pulled away I was gasping for breath, my arms around his chest trying to stop his withdrawal.

I had my eyes closed hoping for some respite, when Melody touched my lips with her finger. She ran her finger over my lipsticked lips, every once in a while inserting it in my mouth. Then she started on me her lips and tongue invading my ears, I had goose pimples on goose pimples as her tongue checked out every crevice and hole in that particular facial feature. Then a deep throbbing thrust into my mouth, her tongue I could feel at the back of my throat. In and out like a penis in a vagina, my moaning and groaning the only sounds in the room. She wrapped up her assault by wrapping her tongue around mine and trying to suck it from its happy home. At the end her lips were glued to mine as she tried to explore every tooth in my mouth. I lay there on the desk eyes closed and trying to process the last few delightful minutes.

Pete had gotten Kay, her look at me sprawled out on her desk made her giggle. “Somebody will have to pay for re-typing those papers, the amount of drool on them is ridiculous. So have we reached an agreement or do we have to have another session trying to convince the instigator in this scenario to sign on.”

I raised my hand. “If someone will help me up and give me a pen I will gladly sign, but then I am not sure what my name is right now. Maybe someone can help me with that too.”

I did sign, my ID and credit cards were confiscated and my car keys taken away. One of the documents I signed was a letter of resignation for my work. In less than twenty minutes I was just a farmer’s wife, waiting for my spouse to take me away, my stomach growling causing everybody to laugh. David spoke up, we probably need to feed her first, you know how grouchy they get when they are hungry. I smiled as Melody punched him in the ribs. Of course David moaned and groaned acting like she had broken his rib. Pete was preparing a rebuttal till I pointed at him suggesting that he could pay for dinner tonight for all of us.

After everyone received copies of our agreements, Pete took one hand, David the other and Melody walking behind me with her arms wrapped around my waist. It took a couple of steps before we got in step, comical yes as we headed out of the office. I felt so treasured all of my spouses hanging on to a part of me. They had all arrived in Pete’s pickup, so that is how we left. Melody making a call to someone having my truck picked up.

As we got to his pickup the three gathered around each other and played rock, paper scissors as to who got to ride in the back with me. I bust out laughing until David threatened to put me in the pickup bed and let me ride back there by myself. I hesitated a little still a giggle or two escaping till Pete grabbed one arm, David the other and dragged me to the tailgate of the truck. They were going to throw me in the back, I pleaded with them even kissing them on the mouth to get them to relent.

Of course, I was reminded of the agreement each of them to receive an equal kiss for the same amount of time. That necessitated several more kisses as they tried to agree on the amount of time in the kiss and how it was performed. I could see that I will be doing a lot of kissing in this scenario, I can’t honestly say I will object too much.

I did eventually get dinner, although at times it seemed doubtful. I found out they were playing with me, stretching everything out to force a situation where I had to kiss all of them and then into an argument so it had to be done all over again about the length of the kiss, who got more lip and if my tongue was fair to each of them in the amount of time spent in each of their mouths. Then after a nice dinner I was taken home, my home now. My kids came running out to greet me, the neighbor who had been watching them for David heading home. David and I got them bathed, then dressed in pajamas and tucked into bed. Luckily they had been so wound up at getting a full time Mother they succumbed to sleep right away. Most of their things were here already, a large bedroom of Melody’s had been split giving the girls a separate room for themselves, a cute smaller room for the boy. David and I went back downstairs to meet the others.

Then they played the rock paper scissors game as to who would get me tonight. I stopped that right away, grabbing a hold of them with my hands and herding Melody a head of me to the biggest bedroom. I stood there peeling off my clothes leaving them in a pile on the floor. I looked at them, all of them sporting smiles on their faces as they took in my naked appearance. I cleared my throat, telling them to get out of their clothes now.

I pulled Melody in the bed with me, as tight to my body as I could get her, then grabbed a hold of my two male lovers. David behind Melody and Pete behind me, I made them get closer three times until there was no room between any of the warm naked bodies on the bed. I pulled Pete’s and David’s arms over Melody and me, then wiggled a little getting comfortable between my lovers. I raised my head and kissed each of them on the lips, telling them how much I loved them, then closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. There was no need for blankets that night, the four of us quite cozy nestled together on the bed.

You would think with such an unusual arrangement we would be doomed trying to keep it going. We found out we were quite compatible with each other, sharing me seemed to not be a problem. During the day my three aspiring farmers had work to do, after getting my kids ready for school I had my salon appointment and then had to handle my wifely duties. On any given day I could be found grocery shopping, doing laundry, dishes or cleaning the house. Rather than look at it as drudgery, I really enjoyed it, taking care of my three spouses.

Then we have my nights, that alone making up for all I might have to endure during my life. Each night was a surprise, no one telling me anything until I was experiencing it. I got taken to movies, dancing, nice romantic meals and then six to eight hours of pure bliss. After a few weeks the male that was not with me cuddled up with Melody, the only bad times for the guys was when Melody was with me, and they were left alone with no one to cuddle. David handled that easily, the ever resourceful member of the group. He decided to get into car restoration and the two of them purchased a 57 Chevy that was straight stock. It needed a lot of tender loving care, the two guys providing that. Once that car was finished they bought a Corvette that was delivered in pieces.

They got so involved in working on the cars that I had to put my foot down, since I felt I was being ignored. Well the first time I did that out in their garage I was picked up, bound wrists and ankles and tied to the hood ornament on the car. They took turns polishing the ornament and me all night long, my nipples getting quite a workout. Melody came to see what all the yelling and screaming was about, took one look and broke out in laughter. She found a clean polishing rag and crammed in into my mouth, telling me that I was going to wake the kids.

I eventually was taken into the house Pete getting my front end and David bring up my feet, Melody to be not out done had one arm around my waist her fingers inside my panties seeing what they could find. I was deposited on the kitchen table as they wrote down on a piece of paper what I had to do to make everything equal and fair to the others. Let’s just say I was late getting to bed that evening. I doubt I will be putting my foot down much in the future.

After the last of the crops were harvested that year we all sat down and discussed how we did and what improvements we could make. I was shown the figures on what they made after selling the crop, astounded at what they managed to get for the crop. Then they discussed my end of it including the equipment purchases, and the deals on the seed and fertilizer. In my new status as a farmer’s wife I was allowed to put the deals together, but then I was excluded from any more information or details. I was shown one last piece of paper, a summary of the year’s finances. My eyes almost bugged out at the figures.

The money that I had before the agreement had been invested for me, the proceeds paying off all of the equipment I had co-signed for, plus a lot more. The place I used to work for now was in my name, a wholly owned subsidiary of Clarissa Inc. Then we have the fertilizer supplier in the area, another one of my assets apparently. I soon found out that David was the mastermind here, putting all of this together with apparent ease.

Melody along with Pete had been busy too, buying up another five hundred plus or minus acres near their existing acreage. All of it now under the banner of Clarissa Inc. Pete saw my expression and wagged his finger at me. Don’t be getting a big head, we used your name but you only own twenty-five percent of Clarissa Inc. I doubt you will be let out of the house anytime soon, since we are doing so well each of us has hired some help, your loving horny spouses will be around more during the day to make sure you are kept satisfied and busy.

I had such a smile on my face, thinking of many trysts to come, many hours being held, hugged, kissed and fondled. All of this started with some curls, such wonderful gurl curls.

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