Drew: Mom’s Love

 Drew: Mom’s Love

I closed and locked the door, picked up my suitcase and headed to the waiting cab. I turned once more in the drive and looked back at the house. My parent’s house, where I had been raised along with my older sister. After my parent's death in an accident several weeks ago, my sister and I had decided that I would stay with her for a while, as soon as my school let out for the summer.

I was a freshman in college, no major yet, our parent’s death really upsetting me. Dad was a salesman, so I only saw him on the weekends, Mom, however, I dealt with every day. I lived at home, the college only a thirty-minute drive from the house. When not in school I tried to help her all I could around the house. I guess an adequate description of me would be a Momma’s boy. I respected her, knowing what she had put up with over the years for her children.

Dad was alright I guess, but tended to make life difficult for Mom when things didn’t go well for him in sales. I don’t think he ever hit her, but the arguments were loud and often, Dad blaming all his troubles on her. That is one reason Sis moved out early; she tried to get our Mom to leave him; since she had also seen how Dad’s actions hurt our Mom. But Mom couldn’t do it, her home and kids too important to her.

Sis and I had frequent talks about it, but Mom was determined to keep us as a family, so she put up with it. So to compensate a little I spent as much time with her as possible trying to make her life a little simpler. When Sis came back for the funeral, as soon as I saw her I came to pieces. Without Mom, I didn’t know what to do. I cried for days, the funeral was simple, both of my parents wanting nothing elaborate or expensive. After returning from the funeral Sis put me to bed, and I instantly fell asleep.

When I did wake up it was late the next day, I went to the bathroom, then went to find Sis. She is in the kitchen talking on her cell phone with someone. I got a glass of orange juice from the refrigerator and sat down opposite her. From her end of the conversation, I presumed it is a lawyer, we found out that the driver of the other car was drunk, so our insurance company suggested that we also file a suit for damages and wrongful death. She finally hung up and came and hugged me. The tears started again; I have never cried so much in my life.

She just held me, hugging me and kissing my face, making soothing noises. Just exactly what my Mother used to do when I am stressed or disturbed about something. I finally got it all out; Sis returned to her chair, and we talked for quite some time. She wanted me to finish out the semester, four weeks to go, then come and live with her for a while. I agreed, not wanting to stay in the house any longer than necessary. In fact, she called one of the only friends I had and talked to his mother. Greg’s mother offered to let me stay with my friend until the semester is out.

Greg and I were neighbors; only a block separated the houses we were raised in. Friends since grade school we often played together when young, then during school, we often had the same classes. He never liked school, so when he graduated from high school, that was the extent of his education. He had got a job as a mechanic, something he had played around with since his classes in auto mechanics. We were still friends, now just with different interests.

While I never found a girl that was special to me he found one in his freshman year of high school, and they have been a couple ever since. In fact, they were planning on getting married this summer if all went as planned. Sis had to get back to her business out west, so I gathered a few items and went over to Greg’s house. His Mom welcomed me and showed me the guest room where I would be staying. We talked for a while, and she told me that she would help in any way she could.

I resumed school, having taken several days off because of my parent’s death and funeral. I performed the tasks needed but in reality, my mind is not with the program. After a week at Greg’s, I returned home, with his girlfriend around, there is not much between us anymore. The first night back home is hard; everywhere I looked memories of my Mom flooded my mind.

Luckily there were several projects at school that required my undivided attention, so I made it through the next couple of weeks without much distress. When I did have moments with nothing to do, I cleaned house, much like my mother did when things worried her. I gave away all of Dad’s clothes to charity, not wanting any reminders of him left around. For some reason, I kept all of my Mother’s clothes, not sure why, but the thought of giving them away just too hard to accept.

School ended, and I closed the house up, both Sis and I thought we would keep the house, but the memories were still too fresh to deal with at the moment. I got into the cab and headed into town. We lived a mile and a half out of town, on a small acreage with very few neighbors. Greg’s house and three others all within a block or two from our house, the only other ones in the area. Sis wanted me to fly out to stay with her, but I always feared flying, so I decided to take the bus out. It would be a two and a half day trip, but I needed the time to think what I am going to do with my life.

I wasn’t sure college was the path I wanted anymore, since my mother’s death I am not sure what I wanted with my life. I boarded the bus for the long trip, found a seat and quickly fell asleep. When I woke, we were a couple of hundred miles from home, the farthest I ever been in my life. I watched the scenery pass by the window, letting my mind wander along with the changing landscape.

Two bus changes later, I am on the final leg of my journey. Sis owns an employment agency in a medium sized town in northern Arizona. She bought the business after she had worked for them for a year. Sis was always the level headed one of the family, saving her money for the important things in life. When the agency she worked for got into trouble financially, she was there to offer them a deal. They handled the financing themselves, and within five months she had paid off the loan to them. She ran the agency herself for six months, saving in wages and making a lot of friends in the interim. Most of the people she placed were quite happy with their new job, and word of mouth quickly spread. The companies she had placed people with were also happy, getting qualified applicants for their positions.

The bus pulled into Flagstaff, a booming town on the high plains of Arizona. Sis is waiting as I step down from the bus. I walked over to the baggage area under the bus and waited for my suitcase. After getting everybody else’s luggage to them, I ask what happened to mine. He asked for my ticket and then walked into his office to call the station where I had changed buses the last time. They looked around and said it was on their dock; they would put it on the next bus; I should have it tomorrow.

I wasn’t happy; this is no way to start a new life away from my Mom. Sis led me to her car, and we drove the ten miles to her agency. We went in, and since she had an applicant waiting for her, she led me into the adjoining office while she waited on them. I looked out of the window; the San Francisco Peaks silhouetted in the background. Flagstaff is a long and skinny town, built along the old Route 66 highway. That has since turned into Interstate 40, with Interstate 17 from Phoenix, meeting on the outskirts of town. A lot of service companies reside in the town, the only major town in Northern Arizona.

The winter brings the skiers to town, the peaks offering great skiing for the residents of Phoenix and Tucson. The rest of the year you have the Grand Canyon a few miles to the North, and of course the hunting season for deer in the fall on the north rim.

Since Sis has the only employment agency in town, she gets a lot of business. Her reputation with both applicants and hiring companies has made her business really take off. Just this last month she has purchased a home south of Flagstaff, ten acres with a two story house, a bank repossession that had been abused by the previous owners. She had a lot of work done on it, but the little she paid for it made it a real steal.

She locked up the agency and decided we needed to eat out tonight. She knew of a little out of the way restaurant to the south of town, actually on her way home and we stopped there. I was introduced since she seemed to be a regular there. Everybody knew her, calling her by name. She told me what was good, and I ordered. The food is delicious and way more than I could eat. Sis kidded me; you don’t eat enough to keep a bird alive, much less a young brother.

She told me she planned for me just to lay around the house for a few days; then she had a couple of side trips planned so that I could see the sights. Maybe Las Vegas, the Grand Canyon, the Painted Desert, and Oak Creek Canyon just to name a few. I told her that sounded great; we got some carryout trays and headed home. Her house is impressive, the lights in the front lighting up both floors quite a sight. Decks both front and back, and the whole place surrounded by Pines and Junipers. Very mountain cabin like, but the house far exceeded the size of many cabins.

We made our way in, me carrying the bag that I had carried on the bus with me. In actuality one of Mom’s old shoulder bags, although not as feminine as some modern day purses. She showed me around, then made us some hot chocolate, and we set in the living room talking way into the night. She wanted me to relax, walk around the acreage, watch TV, anything to relax and try to forget why you are out here. We both loved Mom, you a lot more than me, but she is gone, probably to a happier place than here, since she doesn’t have Dad yelling at her anymore, so concentrate on you for a change. Get connected with the inner you and try to be happy for a while.

Mom and I have talked a lot about you; she knew you were hanging around to make her feel better and make her life easier. She appreciated it but felt you were denying a big part of yourself in doing so. So no more of that, this time, is for you, whatever is inside needs to be let out.

Since I didn’t have any clothes, Sis loaned me a sleep shirt of hers to sleep in. Not really girly the only clue that it was not intended for a male is the cute Teddy Bear on the front. Sis had to be up early; she had three appointments before nine A.M. I made my way downstairs a little after ten, made some toast then set on the front deck staring at the landscape. Two hours had passed before I knew it, my tummy growling a little the only clue I had that the time had elapsed. One piece of toast does not do much to nourish the body.

I made a sandwich then set in the kitchen and called the bus station about my missing luggage. Luckily I got the same guy, he remembered my luggage but told me it had not arrived yet. He would call the station again and call me back. An hour later he called back, suggesting that I turn in a claim for the items in the suitcase since it is obviously lost now. I asked him what I needed to do; he asked me what was in the suitcase, and I told him what I had packed. He filled out the claim form over the phone and sent it in. A check for the items would be issued, and I should have it within a week. He apologized for the problem and thanked me for my patience.

With no clothes to wear, what am I going to do? I scanned Sis’s closet, looking for anything that didn’t scream female. Not much there, she is definitely a girly-girl, dresses, skirts and blouses, most with bright, feminine colors and lace. I closed my eyes about to choose something to wear. I blushed when I saw what I pulled out, a dark blue mini skirt, with a chain belt. I pulled a light blue t-shirt to go with it and laid them on the bed. I picked out some panties, slipped them on and then put the skirt and t-shirt on. I looked good; the skirt accented my longer than normal legs, and the shirt gave the hint of something on top, although I was fairly flat. Now with some clothes on I looked for something to do. Like our Mom, I decided to start cleaning. Sis was okay as a housekeeper, but there were spots she obviously forgot about when she cleaned. Well forgot about or ignored. One is the upstairs bathroom, three hours later I had it spotless and appropriately sanitized.

Continuing through the day, I made my way through the house, making sure all was neat and clean. I did fix myself another sandwich for a snack, eating more than I usually do. I checked the contents of the refrigerator for ingredients to fix for dinner, finding some mashed potatoes, some gravy, a few pieces of meat. I decided to make Shepherd’s pie, something Mom often made to stretch the food budget. I opened a can of green beans and peas to use in the mix, layered it in the dish with the meat and potatoes, then placed it in the oven to bake.

Sis is on time, arriving a little after five. She took one look at me and then giggled. “You do look nice; maybe those clothes should be utilized instead of buying you new ones. I take it your luggage is lost since you have raided my closet.” I looked down at my feet, but she would have none of that. She raised my chin making me look into her eyes. I love my sibling, no matter what clothes are worn by him/her. Personally, I think that the outfit is adorable, much nicer than you have worn in the past.

I told her to change; dinner is ready. I got the look, but she skipped off to change anyway. A few moments later she entered the kitchen, dressed more casual and sat down at the table. “I see you have been busy, the house has never looked better; I now understand why Mom liked your help around the house. Just remember you are not out here to clean my house, you are to take some time for yourself, to figure out what you want to do.”

She took a bite of the shepherd’s Pie and let out a low moan. “I could get used to this, a clean house and the best food I have had since I left Mom. I see you have been taught well, can you cook other things also?” I nodded my head yes, and we were quiet as she annihilated a good portion of the pie. I had hoped to make two meals maybe out of the pie, but now that was not possible. I ate a little more than usual for me; I enjoyed being around Sis, not realizing till now how much I missed her.

I did the dishes quickly, then got out the pan of brownies I had mixed up. When Sis saw them, she groaned but made a beeline for the pan. Another moan as she took her first bite, then she hauled off and hit me on the shoulder. I asked what that was for; she giggled you are going to make me fat at this rate. “I am going to have to join the gym to keep my shape.”

I had made some iced tea, and we each took a glass of it into the living room, of course, Sis had another square of the brownies in her other hand. We set on the love seat overlooking the front deck, a beautiful panorama of the setting sun through the trees in front of us. We talked for a while, she asked if I know how to do anything but clean? She is giggling as the last of that left her mouth. I told her I was fairly good on the computer, was literate in Office and Word. She asked if I could type, I told her yes, but only about forty words a minute.

I asked her how her business is going; she is proud of it, but she knows in this town it will never be a stable thing. Once you fill the open jobs, there are very few new ones popping up, the town growing, but never to the degree of Phoenix or Tucson. It will always be a tourist town, and a ski resort town in the winter. A one person operation except for a few letters of reference or resumes typed up on occasion.

She has had another idea in her mind for quite some time; maybe she will look into it more in the near future. Since I had the house cleaned what am I planning to do for the next few days? I didn’t know, really hadn’t thought about it. She asked if I was ready to buy some male clothes since mine were no longer. I hesitated, she smiled, you can wear some of mine, you look better in them than I do. I tried to protest some, but she hushed me. Mom has mentioned to me that you often wore some of hers, a fact that I am sure you didn’t think Mom knew about.

She asked if I kept Mom’s clothes, my face turning red an answer I am sure she already knew. She told me to call Mildred, Greg’s Mom and tell her to pack all of them up and she will arrange for a trucking company to pick them up. I made an attempt to tell her, no, but I really wanted her clothes, so I just turned a brighter red and never made eye contact with her. Sis told me since we were all about the same size we could share the clothes. She told me to tell her no underwear; it is not good to share underwear among other females, so that could be thrown away. I will send her a check for her trouble and then ask her for the spare key back.

I know you are still in love with the house, but I think too many sad memories still exist for either of us to eventually go back there. I think we ought to sell it, take the money and start a future for you out here. Think about it; no decision has to be made now, maybe in a few weeks.

The next day I made the call, Mildred glad to do the deed, I told her if there were some things that she particularly liked for her to take them. I told her the underwear gets trashed, and that we are going to try and sell the house. She told me that her sister is looking in the area for a house and if I didn’t mind she would show her the house later today. I told that is fine if she is interested for her to call my sister and gave her the number to the agency.

I called the trucking lines that Sis had given me the names of and asked for the rates to ship the boxes out here. I made a guess about the number of the boxes, but I am sure I came fairly close to the actual number. I arranged for one to pick up the boxes the first of next week, they would be in transit for five days, so we should have them Friday or Saturday. The one I ended up selecting had the best rates and offered the fastest turnaround of the companies I called.

With that handled I decided to do some exploring of the property, maybe do a little day dreaming if I could find the right spot. The land dropped off from the little plateau that the cabin was built on, the woods pretty thick back there. I found a small twisting trail that led into a clearing that had a small pond setting in the middle of it. The stream that fed it was small, winding down from the other side of the small canyon, then into the small pond. From the edge of the pond, the stream reemerged and wandered further down the canyon.

I called it a stream, in reality, it is only three to four feet wide, maybe only running during the rainy season. There are several trees growing along the edge of the pond, making the scene peaceful and beautiful. I found a rock outcropping near the entrance of the stream, parked myself and scanned the scenery. This is all hidden from the cabin, although only three hundred feet from the back door. I set there for several hours watching the birds and squirrels playing at the water’s edge.

Reluctantly I headed back to the cabin, figuring that it is time to start dinner. I had seen some frozen hamburger patties in the freezer, envisioning a tall juicy hamburger tonight along with some French Fries. Sis had some bakery rolls, so I cut them and buttered them, planning to toast them later in the oven. I cooked the patties in a skillet, while I cut up the onion, tomato, and lettuce to place on them. I found some Swiss cheese in the refrigerator, along with all the accouterments necessary to make the burger taste good. The oil for the French fries was hot, and I lowered the fries into it. I turned on the broiler to toast the buns and as the fries finished Sis made it through the door.

She sniffed the air, embraced me, telling me the smell is heavenly. I told her to change; dinner is ready, but apparently, the smell is too overpowering, so she just sat down and started digging in. She told me that she got a call this afternoon, from Mildred’s sister and they loved the house. They made us an offer on the house, but you know what sealed the deal is how clean the house was. She and Mildred walked the entire house and found not a speck of dirt or dust anywhere in the house. Anyway, the offer is quite generous, and I have accepted it. My lawyer here is drawing up the papers, and we complete the deal at the end of next week.

I know you are reluctant to sell the house, it is Mom’s prized possession, but Mom is gone, and she wants both of us to be happy, especially you. When her stuff gets here there is something in her jewelry box she wanted you to have, I think it will convince you how much she loved you, your caring and attention appreciated so much by her.

I cleaned up after dinner, washed the dishes, then Sis, and I set down on the rear deck. I told her of the little pond, behind the house, the squirrels and the birds playing there all afternoon. She had never walked back there, too busy and too lazy to check into things. Now that I am here maybe we can find some time to enjoy things more.

She had brought home a large file from her office of correspondence, letters of reference, and job specification sheets from the employers. She also had brought a new computer home; she wanted me to set it up in the room she used for an office and retype all of the letters and correspondence in the file. If all goes well, she wants to start a secretarial service here in town. I could work from home, emailing or faxing the processed documents to them. She thinks there is enough small businesses in town that need the service every once in a while, to make it profitable.

After I try it, she will run an ad in the local paper to drum up some business, if I am interested. It sounded good, something to occupy my time, but also maybe earning me a few dollars. It took me most of the evening to set up the new computer including internet access and some virus protection. I typed the first letter, making a mistake or two, but it looked good after they were corrected and printed on the printer she had purchased to go with the computer.

I kind of lost track of time as I typed away, my sister finally coming to get me to go to bed. It was fifteen minutes after midnight, and I had been busy at it for over three hours. As I was getting into some pajamas, Sis was looking at the items that I had typed up. She saw where I had typed up all the items but two, those last two fairly lengthy. When I returned ready for bed, she asked if I liked the work. I told her it was easy to get involved, much like cleaning a house. You started and soon time has sped by. I told her I thought it would work if she could drum up some business.

We went to bed after she made sure that I could deal with selling Mom’s house. I liked it out here much better, so even though I still had some attachment to it, it would be for the better. I laid in bed for a while just staring out the window at the shadows of the landscape. The moon is up, and the pine needled shadows of a few branches were casting themselves on the bedroom wall. It indeed is a more peaceful place, a connection to something more significant than lost memories.

The next morning I had made some toast and sausage patties for her, and of course coffee. She asked me to set up email accounts for my work, one for the public and one for her to use to contact me at home. Then if I was ambitious, maybe a simple website listing what things I would be able to do for customers. She would do some research on what I could charge for performing the services, and we could decide tonight on the prices I would charge.

I again raided my sister’s closet for something to wear, even though the male clothes I wore here had been cleaned and hanging in my closet. I selected an outfit, trying to pick something that would look coordinated, but comfy to wear. It ended up being a pair of pants, almost bell bottoms, and a tank top, both in muted shades of peach. I found a scarf that had peach colors in it but was quite colorful and bright with bold colors. That tied around my neck made the outfit perfect. I even tried some of her lipstick; it did require me several applications before I got it looking right. I used to be good at coloring when I was a kid but now the simple task of staying within the lines of my lips seemed difficult.

The day progressed quickly; email accounts the easiest to obtain. I used Gmail accounts; widely used and easy to set-up. The website was a little more difficult since I had never done one. I got the domain name from one of the major providers, purchased it and followed their instructions on how to put it together. It wouldn’t be active until later tonight, but I had the basics together. Tonight the only thing I could find for dinner was some frozen everything in one bag, one skillet meals. Mom on occasion had used some of these, her secret to making it taste like something is the spices. She had taught me well, sampling it as I added the different spices until it tasted decent.

Tomorrow would require a trip to the grocery store; there was just not anything left to make any meals out of. Her spices were limited and most out of date. I threw out three bottles full as I had prepared tonight’s dish, the spice obviously spoiled. Sis was impressed, she ate more than half of it herself, promising me that we would join the gym on Saturday, her to keep trim and me as a punishment for being too good a cook.

The next morning I was getting ready to go with Sis to work so that I could borrow the car to grocery shop. I had on some of my male clothes, but just the few days that I had been wearing my sister’s things I got spoiled. I yanked my male things off and put on what I had picked last night from her closet. Some lipstick and I was ready. I never thought of me being a male that I should not be dressing in her clothes. They fit me, were comfortable and I looked good in them so I continued to wear her clothing.

We drove to her work and went in. There had been several people outside waiting to see her, so as she was handling her first customer, I tried to help the others. Both had never been to the agency, so I had then fill out the proper forms. Sis kept a list of available jobs on the office computers, so I looked through them trying to match the applicant’s qualifications with the available employment. I had gotten them each a soft drink when they came in and had them waiting for when she was through.

When her first customer left, I took the completed form into her office, along with the job most likely to fit their qualifications. I could see Sis staring at me, but before she could say anything I showed the applicant into her office. Another forty minutes Sis was through with that one, and I did the same with the last applicant. This one had two job listings that she qualified for, so I laid the appropriate paperwork down on her desk. I told her that I had called both of those employers to make sure the positions are still open. I got a big smile, then I closed her office door and went back to cleaning the office.

The applicant apparently got one of the jobs, leaving the office all excited and a huge smile on her face. Sis came out and hugged me, where have you been all my life. Tomorrow we are moving your computer here, and you are now my secretary, no make that my PA. I giggled a little but knew deep down that I now had fit in with something, no longer an outcast, and a misfit. Maybe this will all work out, after all.

The rest of the day is similar to this morning, several applicants appearing, even a couple of college students needing a part time job. I searched her job listings, matching up prospective jobs with the applicant. One of the applicants had no job listing matches, so I called a couple of the firms that had listed other jobs, telling them I had an applicant with her qualifications. One had no openings, but liked her qualifications. The other wanted to talk to her, an employee that was leaving later in the month, needed to be replaced. When I told Sis of what I had done I got an eager hug, then a cheek kiss. The applicant was behind me so she couldn’t show me any more signs of her appreciation.

At the end of the day she had placed five of the six applicants, even getting one of the college students a part-time job. I had called a bunch of places, and several of them had not got back with me, they were appreciative that I had called and told them of my applicants and their qualifications. They would let me know if there was any vacancies. I set up a separate file listing the student and their experience, so that when I got a call I could match one of them up.

That night I ordered some pizza to be delivered, a place that one of the applicants had told me about. They had worked there briefly, said the pizza was excellent, which ones were the best and what not to order. After Sis and I had annihilated the pizza I would have to agree with them, the empty box a sure sign of a delicious pizza. I mean not even a crumb was left in the box.

I managed to take the computer down, the one that I had just set up the night before. I loaded it in her car ready to take it to the office tomorrow and reassemble it. We decided I would only work until three, do my grocery shopping, then swing back by the office to pick her up. We had several more applicants from the local college, word spreading about her getting one of them a part time job. Apparently jobs in this town for a student were very scarce. I made a lot more cold calls that afternoon advertising that we had many experienced students needing employment and that we could match their needs to the proper applicant.

I managed to find three more students jobs, a fact for which Sis is very grateful for. The fees she got even for a part-time job would help pay the bills. The employers were happy because they didn’t have to interview or worry if the applicant they chose could perform the work.

For the day I had dressed again in my sister’s clothes. They felt right and I liked how I looked in them. Today was a light rose shirtwaist dress, some stockings and a pair of her heels. Of course some light makeup, my hair in a ponytail. The grocery shopping went quicker than I had intended, so I managed to get the food home and put away. I put a roast on to bake, added potatoes and onions, plus some fresh celery stems. Although the celery would cook down to nothing, the flavor it added more than worth the addition of it.

When I got back the office was full, my sister very glad to see me. I took each applicant, had then fill out the proper forms, matched jobs to their qualifications and then handed them over to Sis. I found three more college students part-time jobs on my own, Sis too busy helping ones to find full time jobs. It turned out to be almost six-thirty before we were able to head home. The roast was done, so I served it up and Sis almost finished it off by herself. After she was done she hit me on the arm, I looked at her, “Why did you hit me again?”

“Cause you are going to make me fat, we are stopping at the gym tomorrow at lunch, if I don’t you might be the only one that can fit into my clothes.” True to her word we did stop and both of us joined the gym. I had not thought it through very well, my dress that day very feminine, plus the lipstick that I wore, the gal at the gym presumed me to be female. I had not checked the gender box, but as she was looking over my application she did it for me. The realization hit me when we headed to the car, I was signed up as a female, now only able to use the female side of the gym.

Sis had watched the proceedings, never saying a word to me, as we left she told me that what happened was the best option. I will look into getting you a gender change, you might just as well be female and be happy, then suffer as a male. I turned and looked at her, fear in my face. “You can get somebody to cut it off, what if I want to keep it.”

“Let’s face it even if you could keep it, I doubt it would ever be used. I have never seen anyone more attuned to the female gender then you. Let’s take the next step, a set of breasts might be nice, helping to fill out your dresses and blouses better. After Mom’s clothes get here, we need to see what might be appropriate for you to wear, then shop to fill in your wardrobe. I can’t have a dumpy looking PA in my employ, can I?”

Two days later the boxes of clothes showed up, I tried them all on and made my selections of what looked best on me. I made sure they were all washed and hung them in my closet. Mom’s jewelry box was included in the boxes, something I forgot about but Sis remembered and had Mildred pack it among the clothes. I opened the drawers carefully, her jewelry was her prized possession. In one of the drawers was her diamond earrings, a gift from her Mother. Along with the earrings was a note, addressed to me.

Drew

For all of the things you have done for me over the years, take these earrings as a gift from me. Wear them proudly and often, thinking of me as you do so. I know you had your ears pierced in high school, so they will look gorgeous on you. A gift from a Mother to her youngest daughter, who have made my last few years so enjoyable.

Love Mom

After I quit crying I put on the earrings, looking in the mirror at my reflection. A huge smile lit up my face, then I finished going through her clothes. My one set of male clothes found their way to the trash can, I was sure I would never need or desire them again. I ended up keeping all but three of Mom’s dresses and all but two of her skirts.

Sis’s business continued to improve, even a few people from the surrounding towns were using her services. When we got the first ones from out of town I made calls to the companies in those towns offering our services and finding out if they needed immediate help. References were given so that they could check us out, to see that we only supplied well qualified applicants for any job. It was only a few days later when we placed our first applicants in those towns, now Sis was supplying employment help along I-40, eighty miles in each direction.

My job became routine, even a few of the locals recognizing me on the street and saying hi. Her business continued to grow both in placing employees in jobs and as a secretarial service. During most days I was constantly busy, either trying to place employees or typing up something for someone.

Sis and I did get out and do some shopping, her P.A, never looking better in her new ensembles. Sis usually closed the business around Christmas for a couple of weeks, a time to squeeze in a vacation or take a trip somewhere. This time it was used for her P.A. to get a set of breasts. The salon did the work, six hours of a pump sucking the breasts from my chest. I was so proud of them walking around with my chest pushed out as far as I could manage. Sis seeing me and breaking out in uncontrollable giggles. I did join her, I was acting like a child proud of her new toys. The thing was I was proud of them, the last missing part of the puzzle. I thought back to Mom, she would be thrilled to see me happy, such a simple thing as getting breasts making me complete. Since sis used some of the money from selling the house, it was truly a treasured gift showing Mom’s love for me. .

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Audrey; A Model For Femgerie

Audrey; A Model For Femgerie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Jean Marie; A Favor For Sis

Jean Marie; A Favor For Sis

Being one-half of a set of fraternal twins can be at times exasperating. Just yesterday my nefarious twin accosted me in my bedroom, wanting a big favor from me. When she set down on my bed, I knew it was going to be bad. Anytime she gets comfortable; I know that the favor is going to be absurd. She feels that she has to explain everything to me so that I will see the reasoning for her asking the favor.

If she was just a little more careful in her endeavors, she would not get herself into these predicaments. In the past, her request for favors has somewhat put a strain on our relationship. We have always been very close, getting along with each other, not like most brother-sister relationships. I really would do almost anything she asked of me, knowing she would do the same for me.

I guess some of the closeness between us came as a result of how we were brought up. Because of our names I had a rather hard time at school. At birth, Mom was trying to appease our grandmothers, so we were bestowed with the names of Jean Michelle and Jean Marie. Now that would not be so bad for two girls, but a boy and a girl is another matter. I received the very feminine name Jean Marie, and my sister was named Jean Michelle.

We found out later that Mom was expecting two girls, not a boy, and a girl. The ultrasound image proved to be incorrect in this case. We have no idea if it was the technician or the equipment, but in any case, the prediction was wrong, and my parents were surprised. Unfortunately, the grandmothers had already been told of the names, so to avoid disappointment, Mom kept to the original names selected.

Keep in mind that the grandmothers were getting up in age and not in the best of health. Now for a boy to go through life with the name of Jean Marie, he has to be unusually tough. My parents started calling me Jean to keep down my embarrassment. The schools, however, went by my name on my records, hence during the first few days of school each year, some teacher would call out my real name. When I answered, that sealed my fate for the rest of the year.

My family did move several times during our schooling, but each time I was committed to purgatory during the first few days of school. Most of my female classmates treated me with respect and did not embarrass me; after the first few days, life with them was tolerable. However, I was usually called Jean Marie, not Jean. I tried to get them to call me Jean, but they said that Jean Marie just was easier to remember.

I wasn’t sure that it was easier to remember, but I am sure some of the females were getting a little laugh at my expense. With regards to the boys, it was a totally different matter. It was like a compulsion to them. Because my name was Jean Marie, they had to ridicule me at every opportunity. Most of the time, it ended up as name calling. Sissy was a word that I quickly became familiar with, although it was a couple of years later before I really understood exactly what the name entails. They were relentless with the teasing, quite often in the halls among all of the students.

This only encouraged the other students to participate in the fun. There was a group of boys that always wanted to push the envelope beyond teasing. Bullies are what we call them now, taking the name-calling and teasing to the next level. I was never big for my age, so getting pushed, tripped and knocked down was to be expected. I even was placed in my locker once, yes, inside of it along with my books. It took the school janitor several hours to remove me since they had put a different lock on my makeshift cell.

If it only happened once, I would probably be able to handle the humiliation, but over my grade and early high school years it happened three times. Sis was outraged that they would do this to me; it required a lot of talking to get her calmed down. My sister tried to help me whenever she could, trying to step in to give me much-needed support. This only resulted in her getting picked on for helping me.

I finally told her to help me when she could do so anonymously, but otherwise refrain. There was no use in both of us getting beat up. She wasn't happy with the idea but did agree in the end. I know this was one of the reasons for our closeness, she was sharing in my grief. I was able to return her helpfulness some since I was above average in academics; so we studied together often as I helped her with her homework. I don't think she would have graduated high school without my help. She was smart, but it took until her sophomore year in college before she was able to take advantage of her IQ. She was a beautiful young lady in school. Unfortunately, she knew it, and her studies suffered in high school because of it.

Too much to do, too many parties to go to, definitely too much shopping, and other distractions to divert her attention from academics. Once she wised up, her grades improved dramatically. When her senior year ended her GPA was 3.6, an improvement from her 2.9 in her sophomore year. During her senior year, she was helping me with my courses, instead of the other way around.

Past favors that she had implicated me in were many and numerous, but the one that I remember the most was when she asked me to impersonate her on a blind date. I was shocked when she had made the original request. During our teenage years, we had never dressed up as each other as so often twins do. There was one Halloween when she managed to get me into a dress, but it was as Elvira, and she went as the hulk.

Nobody recognized me that year, but I attempted to keep the accomplishment very low profile. The dressing for the blind date was so over the top that it took her a week to persuade me to do it. The excuse was that her girlfriend had arranged the date, but she could not stand the young man. To keep from hurting her friend's feelings she couldn't get out of the date. She felt that I could fill in for her with no difficulty, and I conceded that I might be able to pull it off. The realization that she thought that I could pass for her with ease shook up my staid opinion of myself.

We were almost identical in our appearance except for the difference in gender. Our facial features were similar, with my lips a little larger than hers, but she definitely had the cuter nose. We kept our ash blonde hair shoulder length, although I usually didn’t have mine styled. It turned out for the date that it would be necessary so that I could impersonate her.

The guy had never met sis, but the girlfriend was part of the other couple on that double date. Hence, I needed to come as close as possible to her likeness. I also had to get my other ear pierced since up to that time I had only one of my ears pierced. Sis did have quite an attractive shape, blossoming into womanhood as is common with that age. I was straight as a board up and down, although I was very skinny, necessitating only to be padded out.

Even if I got found out, it was my sister's intention never to have another date with this man. At least she was thoughtful enough to allow me a week to get into the masquerade. She had known about the date for several weeks, one week trying to figure out how she could get me to do the favor for her. One week to convince me that I wanted to do this for her, and a week to perfect my disguise.

The extent that my sister went to make my impersonation realistic was phenomenal. Realistic breast forms glued to my chest, a padded brief helping my lower torso to round out a little. My longish hair was styled in a feminine cut, a professional makeover, and a custom made dress that fit my figure to perfection was my reality. Of course, all of that produced the required result with the blind date not realizing that he was dating another male. If her girlfriend figured out my disguise she never mentioned it. I kind of figured out why, since she was in constant lip lock with her date all evening, too busy to pay much attention to me.

Thankfully it was not a hands on type of date, and my purgatory was limited to talking a lot, a few grabs of the ass, and a goodnight kiss on the lips. My voice had not broken yet, still in the neutral area between a male and a female. I won't comment on the kiss since males are not supposed to like those type of affections shown them. It wasn’t that bad an ordeal; I was treated nicely and except for feeling so weird, I did have a little fun, however, I did not want to make a habit of this.

With regards to our parents, they were among the wealthy people, not extremely rich, but not hurting for anything. They had set up trust funds for our college, early in life, and they were now fairly substantial with the interest and profit from the stocks they had invested in. They were ours to do what we wanted to with them, but with the condition that we would get no more from them until they died.

They had been teaching us how to handle money, trying to get us to be responsible in our financial dealings. When we graduated high school, we were allowed to control our funds as long as our parents got to oversee the transactions. The size of the trusts were considerable, with both Sis and I investing quite a bit of these funds in stocks since we would not need the entire amount for our college.

We stayed local, at the state university majoring in business management and marketing, so our expenses were quite reasonable. Our investments paid off with the dot-com explosion, and we doubled the funds in only a few months. We were just shy of having enough to retire with, but retirement at this time was not in our plans, for either of us.

Back to the here and now, as my sister positioned her posterior on my bed. I was fearful of any requests for favors from her, but I was receptive enough to hear her out. She needed a really big favor from me, lasting for a week. She reminded me that her current job was in turmoil, with her company not knowing what they were going to do in the upcoming few months.

There had been rumors of layoffs since several of their clients were declining to renew their contracts, although, at the time, they were still being negotiated. At this time, it was not known if they were just trying to get a better deal or if they were shopping at the competition. Sis was trying to preserve her career by getting an interview with another company. The job was similar to what she was doing now, with a small increase in pay. The benefits were much better, with the new company offering a wide range of advantages in work hours and scheduling.

Unfortunately, her present job had a critical negotiation with their biggest client the same week of the interview. Compounding that problem was the fact that the negotiation was being held on the west coast. Since we were located on the east coast, something had to give. She asked me to attend the interview for her, and if the job was offered, take the training seminar for the rest of the week.

What made it all the more plausible is the fact that I am working as a consultant for small businesses. This is done from home, with only a few face to face meetings necessary. I gave small companies advice on incorporating, helped them with their business plans for financing, and other business related services. I had numerous referrals over the last few months and had managed to develop it into a profitable business.

Now a one-day impersonation might be something I could handle, but a week’s worth is out of the question. Sis and I argued about this for several hours, but I would not budge, and she didn't want to lose out on a good potential job if her company started cutting the workforce. She had been with then for only a year and a half, not having much seniority. We decided to leave the discussion until tomorrow, with both of us thinking about it. I think she finally realized that I might not come around to her way of thinking.

I laid awake most of the night thinking about what my sister wanted, an unreasonable request in a way, but I could see why she was trying to cover all her bases. The more I thought about it, the more I could see her point. It would be probably embarrassing for me, especially if I was discovered. The actual dressing like a woman is quite an ordeal, especially after all I had gone through last time for the blind date, I can imagine what she has in mind for me this time.

I had a couple of conditions, but if she agreed I would do it for her, the pushover in me coming to the fore. The next morning we resumed the discussion, “I will do this for you, but at a cost. What you have asked of me is no trivial task.”

After being knocked over with her enthusiastic hug, I tried to maintain control of the conversation. “You need to agree to my conditions; that first, nothing permanent to be done to me, and second my insistence that, however, this turns out, the week time limit applies.” She was accepting immediately on those two points.

Next for the deal breaker. I was hoping that if I made my cost to her significant enough that she would forget the whole matter. “I want to be paid for my time, while I do as you request.” I did fairly well in my business, getting most of my business from referrals of previous customers. It was a niche type of business, but one that I managed to make quite profitable.”

“My price for doing her this favor was to replace my income for two weeks. I made about thirty-five thousand dollars in the last two weeks.” Of course, Jean Michelle did not have to know that it was the best two weeks that I have ever had.

There was deafening silence for quite a while as she tried to come to grips with my request. I could see the light come on in her mind, finally realizing what she had asked of me. She started conversations several times, but the words she would like to use did not come to her lips. Hence, the subject withered away. Finally, after thirty minutes she managed to gather her wits. “I will accept your terms, all of them, without reservations.” Now I am the one shocked and lacking verbiage.

Then she added another benefit to the equation. “If I successfully pulled this off, she would buy me a new wardrobe of my choice to the tune of fifty thousand dollars. She added a little side bet, between her and me, if I was confident enough of my feelings and emotions. After the week, she bet me that I would choose to stay a woman, instead of going back to a male persona. The new wardrobe would help in dressing the new me.” I am speechless, the idea of me staying as a woman after the impersonation is ridiculous.

I am not transgendered, nor a crossdresser, why would I stay as a female. There was no careful consideration of the bet, it is outrageous, and I would win the bet hands down. I agreed to the bet, but in my haste to discard the idea, I didn't even ask what she would be required to do if I became a man again.

With the decision and conditions set, we agreed my transformation would begin tomorrow. She told that she had made appointments for me for the next few days, to transform the old me to the new Jean Michelle. The first day of my impersonation was the interview and assessment by the new company, a week from now. She had been told I would be most likely hired after I am assessed on my skills and interests.

Then the salary and job description would be finalized based on what they found out. We decided that I would use the first name and initial of Jean M. on all the pertinent forms. This would keep her or me from being confronted later with deception in obtaining a job. I would drop by the Driver’s License Bureau to have my ID changed to Jean M. She had already obtained copies of all her transcripts for the interview. The transcripts were identical for the two of us, since we took the same courses, although not at the exact same time.

I could, therefore, concentrate on the transformation for the whole week. My voice is rather high for a male, so only a change in some vocabulary would be needed in that regard. We got to bed about two A.M. for a few hours’ sleep. She would head off to work in the morning, and I would head to the beauty salon that would do my transformation.

The appointment is for eight A.M., requiring me to get up at seven to be able to make it. I was told that it would take two full days at the salon for all the changes to be made and for me to be taught to do my own hair and makeup. Then one more day later in the week for a crash course in appropriate clothing choices. After work, she was going to meet me at the salon, and we would go out to eat. Neither of us likes to cook for ourselves, so eating out is a fairly standard practice.

We still lived at home, since our parents were often gone for months. It was a combination of look after the house, and us being too lazy to find ourselves apartments. Our parents were in France now, enjoying the Mediterranean, the first of several stops before they returned in December.

I was nervous the next morning as I got dressed. The salon is the same one she used last time, although they were using some different procedures on me since the period of disguise is longer. In the past the stylists and technicians were very friendly, treating me just like a regular customer. No snide remarks, no whispering behind my back, just a professional attitude throughout the entire transformation. This time, I am wondering what they might think of my excursion into extreme femininity.

I managed to get myself dressed and to the salon on time. I was greeted at the door and escorted to one of the private rooms. The Turnabout Gurl Salon is widely known in the area now, opening to the public just before my blind date transformation. Their reputation had spread in the interim, now even at eight in the morning, they were busy. They had obviously decorated some more since I was here last. The whole place dripped femininity, the soft colors, the lacy curtains, the uniforms of their technicians, and the large mural sized pictures of beautiful females decorating the walls.

I was aware of their catering to the M2F population since there were several male clientele getting their hair done this morning, but the number of women they had as customers astounded me. At least, at first glance they looked like females. In all of their advertising, they stressed that if they could make a male look like a female, just imagine what they could do for the true female client. It was obvious that their advertising is working.

As I entered the private room, Gina greeted me at the door. Her uniform is a sight to behold. A variation of a French maid's outfit, done all in pink, with lace and petticoats everywhere. I told her that I loved her outfit, she telling me that she could arrange for me to wear one before I left. That quieted me down since I didn't want to experience that pleasure.

She had done my hair removal last time, and she remembered my name. She told me to undress and lay down on the table. My lack of confidence and self-awareness always seem to show up when I am embarrassed and naked. My male body is alright, nothing exceptional, but shyness and self-doubt abound, turning me into something less than masculine. I am blushing several shades of red, but Gina just helps me over to the table, laying a pillow behind my neck. She tells me to get comfortable, and soon it will be over.

As she inspects my body for hair, she is amazed at how little my body hair has regrown. She informed me that one more treatment should leave me hairless permanently, the wax they used containing an ingredient that kills the follicle of the hair. I was thinking of other things and failed to notice the significance of what she was saying. She did go over my entire body, not missing any source of body hair. She applied the hot wax, placed a cloth on it and ripped it from my body. I shouldn't have made the comment about her uniform; she definitely was getting even for that remark and enjoying it way too much as she ripped away.

After the cloths were ripped from my body, she applied cream to the still warm skin and rubbed it in. From my neck to my toes, there was not a single strand of hair attached to my body. The pain is still there, a bit dull but several stressful throbs mixed in here and there. Maybe it was just that I was getting used to it since it did not seem to be as bad as last time.

She got me a diet coke to drink, and we chatted for a few moments. Gina is curious as to my decision to go the full route this time; I must have been on some type of drug because I missed what she is eluding to. I am thinking of doing it for a week versus the one-day impersonation last time. She was talking about me getting the semi-permanent treatments that lasted for up to a year. So we both missed what the other is saying, and she resumed the treatments. My eyebrows were next; the end result, a very thin, arched line of hair over each eye, identical to my sister.

Then she asked me how often I had to shave my face. I usually only had to shave once a week but to hide my lack of facial hair I told her that I shaved every other day. She went to a cabinet and pulled out some jars of liquid, looking through them for a certain bottle. When she found it, she shook it up and then found a sponge to apply it with. I was told that I had to lay still and try not to move my facial muscles. It was something important because she repeated it twice.

I nodded my head, and she started applying the liquid to my beard area. The cool liquid made my facial skin tighten up, and then the skin relaxed as the liquid became warmer. She left it on my skin for thirty minutes, with my nose twitching. Why is it that you need to scratch your nose when someone is doing something to your face or eyebrows? After thirty minutes, she removed the creamy liquid, then used an astringent on my face. The tingling felt good, as my face felt cleaner than it ever has before.

She assured me that I would not have to shave for at least six months that was why the solution strength was important. If I shaved less often, she would have used a weaker solution, thus neutralizing the weaker hair follicles a little better. I realized that I should have told her the truth on how often I shaved. I asked what if she has used a stronger solution for me, what would be the results. She smiled telling me that I would never have to shave again.

Typically when they do the semi-permanent treatments they try to time the treatments so that after a year the customer can return to his original gender if they wanted. I wanted to say something, but I was at a loss for words. If I do dress like a male again, I guess that I will not have to worry about shaving my face. Anyway, it is apparent that worrying about that now is futile.

Tracy, a new technician, entered the room, asking me if I was ready for the next step. I nodded my head, still worrying about what I had inadvertently caused with my little white lie, a while ago. She looked my body over, taking a few measurements as she went. She pulled the stirrups out of the table and asked me to put my feet in them. She used a strap to attach them to the stirrups, and then spread the stirrups further apart so she could work on my groin.

This was the part that I was not looking forward to. Since my pillow had been removed, my head was lying flat on the table. To see what she was doing, I had to lift my head, a position that was hard to maintain. Tracy asked if I had any questions about what she was going to do, but I stupidly told her no.

She sprayed some cool liquid on my genitals, with me losing any feelings there a few minutes later. She pulled and tugged on them for a while, positioning them where she wanted them. I felt a little movement in my scrotum but, for the most part, was unable to feel anything as she positioned my testicles. I did feel when she pushed my testicles back into my body, a position that I learned was possible last time I was in for the transformation.

At that time, they just taped my organs between my legs with surgical tape to give me the flat front of a woman. I was sure Tracy was aiming for something a little more stable than tape. She leaned over to tell me that she was inserting my penis into a sheath, attached to a false vulva that would give me the outward appearance of a natural female.

That false female sex would be glued to my body, keeping me secure and looking natural. It would take a while for her to get it set right, so she suggested that I just relax and think pleasant thoughts. It took her over an hour to complete the procedure, but when she showed me how it looked in the mirror, I was flabbergasted. I had managed to see several vulvas in my time as a male, but this was the most beautiful one to date. I know obviously I am prejudiced.

The fact that it is mine and not a girlfriends was the kicker. She had even added pubic hair in the shape of a triangle, to make my new female sex seem more realistic. She moved her fingers over the lips, then slid one into the slit. I jerked when I felt the touch of her finger inside me.

Tracy smiled, informing me that it works, that I can feel movements just like a real female. If sex is on the menu, you can have regular sex just like a female, feeling penetration and movement within the vulva. You will have to pee like a woman now since your plumbing is identical to any female. The best part is that the appliance is secure for at least nine months or more.

That statement did get my attention; I thought that this would all be removed in a couple of weeks, but no, apparently I am committed for a much longer time. I knew that she had not set this up; it was arranged by my sister, the little cheat. I wasn't upset at Tracy, but couldn't wait to get my hands on my sister. I asked a couple of more questions, trying not to let it be known that I was clueless as to what was to be done to me.

I did find out that the semi-permanent treatments were designed for a long term of nine months to a year. That's why sis was convinced that I would stay as a girl since nothing was coming off, guaranteeing me a feminine future. I was given a robe and told that a break had been scheduled about now since it would be another five hours before Tracy was finished with me. I found out that hips, breasts, and waist, plus a few corrections on my face are still on the agenda.

She led me to a lounge in the back of the salon where I was offered tea, and then a wide assortment of delicious pastries. I was informed that they were, of course, low calorie, not adding to my figure. This is said as she giggled, taking a bite of her own low-calorie treat.

I had taken the time to try and figure out what I am going to do. I knew that my sister had gone way overboard on this, but I gave her the benefit of the doubt, that her reason is the potential job. Why the semi-permanent treatments for a one-week impersonation. I decided a little detective work was called for, and asked Tracy to find out who my sister approached for the appointments.

She left for a minute, then returned bringing another lady with her. It was indeed a lady, the way she carried herself, full of confidence and ready to take on the world. I introduced myself, being the brother of Jean Michelle, and asked her if I could talk to her for a moment. She was willing and escorted me to her office, for a little more privacy. I told Tracy I would be right back, just needed to find out a few things. I was shown to a seat in her office.

She had an idea what I wanted to know but made me promise never to divulge the source of my information. It turned out her name is Francine, the owner of the Turnabout Gurl Salon chain. Gina had already brought me to her attention. Gina had told her that I was clueless about the kind of treatments arranged for me.

Francine had already talked with my sister, telling her that the salon wasn't a willing participant to transformations where the client is not aware of the degree and permanence of the treatments. Francine did not tell me what my good for nothing sister said when confronted on the phone. Francine had already arranged for me to have lunch with her so that I could be made aware of what exactly is happening. I explained my part in the transformation, what I had agreed to, what I did not agree to, and the reason that Jean Michelle had told me that I was doing this for.

She told me that nothing done today or tomorrow is permanent, but would definitely last much longer than the two-week scenario. Most of the appliances would be ten months to a year before they could be safely removed. She asked if I wanted to stop the treatments, if, so she would handle my sister. They frown on males being tricked or coerced into becoming women. I told Francine that I would like a little time to think about what I should do.

She suggested that I take an early lunch, and think about it. I agreed, and she ordered lunch for us, a nearby diner furnished her customer's meals when needed. She showed me to the lounge that I had a break in a little while ago. There was a small secluded room to the rear and Francine led me there. She asked to eat with me, so she could answer some more questions for me. I agreed, and within ten minutes our food was being delivered.

We chit chatted for a while; then I asked her if my sister had mentioned who her interview was with. She smiled, telling me it was a company that she did business with. In fact, she was the one that told my sister about the job opening. One of her old college friends runs their personnel department. Francine figured where I was headed, mentioning that she would make a few phone calls.

Francine knew that my schooling was the same as my sister since I had told her that was why my sister wanted me to impersonate her. She left the room, returning thirty minutes later with the biggest smile. Her friend would be over in a couple of hours to interview me.

I thought I had come up with an original plan to take the job away from my sister, thus leaving her with only her present job. Francine was way ahead of me, though. I figured that if I was going to be stuck as a woman for a year, I might as well have the job that she was interviewing for. I could always still do a little freelance work on the side. I told Francine to tell Tracy that I wanted the rest of the treatments, as had been arranged for.

She told me that I could switch to a less permanent modification if I desired. I told her, no if I was going to do this I was doing it right, first class all the way. Besides, Jean Michelle was paying for it. Among all the talk, we did manage to devour our lunches since I had never known soup and salad could be so good. Francine suggested dinner with her, and staying at her house for the evening, so that we could make more plans. She would call her friend, and have her meet us at her house instead.

After lunch, Tracy resumed my modifications, with appendages for the chest the next item on the agenda. My chest area was thoroughly cleaned, and then a thick liquid spread on my chest. An apparatus that fit on either side of my chest was lowered, then two gelatin-like blobs inserted into a cone shape breast cup. The bottom of the cups were attached to my skin with a medical adhesive. After those were attached to the forms the suction pulled any extraneous tissue into the cups with the gelatin substances. There was a little more suction added and the cups started to pulsate. Then all of it started to heat up, with it getting quite warm as the process continued.

Tracy leaned over to my face and told me to take a nap since this was going to continue for a little over four hours. I didn't fall asleep, but I spent the time trying to figure out why my sister had tried to get me trapped as a woman. As far as I knew, I had not done anything to her, for her to want revenge. Why she had lied to me to get me in a female persona for upwards to a year was beyond me.

I figured me taking this job for myself if the company liked what they saw, would maybe teach her a lesson. Then she would be stuck with her present job, a fate that maybe she deserved. For some reason, the chance to work as a woman somehow appealed to me. Other than the favor to Jean Michelle for the blind date, I really had never dressed outside of the one Halloween. I didn't think that I wanted to become a woman, I liked women, I often dated, enjoying their company immensely.

The few times that I had sex with one of them, it was enjoyable, but I never developed a relationship with any of them. Too many of my clients in my business were female; I just seemed to click with them, while my few male clients were always more of a chore to please with regards to my work.

I came out of my daze when Tracy released the suction from my chest. Then she raised the apparatus and low and behold I now had breasts. After she had moved the device away from my body, she returned to check her work. She felt them, and then she pinched my nipple lightly. I jerked away from her, I actually felt her touch my nipple. The forms were still there, now somewhat flexible and squishy. They would remain, then dissolve away after a few days. I looked up at her, wondering how that was accomplished. The biggest smile came over her face, her only comment being that I had a lot of catching up to do, to realize the potential for this new body of mine.

I was amazed at this latest development since my breasts were protruding from my chest just as if they were real. I guess in a way they were real, not something glued to my skin, but a part of me. I reached up to support my new titties, the weight being significantly more than I thought. My fingers moving to my nipples as if they was a magnet pulling them to that point.

Next, she had me roll over and proceeded to cleanse my lower half, and then added a different form and swung the unit back around, so it was directly above my hips. Two more gel balls were sucked up into the forms and the unit was lowered until the suction made contact with my skin. Quickly the slack skin was sucked up into the forms, and the pulsating started. My skin warmed up, as before, and then the regular pulsations deepened as more of my body is forced into the forms.

Since these forms were much larger, it felt that my whole rear end was in that contraption. The vacuum seemed to increase again, and more of my lower body had retreated into the forms. I sighed, knowing that I would soon have a very feminine butt, albeit a little larger than I had imagined due to the pulsating suction of the device. When the machine shut down, releasing the suction on my posterior, my new enlarged hips actually quivered a little. The forms would dissolve in a few days, until then I had a perfectly shaped female butt. As Tracy moved the device away, I looked over my shoulder at my new posterior.

They seemed to be huge, the flesh bouncing and wiggling slightly, as any movement I made caused a ripple to sway through them. Imagine what they will be like when the forms dissolve. I asked Tracy about the process that they used, as my hands glided over my new breasts and hips. She told me that it was a new process that used a special fat, sometimes used after liposuction to augment an area that needed enhancing. It had been injected in the area; then the body would absorb some of it in the cells in that area, causing the enhancement.

Their process used heat to dissolve the fat, allowing it to be absorbed by the body quicker. As the suction pulsated stretching the skin some, the fat was absorbed into the area. After the swelling had gone down, caused by the suction, the fat remained, thus the breasts and hips that I now possessed. It was a relatively new process, but with no breaking of the skin and using natural body fat, it was quite safe. I started to ask about how it could be removed, but decided at this point, the answer to that question could wait. I doubted that I would have liked the answer anyway.

We took another short break, then returned so she could work on my face. She wanted to emphasize my cheekbones a little more and plump up my lips. For this, she used some of the fat spreading it on the desired areas, then used a device that applied a moist heat to the area. After several applications, she used a form to shape the desired area so that the fat would be deposited where she wanted it. All in all, she put a layer of the fat on my lips and cheeks, twenty-five times, followed by the heat treatment.

I could feel my lips getting plumper as she worked the area. More than once, I asked her if my lips weren't large enough, but she told me that the difference between a good looking female and a gorgeous female was the lips and eyes. You have the eyes, and now the lips will match. Finally at six-thirty Tracy finished with me.

She brought me some clothes, including a bra and girdle, to dress in so that I could go home with Francine. I was told the bra and girdle would be needed 24/7 until the forms had dissolved completely, at least two to three days. Her choice of clothing was a LBD, stockings, and a slip with a garter belt to hold up the stockings. I gave her a one eyebrow raised look, she giggled but told me that it was necessary for dinner. Besides you now have the figure for it.

Before I could say anything more, Susan, another technician came in carrying a wig and some makeup. In short order, the makeup was applied, and my wig was attached. Looking in the mirror, there is no sign of my former male self. With a little different makeup, I would look exactly like my sister.

Francine showed up carrying a black pair of stiletto heels, with an ankle strap. Tracy helped with the heels, and then Francine asked if I was ready to conquer the world. I giggled but thought that dinner might be better. I was ravished, soup, salad, and snacks do not make for a full stomach. I am handed a purse, told my ID is in it, and then given the mascara and lipstick that Susan had used on me.

Francine grabbed my arm, I think for support since walking in heels was not my strong point, and we were off. As we got to her car, a white Mercedes, she clicked the locks, and I got in the passenger seat. I was quickly complimented on my ladylike entrance, remembering to smooth my skirt before I sat. Where I picked that up from, I don't remember. Francine drove us to a restaurant on the other side of town, a very exclusive eatery that was usually packed and required reservations. As we approached the Maitre'D, she was apparently recognized, he grabbed some menus and led us to a secluded table in the far corner of the dining room. He asked her if the white wine was okay, her nodding assent that it was.

Soon thereafter a waitress arrived bringing the bottle and two glasses. She popped the cork, poured the glasses and left. Francine asked if the white wine was okay, I told her it was fine, what I usually drank. I asked what was good here since I have never been able to afford to eat here. Her response that everything here was excellent, but her favorite was the broiled salmon.

That sounded good, so when the waitress returned to take our order, the salmon was what we both ordered. Francine had the asparagus, and I had the broccoli. I asked her if she came here often, she just smiled, then mentioned that this was her regular table reserved for her at all times. So, the answer is yes, I frequent this establishment often. Our food was brought out soon thereafter, and it was as she had stated, delicious and mouthwatering. We chit chatted for a while, and then when the plates were removed, the waitress brought us tea. It was the best tea I had ever tasted and brewed just like I made it.

She asked me a few more questions about my past, especially about my relationship with my sister. I tried to respond appropriately, telling her how we have a close relationship, but at times Jean Michelle tends to step over the boundaries and act without consulting me. I love her but would prefer to do without the fallout that results from some of her escapades.

We talked some more about my plan to even the score with her a little, but she was unsure of how me agreeing to live as a woman for a year was going to help her see the error of her ways. Put that way, I tended to agree, telling her that I also tended to do things on the spur of the moment without proper consideration of the consequences.

Francine thought that my biggest problem would be dressing and living the female lifestyle. It varies tremendously from the male life. Makeup, hair styling, and clothing choices would be a daunting task even for the most prepared individual. I asked her if she had any better idea for this problem that I find myself in. She suggested that we wait until her friend interviewed me and see what might be offered to me.

She seemed to be thinking all the time, and her advice is sound and accurate. She asked for the check, telling the waitress to add the normal gratitude and she signed it. We left to head to her house, Francine telling me that her friend should be there already. As we pulled into the drive, I was surprised at the simple elegance of her home. Nothing lavish and garish, just a cute colonial style house on well-manicured grounds. We pulled into the double garage, next to a late model corvette. As I exited, I asked her how long she has had the house. It looked well cared for, for a house that was nearing one hundred years old. She told me that it was one of the first things she had bought when the salons started to take off.

She showed me in, giving me a tour of the house, eventually, we ended upstairs, and she showed me where my bedroom was. A beautiful slightly feminine looking bedroom, with a canopy bed, adorned with light pink lace curtains. It had a very large walk-in closet and a private bath. Most of the furniture in the house looked like antiques, if not, they were very good reproductions. She suggested that I might like to relax for a while, then come downstairs for the interview.

I asked her when her friend would be here; she just replied she was here now. I looked surprised, and then Francine took pity on me, telling me that her friend was her partner, living here with her. I now saw how all of the loose ends were being tied together. I smiled asking if I could meet her now. Francine moved over to the side of the door while a beautiful brunette stepped inside of the door.

She reached out her hand and introduced herself. Her name was Heather, and she was glad to meet me. She suggested that we move over to the couch and get to know each other. I told her all about me and my sister's request for me to impersonate her. She asked a lot of questions about my experience, and about my business.

I even went online, to pull a couple of my presentations from my website to show her; She seemed to be suitably impressed with my knowledge but wanted to know more about the real me. I asked her what she meant; I am the real me. She giggled, then looked at Francine, both of them exchanging looks between them. Heather asked me to think back to this afternoon at the salon at how I looked when the treatments were done. She wanted to know what I thought of myself.

I told her that I saw a very pretty female, kind of fascinated at how she looks. She told me the keywords were you saw a female standing there, not a male dressed as a female. Francine brought up my plan to get back at my sister; obviously, there is something more there than revenge for her tricking me to dress as a female for at least a year.

Then she mentioned that when I did find out, instead of changing to a more temporary treatment, I went ahead with the semi-permanent results. I was quiet as I thought about what they said. I knew deep down they were right, but would I admit that my actions were more than revenge. After a quiet, eerie silence, Heather reached over and touched my arm to get my attention. My company will be glad to have you in our employ on one condition. I think you know what the condition is, and if you acknowledge and agree to it, I see a long and mutually beneficial relationship between us.

I think you should continue your business on the side, as long as you have the time and desire to do so. The company would have no problem with it. Sleep on it tonight, if you have any more questions you can ask them in the morning. You will find negligees in the top drawer, the bathroom fully stocked, and assorted feminine toys in the nightstand drawer. Her and Francine gave me a hug and a kiss and told me to have sweet dreams.

I found a gorgeous negligee, a peach diaphanous floor-length dream that felt wonderful on my body. I even hung up my clothes after removing them, a task that I seldom did as a male. I remembered to remove my makeup, using a moisturizer on my face before crawling into bed. No sooner than I had settled into the luxurious bed, I was fast asleep. My mind was active all night, but I don't remember much.

A knock on the door the next morning caused me to wake up. It was Francine telling me that breakfast is ready whenever I was dressed. I made my way to the bathroom and for the first time used a toilet sitting down. It was unusual in a way, but somehow it felt right. I put on a sweat suit that I presumed Francine had laid out for me and went downstairs. I tried to fix my wig a little before heading down, but my skills were seriously lacking in that area.

I was warmly greeted by both women and offered fruit, toast, and tea to drink. Heather asked if I slept well, then smiled when I sighed and told her that I didn't remember a thing until this morning. As we were eating, she asked if I had discovered any revelations since last night. I tried to play it down, but I think my smile and actions gave the game away.

I told her that I would love to work for her company if they would have me. I thought I would be an asset to them, helping them to grow. She smiled, and gave me a little side glance, waiting for the other shoe to drop. I just sat there finishing my toast and fruit. I asked Francine what time she wanted me at the salon, purposely avoiding what they wanted to hear.

She told me my first appointment was at nine, an hour from now. She would take me in, then with hair extensions, nails and makeup lessons I would be occupied the rest of the day. Heather still remained seated at the table, occasionally looking my way. I knew she was dying to hear my decision on the gender I was going to embrace, but she was not going to be the first one to bring it up.

I asked Francine if the clothes from yesterday were alright for today. She said they were fine unless I wanted to go in naked, with only a robe to cover my feminine assets. The clothes I had on would be fine since it was a little chilly outside. Francine giggled, looked at Heather, then me, telling us both that we should grow up. Little girl games do not fit your adult personalities.

I giggled, but turned to Heather, telling her that I intended to present as a female for the foreseeable future. They both wanted to be sure that I had thought it out, not just a rash decision. Heather pushed a contract over to me, stating what her company is willing to offer for my services. I read it over and was pleasantly surprised at the terms of employment.

It was offered to Jean Marie, female version, eighty-five thousand dollars a year, two weeks paid vacation, all travel expenses covered, ten thousand clothing allowance, and an apartment in the company's corporate complex. The three bedroom, two bath apartment would have to be shared with another marketing employee, however. Heather added it was the corporations thinking that if you were close to work, it would help with last-minute negotiations that involved extra work hours.

By the same token, if work was caught up, you could adjourn to the apartment, for a little R & R. I asked who the other tenant would be, I had been stuck in several disasters as some roommates had been less than desired companions. Francine thought that I would get along with this roommate quite well, almost like sisters. The warning bells were ringing, but since I was stone deaf, I heard nothing.

I told her that there was something still bothering me and that I would give her an answer this evening after my time at the salon. I wanted to think it through a little more, that something was gnawing at me real bad, but evasive to any kind of questions I might have had. After dressing in the clothes from yesterday, I picked up my purse, and Francine and I headed to the salon. The drive was a little longer since traffic is much heavier than usual.

Francine tried to find out what was bothering me, but since I did not know what it was, I couldn't tell her anything. We arrived at the salon, and Stephanie greeted me at the door. I wonder how her technicians knew when I would be coming in, a mystery for sure. Stephanie grabbed my hand and led me to her station.

Hair extensions were first on the agenda. My wig is taken off, and then my hair is washed and conditioned. She brought up the chair from the reclining position and started combing my hair. After removing all the tangles, she laid out these bundles. The hair in the bundles is quite long, but an almost identical match to my own hair color. Stephanie used a glue gun like instrument to add the extensions to my own hair. According to her, the glue is the secret to the extensions. It bonded to my own hair and the extension, being both waterproof and chemical resistant.

I could get my hair dyed later or even have a permanent, and the extensions would remain securely attached to my head. The process did take forever; it was almost one o’clock when she managed to finish with the additions. She then cut my hair blending the extensions in with my own hair to perfection. I was told it was a layered cut, framing my face and flowing out from the back of my head.

Curlers were next; there seemed to be no end to the amount that Stephanie was able to wrap my hair around. Under a dryer for an hour, Stephanie then checked to see that my hair was dry, then she moved me over to a manicure station. My cuticles were worked on leaving me with ten clean nails. Next, she picked out ten extensions that fitted my own nails perfectly. An application of adhesive was added to both the extension and my own nail, then under a UV light to set the glue. The extensions were very hard, Stephanie telling me that I would not have to worry about them breaking or coming off.

She applied a base coat followed up with three coats of Sunset at the Canyon, a deep red polish. UV light treatment between each coat of polish, then a glossy clear top coat to finish the nails. She informed me that the polish should be good for at least a month without chipping and that a special remover was needed to get it off. I held my hand out with my fingers splayed, admiring the very feminine nails that now adorned my fingers. No chance to be seen as a male with these beauties attached, in fact, I would most likely be seen as an ultra-feminine female, instead of just a female.

At least now I can rule out a career as a maid or domestic servant, with nails extending at least three-quarters of an inch past my fingertips I was not able to do much with my hands now except to wave them around while looking pretty. Stephanie moved me again this time to a vanity with a lighted mirror, the vanity top covered in makeup. I might make an assumption that makeup would be next on the schedule.

A moisturizing cream is applied and heat applied to the treated skin, the cream vanishing into the skin. I brought my hand up to my face rubbing the treated areas; it is now smooth and soft, not anything like it was before.

When we started on the makeup, I wrongly figured that she would be applying the makeup, but instead she handed me some facial cleaner and a towel, telling me the steps that I needed to perform. With my face clean, I applied some concealer to any area that was off color, mainly around the eyes, nose and mouth. Then a foundation is sponged on, leaving my complexion all one color. Doing my eyes was the hardest, any brush or pencil close to my eye caused me to blink, so I ended up jabbing myself several times when applying eye makeup.

Eventually, I managed to get it right, although I ended up doing it over several times. A little rouge on my cheeks and lip liner and lipstick completed the process. I had been watching in the mirror, mesmerized by my appearance. The last few traces of anything masculine slipping away as I applied the makeup. Stephanie showed me a lot that afternoon, about bringing out some of my best features and hiding others with a touch or two of makeup at the right spot.

In the end, a very feminine Jean Marie was all that was reflected in the mirror, no sign of a masculine individual present. I also noted that as my looks became more feminine, my actions seemed to follow; my hand movements were slower and more refined, my arms stayed closer to my body, and my posture is more upright. Gone were the slouched shoulders, replaced by two definitely feminine objects, displayed proudly on my chest for all to see.

Dressed again then told to wait up front for a few minutes, Heather is on her way to take me to the company headquarters to show me around, Then to the apartment so I could see where I will be living.

Heather showed me where I will be working, and what will be my primary responsibilities. My roommate will also have the same job, as we will be sharing in the customer’s projects, the company believing that two heads are always better then one when sharing jobs. I had doubts again, hoping that this roommate and I could get along with each other. If not there will countless problems and probably a loss of jobs for both of us.

Then to the apartment, only a few blocks away, easily able to be walked to and from each day. The apartment was gorgeous, the furniture very upscale. The kitchen had all of the latest gadgets, and came fully stocked, We could add later any foods we personally preferred to the food on hand. Back to the living room we chit chatted for awhile. It seems Heather was waiting for someone to show up. There was a key in the door and in walks my sister. She saunters over to the couch and sits right next to me. As she leans over closer she gives me a hug asking if I like the apartment. I give her the eagle eye, but it doesn’t work, it never has but I still try it every chance I get.

It takes me several minutes to put all of this together, realizing I have been played by all concerned. The long lasting treatments, the supposed job interview that couldn’t be missed and well everything. I told my sister I still want the money and definitely want the new wardrobe.

“You will let me borrow a dress from time to time won’t you?” A response I should have expected.

Then I jumped up and ran to the bedrooms picking the one I wanted before she could get off the couch. It was the larger of the three and had the nicer bathroom attached to it. She came over, hugged me tightly and told me she loves me. Now that you are who you should be we can have so much fun.

It started as a favor for Sis, but I think we both benefited from it. Sisters forever.

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