Pippy; Sissy Pageant Entrant

Pippy; Sissy Pageant Entrant

Normally being a part of a large family is beneficial, or at least somewhat helpful. I was one of the six children that our parents had, four boys and two girls. Mom was methodical in her bearing of children, having two sons each a year apart. Then two girls next, each one of them also a year apart. Then things went haywire and her next visit to the hospital bore twins, identical twin boys. Maybe because she skipped a couple of years before she had us, her timing might have been thrown off. There were complications my brother was wedged in the wrong way blocking the birth canal. They had to do a cesarean to get things untangled and eventually we both emerged.

My brother was a few minutes older since he appeared first, but that was not the only problem my mother faced that day. While getting us out the doctor inadvertently damaged her womb, so as soon as we were out he had to repair the damage. Five hours later Mom was taken back to her room, two scrawny hungry babies wanting to be fed. Over the next few days Mom decided that was it for children, telling my father to get a vasectomy or she would cut it off herself. With a house full, Dad took the hint and soon we were to be the last of the brood.

Dad hired a nanny to help Mom, especially with two of us it was greatly appreciated by all concerned. Later in life, according to my other brothers and sisters, there was considerable frustration with us, we were always hungry, grouchy and often a pain in the ass for Mom and Nanny. This was told to us and anybody who was interested when asked about our upbringing. Once Mom recouped from her child bearing years, she went back to her career as a bank manager. That left the two of us for Nanny to be raised and cared for. I never thought Mom didn’t care about us, it was just the appeal of a position with authority. A one word definition would be power, power to be someone who is admired and respected something she did not feel she had as a Mother with six children.

I guess we were more than enough to handle when young, the nanny took to dressing us as girls quite often, since our sister’s clothing was still functional and we seemed to be quieter when dressed that way. Of course, when school started the clothes were taken away and the rough boys clothing had to be endured. I managed to do better than my brother, he threw a fit when not in his female clothes, even once stripping off his male clothes at school and refusing to put them back on. That caused all kinds of ruckus as both of our parents were called to come and pick him up. I was taken home too, them not wanting to make a second trip later for me. It was a chilly ride, with Mom and my brother going at it verbally.

In the weeks to come Nanny managed to bribe him to wearing the more unisex female clothing to school, but once home he was out of them and into dresses as soon as he made it into the house. He was bullied some at school, myself and several teachers bailing him out of a beating more than once in his grade school years. I was teased some by association, since I was the freaks twin brother. There were lots of names used when addressing my brother, none of them favorable. Freak or tranny the most widely used of those names.

For high school, my parents and Nanny finally gave in and sent him to a private girl’s school. No more trouble, he fit in well and was happy in his dresses and makeup. He was an excellent student, earning straight A’s all during his school years. Of course his grades made my life miserable, I was not as focused as he was, so a B or two and mainly C’s was the best that I could accomplish. My parents pointed to my report card every six weeks, wanting to know why I couldn’t do as well as my brother. I had no answer, we even tested with the same IQ, so a lack of intelligence could not be blamed for my shortfalls.

Our older sisters welcomed him to their girls club, more fun shopping, and talking about boys that way. He fit in perfectly often knowing more than his sisters about fashion and makeup. Then Mom heard about a pageant for sissy boys, of course she was interested, finding all about it and when the pageant was to be held. Our sisters never wanted to do pageants with Mom, although she tried often to get them interested. They steadfastly refused to participate, so Mom kept with her career, but now a possible pageant with her sissy son to look forward to.

I would often find her in her office late at night when I was on my way to bed, glued to the computer with pamphlets strewn all over the desk. On occasion she would not pick them up and put them away, the next day I would enter the office, anxious to see what she was so concerned with. That was my introduction to what was in store for my brother. I am sure it would be perfect, a way for her to be the sissy she truly wanted to be. It never bothered her to be called a sissy, she viewed it more like a title or honor. In fact I often teased her about being the girliest sissy I knew. We got along, but it was not the close bonding of an identical twin, more like a girl and boy friendship.

Participating in a pageant, that was quite a different story for my brother. They went to the first one, and Pippy, her female name, won easily. Thus started her path into the sissy pageant circuit. Mom and her were off most weekends, traveling all across the U.S, hitting as many pageants as they could. Some were simple pageants, offering a trophy and a sash for the winner. Others were major affairs, having talent and bathing suit competitions along with the standard beauty pageant tropes. Some of the contests had substantial prize money, Pippy winning enough to pay all their expenses and put a little aside for later. Since this was a lifelong wish of Mother, a life on the pageant circuit, she quit her bank job and became a full time pageant Mother. Of course, Pippy was thrilled, she getting to indulge in her dresses and all things female now whenever she wanted.

There developed something between the two, even when home Mom and her would be doing things together, typically Mother and daughter things. My sisters were jealous of the two, they wanted nothing to do with the pageants, but would have loved to do the shopping, cooking and socials that Pippy got to enjoy with Mom. Dad stayed detached, knowing that any intervention with Mom about his son might raise her full ire.

I was just there, entering my sophomore year at high school. My grades never improved that much, I was bored most of the time. I tried out for sport teams, but was just as uncoordinated at them as I was at getting better grades. Maybe I was just not motivated enough to do well. My older brothers did things with Dad, my sisters had found a network of female friends to do things with leaving me the odd one out. I just didn’t fit in with any of them, too many years difference between my older brothers and me, too little interest in what my sisters did.

Mom and Pippy had been shopping for weeks now getting new clothes for the upcoming pageant season. Like school the pageants took a few weeks break in August before starting again the first week of September. Pippy did have a couple of friends that she met at some of the pageants that lived locally. It was on one of those sleepovers with one of her friends that she was exposed to measles. Of course, it was inevitable that she came down with a bad case of them, the doctor confining her to bed for several weeks. Well that threw a monkey wrench in the pageant thing, according to the doctor Pippy would miss at least three pageants before she would be well enough to travel and participate again.

Nanny took care of the infected child, since no one else had ever had measles including Mom and Dad. The two were sequestered in the apartment above the garage, where they had everything they needed to exist. In fact it was Nanny that had taken Pippy to the doctor to be diagnosed. Mom was beside herself for several days, her entrant in all the pageants out of commission for several weeks. Then one morning she noticed me eating my breakfast cereal alone in the kitchen. If I had been aware of how she was eyeing me up I should have run as fast as my legs could carry me to somewhere safe.

Mom once she decided something is a force of nature, making plans and always getting her way. I was grabbed after putting my dishes away and taken to her room. As soon as were arrived I was undressed, as she surveyed my naked body. Unfortunately my twin and I were exact look a likes even down to birth marks and body structure. Since I never was able to do much sport wise my body never developed much muscle, hence I looked pretty much like Pippy, only having shorter hair.

One of Pippy’s dresses was slipped over my head and I came to the realization of what she was planning. I panicked, tried to get out of her grasp then broke down in tears. Mom held me for the longest time, it felt so good, something I had been denied since early in grade school. The tears did eventually dry up, but I savored the embrace even snuggling a little closer to her body. It was almost an hour later when Mom made her pitch to me.

“I need to have someone fill in for Pippy in the pageants. You would be perfect in that role. Please consider doing this for me. I know I have ignored you as a child, maybe we can connect on some level while you fill in for your sister. I know you have protected her often at school, risking your own well being while doing so. Let’s face it I have been a lousy Mother, letting the Nanny do what I should have been doing most of my life. Can you give it a try for me, if after we get you all dolled up you don’t want to do the pageants I will not force you. I know I am asking the world of you, but it would mean so much to me. Pleaseeeee.”

Of course, I was so unaccustomed to the different ways that a female can get the opposite sex to do her bidding I fell for it and in less than thirty minutes we were off to her salon. Still in the dress, with a pair of frilly panties slid up underneath it. The silky panties almost doing me in as she pulled them up my legs. The only thing saving me from massive eruptions was when she pulled my thingy back hard as she pulled the panties snugly in place to hold it there. In a nano second it shrunk, almost to oblivion at her rough handling of my crown jewels.

I reluctantly got out of the car at the beauty salon, but then was grabbed by my hand and led in to my demise. At least to me it seemed to be my demise, the salon so girly that even walking down the aisle I felt I was on my last few moments on this planet. I was introduced to another lady, she seemed nice and friendly. Mom exited leaving me with the lady not knowing what was going to be done to me. I didn’t miss Mom leaving with the dress I was wearing in her hands. The lady introduced herself to me, her name was Tricia and she would be seeing to my transformation today. She took time to explain what she was going to do, and how it would be done. Nothing she was going to do today was permanent, a few things taking a couple of days to return to a masculine appearance. Piercing my ears would be one of the things lasting longer, but if I didn’t wear earrings in them the holes would eventually heal up.

I told her in a little pathetic voice I was trying this for Mom, not sure if I would actually participate in the pageants yet. It all scares me, being dressed as a sissy and parading around on a stage in front of lots of people. I got a hug from Tricia, then let’s get started, one beautiful sissy coming up.

All kinds of treatments were performed on me over the next few hours. Each look in the mirror showing a little more of the male in me vanishing. I kind of liked the look, not exactly like Pippy but very close. The earrings were fascinating, I especially like the dangle earrings in the bottom holes as they swung against my neck sending little shivers all through my body. That was until she glued some breast forms to my chest. Once she released them and they pulled down some on my chest, all thoughts of the earrings ceased to exist.

Then she moved to my groin, explaining that my male thingy needed to be glued back and hidden under a silicone vagina, to keep my appearance feminine at all times. She made sure I understood he will still be there, just not visible to others. I was kind of in favor of that, fearing that if I got excited I might embarrass myself something awful in a dress. It felt funny looking down there and seeing a slit. I knew what a female’s sex looked like, having classes in human sexuality my first year of high school. Never saw one in person, girls still scared me, all seemed so self-assured and driven, while I was content to do as I was told and ride things out to an eventual end.

My nails were done somewhere in this time period, extensions were added making them long and quite feminine. Once the bright pink polish was added, there was little doubt they belonged to a female or a sissy. I got a permanent, a smelly treatment of the hair that made my hair into little rings of curls, assuring my hairdo would last for weeks. I gave her a funny look, as she smiled at me “It can be undone if necessary, but will keep your hair just perfect for a would be sissy.” Not exactly reassuring but too late to avoid that particular treatment. It did make my hair super curly, changing how I looked quite a bit. All of my male essence seemed gone now, nothing but this sissy want a be now sitting in the salon chair.

Makeup next after my hair was set in curlers, larger this time to help shape the finished hairstyle. I just shrugged my shoulders, at this point it was all downhill from here on out. The roller coaster pulled out from the start, gaining in speed as I attempted to stand up wanting to get off. By the time it entered the first turn it was too late, the lap rail was in place holding me secure to the seat as the roller coaster climbed for the first of many downhill runs. I was in the seat and a sissy was the only thing to emerge, so I took a deep breath and screamed in my head as the sissy coaster did its job.

When I managed to come back to the here and now I was mesmerized at my image in the mirror. My hair was out of the curlers, a cute curly hairdo emphasizing my feminine looks. The makeup erased any doubts of the gender of this sissy, my newly shaped eyebrows screamed female, not model like female but super girly sissy.

I was helped out of the salon chair, still a little unsteady after being in it for hours. I looked at the accompanying table at the clothes picked out for me and nearly fainted. It started with a brief pantie with tons of lace on the fanny portion of the garment. Then a bra to hold my little boobies secure in its embrace. Of course it matched in color to the panties, also trimmed in matching lace. Then a corset held up to me, Tricia telling me that my waist was not very lady like and this would handle the problem. It was secured around me and tightened quite a bit. Tomorrow after sleeping in it, it could be tightened some more giving me the figure I desired. Then some stockings silky and secured to the corset garter tabs. I was glad that my thing was hid away, the feel of the stockings did all kinds of things to my body, I am sure if he was out it would have been embarrassing.

Then the dress, my mouth was open all the way as soon as I caught a glimpse of it. Pink and pale lavender in color with huge flowing skirts with sewn in petticoats underneath the dresses skirt. Trimmed in contrasting lace it was so frilly, even though I had seen Pippy several times in her sissy dresses this one outdid them all. I was left alone for a few minutes, standing in front of the mirror and examining the reflected image. I was almost identical to Pippy, maybe a little cuter in my opinion. Yes I said cuter, somehow this had all been processed by my mind, realizing that replacing her for a while was going to be fun. Fun, but also scary weird since what I will become is far from anything normal for a young male.

Mom came to get me shortly thereafter, took one look at me and squealed. I have never heard Mom squeal like a teenager before, causing me to giggle at her actions. I was hugged, kissed and hugged some more. She paid the bill thanking Tricia for her services. I was taken to the car and driven home. Mom calling Nanny to take a look at me. Again the hugging and kissing, apparently everybody pleased at how feminine I turned out.

I ran to my room to get a closer look at my body and face, passing Dad on the stairs. All I heard was Pippy you should not be in the house, you will give one of us the measles if you stay. I finished running to my room and entered locking the door behind me, let Mom tell Dad I am not Pippy but his youngest son. I did hear some yelling a little while later, apparently Dad not happy loosing another son to the sissy world. I knew it would not change anything Mom ruled the roost and has always done so, her word always the last word.

I stood in front of my mirror staring at my image, a cute sissy in such a feminine dress, white stockings and a matching lavender kitten heel. Makeup and my head in tight little girl curls completed the image. I remembered Pippy in a similar hairdo, only she had ribbons woven in among the curls to match her dress. I rubbed my lips over my lipstick savoring the taste and feel. I held up my hands looking at the longer fingernails now all painted in a matching pink color to my dress and lipstick. Even though I was in high school now I looked much younger maybe ten or twelve years of age. I stood there turning back and forth to see all sides of my appearance. That is where Mom found me after I unlocked the bedroom door.

She had made several calls, the main thing was that I will now be attending the girls school alongside Pippy. In fact Mom decided I would take over Pippy’s identity and name, the old Pippy now becoming Tippy, a name my sister preferred all along. Thus when she recovered we both would be entered in the sissy pageants, as twins Pippy and Tippy. She had already made entry in several more pageants to coincide with the expected time of Tippy’s full recovery.

I realized that my trial period had vanished, now I was to be a sissy for the foreseeable future. Nanny would start training me in the feminine ways and movements as she had done for Tippy. That would be done in the house so she could keep an eye on Tippy in between my training. I would be checked out of my present school and after a couple of weeks of training start at the girl’s school along with Tippy.

After receiving some basic training as a wanna be sissy and several more visits to the salon I was anxiously awaiting attending my first sissy pageant. Mom and I drove the three hundred miles to the pageant, while I reminisced about the last few weeks. I did win the first pageant, my enthusiasm for doing this suddenly through the roof. Now I was looking ahead. To the next pageant and beyond.

Originally I was dead set against it, to dress like an immature female and prance around seemed like a death sentence. Day by day the disguise seemed to affect me. lowering my resistance to the things I was doing. The clothes felt wonderful, not like my old male clothing. I think the deciding factor was my image. When I looked in the mirror I saw a young attractive sissy, dressed in her feminine finery and smiling. The smiling never done much when I was a male. My previous experience as a male was not bad, but lacked anything exciting or unusual. I had a few friends, we did things together but looking back they were just something to do, not really things I enjoyed or would want to do again later in life. The friends part was just a word, for they meant nothing to me and I am sure I meant very little to them.

Already I could tell a difference in my thinking, what would have been a definite no-no in the past, now openly embraced. When this all ends will the male me re-appear or will he be lost and trapped in frilly dresses and girly actions. The dresses, the makeup and acting girly I was actually looking forward to it. So much for my years as a male, all of that trashed in an instant as soon as I got a look at my image in the mirror. But will it be for the short term, or will it be for the rest of my life? I sincerely hope the latter.

Tippy joined me a few weeks later on the pageant circuit, where we won almost every pageant we were entered in. At home we excelled in our studies at the girl’s school, where I finally found a niche that suited me. We both had a lot of female friends, the girls loved our clothes, even though a little juvenile looking for most of them. They were jealous of all the clothes we got to wear, our makeup and the jewelry we wore all the time.

When we reached the ripe old age of eighteen, we could no longer participate in the pageants, Mom finding us jobs as models for a manufacturer of young girl’s clothing, most of what would be classified as sissy wear. The job paid well, and we were featured in most of the young female magazines, now recognized wherever we appeared in public. We did end up back at a lot of the pageants, as spoke persons for the clothing company, doing impromptu modeling shows featuring all of the new designs available for the young sissies.

In a way I was thankful Tippy caught the measles, allowing me to take her place. Otherwise I would have missed a special part of my life, becoming a sissy and taking part in all of the pageants. Regrets, no way. Give me a sissy dress, some makeup and a curly hair style and I am in heaven. Entered in that first pageant, the path to my future became evident. A future I still look forward to every day.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Jody; A Sister’s Love

Jody; A Sister’s Love

I was being sent to Aunt Angela’s for a while. I didn’t want to leave Mom, but she almost forced the issue. I could tell she was still torn apart after losing her daughter, my sister Janey. I don’t think I was much better off than her, closing my eyes I still could see her, her enthusiasm, her caring, her love for everything in life. The accident had taken her from us, the drunk driver that ran into her car walked away from the accident. Life is so god damn unfair. Janey and her best friend were killed in the accident, coming back from shopping at the mall.

Angela had helped so much all ready. She got Mom to see a psychiatrist, after her third visit to the shrink I could see a little improvement. Aunt Angela now turned her attention to me. When she came to pick me up, she explained that dealing with a loss of a loved one takes time, when your mother sees you, all the memories of her loss come rushing back. Both of you need a little time apart, to focus on what is important. Angela is not new to this, she lost her husband and daughter ten years ago, to another drunk driver. So this was nothing new. What made her so smart, well it probably was the doctorate degree she got in psychology. That was her way to cope, to go back to school and learn about people’s actions and thoughts.

I was taken to her home and offered my choice of bedrooms. I guess I surprised her when I asked if I could stay in her daughter’s old room. I got an immediate smile from her and she helped me unpack. She had neatened it up, but essentially it was still a young female’s room. She spent some time with me, helping me to cope with the loss, we went to movies, out to eat and even went to the beach one day. I sensed she was watching me, my every move and action, seeking to see how I was handling this loss. Truthfully, in my opinion, I was not handling it very well.

I could still close my eyes and see Janey staring at me. She loved to do it, knowing that it bothered me immensely. What she didn’t know was how attached I got to that action. When she did it she was feeling frisky, ready to take on the world, her quirky brother first. I never could stay solemn around her, she would pester me, tease me, annoy me and then out of the blue pull me into this huge hug, squeezing the daylights out of me. If I resisted I was kissed unmercifully until the smile she knew was there came out. Then just like that she was gone her job done for the day. It was so frustrating, yet in a way I looked forward to her efforts. That part of her is the part I miss the most.

Angie did get me to talk to her, it took a few days but she kept at it and soon all of this came out. I expected some type of therapy to help make me forget, instead she wanted me to savor the feelings, to remember all the good times and maybe write them down, a way to always remember what sis was like. On one of her trips out, she came back her SUV loaded with bags of clothes and stuff. It was Janey’s clothes and things from her room. We had a long chat that night, about why Mom wanted those things out of the house. Angie knew it was wrong, but to appease her sister she packed everything up. It was explained to me that Mom was trying to erase all the memories instead of treasuring the good times. To remember her daughter for who she really was.

I kept quiet, but Angie knew I was hiding some thought or desire. A lot of Janey’s clothes were put in the closet next to her daughters, my few male things squashed against the corner of the closet. Even some of her underwear was placed in the dresser in the room, my few male items laid on a chair in the corner of the room. I never questioned her actions, although almost anybody else could see what she was helping set up. It was several weeks later, I looked to the chair and saw there were no shorts left that were clean. I knew I couldn’t get by without any, so I opened the drawer and removed a pair of Janey’s panties. I quickly pulled them up and grabbed my jeans before my mind fully realized what I had just done. If I couldn’t see them on my body there wouldn’t be any guilt, at least that is what I was trying to convince myself of.

Angie was downstairs when I came down, took one look at me and hauled me to the laundry room. I was shown how to do laundry, but instead of my shorts she made me do her lingerie first. Gawd she was evil. I had to place every item in the washer, after straightening it out, hooking the bra clasps together so that the hooks wouldn’t catch on other clothes. Then add the detergent and fabric softener. When the wash cycle ended I was called so I could put them in the dryer, even though she was standing right there when the washer buzzer went off. On top of that they were her underwear to start with. Then when the dryer beeped I had to fold each item and put it away in her drawers. As I was heading back to the living room, she informed me that I would do my frilly underwear the same way when there was enough for a load. I tried to deny her accusation, but she just raised an eyebrow and giggled.

There was never anymore said, I never did see any of my male underwear again, underpants and t-shirts suddenly missing. Of course, I never asked about them either, by then I was utterly entranced by the feel of frilly lacy underwear. I did respond differently to Angie now. When as a male, I did hug her some, but it was few and far between. Now it was common occurrence every time I greeted her in the morning. She would always hug me tighter, not letting me slip away quickly. I can’t tell you how wonderful those hugs were. I would even lean in to her more in the morning anticipating her tender heartfelt hug.

It was about a month later when we had another long talk. She had taken me to dinner, a movie afterward and when we got home she dragged me to the library in her home. It was actually her office, lots of books and reams of studies and college dissertations. I swallowed hard since her expression seemed quite serious.

“The time has come for you and your Mother to get back together for a few days. Your Mom has blocked every thought of your sister from her memory. She is coping with life, but has this big hole there now, empty and depressing. She needs you back in her life some, but also needs to be reminded of her daughter. You just can’t eliminate someone from your life, erase all the memories and expect things to be normal again.”

“Now you have a brain, I have showed you some things, what would you do if it was up to you?” I stared at her just like my sister would have done to me if she was still alive. I got a giggle from Angie, but she patiently waited for my response. I took way too long, but the idea I had suppressed for so long kept kicking at the door. I swallowed hard, I would dress as Janey and visit Mom showing her all of my love for her and sis. Those few words were spoken so softly, I was afraid if I spoke out, I would die a slow death. Angie smiled asking me to repeat what I had just said. I knew she heard me, but often I was told to repeat myself, I think more for me to understand what I had said than for her clarification.

“I would dress as Janey and visit Mom showing her all of my love for her and sis.” The hug that enveloped me was so good, I immediately broke into tears, well actually sobbing, Angie held me close, my head on her bosom soaking her blouse. I have no idea how long I was held, the fact that I was all cried out now spoke volumes of the time spent in her arms. I realized I had come to terms with my sister’s death, yes she was gone, but never from my memory. In everything I do she will be with me influencing my actions, making me proud of being her brother.

I felt Angie lay me on the bed, not sure how I got to the bedroom. I was kissed on the forehead and before she closed the door I was out to the world. I dreamed of Janey, but this time it was me acting like my sister, doing things as she would, talking like she would and most importantly loving as she would. When I awoke I was enthused, slipping off the nightie I don’t remember putting on yesterday. I showered, slipped on one of Janey’s pair of jeans, her favorite pull over top and slipped my feet into her favorite tennis shoes. I didn’t plan on doing this it just happened. I ran down the stairs sounding like a herd of buffalo, entered the kitchen and launched myself at Angie. She looked up hearing the thunder on the staircase and was waiting for me her arms spread wide.

“Oh Angie, thank you so much, the nightie was wonderful, can I help you fix breakfast? Is that a new dress, I just love it on you, the color is just you through and through. When can I visit Mom, she doesn’t stand a chance, I will have her laughing and crying within minutes of my arrival. That is good tears, not some old depressing sobs. Where can I start, do you want eggs or just toast. Come on we haven’t got all day, I have things I need to do, my hair is a mess, and look at my nails I can’t go out like this.” Angie was giggling by now, well it is more like laughing, okay rolling on the floor is a better description. “Gee why won’t anyone hurry up, there are too many things that need to be done.”

I was given a glass of juice, I am sure to just keep my quiet, if I was drinking I couldn’t talk. Angie did feel my forehead to make sure I wasn’t burning up with some weird fever. After she quit giggling I was held tightly, again in self-preservation mode. I did calm down some, but even though I wasn’t vocalizing much my mind was still going a hundred miles an hour. Angie had been listening to me, I had an appointment at her salon for later to get my hair and nails taken care of. When I returned to my room I went through the closet, picking one or two outfits to take with me to Mom’s. Well it turned out to be a small suitcase full. I didn’t waste my time, my few remaining pieces of male clothing were packed away and I carried them to the garage. I did mark Goodwill on the boxes, those clothes I will never need again.

Angie watched all of this, never making comments but keeping an eye on what I was doing. I was bouncing off the walls as we made it to her salon, I was babbling about anything and everything, picking out the hair style I wanted and my new nail color. My hair got washed, conditioned and cut into a real cute feminine hairstyle. I had grown it to shoulder length, so there was enough length to frame my face. I got the hair in curlers treatment, then under a dryer for almost an hour. While my hair was baking my nails were lengthened, then coated in way too many coats of an absolutely adorable shade of pink. To say I loved my new nails would be quite an understatement, constantly looking at them, the glossy pink color almost mesmerizing.

Two hours later I was now the female equivalent of Jody. I made Angie bring my suitcase when she came to pick me up, determined to see what I could do to get Mom back in life again. I was enthusiastically hugged by Angie, her obvious approval of my new look.

We showed up on Mom’s doorstep, me bouncing out of the car and through the door. I had a mission and was going to get results. I found Mom in the kitchen, getting up from the table as she heard the front door slam shut. I approached, the shock on her face was very evident. I walked up to her and took her in my arms, pulling her to me. She tried to pull away, but I was determined. I could hear some sobbing and when I backed away a bit I could see the tears. I placed my hands on both sides of her face making her look me in the eyes.

“Mom, Janey is gone, but I am Jody your other daughter. I need you in my life to teach me about being a female, but you also need me, so that I can show you all the love I have for you, the love Janey and I have for our Mom. So no more tears, you are in the loving hands of your daughters. Janey and Jody will look after you and love you and care for you. But you need to love and care for us too, not try and erase our memories. Now since that is settled what are we having for supper?”

I got a giggle from her, Angie in the background just smiled, Jody and Janey had managed what modern psychotherapy had not been unable to.

Mom was lost, trying to piece all of this together, other daughter, Jody is my son isn’t he? She looked my way, I just grabbed her and kissed her on the cheek. Come on Mom let’s go I am starving. More giggling from her, Angie offering to take us to dinner. I shrieked I need my suitcase, I can’t go out looking like this. I grabbed the keys from Angie and ran out of the house to great laughter. I ran back in and headed to Janey’s old room. I heard Mom and Angie talking, I presume about me. I pulled out a dress and within five minutes I was bouncing back down the stairs. I grabbed each of their arms and pulled, come on your daughter is starving here. Angie was chuckling but Mom still was sporting the deer in the headlights look.

We were at the restaurant before Mom began to get it together. I knew I had won, but still needed to reinforce her behavior. I grabbed her hand and pulled her harder into the lobby, telling the hostess we were hungry and need a table for three. We were seated to quite a bit of smiles from the other patrons, Mom did sit right next to me, a sign of some acceptance. I asked her what she had been doing while I was gone, to her remarks I just sighed and stated the obvious ‘boring’, but I will help you get rid of the boredom. “We can go shopping, the new earrings they have out are to die for, I need new underwear, and the full cut panties are for old women.” I got a harrumph on that, but I just carried on. “I need new posters for my bedroom, also since I am old enough for makeup now, we can go to the Mac counter and I can get a makeover. Won’t that be fun, maybe I can get my ears pierced too, all the pretty earrings are only for pierced ears, Pleaseeeee.”

Ordering food and drinks cut down on the conversation some, but as we finished our meals Mom leaned over and hugged me, I leaned in to her making sure we were touching and whispered in her ear that I love her so much. Angie paid the tab as two females, a mother and her daughter with tears dripping from their eyes left the restaurant.

When we got back to the house we all sat down and talked and talked. Angie explaining about what she had shown me and that Jody had implemented all of this on her own, yes on her own. She maybe was born with male parts, but is undoubtedly a female otherwise. All the time I was sitting next to my Mom my head on her bosom. After midnight I wandered off to bed, I could still hear Mom and Angie talking downstairs as I slipped into oblivion. Well into a nightie, then into oblivion. It was such a delicious nightie, baby doll in style and a pale pink color with lots of lace. It felt heavenly on my body, even better when I snuggled into bed clutching it to my body tightly.

The next morning I just laid there, hoping Mom will be alright now, nothing will bring Janey back, but her love for all of us can help us go on in life. Maybe through me she can make Mom’s life somewhat normal again, ease some of the pain and bring Mom and I closer together. I have to remember to thank Angie for all she has taught me, that and Janey’s love for all of us just might brighten this part of the world some.

Angie came to get me out of bed, sitting next to me on the bed and taking my hands in hers. “Jody, you did well. There is still some reluctance to join in, but several times this morning she has commented on you actions last night. Give her time and lots of love, I am sure she will now participate in life as she should. I presume you intend to live as the female Jody now, you are acting just like a girl, a fact that I have not taught you. I wonder where you picked up all of the mannerisms from. Personally I think Janey and you were sisters all along, you just withheld more than she did.”

I looked up at Angie, smiled and said “Janey is right here in my heart, where she will stay for the rest of my life. We will both take care of Mom, love her and care for her. Now that is settled, I will visit often, I think you could use a little loving too. You have no choice, you just as well accept it and learn to live with it.

Now have you found any guys that turn you on? That next door neighbor of yours is kind of cute, he looks like he is loaded and has big hands, you know what that means don’t you? Angela started laughing after the blood stopped invading her upper torso. I have never seen her that red and blushed, ever. She retaliated by hugging me to death, trying to get even for my remark that caused her to be embarrassed.

Mom still tried to withdraw some from life, but I was there in her face, hugging, kissing, talking, and dragging her everywhere. Most of Janey’s things fit me, so I really didn’t need many clothes. But dragging Mom to shop with me was part of the therapy. Into as many stores as possible, holding up items to me to get her comment or opinion. About three weeks later we were eating a hamburger at a place a couple of blocks from the mall when she thanked me.

“I know I was a mess, but you have reminded me of how much I am loved from both of my daughters, and how much I was wallowing in my misery. Thank you for saving me from myself, I will treasure our time together for the rest of my life. Now what are your plans for college, I will not have a daughter that is not educated and working toward her career.”

I was tempted to tell her that I just wanted to find a rich guy and marry, becoming a housewife and watch daytime TV. I was pretty sure that would not fly, so in the interest of keeping my butt swat free, decided to skip that part. I told her that graduating from high school was first, maybe I can get a scholarship for college, but time will tell. I do like what Angie is doing, maybe being a psychologist is in my future. I can start with that intention and if all fails I can become a stripper, they make a lot of money and don’t need many clothes. I got such a look, if certain kinds of looks could kill, I would be a smoldering mess right now.

Most of the drama had occurred during summer break, Sis getting killed right after school let out. I had three weeks before school resumed, deciding to consult Angie about her help in getting me enrolled as a female in school. To my surprise she had already performed the task, Jody now a female and a sophomore in school. She had obtained some other doctor’s evaluations of me, along with hers they were submitted to the school board. I was classified as a transsexual, after making sure I would be protected from bullies, my records were changed, now I am an official female student of Richardson High School. A day before school started Angie and I met with the principal, discussed about what bathroom I would use and arranged for a place for me to change in private for P.E. class.

I managed to persuade Angie and Mom about my need for some new clothes, a female sophomore can’t just wear what she wore last year, it just isn’t done. They moaned and groaned, but I got my way, a cute daughter who is very vocal can get just about anything she wants. The first day of school I was up early, the clothes I had picked out yesterday to wear seemed all wrong, then I went through my closet, stacking the rejects on my bed. Finally I ran out of time, having to settle on a dress that barely covered my panties, the only way I got out of the house with it on was the fact that I was already heading for the bus before she saw me in it. I called Angie, asking her to talk to Mom today, maybe she could keep Mom from buying me a chastity belt today, or some such device to discourage the males away from her wayward daughter. I got a laugh from Angie, but she told me it would cost me big, so don’t be surprised when the bill is delivered.

School was really anticlimactic after what transpired over the summer. I made a lot of new friends, everybody treating me just like I was a real female. I managed some better grades, the new Jody more focused on learning something, instead of just attending class. I went to all of the dances, being a part of the group was important to me, the male Jody more of a loner, never wanting to indulge in anything social. I was elected to the student council, president of the chess club and a sophomore attendant to the homecoming queen.

I managed to get Mom to join the PTA, one of their functions was to chaperon the frequent school dances. At the monthly PTA meetings she found a guy that showed interest in her. They dated a couple of times, but Mom was reluctant to do anything more. I stepped up to the plate catching them leaving the house for one of their infrequent dates.

“Look you two this has gone on long enough, let’s quit the chit chat and get down to business. First I want you two to kiss each other right now.” They leaned into each other and gave each other a peck on the cheek. “Gawd, do I have to show you two everything. Let’s have some passion here, you act like you are compatible, but at this rate I will be an old maid before I get a baby brother or sister.” I gave them each a push towards each other, then smiled as the kiss turned sensual and mushy. I left the two love birds, went to my room and emailed Angie, telling her there might be a wedding in the near future.

Angie emailed me right back, wanting to know who my boyfriend was, and if she had met him yet. I replied it was Mom with the boyfriend, from the way they are acting a definite possibility of another child added to the family, with me finally getting a dad after all of these years. I liked Mom’s boyfriend, he was level headed, smart, and made a lot of money in the stock market. We often talked, about what I wanted in life, and about how I came to be a daughter instead of a son. I was truthful, and he thanked me for helping to get Mom back in the game. He had tried to approach her before the PTA, but was soundly rejected on numerous occasions.

Although I had school now to keep me occupied, I never lost contact with the Janey inside of me. Over a period of time I found myself adopting a lot of her habits, not consciously, but before I knew it I was doing almost everything just like Janey would. Even a few of my girlfriends at school made the mistake of calling me Janey. They apologized immediately, but to me it was an honor to be seen as Janey by them.

I kept at Mom and her new beau, often embarrassing them when I could catch them sneaking kisses and hugs. Pretty soon get a room for that was a normal phrase spoken in the house. I loved to see the two blush red, then try to sneak away to continue their fun. After six months of dating I gave them an anniversary present. Mom missed the whole thing about it being her six month anniversary, but Nate her beau did not, getting her a gorgeous pair of earrings. I surprised them by paying for their anniversary dinner at a nice restaurant and gave him money for a dance club after. When handing him the money, I point blank asked if he was ever going to ask the question. He blushed a bright red. I pointed to my face. Look wrinkles, if you wait much longer I will need a face lift before I can be a part of your wedding. He didn’t ask her that night but a week later he did, and stupid Mom told him she would think about it. When I found out, I cornered Mom in her bedroom, the sleep still in her eyes.

“Are you nuts, get a backbone and call him right now, make a date for tonight and do what you know is right. Are we clear on this or do I need to go with you and make sure you wrap this up. He is gorgeous, he loves you, what the hell more do you need. Oh, he will make a great father, plus he can afford to keep me in clothes as I go through my Princess years. So come on, before you lose him and piss me off.” She was giggling at my daughter / mother talk, but was reaching for the phone as she did so.

I made sure she was dressed to the nines, then cornered him as he came to the door, promising him anything he wanted if he would ask her again tonight. He smiled, it’s a deal, now do you want to know what I want from you? I swallowed hard, then nodded yes. I got a huge hug, then he whispered in my ear, you have to continue to love your Mom and every once in a while give me a kiss and a hug. I launched myself at him, hanging from his neck as he started laughing at me. I got even kissing him all over his face, then when Mom showed up telling her that he was cavorting with several girls as he came up the sidewalk. Mom looked at me, cavorting huh, maybe you need to look up the meaning of the word before you spread it around. With that they were out the door, I sure hope they finally get it together, I could certainly use a Dad every once in a while. They did agree on a date that night, finally Mom will have someone besides me and Janey in her life and I will have a Dad for a change.

I did well in school, my senior year I was elected homecoming queen and later just before graduation I was told I would be valedictorian. I managed a scholarship for college, deciding to pursue being a psychologist like Angie. When Mom got married after way too long of an engagement I got to be a bridesmaid, I was so happy for them. My new father was everything I thought he was, I was loved unconditionally, made to mind and he guided me as I made my way through college. His advice was like Angie’s telling me the options then making me decide how to implement the actions I chose.

I still do the Janey thing quite often, now not so much as Janey would perform the feat, but as I would do it. Janey had changed me, now I am like her, both somewhat in looks and exactly like her in actions.

There is a boy in my life now, we met in my senior year of high school, dated some and then at graduation he asked me to go steady with him. He knew about me from the start, but was in love with the female Jody. I tried to dissuade him several times, suggesting that he could have a relationship with a normal female, one that could give him children and much more. His answer always the same. “No, the Jody I fell in love with is all the female I need. Now shut up and kiss me.” I did and the conversation was over. I eventually stopped trying to dissuade him, a fact he was very happy about. He even decided to go to the same college as me, not wanting to be away from me if he could prevent it.

I imagine we will marry, four years of dating and enjoying each other leaves me kind of hooked on him. He has met my parents and has been approved. Even Angie likes him. We cuddle a lot, kiss like two sex starved teenagers, but have not done the deed. I am sure he would like to, but respects me and my wishes. My official word on the subject is I would like to wait until I marry, unofficially let me at him. I am sure it won’t be much longer, the will to resist is getting weaker every day.

To think it all started with a sister’s love.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Danielle; Coming Out To Sis

Danielle; Coming Out To Sis

I had finally worked up the courage to submit to one of my fondest fantasies. Now two years out of college, employed as a real estate agent for a local company, I had a little stability in my life. The fantasies I had earlier in life were calling, wanting to be experienced before much longer. The college degree didn’t help much, yeah it looked good on my resume, but that was about it.

The real estate agent job was a bit of luck, a former professor of mine started it two years ago, found the right people to make it viable, and soon quit her job at the university. I was invited to join the group, helping what I could while taking a class to get my real estate license. Six months later I became an agent and started selling properties. I had reasonable success, selling my first property a month later.

Her business has grown exponentially, now the leading real estate broker in town. Since the other agents preferred to not work the weekends, I volunteered to do so leaving me several days during the week to indulge my fantasies. Up to now it was mainly dressing up in my ever expanding wardrobe of feminine clothes and spending some time in my back yard paradise.

I had a sister in town, her job at a beauty salon requiring most of her time. She had quite a following, built up over the years, able to command quite a fee for her services. She often worked weekends, having many special requests for hair and makeup for weddings and special occasions. I envied her in more ways than usual, if only I could take advantage of her services. So close to the help I needed yet so far away. She would never understand my need for the feminine things in life, so our limited interaction as brother/sister probably the best I would get in life.

We talked by phone once a week or so, just about what was happening in our lives but nothing more. Maybe once a month one of us would invite the other to a luncheon out on the town, but even that was tending to fall by the wayside. Over the last six months, we had only three luncheons, one or the other of us having something else to do and couldn’t make our schedules cooperate.

I had decided I need help with my hair, it was now to my shoulder blades, always worn in a low ponytail for any dealings with customers of the real estate company I worked for. Most of the time I was accepted as someone to help them, a rare occasion when one of the customers would ask for someone else to represent them. I kept the ponytail tucked in my shirt, so it was never very visible, thus not an issue with most customers.

There had been a new salon opened in town several months ago. The Turnabout Gurl Salon advertised that they performed most any beauty treatment on most anybody. The ads showed various people with cute feminine hairstyles, gorgeous makeup and absolutely perfect bodies. The logo at the top of the ad showed a male walking into a salon, and a female walking out. I guess that could be interpreted several different ways, but I assumed that they were just referring to their skills at what they did.

I wanted to experience a female hairstyle once in my life, figuring that at the worst I could have it cut short again if it was too feminine and or would interfere in my work. Kimberly, the lady I worked for is easy going, since she pays by commission only, if an agent does something to affect their sales, the agency doesn’t suffer, just the agent. I had made two fairly large sales recently, my bank account comfortable, at least, for now. So if it turned out to be a disaster, I could lay low for a while.

I chose the salon because their advertisements touted a computer that would scan you, suggesting styles that would complement your features best. They also offered a hair analysis, what products you should use to keep your hair in tip top shape. When I called to make an appointment I talked with one of their advisors as she answered all my questions and then some. The appointment was for later today, my nerves on edge, something like this way out of my comfort zone.

I did manage the courage to actually go to the salon, enter and wait to meet my advisor. I was taken back to a room in the back, where she told me what they could do for me. Her name was Stephanie, a regional advisor for Turnabout Gurl.

“I suggest the full body scan, then the computer can advise on other things besides your hair. There is no charge for the service and you do receive a full color picture of your body as it would be as a female. It takes about twenty minutes to do the scan, then the computer will show your available options. After you have decided on your options, the computer will print your picture as a female. Can I do that for you today?”

I nodded my head, since the thought of getting a picture of me as a female was a very enticing treat. Stephanie suggested that I undress and stand in front of the screen to my right. I blushed several shades of red but did do as I was instructed. She told me to relax and the computer would soon have my image in its memory.

She stepped out, the computer came to life and a beam of light moved over my body starting at my toes and ending up at the top of my head. After the computer shut down, Stephanie showed back up handing me a gown to slip over my head. Another blush, but it did make me feel a little better to have some kind of a cover-up on my body. The gown was silky, now I had goosebumps to deal with along with a male organ that was really enjoying the silky gown.

She went through all the options, having me select the ones I liked the most. There were about forty options available for me, after a while I kind of lost track of what I was choosing. Then the computer whirred to life and a picture of me as a female appeared on the screen. I instantly had tears appear at the corners of my eyes, a lifelong desire looking back at me from the screen. If only it was the real me. What services do you want today? You were originally scheduled for a deluxe hair styling, is that all you want or would you like to add more to the list?”

I stuttered a while, not really knowing what to say. I was tempted to ask for it all, but that might be more than I could handle mentally. I finally settled just for the hairstyle, then if I liked it and didn’t die in the next day or two I could come back and take advantage of some of their other services. I pictured all of this in my mind, the die part was not that far fetched. With the hairstyle that the computer had shown me I would definitely not be the same person when I left the salon. A radical change indeed.

“A shampoo tech will be in shortly to wash and condition your hair adding the necessary treatments to keep it looking shiny and healthy. Then a stylist will come in and give you the style you picked out. Plan on being here about three hours, the stylist will take your picture, a remembrance of today for you before you leave.”

I enjoyed the shampoo and treatments used on me in the next hour. At least five different conditioners were applied, some were left on for fifteen to twenty minutes to deep soak into the hair. The massage she gave as she worked the treatments into my hair was heavenly. I was almost asleep when the stylist entered the room.

“Danny my name is Gwen and I will be your stylist today.” As she saw who I was, a larger than life smile appeared on her face. I was looking at my sister. Of all the people to do my hair and I ended up with my sister. I started to get up to leave, but she pushed me back down. I knew I would never hear the end of it, so the sooner I got away the easier my life might be.

She leaned forward, looking directly into my eyes. “Sit still, I have a job to do and I will make sure you look as good as your picture. She put a cape around me and started to comb and section my hair. We talked about everything but me, what I was doing in the salon and why I was getting a feminine hair style never was a part of our conversation. The weather was discussed, the latest styles to hit the fashion runways and the price of groceries. She did touch on why she was working here now, their technology and treatments, plus their advertising second to none in the industry.

Once she expressed interest in joining the salon, she was actively recruited. “If I had known that my sis comes to this salon I would have come here sooner.” That statement delivered with no malice and a large smile on her face. Now I was worried this is not the sister that I was raised up with, nope no way. Maybe a clone but my sister has never been nice to me other than for a few seconds in her life. We are talking a major earth shattering event here, stop the presses, and call up the TV stations for a late breaking story.

She cut my hair in the desired manner, then started wrapping the hair on curlers. The style would be layered, keeping all of the available length, but it would frame my face softening my masculine looks. Forty minutes under the dryer, sis checking my hair often to see if it was dry enough. Back to her styling chair, the curlers were removed, as she coated my hair with hairspray. It took her over an hour to get the curls positioned the way she wanted them. Several more applications of hairspray were added, making sure the hairstyle would stay as she wanted. She left for a minute, then returned with a digital camera. Several pictures were taken of me, appearing on one of the screens at the front of the salon.

I had tears leaking from my eyes, a lifelong desire finally realized. Sis leaned in and hugged me, asking me to stay in the front of the salon and wait for her. She had one more customer then she was off. “You are coming to my apartment tonight, we have so much to catch up on.”

I tried to decline, but she would not hear any excuses. She reached into my back pocket, removed my wallet and keys placing them in her jacket pocket. “There, now you have no choice.” I was led to the front of the salon and seated in one of the chairs in the front window. I was facing the salon, but my head was visible to anybody walking by. She giggled as she told me to stay, like you would to a child or dog. I have seldom seen her this happy, so I took a chance and stayed in my seat like a child waiting for my parent.

The next hour passed quickly, as I watched many males transform into gorgeous females. I was brought to my senses as Sis leaned in and applied a coat of lipstick to my lips then led me from the salon. She stopped at a drive thru to pick up something to eat, a Chinese place that we both frequented often. Then on to her apartment, as she was pulling into her parking spot I realized that I had left my car at the salon. Oh well, I can pick it up tomorrow. I carried in the food as she got the mail and her door.

I got some plates and silverware to the kitchen bar, then set out the little cartons of food. Sis returned after changing her clothes, walking right up to me and hugging me tightly. She held the embrace for quite some time, I did not protest, if felt so good. We chatted as we ate the goodies, her wanting to know all about this side of me. I was kind of tight lipped to start with, but soon my tongue loosened up and before I knew it I had told her everything.

No comments from her, which surprised me greatly. “So are you coming in with me tomorrow so we can finish the transformation or are you going back into hiding?” I looked at her, waiting for the normal reaction that I came to expect from her, it never materialized.

I tried to beg off, I did have my job, and doing it with an extremely feminine hairstyle was probably not the smartest idea. She told me then to just do the job as a female. I started to argue the point, but maybe I could. The image I see in the mirror is definitely female, my voice is somewhere in between the two sexes, so theoretically it could be done. But it is a big maybe and I am not a risk taker. A female hairstyle and cut maybe could be dealt with, combing it into a somewhat masculine style, but to appear in female clothes as a woman to work might be beyond my assessment of a reasonable risk.

When I didn’t respond she picked up her cell phone and made a call. Once they answered she went into the kitchen out of my range of hearing. I could hear some talking but not what was being said. Then some silence and another call, although the conversation was much briefer.

When she re-appeared she had a smile on her face. Tomorrow at eight AM Danielle has an appointment, by noon there will be no male image left. At one-thirty you have a luncheon date with your boss as Danielle. Daniel is dead as of this moment, while you are at your luncheon appointment I will be at your apartment getting rid of your male clothes. Don’t thank me, just live your life as your true self and forget the rest. Then we can spend the rest of the day shopping for your new wardrobe.

We talked well into the night, finally when I was caught yawning for the tenth time I was dragged to her spare bedroom, undressed and given a nightie to wear. I used her bathroom, brushed my teeth and admired my feminine hairdo. With a big sigh I plodded back to the bed, crawled under the covers and was instantly asleep. I felt someone join me during the night, her warm body cuddled up close to me. It felt so good, a pleasant feeling that sis and I have never shared in our lives.

I got dumped out of bed when the alarm went off, her telling me to get a move on, or she would leave me here. I took a shower, using a shower cap to keep my new hairdo perfect. Sis poked her head in, giving me an appraisal of my body, then handed me a stack of clothes to wear. I almost squealed when I saw the lacy panties and bra, they looked so delicious. With them on the next item was a cute skirt, followed by a sleeveless blouse. Both were aqua in color, a shade that no male would ever wear. Again the lipstick and I was dragged out her door.

No breakfast this morning, she was so anxious to get me to the salon. As soon as I got there she led me to the back and into the same room as yesterday afternoon. Another lady was waiting for me, plastic gloves on her hands and a large jar of cream on the edge of the table. Sis made sure I was naked, my attempts to slow her down were met with determination and resolve. Then when I kept my arms together to keep any more clothes from being removed, my hands were swatted to keep them out of her way.

I was flipped over and she paddled my fanny. She hits hard and soon I was screaming for her to stop. She got in front of me, looked me in the face and I received her message loud and clear. I laid there as my few remaining clothes were removed, then the cream was smoothed all over my front side. It was left on for twenty minutes, then she used a towel to remove the hair from my body. Sis had left me alone for a few minutes, but she did check up on me regularly, poking her head in the room to make sure I was behaving. My butt was still sore from the spanking, so I dutifully behaved myself. I was flipped over, the backside handled the same way.

It felt so different, my skin seemed more sensitive, any air movement felt and reacted to. When the tech rubbed in some cream to moisturize my skin I about lost it. It was all I could do to not explode, my male organ hard as a rock and very obvious. Of course, sis took that moment to appear, a huge smirk appeared on her face as she grabbed a towel and took care of the eruption. I was red in the face as junior quickly deflated, the embarrassment of my sister jerking me off probably affecting me for life.

Nobody else seemed to care, another tech coming in to start working on my nails. I had always dreamed of having long polished nails, now that was happening. I felt my feet being worked on, I guess I will have polish down there too. My nails were filed into ovals, extensions were added and then treated under a UV light. The polish was next, a base coat, two coats of polish and then a clear topcoat that sealed all of that in. Each layer treated with a UV light. Regular polish remover would not work, a special acetone was needed, and the polish had to be soaked off.

They were indeed gorgeous, but also very obvious. I thought of my luncheon date with my boss, fearing that I would soon be unemployed. I can’t see her agreeing to allow me to dress as a female just because I wanted to. I did alright in my job, but was far from a whiz at what I did. I guess that is all a mute subject now, since my hair is already super feminine, I have long elegant nails and not a hair on my body except what is on top of my head.

The time was flying, so once some breast forms were glued to my chest, some basic makeup was applied and I was dressed in lingerie, a sundress and heels I was whisked away to my luncheon date. I was nervous, extremely so as I was dragged into the restaurant. Sis did not think I would follow through, so she delivered me in person. Then she had the nerve to leave me there alone to face my fears and my boss.

I got a hug from Natalie, a surprise big time. I managed to find my chair and sat down. We ordered my voice cracking often as I tried to keep my voice sounding feminine. Finally my voice sounded feminine, and I was able to answer her questions. She was polite, but I sensed she was not going to allow me to work in my old job dressed as a female. Our food appeared and we stopped to enjoy our meal. I was so nervous, I only ate part of my meal, fearing if I ate any more it would not stay down.

Our empty plates were removed, and she cleared her throat. “I am afraid we cannot use you in your old position, it just would not work out. There might be another position available, but several concessions would have to be made before I could offer that to you. Are you interested?”

I nodded my head in the affirmative, tears quickly appearing at the corners of my eyes. I am going to be unemployed and probably homeless soon thereafter. Why couldn’t I be normal like everyone else?

You need to present as a female to get this job that means all the time I want to see your cute butt in a dress or short skirt. Makeup a necessity and of course your hair styled appropriate for a female. The position is our loan closer, wrapping up the details for any purchase and handling all of the documents to close the deal. A weekly salary since I am sure you will need a steady income to afford clothes, jewelry and your salon appointments to maintain your looks. If that is alright you start as soon as I get you back to the office. I nodded my head, anything more complicated than that way beyond my ability at the moment. We visited the ladies room, fixed our makeup and I was escorted to her car.

I felt like someone who had been sucked into a tornado, no choice but to go where the storm carried me. Back at the office I was shown to my desk and the office manager showed me the procedures for closing a deal or purchase. I managed a little time to straighten my desk some, then was introduced to my first customers. They had just bought their dream house, both of them excited beyond belief. I walked then through the documents, had them sign their life away and handed them copies of their agreements. I was thanked for my time, the gal hugging me close and whispering thank you over and over.

As I sat back down at my desk Natalie was looking at me from across the room and smiling. She returned to her office and I filed our copies of the papers away, leaving a stack to be recorded and another stack for the loan company. The couple had already been pre-approved for the loan so no concern there. At closing time Natalie appeared before me, asking me if I liked the job. I jumped up and went to hug her, thanking her for allowing me to work as my female self. She was giggling as she returned to her office, well then I will see you in the morning then, wear something cute.

That was three years ago, I am now her office manager, overseeing this branch of her realty business. I make good money, have a huge wardrobe, as befitting a successful business woman. Weekly appointments with Sis to keep my hair looking gorgeous, the length now down to my waist, the other gals in the office quite jealous of its length and beauty. I have upgraded my female secondary characteristics, my breasts now all me and my lower anatomy quite female looking, junior now hid away for the foreseeable future.

I feel privileged now living the life I always dreamed of, am extremely happy and content. All due to my coming out to Sis. Fate maybe, but whatever the reason I am so happy it chose me that day.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Denise; Hair And Makeup Forever

Denise; Hair And Makeup Forever

My older sister and I were at each other’s throats again. Totally impossible to get through a day without a major blow-up. Some of these disagreements were ridiculous in their absurdity. My sister blamed me, and I, of course, blamed my sister, a typical brother-sister relationship. Recently most of these were about my future since I was going nowhere fast, after graduating high school.

I tried the get a job thing, failing miserably right from the start. My grades were atrocious, I had no previous experience, choosing not to work during my summers during high school. I think the biggest turn off is my attitude. Like it isn’t my fault that I didn’t study or make even a token effort to learn something. At times, I got so wrapped up in myself, that I actually thought that I was owed something for just suffering through high school.

Barely graduated high school was a better analogy, in a class of 575 students I only managed to place 545. That and my total lack of drive meant that I was not looked upon as a likely candidate for employment. Sis had tried numerous times to motivate me to do anything, as long as it is a step forward. I continued to vegetate, and the arguments get worse between us. I just didn’t care, my life sucked, and it isn’t going to get better, so I stopped trying.

Dad left us when we were toddlers since apparently Mother was not enough woman for him. We later learned that he had five different affairs during the first seven years of their marriage. Mom tried to keep us together overlooking the affairs in an effort to keep the family together. After Dad had left, Mom was eventually able to get child support, partly due to the laws of this state and partly due to the attorney that Mom had hired. All along he maintained that he was not the father, hoping to evade the child support.

For a while, there was concern if both of us were actually fathered by him. Mom was sure, but as strong as Dad was denying it did leave considerable doubt. Mom even went as far as getting DNA tests on both of us, to prove that he indeed was our father. That data proved that Dad is our father, and Mom’s attorney took advantage of it. It did take the attorney over a year to track my father down and get the judgments against him.

Needless to say, he was not prompt with the child support, even missing months at a time when he was apparently switching girlfriends. It made it very hard for Mom as she had to work two jobs for a while to help support us. Mom never complained, at least, to us about her plight, since it was necessary, she just did it.

Shirley, my older sister, ended up with the duties of raising me as Mom was often working to provide for us. Shirley is very intelligent, a straight A student all the way through high school. She was offered three scholarships after high school but passed over the best ones so she could stay local to help raise me. Three years separated us, but at times, it seemed like ten.

I think she was a little peeved since she had to stay local because of me. I am sure that has contributed to the hostility between us. Nobody made her choose to stay here, but she felt she owed it to our Mom to do so. Since Mom was not around much, I blamed all of my troubles on Shirley, although none of them were ones that she had caused.

Then the unthinkable happens, and Mom dies in a car accident. No close relatives other than our Grandmother, so that is where we ended up. At least, we are not in foster homes. Shirley now has total responsibility for me since Grandma is ninety-two. We live in Grandmother’s house across town from where we were raised, but everything is relatively the same. Grandmother is head of the household figuratively, but because of her age, Shirley is the one making the decisions.

Shirley assumed the duties of head of the household trying to keep everything together. The arguments between us continue, with me challenging every decision she makes while doing nothing to help around the house. I knew things could be much worse, but for some reason, I couldn’t give in or stop the verbal abuse.

One of the few good things that happened was that Shirley had hired an attorney shortly after the accident since the driver that killed Mom was four times over the limit for alcohol. A suit was filed, and the insurance company for the drunk settled out of court for three million dollars. This changed things as we now had some money. Shirley immediately started making plans to make things easier for everyone.

Shirley and Grandma talked things over for days, but I was left out of the loop. I know Shirley was concerned about care for Grandma, with mom dead we were her only living relatives. Grandma had a little social security, plus her husband's railroad retirement, but not enough to care for her for very long. Up until the settlement, we had drained some of those funds that were for her care as we had no income to offset our expenses.

Since Shirley is 21 now, she was given custody of me until I turned 21. I was 18, but not legally an adult in this state. Shirley’s decision boiled down to her wanting to take advantage of some of her offered scholarships; I guess the problem was where I fitted into all of this. Obviously, Grandma couldn’t look after me, just managing to be able to take care of herself.

The resulting decisions were announced after several weeks of discussions. Shirley was paying so Grandma could be put into an assisted living complex. Someone would be there to help her if needed, and her meals and medical transportation were furnished. Obviously, Shirley was very responsible wanting to see that Grandma was taken care of then looking at what would be best for us.

Shirley decided on a school in the far west that offered her one of the scholarships a few months ago. It was a private university renowned for its academic excellence but in the middle of nowhere. Its isolation is on purpose, no distractions to interfere with the absorption of knowledge. What to do with me is the topic of several talks between Shirley and me over the next few days.

I am thankful for Shirley since I came to depend on her for most everything. I really didn’t know what I would have done if I had been placed in foster care after mom had died. Mom had given me the name of Dennis when born, and although I got into a little trouble when younger, it was mainly because of the group, I hung out with. I got through school, but barely, earning mainly C’s and a few D’s. Not a very good start on a productive life, more like waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I wasn’t dumb just never applied myself to anything; both studies and athletics included. I was 5ft. 10in. tall and weighed 140 pounds, of average build without wide shoulders, but a little too much butt for a male. My face was fairly androgynous, easily recognized as a male, but definitely not considered dating material. In school, I was lonely, being excluded by both sexes. Not worthy as a buddy to a male, not macho enough for a female as a date. A definite no man’s land for a high school kid.

If there was someone who tried to get closer to me, my attitude would send them running, my hostility and hate of most everything made me a social pariah. There were even a few females that I would love to have some contact with in my sophomore year, but I shut them out with my attitude, partly because I was afraid of them getting to know me and rejecting me. The attitude insured that I would not be rejected since they wanted nothing to do with me in the first place.

Sis tried her best to help me find a place where I could fit in but to no avail. She even set me up with a date or two when she was still in high school, but after the first date, there was no further interest. I argued with my sister mainly because she was always Miss Goody Two Shoes. She’s smart, her opinions are usually right, her friends were true friends, and her actions were favored by others making her almost perfect. By contrast, I am the exact opposite; I respected her I just couldn’t let her know that I did. Thus the arguments, never admitting that she is right, never giving in.

Shirley thought she knew what some of my problem was. Her assumption was that we were too much alike, independent or, at least, wanting to be, and single-minded. To forestall any more arguments she wanted me to find out what I wanted to do with life and plan how I would go about it. “If you make a genuine effort to research and plan your future, I will allow you to pursue that goal. If you do the usual half-ass thing that you are famous for, I will decide for you and implement the steps to make it come true.”

My choice one way or another. “Since your university is in the middle of the Arizona desert, how will that figure into my future?”

“Come up with your plan and goal, and I will discuss it with you. You have until the middle of September to decide and plan your future. If you fail in that pursuit, you will be moving with me to Arizona, and staying there until my schooling is finished in three years.” She was actually encouraging me to pick a future and pursue it. I thanked her for allowing me to have a say in what happens to me since I am aware that she didn’t have to take into consideration my wishes.

Since today is the first of August, I had six weeks to put together a plan. I had hoped to convince her that I could rise to the occasion and persuade her of my interests and goals. The discussion ended there for the night, and the next day I started researching some options. For several days, I was on the internet all day. I checked every job I ever had any interest in, whether it was a current interest or something from years gone by.

Since I had just recently graduated from high school, I soon realized that I was living in a dream world. I found out that to go further in education; I needed good grades. Unfortunately, I wasted my time in high school, always eager to fart around rather than buckle down and study. Now that extremely restricted my choices of what I could do, making a few of my choices downright impossible. I tried to stay focused and moved on to others when some choices were not an option.

Any future academic schooling is ruled out by my horrible grades, and even a community college would not take me since my GPA is so low, believe me, I tried every small college in the area, even a few in Arizona, but the same answer always surfaced.

I managed to talk one school into letting me take a scholastic test to see what I had learned, but I never followed up on that since I am sure that a grade school student could have done better on the test than I did. It is pretty pathetic when you can only answer about a quarter of the questions asked. I did recall studying the material, but none of the relevant material stayed with me.

As the days went by, my possible list was getting shorter and shorter. I even resorted to talking with Shirley asking if there were any other choices that I haven’t considered. At least, she didn’t rub the fact that I hadn’t applied myself to my studies in my face. I knew she was thinking it, but she tactfully didn’t bring it up in the conversation.

She did suggest that I consider trade schools, usually easy to get into without requirements for previous course work and higher grades. When I went online to check out what was offered, I was disappointed since the majority of the trades were service type of jobs or industrial jobs. Beautician, manicurist, hotel clerk, welder, mechanic, and office assistant were the type of jobs that were listed in their curriculum.

I wasn’t against that type of job, but I thought that I could find something much more appropriate for myself. It ended up being an ego problem; I just couldn’t see myself being in any of those careers. I was dreaming of the good life, but couldn’t admit to the fact that I didn’t have a life to start with.

The other field that was included in their curriculum is computer related jobs. That was a field that I knew nothing about and zero interest in learning anything about it. I could find my way on the internet, and that is about the extent of my skills. I fantasized about working in a computer-related job, but that is where it ended, a fantasy.

Computer-related jobs scared me to death, access to a pot of gold, but it required actual work and dedication to succeed. I had never worked hard for anything and wasn’t even sure what the word dedication meant. If I had realized what was at stake, I might have selected a career that is only a maybe, did some research and applied myself to the task. Then again I was naïve, I did nothing and continued to question everything Shirley did. Two weeks had passed, and I had nothing to show for the time spent.

“Why don’t you take a battery of tests to pinpoint your IQ, your interests, and basic psychological profile? That would let you know maybe some new possibilities for your research.” Surprisingly, she was able to schedule the tests for the next day. I for one thought that she had this arranged for quite some time, waiting until the last minute to suggest it.

The testing was done at a local psychologist’s office, a full day of testing. By the end of the day, I had a severe headache from using my brain too much. It could also be that a headache resulted from a lack of use, not used too much. I think the lack of use reason is more the truth. The testing almost seemed hard to me, and I sweated the answers even though they were only indicating interests and skills. I finished the test at three P.M., and it took them an hour to grade and score the test. Then I met with the psychologist as she told me the results.

I kind of listened but ended up tuning her out as she mumbled on about my results. I heard about having an artistic flair at one point, also being out of the normal range on the male/female ratio. I quickly forgot about both of them, since it didn’t tell me that I should be a welder or a mechanic. I thought that the testing would tell me what job I am qualified for. Instead, it only indicated jobs that I might be better suited for. As I left, I chalked it up to a wasted day, one in which I got a massive headache to boot.

When I returned home, Shirley greeted me, wanting to find out how I did. I handed her the test results that the psychologist gave me and searched the kitchen for something to eat. I found some leftover pizza, annihilated it and grabbed a can of diet Pepsi. I was heading to my room when Shirley asked what the psychologist said. I mumbled a few things then made my way to my room. Here I was given some of the answers that might help me but chose to ignore them all. I was lost now; nothing seemed to be going the way I wanted, my options getting less and less.

I knew I had to do something or I would face my sister’s choice for my career and life. I couldn’t let that happen, somehow I had to make a decision, one with some planning and thought involved. Slightly more than three weeks remained and I was not any closer to any decision much less any research or planning. Time kept moving along faster than I perceived, ending up with a week left and me with no viable option.

A lot of this time was spent in my room dreaming of what I could do, of being selected to head a company, or develop a new product. Besides wasting the time that I needed to plan something, it kept me unfocused and spinning wheels. When I dream, I tend to overdo it, a simple dream of having a job that provided food and shelter had lost out to me as a corporate leader, arranging hostile takeovers or mergers.

I was desperate for some type of result that I could give to her to convince her of my resolve. During that time, she asked a couple of times how I was coming along. I made some excuse, but she saw through the façade. Never once did she rub my nose in it or put me on the spot. Apparently she was determined that I am going to succeed or fail on my own terms, taking away any excuses that I could use at a later date that she had manipulated me in some manner.

I knew that my time had run out, only a couple of days left, and no decision from me on what I wanted to do with my life. Maybe it was more what could I do with my life since I had messed up pretty bad, making all the wrong decisions and failing to put even forth a minimal effort to succeed. I had a sinking feeling that Arizona was in my future, no make that I am positive I would be doing what Shirley had picked for me and very soon in the Grand Canyon State.

The last few days came and went faster than I realized, it is now late Wednesday afternoon. “Get dressed, I am taking you out to dinner.” I knew that the ax was soon to fall, for one thing, she is too happy. I slipped on a pair of cargo pants and a nicer t-shirt and met her downstairs. She drove us to a restaurant on the other side of town, one that had good food, but due to the distance from out home, we seldom had the chance to eat there.

The Maître’d seated us then a waitress left menus and took our drink order. Shirley wasted no time in asking what I was most fearful of. “What have you decided on and what research have you done?” I stuttered for a while, trying to delay the judgment time. The waitress came back to take our orders, after leaving us our drinks.

As happens in most of these cases, no one came to save me, and the food took longer than usual to prepare, thus leaving way too much time for me to fill. I finally gave up, deciding that the truth might be the only way out. If a little sympathy came along as a result of my endeavors, I surely wouldn’t refuse it.

I told Shirley everything from the first day, leaving nothing out of the story. Every last detail is covered, with me hoping that she could see how hard I had tried. There is silence for quite some time, I didn’t want to make things worse, so I kept quiet. Of course, the food now arrived, why it couldn’t have come when I was faltering trying to get my way out of a situation, I will never know.

We silently ate for several minutes; actually, it was almost twenty minutes. The food is excellent, but I don’t think the quality of the food was going to save me tonight. As we finished the meal, the waitress came to take the plates away and ask if we wanted dessert. We declined, and I knew that the moment of reckoning is here.

“I am proud of you, that you told me the truth and not tried to make something up. Maybe doing this exercise taught you something that I have been trying to get through your thick skull for several years.”

“Sis, I realize that my lack of effort in school has put me in a difficult situation without a whole lot of choices available.” She asked again about the trade schools, and I told her that I had considered them but was not sure that I could be a welder or mechanic.

“The time to own up to the situation is now upon you. You need to do something with your life, or your future might be a lot less inviting than you have imagined.” Again, silence for a while, she is determined to make me come up with the solution or plan to make something of my life. I didn’t know what to pick or do with nothing sounding good or achievable.

After a brief but stressful few moments, she asked “Have you considered any other of the vocational careers?”

“No, since I really don’t have a clue about any of them.” She asked for the last time if I had any indication of the direction I wanted to pursue. I knew that the moment when she would take over the direction of my life is at hand. I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t have a clue.”

She giggled a little bit. “We will leave for Arizona Friday morning, the flight departing at eight-thirty A.M.” She paid the check, and we left. I am discouraged, but Sis had given me more than enough opportunities to pick my career, so I knew the fault for the situation is mine. It was a silent ride home, with me at a loss for words. I didn’t know what to say, and Sis was trying not to make matters worse for me.

When we got home, I am told that the movers would be here tomorrow morning, and they would pack everything for us. After the moving van is packed and left, we would stay at a motel tomorrow evening and then leave there for the airport the next morning. I am not happy, but I knew it is my own fault.

I laid awake in bed for several hours, trying to figure out what I could do to change my fate in the next several days. Nothing came to mind, and sleep finally overtook me. The next day seemed to fly by as the movers packed everything and loaded the van. I did help Sis clean the house before we left for the motel. She had arranged to rent the house to provide some extra income for Grandma and preserve a possible investment property for later. As usual she was thinking of others and looking ahead to the future.

We settled into the motel, and I dropped off to sleep as I had done more today than I have for quite some time. I was shaken awake shortly after seven A.M. We had taken showers the night before, so all we had to do is get dressed. There was complimentary coffee in the room, so we each had a cup and a bagged pastry that was also free.

The motel front desk told us that a shuttle was there to take us to the airport. Shirley had earlier arranged to turn in her lease car at their airport terminal since they had a facility there. Since the motel was only blocks away they would come by later today and pick up the car at the motel. Since she didn’t want to drive the car to Arizona, she managed to convince them that it would be in their best interest to take the old one back and issue a new lease car out in Arizona. It did save the long drive out there and would get her an updated version of the car.

We were dropped off at the terminal, made our way to the ticket counter and checked in our baggage. Then through security and out to the boarding gate. All of this is done in a timely manner, with us arriving at the gate as the plane is pulling up. We watched as the departing passengers filed through the gate, and then twenty minutes later they started boarding passengers for the flight to Tucson, Arizona.

According to Sis, Tucson was the closest large town to where we would be living. The distance between our new home and Tucson is about 45 miles. Her college is between our new home and Tucson. It is a private college known for their training and education of future executives. Eighty-five percent of their graduates are hired during their senior year even before graduation.

Shirley had a lot of her credits for graduation already completed at the local colleges, so her next three years were more of a graduate school in executive management. She had talked with the school quite a bit and her next three years were planned out in detail. The first year is loaded down with financial courses, the second year heavy in personnel development and management, and the last year overall corporate management and future planning.

Through an internet broker, Sis had bought a small ranch with a very impressive Spanish style Hacienda on it. The owner had been transferred to another company branch in South America and wanted to sell. According to the broker, Sis got it at a very lucrative price. It was partly furnished, and the land was currently planted in Jojoba’s, a specialty crop, but highly sought after. A company had leased the Jojoba fields from the previous owner and handled all the care and harvesting of the crop.

Back at the loading gate, we were one of the first boarded, selecting our seats in first class since they had very few passengers. The flight lasted about two hours in duration, and soon we were circling Tucson to land. We didn’t say much to each other on the flight, I didn’t know what to say and I think she wanted to withhold any information until we were settled in at our new home. Since the air traffic is heavy, we were delayed almost twenty minutes as they got everybody else on the ground. Several times during the flight I wondered what Sis had in mind for me, I knew she would be fair, but doubted that I would like the choice she would make for me.

Then we had to wait a little longer as our gate was in use from one of the previous flights. Sitting on a plane on one of the taxi ramps is not the best way to kill time. After thirty minutes, we finally got to the gate. We departed the plane and made our way to baggage claim. We again had to wait as they were obviously behind due to the arrival of so many planes at the same time. Another twenty minutes and our luggage finally appeared on the belt.

Sis had left me to get the luggage since it was only two suitcases, and she went to arrange for pickup of her lease car. I met her at the counter, as she was finishing up with the contracts. Their porter took our luggage and escorted us to the car. It turned out to be a new Toyota Prius since they did not have her requested model. She asked if they would trade the car later when her model was available, but if it was okay with her, they would substitute her choice with the Prius. Sis is no dummy, she smiled and told them that would be fine.

With the time change, it was coming up three P.M., so she decided to stay in town and drive out to the Hacienda tomorrow. Since the moving van would not be there until Monday morning, we would have plenty of time. She found a nice motel at the first exit out of Tucson along I-10. Although I was fighting the feeling, I liked the area and the climate, much drier than we had been used to back home. I still couldn’t admit that Shirley had made the best choice in matters.

There were several restaurants within walking distance, so we decided to stay there. The motel is nice, a recent addition to a large chain since all the rooms are new. Although the area is a tourist stop, the representation of motels and restaurants is quite extensive.

She checked in, and we made ourselves comfortable in the room. I guess all the excitement caught up with us as we both dozed off shortly after that. Two hours later we woke to her cell phone ringing. It turned out to be the real estate people checking to be sure we arrived safely. The saleslady that had handled the sale was going to meet us there at the hacienda to show us around and make sure there were no problems with the property. Sis told her we would go out the property in the morning right after breakfast. The real estate sales lady said she would make arrangements to meet us there.

Hunger is the next problem, so we cleaned up a little and made our way to the steakhouse right down the street. Since they had the largest crowd, we presumed that the food was probably better than the rest. We are seated and given menus, and two seconds later a waitress is there to get our drink order. Three minutes later she is back with our drinks, wanting to know if we had decided yet.

We nodded in the affirmative, with Sis getting a petite sirloin with baked potato and squash. I decided on the chuck steak, baked potato, and a three bean salad. Apparently the service here is outstanding considering what we had experienced so far.

After she left, I ask Sis what is next for me. “I have something lined up for you, in a field that you have never shown any interest in. The psych tests showed a great aptitude for this career, and I want you to try it for three months before you turn it down. It is way out of your comfort zone, so I want you to withhold judgment until the end of the three months.”

“If you apply yourself and gave it a fair shake, I will consider other options after the three months are up if you don’t want to continue in this line of endeavor.” I nodded my head since I was the one that failed to take advantage of options and failed in my education so far. She wouldn’t tell me anymore, but hinted that I would start Monday at the school. I thought that was a pretty rushed start date, but after all the trouble I had given Shirley in the past, I decided that cooperation for a change would be the best approach.

The food is served, and it looked so good, with the baked potato a noticeable standout, although the steak was in the running for best-looking meat item. The potato is five inches long, and three inches in diameter, definitely not a standard sized potato. The amenities provided for the potato were awesome. A tray consisting of ten different accouterments specifically for the baked potato was brought out. Sour cream, ranch dressing, cheese, bacon bits, mayonnaise, were just a few of the offered choices.

The steaks were juicy, but when cut into, the meat was cooked, a feat not often managed by any restaurant these days. It apparently is a prime cut of meat as the steak is tender, and the taste is magnificent. It had been grilled over an open flame with the imprints of the grill showing on both sides of the meat. Of course, I devoured the steak and potato leaving the plate clean and spotless. It was so good I was tempted to lick the plate clean, but the little common sense that I possessed kicked in and I let it be.

We ate and talked about the ranch she had bought, as it is her idea to sell it after she completed her education, making a nice little profit in the interim. There were four bedrooms in the house each with their own bathroom, living room, a den, and a kitchen-dining room combination. There were 3200 square feet in the house, an adobe construction with red tile roof. It sounded fantastic, all of the pictures of the house backed up the fact that the house was a steal at the price that Sis bought it for.

We finished, and she paid the bill as we headed back to the motel. Sis asked that when we got back to the motel she had something she wanted to talk to me about, a piece of information that I had apparently failed to tell her about. I blushed quickly fearing that she had somehow found out my little secret. I couldn’t figure out how since I thought I had covered my tracks extremely well.

I clammed up on the walk to the motel, fearing the worst. When we made it to the room, she told me to go shower and change into my pajamas and then join her in the living room. She had rented a suite, consisting of a bedroom, a bathroom, and a living/sitting room. I removed my clothes and took a shower, even washed my shoulder length hair. The bathroom had a hair dryer and so I dried my hair before I left the bathroom.

As I went to my bed where I had left my suitcase, I noticed a pair of panties and a short baby doll nightie. This was it, she knew about my hobby, I was doomed. I dropped the towel and crumpled on the bed in tears. I was positive that it couldn’t get any worse.

I am sure Shirley heard me crying, but she made no effort to come to the bedroom or console me. After a few moments, I heard her at the bedroom door. “Wipe your tears, put on the panties and nightie and come out to the living room.” I did that, dreading it all the way. I feared the worst since I had been dressing in her clothes for several years now, a hobby that had started when our mother died. It made me feel a little closer to her and Sis since I am virtually friendless at school. I slowly walked out and sat on the love seat next to her, but my eyes never left the floor.

Normally when I dressed in her clothes, an excitement would course through my body as I slipped on her clothes. Tonight is totally different; I am scared to death of what she would say or do to me. A couple of times over the last few years I had longed to tell Sis about this fetish of mine. As usual, the indecision on my part put the discussion off, now all was to come out, and this is not the best of times for this revelation to surface.

She had me sit on the floor in front of her and started brushing my hair. My hair had grown quite a bit and was shoulder length, but had not been styled in years. As she ran the brush through my hair, my mind just melted. Shirley brought me back to reality. “I need you to explain about your dressing in my clothes from the start, and do not leave anything out.” I was quite for several minutes, how can I tell her about my proclivity for dressing as a female.

I knew that the truth would have to be shared with her, she knew too much already and had waited until she had me cornered before she brought it up. I hated how smart she is, my efforts dealing with her definitely at a distinct disadvantage.

“It started right after Mom died. I felt alone and found when I visited her room and especially her closet, I felt a little better. At first, I just touched her clothes, remembering her and how she treated me, then after a particular silky item gave me the chills, I decided to indulge in caressing a few of her more silky items. Then the next step was to slip them on and experience the delicious feelings as they slipped down over my body.”

“That ended when you gave all of Mom’s clothes to the thrift store. I sat for days in my room trying to figure out what I was going to do. I felt more alone in those few weeks than I had ever been before. Then you had me doing the laundry to keep me occupied and help out. The first time that some of your clothes came through the wash, I was lured again into the web of the soft, silky clothes. At first, it was just the feeling of the clothes and the memories that they brought forth.”

“Then as weeks passed the emphasis changed to wanting to be in the clothes, experiencing how they made my body look female. That also evolved as I wanted to see myself as a female, instead of a male dressing in some dress or skirt. Finally, I ended up with the deep compulsion to dress and act like a girl. I did it as often as I could manage, having to do it when you were at classes or away from the house for an errand or chore.”

Shirley had been listening, with no comments on my history in cross-dressing. When I paused for quite some time, feeling worn out and drained of any energy, “how far do you want to take the transformation.”

“I am not sure how far I want to go. I loved the clothes, the feelings that went with it, and as a female, I just felt that it was right.” We sat in silence for quite some time, the brush running through my hair giving me goose pimples.

It was getting late, and she told me we had a long day tomorrow. She told me to open my suitcase and hang up the clothes so that they would lose a few of the wrinkles, caused by being packed in a suitcase. After that, she wanted me in bed next to her. She had got a room with two double beds but thought that I might like to cuddle with her tonight. My response was I would like that a lot. When I opened my suitcase, I immediately thought that I had gotten the wrong one. All of the clothes were for a female and a feminine one at that. I looked at the label that we had put on the suitcase at home, and it was the right one.

I gave her a quizzical look, but she just smiled. I was told again that I needed to hang my clothes in the closet and come to bed. The emphasis is on my clothes. I quickly looked around the room for my male clothes that I had taken off before the shower and nothing is there. I started hanging the clothes and am surprised that most of the clothes are the ones that I had picked when I dressed in her things.

At the bottom of the suitcase was quite a bit of lingerie, including panties, bras, a corset, stockings, and assorted other feminine undergarments. During all of this, the panties and the nightie that I had been required to wear was doing its best to dominate my thoughts. As the material caressed my body, my mind went into that state where it was just a mushy mixture of thoughts, quite delightful thoughts.

After accomplishing my task, I returned to the bedroom. Shirley is finishing in the bathroom and turned out the light. She walked over grabbing my hand and led me to the bed. I got a hug and a kiss on the cheek as she helped me slip into bed. She went to the other side and after settling in rolled over and hugged me as we lay there. She made me promise to tell her everything in the future, no lies, no withholding of thoughts or feelings. I felt guilty of how I had treated her over the last few months, and yet she has accepted a part of me without reservation. I promised her I would act differently in the future as I slipped off into dreamland.

I awoke first, just lying there with Sis’s arm around my body. I felt different somehow, closer to her, more aware of my surroundings. The nightie still felt good as it hugged my chest and shoulders. Then I had a sudden urge to use the bathroom, trying to slip out of Shirley’s grasp and not wake her an impossible task. I barely made it, since the delightful feeling of the panties sliding down my leg almost made me forget what I had to do.

The relief was very welcome, sitting down a new experience. When I dressed in some of Sis’s clothes my adventure never went beyond dressing in some of her clothes. I didn’t do things like a female, mainly because I was not aware that there is a difference between male and female actions. Today, sitting to use the bathroom just felt like it was the right thing to do. I know that telling Sis everything was a welcome relief to me last night.

I argued with her a lot, at least, I used to, but, in reality, she is my idol. She is everything that I wished I could be, namely a female. I am jealous of her life, her friends, and her confidence. She had made something of herself, even though life had not been the easiest for her. I was exactly the opposite except like her I wanted to go through life as a female.

Shirley had slipped out of bed as I am coming out of the bathroom. She pointed to the bed, where she had laid what I am to wear for today. Sure enough, Dennis was not to be around today, in fact, I wondered if he is ever going to make another appearance. Shirley had laid out a tan pair of slacks, a pair of knee-highs, a pair of low heel Mary Janes, and an ecru blouse with long sleeves. Except for the shoes, most of the items could be worn by either sex, although the blouse is rather silky and feminine.

I slipped all of the items on over a lacy pair of panties and a white camisole. The image in the mirror stated female, although there was a little wiggle room. Besides there seemed to be no choice since all of my male clothes seemed to have vanished. I was enough off balance that I didn’t want to ask too many questions or ask Shirley what was happening. I am sure that her actions have a purpose, just not sure what that purpose is yet.

Shirley helped me get everything packed so that we could leave. As we were getting everything together and making sure that we had not forgotten anything Shirley took a moment to brush my hair, not putting it into a ponytail like I usually have it. She handed me a lip gloss and told me to touch up my lips. After that task was accomplished, we checked out and headed out to our new home.

Yes, I did say it was our new home, a decidedly new change of attitude for me. I am sure Shirley was just as shocked as me when I made that statement. We stopped at Mickey D’s for a breakfast sandwich then on out to the property. Sis recognized the entrance from some of the pictures that the real estate people had sent her.

The gates are impressive, although already open as we approached. On both sides of the road are fields of what was apparently Jojoba, acres, and acres of the bush. As we made a turn in the road, we saw the Hacienda that was situated in the middle of a clearing between the fields. The house is gorgeous, much more impressive than any picture that I had been shown.

As we pulled up to the house, we saw another car there and after parking, a lady came out of the house. She greeted us introducing herself and asked what Shirley thought of the property. I was ecstatic about the deal, but Sis just replied that it would be adequate. I gave her a funny look, but she was ignoring me. Carla, the real estate agent, showed us through the house then the surrounding outbuildings including a barn and a smaller residence, apparently for someone that worked on the ranch.

We got into Carla’s car, and she drove us around the perimeter of the property, with more Jojoba’s than I have ever seen. Sis really did get a fantastic deal on the property, but poor Carla was left with the impression that Sis was barely satisfied. I am smart enough to keep my mouth shut and replied to only a direct question made of me.

Two hours later Carla went back to town after leaving the keys with my sister. We set down at the bar in the kitchen, and I finally lost it. I asked her how she could sit there and tell Carla that the place was adequate. Sis replied that it took everything she could do to keep a straight face during the tour. She hugged me tightly, saying that we really hit the lottery when we bought this place.

I reminded her that she is the one that bought the place, but she responded that she liked it better when it was we. We made a short list of things that we would need in the next day or two, and then what is needed in furniture for each room. Carla had the electric company turn on the power and Shirley checked to make sure the refrigerator and freezer are functioning before we left.

She had decided to stay one more night at the motel since we needed groceries before we could stay at the house. The plan is to go back to town and shop for furniture, and other nonperishable items, then eat out at a restaurant. After another night at the motel, we would go grocery shopping in the morning, and then head out to the house. That way we would save on trips, and have everything we might need before we settled into the house.

We did make one unscheduled stop at a business in the outskirts of Tucson. It was a beauty school; suddenly it became clear what Shirley had in mind for me. I was led inside and introduced to the manager of the school. Clarissa is her name, a thirtyish lady who seemed very nice. I am reluctant to show much interest because this is not what I envisioned as my career in life. Clarissa took my hand and led me to a group of students working on a female’s hair.

After I had watched for a minute, they were apparently learning to braid hair. I was introduced to the others, as Denise a new student starting next Monday. They were told that my sister and I had stopped by to meet Clarissa and see what is needed for next week. Clarissa told me to pay attention and watch, and then after twenty minutes, I was asked to take my turn at braiding the hair.

I took a few moments to brush the female’s hair and then I tried sectioning the hair into four bundles. The young female had really gorgeous hair that reached down to the middle of her back. I apparently didn’t have it right since my hands were not able to maneuver the hair as I wanted. I brushed it again and started over. This time, I managed to get my hands in the right place, and the braid came together like it is supposed to.

I was so proud of myself that I managed to do something well, instead of fumbling and failing. Clarissa complimented me, then pulled me and another student, Grace over to a manicure station. Grace had been a student for over four months and knew what she is doing. Clarissa wanted Grace to give me acrylic extensions, and then red polish to finish off the manicure. I am told to watch carefully, and then when Grace has finished, I am to do the same to her fingernails.

I looked up at Clarissa, then over to my sister wondering how I was going to manage this feat. Both were just smiling at me, so I presume that I had to try at least. I hope Grace will not be upset at what I do to her nails. Grace stuck my hands in a couple of bowls of the solution, and I soaked for about ten minutes. She pulled one of my hands out and proceeded to push and trim my cuticles. Then my nails were filed and shaped into neat ovals.

She then used a file to roughen up the top of the nail, before attaching forms that fit my nail and extended past the tip of the nail by at least three-quarters of an inch. She mixed up the acrylic material and brushed it over my nail including covering the extended form. My hands are put in a nail dryer, and it took about twenty minutes for the material to harden.

The forms were removed, and my nails are filed again into the nicely rounded ovals. Then a base coat is applied, followed by three coats of red polish. Each coat is dried separately, and then to finish off the manicure, a clear top coat was applied to each nail.

All during this process Grace is trying to engage me in conversation. She wanted to know where I am from, what I liked in school, and if I had any boyfriends. I looked at Sis when that question was asked, not really knowing how to respond. Sis came to my rescue telling Grace that up to now I had not been allowed to date since the area we lived in was full of undesirables.

I am trying to remember each step Grace has done, not paying attention to how my nails were looking. When I took a minute to concentrate on their looks, I was floored. With the longer extensions and the bright red polish my hands were no longer a part of me, they belonged to some female goddess, and they were so pretty.

Now the hard part, doing the same thing for Grace. I followed the steps she had done to me, soaking the nails to soften the cuticle. Then removing the cuticle, I roughed up the surface of the nails, then added the forms. The longer nails did make life more interesting as the length constantly is getting in the way of everything I am trying to do. I did manage, but it seemed that I was clumsy more often than not.

Clarissa did help me mix the acrylic material, but I managed to get the mixture spread evenly over the forms. Under the dryer for a while then I removed the forms and filed the nails into neat ovals. I applied the polish like Grace had done for me and then the gloss to finish off the nails. Grace is amazed at my skill and asked if I had done some of this previously. I told her it is my first time, although I don’t think she believed me.

All the time Clarissa and Sis had been watching me from a nearby love seat, with both of them sporting smiles. Clarissa sent Grace back to the group and asked Sis and me to come to her office. I took a seat in the office, ready to hear how much I had screwed up things, I thought I had done well for my first time, but knew that I never achieved success at anything I did. I figured that this would be just another episode in my fouled up life.

Clarissa complimented me on my skill but is more interested if I liked the experience. I told her it was different but yes it is fun and enjoyable. Clarissa told Sis that she could probably have me complete the schooling in a much shorter period than the eighteen months that most students require. While I was there, she had me fill out a bunch of applications, regarding the beauty school, and the vocational college it is a part of.

Clarissa reminded me that all of the students practice on themselves first, then after gathering the basic fundamentals that is extended to other students. “Because you are not a natural born female, does not exclude you from this, you can expect to be in curlers, nail polish and makeup the majority of your time here. Is that clear?” I nodded my assent then got up to leave.

She told me she would see me Monday, and then handed me a box with my new uniforms in it. A brief peek in the box confirmed that I will be wearing skirts to attend beauty school. It was a surreal experience in a way, I never have, and I repeat never done well at anything I have attempted. It seems like my life has been an accident waiting to happen, and a lot of times the worst happened. Here I managed to do something right, and it was fun, and I have this inner glow because of it.

With the forms filled out, it is time to go, and surprisingly most of the other students gave me hugs as we left. That made it worse, always a loner, and now I seem to be included in something nice. This is definitely uncharted territory for me. We got to the car, and Sis asked if I am alright. I just sat there staring out the window, not believing what had happened. I stammered an okay, then asked if being a cosmetologist is what she had chosen for me.

Sis had felt that I was more of a female particularly in my mind than I ever let on. My male attitude kept everything remotely feminine locked away and inaccessible in the back of my mind. When she found out about my attempts at dressing, she suspected that if my barriers could be broken down, a happier and carefree adult of the female gender would emerge.

The beauty school is a definite possibility for me, my skills shown today that I am a natural at it. The end decision is yours; she would point me in the right direction, but I have to make the effort and do the work. She told me Clarissa thought that I am exceptionally gifted in this regard and would make a fortune with my skills once I obtained my cosmetologist license.

I nodded my head, and we made our way to find some food. My mind still working on the fact that this is something that I am good at, a first for me. At some point in the trip, I looked down at my nails and realized that I now sported the most gorgeous feminine nails in a bright red polish. The length is scary but made my hands and arms look so petite and female. The car stopped, and Sis suggested that I grab my purse so we could get something to eat. “I can’t go into the restaurant like this.” Sis giggled at my sudden bashfulness but told me that she is not going to wait.

I swallowed several times and hustled to catch up with her, as she entered the restaurant. The hostess seated us, asking what the two beautiful ladies wanted to drink. I giggled looking over at Sis but did manage to stumble out the words iced tea. The next thing I did was focus my attention on my new nails, the length and the shine captivating me totally. Sis wanted to know what I wanted to eat, but I was busy checking out my nails. Her only comment is you are definitely a typical young female.

I eventually got around to ordering as I began to lose my fear of being out with such beautiful nails adorning my hands. Nobody paid any attention, other than to compliment me on their appearance. After our orders had been taken, Sis asked if the career she had picked for me is satisfactory. I almost told her, no, but Denise is getting a firmer grip on things and responded. “It seemed interesting and for once I didn’t screw things up.” I think she is happy with that answer, since the smile that spread across her face is so awesome.

“You are indeed a student there, but the Turnabout Gurl Salons, a chain of beauty salons has paid your tuition and for whom you will be working once you received your license. The uniform will be a little different, more what the stylists wear at the salon. As fast as you learn the material, the quicker you will graduate. Both Clarissa and Francine, the owner of Turnabout Gurl Salons, thought that you would and could graduate early if you applied yourself.

“Do beauticians made any kind of money?” That question suddenly erupting from my mouth. Sis assured me that I could make more money doing this than any other job I had considered. Francine started out as a cosmetologist and in ten short years, heads up a chain of two hundred and twenty salons catering to the male that wants to be a female either in their life, or just to enjoy themselves. The weird part is now that the female customer sees what her cosmetologists can do they have even more business as she wants the same services for herself.

Dinner is excellent as usual, but I am warned that my habit of eating large meals in the evening is over. “You now have to think of your figure, keeping it trim and curvy. After the first week you have an appointment at the closest Turnabout Gurl Salon in Tucson, so that your sex can be made to match your new personality.” I wondered about that statement, but I am told that the surprise had to wait until I got to the salon.

We were successful in picking out the little amount of furniture we needed for the house earlier that afternoon, so another night in the motel would wrap up our tasks, except for picking up groceries in the morning.

If I cooperate with her for the first three months of beauty school, she will consider alternatives if this is something that I don’t want to pursue. However, to abandon this, you will have to have something else in mind, with research and facts to back you up. Shirley hoped that I learned something in the last few weeks and that I will apply myself to my studies to finally make something of myself.

Since Shirley didn’t want to do fast food, we found a buffet place to handle dinner. The food is great, but I remembered my figure and took smaller portions and passed on foods that would expand my soon to be feminine features.

No one looked at me strangely, even a group of teenage girls passed judgment on me as being female. Back at the motel, we settled in and got dressed for bed. It is decided that I would attend my first day of beauty school while Shirley saw to the moving van being unpacked and things put in the right rooms. I had hung my uniform in the closet at the motel, so I removed it from its hanger and glanced at the feminine item.

The panties did have layer after layer of ruffles, causing the skirt to poof out some. It would also be on display if I leaned over or picked up something from the floor. The neckline dipped lower than I had first thought and I realized that my lack of cleavage would be on display for all to see. I wasn’t sure what I thought about that, being a male that should have not been a consideration, but somehow I secretly wished for something to fill the cups of my bra. Even the words my bra, had a new and different meaning.

We slept together again, cuddled in each other’s arms till the early morning light peeked through the window of the motel. I quickly showered and put on my uniform. It looked a little strange on me, nothing to fill it out properly, but it did add to the image of a young female getting ready for her first day of classes.

Shirley drove me to the school, made sure I had my purse, and then with a hug and kiss wished me luck. I walked through the doors still a little wary about all of this, but when several of the students rushed to greet me I relaxed. For the first time I seem to have some friends, somebody to share my tribulations with, and somebody my age that I could confide in, at least that is what I hoped.

The lessons started immediately, today we were working on setting styles for different hairstyles. We each had a Styrofoam head with a wig attached. We were given a hairstyle, then a setting pattern for it and we had to duplicate it on our wig. Then when it dried we had to brush it out and style it to finish the style. Then wash the wig, dry it, and then do the same thing, but this time using a curling iron to make the curls. I accomplished the styles with time to spare, so after the first project was completed, while I am waiting on the rest of the students, I washed the wig, dried it and experimented with the curling iron seeing what style I could come up with.

Clarissa noticed and complimented me on my skill. The projects went on throughout the day, we ended up learning about twenty different designs and their requirements. The school’s students were divided into several groups. The more experienced were put in one group, then another where the intermediate students were placed and then the beginner’s group.

At the end of the day Clarissa pulled me aside telling me that she would move me up to the next group after a few days. “To do so on the first day would make some of the students that didn’t have as much skill as I feel bad, once they see that you are capable of more and better things, they will understand the promotion.”

I liked Clarissa, she was considerate of all, while spending the needed time to help when you reached an impasse. She quite often complimented my work, but always asked if I thought of doing this way instead. I was hungry for her approval, something I have never experienced as a male. So I am always trying to do a little extra to get her acknowledgment and approval.

Believe it or not we had homework, we were given each a bag of curlers a bottle of setting gel and our book on hair styles. We had to find a style that would flatter our face, set the style and sleep in the curlers. Tomorrow after showing up at school in curlers we had to brush out the style, finish it off, then we would receive a grade for our work. I am looking forward to the exercise, but according to Shirley, sleeping in curlers is not enjoyable.

We were settling into the house day by day. Sis still getting things set-up, me busy with my lessons. She hauled me to school each day, then picked me up around six PM. If she had things to do in town she stayed the day, but otherwise she went back home. She said we would change things once we saw how school and I were getting along. I am out of bed before her every day, dressed and downstairs waiting for her, a fact that she has mentioned often.

Setting my hair is fun, I tried several different setting patterns before I ended up with one that I thought would look good on me. I pulled the hairnet over the curlers and then joined sis in the living room. She is watching TV, some inane reality show. I am reading one of my new magazines, seeing what some of the upcoming styles are predicated to be. During the commercials, I tried to talk to her, thanking her for forcing all of this on me. I loved what I am doing, planning a career as a cosmetologist, now in my thoughts every day.

“In case you haven’t been keeping tract, we have had not one single fight or disagreement since you started at the school.” I leaned over and laid my head on her shoulder, so happy to be doing this now instead of what I had done earlier in my life as a male. She smiled and looked down at me. “Do you want to practice your skills on my hair tonight?” I was off the sofa, and to my bedroom before she could do anything else. I rounded up my supplies and came running back to the living room, all the time she is outright laughing.

“I have never seen you this enthused about anything in your life.”

“It is fun, and I think I am good at it, so until someone forces me to stop I am going to enjoy it while I can.” Shirley told me that no one is going to stop you, everyone that has seen you do your thing thinks you will be an unqualified success in this career.

I removed the scrunchie from her hair, then brushed it out a little then moistened her hair so I could set it. She asked what style I had chosen, but I told her she would have to wait until tomorrow morning and the brush out to see what I had chosen for her.

“You mean I have to sleep in curlers tonight, what kind of a beauty salon are you running here?”

I replied “a cheap one, we have no dryer, and besides what is good enough for me is good enough for you.” Then promptly stuck out my tongue. We collapsed in laughter, and then hugged each other. I offered to do her nails for her, to make up for the lack of a dryer for her hair. She accepted and soon I had her fingernails reflecting back a rose pink polish. As her nails are drying I again leaned on her shoulder, I felt so close to her, an occurrence that had never happened in the past.

As we were getting ready for bed, Shirley suggested we look around for some beauty equipment, maybe setting up a mini beauty salon in one of the unused bedrooms, where I could do some of my homework and give her some free beauty treatments from time to time. That last said with a large smile on her face. “I would love it, maybe one of the other girls could spend a night on the weekend and we could do each other’s hair.” I looked at my sister, wondering if that remark would get by, she smiled “As long as I have met them beforehand it would be alright.” I launched myself at Sis, thanking her and smothering her in kisses and hugs.

After completing my first week at the school, it was time for my gender change. I was a little apprehensive about going further towards being a female, but let’s face it so far my embracing that gender has been wonderful. On the drive to Tucson, she explained that it would be necessary to make my appearance as a female more realistic so that I can blend in at the beauty school. With the fact that you have no male clothes to wear even if you wanted to revert back, a feminine figure is probably for the best. All of the things scheduled for today are reversible at some time in the future, but keep in mind that this is most likely your future, so don’t make the same mistakes that you have made in the past.

The Turnabout Gurl Salon is an example of opulent taste and feminine delicacies. From the exterior, the salon is fashionable, with pink awnings over the windows. The sign across the front façade of the building is done in script in bright pink letters lined in burgundy borders. The windows were fitted with sheer curtains pulled to the side with large bows of pink and burgundy ribbon. The inside of the shop is well lit with framed pictures of gorgeous females lining the walls. Each picture had its own light, accenting the images in the pictures.

As I entered the salon, I am greeted by the receptionist and asked my name. I told her that I am Denise and had a nine-thirty appointment. She picked up the phone and told a stylist that her appointment is here. A taller female in a fabulous short uniform approached me introducing herself and leading me to one of the private treatment rooms. Annabelle was in her early twenties, five foot eight inches tall, and looked to be about 130 lbs. Her hair and makeup were immaculate, nothing out of place, but easily suitable for a night out.

Shirley had entered the salon with me but insisted that I take it from there. As I am being led off, she told me that she would be back to pick me up at four this afternoon. That surprised me since I didn’t think that there was much to be done to me. Annabelle asked me to disrobe and place myself on the table. She busied herself getting things ready while I removed my clothes. I left on my panties since I was not sure if she is aware that I am a male.

As I made my way to the table, she turned around, noticed my panties and stopped me. She grabbed a hold of the waistband and pulled them down, just like that they were around my ankles. She informed me that ninety percent of their customers were male and that I didn’t have anything that she had not seen before. She eased me back on the table until I am lying flat, then checked my body for hair. I had been keeping it shaved clean for several years now, but recently due to the move and my attempts to find a career, I had missed doing it, and I now had a short fuzz on my body.

She gathered an applicator and started spreading the hot wax on my legs. Then a cloth strip is placed in the hot wax on my body and then ripped off. I took in a deep breath but managed to keep my protestations none vocal. An hour later I lacked any follicular growth except for the top of my head. After she had completed the body, she moved up to my face and made quick work of my eyebrows. After they had been removed, she told me that since I was going to be in beauty school. It is easier just to do away with them and pencil in a substitute until I decide whether I want to be pencil thin or more like Brooke Shields.

After the hair had been removed the next thing is my sex change, literally a box with my new breasts is brought in and another containing my new female sex. My legs were spread and placed in stirrups, and then the cache sex is positioned over my genitals. She made a few marks then pushed my testicles up into my body. It was a startling sensation, as they popped into their original homes. The only remaining piece of my male anatomy is slipped into a narrow sheath; then the glue added to the tip to secure it in place.

She waited a minute or two then glued the cache sex to my body. There was a mirror at the end of the table, allowing me to watch what she is doing. After she had it glued into place, she moved to the side to allow me an unobstructed view of my new female orifice. A narrow slit, with a short curly landing strip above, greeted my eyes. The real surprise came when she inserted her finger into the new opening, and I felt it. I took in a deep breath, the sensation causing a distinct new feeling that shook my mental faculties.

She smiled, then asked if I am pleased with the feeling coming from the new sex. Since I am still speechless, she presumed that I am happy with the results. She warned that most males could be handled with the new sex, but the biggest ones might be uncomfortable since the appliance did have its limitations. I swallowed hard at what that implied. I made up my mind that I would not test to see if what she said was true.

Then she moved her attention to my chest, laying the breast forms on my chest and making the appropriate notations as to the proper positioning of them. As she is handling them, I noticed there is a wire and miniature clamp hanging from the back of the form. Before I could ask her what the purpose of the wire is, she explained that any sensation to the forms nipple would be passed to my own nipple underneath. My mouth open again, as I tried to make sense of all of this.

Not only will I be dressing as a female for the next few months, but I can have sex as a female including breast play. A smile briefly crossed my face, until my mind relayed the info that I am going to be the receiver in this new arrangement. Not the male making love to his girlfriend, but the female being made love to and fondled is now in my destiny. The loss of the ability to masturbate is also noted, at least, the way a male normally does was to be denied with the cache sex glued firmly in place.

As all of this is happening, I began to see that this is a way to reverse the predicament that I found myself in. A new start, in something that I have never had any interest in. The brief exposure at the beauty school was fun, and the other students were friendly, maybe I could turn things around. Besides, after three months sis did say that I could change if I came up with something else.

Annabelle moved me to a regular salon chair in front of mirrors and started working on my hair. I wondered what she is going to do since my hair was already to my shoulder; surely I didn’t need it any longer. She tilted the chair back and thoroughly shampooed and conditioned it, and then towel dried it. She had a bundle of hair that matched my own color and started gluing them into my hair. Two or three strands in each location were added bringing the new length of my hair to my shoulder blades. Annabelle told me that I would have to learn to handle the longer hair since at this length it can be quite a problem. Every young woman should have hair this long at least once in their life, the extreme femininity of it making a female feel beautiful and pretty.

It took her over three hours to add all the strands in the bundle, but my face looked different with the longer hair framing it. It took her another half hour to cut it, blending the two different lengths into a feminine hairstyle. I was given a cape to wear, after my sex change and took advantage of being clothed some to use the bathroom. There I received another new experience, using the toilet without the usual method is unnerving. It took me a while to relax, but eventually I was able to accomplish the task. I will say it is messy this way, and I don’t know if I will ever get used to wiping my new slit.

It’s like something should be there, but it is missing in action, and then if I wipe too hard or push too hard, I get another sensation that shouldn’t be coming from a male’s groin. But I guess I am not a male anymore since boobs and a vagina are standard equipment on the female model.

Annabelle moved me to another room, with a vanity in front of a large lighted mirror. I am seated directly in front of the mirror. She would do one side of my face while I am expected to do the other. I had to clean off my mistakes more than once, in fact, I repeated the different cosmetics several times. When she was confident that I had some understanding of the basics of makeup, she had me cleanse off my face and apply the makeup to my whole face. I am extremely nervous, had to redo a couple of things but after forty minutes a cute girl is the image I saw in the mirror.

With the makeup under control, earrings were the next subject to be pondered. Annabelle wanted to pierce my ears three times, but I only wanted them done once. She called over another stylist, to get an impartial opinion, but after discussion, it was decided that three piercings would be best.

I received a set of hoops and two studs in each ear. I should have seen through the deception at first, but it sometimes takes me a while to reach minimal mind operating speed. The earrings did look nice, so now with three earrings in each ear, I am ready to be a beauty school student.

During all of this, I remembered Shirley telling me that I would be wearing a uniform at beauty school similar to what the stylists wore at the Turnabout Gurl Salon. I looked around at the stylists here and realized that I would soon be sporting the same dress. It was short, barely covering the upper thighs, with lots of ruffles on the rear of the panties worn underneath.

Normally they could not be seen, but when the stylist bent over the ruffles became quite obvious. The uniform fit very snugly in the upper torso, with a scoop neckline that flaunted the bosom of the person wearing it. The lacy cap sleeves were pure fluff, dancing around with every little movement. I blushed at that thought; I would be wearing the same uniform in beauty school until I managed to graduate and receive my license. Then I realized that I would be wearing it when I came to work here, so my future attire is guaranteed. I know that the blush that I had just experienced would not be my last.

Since Grace had done my nails at the school, all Annabelle had to do was paint my toenails the same color. I looked at myself in the mirror, not seeing any of the former Dennis that at one time inhabited that body. I caught myself twisting to and fro to get a better look at myself. Shirley appeared in the image that I was looking at, assuring me that I was quite beautiful. Another blush, but I did agree with her, I am pretty. I have come a long way from a going nowhere young male to an attractive young female with lots of possibilities in life.

Since I am now a young woman, at least in looks, they were finished with me. I was given lots of hugs, and told that they couldn’t wait until I returned to work in the salon. They all knew my situation, wished me luck and Shirley and I departed. I had the visor mirror down almost immediately, wanting to look at my new image. Shirley was giggling a little, my behavior now matching that of a young teenager, a female teenager.

The next day I did reappear at the beauty school, all of my fellow students spending quite a bit of time appraising my new look. Once the initial evaluation was over everything returned to normal. I was moved up to the advanced group a few days later, then after several months separated out by myself. I spent all my time studying, determined to do well at this career. I spent the weekends in our own beauty salon at home, every moment Shirley was at home I had her in curlers or doing her makeup or both. She never complained, while I was constantly making her over she spent her time studying.

It was early September, a little over a year from when we arrived when I was called into Clarissa’s office. Shown to a desk in the corner and given a test. It was the state Cosmetology exam. I instantly got nervous, not sure if I am ready to take the exam. I started reading the questions, they seemed easier than I first thought and two and a half hours later I was finished. Another lady that had been walking around the salon graded the exam, then handed me a list of services that I need to perform to show my comprehension of the material. She smiled and told me I needed to perform the services on myself.

From what some of the other students had told me that is not how they usually do things. I looked at the list, then went to round up the supplies that I needed. Clarissa has a work station in the corner of her office, so that is where I set up. I am not sure why I have been singled out to do these services on myself, but I wanted the license real bad, so grin and bear it.

Washing and conditioning my hair was first, I knew this was to see if I followed proper procedures. I set my hair in curlers, a curly bob is what I am striving for. Then I needed to add an additional piercing in my ear, again I am sure to see if I follow proper sterilizing procedures before I actually do the piercing. Next on the list is to remove my eyebrows, then pencil in a high arch. I am sure this is to see if I can do hair removal according to the state codes.

Since during classes most of my eyebrows had been removed already it was an easily accomplished feat. Then a facial and full makeup, an evening look is what she wanted. I am not sure what she was looking for here, I don’t remember any specific rules involving makeup other than not using brushes or makeup out of the same container without cleaning the applicator. After I completed the list I was looked over closely, then she went to Clarissa’s office to fill out some forms. She didn’t say I passed, but also didn’t say I flunked the test. I was talking with a few of the other students when she returned and handed me a piece of paper. It was my cosmetology license, I squealed in delight, then hugged the lady. I don’t think she was used to that type of response from students she was testing out. She congratulated me and then left.

All of the other students flocked around me wanting to know what was on the test and if I was nervous doing the tasks on the list. I mentioned a few questions, but Clarissa told the rest that each test is individualized for each student, no two tests the same. It wasn’t too much later when Shirley entered the school to pick me up. I ran to her squealing in delight waving my license at her and almost knocked her down. She caught a hold of my hand holding the license so she could see what I was excited about. I was making a lot of noise but not telling anybody what I had done.

Clarissa handed me a letter of reference to give to the salon where I would be working as we said our goodbyes. I told her I would be back to visit, she might have been my teacher but she meant a whole lot more to me than that. By the time I got to Shirley’s car I was bawling, I would miss everybody, during my life my first true friends. I got treated to a nice dinner in celebration then Shirley drove me to the salon I would be working at.

I was introduced to everybody, given my own work station and got set up for tomorrow’s business. I had to pinch myself several times, I had actually done something to completion, and had excelled in it. To think a year ago I was fighting with my sister about everything, my life going nowhere fast. Now I am a cosmetologist for one of the biggest salon chains in the country doing what I love to do. Yes, hair and makeup forever Denise, life can’t get much better than this.

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