Josie: Sissy By Choice

 Josie: Sissy By Choice

I made the trip home reluctantly. The sudden shock of being let go from a job that I had held for over ten years was still consuming every thought. No advance warning, just called into the bosses office and told I was being let go. No further details given, he pointed to the door implying that the meeting was over. I left the office, but in a daze. I did make it to my office and gathered up my personal things. As I was finishing a security guard showed up to escort me off the property. When I reached my car I just sat there, my mind in turmoil. I eventually started the car and headed home, not sure exactly of my route.

Telling my wife would be the hardest part, although she was a partner in a business with several of her female friends, like most wives I am sure she had become dependent on my income to live off. Luckily for me she was off with her closest friend shopping at a mall in a nearby town, postponing telling her I was no longer employed. I made it home finally, not remembering where I had been, a normal thirty minute trip taking over two hours to make, driving around aimlessly, my mind trying desperately to come to terms with what had transpired today.

Once in the house I deposited my things from my work locker in the spare room then laid down on our bed. That is where Janice found me. She was cuddled up next to me playing with my longish hair and kissing my ear lobe. I panicked, not having figured out what to tell her, now with her presence, a reason for me being home early surely on her mind. She just laid there, staring at me waiting for me to make the first move. I stuttered, starting my explanation several times before I managed to get out the words that I was terminated today.

She hugged me, an action I was not expecting, sharing a very passionate kiss in the process. We laid there in bed, cuddled together, no words exchanged, both of us lost in our thoughts. Finally I managed to tell her I would look for an another job right away, taking whatever I could find so we would not have to dip into our savings to live on. She giggled, telling me not to worry, we have been financially secure for quite some time. I gave her a puzzled look, my mouth open in astonishment.

“Help me make something to eat, and I will explain all to you.” I was dragged to the kitchen, but after she showed me several times what had to be done, I still had failed to do as she wished. In frustration, she pushed me down in a chair and finished the task herself. I nibbled on the sandwich she had prepared, and took a few spoonfuls of the soup she had warmed up.

She started on her explanation. The business her and her friends had started was doing very well, now three more businesses had been bought, each of those contributing profit almost immediately. They had trained managers in each business, her and her friends just keeping tabs on the businesses and banking the profit. In fact most days, they could be found shopping at the local businesses, while always on the lookout for other businesses to invest in and run.

I relaxed some, still uneasy about staying home doing nothing while she was out and about. I had no friends, my few college friends off doing their own thing. We didn’t socialize with other couples, the males in the relationship more wrapped up with hunting or sports then to be with their wife’s when visiting friends.

In the following days I tried to find anything job wise, the economy rather pathetic in our area. In most cases, an application was not even offered to me when I inquired about employment. Two weeks of this and I was getting really desperate. I even tried an employment agency, knowing full well that if they found a job for me it would come at a considerable fee.

I did get a surprise a week later when I received a check in the mail, severance pay as per my original employment contract. I was not even aware that my employment contract had a severance package written in the document. While not a financial windfall, it did ease some of my guilt.

Janice did spend a little more time with me, the conversation mainly about her friends and their personal life. Apparently, her friends had a decidedly different relationship with their spouses, their significant others not employed either, but living as their wife wanted. When she showed me a picture of one of her friend’s spouses, I was shocked. The picture was of a very young girl, dressed as such, her hair curled and wearing makeup. She was sitting in a large play pen, a doll in her hands. It looked like she was kissing the doll.

I made the remark that I didn’t think any of her friends had children. Janice giggled, then said they don’t. This is a picture of Laura’s former husband, now her sissy daughter. I took the photo, looking closer at the young girl in the picture. She looked happy, a smile on her face as she kissed the doll.

I was lost for something else to say, a situation that was totally beyond my comprehension. Janice dropped the subject, talking about what to make for dinner. She did leave me with the photo, one that I frequently looked at over the next few days. If indeed, it was Laura’s former husband why would he allow her to dress him that way and force him to act like a little girl.

In future conversations it turns out that he did so willingly, a lifestyle that he embraced. In fact, he arranged for the initial transformation himself, a present for his wife on their fifteenth anniversary. That was two years ago, a lifestyle they both enjoy and openly embrace. It is a 24/7 existence, always a sissy daughter in looks and actions.

In the ensuing days, bits and pieces of the sissy daughters looks and behavior were dropped into her conversations with me. I was guilty of being more interested in what she was telling me than a normal male might be.

Apparently each of her friends had a sissy daughter, a daughter they were proud of showing them off whenever possible to any one that would look their way. It seems the sissies were loved, always with their Mothers who saw to their every need.

I did learn that the sissies were all transformed at the same business in town, a place that specialized in turning a male into a convincing sissy. A wardrobe came with the transformation along with the appropriate furniture for the sissies new life, namely a crib, play pen and a changing table.

I did an internet search on the business, it turns out to be a branch of a national company specializing in these matters. All of this very confusing but also fascinating. I tried to put it out of my thoughts but failed miserably.

Since the job prospects were so dismal, I did consider what I would do if I could not find employment. I was so pathetic at helping around the house, doing the chores and cooking for Janice a real scary thought. I would probably burn the house down, or worse try to poison her.

Another ten days went by, nothing new and I was almost ready to throw the towel in and join the others to become a sissy daughter. In many of her conversations there were hints of her approval of such an arrangement. Never a demand that I become one, just a hint that she would approve if I did.

I did find out from the internet search that the cost of a sissy transformation was close to eight thousand dollars. Maybe too much to indulge in such a fantasy but the thoughts of becoming a sissy the only thing I could think about. A coincidence maybe but my severance check was for nine thousand dollars, a way to pay for my transformation and join the others as a sissy daughter.

Right or wrong I made my decision, calling the salon that made the transformation to make an appointment. To my utter surprise they could take me right away, having me finished by six o’clock this evening. I agreed, kind of wishing I had more time to think about it, but maybe all of this was meant to be. I finished dressing and drove to the salon. Telling them my name I was ushered into an office, then explained in detail what is involved in the transformation to become a sissy. I had told them to make me a sissy like Laura’s daughter, the only one I had seen a picture of.

Permission slips signed and I was undressed right there. My wallet and ID and keys would be given to my wife when she comes to collect me tonight. I was told they would deliver the furniture in a few hours, while taking all of my male clothes from the house as they left.

The clothes I had worn to the salon were deposited in the garbage, you will not need them anymore, cute dresses and lingerie the only things you will be wearing in the future.

Dragged to another room I was soon hairless body wise, the hair on the top of my head the only thing left. More than one of their techs started on me, my hair washed, nails worked on and my body receiving the needed additions to put me in the female gender. I closed my eyes when all of this started, still a few doubts, but alas too late now to change my mind.

A little later my hair was in curlers, the setting lotion giving me curls for many months. Under a dryer to set the curls while they finished my nails. Now fingernails and toenails a brilliant pink, the fingernails also much longer than before.

Body modifications included small breasts sucked from my body, mine for the rest of my life. My waist reduced significantly in size by a corset, to be worn for a couple of months as it reshaped my waist. The biggest change was my penis hidden away under a false vagina, now the only thing visible down there was a slit surrounded by two lips, just like my Mommy. I let out a huge sigh, that change unsettling me quite a bit. Yes, I knew about it in advance but still hearing about what they were going to do and what it looked like afterward a real shock.

Makeup was next, carefully applied since it would be with me for many months. Then when one of the ladies told me to open my mouth I did so, not realizing exactly what she was going to do. I did so and quickly found myself gagged, the gag affixed around my tongue guaranteeing it to stay put. I had looked at the lady when she did it, her simple explanation that it is permanent, only a nipple would fit in my mouth now, and I would no longer be able to talk. I did not remember seeing that listed in the things to be done to me, but apparently it is something that Laura’s daughter had done. Oh well too late to change that now.

Helped up onto a changing table, a diaper slid under my butt. Another surprise since I figured I would go to the bathroom like an adult. Then set up as a slip was slipped over my head, then a cute frilly dress that buttoned up my back. A pair of heels soon followed, then two pin pricks in the calves of my legs. Another questioning look from me, the tech explaining that I would have to wear heels to walk, otherwise my only way of getting around would be on my hands and knees.

Another huge sigh, seems like I have slipped down the rabbit hole much further than expected. My curlers were removed, my now longish hair laying on my shoulders, curls all over the place.

The final part of the transformation was to stand me in front a mirror, making me look at my image for a half hour, the voice in the head set I had been given saying you are sissy Josie now, over and over. The image was definitely a sissy, no doubt there. I do hope Janice will be happy with her sissy daughter Josie.

It wasn’t but a few minutes after my image session with the mirror that Janice showed up, I was hugged so hard I was afraid she would crack a rib. Then she reached into her purse removing a collar adorned with jewels and locked it around my neck, a leash followed and I was led from the salon. I did get hugged by all the ladies that worked on me, each hug felt so good. Deposited in Janice’s car, in the back seat in a bigger than usual child’s seat. My leash fastened around the head rest keeping me secured.

I glanced around the parking lot looking for my car that I had driven to the salon in, now no sign of it to be had. Janice explained when she saw me looking around that she had it towed off, once I was safely in the salon getting transformed. It will be sold, something you will never need again.

Once home I was helped out of the child’s seat and led into the house. She stopped in the kitchen, removing a baby bottle that she had left in a warmer. She held it up to my mouth, sliding the nipple into my mouth. I immediately sucked the warm milk into my mouth, it did wonders to quench my thirst. I guess I will get all of my nourishment from a baby bottle now. Once the bottle was finished off to a bedroom, upon entering I saw the furniture that came with the transformation spread around the room. Led to a changing table and helped up on it. My diaper exposed and removed. My face beet red, it was soaked, with me not realizing I had even wet the diaper. Changed, with Janice smiling the whole time she worked on me. Then dragged to our bedroom, and laid on the bed. Janice changed clothes, then joined me cuddling me as close as she could manage. I was kissed, her pulling me even closer to her body as she fondled me with my curly hair twisted around one of her fingers most of the time. She closed her eyes and soon was asleep, as I just laid there staring at the ceiling.

I felt loved and cherished, knowing I would never want for anything in my sissy life. My Mommy will see to my care and loving, all I need to do is be a good sissy.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Audrey; A Model For Femgerie

Audrey; A Model For Femgerie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Sissykins: A Perfect Sissy

Sissykins: A Perfect Sissy

Susie had called me just before quitting time. I could tell she was excited, her words rapidly flowing out of her mouth, her speech slightly slurred. She wanted me to meet her at our favorite restaurant for dinner, her treat. That in itself was unusual, her job as a stylist for one of the salons in town paid well, but the restaurant we liked was very much on the expensive side. I told her I could be there at five-thirty, a little over an hour from now. I smiled, it is not often my wife gets excited about anything, whatever this is she is totally wound up.

I finished up my work, put things away and headed out. It was about a thirty minute drive to our favorite eatery, the whole trip spent wondering what has happened to make her so jubilant. As I parked she was walking back and forth in front of the place looking for my car. Wow, this news must be awesome for her to get this wrapped up in it. As soon as I parked she was at my car door dragging my body out. Then as she leaned forward she planted an erotic kiss on my lips while squeezing my ass. No complaints from me, but it did make me wonder what her news is. Well wonder is not nearly strong enough, concerned might be a better choice of words. I headed towards the door as she was glued to my side making walking a little difficult.

We were seated right away, since she had called ahead and made reservations. A private booth in one of their alcoves no less. Now I was more than intrigued, this was costing her a bundle, the private booth even too expensive for me to use, when I made reservations for us on occasion. Then to add to the mystery our drinks were brought to us right away, along with an appetizer. She had apparently ordered ahead since we never were offered a menu. I stared at her, trying to get her to spill the beans, I couldn’t even think of anything that could have happened to cause this much excitement for her. All I got was a smirk from her, now she was purposefully denying me the reason for her being so happy. A favorite game of hers when she could manage to pull it off. I asked key questions to try and get some useful information from her, but alas she was on top of her game, vaguely answering my questions but not a hint of what was behind all of this.

I finally gave up, knowing I would not find out anything until she was ready to divulge it. The meal was delicious, everything I loved to eat and never allowed myself to order mainly because of the cost. After we had finished eating the check was brought out. I watched closely as she took a look at it, then reached into her purse and pulled out a platinum Am. Express card. She signed the ticket leaving a tip on it that was quite substantial. The waiter brought her a copy of the bill then closed the curtain around the booth allowing us some privacy. She scooted up right next to me, taking my hand in hers and delivering another toe curling kiss. I was told to remain quiet until she had explained everything, then I will be allowed a question or two. Another erotic kiss and she started in.

Her boss Francine, the owner of the salons came in today and took her out to lunch. Since I was booked up solid another stylist had to take a couple of my customers to free me up. She is building another salon in town a branch of her Turnabout Gurl Salons, the one I am presently employed at.

“I was offered the position of general manager of the new salon, to finish setting it up and hire the necessary staff to run it. I am also responsible for the advertising for the new salon, doing whatever is necessary to make it successful. We talked for over three hours with her giving me some hints on what she envisions for the new salon and how she would like to see it developed.”

“I was reluctant to take the job, since it seemed way above what I could handle. We talked some more while she asked me how I would develop the concept if it was up to me. My mind came up with several ideas, not having a clue where they came from. After I finished telling her my ideas, she reached over and hugged me, telling me I start tomorrow. Before I could say anymore I was handed a sheet with my name on the top, with a salary figure that blew my mind, a long list of benefits and attached to the sheet the American Express card I used tonight. I was given the address of the new salon, with her telling me that it would be ready to accept customers in ten days.”

I was told to take you out to dinner tonight, wining and dining you. Keep in mind that maybe he could fill an essential part in the development of the new salon. Maybe an example of what the new salon could do for its customers. I have been thinking about it all day, and you know she is right. A perfect spot for you, my beloved close to me where I can indulge in some kissing and groping when I desire it. But even better a perfect example of what is possible at the salon. Best of all it is where I can take care of you, seeing to your every need in the days to come.

Now the part you might be reluctant to participate in. The name of the new salon is Turnabout Sissies, where all of the cute sissies come to get sissified and find dreamy clothes to wear. We do everything from changing their apparent gender, to providing the cute dresses a sissy needs to wear. That includes makeup, a cute sissy hairstyle, long elegant nails and many other feminine treatments.

You will be ideal as the perfect sissy, one that prospective customers can look at and see how there own sissy might look after their transformation. No work involved, just allow us to transform you into the perfect sissy, then just be available to be seen when customers arrive.

I scooted away from her wanting to put a little more distance between us till I could figure out exactly what my part in this would entail. She was not to be deterred, following me closely with me now pinned up against the end of the booth. She leaned in and unleashed the big guns, the kiss that I then experienced causing a great turmoil within my body. I wanted to let go and enjoy the kiss, even junior had risen to the occasion, but alarm bells were going off. I doubted if I let my guard down I would be long for the masculine gender. Her hand found my erection and worked its magic, causing a few low moans to escape my lips. Another kiss and I had a hard time remembering my name, much less anything else.

The assault on my senses continued for quite some time, with me finally giving in some and allowing her to try her idea on me. I was sure I would look ridiculous, so one look at the finished product and she will have to make other plans. There was some doubt though, I am far from being classified as a he man, a life behind a desk not much for developing a male physique. At one hundred and thirty pounds and a little over five foot six, my real claim to be male resided with having a substantial male organ. Well, I thought it was substantial. One that my wife adored and took advantage of extensively.

I had mistakenly let my hair grow longer than normal, a fact that might make my transformation easier for her. Too late to do anything about the length now.

She continued her assault, with me twisting and turning trying to keep from coming right there in the restaurant. She sensed how close I was, kissing me hard, her tongue in my mouth almost to my throat. It did muffle my vocal outburst, while I deposited quite a load of goo in my underwear. Then just like nothing happened, she slid out of the booth and dragged me along. Right through the crowded restaurant, my face so red, with my one hand trying to cover up my groin some. I am sure there was quite a wet spot there, the thin pants I wore today not doing anything to hide the problem.

Once outside I looked down at my groin, seeing a huge wet spot, with trails of wetness down both pant legs. I was already bright red, so there was no further enhancement possible in the humiliation department. Suzie’s remark about me wearing diapers in the future not of any help.

She had me leave my car at the restaurant, she would have someone retrieve it tomorrow. I was helped into her car having to sit on a towel so as to not get the seat wet. She headed off looking my way often. To make matters worse she did not drive towards home, but to the new salon. I pleaded with her, but sitting in a puddle of your own cum not very much of a confidence builder. Arriving at the salon I was impressed at the size of the place, meanwhile she was leading me in and back to one of the rooms at the rear of the salon. I was quickly assisted in losing my clothes, the soiled pants and underwear put in a garbage bag. Now naked I was helped up onto a table and secured there, arms and legs in restraints at the side and end of the table. I was in a daze watching what she was doing, but did not utter a peep, content to just watch and hope for the best..

Protesting was now an afterthought, since I was already helpless to do anything about it. She took a towel and cleaned me up. More red showing up, a wife seeing to the aftermath of her effect on me. I found my voice, asking to be let go, then muttering words about how I couldn’t control myself, she just leaned in again and laid another sensuous kiss on me silencing my mutterings.

When she withdrew her face from mine, she had a pair of tongs in her hand, reaching into my mouth with them and grabbing my tongue. I stared at her trying to figure out what she was doing. The tongs had locked onto my tongue, words were now impossible and my mouth was open in disbelief. She placed something around my tongue, right behind the clamped on tongs. I felt her snap something shut and the tongs were removed from my mouth. Whatever she had placed around my tongue was secure, nothing I tried would dislodge it. I tried to say a few words, but nothing came out but gibberish.

She smiled at me, now that we have that mouth controlled we can take care of other matters. I tried to make a pitiful face at her, but she just gave me another kiss and continued with her agenda.

Once more she cleaned around my male organ, then applied an ice pack to the area. I violently twisted and turned trying to avoid the sudden cold. Another string of gibberish escaping my mouth, but to no avail. The ice had started melting before she removed the ice pack, then she started fitting something around my frozen male appendage. I couldn’t feel anything down there still in shock at what was transpiring. I heard a click, then Suzie placed a necklace around her neck with a single key on it. I looked down at my groin now only seeing my penis locked in a tube, with an attached band behind my testicles. My substantial male organ now shrunk and quite pathetic.

Another kiss from Suzie, then she proceeded to slip a diaper under my butt. I closed my eyes tightly, hoping this nightmare would cease to exist once I opened them again. No such luck, the diaper being secured around my body with pink diaper pins. It felt like more than one diaper, so much between my legs I couldn’t put them together any more.

She did gather up both of my hands in hers after releasing me, explaining what she had done and why. The tongue clamp was to limit my ability to complain, you agreed to help and we have to see if you will make a suitable sissy. The chastity device is to make sure you don’t spurt off again. Really right in the restaurant, your timing needs some adjusting. The diaper is to make my life easier, so I don’t have to constantly clean up behind you. Now I need to find you some shoes and a dress and then see what we have managed to accomplish. I was left there hands free but feet still restrained. I laid there wondering where all of this is going, and why I have put up with everything so far.

The dress she came back with was so over the top, a short little piece of nothing that barely covered my groin. Lacey, and covered in pictures of kitties, a most juvenile looking dress. The shoes though took the prize, nothing but a jumble of straps attached to a towering heel. It took her twenty minutes to affix them to my foot, I could see removing them would be nearly impossible. Finally released from the table I was helped to stand, then dragged over to a mirror. As soon as I saw my image I knew all was lost, a cute sissy dressed in heels and a juvenile dress was all there was to see. I imagine when she added other treatments she would have her sissy for advertising purposes. I closed my eyes, let out a huge sigh and tried to think of how I could live with this.

But soon remembered I didn’t have any choice. Already resembling a sissy, with just a dress, diaper and heels, further enhancements likely to put me firmly in the sissy hall of fame.

As if that was not enough, she led me to a chair near a sink, washed and conditioned my hair, then added a spray of something to the lock of hair in her hand then wound it on a curler. Repeated many times over my whole head receiving the curlers. Way too many to count each curler wound tight giving me a slight headache.

Next on her agenda was to do my makeup. She used more makeup than I thought possible, but the image in the mirror reflected the look she was striving for. I looked much younger, and so juvenile. It didn’t even look like I had any makeup on. A stint under the dryer to set my curls, then when she brushed it out I now looked like I was eight or nine years old, just big for my age.

Her smile said it all, I would be her perfect sissy from now on, confined to her salon showing all the customers what their own sissy could look like.

I was then taken home, dressed as a sissy, to be taken care of like a child from now on. When we entered the house, things had changed. The playpen in the middle of the living room an indication of the degree of changes. I was led back to the guest bedroom, to find it had been turned into a nursery. A crib, a changing table and a shelving unit loaded with diapers. My diaper was changed, and then a onesie replaced my infant dress. The heels were replaced by a pair of lacy socks. Ribbons were wrapped around each curl of my hair to keep the curls from getting tangled up during the night. The look so childish.

I was helped up into the crib, a strap secured over my stomach to keep me from rolling out of the crib. The strap buckled underneath the crib, so that I could not release it. A kiss on the end of my nose and she turned on the mobile over the crib. Sleep well Sissykins, you have a long day tomorrow.

I was left there, put to bed and it was not even seven o’clock. She returned about fifteen minutes later with a baby bottle in her hands. I shook my head, not wanting anything to do with what she was planning for me. The nipple of the bottle was slipped into my mouth, my tongue no longer able to push it out. My throat was rubbed a little, causing me to start sucking on the nipple. The warm milk had the desired effect, I was soon asleep after finishing the bottle.

I did wake up later, my diaper soaked, causing me to cry and whine wanting out of the crib along with a dry diaper. Mommy to the rescue, my diaper changed then I was put back in my crib. I did get back to sleep dreaming of cure little sissy dresses and being ogled at the new salon.

She woke me up with a kiss on the nose, then changed my diaper yet again. She dressed me in another sissy dress, this one had tons of petticoats attached, but was so short my diaper was still visible. Off to the salon for my first day of being seen, advertising what the salon could do for their sissy. The salon had not had a grand opening yet, but was open to the public as they finished setting up the styling areas. I was surprised at the number of customers they had so early in the morning, from my vantage point in the play pen near the reception area. I was placed in my home for the day, as a belt was fastened around my waist keeping me in the playpen. I couldn’t unfasten the belt, since my hands had been placed in mittens, rendering them useless.

Most of the females coming into the salon with their future sissies stopped to take in my appearance, telling the receptionist they wanted their sissy to look like me. My future sealed, a sissy for all to see and emulate. A perfect sissy.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Hanna: A Sissy’s Life

Hanna: A Sissy’s Life

It was that time of year again, parties and holiday gatherings, everyone wanting to get in the act somehow. We had hosted a costume party last year, so that left us off the hook for hosting a party this year. Since my wife had several prominent businesses in town, it was kinda of expected that we would come to any party we were invited to. I was a work from home husband, making small investments and dabbling a little in the stock market. I had managed to do quite well when I first started, and banked the proceeds. Essentially we were set for life, providing we didn’t get carried away with our spending.

Janice wanted something to do to keep her occupied, so that is the reason for her businesses. Among her holdings was a beauty salon, that was a branch of a national chain. Then we have her woman’s boutique, where she imported a lot of European fashions, ones that were not normally seen in the U.S. A children’s clothing store was her latest acquisition, occupying most of her time as she revamped it to her liking. The store had a huge unused space that was part of the building, her idea was to open a daycare there. Her idea was as the parents came to drop off their children or pick them up, some of them will shop the clothing store at one time or another. I could see some merit to her idea, so I encouraged her more than I usually did with her other businesses.

We were debating what parties we were going to attend this year, as we consumed the take out food she had picked up on her way home. I was more than happy to partake of her selections, since she had stopped at the local Mexican restaurant I adored. The food was so good, my sudden silence because I was stuffing my face with the goodies.

Party wise we had fifteen invitations, ten of them we were pretty much required to attend, since they were hosted by close friends or business acquaintances of hers. Unfortunately for us our costume party was such a hit last year that eight of the gatherings were going to be costume parties this year. They so liked our party last year that they wanted to use the same idea for theirs. They did vary the theme a little, to keep from all the parties having the same type of costumes involved.

I left the costume selection up to Janice, my total lack of imagination and willingness to dress differently left me out of the picture completely. She had quite a bit of fun choosing parts of our costumes, each day she would have several bags with her when she made it home. The contents were stashed somewhere, and the few questions I had asked of her about the costumes were totally ignored.

The first party ended up getting canceled, the hostess suffering an appendix attack the day before the party. One down and nine more on the schedule. I guess I really didn’t mind the costumes and the party atmosphere but quite a few of the attendees were stuck up, thinking more about their lives and social standing than any thing else. That rubbed me the wrong way. One of the worst was my wife’s sister, although they got along fantastically her sister and I were like oil and water. If given the chance she would go out of her way to annoy or embarrass me. I tried to keep my distance from her, unfortunately she will be at all of the remaining parties.

The biggest party was scheduled at the end of the week, it was so big that they had rented out the high school gym to have the party at. Janice made sure I would be available the day of the party, since a few things had to be done to me before my costume could be donned. I should have inquired more at her revelation, but decided whatever it was I would have to live with it.

Early the next morning I was shoved out of bed by a giggling Janice, dressed in some sweats and dragged from the house. A short ride to her salon and pushed in, then back to a private room in the back. Undressed, then slathered in a cream by one of her employees. I was suddenly red, the embarrassment at being seen naked too much for me this early in the day. A little while later the cream was wiped off, my body hair leaving with the cream.

After the back side was treated the same way, they focused on my hair. Washed and conditioned, than cut in a style, followed by being set in curlers. I looked at Janice skeptically, her smirk the only reaction from her. Letting my hair grow down to my shoulders perfect for what she had in mind for me today. Once the curlers were all in place my eyebrows were shaped, my ears pierced, then some makeup was applied to my face. The image in the mirror in front of me was no longer masculine, but by the same token I was not overly feminine in looks. The curlers were removed, my hair brushed then placed in curly pigtails, with curly bangs across my forehead, and a few tendrils of loose curls over each ear. The pigtails were secured by the use of tons of ribbon, secured around each bunch of hair, then tied in a bow with the remaining streamers flowing down my back and shoulders.

A robe was slipped on my shoulders and I was taken to one of her stores a couple of blocks away. When she walked up to her children’s clothing store door I put on the brakes.

Being naked under the robe with my hair in pigtails left me at a disadvantage. I soon found myself in one of their dressing rooms, the robe removed and goose pimples sprouting all over my body. Janice left me there for a few minutes, as she gathered up the other parts of my costume. When she reappeared the bundle of clothing she was carrying did not look favorable to my wish for a costume I could live with. She grabbed the first item on top of the pile and approached me asking me to open my mouth. I saw it was a gag of some sort, debating in my mind if I will succumb to its insertion or put up a fuss. She hesitated for a minute then pointed to the cuffs now on top of the pile. I presume if I make a fuss I will indeed be wearing the gag, with maybe other types of restraints added to the mix.

The gag fit tightly behind my teeth, with parts of it encircling my tongue. She used a tool to secure everything, my tongue now trapped securely in its embrace. She did set the cuffs to the side, my reaction to that one of great relief. I was blindfolded, a huge scarf used to accomplish the feat. I felt her playing with my male appendage, with him quickly rising to attention as she touched it. I felt a cool spray then nothing. I imagine she was still working in that area, but couldn’t be sure since I could feel nothing down there.

I felt some stockings being rolled up my leg, and secured to something wrapped around my waist. Next was a bra, slipped over my arms and fastened behind my back. I felt her slide my foot into some shoes, the sudden arch of my foot implying heels of some sort. Then a dress slid over my head. There seemed to be way too much fabric involved here, since I felt like I was swallowed entirely within its embrace. I finally felt my head emerge from all of the fabric, the dress buttoned up my back. Earrings for my new piercings, then some type of glove slid over my hands. The glove felt wet but as slippery as they were I figured I could easily escape their embrace. My blindfold was removed, the image I saw after my eyes adjusted to the light quite a shock. I was dressed like a young girl, maybe six or seven years old.

I was told to stay there as she had to change into her costume. As she went to her office to change in walks her sister. I am eyed up immediately, a bigger then huge smirk appearing on her face. I am carefully examined, even raising my skirt to see what was under it. I tried to hold it down but the gloves were getting stiff, keeping me hindered in my ability to evade her probing. She stepped away for a few moments then returned with the handcuffs hanging from her finger. Before I could escape my hands were captured and secured behind my back. With the gag I could not holler for help, so I was hopeless.

I moaned quite a bit, the only sound I could make. She went to get her purse, then returned with something in her hand. I was pushed over to a table and laid across it with my hair ribbons secured to the legs of the table on the opposite table. She raised the back of my skirt, sticking a finger in my anus. She wiggled it a little with me trying to escape her actions. Then I felt something larger being stuck in my ass, then in one push it was shoved in all the way. I felt a little movement near my groin, the feeling slowly returning to that organ. I felt a click, the intruder she had inserted now secured to the apparatus around my male appendage. It was severally restricting, my male organ suffering and the intruder in my ass pulled hard to the front, causing all kinds of discomfort in my butt.

She released me from the table as she lowered my skirt helped me to stand up, suggesting that I ignore what she had done or she will expose me at the party. Janice returned dressed as a Nanny, her low cut blouse and apron showing off her cleavage and breasts. Her sister and her hugged, then talked about what the party we were headed to was going to be like. I was led from the store to Janice’s car with me being sat in the back seat. I almost came out of the car when my butt hit the seat, her intruder being shoved deeper into my backside. That also pulled my male organ back, since the two were attached. I squirmed but was having a hard time lifting my butt off the seat. The gloves she had put on me earlier were now stiff, my fingers unable to move or bend. I finally had to just relax letting my butt fall to the seat, as I was impaled to the hilt. Her sister Beth has been watching me, her bigger than normal smile and subsequent smirk quite obvious. Janice had no clue what had been done to me, since my outward appearance had not changed since she dressed me.

It was a long tortuous drive to the high school gym, then the realization I would be trussed up this way until the party was over, almost three hours from now. I was helped out of the car, Beth doing the honors. The smile on her face was huge as she made me slide to the door then helped me stand up. My legs were weak, sliding on the seat doing all kinds of weird things to my intruder and male appendage. I eventually recovered some and was able to walk the remainder of the way to the party.

Since I could not talk, I was kept close to them as they wondered the gym talking to all of their friends. I was introduced as Janice’s sissy, out for a stroll before it was my bed time. I did make it two hours into the party without any more disasters. Then Beth came up to me grabbing my arm and leading me towards the center of the gym. I did my best to resist but found myself next to several others near several mattresses spread out on the floor of the gym. My fellow subjects were dressed like babies one other dressed as a sissy like me. We were laid down on the mattresses, then made to cuddle each other. I got matched up with the other sissy, our wrists secured together with scarves. I looked around for Janice, hoping she would come and save me from Beth.

No such luck, an hour later I was still cuddled next to my fellow sissy, who had fallen asleep. I did notice Janice coming my way, hoping that she would remove me from this disaster. She did untie my wrists and led me to her car, the dreaded seat again as I was made to sit, then slide further over. My whole rear end was somewhat numb now, but I still felt it more than I expected. Back to our house, Beth coming in for a few minutes. Janice went to change as Beth removed the intruder and did something with the thing around my male organ. I heard several clicks again, letting out a big sigh. She kissed me on the lips, then seeing the tool Janice had used on my gag, picked it up and dropped it into her purse. A sinister smile and she was gone, as she yelled to Janice she would see her tomorrow. I drooped my head, screwed again, probably better than Beth has been able to do so in the past.

I was led to the bedroom and helped out of my dress, the heels were removed and the stockings with them. She checked my little fella, then searched for a key to unlock him from his chastity cage. She muttered about not remembering using a lock, but still went through all her keys searching for one that would work. Finding nothing that would work she told me she would get someone to cut the lock off tomorrow. The same was done to my gag, I could tell she was getting frustrated since the tool for it was now missing. I got a couple of kisses to make it all better, then she went to the kitchen to get me something to drink. When she returned she had a baby bottle with her, she leaned my head back, opened my lips and squeezed the liquid into my mouth, It was messy but I did get something to drink and a little nourishment also. She had to clean me up, more of it on my face then what had landed in my mouth.

Next was the bathroom, where I was taken to the commode and pushed down on it. Since my cage would not come off, I had to sit to pee. I was handed some toilet paper, but I just held up my hands stiff and unable to grab a hold of anything. She left to get something from her vanity, but was gone for several minutes. When she returned she told me that the solvent for the gloves was also missing, wondering what was going on. She had me spread my feet wider apart and used the toilet paper to wipe for me. She debated finding a pair of panties for me, but decided to get to my play toy the panties would just be in the way.

She laid me in bed, then spooned me from behind, pulling me close to her and holding me tightly. She did woman handle me most of the night, my thingy played with even though he was in a chastity cage, My nipples were rubbed and squeezed, now I had two more spots on my body that were sore and abused. I tried to get her attention the next morning I had to pee in the worst way, and feared any more delay and I would wet the bed. Janice did wake up and seeing my distress took me to the bathroom. Afterwards she told me I would be left at the daycare for the day, that way someone could help me when needed. Besides you can play with the young females since you will be dressed just like them. After putting on her clothes, she dressed me in another frilly dress, minus the stockings and heels. With my hand in hers she led me out of the house, into the car and buckled in. I sure didn’t want to be left in the daycare, but since I could not take care of myself I saw no other option. I was getting hungry, what I have received in the last twenty four hours almost nothing.

I was led into the daycare, the ladies working there giggling at my appearance. Janice explained what needed to be done, then told the ladies to make sure I got to play with the other girls later. I was led off to another separate room and fed a bottle. Still messy, but it sure hit the spot. Whatever was in it tasted much better than what Janice had fed me last night. Then another lady entered carrying a diaper with her. I tried to back pedal some, but she soon had a hold of my arm laying me on a table. She explained that if they could not help me when I needed to go to the bathroom, this will keep me from messing up my pretty dress. I sighed, then allowed her to put the diaper on me. Attired in the diaper I was laid in a crib and a belt tightened around my waist to keep me from falling out of the crib. The side was left down, since I had to hop up in the crib, I weighed too much to lift. A pacifier was stuck in my mouth, although with the gag I could not suck on it, she thought I looked cute with it. The ribbon was tied behind me, keeping it secure and not able to fall out. No way for me to get it out, my hands still useless.

I dozed off, yesterday events still quite clear in my mind. At least, when I am asleep I can tune some of that out. I was awakened with a hand on my thingy, checking to make sure it was still securely locked up. When my eyes focused on who was touching me down there I saw Beth. Apparently she had unpinned my diaper, it laying loose around my body. I panicked, looking around for someone to save me. She leaned closer, kissing me on the nose.

“I just had to come and see you before I left the area, my work almost done but still a few things that I need to finish.” She pulled my lips back and squirted something into my mouth, it tasted horrible and was sticky.

“That will glue your teeth to the metal in the gag, assuring that your silence will be permanent. A sissy does not need to talk, just to do as she is told. Now what can we do about that thing in the chastity cage?”

She moved it around a little bit, then after some contemplation removed the lock from the cage. Before it had a chance in inflate some she pulled it into a sleeve, then placed the sleeve against a spot on my groin. More of that glue was used to glue the head of my penis to the sleeve, since a portion of it was sticking out of the sleeve. Then she glued the sleeve to my groin, the tip right next to my ass hole. A silicone vagina was pulled out of a bag and glued over everything as she matched the hole in it to my anus, then assured the edges were all smooth and glued down.

She whispered in my ear, that any penetration of my anus will rub against the head of my penis, most likely causing an eruption of that organ. My cum flowing out of my new slit. The glue is almost permanent, needing surgical removal to dispose of it. Since your thingy is glued inside the sleeve, that might cause you to permanently lose your favorite play toy. Now one last thing and I will leave you alone. She removed a syringe from her bag and stuck it in my arm, depressing the syringe filling me with its contents. A big smile appeared then she explained she had injected me with a slow release hormone, lasting for several years. Once you secondary female characteristics are formed I doubt they will vanish when the hormone level subsides.

“Now Janice has a sissy for real, one that will do what ever she wants. If you fail to please her I am not sure you will be able to find anyone to take of you. Food and basic bodily functions now requiring lots of help. You do not have to thank me, it is the least I can do for you. Be good and I will keep an eye on you from afar, I am sure Janice will not be pleased with what I have done, but somebody had to do it. Give me a kiss and I will be going.”

She leaned over me and kissed my nose again, the tears coming from my eyes running alongside my nose and dripping into my mouth.

One of the gals from the daycare came into the room, as Beth walked out. She checked on me that hurriedly left the room. I heard some shouting from the other room, the lady telling someone to get a hold of Janice and get her here immediately. I closed my eyes, hoping that all of this was a bad dream. Unfortunately when they re-opened again it was no dream. Janice came into my vision and I reached up with my arms to hold her. She undid the belt holding me to the crib, then encompassed me in a giant hug. I was hugged hard feeling her tears dripping on my face. We stayed like that for quite some time, the feeling of being loved meant so much to me. As I calmed down some she appraised my body to see what changes had been made to me. Then I saw her reach to the end of the crib and pull down a note that had been left for her.

She read the note keeping one hand on my body so that I would not feel alone. She must have re-read the note several times since she seemed to take forever. Lots more tears were shed by her, as she grabbed me again and hugged me extra hard. She never read me what was on the note, I presumed Beth told her what she had done to me. All most likely permanent, leaving me helpless to even make it to the next day.

Things changed that day, from that day forward I was never left alone for even one minute, someone or Janice to look after me and my needs. The only thing Janice could reverse was the gloves that got stiff on my hand. With a new bottle of solvent the gloves slid off leaving me able to bend my fingers once again. That was curtailed some when I received extensions on my fingernails, but they were so pretty, so I didn’t mind the new restrictions on the use of my fingers.

I never spoke another word even though Janice found someone that might be able to remove my gag, I shook my head when she told me about the procedure, but I stomped my foot shaking my head no when she asked if I didn’t want to be able to talk again. Janice found several new play toys that she could use to please me, and with my fingers able to bend again I managed to get her to scream in ecstasy quite often.

The hormones did their job, my hips filling out and my breast forms replaced by the real thing in a one size larger cup. My skin got softer, my complexion was like porcelain, not a blemish anywhere. Even my lashes lengthened, now I could save on the use of mascara. I felt bad that somebody had to be with me all the time, but I loved being cared for and watched after.

The first Christmas we received a package from out west. It was addressed to me, so I hurriedly opened it to find a card and a piece of paper attached to it. The card said Merry Christmas, the attached paper was a new birth certificate in the name I now used. Janice had attempted to get one for me earlier, but was denied every time she tried. I looked it over then noticed the gender box said female with sissy in parenthesis. I had this huge smile on my face, Beth was keeping an eye on me from afar, this just proving that fact. Hanna is a real sissy and loved to bits, I couldn’t be happier. A sissy life, to be loved and treasured forever.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Crystal; Dropped Into The Deep End

Crystal; Dropped Into The Deep End

I never knew my sister was so cunning, here I was at our mountain cabin, with no transportation, only a cell phone and the things she had dropped off for me. The problem was what she chose to leave me with for my stay. Not exactly what I had in mind when I had seen this adventure as a chance to get away from it all to get a better perspective on life.

I really wanted to do something special this year, the year that I graduated from college. It has been a tough year for me, a better and more truthful answer would be it has been four years of hell. I was never a gifted student, I studied hard and could recite it back to make good grades, but truly learning the material quite often escaped me.

My other weakness is my interaction with people; I am kind of shy, wanting to distance myself from any social interaction. I could interact with people in a normal way, but I usually avoided it with a passion. I hardly ever started a conversation or asked a question of someone; I might think of doing it, but when the time came, I would balk, tongue tied to the hilt. This shyness tended to make me more of a loner as time passed.

During my four years of college, I got close to maybe three people. Incidentally, all were partners in labs or class projects. Now that college is out of the way I wanted a little time to indulge myself in other interests. I know a lot of students take a sabbatical or year off from studies, especially after graduation. I needed some time to figure out if anything is to be done with my degree.

The degree is in English Literature, the only subject that I could pass without major effort and sweat. I loved to read, often getting involved in a book and reading it from cover to cover before I put it down. It didn’t make any difference who the author was, as long as the story flowed some. For some reason, I tended to like the more romantic stories, not the Harlequin type, but where the heroine finds love after a difficult struggle.

Consequently, most of my favorite authors are female, their grasp of love and its struggles much better than the typical male author. Maybe my love of the romantic things in life has influenced me to such a degree that I have withdrawn a little from it. What I read in books is not something you find in real life, so settling for what is out there becomes what life is about for me now, often a very disappointing choice.

Like most things in my life, I wasn’t sure how to go about planning my escape from life and where I could do it at. I didn’t want to stay at home, too many old friends from high school. I say friends, but they were more like people that I knew from school. Through my twenty-two years on this planet, I had no real friends, just some people that I knew better than others.

I was born Chris Edward Diamond, but eventually, everybody just called me Chrissie. I was quite tall almost five foot ten inches tall, tipping the scales at 155 lbs. My supposedly masculine features never quite materialized as they somehow never found their way to my body. Hence, I was narrow shouldered, with a smaller chest than normal.

The one fault that is often noticed is that I have a very pudgy appearance. The pleasing plump look has been with me for several years. Most of the noticeable fat at my love handles and waist. I exercised some, but none of the stubborn fat retreated, it just stared back at me from any image that I saw in a mirror.

This did not mean that I looked effeminate. I have been told that I am a handsome male, not necessarily macho or exceptional in the looks department. Still, all things considered, I was a member of the male species in good standing, just not in the top fifty percent of the group. Maybe that should be lucky to be in the group at all.

What I lacked in my chest did manage to find its way to my waist and hips, not a bubble butt, but way more than a male should be seen with. My face is rather small with prominent cheekbones and surrounded with more hair than on two normal people. The thickness is the problem, haircuts usually requiring a thinning before they even attempted to trim it.

My parents were away in Europe spending all their children’s possible inheritance after deciding that after the last kid had graduated from college, it is time to have some fun of their own. At home is my older sister, a consultant for small businesses with regards to financial and tax matters. Since starting her own business four years ago, she has done quite well. This last year she hired her first employees and just recently decided to expand again.

It really pisses me off that everything she touches seems to take off, the fact that she had a 4.0-grade point average all during college, just so unfair. She never had to study, barely cracked a book during her four years. Fortunately, for me she had not been interested in dating, keeping my parents focused on her as the sole source of grandchildren. If she had married, I would be the focus of my parent’s desire for grandchildren since I would then be the last one to get married, adding to the potential pool of grand kid producing progeny.

Sis still lived at home, a fact that escaped any reasoning that I tried to apply to the matter. Home being a spacious ranch house in Paradise Valley near Phoenix. Constance, my sister, located her business in the northern suburbs of Phoenix, fifteen minutes from our family home. Since her office is so close, she decided to keep living at home, part convenience, and part the fact that she could always squeeze a dollar till it screamed.

Since I hadn’t decided anything yet, I gave into Constance’s request to come home for a while until I decided what to do. I arrived a few days later with all my worldly belongings, determined to make the visit a brief one.

Once home Sis and I covered all the gaps in our memory resulting from my stay at college. After covering all of my college escapades, she asked me what I was thinking of doing for the near future. “I am undecided since the job market is still very soft. A few companies were beginning to recover, but the majority were still in wait and see mode.”

She suggested that I put out a few feelers while I am home to see if anything popped up.

I told her I would, asking if she had any particular businesses in mind. She handed me a list of ten companies that might be worth checking into while I am here.

“I will start tomorrow. Meanwhile, do you have any ideas for where I could stay or things to do for my time away from the grid?”

She thought for a minute, then suggested that I spend a few months at the family’s cabin in northern Arizona. The cabin is a fairly good sized house located in the Tonto National Forest. It is not on government land but on a fifty-acre parcel surrounded by the national forest. There were two parcels of privately owned land in the middle of the forest, one owned by my family, and one owned by our neighbors.

Our dads had built the houses shortly after getting married, and we had vacationed in them quite often. It was not a secret that our family’s shared a friendship that has prevailed for many years, not often talked about but never denied. I asked Sis if Becky was going up there this year, our neighbor’s daughter was still here as her parents were sharing the holiday in Europe with our parents.

She told me that she didn’t think so since she was involved in obtaining her cosmetology license. Becky had gone to San Diego for her training and is helping her Mother’s friend at her beauty salon in town for a couple of weeks after she got back. She had not yet applied for her license, wanting to make sure that she had mastered all the material.

The next morning I started on the list of companies that Sis suggested for me to turn in an application. Most of them were electronic companies since a lot of the economy in the Valley of the Sun is computer and electronic technology. At least here, I was greeted in a friendly manner where back east an application for a job was usually acknowledged by a scowl and a grunt.

A lot of the businesses were close to each other, located primarily in the eastern part of Phoenix and the in the corridor of Tempe, Mesa, and Chandler. By four, o’clock I had turned in applications at all of the companies on her list. In fact, I was offered an interview at one of the companies tomorrow at ten A.M. Since my degree was not in electronics or business, the positions that I might be qualified for were in their advertising and promotion departments. Most of these companies did a lot of their own advertising and promotion, in fact, the company that I had an interview with was looking to add to their advertising department.

I don’t think anything will come of it, but it was an interview, something I had not ever achieved back east. I made it back home about five-thirty, the evening rush hour traffic considerably more than I remembered. As I entered the house, Sis asked how I did. I told her of the encounters, and the one interview for tomorrow. She was happy for me, hoping I could find something to occupy my time and thoughts. She is well aware of my brooding nature, the longer I thought about something, the bigger the problem became.

She invited me out to dinner, a Mexican restaurant that is quite popular. Their sopaipillas, a long-time favorite of mine, were to die for. We chatted for a while as we were served, about what I wanted to do, about the chances of me getting a job, about life in general.

“I don’t know what I want to do, nothing sounds good, and everything seems out of sync.” Constance told me to see what the week brought, and if nothing materialized she would put together a plan for me, staying at the mountain cabin for as long as I desired.

The interview was alright, the company sounding me out for their proposed job. I think I answered in the appropriate manner, but you never know. I doubted I would be called back, but I had made a genuine effort. The rest of the week meandered along; Sis was out shopping for most of the week buying necessities for the cabin.

I left her to it since she likes to do these things and is much more qualified than I. Since I was home for the week I prepared our meals having them on the table when she came home.

Our parents were to be gone for the entire summer, so she arranged for me to pack all of the gear for the cabin in their car. Then she would drive me up and drop me off. She wanted me to be stuck there so that I would make do with what I had. According to her, it would teach me self-reliance, learning to be content with what I had at my disposal. From the look of what she had obtained so far, I would not lack for much. The thought that I would be left alone without transportation is actually welcome. It fitted my shy personality, alone and unable to get out and mingle with the general population.

The mountain house is not isolated that much from humanity, two or three miles from a small store and other cabins to the south. To the north was another story as it was, at least, thirty miles through the national forest to any kind of civilization. I would have my cell phone and from the past trips, I knew there was a good signal at the cabin.

The house is quite a bit more than a mountain cabin. There is a great room downstairs, along with a kitchen and laundry room. Upstairs is two baths situated between three bedrooms overlooking a balcony that curves around the cabin. Each of the bedrooms has large windows facing some of the most beautiful scenery in Arizona. In a way, I was looking forward to being up there for a while. At peace with myself and all the time in the world to rethink my life and goals.

Constance said she would be ready to drive me up there this weekend, leaving on Saturday morning we would be there around noon. I had packed everything Sis had obtained for my trip in our parents SUV, their car much larger than hers. She had packed all of my clothes in suitcases; the food was ready to put in the ice chests as we got ready to leave Saturday morning.

She knew I had a laptop so she ordered quite a few e-books for me to read when I desired something to do. The house is furnished with pots, pans, and basic kitchen necessities. There was air conditioning since the summers sometimes got a little warm. The fireplace is the source of heat for the house, with propane the source of energy used for cooking.

She had also got me a lot of old magazines to read when it got boring, in fact, there were three large boxes of them. Like I mentioned before she likes to plan and organize things, and her squeezing that dollar always gets her a lot for the money.

In the few remaining days, I did receive several thank you letters for applying for the job, but no openings were at present available. I sighed a little in disappointment, but also was glad that there was nothing to interrupt my trip. Sis took me out again to the Mexican restaurant again since the absence of good places to eat near the cabin is a well-known fact.

I savored the food trying to keep the memory of it in my mind until I was able to get back. The sopaipillas were just as good as last time, and I even got three to take home with me. A little honey squirted into the middle after you bite a corner off of the puffed up pastry tastes so good. We talked some more as we finished up eating and then she paid the bill. With my doggie bag of treats, we made our way home.

The next morning is all sunshine and noisy birds as I was reluctant to get out of bed. I grabbed the last of my things and packed the ice chests. I got them all loaded into the SUV and then we were off. I am excited as we drove along through the foothills towards Payson. It took us a couple of hours to get there, with Sis getting our breakfast at Mickey D’s in Payson.

Then out of town heading to Kohl’s Ranch, turning north to go up onto the Mogollon Rim. After we had got to the rim, it is only about twenty minutes to the cabin. When we reached the cabin, it is early afternoon, and the tall pines were casting shadows on the cabin’s front porch. She backed up to the side porch that had a door leading into the kitchen.

I turned on the electricity to the rest of the house, and we unloaded the perishables into the freezer and refrigerator. We kept power to them all through the year since it was more economical to do so.

After everything had been put in the appropriate room, Sis took the time to make a late lunch. It was just sandwiches, made with cold cuts, cheese, tomato, onion, and lettuce. She had made a small batch of potato salad, and although still slightly warm it hit the spot. Since I had got a little sweaty unloading the car, she suggested that I take a shower, now that the water heater had a chance to warm up.

I agreed and headed upstairs. Shortly after getting in the shower she came in to get my clothes to take them to the laundry room and left me a robe to wear. I didn’t think anything about that, but looking back, it was the start of my ordeal. I finished the shower and grabbed a towel to dry off. Then I reached for the robe, finding out that it was one of hers. It was very girly a light burgundy in color, adorned with way too much lace around the collar, sleeves and hem.

I went downstairs to find Sis sitting in the kitchen. As she saw me, she gave me a little whistle; I am sure to tease me. I pulled up a chair, wanting to ask her about the robe. She grabbed one of my hands, holding it securely as she started talking. I was trying to interrupt, but she placed a finger to my lips to quiet me.

“Your adventure is going to be a little different than you have visualized. I know of your experimentation with mine and Mom’s clothes. Also verified through your computer history your interest in the transgender community. Since you are going to use the time to find the true you, I suggest you start with a desired gender.”

“You have the next six months to live as a female, to experience everything as a natural female. You have no male clothes in the house. To ensure your compliance you also have no money or credit cards to obtain alternate clothing. Plenty of food and supplies are available for you, so you will not go hungry.”

She had the cable turned off, although you have a lot of music, books, and magazines to occupy your time. As she is telling me all of this, I just sat there dumbfounded. At one point, she pushed up on my jaw to get my mouth closed. Unless there is an emergency, she will not come back to pick me up till the six months is up. I was totally at a loss for words.

How can she do this to me, to live as a female for the whole time, this had to be absurd. I tried to focus as she was getting up, asking me if I have any questions. Yes, I have a question, how can you do this to me? As Sis usually does she ignored my question, telling me that she loves me, as her baby sister, suggesting that I spend my time wisely learning to be the best little sister that I can be.

She leaned over and gave me a kiss, then grabbed her purse and headed out the door. The shock is now rampant; she was leaving me like this, expecting me to handle this in a meaningful way. I was convinced that she had flipped out, too much stress in her life. I got up heading over to the door, as she is pulling out. I am alone, now what do I do. I acted just like a little sister would, bursting into tears and sobbing like a distraught child.

Surprisingly this lasted for quite some time, me sobbing on the bed obviously not in control of anything in my life. I must have dozed off for a while; I figured my mind just gave up but was aroused by my cell phone ringing. I didn’t want to answer the phone; I was in no mood to talk to anybody. As I laid there, my mind entertained the thought that Sis is calling to apologize and make amends.

I reached for the phone, said hi and waited for the response. It turned out to be Becky, our neighbor’s daughter. She detected the stress in my voice and asked what is wrong. I nearly opened my big mouth and put both feet in it, before I realized that I couldn’t tell her anything. Here I am naked, in our cabin with no male clothes and no way to get any.

I tried to change the subject, to ask what she was doing and if she is at her cabin or down in Phoenix. I was hoping with all the prayer that I could muster that she was not up here in the mountains. Well, nobody was listening to my prayers that day, she is in Flagstaff at the moment helping her mother’s friend with her shop but was coming to the cabin tonight.

Great, all I needed is her to see me this way. I would be a laughing stock for the rest of my life. I tried to convince her that I am just here at the cabin for a little while, but would be going back later today. Becky then told me that Constance had called her asking her to check in on me while she was up in the mountains.

Thanks, sis, you just took my life from bad to nonexistent. She asked what I had planned for tonight, me replying just hanging around the cabin. Making up a little white lie wouldn’t help any since Becky already knew that I am up here. I was vague, made up any excuse I could think of, but the end of the conversation is that she would be here later and would bring dinner.

Now what the heck am I going to do, I knew that I needed to put some clothes on, but from what Constance had said, there is nothing but female clothes. I hoped that what Sis had stated is a little stretch of the imagination, that she had left me a least an outfit or two that was for a male. I started opening suitcases, searching for anything that resembled clothes that a male might wear.

All I found is lingerie, dresses, skirts, and blouses. Not even a pair of women’s pants, in everything she had packed. Where she had come up with everything was beyond me, and then I remembered how she spent hours going through resale shops looking for clothes. It wasn’t bad enough that she had bought me all of these clothes that I really didn’t want, but she probably had fun doing it.

This wasn’t like when I would dress in some of her clothes, the thrill of wearing something of hers making it surreal. These female clothes are now what I would wear for the foreseeable future. I went back through the clothes in the suitcases and hung them up on hangers, putting the lingerie in drawers. Of the three bedrooms, the only room having a large enough closet is my parent’s room. After hanging up all the clothes, it turned out to be a wise decision since it filled the closet to capacity.

Doing something with my hands did relax me some, I decided to make the best of the situation laying out a sundress and lingerie to put on. For some reason, sundresses were my favorite item of female clothing and Constance had gotten me eight of them to wear. I wondered if she knew how much I liked them.

This one is a light pink print, with spaghetti straps, a full skirt, with a hem slightly above my knees. The bra is a push-up from V.S. that enhanced my slight breasts actually to give me a little cleavage. The matching panties are a bikini, and I tucked before pulling them up my thighs. I had learned the tucking technique from the internet several years ago.

I looked for shoes but sighed when I did not find one pair with less than a three-inch heel. I should correct that statement since there was one pair of boots for hiking, but I couldn’t risk the chance of wearing them and being arrested by the fashion police for violation of fashion common sense, besides they didn’t go with the sundress.

The heels I chose matched the dress to perfection, with a four-inch stiletto heel and ankle straps. I had been keeping my body free from any hair for many months, so my legs looked good in the heels.

After reaching this stage I began to worry again about Becky seeing me like this, but I realized that I had no choice. It is either like this or naked and, in the end, the clothes won. I was sure that I would regret the decision later, but there is not much choice. I found the suitcase with makeup and hair accessories, picking a few items out to finish my transformation.

Since I had quite a bit of time before Becky would arrive, I even did my nails, a nice burgundy nail polish to complement the pink dress. I brushed out my hair, putting into a high ponytail with a scrunchie. Mascara and a little lip gloss finished the effect. Not a high fashion model, but definitely a female image is staring back at me from the mirror.

I picked up a few things as I made my way through the cabin, ending up in the kitchen. I put a nice bottle of wine to chill and put the few things that we had not put up in their respective places. I meandered back to the living room wondering just how Becky would react to me. My cell phone rang again, this time, it was Sis. I was very cold to her; this is not how you treat family, but she wanted to know if I had put any clothes on yet.

I told her I was dressed, but not what I am wearing. She guessed the pink sundress, how she could do this time and time again I will never know. I didn’t verify it, but I could tell she knew that is what I had on. She asked if anybody else called, and I told Becky did. It was silence for a minute while she waited for me to say something. My silence, answering some of her questions I guess.

She just wanted to check on me, she did love me and wanted me to promise her that I would give this life as Crystal a chance. I became aware at that moment that she had found more of my files on my computer since that was what I called myself. A few tears trickled down my cheek, knowing that she did care, just had a funny way of expressing it.

It was about an hour later that a van came driving up the road to the cabin. I took a deep breath, knowing it was Becky; I certainly hoped that she would be alright with this. I decided to meet her at the door, hoping that if she is upset by this, she would just leave. I have never been good with any kind of confrontation, if something came up, I evaded the situation at all costs. We never used the doorbells at each other cabins, we just opened the door and entered.

That was what Becky did; she did stop to take in my appearance for a minute. “About time Crystal finally showed herself” is the only comment from her as she embraced me and hugged me. I felt tears rolling down my cheeks as I tried to figure out what just happened. Becky had greeted Crystal like it was the most normal thing in her life. She pushed me away a little so she could scrutinize my appearance. Then I remembered that she had called me Crystal, apparently everybody knew all my deepest secrets including Becky.

She used her finger to wipe away a couple of tears, and then pulled me to the kitchen. She had picked up Chinese from a place in Flagstaff, keeping it warm in a thermal bag. I managed to get the plates and remove the wine from the refrigerator. She washed her hands at the kitchen sink and led me to the table. We sat down, filling our plates from the take-out boxes, as I poured each of us a glass of wine.

She reached over to my face to remove another errant tear or two, and then said grace. We were quiet as we stuffed our faces, Becky was apparently hungry, and I was so nervous about being seen this way that I just wanted to do something with my hands to keep occupied.

Becky admitted being in on the plan to make me face my inner female. She had helped Constance to organize things so that I would have no option but to be the real me. Both of them are convinced that Crystal is the real me, buried in the fantasy world of a male persona, Chris. I asked Becky how the two of them could treat me this way. She giggled a little and asked what way we were treating her that is so horrible.

I tried to tell her that this was not my choice to live as a female, to be cut off from the rest of society, to be isolated just because I had tried some of my sister’s clothes at one time. She gave me a funny look, then proceeded to tell me about what they found on my computer. My quite often statements that I wanted to be a female, to live the life of a woman that permeated my writings.

I tried to tell her that it was just a story that I had been writing, that there was no truth to the remarks. She gave me the evil eye again and asked me if I was that blonde that I didn’t think that my other personal file that was on my laptop would not be discovered. I knew she was just pulling my leg now since that file was protected by three different instances of requested passwords.

I told her that I knew she was bluffing since it would take a real computer expert to break into this file. She smiled but asked me to back up my statement. In fact, she suggested that we make a little bet concerning this file. I was pretty confident since I had changed the passwords again just before sis and I had left this morning. If she couldn’t get into the file, she would assist me in getting a male outfit to make the six months a little more comfortable.

However, if she could access the file, I would be Crystal without any reservations or exceptions for the entire six months. I thought that she was grasping at straws that my change of passwords would keep her out, so I agreed to the bet. She called Constance on her cell phone and informed her of the bet; then she requested that I tell sis that I accepted the bet and had me state the consequences if I lost the bet.

With all bases covered, Becky asked me to get my computer. I returned from upstairs with the laptop and plugged it in at the kitchen table. After it had booted up, Becky found the file and right clicked on the file to open it up. The file was buried in another folder, with only a series of letters identifying the file. The first prompt came up requesting a password, Becky typed in a password, but the system rejected it. She gave me a dirty look, then thought for a minute and typed in another.

This time, she had guessed it correctly and the second prompt came up. Becky entered another password, and the system duly rejected it. Another few moments in thought and she entered another choice. This time, she had better luck, and the third prompt came up. She looked up at me, wanting to know if I wanted out of the bet, although I would have to concede a few things to be able to escape the consequences of losing the entire bet. My blond roots showed up as usual, and I told her that I would take my chances. She thought for several minutes, apparently trying to rattle me a little.

Then she typed in the word she had been thinking about; I was watching her this time, and she typed in the correct password. The file opened, and I was suddenly sick. Not only was I to be subjected to even more femininity, but this file contained all of my secret wishes and desires. I was literally doomed in many ways. The fact that she had known where the file was stored meant she had been in it before. When I changed the passwords this morning, it only slowed her down.

The file contained a diary of the last three years of what I had done concerning my Crystal persona, and all of my thoughts regarding my alter ego. When I had dressed up at college, what I had worn, what I had done as Crystal, everything about her in detail. Becky looked over at me, simply wanting to know if I was ready, to tell the truth now, or continue with this absurdity.

I gave out the biggest sigh, collapsed on Becky’s shoulder and cried. I felt trapped since now everyone knew my deepest secrets and desires. All the time that I am crying on her shoulder, she is running her fingers through my hair and making cute noises in my ear. Finally, the tears dried up with Becky dragging me to the great room.

She settled herself on the love seat, then pulled me down next to her. She cuddled me and told me that although it seems to be the end of the world to me, it is a chance to become the real me. She informed me that she was now working for her Mom’s friend performing remote beauty services in Northern Arizona. She had passed her exams and received her Master cosmetologist license. This meant that she could perform any service, plus teach students also. She loved the freedom to be able to travel through this area and perform her magic on women.

In particular, she is looking forward to one customer, a new client of the Turnabout Gurl Salon, who shows great promise, although a tomboy phase has existed in the past, she is sure she could bring out the girly gurl in this lovely female. I finally realized that Becky is talking about me, well that brought on the tears again. I wanted all of this since it was part of the real me, but too many years of suffocating Crystal by the male part of my persona made it hard to let go.

We talked for a long while cuddled in each other’s arms about everything. No decisions were made, just getting it all out there made it somehow more manageable. The male Chris tried several times to get Becky to help him out, to get him, at least, one outfit that did not have a skirt or dress as part of it. I was listening to the male part of me, a plea for some mercy, all of this just too much for Chris to handle.

Becky informed me that before the six months was up, Crystal would be the most feminine female in Arizona. I didn’t quite know what to make of that statement since Becky’s new skills were not known to me. I did know that anything she tackled as a project she completed to everyone’s satisfaction.

About three in the morning, we slipped into dreamland, still cuddled together on the love seat. Thank goodness tomorrow was Sunday because we obviously would not be able to wake at a decent hour. I managed to get up first and had to make my way to the bathroom quickly. As I walked to the bathroom, I felt the nightie swing to and fro around my legs. That made me smile, but reality surfaced again as I had to remove several pieces of clothing to be able to use the facilities.

I decided to change and headed back up to my bedroom to clean up a little and find something else to wear. Becky soon appeared, apparently having already found the bathroom. She was shedding clothes as she entered and made her way to my closet. Her eyes opened wide as she took in the wide array of clothes available to me. She giggled a little asking if she could borrow an item or two since it was apparent that Constance had outdone herself shopping for my wardrobe. I told her that she could have it all since I really didn’t want to wear girl’s clothes for six months. Becky turned towards me holding a mini skirt and a tank top that would not cover up much of my male body.

I ended up with a black mini skirt, and a red silk tank top for today’s activities whatever they may be. Becky borrowed a tan mini skirt and a yellow cotton tank top to wear. She literally dragged me outside, and we headed down one of the trails between the cabins. She had conceded to lower pumps, yeah three inches, with a more blockish heel. We meandered along the trail coming to one of the benches that our dads had built.

We sat for a while as she tried to get me with the program. She finally got a little testy, telling me that I better accept the new me or it was going to be a long and boring six months. I asked her what was I going to do for six months besides change clothes every hour or two. She giggled mentioning that Constance certainly got you enough clothes to do that without ever wearing the same outfit twice.

For one thing, Crystal has to practice her skills if she is going to be the girl that leaves the cabin after six months. I raised my eyebrows at that but conceded that I might need a little honing of my skills if I was to do anything about my alter ego. You need to walk through the woods, letting yourself go a little. You don’t have any friends, and you won’t even try to make any, but maybe six months alone will convince you that there is more to this life than just sleeping, eating, and dressing in pretty clothes.

I told her that I would go nuts, and it would all be her fault. She looked at me with a serious expression on her face, telling me that she loved me as a BFF but if necessary she would haul my ass into Flagstaff and personally embarrass me at every place of business that she could arrange. I didn’t doubt her since she was a person of her word. I immediately backed down on trying to make her feel guilty. It wasn’t going to work.

On the matter of keeping myself busy, she suggested that I take a lot of my stories and expand on them making them into e-books. You can publish them yourself from here, and she was sure there were a lot of people like me that didn’t have the opportunity or two pushy females to make them face reality. If they gained a little insight or hope from your stories, that might help them live a life that was difficult with a little hope.

We strolled back to the cabin hand in hand, then up to the balcony with the remains of last night’s wine. We sat on the wicker love seat together and watched the goings-on in the nearby forest. Two squirrels were burying nuts, but in between, they managed to entertain us for quite a while. That and maybe finish a little lovemaking of their own that had been left unattended to.

We had missed lunch but decided that it wouldn’t be wise to skip dinner too. I made my way to the refrigerator looking to see what might strike my fancy for a dinner meal. Lots of fixings for a salad were prominent and with a can of chicken breasts a decent and healthy meal. Becky watched me as I prepared the salad, cutting up the lettuce, tomato, celery, onions, and sharp cheese to make a bed for the chicken. The chunks of chicken were added then a couple of olives to spice the salad up. Some bottled ranch dressing completed the meal, and I served it to Becky at the kitchen bar. Her snide remark that greeted my sitting down at the counter was that I would make a wonderful wife for some person. In an attempt to turn it around I gave her a passionate kiss on the lips, telling her that I only have love for one.

Well, that brought us both suddenly to this place and time. The kiss was a spur of the moment thing, I didn’t plan it or meant anything by it, but it sure changed my opinion of Becky. Suddenly my BFF Becky was much more, a romantic interest, maybe even more than that. I sensed that Becky was a little stunned at the kiss also. Her only words escaping her lips was wow where did that come from.

The day suddenly changed, a kind of uncertain easiness settled over us as we tried to file the new emotions into the proper file. After dinner, we adjourned to my bedroom and spent some time pursuing the clothing choices for tomorrow. Becky was allowed to wear casual clothes instead of a uniform as she was handling her customers. So her clothing choices were more like normal female clothing.

However, for me, she wanted the most girlish clothing in the closet for my attire. She settled on a micro mini skirt, with a knitted tank top that was anything but the right size for me. It looked like it was poured on me, as it hugged my every curve. All the normal sensual female spots were covered, but boy how the covering accented these areas was almost sinful.

I didn’t argue with her about the clothing choices since I figured that as soon as she left for her appointments, I would simply change them for something more discreet and less flattering. After the try everything on to see how it looks session, we each donned a nightie and settled into the large queen sized bed. The kiss had unnerved me quite a bit, and I was good, really good with only hugging and quite a bit of cuddling until we both slipped into dreamland.

Morning, the worst time of the day, to be subjected to a termination of the night’s sleep, to be ejected into the harsh light of day as it streamed into my bedroom through the windows. I needed to use the bathroom in the worst way, but as I got up, Becky rushed the bathroom and locked the door. That meant that I had to use the bathroom a couple of doors down. I made it, but I was sure that there were little dribbles along the way.

When I sat on the toilet, the feeling of relief was so erotic. I guess that is what happens when you fail to go thru the night because that would mean that you had to leave the comforts of the bed. I wiped in the approved method and made my way back to the bedroom. There was Becky sitting at the vanity brushing her hair, making a remark about the fact that I was not as fast as I used to be.

Becky was soon on her way to her first appointment, a few miles outside of Holbrook. It was a wash and set, a manicure and a cosmetic makeover for a lady that had been confined to her house because of her health. The other two appointments were also in Holbrook, although a few miles apart. One was a permanent, and the other for adding hair extensions for an upcoming wedding.

I decided not to change clothes, since what I had on was comfortable although a little scandalous. I cleaned up the kitchen, then went through the cabin making sure all was neat and tidy. I had some fresh fruit for lunch, then decided to write a little while to occupy my time. One of my stories was quite far along; maybe I could finish it and make an e-book out of it. I wrote for several hours, getting it almost to the conclusion, then decided that I better start to fix dinner.

Becky and I had decided that she would stay with me unless her appointments took her to the other side of Flagstaff, where the distance would be too much to commute every day. I found some hamburger meat and decided to make a meatloaf, and then some baked potatoes to accompany it. I was kind of lost in my actions, wearing a cute apron to keep my outfit clean and neat. I didn’t hear Becky come in until she snuck up behind me and kissed my ear. The fact that the stereo was blasting away with the songs of Olivia Newton-John probably had something to do with the fact that I didn’t hear her come in.

I jumped when she kissed me, then she grabbed me and held me close making sure the kiss that she was now giving was done properly. Since I had a hard time getting my breath back, I think she succeeded. She helped get the food to the kitchen bar and then opened two diet drinks for us. My stool was held for me, and then she scooted her stool closer so that we were almost touching. I asked her about her day; then she proceeded to tell me all about it. She finished earlier than she expected so she made a beeline for the cabin.

We kissed several times during the meal, with Becky always the one to initiate the kiss. I melted into each kiss, the feelings I received when she kissed me making my toes curl. She helped me with the dishes, and then we adjourned to the porch with two fresh drinks. We watched the sunset together, along with the two amorous squirrels. She grabbed my hand and led me into the cabin, then up to our bedroom.

I know two days, and I am calling it our bedroom, but that is how I saw it. She had grabbed one of her cases as we headed upstairs, leading me to the vanity. I was forced to sit, and she opened the case, where everything to do with nails was spread out before me. She sat on a stool on the other side of the vanity and proceeded to work on my nails. She removed the polish that I had put on but had more in mind than just a polish change.

My cuticles needing to be trimmed a fact that I had apparently left for way too long, according to Becky. Then she added some extensions, way too long for my liking, but she assured me that I would soon get the hang of it. A vibrant deep red polish after a clear base coat was applied, and then two more coats to assure they were sufficiently red. A clear top coat, then a stint under a U.V. light to set the polish. She assured me that nail polish remover would not touch it, but since there was not any in the cabin, I would not have to worry about it.

After my nails were sufficiently dry and set, we dressed for bed, and then we set on the upstairs porch for a while to unwind. I ran my fingers over the smooth polished surface of my new nails several times, wondering how it would be to wear polish all the time. Then my mind recovered from the abyss it was in, shouting that stupid you are wearing nail polish now and for the foreseeable future. We cuddled for quite some time, no words needed, then made our way to the bed.

A quick trip to the bathroom and then I slipped under the covers next to my BFF, at least that was what I was telling myself as I got as close as I could to her warm and inviting body. The bathroom experience was not without an incident or two since my new long nails got to my body long before they should have. A small price to be beautiful I guess. We sneaked a kiss or two and then were fast asleep, locked in each other’s embrace.

Another morning, not as bad as some since I woke up next to Becky. She calls the salon every evening to find out about her appointments for the next day so she can make appropriate plans. Her first appointment is never before ten A.M., so she has time for the commute. Today she didn’t have any appointments till three P.M. The trouble with that is the appointment is in Williams Az., on the other side of Flagstaff. Then three appointments the following morning there and in Ashfork, a few miles further west.

With Becky not coming home tonight, she decided that I needed more girly time. She goes out to her van and retrieves another one of her cases that she works from. She sets it up in the bedroom, then has me strip and lay on the bed. I am told to close my eyes and keep them closed as she works her magic. She uses several creams on my chest over the next hour, massaging them in, them after ten to twenty minutes she removes them with a damp rag.

I am now presuming that I am hairless on my upper torso, from the feel as she moves her hands over my nipples. I never had much hair to start with, the small patch in the middle of my chest and a little leg hair all that I managed to grow in my early years. She fiddles with my nipples a little, and when I try to lift my head to see what she is doing, she lays one of the rags over my eyes to block the view. She tells me to lay perfectly still, or she will be required to restrain me that said with a definite giggle.

I feel two cold objects being placed over my nipples, and then a noise as a motor is turned on. The skin of my breast is sucked into the objects and apparently starts to fill the object as I can feel the contact of my skin to the inside of the object. Then the pump goes to a cycling stage where it runs then shuts off, then repeats the practice. Becky again tells me that I need to lay still, or she will tie me down. I don’t doubt that in the least so I try to lay still.

I figure that I will soon be the proud owner of breasts, although what size and for how long an unknown. I trust Becky, but this is more than just dressing up in clothes of the opposite sex. She leans next to my ear and whispers that I will feel a pin prick but do not move, or she will leave me tied to the bed while she is on the other side of the state. I feel a prick in each nipple; apparently, I just received a shot in each nipple.

My anxiety level goes up several notches, as she lays next to me and cuddles me, calming me down with whispers in my ear and touches to my face. It seems like hours before she is done and gets up. The pump is shut off, the noise in the room ceases. She unhooks something from the objects on my chest then removes the rag over my eyes. It takes me a minute to adjust to the light, and then a few seconds to see what is on my chest. Another few seconds to faint, the image of two very significant breasts perched on my chest inside two plastic domes to be etched in my memory forever.

I woke a little later to Becky wiping my forehead with a damp cloth, then a wonderful kiss from her as she plays with my tongue. I raise my head again to see if I had been dreaming, but the breasts are still there, encased in the plastic domes. The breast forms stay, they will eventually dissolve leaving just natural breast tissue. A sexy bra now holds the forms, a bra with breasts overfilling the cups. Becky tells me that some of the volume will go away as the swelling goes down, but the bra will still be full when all is said and done.

I guess Crystal is really going to be around for the next few months. The breasts that Becky has bestowed on me seem to be attached to my body, although I have no idea how. They are not forms that have been glued on; that would be far easier to remove, these are a part of me, they move as I breathe causing me to wonder where this is headed. I suddenly find myself a female, not a male impersonating a female, but a breast wielding member of the gentler sex.

She hands me a negligee to slip over my protuberances; now it seems almost sinful if I am not covered up at least some. An addition of a basic female part and things have changed so much in such a little time span. We adjourn to the kitchen to make a couple of sandwiches before she has to leave to make her appointments. She pays more than a little attention to my breasts, in fact, I suspect the reason I received a negligee.

After a delicious lunch, although I do not remember what exactly I ate, she gathered all her cases and headed to her van. I know it has only been a couple of days, but I am fearful that she is leaving me for a day, although I do receive extra kisses and a big hug as she gets in her van and leaves. I stand and look as the van disappears down the road, then head back inside. Now I have to find something to occupy my time, a task that I can get lost in, to keep my mind off things, especially Becky.

I decide to write for a while, hoping that I can get immersed in it enough to forget what is going on. I pick one of my stories that I had laid out the general outline of and start writing. I use a little of what is happening to me in the story, the hero (heroine) being left with only women’s clothes to wear, and no way to change the status quo for a while. I get into it and by early afternoon, I had written almost four thousand words.

I took a minute, actually several minutes and re-read the part I had written. It flows along in a pleasant manner, the heroine trying to figure a way out of her predicament, no matter what she tries she is stuck in her feminine prison. Then she comes up with the idea to try and find someone to help her out, but who will help and where is she going to find this person. At that point, I had stopped jotting down my ideas.

I decide to research my story a little and venture to the general store a few miles away and see what I can come up with. I slip on some more practical clothes, a longer skirt with a cute sleeveless tank top both in a light tan color. There is nothing but heels to wear, but I found a pair with a blockish heel that might allow me to use the pedals on the bike that we kept around the cabin for this sole purpose. There was no way that I was going to walk the two miles there and back in heels.

It took a couple of spins around the cabin to perfect my cycling, but I did manage to get the gist of things eventually. I meandered along, not needing to be in a hurry to get there, and not wanting to exert myself. A young lady does not do things that result in sweating or perspiring in any shape or form. If you have never tried riding a bike with heels on it is a real trip, if I was careful I managed to keep the flat part of the heel on the pedal thus allowing me to navigate the short distance to the store. Surprisingly I did make it there in one piece, parked the bike in front of the store, and then went inside. Luckily for me it was a women’s bike, much easier to mount and dismount from.

I was more than a little apprehensive about being out dressed as a female but hoped that my new accessories were realistic enough to sway the fence sitters. Walking up the three steps to the porch of the general store was different. I had walked these steps before on many occasions, but the movement of my breasts jiggling in their cups of my bra was more than a little disconcerting. Then to be treated to the door of the store being opened for me, another first, although I am not complaining about the simple act.

I made my way inside, looked around, familiarizing myself with what they carry and made a couple of selections. Upon reaching the counter I saw a familiar face, Mrs. Stapleton was the wife of the owner of this store and had been a fixture for many years. She greeted me asking if there was anything else I needed or couldn’t find. I did think of some ink for my printer since a trip to one of the larger towns was probably out of the question.

For special orders, they made a habit of picking them for you, charging only the cost of the item plus a small fee for transportation. I gave her the numbers of the ink cartridge, then asked if she could put it on our account. Luckily she could do that for me. There was no one else in line, so she chatted with me for several minutes. She wanted to know where I was staying and without thinking, I told her with my parents, the Hamiltons. She gave me a once over inspection and smiled.

Nothing was said further, as several other customers came into the establishment. One of the young girls was a friend of Becky’s, although I had met her before, we had very little interaction with each other since Becky only saw her a couple of times a year when she was at the cabin. Her name was Cynthia James, although Becky always called her C.J., a name that stuck, so everybody now called her C.J. She asked if the bike outside was mine, and I told her it was. She thought it might have been since it was a girl’s model, and I was the only female in the store other than Mrs. Stapleton.

Her quick glance at my heels and I knew what the next question would be about. She offered to take me back to my cabin since she had to go by it to reach hers. We could put the bike in the back of her pickup, and I could ride in style. She had heard me say that I was staying at the Hamilton place, and since most everybody knows where all the non-vacationers lived she knew where the place was. I was told that her friend Becky lived next door, and she couldn’t wait until Becky came up for the season. I told her that Becky was now a stylist and is working for a beauty salon doing beauty treatments over most of northern Arizona.

I thanked Mrs. Stapleton for her help, with her asking me to lunch sometime this week to share a little girl talk. I told her I would call, as soon as I knew my schedule. I loaded the bike into the bed of her pickup, no mere feat for someone in heels and ladies clothes. C.J. talked a mile a minute as she drove to the cabin, with me getting a word in edgewise every now and then. When we reached my cabin, I invited her in for a soda, just trying to be polite. We grabbed two drinks and went to the upstairs balcony to talk.

It was all of the standard female questions, about my family, about where I was going to school, and whether I had a boyfriend or not. I thought I had answered all of the above satisfactorily, but C.J. was more astute than her blond hair implied as she asked me if I enjoyed dressing as a female. I was stunned that I had been found out and wanted to know what had given me away more than answering her question. She told me that my looks and actions were perfectly female, but the portrait in the great room was a dead giveaway. The portrait was of my parents, with their son and daughter done only a year ago.

The reason C.J. put two and two together was that the artist was her mother, and she had made the comment while painting the portrait that the Hamilton’s had only one son and daughter, and I didn’t look anything like my sister. The resemblance between my image in the portrait and me live was too great to be ignored. C.J. took my dressing as a matter of fact thing; she soon changed the topic to what I am doing this summer. I am truthful, no need for an elaborate scheme, just the truth, learning to be a girl.

“Well for that you need a girlfriend, someone to confide in, someone to share your experiences, and someone to teach you girl talk. She just happens to know someone, and feels that we would get along together quite well.” She had dinner with her parents tonight; they were visiting, then they too were going on vacation, Hawaii their choice of destinations. C.J. told me she would see me tomorrow morning, we could talk and find something to occupy our time. I got a hug as she left, as I just stared at her retreating figure. I just made a possible friend, her acceptance of me as a female made me think what is happening here? Most of my life as a loner, ostracized from society, yet two days as a female and I have a lover and a girlfriend. Did I forget to mention that I was eighty percent female in body already, with most of the six month period left.

I made my way to the kitchen, put together a salad for dinner, then made a pitcher of tea, actually green tea, my favorite. I nibbled on the salad as I thought of the day’s activities, from Becky giving me breasts, to meeting C.J. and her discovering the truth about me. It is almost a non-event, going to the store I accepted the breasts as a part of me, never thinking about the fact that I now possessed C cup breasts. Then with C.J. talking and her discovery of the real me, so I had been found out, no big deal.

After cleaning up the dishes and putting everything away, I sat down and wrote some more. Still utilizing what actually is happening to me in the story. I stayed at it through the night, for some reason I didn’t want to go to bed alone, finishing the story as the sun came over the horizon. I decided I needed a bath, so I dragged myself to the bathroom and concocted a bath loaded with bubbles and sweet-smelling salts. I lowered my body into the bubbles and breathed in the scent. It is true heaven on earth. I relaxed and swished the water around some, enjoying the warm water on my breasts. The semi rigid forms had totally dissolved, now just natural breast tissue remaining. My nipples got rather pointy and swollen, I thought about playing with them but knew C.J. would soon be over, so that would have to wait. I washed myself with a perfumed soap; now I am sure I would smell like a female for quite some time. I dried myself and made for my closet to find something to wear.

To no one’s surprise, I found another sundress that called to me. A white lace design with lavender ribbon woven through parts of the lace. Very pretty and feminine, but then looking at the closet of clothes Sis had picked out, not many of them were anything but girly. A pair of four-inch heels and I am ready for whatever. Yes I did succumb to a bra and panties, but drew the line on stockings.

C.J. turned up shortly thereafter. I invited her in, and we partook of some diet drinks. She wanted to walk the trails some, so we headed for the door. She made a remark about my heels, but I explained that I had nothing but heels, so they would have to do. I got a funny look, but we set off on the trail leading to the store. We meandered along, she wanted the back story of my dressing, how I was up here alone and without any type of clothing that resembled masculine in shape or form. We sat on one the benches that my father had built along the trails, and I started from scratch and told her everything.

She listened attentively to all that I had said, not making any comment or further question. I presumed from her silence that something about my story had upset her, so I suggested that we return to the cabin. As we were walking back she asked if I would let her read one of my stories, I figured that it wouldn’t make anything worse than it was so I agreed. When we got back to the cabin, I retrieved my completed story and handed it to her. She took it and curled up in one of the wicker chairs on the balcony and started reading. I made us some lunch, just some cute little sandwiches, decorated with olives, pickles, and peppers along the side of the sandwich. A few potato chips on the other side of the sandwich, and I took them out to the balcony. I handed her the sandwich, but she declined it, just a few more pages to read, I sat there on the love seat, watching her read and trying to figure out if she liked the story or not.

She got to the last page, then laid the pages down. She stared off into the distance lost in her thoughts. She sat upright and asked if I had any more stories in progress, I retrieved my laptop and opened up where I kept my stories. She clicked on one of them, then reached for her sandwich. I handed it to her, then leaned back and ate mine. This went on for over three hours, as she read the parts of each story that I had finished, no comment said during all of this time. Finally, she seemed to be finished and came to sit next to me. She wanted to know what I am going to do with the stories. I gave her a puzzled look, I haven’t planned on doing anything with them, they are just something to pass the day with, something to keep me busy and not thinking about myself.

She told me she has a friend who does some publishing of her own fiction, and she has done some editing for her of her stories. She would like her to read the finished story, and see what she thinks. I handed her the story on a disc and told her to have at it, I couldn’t see how it would amount to anything, but she is welcome to try.

C.J. looked at me seriously and told me that I needed to finish the other stories, they are too good to be left unfinished. The look I gave her in return made her laugh. They are, you need to stay in the cabin until you finish them. Then she wanted to know if I could write new ones, did I have any ideas for more stories? She seemed very interested, but I think she is just being nice, surely nothing I could write would interest others.

It was two days later when C.J. came bouncing over to the cabin. She had another lady with her, dressed business like and with a briefcase along with her purse. I presumed a lawyer by her looks. C.J. entered the cabin asking if I was decent. I came out of the kitchen where I was making me some lunch and I immediately got hugged. I was not expecting it, I considered her a friend but we had not known each other that long. She introduced her friend and dragged me to the kitchen bar.

The lady was Veronica Stapleton and she had an offer for me. I sat there my mouth wide open in amazement as she offered to buy all of my books as they are completed. The deal gave me fifty-one percent of the sales, plus extra for personal appearances at book signings. I did have to give them an exclusive on any future writings, one that I had mixed emotions about. What if I couldn’t produce any more stories worthy of publication, I was told that was their problem, and for me to just concentrate or writing more stories.

They left about two hours later, leaving me with a signed contract and a check for fifty thousand dollars. I gave her what I had written so far on several stories for her to review and promised that I would have another completed story in a few weeks. I did not notice till later that the check was made out to Crystal. Another problem to deal with.

Becky got in late after spending three days away from me. I was woman-handled at the door, kisses, gropes and hugs given freely. I had dinner ready and she set on my lap to eat, with me giggling at her actions. We adjourned to the sofa where she told me of her customers and her missing me at night. I had mistakenly left out the contract on the coffee table and she spotted it. Zooming in on it she read it thoroughly than hauled off and hit me hard on the shoulder. Again on my lap and her nose right next to mine she demanded all the details or she was going to undress me and throw me outside for nature to deal with me.

I confessed all to her, she was ecstatic but was trying so hard to not let it show. My sister was called and they discussed me in detail along with the deal. I was never given a chance to talk to her, Sis and Becky deciding on what was to be done. Their conversation ended and Becky wanting to see the check.

In the back of my mind I had hoped that doing something with the check would allow me to escape my solitude, but Sis had already taken steps just in case and after Becky told me of their existence I realized that Sis was so much smarter than me. I let out a big sigh, then signed the back of the check after filling out a deposit slip that Becky came up with somehow. The Bank had a branch in Payson and Becky would make the deposit tomorrow morning. I was now rich and somewhat independent but lacked any means to do anything with the money.

I did get to cuddle Becky in bed all night, a most welcome action that I savored. It was several days later when Becky turned up early dressed to the nines. I was told to put on a dress that she was carrying in a garment bag over her shoulder and she would do my hair and makeup. I emerged a little later blushing red all over. The dress was brief, barley covering my panties. The neckline exposed most of my assets and hugged my body hard. My hair was pinned up with curls dangling over my ears and spilling down my back. The makeup was applied heavier than usual, leaving no doubt about the gender of the person underneath it. I was hustled out to her van and she drove off after locking the cabin up.

I tried to get the skirt to cover more of my thighs, but it was useless. It did keep me occupied doing so, not noticing till later we were already on I-40 heading west. I asked a few questions but Becky just had a smirk on her face the whole time, not bothering to answer any with a meaningful response. When we turned north at Kingman I had an idea of where we were headed. I swallowed hard, wondering if what I was thinking was Becky’s plan. Sure enough we pulled into the outskirts of Las Vegas and she stopped at the first wedding chapel on the highway.

She parked in their parking lot and turned and faced me. Since you are not screaming I presume you know what we are here for. I have always loved you from the first day we met all those years ago. Then when Crystal emerged some I was hopelessly enamored with you. Most of this scenario is my idea, to get Crystal out and in charge. Now we are going in there and getting married, then to a hotel where I can screw you all night. I have the only piece of clothing you will need tonight, a skimpy little pink nightie.

I was shocked but also so happy, I started to mention needing a marriage license and me not bringing any identification. Becky’s smirk returned as she waved a handful of papers in her hand. I decided less talk and more action was needed as I launched myself at her from the passenger seat. I grabbed a hold of her kissing and groping anything I could reach. The steering wheel was a problem, but Becky managed to get her door open and dragged me across the seat giggling away. She literally carried me inside as I was lip locked on her mouth. I heard the lady handling the marriages giggle as Becky handed her the documents and used her hands to request a marriage license. It was less than a half hour later when she married us and Becky carried me back to the van.

Once she checked us in at the hotel I was hustled upstairs and into our room. I looked around to see a heart shaped bed then nothing more as my dress was removed and the skimpy nightie was dropped over my head. I don’t remember much after that, just a lot of wonderful feelings coursing through my body for hours. It was heaven on earth, all of my years of suffering and angst now culminating in this wonderful new life for me. I was indeed dropped into the deep end, but I came out just fine.

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