Maggie; A Little More Cleavage

 Maggie; A Little More Cleavage

It was a mid afternoon appointment, two-thirty for a body waxing and the addition of breasts. Mary, the stylist at Turnabout Gurl Salon had everything set up for me. All I had to do is show-up and the deed would be done. Since Mary is a friend of Melody’s, I had been squeezed in, a dinner date for me with my wife at our favorite restaurant the reason for the appointment. One that I couldn’t miss, I needed to apologize and try to reason with Melody for a stupid statement made without using any part of my limited intellect. The fact that the statement should have never seen the light of day seemed irrelevant now, the irrational statement voiced and her reaction to it implemented.

With the first rip of the cloth I was in agony, the warm wax felt good, but when the cloth had been pushed into it and then ripped off I was ready to leave the table I was on. “OMG what are you doing to me.” Her no words answer, is a towel pushed into my mouth to quiet my protests.

The waxing hurt, every last hair ripped from its follicle quickly, but not necessarily painlessly. The cloth strips were pushed into the hot wax, then jerked off in rapid succession. I never got a chance to even get a breath before the next cloth was ripped away. The cream rubbed into the skin after the process is completed, helped, but did not alleviate the tingles and pain the process created. After a few moments I did get a chance to rub the smooth creamy skin, the feelings that radiated through my body made me pause and wonder what it would be like to have smooth hair free skin all the time.

“That feels so good, you can keep doing that to me all day if you want. The cream that is, not the waxing.”

“Yeah, I could but if you want breasts before tonight I need to get started.” Quipped Mary.

I really didn’t want breasts, the stupid remark again and Melody’s reply the reason I am getting waxed and a pair of breasts added to my chest. I am relatively happy with my life as a male, up until my remark Melody and I got along pretty good. There have been arguments, but we always managed to solve them to our mutual satisfaction, until now. This time I think I have pushed her too hard, the reaction from Melody not what I had expected to say the least.

We have been married for three years now, again mainly due to the persistence of Melody, I had dated her in college, but never followed through. Back then I was basically unsure of myself in everything I did, whether it was a decision on something pertaining to college or something simple like asking her for another date. When in doubt, do nothing had been my motto, so any romancing between us was all due to Melody. Melody did step up to the plate, thankfully, inviting me out to dinner or a show. I was aware I should be doing these things myself, but in real life those actions never materialized. After many quite pleasant dates she cornered me in the restaurant that we ate at one night, wanting to know when I was going to develop a backbone and ask her to marry me. Just like before I stumbled, words were muttered but none of them made any sense.

She got pissed, pulled a ladies engagement ring out of her purse and slid in on my finger. I stared at the ring and swallowed hard. With some giggling she whispered in my ear to say yes. I did get out the word, now she was outright laughing at my facial expression. She did comment that if I kept this up, I might be the one walking down the aisle in the wedding dress, in fact you would probably look prettier in it than me. I tried to remove the ring, some sanity returning to my poor overworked mind, hoping to get the ring off and slide it on to her finger. I did get down on one knee asking her to marry me, she replied yes and then kissed me. Unfortunately the ring would not come off, so she paid the check, dragged me to the car and made sure I was handled as you would handle a prospective bride on the ride to her apartment. A few hours later, wonderful sexy hours, I managed a retreat to my own home. When I did eventually get home, my nipples were sore, I had lipstick all over my face from her kissing and junior was totally pooped. It was a night to remember, that is for sure. Her engagement ring was still on my finger, refusing to budge from it.

Even though I was basically unsure of myself in my dealings with life, I did manage a decent grade point average during college, graduated and was soon working for a company in town. Not upper level management, but also not an hourly worker. I was proud of the fact I was male, just four inches under six feet tall and fairly skinny, weighing a little over a hundred and forty pounds.

While Melody had only her Mother as family, I still had both Mom and Dad. Melody and her Mother were close, while I saw very little of my family, Dad being the main reason for a standoffish relationship. He had been disappointed in me, I was not the athlete he desired me to be. His son Barry, that's me, not following in his footsteps forever causing a breech in our relationship. I saw Mom often, but Dad was always busy or had to go somewhere when I arrived. Maybe that lack of something between us caused some of my unsure behavior, a guess on my part, but nothing more.

Back to the present the requirement that I have breasts, however, is a different matter completely. The machine for sucking a pair of breasts out of the body is intimidating, a cup or form, way too large in my opinion, hooked to hoses hanging from the overhead arm positioned above my body ready for their victim. All of this attached to a vacuum pump intent on making mountains out of molehills. According to Mary I had to state that I wanted the procedure, plus sign a release, a must for the salon to avoid problems later. I didn’t think about it that much, I just wanted the relationship between Melody and myself back to where it was a couple of days ago. That desire clouded my thoughts, what I ended up with much more than I bargained for. Mary had offered several choices, but my mind was not on what she said, just give me some breasts so that I can get back into Melody’s good graces.

When the stupid remark first left my mouth I tried to apologize, but Melody was insistent that I show her the error of her ways. The sooner I get this done the sooner that I might enjoy the benefits of her loving and caressing again.

I did sign the forms required, Mary giving me a copy for my records. The cups are lowered to my chest and a paste is applied around the edges sealing them to my chest. The pump is turned on and the tissue starts filling the cups. Mary did inject some fatty tissue into the cups before the pump started. It is a slow process taking four to five hours for the cup to fill. My eyesight is limited some, the size of the suction forms blocking some of the view of my lower extremities. I could feel them though, as my skin was pulled into the cups.

Way too many hours later the hoses were unhooked and the machine rolled away to its place in the corner. The pulsating of the pump had made me drowsy, I felt Mary working on my body during this time period but I was basically out of it. With the pump off I laid there staring at the ceiling wondering how long it would take for my new breasts to go down to a manageable size. Something that I might conceal under a baggy sweater or a sweatshirt.

After waiting for an hour, Mary reappeared with a bra and some clothes in her hands. She laid them on a counter and approached my new amendments. She touched the cups, they seem to be less rigid now than when this started. She announced the forms would stay on, dissolving over the next two to three days. They were already bouncing around, the slightest body movement causing some jiggling activity with my new appendages. In her hands she had two syringes, to stabilize the new breast tissue, and quickly injected one each into the appropriate breasts right through the nipple. I felt the syringe enter the nipple, but there was no overt pain involved.

A concern did materialize as to how I would be able to maintain a male image at work next week. Probably should have thought of that sooner, but a lot of things should have happened that didn’t including the control of my mouth. My overwhelming desire to smooth out things with Melody prevented me thinking matters through, now I was sure to face many more problems before this was over.

Mary grabbed a bra and helped me position it over my breasts, a new and unknown feeling radiating through my breasts and chest. It took me several times to fasten the thing correctly. Mary making suggestions, but otherwise leaving it up to me. The feeling of the material in the cups of the bra caressing my new tissue hard to ignore. Thankfully the bra did stop some of the jiggling activity, allowing my mind to concentrate on how in the hell did I get myself into this predicament. Even though some of the cup remained, I could feel the movement and touch of the bra. With the bra holding my new breasts securely, a blouse is handed to me.

I simple pullover design with a plunging neckline, my stupid remark getting its first lesson in what it feels like to experience a plunging neckline. The smaller cups of the bra barely holding my breasts in their confines. I feared they would fall out of their support at any moment. Looking down at my cleavage it seemed that all of my assets were on display, the gap between the two pieces of fabric of the blouse seemed to be immense. With the minimal material connecting the two cups on the bra there is nothing hiding the vast expanse between the two cups, the deep cleavage between the two orbs very noticeable, especially to me.

Mary took a couple of minutes to brush my hair till it fell around my shoulders, not in its usual ponytail. It felt good as it brushed my shoulders and settled around my face and ears. Letting my hair grow to its present shoulder length, helping in my presentation as a feminine individual. A presentation that I was not thrilled about or desired.

The light burgundy color of the blouse and the silky fabric barely covered the outline of the bra. I was indeed covered, but it seems that what I am wearing would be no secret from anyone looking at me. With the blouse settled on my body, the Docker’s pants I had worn to the salon became the piece of clothing that looked out of place.

Mary suggested the capris that she had brought me might be a better choice. The tan color looked better than the yellow Dockers, with the burgundy trim on the cuffs of the capris matching the blouse perfectly. Now the waxing seemed prudent, the hair below the capris would have been a no-no in fashion circles. To be able to wear the capris something had to be done with my male shorts. A light pink pair of panties found their way into my hand, and eventually on my body. As they settled in place on my hips I noticed how closely they fit between my legs. I closed my eyes and sighed, the feeling almost too much. I wonder how Melody handles all of these sensations affecting her body. There was no thoughts about the smooth groin that was now on display, it was kind of numb down there, maybe the waxing and cream had affected the area.

Of course, you change the pants you have to make adjustments to the footwear. The clunky athletic shoes not blending in well, their black color all the more revolting. The best Mary could do is a pair of tan heels, blending with my outfit perfectly, but not the best for walking in. The three-inch height of the heel adding to my statuesque looking body, but it also caused some stability problems. Several trips around the salon, and I could manage to walk unaided, although shorter strides and walking more in a line made it manageable not easier. I did notice I had developed a sway to my rear as I walked around, something that was not there before. It seemed easier to walk now, my thighs easily rubbing against each other. Still no connection to a difference that was not noticed at all yet by my feeble mind.

She handed me a purse that matched the heels, I refused till I found that the capris had no pockets to use. My wallet and keys deposited therein and I am ready to go. I did pay Mary for her work, and tipped her for bearing with me. I did get a smirk from her, as I was settling up, maybe my desire to please Melody was funny to her. The image in the mirror at the front of the salon showed that the male idiot that had mouthed those words got his just desserts. I just hope Melody is happy with the replacement.

Since Melody is picking me up here, I sat down in one of the love seats at the front of the salon to await her arrival. As I sat I crossed my legs at the knees, similar to what Melody does all the time. It was comfortable sitting that way. My mind kept going back to the discussion that started all of this. I have been encouraging Melody to wear a little more revealing clothing. She is a beautiful woman, confident in her appearance and her actions.

The stupid part came about when I am trying to convince her of the need for her to be more daring in her dress.

“If I had such a gorgeous pair of breasts I would always be wanting to show them off, to entice my lover to fondle them and to make other women jealous.” Sadly these were my words on that fateful day. A male who is so unsure of himself that he can’t even propose to his fiance, but yet open his mouth and stick both feet firmly inside.

“Well let’s get you a pair and you can show me how it’s done.” The biggest smile appeared on Melody’s face, as I sweated a response that wouldn’t make things worse than they were. An hour later the call is made to Mary and my appointment is made. That response never came, silence the better part of valor in this case. I didn’t expect Melody to go through with the appointment for me, I thought she was just bluffing.

My thoughts are back to now as Melody enters the salon. She takes in my appearance and attacks me. Her kisses, groping hands and a tongue that is clearing my throat make her reaction to me pleasant. Yeah, all I have to do now is get my heart back beating and refill my lungs with air. Normalcy returns somewhat, she uses a tissue to remove her lipstick from my face then hands me my lipstick so that I can fix my lips before going to dinner.

As I slide a coat of color on my lips, I had forgotten what I originally came into the salon for. Yes, I came into the salon for something else, I just can’t remember what it was. I am led to her car and seated in the passenger side. The ride to the restaurant is brief, the walk from the parking lot still a little unsteady, but Melody has her hand on my lower back to help guide me and support me. We are quickly seated, a corner booth private and dimly lit. She orders for me, a white wine and vegetarian lasagna, my usual order. She also gets a white wine, and her usual calzone with pepperoni and provolone cheese. I sit there staring at her and trying not to breathe much. Every breath causing my breasts to move up and down distracting the hell out of me.

She slips a little closer to me, ending up with her hand on my thigh. She moves it back and forth slowly. Her caresses did cover the groin area, a raising of her eyebrows when she runs her hand over my smooth front. The sensation of the silky material over my hairless skin almost too much for me.

“Please stop, I see the error of my ways, I am wrong in what I foolishly stated yesterday, please stop or I am going to make a fool out of myself right here in the restaurant.” She removes her hand, smiles and asks if I want to be screwed tonight. That statement and her hand brushing over my nipples sent me over the top and I climaxed right there in the booth. Luckily I managed to keep my mouth closed so the low moan that emerged was not able to be heard by all. She giggled and asked if I needed her help in cleaning up my little mess. I nodded my head and she pulled me out of the booth and we headed for the ladies room.

It was a sticky gooey mess, I don’t remember cumming that much before, the amount in my panties and all over my groin quite a record for me. My mind suddenly sprang into action, my penis is gone, now nothing but a slit framed by two lips. The cum still oozing out of my slit. I wavered a little, then Melody saw what was missing, her giggling was infectious but also embarrassing. She told me we had to talk once we got home, there are things that need explaining. Apparently I also need to get you some tampons to carry in your purse from now on.

With my face still a deep red it took more than several paper towels to clean up the mess. Melody did show me a couple of tricks in how to remove the stickiness, mainly warm water with the panties off then wrapped in a towel to soak up some of the moisture. When they went back on they were still wet, but at least not sticky. She gave me one of her sanitary pads to wear to soak up any more leakage, but the resulting red from the embarrassment probably more telling than the wet panties would have been.

We finished dinner in a relative normal manner, at least, she managed to keep her hands to herself. I ate a little of my entree, but it was not from a lack of hunger but nervousness. We split a decadent chocolate cake/mousse concoction that probably added five pounds to our figures. She paid the check then steered me to her car. I got myself situated in the passenger seat then she headed away from our house towards the foothills. I let out a big sigh, apparently lots more to come of this evening before we head home.

She pulled into a state park with a view of the valley we lived in. The stars were out, the evening temperature in the seventies, a very pleasant evening. She slid over next to me, laying my head on her shoulder. That felt so good, a soft place to lay and try to forget the mess that I am in. “You did show me what I have been missing being so uptight and conservative. When I first saw you at the salon I wanted to do you right there on the love seat. It took tremendous self-control for me to let that chance slide by. You made your point, about the clothing, I will try and wear more provocative clothing for you.”

“Now I think you need to tell me what you had done at the salon. I had arranged with Mary for you to be waxed and then some breast forms applied to your chest. She did tell me that she was going to kid you about making it more permanent, but we both knew that you wouldn’t go for it. What I am feeling when I hug you is not breast forms, the movement of them when you walk and breathe deeply more like real breasts. So an explanation is in order. While you are at it, you might tell me what happened to your male organ. That slit and two cute lips not very masculine dear. I am not complaining though, I am sure we can take advantage of what is now available.”

I am almost in tears, so wrapped up in making things right with Melody, I apparently missed half of the conversation today at the salon. Melody had made it simple and temporary, I had signed my male life away, at least for quite some time. I recounted what I remembered from our discussions at the salon, Melody giggling first, then outright laughter. I had done it to myself, all by myself with no help from anyone else. No one to blame or accuse of dirty tricks, just me.

“Will my stupidity cause any change in our relationship? I know you married a male, now I have larger assets then you, please say you still love me and will not throw me out for this act of stupidity.”

She was quiet for some time, rubbing my new breasts, causing me a lot of discomfort. Her other hand rubbing my new vagina through the capris. Believe me my male apparatus under the vagina needed no more stimulation. Since some of the feeling had returned I knew I still had one, just tucked away for the moment. I twisted and turned trying to keep from creaming my panties again. I cleared my throat finally getting her attention.

“I might be persuaded to put up with you, I will have to have my breasts enlarged, can’t have my hubby’s larger than mine. Then there is the problem with sharing clothes with you, you will no doubt want to wear my sexier outfits so we will have to buy more clothes. With more clothes we will have to have more lingerie, shoes, makeup, cosmetics, and accessories. Two salon appointments every week, my SO will always have to be pretty and beautiful for her spouse. There is one advantage though, now that you are female you can help with the housework, cooking and laundry.”

She leaned in close to me, taking my head in both of her hands and tilting it back a little, her lips meeting mine and her tongue slipping in between my lips. It felt like she was going to push her tongue all the way down my throat. I was breathing through my nose but still having a hard time getting sufficient air to breathe in my lungs.

I closed my eyes, the feelings saturating my mind with endorphins. She moved her lips from my lips to my ears and I did cream my panties again. She was giggling as I was beet red from embarrassment. I better take you home before the cum dries, otherwise we may never get you out of your lingerie. I set low in the seat, humiliated to the extreme, her formerly male husband with real breasts, coming twice just from external stimulation of my ears and body.

When we got home I was helped into the house, taken directly to our bedroom and stood by the side of the bed. She undressed me removing each garment and laying it on the bed. I tried to help but my hands were swatted and placed by my side. I was almost in tears, I had fouled up everything now I couldn’t even act like a male, every touch causing me to react more like a female, my male seed oozing out of my vagina all over my lingerie.

Real breasts, a vagina, lingerie, female clothes, the list goes on and on. Her former husband more of a female than his wife. At least in our loving she could control herself somewhat, not coming at the slightest provocation.

She laid me on the bed, retrieved a wet warm towel and cleaned me up both front and back. Junior was loving every minute of it, straining hard under his cover to show his enthusiasm. Unfortunately he was securely glued in place, he could get excited but swelling up to his former size was not happening, not for quite some time.

My nipples were red and raw by the time she stopped playing, I was moaning and squirming all over the bed. I pleaded with her to do something, anything to make me come. Instead she switched to the other breast and played with it for a while. I was crying pleading with her to finish me off, but instead she would kiss me on the lips, lick my face or ears and then go back to my breasts. My eyes were closed trying to ignore some of the feelings that were attacking my mind, then I felt her breath on my new female appliance. Oh gawd no, I wiggled viciously trying to escape her clutches. She looked up often, smiling as her fingers stroked my new sex. In between times she would tenderly kiss the two lips surrounding my moist slit, then blow her breath down the slit with a tongue inserted every once in a while. I heard a drawer open and close, but too much was happening and my eyes were shut hard trying to deal with all the these feelings assaulting my mind.

Then something larger than her finger was slid up and down my slit, the new sensations almost causing me to black out. I opened my eyes when I realized what she had taken out of the drawer. I raised my head to see what she was doing at the same time she pushed the dildo deep into my new vagina. I screamed in ecstasy, arched my back and fainted. When I regained consciousness I was shaking the reverberations of my orgasm still affecting me. In fact, it was at least twenty minutes later before my body stopped shaking. Melody had moved up to where she was laying on my chest, her lips on one of my nipples and my heart rate starting to climb again. I pleaded for her to stop, if she continues there is a good chance of me dying from orgasmic bliss.

This time around the clean-up was accomplished under the shower head. Of course, she helped wash me, and with my new play toys that was another lesson in frustration. I was able to get clean, into one of her nighties and in bed as she was finishing slipping on her nightie. I was worrying how I was going to get any sleep, when I succumbed to it without even knowing it. The next thing I remember is the alarm clock the next morning.

Then my head shot up, oh gawd I have got go to work and how am I going to hide these breasts of mine. I ran to the bathroom, did my morning business and stared at my feminine image in the mirror. Male hair, no makeup, but a huge pair of hooters on my chest. I doubted a large shirt would cover them up, probably just make them look that much more feminine. Yeah a pair of sizable breasts, how can they be construed as anything but feminine.

At that time Melody waltzed into the bathroom with a smile from ear to ear. “I have called your boss Donna, she can’t wait to see you with your new assets. For today, till we can get you femmed up a little more she will keep you in her office to do some special projects for her. Tomorrow though you will be back to your previous job, boobs and all. I will not allow you to hide or shirk your responsibilities, you are a female now, and can work your job dressed as one. I have made another appointment for you to finish the transformation you have started, remember this is what you started, I am just helping you get to the point that you can live and do your job as one.

At least I was spared a dress, cute panties, a pair of slacks and a blouse that buttoned up the back was the fare instead. That was slid on me after the bra was fastened around my chest, cradling my new breasts. Some lipstick, hair in a ponytail and I was delivered to work. I presume Melody did not trust me to make the trip myself. She even went in with me, to see Donna. As I stood before her desk, she raised her eyes to take in my appearance, then a huge smile spread across her face. Do we have a name yet, something feminine that suits your new appearance?

I suddenly lost my voice, not even having a thought on that subject. Melody spoke up for me suggesting Maggie as my new moniker. Well the two of them voted, Maggie won hands down and I was led over to another desk in her office and given a project to do. I received a kiss from Melody, with her telling me that she would be back at three to pick me up, my salon appointment was for three-thirty. I tried to voice an opinion, wanting to not take this any further, but when I tried to speak there were no words forthcoming.

I started on the project that Donna had assigned me, it was mainly busy work, but the way I was dressed I was appreciative for the work out of the public eye. I wondered how I would hold up tomorrow, back at my regular job and dressed totally as a female. For some reason I could see myself in a dress tomorrow and probably heels, full makeup and some sort of curly hairstyle. I wonder if that was what I thought would happen or something I hoped would happen. I could smell my brain overworking, probably emitting puffs of smoke as it tried to explore all of the possibilities.

The time went surprisingly fast, I completed that particular job and four others before it was time to cleanup my desk and wait for Melody to pick me up. Donna confronted me asking if I liked what I was doing today.

“It was fun, even though a lot of it was mind numbing I enjoyed the work, quite happy when I completed one project and asked you for another. The time went quickly and soon it was time to finish and wait for Melody.”

Donna suggested that I see her first thing tomorrow morning before I head back to my old job. I suggest you wear something nicer, a cute hairstyle and some makeup would be nice too. If you can handle them a pair of heels add so much to the appearance of my staff. Now be good, and I will see you promptly at eight A.M. As I rose from the desk Melody peeked in the door and I walked with her out to the car. I repeated Donna’s conversation, Melody getting quite a smirk on her face afterward.

She drove me straight to the salon, where Mary was eagerly awaiting for my arrival. I got a hug from Melody and was left alone to be worked on by Mary. I started to complain about having nothing to eat all day, but Melody just smiled. “You need to lose a few pounds anyway, I am sure you will survive.”

Mary made sure that all facets of my masculine appearance were done away with. A feminine hairstyle, curls courtesy of some curlers and a liberal dousing of setting lotion. Some semi-permanent makeup, mainly lipstick and mascara, and two fresh piercings in each ear along with some cute earrings. Then over to their clothing store, where I was fitted with six very feminine outfits for work. Unfortunately all utilizing skirts and lacy blouses. I indeed looked feminine, no one would ever look at me and suggest I had ever been a member of the male gender.

I did see Donna early the next morning and now worked in her office, a kind of secretary doing little odd jobs for her as she saw fit. That lasted for a week before I was promoted to her P.A. a position I have held ever since.

Melody and I stayed with the lesbian arrangement, I get plenty of pleasure, and she adores her full size plaything. A lot of night time activity lasts until the early morning hours, usually requiring me to take a nap as soon as I get home from work so that I can function the next day at work. We did get lots of clothes, lingerie and shoes for the both of us, my male clothing sent to Goodwill.

Surprisingly my Dad took to Maggie, on one of their visits I was hugged from behind, and addressed as Princess. Mom smiled as he performed that maneuver, so I knew she had something to do with it. I was thrilled, to be loved as a daughter even better than as a son. From that day on we had a regular Father/Daughter relationship, me asking him for help and advice and he doting on me.

The biggest plus to all of this is how much closer Melody and I became. We shared everything in life, shopping, going out, chores around the house, and a vigorous romantic life. Getting a little more cleavage was the best thing to happen to me, I constantly thank Mary for her help in my foolish mistakes made that day, I do owe her a lot. Now to pick my evening gown for tonight, we are celebrating our anniversary, a special occasion. I wonder if the blue one will be the best or should I go with the green one.

So many decisions all starting with the stupid comments made to Melody about her getting a little more cleavage. I ended up with the cleavage, a fact that I am pleased about. I guess I will go with the green dress, being strapless a perfect match for my now impressive cleavage.

© 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

Vanna; Fantasy For Lovers

Vanna; Fantasy For Lovers

Patricia and I had been dating or over a year now, we shared interest in a lot of things, but there was enough things that differentiated us to keep the relationship fresh and exciting. We both loved music, the oldies from the fifties and the sixties our preferences to listen to. We also enjoyed running as a way to unwind, a way to keep trim and toned. We tied these two together with our I Pods blaring as we run a country trail behind our apartments every day.

After three months of sharing our lives together we decided to invest in a residence. It wasn’t an invitation to unlimited sex although we did enjoy the foreplay involved more than the actual act. We did the deed from time to time, but in reality spent many hours mostly kissing, hugging, and cuddling. Of course, certain pieces of our anatomy did receive more than their share of tongue lashing, but what do you expect of two young lovers.

Our present abode came about after an internet search for a residence a few miles out of town with an acre or two for some solitude from nosy neighbors. It turned out to be a bank foreclosure, one that they didn’t think they could get rid of, so the price is way below appraisal. Since both of us come from financially secure families we took the deal. Pat had a ball decorating the new residence and I had contractors make the few changes we wanted done and convert the green grass landscape to a low maintenance natural ecosystem. That is a fancy way to say that there was no more grass to mow and the shrubs and trees were handling themselves, maybe a yearly trim to keep their shape appropriate.

With regards to employment we were both quite lucky. Pat inherited her mother’s business when she retired and I had been able to turn my college part time job into a full-fledged internet company. We did most of our work from home using our high-speed internet connection for access to our businesses.

Pat’s business was selling one of a kind dresses and women’s lingerie over the internet. Her mother had found a considerable number of women who designed and sold clothes, but had no way to market them. She had been working on her site for years and had a large number of followers who at the time just wanted her advice on where to find unique fashions. As she started handling some of these designs her site became quite popular. Their designs and her marketing matched perfectly. Pat’s mother collected the money and the designer shipped the item from their home.

When the funds would come in on a sold item she forwarded the money directly to the designer, minus her fee for selling it. The ladies were ecstatic over the deal, and worked feverishly to come up with new items. It had been decided early on that each design is to be a one of a kind fashion, thus ensuring a better selling price. If two people liked the same design, minor changes were made to keep the customer happy, but also to ensure that she would not find the same thing anywhere else.

My business was a little more basic. For several years now, blogs were all the rage, but as fast as new ones appeared an equal number ceased to exist because no one found them. My job is to make my customer’s blog stand out and be noticed. During the five years that I had been doing this work, I have lost only three customers, all for reasons not associated to their blogs. I didn’t charge an arm and a leg for my services, just wanting a steady income for myself. Now with a little over two hundred customers I had accomplished that and more.

The new house had okay internet service, but for our needs we needed better. I paid to have a line brought to our house that would assure us the best of connections. It was a little expensive, but in the end well worth it. We both had the newest technologies in our computers, courtesy of an old college friend who builds and sells computers.

Since we were both home the majority of the time we shared the household chores equally. I am a nut for schedules so I devised a rotating schedule for all our chores and the computers would advise each morning what our job was for the day. Anything major, we hired a cleaning service to handle the job.

A little bit about us, Patricia is a quite attractive female five foot nine inches tall and about a hundred twenty pounds in weight. I say about, for unless you can catch her on a scale that information is never divulged to anyone. She is very outgoing, always the first one to strike up a conversation even if there is nothing in common with the parties. Her Mother and Father have retired to Florida, her only contact with them is her weekly phone calls from her Mom. Pat is a driven person, attacking any project with such enthusiasm that a successful completion is guaranteed before she even starts.

I am of similar height, but weighed twenty pounds more than she did. I never got to participate much in sports because of being susceptible to any type of illness affecting the lungs or bronchial tubes. I had the condition since childhood when a bad case of the flu almost killed me. It damaged my lungs and now if I don’t closely watch my exposure I get instantly sick.

Among other things that has pretty much limited any access to the outside world. In other words I am destined to live my life inside a house. The one exception is my once a day run, with a specialized breathing mask to make sure that I don’t pick up any contaminants. Since that is my only exercise I am reluctant to stop it too. In our house I use many air purifiers to keep the air safe for me to breathe.

It affected my growth somewhat, I never developed broad shoulders, my arms are thin, and my legs are thinner than that. My face remained soft and without the normal angular features of a male. My voice is in the neutral range, but lacks volume, the best I can do is a loud whisper.

I was given the name of Robert at birth, but Rob became the nickname I became accustomed to until I met Patricia. She liked Robbie over Rob and uses it exclusively. Then one other variation popped up one day when she was pissed at me for something I hadn’t done. That variation is Roberta, at the time I was miffed at her calling me that, but later when calmer tempers prevailed she apologized, it was a name of a college lover that she had experimented with for a while. I apparently acted just like her and thus the use of it in the heat of the argument.

Several days later I tried to approach her on the lesbian tryst, but she told me it was just an experiment and it failed miserably. I did have enough sense to drop the subject since I could see that it bothered her immensely.

Recently in our fascination to explore each other more thoroughly we have taken on the subject of our fantasies. Early on in the discussion we decided to indulge in our partner’s fantasy at least once, then depending on what our thoughts are maybe again. Patricia was eager at the first, but then seemed to withdraw a little, maybe she thought one of her fantasies might weird me out. I admit that the first one that I had enough guts to tell her about was a little mild, maybe almost run of the mill, but I suspected she did the same thing when she told me one of hers.

For the record I wanted her to dress as a cheerleader and treat me like the quarterback of the team, while her fantasy was to have me lick her to an orgasm while playing with her titties. Up to now we had never indulged in me pleasing her with my tongue. Although I savored her titties very much and would often spend hours licking, nibbling and sucking the hard little nubs with my tongue. Typical fodder for this type of sharing, but I am sure a long ways off from our favorite fantasies.

We exchanged fantasies for several weeks, never revealing the larger more important fantasies. We did have fun, although some of these indulgences were outright silly and childish. Finally, I told Patricia enough with the games. We needed to be truthful and cover the fantasies that really meant something to us. Maybe the best way to do that is to spend a week setting up for it, with all preparation done beforehand and then the whole weekend living the fantasy. Since she is the female of the pair she should get to go first, I will patiently await my turn.

I trusted her explicitly that anything that I might need to do to prepare for the fantasy I would be more than willing to do. My love for her is real and knows no limits in its execution. I got the biggest hug and kisses from her, and we spent the evening sharing our love for each other in many ways. I did get to bring her to orgasm several times with my tongue and nipple play.

It was decided that she would take three weeks to plan the week, she apparently had an involved and complicated fantasy, then just tell me where I had to be to get prepared for her long wonderful weekend. That way we could each experience a favorite fantasy every other month. She did tell me in the weeks leading up to her special week that I might regret my involvement before all is said and done.

My only reply is never. There were a lot of hushed phone calls made, whatever she had planned for me is major, the time and planning quite detailed.

She had asked me to make myself available for the whole week since a lot of her fantasy required me to be changed somewhat to conform to her ideal. I told her that I would set the whole week aside for her. I tried to guess what it might be, but nothing came to the forefront. She continued her preparations as she shopped for three days straight. Her selections were hustled into the house and hid away, no chance on my part to gleam what my involvement might be.

She seemed to be extra amorous the week preceding her fantasy. I remember several nights that did not conclude until the early morning hours. Believe me I am not complaining, the memories of those nights will be with me for months. I wondered with the prelude being so erotic, how the actual fantasy will stack up.

The night before the countdown to the big fantasy, she laid in bed with me, cuddling me and telling me over and over how much she loved me. I tried to reassure her that I will comply with her wishes, she needn’t worry about that, all she needed to concern herself with is enjoying her fantasy. For some reason sleep came early that night, a few minutes after ten and I was out like a light. Of course, I wasn’t aware of my early bed time until the next morning, when Patricia told me of my actions.

Breakfast was fruit and orange juice, something I never sampled before, my preference usually sausage and eggs. I made sure that I attempted to yield to all her wishes, as soon as I am aware of them. I knew that this fantasy meant a lot to her, the amount of preparation she put into it a dead giveaway.

She drove me to my appointment, the fact that it is an upscale beauty salon a real surprise for me. She parked in their lot and turned to face me. She told me everything has been arranged, all I have to do is just go along with it. Everything she has picked out for me is temporary, easily reversible and means a lot to her.

She sincerely hopes that I can see my way to submit to her wishes, but if I can’t she will understand. I tried to stop her speech, but she shushed me. “When they get through you will leave the salon as a woman, a quite attractive woman. It will take the majority of the day, and I am sure that several of the treatments will be hard for you to accept. Please just this once try to allow me to experience one of my fondest fantasies.”

She clicked the locks on the cars door and pushed me out, telling me to ask for Francine or Samantha and they will explain what is in store for me. “If it is too much I will just be down the road with a designer and I will come and take you home. When they explain you will see what I have in store for you, a lot for any male to agree too. If you feel that you can’t do it I will understand, my love for you is so great and I want to be with you forever. Now go.”

I staggered to the door of the salon, still trying to figure out what she has just told me. The receptionist asked three times what my name is and if I had an appointment. Finally, the fog cleared enough for me to ask for Francine or Samantha. The receptionist smiled and told me that I was expected, go down the side wall and enter the third door on the right. I headed that way, but had to stop when I came to the first door to get my bearings. I am normally not that scatter brained, but what Patricia said in the car really shook me up. A lady came out of the third door down and introduced herself as Samantha.

“I can tell what Patricia has told you has shaken you up. We both advised her to tell you ahead of time, but she is scared to death that you will not participate in her fantasy. Come in and meet Francine and we will fill in a few of the holes and answer your questions.” She dragged me to the room she had come out of and introduced me to Francine. Both ladies were splendid examples of the female sex. Both tall, possessed long legs and a figure to make any women jealous.

Francine started things off telling me where they had met Patricia. She was a fellow student at college with them and they shared a house their junior and senior year. Patricia has always been a little shy especially with regards to sex, during her senior year she met a female student that was quite interested in her. They had several dates and once Patricia’s guard went down they became a couple. It turned out to be quite serious, with both of them talking about living together or even marriage if they could figure out a way to accomplish the task.

Three months later Patricia’s friend and lover died in a car crash after visiting her parents in Florida. She was so devastated at the loss of her lover, we almost lost her. Severe depression set in, she hardly ate, and she ended up dropping out of school. We managed to get her to stay in the house so we could keep an eye on her, but it was touch and go for several months.

Finally, we had a no nonsense talk with her one weekend and threatened to have her committed if she didn’t straighten out. We had gotten letters from her Mom and Dad giving us guardianship of their daughter. It was two years later that Pat figured that the letters meant nothing since she was already eighteen and an adult as far as the state is concerned. The bluff worked and four months later she was back in mainstream society somewhat.

When she first met you we were told that you reminded her of her Roberta, somewhat in looks but mainly in how you acted. We have made sure she sees you as a different person, not a substitute for her Becca. You have no idea how much this fantasy means to her, a way for her to remember a happier time of her life with a soul mate that she adored even more. She is aware that she is asking for a lot from you, more than any regular male would concede to.

We have talked to her about this in several lengthy discussions making sure she sees this in the appropriate way. We feel confident that she is aware of what she is asking and that the reasons for asking are genuine and real.

Now let me cover what she has asked for you to do. I interrupted at this point, asking of a minute to explain what I wanted. They both exchanged looks, then waited for me to speak. I told them that I love her with all my heart, always have and always will.

“Whatever that can be done to me to make her happy and possible remember some happier times in the process I want done to me. No explanations are necessary, I don’t care how long it will affect my looks, or if it will eventually make me a female, as long as she is happy, that is the route I want.”

“Now shouldn’t we get started, it seems to me that we have a lot to do to make me a gorgeous female and not a lot of time to get it done.” Francine smiled and nodded to Samantha then she grabbed my hand and dragged me to an adjoining room to get started. I am told to strip all of my clothes off and put them in the garbage. I did so willingly, thinking of what Patricia might say tonight as she sees the new feminine me. After getting undressed I looked to the counter where Samantha was getting her things ready and smiled. At the end of the counter was an air purifier just like what I use at home. No wonder I can breathe so easily here.

Samantha did check one more time to make sure I understood that some of these procedures will be with me for several months, I told her the only restriction I have at the moment is that she not cut off my penis, maybe later, but not at this moment. There is giggling present for several minutes before Samantha made quick work of my body hair as she waxed me. A new and exciting adventure, not. The groin is the hardest part to take, the hairs there not wanting to leave their happy homes. If it wasn’t for the rag that Samantha gave me to bite down on, I am sure they could have heard me in the next state.

Since Samantha is having so much fun several more ladies came to join in on the fun. One started on my toenails, apparently from the polish bottle I am to have bright red nails. The taller of the ladies laid a box on my chest and removed two gorgeous tits from the box. I asked Sam how long they could stay on without coming loose. She said about a week or two depending on baths and showers. I had a couple of thoughts enter my mind as I was being waxed, maybe I could extend this fantasy for several weeks and we could go to our mountain cabin.

I asked if there is something a little more permanent that would last longer than a couple of weeks. She said there is but four to six months is the minimum time required before they could be removed, and it would require minor surgery to do so. I asked if I could think about it for a moment, maybe they could do something else for a few minutes. I really wanted this to be special for Patricia, now knowing a little history, I could see how much this would mean to her. I lay there as Samantha worked on my groin, moving my member around to position it where she wanted.

I made up my mind, whether right or wrong I wanted the longer lasting breasts, I figure that would be a key element in my transformation anyway. I told Samantha, she asked me to be sure, I told her I am positive. The other technician made some marks on my chest then swung a machine over the table. It had two cups hanging from tubes that connected to a pump type of arrangement. She lowered the cups, then placed them on my chest sealing around the cups where they contacted with my skin. A fatty looking substance is injected into each cup and the pump is turned on as my skin is slowly pulled into the cups.

When the cups were about a fifth full the pump switched to pulsating, sucking the skin in, then suction off, then sucking it again further into the cup. Meanwhile Samantha had switched boxes, grabbing another one off the shelf. She rearranged my genitals again, then glued the object over my secured penis. The fit is tight, and she adjusts the last part as her fingers are inside my new vagina. I can feel her touch me and as she moves her finger over the tip of my penis I almost came.

I had to work to control my breathing that last touch really spread through my body like a wildfire. The pump continued its work as my body slowly resumed normal levels of operation. My hands were next, soaked in some bluish water, then the cuticles removed. I wasn’t even aware I had cuticles until now. Polish was going on my toenails now, a clear coat then several layers of a deep red polish. The lady working on my hands was picking out extensions for each nail, I presume I will be a high fashion, high maintenance type of female now.

The extensions were glued on, sticking out past my fingertips by three quarters of an inch. I might have to buy that voice to text program now that I had been considering, typing with my new extensions might be a no go. A small price to pay for Patricia’s happiness.

I started thinking of how everything will change for me. I was not against the change, but at some point in time I will have to embrace those changes. I could see the need for a new wardrobe, I doubt if many of my clothes will fit anymore even if I did want to wear them.

I had always envied her clothes, so many different types and materials to choose from, whereas a male is pants and a shirt when not in a suit. Then I realized it will also affect how we are perceived as a couple. No longer male/female, a lesbian couple in the future. We do have quite a few friends, Patricia much more than me. Most of my work is done over the internet, so personal contact is severally limited in my case. When I consider her happiness over a friendship, there is no question which I would choose.

Samantha had finished hiding my last vestige of manhood and approached with a gun in her hand. She made some marks on my ears and soon I was sporting earrings in each ear, a matched pair for each ear. One must be a dangle, since I could feel it tickling my neck. Patricia had a pair like that, a favorite toy of mine to play with ever time she wore them. I imagine I have just supplied a comparable toy for her to play with. I was moved from the table to a salon chair, pumps, hoses and cups intact.

The chair was leaned back, my hair shampooed and conditioned. Chair back up to an upright position and she started cutting my hair. I had worn it longer than most males, I guess a remnant of my limited Hippie days. Once she finished the cut my hair was covered in a paste, roots first, then up to the tips. I imagine Becca was other than a brunette in hair color. A plastic bag to help further along the processing of my new color and she turned her attention to my eyebrows. In short order I had none, her skill at ripping them out and her smile as she did so told me she enjoyed this part of the transformation more than others.

I was asked about makeup, they had a new makeup that was semi-permanent lasting about six weeks. Since I was not trained in applying any makeup she though that might save me quite a bit of time and aggravation. I was all for it, she had already told me that I would need to set my hair in curlers at least every other night for the style Becca used to wear. My solution for that problem was three times a week appointments to have my hair done. I had asked about a permanent but this type of style couldn’t utilize one very well.

The cups were half full now and I began to see a problem, they were going to be huge on my smaller body, I am sure they will stand out in anything I wear. I already have mastered a death stare to use on the males that stare at Patricia’s assets, now I may have just as many staring at my assets. Somehow a death stare from a female might not have the same impact.

She worked on my makeup for a while as my hair was processing. Then when it was done she leaned back the chair and rinsed it out. Another conditioner and then curlers. Lots of them in a multitude of sizes and colors. A hair net after that and under a dryer for a while.

While my hair was drying she brought two funny looking pieces of fiberglass shaped to fit the back of my calves, they had straps along the piece, three to be exact. She attached them to my lower legs angling my foot down like I was standing on my toes. The straps were tightened holding my foot that way. The other leg was done to match then she injected a syringe of liquid right into the calf muscle. I was looking at her strangely, it didn’t hurt but why was she doing it. Then I felt the muscle start to tighten in the calf.

Another look of why was expressed, I was trying to figure what to ask in the verbal way, but she beat me to it. Becca always wore very high heels, now you will to. The lowest heel you will be able to wear is four inches, welcome to womanhood.

I knew I was not looking forward to this part, I sure hope this will make Patricia extremely happy. With the hair finally dry she resumed her makeup application, taking her time to apply the cosmetics to my face. Once applied and twenty minutes later they will be with me for quite some time. She was standing between me and the mirror, so I could only get glimpses of my new look. What I did see was amazing, Robert was now a thing of the past, no way will he be returning to this body.

The timer on the breast machine went off and it quit sucking from my chest. The damage was already done, the cups were full to the top, not a sliver of unfilled space left in the forms. The hoses were detached, I was told the cups/forms would dissolve over the next few days leaving nothing but soft fleshy breast tissue. I received another syringe of something in each nipple right through the hole where the hoses were only minutes ago. If left untouched for six months the breast tissue would become quite normal just like a real female. I gulped to try and clear my throat, it didn’t help. I was now nervous, what if Patricia doesn’t approve of the look, I was facing a very interesting future if she didn’t.

My hair was taken out of the curlers after it was dry, soft spongy tendrils of ash blonde hair were left in their place. She brushed them into the style she had set, then used a liberal coat of hairspray to encourage them to stay put. It capped off the look, Roberta is now the persona at least in looks now. What surprised me the most was how good I looked. As a guy I was average in the looks department, definitely not someone to drool over. However, as a female that was another matter. Patricia was still the looker, but with the right clothes and an up do I just might give her some serious competition.

I do wonder how that will set with her, it might be a fantasy to revisit her female friend and their relationship, but to have that friend to look prettier than her might be a bit much for her. I was getting a little nervous, she would be here soon to pick me up, I sure hope what she sees it acceptable. For sure I will be this way for a while. Maybe me going to the extreme was not the best way to explore the fantasy.

Then I hear a squeal, a female tornado running to me. I am almost knocked down as she had launched herself at me while still five feet away from me. I am hugged and kissed and squeezed till I felt that I might just split open. Every few seconds she would pull back to get another look then attack again, of course, accompanied with another squeal.

I am still naked, not a piece of clothing gracing my body. Samantha approached me with some clothing. I think it was her intention to dress me, but Patricia had no intention of letting anyone put their hand on my body. She snatched the clothing from Samantha, and put it on me. I attempted to slide the panties up my own legs but my hand was batted away. This was her job and no one was intervening, absolutely no one.

Samantha returned with a dress, a simple shirtwaist in pink, of course, with tiny green and lavender flowers sprinkled over the material. Patricia gave me a quizzically look as she helped me into my bra, first at my breasts and then at me with a what have you done look on her face. I tried to avoid her stare, maybe I did go too far. The dress did help cover things up some once it was slid on to my body. The top two buttons were left undone exposing some cleavage, a smile on Patricia’s face at the end result. During my dressing I was touched often with a kiss or hug thrown in for good measure. A pair of heels of the required height were furnished, it actually felt good for my foot to be in them. Prior to the heels I was standing on my toes, my foot not being able to stand flat on the floor anymore.

I was ushered out of the salon, Patricia having at least one hand on me the whole time. I insisted sitting in the back seat of her car, her constant focus on me not good for a driver of a vehicle. She giggled but agreed, bit I still caught her staring in the rear view mirror at me, a sigh erupting from time to time. Somehow we did make it home in one piece, but how that was accomplished is anybody’s guess. Before I could get my seat belt unfastened she was at my door, had it open and swatted my hands, taking over the job of undoing my seat belt. I giggled a little, I have never seen her like this.

As I was being led into the house, my mind had already come to the conclusion that Vanna is here to stay. Vanna is the name we had started calling my female persona. Although she was trying to recreate Rebecca, I didn’t want anything to do with that name. I will try and portray Rebecca for her both in actions and looks, but I am Vanna her female lover and soul mate. Well Vanna had to plead to be able to use the bathroom, Patricia had me already on the bed and partially undressed before I could get all of the words out of my mouth. I was allowed to use it, but with her standing outside the door tapping her foot. Another giggle from me, she is so giddy with excitement, her fantasy coming to life just as she had pictured it in her mind.

Needless to say I managed very little other than some moans and groans as she worked me over, no part of my body escaping her mouth and tongue. I lost count the number of times I had an orgasm, not even realizing I could without junior in the lead. Oh, he was excited, the flow of juices coming from my new slit quite significant.

It was seven the next morning before she wound down, I was pooped to the nth degree, the feelings coming from every part of my body swamping my mind. I was in a daze, happy, satisfied, and glad that I had made her fantasy a success. She did ask me later about all the things that I had done over and in excess of what she wanted. I simply replied anything for my lover, now give me a kiss, I need some beauty sleep if you expect this to continue tonight. She did and I was held tightly in her arms for the rest of the day. A place I was happy to inhabit, nestled in her arms and a few inches from her face. Believe me it was a fateful fantasy, but one that I will treasure for the rest of my life. Just glad I could make her fantasy come true, by doing so making my life complete.

I did live the rest of my life as Vanna, in Patricia’s loving embrace as often as she could manage. Incidentally, we never got around to my fantasy, this one will do nicely for both of us..

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

June; Life Of A Female

June; Life Of A Female

My girlfriend and I had been together for almost a year now. We weren’t officially living together, we each had an apartment, but most of the time her apartment is home for us. We each had fairly good jobs, a real advantage in this depressed economy. Our hometown of choice is Phoenix, Az. I should clarify that, Scottsdale is the town, although a suburb of the larger town it is still separate and unique. From close college friends who lived in other towns, they all complimented us on our choice of where to live, their choices not working out as well for them as ours did for us. The economy here had a lot of electronics based industry, which tended to keep things here a little more stable.

We had made gestures towards becoming a couple, we shared a checking account, a safe deposit box, and we each had keys to the other’s apartment and vehicles. We had talked about marriage, but both deciding that it could wait for a while, our careers and life in general needed further exploration. We were comfortable with each other, neither of us worried about wandering eyes or affairs with others. No close relatives that needed marriage to make our relationship right in their eyes. We spent as much time together as possible, lots of romantic things transpired, but actual sex was able to be avoided. At times that was a real task, the heat of the moment and our love for each other made abstaining extremely difficult at times.

Doreen is a senior executive assistant for the CEO of her company. She was hired for another position but moved up through the ranks fairly quickly. She is good at her job, almost able to anticipate her boss’s next request, having everything ready before he requests it. Her salary is sixty thousand a year, but her fringe benefits make the job enticing, really enticing. There are lots of different benefits offered these days, Doreen has most of them in her employment package including three weeks’ vacation, medical and dental coverage, stock options and profit sharing, just to name a few.

I work as a salesperson for a software company, located in one of the satellite towns surrounding the metropolitan Phoenix area. Usually, I do quite well, bringing in about seventy thousand a year. Recently sales are getting harder, the depressed economy not allowing companies the luxury of updating software on their computer systems as often as they used to do. They love our product, but it is expensive. I had invested in the company from day one, buying shares whenever I had an opportunity. I felt confident that the investment would eventually pay off, our product used by the majority of businesses today. If it got to where sales were too hard to come by, I would sell my stock in the company, maybe providing me with a comfortable living for a few years.

My part of the perfect life started to come apart a few weeks later. A Chinese company bought a majority of our stock in a hostile takeover. They wanted our software, not the company itself. The restructuring of the company came over the next week or two, several hundred people were laid off, and a couple of the branches were closed. It didn’t look good, we knew what they wanted, it was only a matter of time before I wouldn’t have a job. Luckily, the stock did go up in value, since the company is now owned by a foreign business, the analysts figuring that they would soon be selling our software worldwide, something we had not done in the past.

I wanted to catch it at its height if I could time it right, I figured this would be my only chance to secure a comfortable future. Jobs were scarce, especially for mid and upper-level positions, my chances of finding something soon would be almost nil. Add in to that equation that my experience is as a salesperson and the reality of not working for a while is imminent.

Two weeks later I am called into my boss’s office and given a couple of options. If I resigned, I would be offered some additional shares of stock, a kind of financial bribe to get me to quit. If I turned that down, they would let me work six weeks, the minimum time they had for notice; then that would be it. Personnel files would show that I was let go, due to financial reasons. I would be issued a letter of recommendation either way, but if I resigned it would be more favorable in its wording. The end of my employment had come, not totally unexpected, but still quite a blow to my ego.

I bargained with him for more shares; I knew he would have some latitude in his offers, determined to get the best I could talk him into. After an hour of going back and forth, he upped the offer one more time, and I accepted. It would be the next morning before the shares would be transferred to my name, so I made a point to be at my stockbrokers early the next day. That night I kept from telling Doreen what had happened, I wanted to be sure that I got the deal concluded before I told her. When I arrived at the brokers in the morning, he checked the ownership of the last shares; then I cashed in all of my shares with him giving me a cashier’s check for the full amount. Later that day the company announced closing down of all of our branches over the next six weeks, in the future, their people would do all of the selling and maintenance of the product.

As I made my way home I considered myself very lucky, if I hadn’t gone straight to my stockbroker, I would have lost almost a hundred thousand dollars. I did stop at our bank and put the money in our checking account with a good sized portion in our safe deposit box. I stopped and picked up some Mexican food for supper since my cooking skills end with boiling water. I placed it in the oven with the heat barely on to keep warm and then made my way upstairs to change. I put on a set of sweats, my normal attire for around the house.

As I came into the living room, Doreen was just coming in the door. I got hugged, her first question is do I still have a job. She had been on a two-day business trip with some of her bosses, and we had not talked since she had left, other than a short phone conversation. I told her what happened, her sigh of relief when I told her what I had accomplished made her feel much better.

We ate and talked, mainly about the company and what I was going to do now. I told her I would spend a couple of weeks to see if there is anything there to be had in the job market, but thought that unless I changed careers, or where I lived, I doubted I would be employed for the next few years. Moving to another locale was out of the question because of Doreen’s job, you don’t walk away from that type of job to start over at the bottom.

The next two weeks passed quickly; I managed to hand out over a hundred resumes, but not a single response came back. I had hoped to at least get a phone call, maybe an interview. One of my friends who worked in the same field sent out over a thousand resumes, to companies all over the U.S. and received only three responses to his intensive job search. I wasn’t interested in moving out of state, so I limited my search to the metro Phoenix area. Not an unreasonable desire since Phoenix and the Valley of the Sun was an electronics hub, similar to Silicon Valley earlier in the decade.

Doreen and I decided it wouldn’t warrant wasting any more resources in the pursuit of a job, gas and car maintenance adding up quite quickly. I tried finding something to do around the apartments to keep busy, but my lack of training in household chores is a definite deterrent. We did decide to move in together, cutting the expense of the second apartment. That kept me busy for a couple of weeks moving my stuff and cleaning my old apartment. Her living quarters are larger and in a better part of town. When that is completed, the question still remained as to what to do with my time again.

I started going to afternoon movies; then that progressed to reading at the library. If you have seen four or five movies these days, you have seen most of everything they have to offer now, one movie and a multitude of takeoffs on the same subject. Reading being my other interest to wile away the hours, I had always been an avid reader in school, reading almost anything I could get my hands on. I didn’t trust myself to check out the books, figuring I would forget to bring them back and made to pay a fine. So I spent the afternoons reading at one of the city library branches, most of the libraries had areas for reading, where it was quiet and peaceful.

I still searched the classifieds every day, hoping for something to pop up, but other than fast food and retail there is nothing. If I hadn’t had the money I made on selling the stock I would have pursued a job in retail, it being a much better choice than a fast food career.

The last few nights I noticed Doreen working on something in the living room, while I watched TV. There really isn’t anything good to watch, but when there is not anything else to do you settle for anything. On Saturday morning she appeared at breakfast with a pad of notes, most likely what she had been working on. Our breakfasts usually consisted of cereal and some type of juice, easy and not complicated. We ate in silence, then after doing the dishes, she asked me to sit down.

She didn’t like me wasting away doing nothing, we had plenty of money, so the financial aspects of this were not important. She thought she knew me well enough that I wouldn’t take on something voluntarily without being pushed to do it. I smiled, she does know me pretty well. Now she has put together a plan that will ease me into something worthwhile, but my performance will be the sole determining factor as to what I end up doing.

“What I have done is assign a point value to everything that needs to be done around the house. For instance, doing the dishes will give you a set number of positive points, however, if you don’t do the dishes you receive the same number of negative points. At the end of each week, you get to use your positive points in something you want to do with me. At the same time if you have attained some negative points I can use those points to change you in some way.”

If you are good you get rewarded, if you are bad, I get to change something about you, my choice. Once we start this, you must comply with all aspects of this. She shoved the pad before me where she had listed common household chores and the point value of each. Then they were optional chores and their point values, the next list had things relating to our relationship, and the final list had things relating to our families and relatives. I could tell that she had put a lot of thought into this, it did attract my attention, how she had worded each list of tasks quite in depth. She flipped the page showing where I would be starting out with two basic chores for each weekday. Weekends would remain free of chores, except for where I missed a weekday due to sickness or we were out of town for a day.

If I ended with a negative point total for the week, I would be assigned another chore to be done until all the chores were assigned. Then any further failure would result in chores related to the other lists being assigned to me. Then the clincher, the part that made me agree to this silly proposition. Positive point totals would allow me to have sex with Doreen any way I wanted it; negative point totals would deny me the privilege of sex plus she could make a change to me, her choice.

She thought it is fair, maybe keeping me interested during the week knowing that I am working towards something. When I am first assigned a task, she will educate me in doing it properly, but thereafter if I didn’t perform it right, I would be issued negative points.

I set there thinking it over, complicated in a way, but maybe interesting enough to keep the boredom from getting to me. Not doing anything most days is getting to me, you think when you are employed that having nothing to do is the goal in life, but that changes drastically when the reality of life becomes clear. I pondered the decision to be made, why Doreen has to make everything so complicated is beyond me, but there is enough intrigue there to entice me.

Nothing more is brought up that evening, but in the morning, Doreen asks if I am in or out. “I’m in, maybe not such a good idea, but I am really bored out of my mind, this is better than what I am doing now.” I get a big smile, and she leaves for work.

That evening she instructs me in the proper way to do dishes, the temperature of the water, the amount of soap used and the correct way to rinse and dry them. I also learned that the job is not complete until the dishes are put away. Doreen never used a dishwasher, so her dishes got washed in a sink, rinsed and put in a strainer to dry. Including instruction time it took about thirty minutes to complete. The next chore she gave me instructions in is vacuuming. One room a day, except for the living room, that had to be done twice a week, Mondays and Thursdays.

It seemed simple, so I was ready for the first day of my new daily activities. Since this is Friday, I received a two-day reprieve; there is a Home and Garden Show in town, so we spent an afternoon and the next morning browsing the exhibits. I forgot all about the scheme until late Sunday night when Doreen brought it up again. She just wanted to ensure that I hadn’t forgot the deal. Monday would start my accumulation of points; I hoped all would be positive.

When Monday rolled around, I dressed quickly, ate some breakfast, and then tackled the vacuuming. I made a point to do a thorough job, even moving a few smaller pieces of furniture to get under them. I even got on my hands and knees to make sure it is done right looking under furniture and in the corners of the room. I put the vacuum back in the closet, feeling confident in my actions, already counting my points in my head.

The dishes were to be done in the evening after dinner, so that had to wait. I picked up around the apartment, not wanting anything obvious to influence my supervisor when she got home from work. I decided to go to the library and read for a while, then come home in time to place some frozen meals we had purchased in the oven for dinner.

The afternoon worked out as I wanted, I got the meals in the oven and was waiting for Doreen to get home. She asked how things had gone, I told her of my efforts, then told her I went to the library to read after doing my new chore. The frozen meals were not that good, but still food, and since I couldn’t cook anything a simple solution to dinner.

We planned two nights a week to eat out, those we would enjoy much more than the TV dinners the rest of the nights. She helped me get the dishes to the sink, and I got to work. I filled the sink, placed the dishes to soak, then washed them and rinsed them, placing them in the dish strainer to get the excess moisture off. I then took a towel and wiped each dish carefully and put it in the appropriate cupboard.

I again made sure that I had accomplished the task as shown and joined Doreen in the living room. She complimented me on doing a good job of vacuuming; she had checked some of the same spots as I had, then headed to the closet. I remembered then that I had to empty the bag before I put the vacuum up. She looked in the closet, noticing the full bag, but didn’t say anything. Her next stop is the kitchen, checking the dishes to see if I had gotten them clean and that I had put everything away. She smiled as she went through the cabinets, till she got to the cups we used for our tea. I had failed to get the moisture out of the cups, I had wiped the outside of the cup, but didn’t wipe the inside of the cup dry. She gave me a hug, I will overlook these two things today, but if there are more mistakes this week, I will have to double any negative point total.

Of course, she is smiling ear to ear; I think this exercise is more for her benefit than mine. I asked her if I ended up with a negative point total, what changes she would make to me. She walked to the bedroom and brought back her lists of chores and flipped to the back page. She showed it to me, and as I read it my legs became weak, my knees began to buckle, and I fainted. When I started to regain consciousness, she is holding a wet washcloth over my eyes, wiping my forehead with it. When I started to move, she removed the washcloth and leaned over and gave me a rather passionate kiss on the lips. I looked up at her, my face reflecting the distress and unanswered questions that were filling my mind. She caressed the sides of my face, running her fingers through my hair.

As I started to say something, she suggested that I wait a while, think about what you saw that caused the distress, but hold any comments. Tonight when we get ready for bed, I will tell you my reasons for the changes, and we will talk about what is coming up in your life. Believe me; I did a lot of thinking on what I saw on that sheet of paper.

When we first met, Doreen had been at a Halloween party that I also attended. I ended up dancing with her before the night was over, even though my costume was very feminine and girly. One of my female roommates had dressed me as a cheerleader; she had gone way over what I had in mind, more than a few people thinking that I was an actual female. My reasonably small build and long blonde hair didn’t help matters any; then you take into consideration my cute face (her words), and you can see why I had no trouble looking the part.

Doreen while dancing with me told me repeatedly that I made a very pretty female, and that she is glad to be able to secure a dance with me. We did exchange phone numbers that night, called each other several times, eventually leading to a date, then to a relationship.

From what I saw on the list she intends to carry this much farther than my Halloween masquerade. I know that from now on I will be paying a lot more attention to my chores, negative points will cause my life to become difficult. The items on the list would make me quite feminine, and not just for a few days. This is a side of Doreen I have never seen, making me wonder where all of this is headed.

That evening I did correct my shortfalls, getting the vacuum bag empty, then made sure all of the cups, in fact, all of the dishes were dry and put away properly. The chores I had been assigned gained quite a bit more significance, the consequences of doing poorly suddenly making a huge difference in my thinking. Doreen had gone to get ready for bed first with me only twenty minutes behind her. As I slid into the bed next to her, she laid her head on my chest and told me why this meant so much to her.

“She had exposure to several lesbian encounters during her school years, never participated in any, but watching others had caused an effect on her. She had talked with a few girlfriends over the years, done a little kissing and body exploration with some girlfriends but nothing more. Then she met me and the fascination with two loving females faded. It has sparked a few memories over the years, but nothing that lasted.”

“Then when you resigned, and we became financially secure, my imagination went into overdrive. I remembered how we met, you in your cheerleader costume; that night at the party I was constantly wet thinking about you. I had daydreams with you wearing lipstick, or a cute miniskirt, even going to the salon with me.” Several times I tried to interrupt, but she silenced me telling me just to shut up and listen to her. It is said with such conviction I did as she wanted, not something she has done before, at least, not to me.

“These dreams, visions, or whatever you want to call them have happened more frequently, to the point I want to explore them with you. I think I know you well enough you would not want to participate in this unless you are forced to. So the chores, the points, the whole setup designed to allow you some control over your life. If you do well, you can avoid the perils that you have seen a glimpse of, if you don’t, you get a chance to enter into my world. It is all up to you, I am not forcing anything on you, you can avoid all of the perils, but you will have to work at it.”

“I have to confess that just setting this all up has made me wet with anticipation, maybe if you relax a little, trying to keep your masculinity might also affect you in much the same way.” She reached out and grabbed at my crotch, her hand finding my rock hard penis trying to bore a hole out of my pants. A big smile found its way to her face, a wink and then a squeeze almost made me squirt my load.

Since my organ had betrayed me, I couldn’t deny that the proposition had no effect on me. I swallowed hard a couple of times before I found a voice and could get out a word or two. I asked how far she intends to carry this, some of the things that I got a glimpse of were quite severe, almost separating myself from my masculinity? “To keep the premise viable, not just some words, I am going to take it all the way to completion. You will either end up a satisfied male, with all the sex he can handle or I will have a female lover for the rest of my life. One of us is going to be quite happy, but just maybe both of us will find a side of us we didn’t know existed, a side we can live with and enjoy.”

When I was allowed to speak I tried to get her to change her mind, this whole idea is crazy, but all she would say is you agreed to it, the game is on, let the better person win. I knew I had lost that part of the argument, one; she is enjoying this too much, two; she has never changed her mind after she has come to a decision. The possible outcome sent shivers through my whole body, a lot to lose if I failed to do well at my tasks. She turned out the light; the discussion is over; she did hug me tight, and we fell asleep that way.

I stayed in bed until she left for work, partly because I didn’t want to face her until I could think some things through. Everything now took on a new significance, there is suddenly much more at stake than before, mainly my masculinity. I eventually got up and went to the bathroom, then went to the kitchen and had some cereal. I returned to the bedroom, and dressed in some of my sweats, then vacuumed the bedroom and the hall. I even moved all of the furniture, to vacuum underneath, not wanting to risk the chance of getting negative points. As I put the vacuum back, I emptied the bag, even washing the filter for the vacuum. After closing the closet door, I re-opened it to make sure the vacuum is sitting there properly and that the bag is empty, not trusting myself to do as required without double checking.

I again returned to the library to read some, but my mind is still going over some of the things I saw on that damned list. A thought came to me; maybe I could do something extra from the list to possibly gain some cushion in my quest for positive points. I put the book back and hurried home. I went right to the bedroom and looked for the list of chores. I found it in her nightstand drawer and perused the list for something that I might do; that would not require her to show me how to first. The only thing that might be a possibility is doing laundry. I had done some laundry for myself when I was still single, so it is not a totally foreign entity to me.

I gathered up our laundry basket and went to the laundry room. Each apartment had its own washing machine and dryer, one of the things that had endeared the place to her in the first place. I sorted the colors from the whites, then partially filled the washer with clothes. It turned out to be a mixed load, some of hers and some of mine. I added the detergent according to the directions, then the fabric softener. I set the size and type of load, then started the machine. When it had finished, I moved the items to the dryer and turned it on.

I am so pleased with myself, doing something on my own, and hoping to gain some extra points in doing so. When the dryer beeped, I removed the clothes and folded them on our bed, wanting them to be visible so she would notice that I had done them. Tonight we are going to eat out, so no dinner preparation is necessary. Doreen is a little bit late but heads to the bedroom right away to get changed to go out. I had already dressed in some chinos and a golf shirt, so I stayed in the living room waiting for her. She appears dressed to the nines, in an LBD that appears to have been painted on her body.

My interest is suddenly very obvious, my pants getting to be too tight for comfort. Doreen notices and as she walks by, brushes up against me, making things much worse. We do eventually get to the restaurant she has picked out, ordered some wine and our meals. We talk about everything and nothing, but the time passes quickly and soon we are headed home. I walk straight to the bedroom, the clothes I had laundered earlier still laying on the bedspread.

I change into my pajamas, then turn on the TV in the bedroom. She takes quite a while in the bathroom, coming out in this next to nothing nightie. She heads out to the kitchen to get a drink, then returns to the bedroom. She sits in the other chair next to me and watches what I have on the TV. I finally lose what little interest I had in it and switch it off. I turn to look at her and notice she has her list with her. I hope it means I will receive some positive points, but her look unnerves me. When she is sure, she has my attention she starts. “The vacuuming job is very well done, I get positive points for it.” I notice she has a space for each task, the point total assigned and comments on what is right and what is wrong.

Each day is listed separately and then a space for the weekly total. Then she comments on the dishes; I looked puzzled; we ate out there are no dishes in the sink. Like a child she takes my hand and leads me to the kitchen, there in the sink are my lunch dishes and three glasses that we used to get water. I receive a negative point total for this, and then she marks yesterday’s results as negative and doubles it like she said she would do if I goofed up during the week.

Then she dealt with me doing the laundry. She applauded me doing something extra without being asked so she will give me some positive points for initiative, incidentally she had that on a line on her list, so I received fifty points. Now as to the quality of the job and its completeness. Several of my items are faded, requiring the item to be replaced. Another of my items has been shrunk in the high heat of the dryer, and it will also need replacing. Two of your items that used to be white are now faded, though they are still wearable. I will have to give you negative points for this chore; you also did not complete the task, half of the laundry still needs to be done.

I saw her give me the negative points, but then I realized that the laundry chore was worth quite a bit more than the other chores. I received five hundred negative points, my head dropped down, my heart stopped, and I think I even quit breathing for a minute.

Judgment day seemed to be quickly approaching, and I had a very impressive negative point total. I got a hug for trying to do something extra, but she then explained once I started a chore I had it added to my daily chores. To empathize the point she showed me where it is spelled out in the agreement between us. She then showed me where it stated that if clothing was destroyed beyond be usable, that I had to replace that clothing with identical items or suffer a three hundred point penalty for each item.

She quietly handed me the three items, told me where I could probably find a replacement and then marked it on her sheet. I apparently have three days to replace the item before I am awarded the negative points.

I sat hard on the sofa in the living room; she has spent too much time fine tuning this agreement; I see now that it will take desperate measures to keep me from falling into her clutches, two days into it, and I am already near the edge of the cliff. I keep thinking of some of the things that I saw on the list, then shuddering as the goose pimples come up on my arms and legs. I had been sitting there for an hour when she comes to grab my hand and drag me back to the bedroom. She hugs me; “you might as well get used to the idea, a female you is in your future, months and years as my lover and plaything. I know you are scared, I can feel it when I touch you, but once you see the real you, you will embrace it wholeheartedly.”

I am not sure I shared her enthusiasm in that I would welcome it and embrace the female lifestyle. To be honest, I am progressing towards that femaleness faster than I had ever thought possible. The next day, I practiced a kind of preciseness that is unheard of these days. I moved every piece of furniture in the room that is on today’s agenda to be vacuumed, carefully ran the machine over the carpeting, then thoroughly cleaned the vacuum before putting it back in the closet, I actually took the machine apart cleaning every last nook and cranny of its being.

I did the remainder of the laundry, separating every last class of clothes making sure that all items matched in care and temperature use. After all had been washed and dried, I folded them and carefully put them away. I walked the whole house looking for any laundry that had escaped the laundry basket, determined not to allow any negativity to come into play tonight. Dinner is a couple of frozen entrees, better than some of them, but still lacking in actual taste. I did the same careful screening of the kitchen as I had done for the laundry and vacuuming, making sure that nothing is missed. Satisfied in my endeavors, I went to the living room.

Doreen is finishing some paperwork she had brought home from the office, as I enter. She places it back in her briefcase and then gives me a giant hug. We sit on the couch and cuddle a little, her the first to start off the conversation. She asked if I had double checked everything I had done today, making sure that all is done to her standards. I blushed she knows me to well, I replied that I had, and I am sure all will be to her satisfaction. She looked at me and asked if I had replaced her things yet, I swallowed hard, I really forgot that little tidbit since I was so busy trying to keep from getting any deeper in negativity. She suggested that I work on that now, the malls are still open, and I had only two days left to get it done.

I quickly got dressed and headed out the door, when I arrived at the mall, I still had an hour and a half to find her replacements. I checked the stores where she had bought them originally, but the items are something they no longer carry. I had taken the items with me, causing me to get quite a few looks, carrying around a bra, a panty, and a garter belt. The first associate that I had talked to did give me a bag to put them in to ease my embarrassment in carrying them around. At the last mega lingerie store that I had stopped at, the assistant manager told me they still carried it, but only in an antique ivory color. It is a set, with a price tag of over a hundred dollars. I did buy it, walking out of the store a lot lighter in the wallet than when I came in.

I felt good, at my accomplishment, no more negative points to deal with, maybe things are turning around for me. The drive home seems quicker; I am looking forward to Doreen seeing that I am a responsible and caring person replacing her things that I had damaged. I entered the house telling her that I am home. I got an enthusiastic hug; then she led me to the bedroom, where she had laid out some of the things that I had laundered today. Next to the bed is the vacuum, and I had a sudden ill feeling come over me.

She told me to plug in the vacuum and turn it on. I complied, but when I turned on the switch, there is no response. After I had taken it apart to clean it, I never made sure it still ran. My shoulders drooped down; things were not looking good. She pointed to the items on the bed, asking me to pick them up and feel them. I did, they felt alright, maybe a little stiffer than they usually were. The thought suddenly hit me; that is why the fabric softener is on the shelf next to the detergent, why I had forgotten that today is unreal. She mentioned that the dishes are clean, a very good job, but several of the plates were in the wrong stack, and the silverware is mixed up now, the better silver now mixed with the everyday silver.

Another disastrous day, I got up and told her I had to use the restroom, then went down the hall to the guest bathroom. I needed to be alone for a while, to figure out what I am going to do. I now realize that no matter what I do and how I do it there is always a way to find some fault in the completion of the task. I sat on the toilet after locking the door, going over what few options I might still have in this. There turned out to be not many available, then realized why Doreen is so good at her job. She had anticipated my every reaction and had planned a way to force me to her objective. From the time I had signed the agreement, my fate was sealed, and the objective she wanted is assured. I set there for quite some time, looking at the situation with a new perspective and a greater appreciation of her skills and devious planning.

I eventually left the bathroom, walking back to the bedroom, an idea in my head of a way to get to the crux of the matter without all of the games. As I entered, she is sitting on the bed watching what I am going to do. I asked to see the list again; I need to check on some things and how they are worded. She opened her nightstand drawer and removed the list, handing it to me. I took it over to her vanity, set down and read it from cover to cover. Whenever I looked up to see her expression, she had a smile on her face.

When I finished, I laid the list down and contemplated my next move. I wanted peace with her, nothing that she could do to me would lessen my love for her, but I also wanted a little control of my life. I recognized I would soon be all female, that is spelled out in every line and word on the pages she had written. I just didn’t realize her intent and glossed over everything seeing only what I wanted to see in the deal. I got up and moved over to the bed, laying down beside her, taking hold of one of her hands. She pointed to the bag of replacements that I had purchased.

“I cut her off; I know they are the wrong color, probably the wrong size, and yes I realize that I have nine hundred more negative points added to my total. I want the agreement torn up, in its place I offer the following compromise. I will subject myself to one of your wishes every week willingly, your choice, but let’s not go through all of this drama to get what you want. I want to find a school that teaches cooking and doing household chores and enroll myself. In exchange, you will treat me like a cherished wife, affording me money for clothes, makeup, lingerie, and of course appointments for a beauty salon to make me pretty and feminine. I can’t have you babies, but I will gladly raise our children if you desire.”

“Like my namesake of the fifties, I want to be called June, loved like a wife, cherished as a lover and treasured as a companion. Now do I get a kiss and my own credit card so I can get beautiful for you, or do you have something else in mind?”

She rolled over on top of me, pinning my arms above my head and latched onto one of my nipples. My t-shirt is wadded up around my neck, my shorts are tented quite a bit, and I am sweating. Before she did much else, she reached over to her drawer once again and pulled out a jewelry box. She removed the ring from it and slid it on my finger, then the second ring placing it next to the other. I raised my hand to look at the rings, a perfect match to the set I had given her earlier in life. When we first started dating and living together I had given her an engagement ring and wedding band, even though we were not married, I wanted any possible Lotharios to know she is off the market.

As we laid there she asked if I am sure that I wanted to give in so easily, she is enjoying the game, and the anticipation of me becoming her female lover and wife keeps her wet all the time. I giggled, yes. I know a female giggle from a former staunch male, a gesture that emphasized my submissiveness recently. I somehow didn’t feel like much of a male, and I knew it wouldn’t take her long to change my appearance to her ideal woman.

“I am as sure that I can be, I love you immensely, and if this will make you happy, I will do my best to comply. I do ask one thing, leave me with my manhood until we are sure that this is what you want. I do want the lessons in becoming a housewife and cook if I am going to do this I want to do it right. I want to be able to show you how much I care for you by taking care of you and our home the way a wife would take care of her husband and home.”

I got a big hug; then she asked one more time if I am sure. I told her I am sure; I love her with all that I possess and want to take care of her for the rest of my life. She got the biggest smile on her face, then retreated to the kitchen.

I am left alone on the bed for a few minutes as she made a few calls in the kitchen. When she returned to the bedroom, she told me I had an appointment in the morning at her salon to become her woman. Then after dinner, I had my first lesson with a teacher to learn to cook and take care of a house. The teacher is a friend of mine, who takes students to learn to be a better wife. She knows all about you, and will give you the knowledge you desire. Then she approached me and gently lifted my head till I am looking directly into her eyes. “I love you with all my heart and soul after you have made the transformation I want to get married for real, to make an honest woman out of you. I also want to buy a house for you, a beautiful woman needs a house of her own, to make a real home out of it, a home for the two of us.”

I wasn’t allowed to say much after that, every time I opened my mouth, she kissed me, using her tongue to probe my open mouth. I got the hint after the third time I tried some type of communication. She cuddled me closely, and I drifted off to sleep in her arms. She helped me out of bed the next morning, keeping me moving along as I dressed in some clothes she had laid on the bed. She brushed my hair for me, then applied some lipstick to my lips and then I am pushed out the door.

She drove me to the salon, a nice gesture on her part until I realized I had no way home other than her picking me up. She dragged me into the salon and right to a room at the back of the salon. She helped me get undressed, then grabbed my clothes and left after giving me an erotic kiss. So much for me making a break for it later, I quickly came to the conclusion I am in over my head, Doreen is smarter than I am, having successfully outwitted me in every facet of this deal. I resigned myself to becoming the female she wants, maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as I thought.

The stylist entered the room and giggled at my state of undress. The first words out of her mouth, you must be Doreen’s new wife, glad to meet you, I am Celeste, your stylist and guide into the wonderful world of femininity. Get up on the table and we will begin your journey. She looked at the cards that she brought in with her, making small comments as she read them. You are scheduled for the basic sex change, tits, ass, and hair. Over the next few weeks, we have you down for almost every service we offer, and then after that a weekly maintenance appointment to keep you at your feminine best. Your appointments are always at this time and day; you should expect to be here for at least six hours, sometimes more.

Today will be a little longer since the procedure for breast creation is a minimum of eight hours. Now lay back and let’s get this show on the road. She applied the cream to my entire body, including my eyebrows and beard area. The cream on my body is removed after thirty minutes, what little hair I had disappearing with it. Included in the areas covered were my groin and between the crack of my butt. The cream on my face and eyebrows is left on for an hour, when she removed it my face looked clear, not even a shadow of beard remained. After a repeated application at a future appointment, my body hair would be completely dead, unable to grow again.

Then she concentrated on my groin, spraying a numbing agent to keep everything calm and unfeeling. She worked down there for a while, then used glue to anchor her efforts, when I raised my head to look, an image of a male is not there, my male organ no longer visible. When she finished down there, I had an exact match to Doreen’s female sex, two small puffy areas with a slit in between. Even the lack of pubic hair matched Doreen.

Celeste then moved to my chest, measuring and marking two areas on my smooth hair free chest. A machine is wheeled in, and two fairly good sized cups are centered over the marked areas. The breast cups are glued to my chest making for a secure connection, then a syringe of fatty substance is inserted into each cup. The hoses are attached to the cups and the machine starts. The cups start filling as the suction starts pulling flesh into them. Then after ten minutes of sucking extra tissue into the cups, the cups start to vibrate, causing the tissue in the cups to bounce up and down in response to the vibration.

The feeling is erotic; I want to hold the cups with my hands to stop the vibrations, but my hands on the cups do not stop the pulsations of the tissue in the cups. I look up at Celeste, the smile on her face says she is enjoying my discomfort. She whispers in my ear, there is a price for beauty, and you are paying for having boobs now.

The bouncing up and down of my tissue is also causing my mind to turn to mush, I can’t think straight, then I look at the slowly filling cups and wonder how that is possible. Shortly the cups will be full, and I will have a set of breasts that will rival most females. I am sorry, but my mind can’t handle that thought, just a few hours ago I was a normal looking male, and now I have a vagina and soon to be two voluptuous breasts.

Then I realized that I had agreed to accept one item from her list each week, in her salon at the present and scheduled to complete a lengthy list before she picks me up tonight. I have certainly underestimated her, her thinking and planning easily able to outsmart me at every turn. Heck, this is not even a fair contest, I had lost before we even started, just not aware of the eventual outcome.

With the vibrations still permeating my body, she moves her attention to my nails. I contemplate stopping this here but realize that she will just do something else that I won’t be aware of till it is too late. Might as well get this over with now, she will have her female, and I will have some peace, at least, for a few days. The manicure left me with long elegant nails, three coats of polish topped off with a glossy topcoat. I stared at them, an obvious statement of my new found femininity.

Next on the agenda for today is my hair. I have fairly long hair for a male, the ends of my locks nearly reaching my shoulders. She washed and conditioned my hair, then wrapped my head in a towel to get the excess moisture out of it. The forms were still on my chest, even though the vibrations had ceased and the machine had been turned off. The hoses and cables from the forms were still connected, leaving me with two cups filled to capacity with tissue that I did not know existed. The source of the vibrations had ceased, though I could still feel the tissue in the forms vibrating. It was obvious that the suction was still keeping the flesh in the cups, the pump just not pulling any more in.

I found out the forms stay on, eventually dissolving, leaving only soft breast tissue in its place. I knew then that the female part of me would be with me for quite some time. Since the tissue was sucked from my body, it would not be just a matter of it returning to its previous state. The female June is a fact, and apparently for the long term.

I am helped to her styling chair, from the sinks and the towel removed. She ran a coarse comb through the hair getting out any snags or knots, then sectioned it off and secured the sections in tiny pin curls all over my head. The curls were sprayed with a setting gel and then each section is wound on several curlers of different sizes, depending on where on my head they resided. After all of my hair is in the curlers I am moved under a dryer, the warm heat of the dryer making me extremely sleepy.

Even though my hair is in curlers, it still gives the illusion of a female, only my lack of makeup still keeping the looks from being totally female. Celeste figured that, so her next area of attack is my face, concealer to hide any blemishes, then a foundation to even the skin tones on my face. She penciled in some eyebrows, although the fine line that she drew there not much wider than a fine point magic marker. The placement of the line is much higher than my natural brow line and arched drastically high above my eyes, tapering to a point beyond the end of my eye. Then eyeliner to both the top and bottom lids of my eye, framing my eye perfectly. Some bright pink eye shadow, with ivory highlights right under my brows. Some rouge on my cheeks feathering up towards my ears to emphasize my cheekbones, then several coats of mascara to make my eyelashes stand out. Finally, she lined my lips with a pencil, a dark pink/burgundy color, filled in with some lipstick in the dark pink color matching my fingernails.

She told me to follow her to another door, leading to their clothes area. The store is larger than the salon, filled with all types of women’s clothes. The cape I had been wearing is removed, and Celeste took my measurements including my shoe size. Then she headed out to the racks to select some appropriate things for me. She returned a couple of minutes later with an arm full and hung them on the hooks of a changing room. Then she went back out to get me some lingerie to wear, that being found on the shelves on the far side of the store.

She returned and laid them on a table at the side of the room. Panties and bra first, the sensations of slipping into the panties and them being pulled up my hair free legs almost made me do something very unladylike. The bra felt surprisingly comfortable, helping to support my breasts. The forms were already softening, the weight pulling down, making me aware of the weight of my new appendages. The bra did make all the difference, the breast neatly ensconced in the cup of the bra, caressing the nipple as I made small movements causing the breast to shift in the cup. I could already feel the nipple at the end of the cup as it is encased in the bra.

Then a skirt is slid up my legs and fastened behind me. The fit in the thighs is tight, a little more room at the knees, but not enough to walk comfortably, the skirt restricting my steps and stride. The blouse is next, a very sheer material, in an off white color, going perfectly with the color of the skirt. A contrast existed between the two, but the colors did go together. A pair of four-inch pumps in the same off white color now adorned my feet, making me feel suddenly unstable.

Celeste told me to take short steps, keeping one foot in front of the other as if I was walking a tightrope. She had me walk around the salon several times, getting used to my footwear and the restriction of the skirt. As I passed the mirrors on the wall, I noticed that my bra clearly showed through the blouse, the lace trim even noticeable. I looked every bit the female, only my hair still in curlers ruining the effect.

That problem is handled next; the curlers removed, and my hair brushed into a pageboy style, the ends curling under at my neck and sides. The last vestige of my male appearance now removed, from head to toe, I looked like a woman. Sure enough, with my realization that I am indeed a female now in looks Doreen comes walking into the salon, then I lower my head staring at the floor ahead of me. I am ashamed of my sudden femininity, in a few hours my male self has been obliterated completely, that doesn’t speak much about my masculine image before this, if it could be done away with so easily.

Doreen walks right up to me, lifts my chin and kisses me passionately. I stare into her eyes, trying to see what her intent is with me. I know I had made some demands on her asking her to take care of me, to love me, but that is before I have been changed into this total feminine being. How can she still love me, after seeing me being changed so easily into a gorgeous female? She had originally intended to marry a male, but he doesn’t exist anymore, maybe gone for a long, long time, from the looks of my new body.

She leads me to her car, getting the door for me, even helping me fasten my seat belt. She returns to the driver’s seat and drives us home. The trip is in silence, with me not knowing what to say to her. Do I try to act female to her, is that what she wants from me? Since I am so indecisive, I do nothing. She parks in the garage and comes to help me out of the car, then leads me into the apartment. I am led directly to the living room and sat down on the couch. She heads to the kitchen to get us something to drink, and returns sitting our drinks on the coffee table directly in front of us.

“I think you have come to the wrong conclusion today about everything. That is what happens when you think too much, worry about everything, and generally make a mess out of any situation. I want you to listen to me, with both ears. I am deeply in love with you; I want nothing else in life but to share my life with you till we die. Whether you are female or male in appearance makes no difference to me in my love for you.”

“How we enjoy that time together is up to us, I have always seen a side to you that is buried, never seeing the light of day. It is a part of you that I want to share some of my life with, a part that upon looking at you, has been repressed for far too long. I want no more negative feelings about the person I see sitting beside me, a beautiful woman that I love even more than your former male self. Her beauty brightens up this room, makes my heart race, and causes my body to tingle all over. This is you, it has always been you, but you never allowed it to come out and play. We are going to do that now, and for the rest of our lives.”

“I have found us a couple of houses to look at, both of them are what I picture you living in, making them our home. I will take care of you, treasure you, and make love to you until you kick me out the door.” She then leaned in and kissed me so deep that I felt my toes tingling when she allowed me to get a breath. The doorbell rang, she looked at me, then asked if I am going to answer it. I gave her a look but did make my way to the door. It is a pizza delivery boy, with two boxes for us. I turned to get some money from my purse, but Doreen is standing behind me, handing him the money and telling him to keep the change. Doreen took the pizzas to the kitchen while I went to the living room to retrieve our drinks.

We sat at the bar, nibbling at the pizza, and taking sips of our drinks. It felt good, being able to relax with her more than I usually managed to accomplish. I received frequent kisses, her hand not involved in eating rubbing my thigh, keeping me in constant turmoil. We only ate one of the pizza’s the other put in the refrigerator for snacking later on.

We made our way to the bedroom, a new nightie, presumably for me laying on my side of the bed. I made my way to the bathroom, taking the nightie with me, changed into it and sighed. It showed all of my new assets in all their glory, my nipples betraying my feelings before I even got back to the bedroom, the forms that shaped them almost faded away. I brushed my hair, my teeth, even removed my makeup trying everything I could to delay the inevitable. With my pert nipples leading the way I ventured back to the bedroom, Doreen waiting at the edge of the bed for my return. She is dressed similarly to me, her nipples as excited as mine.

It turned out to be a long night, I do wish I could remember what happened that night, but since my mind was closed down for repairs, I doubt that would be possible. Two days later we did look at the houses, the second one perfect as far as I was concerned. Since it was going to be my house to fix up, maintain, and care for, I was the one that got to choose. A month later we were moved in, she got me a mover to pack everything and get it to our new house. It took me several weeks to get it decorated the way I wanted it, my new teacher helping me make the correct decisions for colors and fabrics.

It took a little longer for me to master the cooking part, but soon Doreen was rushing home to experience what I had come up with for dinner every night. I learned the proper way to do household chores, even made a schedule to keep them evenly distributed during the week. A modern housewife has to have time for her beauty regime, mine consisted of two salon appointments every week. I loved the salon time, the gals at the salon now my friends.

My teacher Ms. Abernathy has been invaluable. It only took her a couple of visits to ascertain my skill level. Since I love to cook now, I can’t wait for the next class, eager to learn another recipe to make my lover eager to rush home to me. We even take time to go grocery shopping together.

Several of the gurls from the salon have become friends and we take a day or two a week to shop for feminine necessities and clothing.

Now after a visit to the sperm bank to make a withdrawal, I started my carefully planned attack to get Doreen pregnant. When we had started dating each other she had convinced me to make a deposit at the sperm bank, her reasoning long forgotten by now. She had even spent the time to have a couple of her eggs harvested for possible future use. If necessary and my other plan fails to get the desired results I have a backup plan already in place.

I have learned a lot from her, my plan will guarantee what I want. As she had laid out her plan for me a while back, I have mine setup, rewards and penalties in place, the end result is her with child, so that my last part in this scenario can be carried out.

June loving wife and caring mother will finally be realized. A wonderful life to look forward to, caring for my Doreen, her every need seen to by her wife and lover. The life of a female a dream come true for both of us.

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