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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2024 by Francesca