Monica; One Of The Girls

Monica; One Of The Girls

My turn to host the girls, it was going to be this Friday night, ten days since the last outing. We were associates from work, some of us had been with the company for years, the last two to join the group only with the company for six months. We all worked in the customer support department, our jobs to help our customers with their orders, shipping, or to help straighten out mistakes made by our shipping department. It wasn’t a hard job, but sometimes it could be exasperating. The friendships started as we went to a bar to have a few drinks together once a week or so.

The bar scene was not something any of us really enjoyed so we started going to one of our apartments or homes to continue the meetings. Then each hostess or host would fix some light snacks, and some exotic coffees or teas for us to enjoy at our get-together. The first meetings were spent griping about our jobs, our company’s lack of appreciation for us or some current boyfriend or girlfriend actions during the last date. That over time morphed to some games, finally ending up with what we past the time with now at our get togethers.

I should explain about the group first. Wendy was our supervisor, about thirty, a blonde and quite shapely. She was the most outgoing of the group, her inhibitions were non-existent. She was single, really not interested in dating much, but did attend any company functions to check out what was being offered.

Beverly was her assistant, a red head and probably the most intelligent of the group. Her temper matched her hair color, although she was able to keep it tame enough to keep from getting in trouble with it. Bev had been married, found out her husband of three weeks was having sex with someone else and came close to making a woman of him literally.

Suzie was one of the staff, along with the rest of us, eight to six four days a week. We rotated our days off so there was always five of us working. She also was single, but was dating every chance she could get to hopefully find Mr. Right. She even tried dating a female once, her success with the males was pretty dismal and she was feeling down and lost. The next day she declared herself bi-sexual, and since then either sex is alright, just hadn’t found the right one yet. We called her our chameleon, since her hair color changed weekly trying to find something to help lure that elusive partner.

Patricia was our fashionista, dressed to the nines every day she worked. Her family had money so she spent it on clothes, lingerie, and makeup. She was in her mid-twenties, never admitting to an actual age. She was quieter than the rest, but often spoke up when pushed by an unruly customer. It had gotten her into trouble in the past so she always set between us. If her voice started to raise we would lean over and rub her leg to get her to calm down. If necessary one of us would take her customer to soothe things out. Her hair was most often brunette, but always with highlights.

Then we have Janice, our mystery girl. She was friendly, almost too friendly. Never shared anything about her past, but was one of the most efficient at her job. She was constantly getting ratings near 100 on her reviews, we joked that she could sweet talk the clothes off anybody before they realized what was happening. She was definitely the tallest, nearly six feet in her heels. Her actual height was never disclosed, we often kidded her about it but she always side stepped any direct answers to our questions. Another brunette, her hair almost to her waist, always shiny and loose.

Lastly we have me, the only male of the group. I was the token male to assure no allegations of discrimination could be leveled against the company. I was actually told that when I was hired, I needed the job badly so it was not an issue with me. It did take them a couple of weeks before I was accepted into the group, the stilted conversations at first made the girls resent me, but soon they resumed their normal dialogue. When I made a remark about what one of them said one day it was met with complete silence.

Janice saved the day for me and the others. “He speaks, and it was a relevant thought, what are we going to do now.” There was quite a bit of giggling, but from that moment on I was included as if I was one of the girls. Several times the conversations were a little more than I could handle comfortably. The girls just grinning but keeping it up. About four weeks later I was invited to my first female gathering. It went well, I made a few appropriate comments and was accepted as a full member of the click.

Over the months I have noticed my focus has changed, I used to follow sports, now when I look at a newspaper or magazine I look for any fashion articles or celebrity happenings. When we are walking to our favorite spot for lunch I look at the store windows just like the girls.

I did attempt to date a couple of females in the company, but apparently my actions that night left them without any desire for a second date. My so called friends and advisors suggested that I try a male, my charms would have him eating out of my hands quickly. I do hope they were kidding me, but decided I was not going to test that theory in the near future.

Now that you have a little history, back to the meeting at my house tonight. It is my parents’ house, given to me when they upped and moved to the other side of the country. They said it was because they wanted a warmer climate, without the extreme heat of the desert southwest. I never did hear if Northern Georgia was any better. My mom and I still talked, but they were always busy doing something with friends, so for the last three years we saw nothing of each other.

I had went all out in preparation of tonight’s snacks, made little snack pizzas, warmed some breadsticks, had three tomato based sauces to dip them in and even made some three bean salad. I had gotten some prepared drinks from a beverage company that we all used for the exotic coffees and teas we have learned to like. I had ten different selections to choose from for tonight. The group arrived all together, exchanged hugs and kisses and we dove in while the pizza and bread sticks were warm. I received numerous compliments, them kidding about always having the meetings at my house since the service and menu were the best of the group.

We talked and giggled often for the next hour, we had two new employees to talk about at work, both of them full of themselves and widely believed to be gone before the next week was out. Both were female, spoiled rotten and too young to have learned how to survive on their own.

Finally time for the games, it was Wendy’s time to choose a game, so she went to her purse and withdrew several pads and pens. We were to each jot down five fantasies of ours, trying to keep anyone from guessing who the fantasy was for. Real fantasies and erotic in nature, not casual dreams or desires. If we fooled everybody, we received points, if we were guessed then we had to act out the fantasy. I swallowed hard, but the girls were already writing feverishly.

I couldn’t think of anything, my fantasies were to marry, have children, and get promoted at work, nothing even remotely erotic or unusual. A couple of the girls were already finished, looking at me wondering why I wasn’t writing something down. I finally wrote a couple of things down, things that I had read on a fiction site I stumbled on a few days ago. I figured they were so left field that no one would be able to figure who wrote them. I made sure to slant the wording so that it could not be presumed to be a male wanting those things, since of the six people I was the only male.

Then Wendy surprised me by telling us to exchange one fantasy with each of the other players, so they were now all mixed up. We had folded them so no writing could be seen, then exchanged one with each of my counterparts. A bowl was produced and we dumped them all in and stirred them up. To keep from one of us recognizing the hand writing a fellow player would draw a slip of paper and read it for the player whose turn it was.

Wendy drew first for Beverly, reading it and then laying it face down on the table. It was one of mine, I tried to show no emotion, but that is real hard when dealing with this type of situation. Beverly hemmed and hawed, looking at each of us and smiling at us, trying to cause a reaction. She made some guesses of who that person might be, Janice wouldn’t do this, but I could see Patricia maybe wanting something like this. It was fun there was a lot of gigging and laughing, but then she pushed the paper in front of me.

Wendy then told us that the papers would remain in front of the person selected until the end of the game. Then all would be confessed and the accurately guessed fantasies would be indulged. I wish I had known that earlier before I had come up with my supposed fantasies. Too late now, maybe I would be spared any more accurate guesses.

To get through the thirty fantasy slips took some time, it was almost the end of the game before my other fantasies came up. I spent all of the time trying to figure out how to claim the fantasies were not mine. Since the color of the ink looked the same and I had purposefully printed my fantasies I thought I might be able to at least deflect one or two accurate guesses. I wasn’t paying attention as the last four slips were read and my last fantasy was pushed in front of me. The girls were giggling uncontrollably now, hoping they had guessed right.

Wendy went through each pile, separating them out into two piles. She used our pens to do the separating making a slash of the pen over the writing to verify which ones were ours and not someone else’s. I let out an audible sigh, all of the girls looking my way and smiling. I was doomed by my own stupidity, and going to have to live up to my outlandish fake fantasies.

As each girl was checked they immediately did what the fantasy required, taking off a portion of their clothing, undressing completely or in one case allowing her hands to be tied behind her back. I would have been turned on to the nth degree except I knew what was coming for me. Of course, Wendy saved me for last, even doing her own pile before she checked mine. I would have been in seventh heaven as she completely removed her clothes, standing near me as she checked my pile. You know what happened as soon as you started reading this tale, all but one of my absurd fantasies now laying on the table in front of me.

All of the girls got up, grabbed a fantasy and started rounding up the necessary things to make it happen. That is all but Janice, she was the one to have her hands tied behind her back, but that didn’t stop her from making suggestions or pointing out where something needed for my fantasy could be found. I just sat there waiting for the moment when my whole world would come apart. How could I have been so dumb, don’t answer that.

I was stripped naked and then dressed in some of their lingerie and clothes currently not in use. The sensations of the silky clothes on my body were hard to resist, my male apparatus showing signs of inflating. The girls all watched in awe. “Well we now know that these are his actual fantasies, the truth detector has spoken.” I had some makeup applied, now dressed in a bra, panties, slip, dress, stockings and high heels. Unfortunately we were relatively the same size, a couple of their things a little tight on me. The makeup consisted of mascara, way too much in my opinion and several coats of lipstick.

It was surreal, one gal totally naked, one with her titties exposed and one with nothing on her lower torso, then you have Janice with her hands tied behind her back, one not missing any clothes but on her hands and knees waiting to lick the first volunteer to a climax. Then you have me dressed in their clothes, trying to shrink away from all of it.

Then they started talking about my last fantasy that was read aloud to the group. Simply stated it was to be the boss lady for the day, to be able to supervise employees and be the one in charge. When I wrote it, I was sure that it would point to one of the other females, so I had no qualms in submitting it. Now it looked like I was about to have an even worse day than this, as they planned how to satisfy my fondest desire on Monday.

I had calmed down some, a little rational thought appearing in my mind from time to time. What about the other fantasies of the girls, I only saw some shedding of some clothes, not the two or three things they had to do to satisfy the fantasies they had to perform. I got some red faces, some stuttering, and some downcast eyes. I looked over their stack of slips, picking out a few that I thought would be appropriate for a Monday work day. I told them I would go to work as a female boss Monday if they would do these things at the same time.

I stood there hands on my hips, in one of their dresses, my stuffed breasts making my chest protrude lewdly. I could barely walk in the heels, switching from foot to foot to keep my toes from being squashed even more in the shoes. They reluctantly agreed, anxious to see me in female attire for a whole day. I giggled to myself, thinking of some of the things they would suffer through that day, misery loves company my motto at least for Monday.

We did all agree that this particular game would never be played again, the consequences too much to live with. We did complement Wendy for thinking out of the box, but told her also that any further thinking on her part would be severally punished. We are not kidding.

The girls wanted some assurances that I would not change my mind, so they took my luggage and packed away all of my male clothes from the closet and dresser except for a couple of things they would wear home. That was done so that I would have clothes for tomorrow and Monday, each outfit laid out on my love seat for me to select from. “You don’t trust me, I am hurt by your actions.” That was said as they took a bag a piece and left me standing there in my dress and heels.

After leaving I checked the bedroom to see if they had forgotten anything. No luck, the bedroom and bathroom clean as a whistle except for the makeup they had left me for Monday. There was even a bottle of nail polish there for my use. I set done hard on a chair by the window, staring outside as if an answer to my problem laid out there for my selection. It was fun for a while, we did have a lot of fun, but when I had to own up to all my supposed fantasies the fun part seemed to leak away. I set there for quite some time, finally it was time to get some sleep, two more days of this femaleness before Monday and the end of my fantasy period. I removed my clothes, but left on the panties and bra. I know not the reason for leaving the bra and panties on, maybe just having another piece of clothing helping me to feel less naked and uncomfortable.

I slipped under the covers, the mind still working on how I had screwed things up so bad. I eventually got some sleep, the next morning way too many vivid dreams making their appearance. I went to the bathroom, then changed panties and the bra to the other set waiting for me today. I smiled briefly thinking of the girls going home without their bras wearing only my rough shorts and jeans. Janice did call me later that day asking if I was dressed properly, she was the one selected to make sure I was doing as told and had not slipped out anywhere to obtain any male clothing. I invited her over, my extreme embarrassment was pretty much gone, they had already seen me naked and dressed as a woman so nothing new there today.

An hour later she knocked on the door, I went over to welcome her dragging her to the kitchen for coffee and something to eat. We talked as we sipped the coffee, and some pastries I had forgotten I had in the freezer. A few minutes in the microwave and they were suitable to be devoured. I found out from her it was nearly two hours after they left here before she was released, she did love being treated that way, just wished she could find a partner that felt the same way. As that statement left her mouth she was staring at me intensely, waiting for some indication that I might be the one. I thought I might be interested, but decided to wait a while. I had my own demons to align somehow or extricate if I couldn’t live with them.

She stayed for lunch, some sandwiches and some cottage cheese, something I had often to help curb my weight and keep my figure. That last word now having another meaning to the new me. Once lunch was handled we sat and talked. She did make some suggestions for me, my knees not together when I set, I didn’t smooth my skirt before I set. I was advised on a more feminine walk and how to hold my hands when not doing something. I brought up to Janice how I wanted to take it a little further for Monday may be getting my ears pierced, or a makeover to make my disguise a little more realistic. The way that I looked now I looked like a male in a dress, at work I wanted to blend in some, not wanting the whole office staff to make fun of me or be able to kid me.

She suggested a salon that could help, even gave me their number. She had her hair cut there, her stylist was named Sheila, she was sure that she could help me. Janice had a family gathering to go to, but promised to pick me up tomorrow morning, saving me the embarrassment of driving in heels and a dress. We hugged, it felt real good. Something had changed between her and me, but I just couldn’t put my finger on what exactly had changed. I called the number, finding out that she could take me a little later today. I drove over to the salon, swallowed several times to get the congestion and fear out of my chest, and then walked in. I expected to be laughed at, but I was treated with respect and caring.

Sheila led me to a private treatment room at the back, wanting to know how she could help me. After explaining what I was thinking she offered me different treatments that might meet my needs. It was overwhelming what they could do for me, so I asked her to just pick a few things for tomorrow, to allow me to escape the male in a dress look. She told me her thoughts: hair removal, some breast forms, a wet set on my hair and some nail polish on my fingers and toes. Then some long lasting makeup for tomorrow so that I wouldn’t have to try to do it myself. Ear piercing was included, according to her I would look so cute with pierced earrings. I agreed and over the next few hours I was transformed into a convincing female. If you looked real close you could still see the male underneath, but a quick glance showed only a cute female.

As she was taking out my curlers, my masses of springy curls bounced around on my head. She took time to spray my face to set the makeup, then created my hairstyle. She suggested that I sleep in a chair tonight so that my hairdo escaped being squashed so much. A liberal coat of hairspray would insure the same look tomorrow, maybe a few fingers lightly run through my hair to remove any smashed curls.

As I left the salon I felt invigorated, a glance in the mirror showed only a female image, a cute one no less. On the way home I stopped at the mall, browsed a few dress shops looking for something special to wear tomorrow. Why I was embracing this, I haven’t the slightest idea. I found a pale green business suit, the jacket fairly form fitting with a slight flare at the hips. The skirt was not quite a pencil skirt, but still tight at least from my standpoint. Luckily they had it in my size. No, I did not become a fashion expert overnight, the sales associate giving me the terms and descriptions that I was using. Yes, I was scared to death, constantly looking around to see if someone had seen through me.

With my purchase in my arms. I felt good somehow, managing to do these things as a female with little distress, well minimal distress. The dress shop associate knew I was a male underneath, but still treated me with respect. The one hundred and sixty dollars I spent on the outfit probably paid her some commission, something I was sure she appreciated.

Don’t ask me why I bought the suit or even had the makeover at the salon. It was not required, but at the time seemed to be a good idea. I closed my eyes and just went with it, consequences be damned. I stopped and got some food to eat at home, some tacos and a burrito along with some tortilla chips. I seriously thought of eating in the little restaurant, but home seemed to be the better choice. I hung my clothes as soon as I got home, again something I have never done before. I then ate my treats, Mexican food, in particular, always a soft spot with me. I cleaned up after myself, something I never did, even felt my head to see if I was running a fever, something my Mother always did if I did something out of the ordinary. Nope no fever, must be insanity then.

I settled into my favorite chair thinking how I would handle tomorrow, the job not requiring a boss really, as long as the calls got handled promptly. The extent of Wendy’s management was supervising the schedule and settling any dispute that might arise with a less than cooperative customer. I drifted off to sleep, surprisingly fast, considering all that my mind was trying to figure out about my involvement, in this fantasy. I got up earlier, the sleeping in the chair did preserve my hairstyle, something I couldn’t figure why I was so concerned about. Dressing in my new outfits was fun, in and out of several of the pieces of lingerie left for me to see what looked best with my new purchase.

Janice was early, her eyebrows shot up when she saw how I was dressed. She slowly walked around me looking to see what changes had been made, then made sure I had my purse and we were off. She asked where I had bought the dress, I told her where in the mall and she giggled. You know the salon you went to has clothes in the other part of the building, but I am sure that the mall experience did you some good.

“Did you do you other fantasy for today?” I was smiling from ear to ear asking her that. She nodded yes, I told her she needed to show me when we got to work, we can’t trust you yet, not with something this important. Her face was bright red now, I am sure she had left her panties at home with that kind of reaction, but I would follow through, I think Janice will like that as much as not wearing any panties.

The rest of the trip was in silence, me thinking what the other girls are going to say, and Janice sweating her show and tell. We both walked in together, put our purses in our desks and signed on to our computers. Most of the time we got at least a few minutes before the first customer called. The computer started switching calls at Nine AM and it was still a few minutes before nine when we got there. The other girls dragged in, I looked at each of them to see if they had also complied with their last unfulfilled fantasy.

Wendy and Patricia without bras, their movement of their breasts a sure sign of no bra, Patricia’s prominent nipples meant she was wearing her pasties as per her fantasy. Suzie was the last one to arrive, the other two girls having the day off. Hers would be harder to detect without a more personal inspection. I told Janice to stand up and show me her lack of underwear. She did, the red on her face drifting pretty much all over her body. Wendy told Suzie to stand holding out her hand. Suzie reached into her purse, handing a remote to Wendy. It was clicked on and Suzie almost fell to her knees. Wendy turned it off, the vibrator was where it should be and operational.

Then all four of them faced me asking me where the dress came from, then who did the makeover and hair. They exchanged looks between them, but never said anything. The calls started and soon we all had one call and another waiting our attention. It was one of our busiest Mondays, just my luck when it was my time to be boss. We closed an hour for lunch that kept our staff requirements less, not having to keep people to spell off each of us. The company was alright to work for but like most these days always looking to save some dollars.

We went to our regular lunch place, shopping a little on the way back. As soon as we arrived back we got a call from corporate for Wendy to come to personnel. She looked at me, you are the boss today, you need to see what they want. I immediately panicked, dressed as a female and being seen other than by our close group of friends was way too much. The girls pushed me out the door and locked it behind me. I started to knock on the door, but through the glass Wendy just pointed to personnel.

Very reluctantly I made my way there, trying to figure out what to say when I got there. Ms. Kent was nice, everybody knew her and adored her. When I entered the office she smiled at me, asking me what my name was. I told her I was Morton from customer service, she had called asking for Wendy to come up here, and since Wendy and I are exchanging jobs today you got me. I was asked to sit down and explain my dress and what is happening today. She didn’t seem mad or upset so I explained everything.

She never said anything or made a comment about what we were doing, then she did something on the computer. A few minutes later she slid a document over and had me sign it, I tried to read it before I signed, but she was smiling and wanting me to hurry up. Given a copy she told me that they were going to start a rotating leadership training at the company, so what we were doing fit perfectly into the scheme of things.

Then as I rose to head back she congratulated me on becoming the token transgender person, no longer male I will be a female as far as the company is concerned. Oh tell Wendy everything worked out just as she suggested. You are a person short since you are the boss today I would suggest that you get to work. I walked back having the feeling that I had just been out manipulated by the best. Wendy had arranged the whole thing from the party to today.

When I got back we were too busy for me to corner Wendy, but her smile said it all. I heard a few scattered giggles and knew that the other girls were in on it too. It was quitting time before we got a breather, the computer closing off the phone lines at five PM sharp. We had all finished our last calls, so we were done for the day. I wanted Wendy to answer questions but she just wanted out of there. She invited everybody to her apartment for drinks and to fill in the new female employee on her job and dress code. I was reluctant to go with them but with several arms on mine I was dragged along anyway. Since Janice had picked me up this morning I had little choice anyway.

Everybody settled in at her apartment, Janice helping her get something to drink for everybody. When all were seated Wendy started the conversation. From the very start when we first met you all of us saw only a female inside. On your days off we racked our brains trying to figure how we could get what is inside outside where it belongs. Numerous suggestions were made but you conveniently ignored us, so finally the game at your place. We were amazed that you didn’t pick up the deception right away, we were more than obvious on several occasions.

But you bought into it, our goal was achieved and we had you on the right track. Then when you got the makeover and bought the dress at the mall we were sure of our conclusions. Once dressed here at work, the final pieces could be put in place. You are now transgendered, transitioning to be a female, with full company approval. The rotating supervisor trial had been in place for several months, you just never caught on to what was happening right before your eyes.

Just remember all the incentives that we willingly gave to make sure our little girl here could spread her wings. Getting to see us naked in varying degrees of undress is not going to happen often, so treasure those things that you did get to see. Now that the shoe is on the other foot we get to see you in your lingerie, you have a lot to learn and your BFF’s are ready to teach you. Since it is your day off tomorrow, an appointment to get you the necessary female equipment is in order. That has been arranged and Janice had volunteered to accompany you to make sure you get the proper size additions.

Any signs of the former male that used to work here will be dealt with quickly and severally. Now for a name, I have several listed her on these sheets of paper. Circle the one you like the most, the one with the most votes is our girl’s new name. I started to protest, but Wendy stopped that right away, if you don’t like the name by vote method we can go with Matilda. I shut up and took the piece of paper. The names I saw I was not really fond of, but Monica sounded the best of the group. Luckily that was the winner of the straw vote also. So Monica it is, now a female and one of the girls. I imagine after tomorrow I will be a card carrying member, not just an honorary member.

Janice accompanied me home, since the appointment at the salon was first thing in the morning, we would leave from my apartment. We stopped to get some takeout, neither of us wanting to cook tonight. We talked all the way home, about work and the last disastrous meeting of the girls from work. Disastrous at least for me. We ate the pizza we had picked out, both of us disregarding any diets we might have had. It was good, we even ate the crumbs that were left. She had brought a movie to watch, knowing that I had a DVD player. It was a chick film, but even I was shedding some tears at the appropriate spots.

After the movie I made some fresh tea, and a batch of biscuits. With butter and some jam we consumed those as well. We got around to talking about tomorrow, Janice wanting to know what I really thought of switching to the female gender. I thought about my answer for some time, before I told her that is what I really wanted. I feel at peace when dressed and acting as a female, something I have been without my whole life. I guess I could learn to bottle it up again, only enjoying it when at home and all the doors and windows are locked. But being with you girls and being accepted as a female means so much to me.

Any person just meeting me would instantly declare me mentally unstable, if I wasn’t just hauled away to the mental ward. Several times I have thought of my willingness to go along with everything, something so unusual for me. In the end, I do like hanging out with the girls, so maybe being one of the girls is not that far fetched. I am happier this way, although I am ashamed to admit it. So for now, Monica is one of the girls, and hopefully a friend too. I was squashed in a hug and then led into the salon, the girl me needing some proper female equipment. I can see life to be very interesting soon.

It didn’t take them long to make the necessary adjustments. My eyebrows were done away with, something they skipped on my previous visit. It did make a big difference in my appearance, as it made my eyes stand out more. My breast forms were removed, and I was hooked up to a large machine, the hoses form the machine leading to two cups adhered to my chest. As I was switched on, I watched as some of my extraneous flesh was sucked into the cups.

Janice had a ball picking out my breast size, picking up different sized cups and laying them on my chest to see how they looked. I kind of lost track as to what ones that were still there, but when they added the adhesive I saw the letter D imprinted on the size of the cup. I was not sure what that meant, but I think it meant that I had been screwed royally. Of course Janice is giggling away, but when I tried to remove the cups she just held my hand till I relaxed and gave up.

They did something to my calves of my legs as forms were placed behind the calf and strapped to my leg. My foot was pointed down severally like I was standing on my toes. I was left like that for a while, then as the machine switched to a steady pull on my soon to be breasts a felt a needle prick in each calf. It was quick and I again focused on my developing breasts. My first thought was if they are being sucked from my body how will I ever be able to reverse it. The light came on upstairs, I won’t be able to, they are mine for the duration. I closed my eyes, if I can’t see them they are not there.

My eyes sprung open again when the forms were removed from my lower legs. My foot stayed the same though still pointed down at quite an angle. I couldn’t figure out why it was done to me though. I was helped out of my present chair and moved over to a chair by the sink. The hoses attached to my breast cups coming along too. As I took the first step a pain shot up my leg, I tried again to place my foot flat and another pain erupted. I had to move to where they wanted me on my tip toes. Then my mind engaged, heels, I would now be required to wear heels everywhere, since it was obvious my leg tendons have been shortened. The girls having some fun with me, and I am not even fully converted to the female gender. I did catch Janice sitting over to the side smirking as she talked with my technician as they were sipping some coffee.

Still thinking about my need to wear heels all the time I felt the tech starting to wash and condition my hair, I had just had the wash and set the last time I was in, so apparently something new for me was in the works. Sure enough after the second conditioner was rinsed out of my hair, a foul smelling liquid was thoroughly worked through my tresses. I had a feeling that maybe a new hair color was being added, as the liquid that was worked in had a very light almost pinkish tint to it. Thirty minutes under a low heat dryer as the color was processed, then rinsed. Yep, I was now a champagne blonde, another permanent addition to my femaleness and making my face just that much more feminine.

She set the hair in curlers again, this time smaller ones than was used last time. Another stint under a dryer as my hair was dried, the tech taking a few minutes to change my nail color, now a light pink. Probably to match my new hair color. The pump had turned off on my breast development the cups now full to the brim. I was unhooked from the machine, the hoses removed from the cups and a shot of something placed through the hose attachment directly into my enlarged nipples.

Before I could ask about the shot, I received an application of a clear cream on my top and bottom lips. It started tingling right away, so my focus was disrupted as I concentrated on the tingling and apparent swelling of my lips. I gave up, now content to just sit there and wait until I was finished. Way too many things happening way too fast.

When they finished with me there was no masculine left. Monica is the real persona now and from what I had been told what I will remain for the future. I did shop in their clothing store, needing enough outfits for work. When Janice showed up to pick me up I relaxed, everything as it should be and some time to myself before I had to show the girls my changes.

Wrong, Janice headed to work instead of my apartment, still time to show the girls the new Monica. Well that was two hours ago, after showing all of the girls the changes we adjourned to a coffee shop for refreshments and more girl talk. It is official, Monica is one of the girls now. It took quite awhile to get here, but I couldn’t be happier.

We never did play that game again, the reason for it now handled. I do miss seeing the girls au natural, but since I am one now and have the same body parts it seems unnecessary. I did pair up with Janice, as we cuddle each other in bed, me in my nightie and her naked and trussed up. One of the girls now and proud of it.

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Suzi: Dress Code Surprise

Suzi: Dress Code Surprise

I have been with the company for six years, having first joined their ranks right after I graduated college. I worked myself up through the company through a lot of hard work and persistence. The business started out selling hair care products, back when that segment of the economy was gaining in popularity. Now we sell a full range of beauty products both for the female and the male including several lines of cosmetics.

Males and females trying to make progress in the business world are realizing how important appearance is in achieving their goals. It started mainly with females, as more ladies challenged the glass ceiling that had been in effect for years. What they ran into was a version of good ole boys club. Now appearance and who you know and were friends with got you promoted, how you did your job was no longer a primary consideration.

The females in the workforce watched the males protect their turf by promoting and advancing males to any upper level job, whether they were qualified or not. Well if it works for the male it will work for the distaff side of the gender as well.

Like their counterparts when a female got promoted she looked to her fellow females when another position came up for filling. It caught on and soon the females had made a considerable sized beachhead and were adding to their ranks daily. Of course, the males seeing what was happening decided they better get their act together, before they too fell to the ever growing amount of female oriented employers.

In companies where the males still held the top positions, new rules and guidelines were passed making it more difficult for the female to stay working for the company. One of their favorite weapons was the dress code. By making the rules for what one could wear to the office more stringent a lot of female employees decided it was not worth the aggravation and quit, exactly what the males desired. Then some employees decided to challenge the dress codes in court, mainly on the pretext that one group of employees could not be singled out to wear a certain type of apparel. The courts backed them up and soon dress codes were made universal, applying to all employees of the business no matter what gender or age.

In the case of our company we had went through all of these scenarios, five different dress codes over the last six years. We had one in effect now, but it was worded very loosely with no one bothering to enforce any part of it. That all changed on the first of July, 2000.

I was one of the first employees to get to work that day, just my nature, not because I had stuff to do or wanted to get ahead. I had trouble signing in so I could access my email and then get to work. Fifteen minutes later I managed to get signed in and the first email was about a new dress code.

Okay, here we go again, then I saw the previous email. Our main competition announcing that our company has been bought out by them effective six A.M. this morning. Not the best way to find out about your company being bought out.

Our top level management have been replaced or resigned, their management team now in charge. It was signed S. Townsend CEO of Beautiful Female You Inc., apparently our new business name. I was worried since I had just been promoted a year ago to buy and manage the several cosmetic lines we were carrying. I checked with the couple of coworkers that had showed up, they were just as shocked as I was. Natalie my cubicle mate had been reading the dress code email, giggling away at its contents. She had been here as long as I had, so had been through the previous dress codes and their eventual demise. With the smirk of all smirks on her face she suggested that I might want to take a look at the email about the dress code more closely.

I opened up the email and read the first three paragraphs and laid my head on the desk and groaned. It contents was aimed at any males that might be working for the new company listing the new dress code for all employees. The all was underlined, with a short sentence following having the dress code going into effect July third at opening of business eight A.M. EST. Any employee failing to comply will be dismissed immediately for cause.

The dress code was very specific; skirts or dresses were to be worn at all times, blouses that buttoned up the back only, heels of at least four inches worn over seamed stockings, mascara and lipstick at all times applied over a suitable foundation, and two sets of pierced earrings, one set of studs and one set of dangle earrings that came at least two inches lower than the bottom of the earlobe. Hair was to be highlighted, and in a curly hairstyle not hindered by any scrunchie, barrette, or any other type of hair accessory. Hair length was to be at least to the shoulder blades, although longer is favored and allowed.

The last line of the code was in bold print. Panties and bras are required, at all times, the bra to be underwired or the push me up style and the panties to be thongs. This will keep reminding us that we are female, beautiful females and of what we sell to help others attain their desires and wishes beauty wise. Then another paragraph of how important the appearance of our employees were to our customers, since Beautiful Female You is not only our name but our goal in life.

Since there were very few male employees left in the company, I doubt if the dress code will make much of a ripple on day to day business. I am sure a few females will be unhappy about a few of the rules but since they dress in variations of these items anyway, not something to get really upset about. I can imagine the talk around the company of the males that choose to remain and their first days in required dress code outfits. A sight to look forward to, that is for sure.

However, in my case the ripple is more like a tsunami. I locked my keyboard and headed to my bosses office. She apparently heard me coming down the hall calling me in before she could even see who it was. She pointed to the chair in front of her desk, now I wasn’t so sure about being here.

Before I could eek out a word she told me it does apply to you, nothing in particular that they are trying to achieve in your case. Ms. Townsend does want her buyers to reflect the company image, so you just happen to be in the right spot at the right time. Now to maybe ease the pain a little in your case she will adjust your salary to help offset the clothes, makeup and beauty services that you will have to have to comply. This is not being done for all males, so consider yourself privileged. Now do you have any more questions?

If not I suggest that you go to this salon and talk to Dallas today if possible. She can help you figure out if this is something you might want to follow through on and advise you on the procedures that are necessary. I was handed the card of the salon, then she waited to see if I had any questions. I just sat there, till she told me to get out, she had other more important things to do besides hold my hand. A huge smile appeared on her face, I managed to close my mouth and then left.

I worked another hour then decided I better see if the salon can help me. Ever since I received the email my mind was trying to decide, do I try and stay or just give up and start all over again? I was afraid that would be the case, starting over somewhere else and having to work myself back up to something worthwhile. The salon wasn’t that far away, but the trip seemed to be like trekking across the country. I tried to picture myself as a female, wearing dresses and makeup every day to do my job. I realized that a real female does this every day, none the worst for doing so. All of the images that managed to materialize in my mind were either comical or just plain laughable. But yet to keep my job I will have to go this route.

I had already heard just before I left the office that quite a few of my male colleagues had resigned, one look at the dress code and they folded. So either I comply or I too will be looking for another job. As I pulled up to the salon, my eyes just about bugged out. The salon was huge, almost as big as our big box grocery store in town. The solid glass front showed the placed crowded, with numerous examples of femininity everywhere you look. Lots of pink was seen, but the gals that worked there were the real show. Dressed in brief frilly dresses, with their hair piled on top of their head in curls they were easy to spot and admire. The place was packed, females everywhere you look. I walked up to their reception area, asked to see Dallas and the gal made a call, then sent me back to an office at the back of the salon. My head was swiveling right and left as I made my way back there.

About half way there, I noticed that a lot of the customers that I thought were female were actually males. A lot of them had their hair in curlers, or were getting their nails done, even some having makeup applied to their faces. In all cases they looked quite feminine, probably undetectable when they were finished. I almost walked past the office door, a taller female grabbing my arm as I was wandering by. She introduced herself and invited me into the office. She answered my first question without me asking it. Yes, ninety percent of the customers in the salon right now are male, but will be leaving the salon as a female. A few will still look a little masculine, their bodies even when feminized still a little too bulky to make a feminine impression. Most though easily pass as females, some of them working as such every day.

Now have a seat and tell me what can I do for you. I told her where I work, as soon as I mentioned the name she smiled. She reached into her top desk and pulled out a sheet with services and prices printed on it. She asked my name, then consulted another list of employees of my company. Sure enough I was on that list, so she marked the sheet with the prices as all services no charge. Apparently she knew of the changes to the dress code and my name was on a list of preferred employees of the company. I asked a little about the changes, Dallas telling me that I needed to go the route of semi-permanent changes since I will be living and working as a female if I stay with the company.

She confessed she was a product of the skills and procedures of the salon. “Do I look like a male in any way or form?” I sat there with my mouth open, wondering if I allowed this will I look as good as she does. In for a penny, in for a pound seemed reasonable so I opted for the works semi-permanent. My stomach was on edge though, my nerves strung tight and my hands sweaty as I uttered those words. They were able to take me right away, though I was not sure that was necessarily a good thing. Maybe I needed the time to think about this some more. I did call back to my boss, telling her I will not be back this afternoon, but will be in tomorrow morning fully dress code compliant.

Soon I was naked on a table in a treatment room and my body hair was being removed. They used a cream, after one application I would never again have any hair below my head. After I was smooth all over I realized how much difference just removing my body hair made in my appearance. I now looked like a flat chested female with something stuck in my groin.

That is where they headed next, my feet put in stirrups and spread wide. The tech working on me must have been quite experienced in getting rid of objects in a male’s groin area, for when I looked down there several minutes later it was gone. Glued back between my legs after my testicles were pushed up into my body. I felt her manipulating my male organ but that was it. A very realistic vulva was added over the top. Hairless, so as to match the rest of my body.

Before I could realize how much that one thing would affect me, she started working on my chest, adding two cups centered over my nipples and glued to my chest. Hoses were added to the cups and a pump was turned on causing some of my tissue to be pulled into the cups right away. The pump was persistent continually pulling tissue into the cups.

I closed my eyes and zoned out, thinking of how all of this is going to impact me in the following days. The first thought to stick in my brain was I now had to sit to urinate, that action never thought of when I was considering all of this. Then the biggie made it to my cerebral cortex. A male will want to stick something in it if given a chance. Maybe a chastity belt might be a good investment. I had dated a female back in college who wore one out of choice, not having to worry if a male got carried away during a date. Maybe she has something there. Having breasts the size of the cups glued to my chest was also disturbing. One look at them by an admirer and suddenly the lower orifice might be worth investigating.

They worked on my hair, my nails and ears then finished with a makeup job that definitely finished off any traces of masculinity I might have had. A basic wardrobe came with the works, mainly dresses, skirts, and blouses. Of course lingerie, a bra and pantie set the first item I put on after the hoses were removed from the cups on my chest. Six hours of sucking had produced some significant breast tissue, more than enough in my opinion. Of course, the tech told me that if I wanted larger hooters, the machine could produce some quite noteworthy appendages. Another look at my present size nestled in the cups of the bra and I think not.

After getting dressed in my first outfit, a flowery print sweater dress I thought that they had surpassed what they did for Dallas, I was just as pretty. A very sobering thought. I signed for my services upfront and then made my way out of the salon. I debated going home or returning to work and sticking my foot in the water. I knew I had lots to learn about being a female, and it seemed my only choice was on the job training. The salon mentioned classes but with my work there was very little opportunity to take them. I made my way home, since there was only an hour left before time to quit.

As I made my way into the office the next morning my boss grabbed my arm wanting to see what was accomplished. I got a serious hug, then she excused herself, she had to make a phone call right away, someone needs to see the new you now. I ventured on down to my office, sat in my chair and sighed. It was the same office, but things seemed so different. Looking out of my mascaraed eyes, seeing some of my hair as it swung alongside of my face made everything so surreal. Not much time to further my observations as my boss came barging in telling me that Ms. Townsend wanted to see me right away. Oh gawd no, after I stuck my neck out and got everything semi-permanent and now I will probably be let go. My boss dragged me to her office, I presume I couldn’t be trusted to find it myself. I was pushed into the room, as she made a hasty retreat to her own office.

I stood there not knowing what to say or do. Ms. Townsend turned around in her chair till she was facing me, then smiled.

I quickly sat down in the first available chair, my ex-girlfriend from college had such a smirk on her face. It was a few minutes before any brain function was possible. S. Townsend was short for Sally Townsend, only at the time she just went with Sally Holcomb. Townsend was her mother’s maiden name, a fact that I just now remembered.

She gave me a little time to compose myself, that smirk never leaving her face. I was asked if I had decided on a name yet, I whispered Suzi which caused quite a fit of giggling from Sally. She told me that she had just got off the phone with Dallas making sure I had made the right choices in my gender transformation. I will have to call back and compliment them on their work, you turned out much better than I had hoped for.

Now my mouth was hanging open, the brain managing to fit a couple of pieces together, figuring out that all of this was planned to get me in the right gender. Looking back the plan was well executed, everybody playing their part perfectly. I still had not managed any words other than what I thought my name should be. I was asked if I had plans for tonight, I shook my head no, then Sally came over and pulled me to my feet and leaned in close while she held my head in her hands. The kiss was slow and sensuous, my immediate reaction was it is getting really hot in here. I hesitated in responding to her kiss, but all of my inner feelings were telling me to give in, this feels so good. I opened my mouth and let her tongue in, the heat in the room almost too much. I swear I was dripping from just this encounter, nipples hard and my new vagina moist and twitching.

The kiss seemed to go on and on, but probably didn’t last more than ten minutes. We both broke off the kiss, needing air and something to drink. We did move to her sofa in the corner as she handed me a bottle of water from her mini fridge. She did take the time to explain her actions once she found out that the company she had just bought last night employed her former boyfriend.

“Ever since we parted in college, I have missed you just not in the female/ male relationship we tried. I often lay awake at night dreaming of you in lingerie cuddled up next to me in a baby doll nightie. Waking up to my love, then ravishing you till it was time to go to work. When I saw your name on the list of employees I went into action. The change in the dress code, forcing you to either change or be without a job. Both choices would make you vulnerable and maybe receptive to another tryst with me, but as a female.”

“Well my karma must be over the top, I get my female love again and you get to experience the world of females from now on. I hope you still want a relationship with me, I am never going to quit trying to make you see things my way. If you leave and I have to buy another company to get what I want I will do it, but it would be so much easier if you will just surrender and be my wife and soulmate. Okay time for the answer, but first a reminder of my love and lust for you.” I was laid back on the sofa and kissed like never before. I tried to say something to her, but my words were stifled by her tongue in my mouth. She let up for air and I screamed yes, and then pulled her tighter to me.

I will always remember that fateful dress code, actually it was only in effect for two days before it was rescinded. The reason for the dress code now handled. I stayed working for three months, but finally quit, the job during the day and my duties in the evening just too much for me to handle. I was hardly getting any sleep and it was getting increasingly difficult to squeeze in my salon appointments. I love Sally almost as much as I love my salon appointments. As a side note, I now own twenty one different baby doll negligees, but am always on the lookout for more.

I did save a copy of the original email about the dress code, folded up and kept in the bottom of my jewelry box. Something to treasure forever.

© 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

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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