Macy; Maintaining An Image
I was looking
through the credit card bills for the last month. Neither my wife nor
I are hurting for money, both having successful careers that we have
been able to walk away from in the last few years. Due to being high
profile in the community we both are expected to attend quite a few
social and charitable functions every month. Mackenzie is more
tolerant of these affairs than I, often I conveniently find something
that has to be done, an excuse to avoid going to them. We are both in
our forties, considered still good looking, and have the means to
dress well. Our house is paid for and we have successfully raised our
children and married them off leaving the house empty. I might add
after three kids a most welcome change.
During a typical
month there will be somewhere between five and ten of these affairs,
most of them held on the weekend. Mackenzie has three closets of
evening gowns, labeled with what affair she wore them to and the date
of the soiree. Her explanation is that you can’t wear the same
dress within a three month period, and in some cases it can’t ever
be worn again to the same group if the group is prominent enough.
This particular month the bills for beauty services and clothes is
quite staggering. I debated bringing up the subject, although I have
been a husband long enough to realize that some things are best left
unsaid.
In this
particular instance Mac appeared behind me, looking over my shoulder.
She picked one of the bills, wrote on it to call them tomorrow, the
discount she was promised was not on the invoice and then laid it on
the corner of the desk. As she looked at the other bills several more
invoices joined that pile, I presume she will be busy tomorrow
morning. I casually asked if all of this is necessary every month.
Before she could load her guns, I blurted out that she is a beautiful
woman, surely all of this is not necessary to keep her looking
exceptional. I had been holding my breath as I got all of that
statement out of my mouth before she could respond. I hoped she would
give me an answer without squaring off against me. She is quite
intelligent along with being beautiful, the few arguments we have had
over the years proving she is very formidable in holding up her half
of any discussion. I have not come out ahead in any argument with
her.
She was quiet for
several minutes, contemplating her answer. Then she sat down on my
lap and told me what her weekly ritual involves, just to keep her
looks to the same level of beauty as it is now. There was a little
twist of her butt as she got comfortable on my lap causing me to
squirm a little. When she finished I was astounded, her daily beauty
regimes, her salon appointments, her time at the gym, and then
shopping for actual clothes, getting them altered and then finding
the right accessories to make the outfit complete all necessary to
attend one affair. If multiple affairs were scheduled, multiply
everything by the number of events she is asked to attend.
I told her it was
insane, just call them and tell them it isn’t worth it and be done
with it. Mac smiled, it isn’t quite that easy. If you want out of a
social affair, you come up with some lame excuse, like you booked the
golf course a year ago and they will not refund your money. That
doesn’t work the same for females. It is expected of them to
attend, not only to be there but to look ravishing or the rumor mills
swing into operation and soon Mac is headed for the old folks home,
or her marriage is on the rocks, they just haven’t brought in the
lawyers yet. I could see her point, I have heard some of those same
things mentioned about some of my colleague’s wives, so I didn’t
doubt her explanation one bit.
Then Mac got one
of her little smirks, her eyes focusing on my body as she got up and
walked around me. A pinch on the ass, a hot and heavy breath on the
back of my neck and I was a goner. She suggested a little switching
of the roles for next month. October is Halloween month, always
several costume balls and various other gatherings where we could
switch roles and I could see what it is like for her. I was already
shaking my head no, I had no wish to get dragged into this, none of
what she had mentioned had any kind of attraction for me. I wasn’t
even curious enough to ask any more questions.
That was all
good, until she proposed a little bet. If I could attend her October
affairs and keep her, now my attractiveness, to her standards for the
whole month, she will take the cruise I have been wanting to get her
on for years. If I failed and get bad marks for something not taken
care of regarding my looks or clothes I will have to fill in for her
until I get it right, however long that may be. That means you will
have to maintain my standards no matter what else comes up in this
time frame. Melody can be the judge, she attends the same affairs as
I do and can be trusted to be truthful and blunt in matters like
this. She has always had a soft spot for you, I am sure she will be
fair, but I also doubt you can bribe her for a better mark.
Melody was Mac’s
best friend, who for some reason or another had taken an interest in
me. She was over to our house quite often, involved in conversations
with both of us regularly, me with my hobbies and Mac about anything
else that might come up. She even played a couple of games of tennis
with me, but then she cheated making me run all over the court while
she just stood there hitting the ball back to me, never even getting
sweaty.
Oh that mentioned
prize was so inviting, the cruise was one of those around the world
cruises, seven months of hitting every port and attraction from one
end of this planet to the other. One that I have been pleading with
her to take forever, but to fill in for Mac was a daunting task.
Stupidly I asked her what she will be doing if I fill in for her. A
big smile lighted up her face. “I have grandchildren that I have
not had time to enjoy and spoil, so that is where I will be. I will
take a week or two to show you the ropes, where to shop and introduce
you to the techs at the salon. A visit to the gym so that you can see
what I do to keep my figure, then I will go play with my
grandchildren while you have fun here. Once you start this there is
no backing out, you are involved until you get your appearance to my
standards and maintain it for four consecutive weeks.”
“So do we have
a deal, a cruise in exchange for some time as me? Come on Pet, you
will make an attractive woman, your body is the right size and you
face and hair can be made to look gorgeous. The figure additions can
be handled by the salon, nothing permanent, but if you do have
trouble maintaining my standards some of the changes do resist
changing back after a lengthy delay.”
I asked her if I
could think about it tonight and give her an answer in the morning.
No problem there, but then she had to rub my nose in it, digging out
all the travel brochures and going through them highlighting places
she might like to see. I knew when I laid down in the bed that night
I would agree to try it, the pictures of the destinations in the
cruise brochure making it very hard to resist. They seemed embedded
in my mind, closing my eyes I could picture us on a beach in the
South Pacific, sun, sand and romance.
I did agree the
next morning, and was whisked away by Mac as soon as I had put on
some clothes and brushed my hair. I guess my body was far from
masculine, Mac assuring me that I would make a convincing woman. I
was about five eight, light brown hair that was sun bleached from my
exposure on the golf and tennis courts. It was fairly long, almost to
my shoulder blades, always kept in a ponytail low on my neck. It had
been that length for years, but I seldom had it out to be observed.
Most of the time it was stuck down my shirt, just the hair band
showing at the back of my neck. With regard to body hair I was not
overly hairy, a few hairs on my chest, some on my lower arms and a
few on my lower legs. My facial hair was sparse, unless I got hot and
sweaty, a once a week shave pretty much took care of it.
Although I played
golf and tennis regularly, I had almost no muscle development, my
arms just about as sparse as Mac’s. The key word in the previous
statement is played. I did play golf and tennis, but at such a
leisurely pace it couldn’t even be considered exercise. Riding a
golf cart around the course can’t be considered much of an exertion
on my part. I did hit the tennis ball back and forth, but definitely
no run to the far corner to hit it back. If it didn’t land in front
of me it did not get returned. The only exception was my games with
Melody where I tried harder not wanting to be beaten so bad by a
female. As far as golf goes my drives were seldom over a hundred
yards, most of the time barely the minimal necessary to still be able
to play the game. My companions in golf always suggested I use the
women’s tees so that I could at least keep up some.
I always went
with the name of Pet, a shortening of the name Pat Eli Thomas, a name
I have been living with for almost forty-one years. On the way to the
salon Mac decided Petula could be my fem name, the story for general
circulation was Petula is Mac’s sister, filling in for Mac while
she has some female problems taken care of medically. Once at the
salon I was taken in and delivered to one of the treatment rooms at
the back of the salon.
It was explained
to me about my transformation, and the permission slips that had to
be signed to allow the procedures. I would be transformed over the
next two days that would produce my base image, the image I would
have to maintain to win the bet. Of course, clothes, alterations,
voice interaction with the other ladies attending the affairs will
have to be accomplished too. It was beginning to sound like an
impossible task, but Mac was on a roll, having me sign the forms and
stripped of my male clothes so the techs could start. With a wicked
smile she gathered up my male clothes and left the salon, promising
to be back to pick me up at seven that evening. That was ten hours
away, oh gawd what have I let myself be talked into.
I actually broke
down and shed a tear or two, I had a pretty good idea of my fate,
what with all I will have to do, the interaction and buying clothes,
probably well above anything I could accomplish. Maybe I can survive
the onslaught, I know my appreciation for Mac will be much greater. I
can see the cruise ship leaving without us, but then it was only a
dream to start with. At least Mac will get some time with the
grandchildren. Maybe I can find some time to visit them too. With
five of them in two separate families, from ages two to four, we have
only visited them at Christmas. The fact they only live about an hour
away from our home another sad statistic.
I was covered in
a whitish cream both front and back while I stood near the table in
the room. After twenty minutes the cream was wiped off, leaving me
quite hairless and my skin so soft. Then I was laid back on the table
and my feet were placed in stirrups. One of the techs stepped between
my legs and took hold of my male thingy, finding a spot to glue it to
my groin so that it could be covered up with a quite authentic
looking vagina. It took her about an hour to change my sex, I did
feel a few things but mostly it was just numb down there.
I stared at my
now empty groin, as my penis was glued back between my legs, the
realization sinking in that as far as others are concerned I am no
longer a male, but a female with an attractive vagina. The
implications that came along with that realization really hit hard, a
former male now the one to be desired from members of the male
gender. Maybe I will turn out ugly and not have to deal with a male’s
attention like Mac has complained about at times.
Mac on more than
one occasion has had to deal with a male’s interest in her even
thought she wears her wedding rings all the time. According to her
she has become quite the put down expert, the balls and social
gatherings where the most trouble came from. Due to my frequent
absence from these gatherings she has had to deal with the problem by
herself, where if I had been there one look and they would have moved
on. Now I will find myself in the same predicament.
The next area for
them to move to was my chest, I doubt there is anything that comes
close to symbolizing a female as a set of breasts. I couldn’t get
that straight in my mind, me with two prominent breasts, breasts that
couldn’t be just taken off to resume a male image. Two good sized
cups were glued to my chest directly above my nipples. Then a hose
was hooked to the front of the cups and a pump turned on starting to
suck the loose tissue on my chest into the cups. A syringe of fatty
tissue was injected into each cup, to be absorbed into the skin to
add the needed fullness to the tissue. I just laid there, picking up
my head quite often to look at my changing torso. When the cups are
full, there will not be much doubt about my gender, the two main
attributes of a female will now be front and center on my body.
As the pump was
working away at developing some cleavage for me, the techs were
working on my nails, both fingernails and toenails. The fingernails
received extensions after my existing nails were filed and cleaned
thoroughly. The toenails were cleaned, then they received three coats
of polish after a base coat to keep the color from bleeding through
to my original nail. Then the same done to my extensions on my
fingernails. I now had twenty digits with a coral pink polish that
shined brightly.
As they finished
the nails, my beard was done away with and my eyebrows were thinned
out drastically, now just two highly arched fine lines of hair above
each eye. A cream again for the beard removal, left on longer, for a
full hour guaranteed to stop all future hair growth. Some
moisturizing cream applied and left on, after most of it was absorbed
into the skin my hand touching my face met with some very soft skin,
almost silky in its texture. What a difference, maybe not as visible
physically but there none the less. A hand slid over my cheek and
chin with no resistance, just smooth and sexy skin.
Hair was next,
the tech washing and conditioning my longish locks. Her massage of my
hair felt so good, that part I could learn to live with. For the next
half hour my locks were trimmed into a quite feminine style, then way
too many curlers were used, guaranteeing lots of curls for the style.
A time under the dryer for the curl to set, my mind wandering about
how I was going to cope with all of this.
Then a brief
lucid moment when my mind decided to work, I realized that Mac did
not have her hair done in curls, she mostly kept her hair long and
straight or in a high ponytail with ribbons that matched her outfit
that day. I could see the rules were being changed to make sure I
would be filling in for her for quite some time. I was upset at
first, but later after my hairstyle had been brushed out and my
makeup was being done, I came to the conclusion that all of this
pampering isn’t too bad. Now can I cope with the rest that comes
along with it? Time will tell.
The suction of
the pump trying to make mountains out of mole hills finally shut off,
the cups on my chest nearly full. I realized that my world just got
up ended, a fairly prominent pair of breasts now protruding from my
chest and since they were sucked from my body, they will be around
for quite some time, if not forever. Another little fact that was
glossed over, I am sure it was covered in the things to be done to
me, but did they actually think I could understand all that was told
me and make the right decision while facing life as a female.
For clothes I was
given a white blouse, which was almost transparent allowing the full
view of my ivory colored bra. The panties, ivory to match the bra,
covered up the bottom half of a corset, the corset used to define a
waist I did not possess previously. Stockings attached to the corset
made my legs shine and helped the four inch heels to slide on to my
feet. From the waist down the outfit was a black pencil skirt,
guaranteed to shorten my stride and make walking somewhat difficult.
The fact that it barely covered the stocking tops, made me feel like
I was almost naked down below.
Mac didn’t
forget me, although she was a little late, I am sure to make me
realize the situation I was in. Dressed as a female, no ID and my car
keys at home I was dependent on her for everything. But to take her
place I would soon have the basics and could come and go as I wish.
What I didn’t know was that a few other things had been changed, my
former independence soon to be curtailed drastically.
I was treated to
dinner out that night, a surreal experience, being greeted and
treated as a female. Then home, the pampering still being dosed out
in fairly large portions. I was helped to get undressed, then slid
into a gorgeous negligee that totally enveloped me. Then I was
cuddled for hours, her hands all over my body, but never where I
wanted them to be. That left me highly frustrated, on edge and very
horny.
In the morning I
was sent to the bathroom to take a shower and brush my hair, when I
didn’t return a while later she found me rubbing my groin up and
down the door frame. She laughed at me, not giggled but outright
laughter. I was hauled off, dressed in some sweats and taken to the
salon, all the time shaking her head at my actions. I did not receive
any underwear for the trip, only the sweat pants and top.
She mentioned
that since I did not have ID as a female I should not drive, any
interaction with the police could lead to me being exposed as a
pervert, a male dressing as a female for some type of nefarious
reasons. To handle that possible scenario she has talked with Hilda,
our part-time maid and she has agreed to take me to my appointments
and for shopping when needed. That way I can just be Petula with no
worries about getting around. I sighed again, this time a little
heavier, my independence slowly slipping away. Not being able to
freely get around would impact me quite a bit. I am sure part of the
reason for using Hilda would be to restrict my access to anything
that might change my fate. Mac wanting me locked into this role, to
truly experience everything she does in life, not able to make an
excuse and avoid parts of it. A habit of mine that I have used
extensively in the past, a fact that she was more than aware of.
To make sure I
willingly complied with her request she confiscated my wallet, and
all my credit cards. In its place I was handed a list of all the
places she does business with along with the charge account number
that had been set up for each. I was allowed one hundred dollars in
cash, anything more had to be cleared by her. I started to say
something to her about the small amount, but when she first got
involved in these events I insisted she open accounts at each place,
so she would not have to be carrying credit cards or large amounts of
cash with her. What is good for the goose, I presume in this case, is
also good for the gander, sorry former gander.
The salon worked
its magic, by the time Hilda came to pick me up at six o’clock
there was nothing left of Pet. I was drilled in deportment, taught
how to maintain my hairstyle and do my own makeup repairs. I later
found out that the makeup was actual stain, repeated use would embed
the colors, thus not requiring future applications. I spent hours in
heels of varying heights, and had to try on a seemingly endless pile
of clothes to find my right size and what looked good on me. The
finished image was all gurl, and quite attractive, too attractive for
my liking. The clothes that I ended up with would not disguise the
image any, only enhance it.
Hilda gave me
such a smile when she saw me, then quickly loaded the bags of clothes
that is my new wardrobe into the car. She held the car door for me,
her smile now a smirk. I was driven home, then she and I carried the
bags into the house. She wanted me to just go on in and she would
take care of everything, but I wanted something to do so I would not
have to face Mac right away. I made it as far as the living room
where I was tackled and sent to the floor.
Hilda picked up
the bags I was carrying and went on to our bedroom, giggling all the
way, while Mac saw to messing up my hair and face real good. I was
groped, pinched, licked, and almost anything else you can imagine
while Mac was giggling away. Oh there was kissing too, by the time
she finished with me, my lipstick was smeared all over my face. Then
she had the nerve to snap a picture of me, looking like I had been
ravaged by someone, telling me that would be an extra week, since I
had not been able to maintain my base image for longer than an hour.
I was led off to
the bedroom to find all the closets open, the new clothes for me hung
in my former male closet. All of my male clothing now missing, even
the dresser now loaded with panties, bras and assorted hosiery. Mac
pointed to the vanity where a list of socials, balls and other
meetings for October was laid, so that I could plan my schedule and
participation for each event. I set down at the vanity hard, and
quickly placed my head into my hands. I instantly had a headache, one
of those migraine types. Mac set close to me rubbing my back, then
started nibbling on my neck and ears. Exactly what I had done to her
in the past when I was in a romantic mood.
I told her I was
not in the mood, went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and placed
my hair into a ponytail, then went to my dresser and removed a
nightie. After losing my clothes, I slipped on the nightie and
crawled into bed, I turned to the side, my one breast almost getting
caught between the bed and my body. I pulled the covers up and
switched off the light on my nightstand. I let out a huge sigh, then
closed my eyes and tried to not think about anything. I felt her
cuddle my back, then reach her arms through to hold my breasts. God
it felt so good, but if I even twitched I knew it would be hours
before I would be able to get any sleep. I guess I dozed off for that
is the last thing I remembered until the alarm the next morning.
Over the next few
days I was taken to her gym, my new membership handled and an hour
spent exercising as Mac usually did. Then to an early dinner, where
she ran over the list of upcoming events that I would be required to
attend. She gave me some pointers on what was required, and some info
on the people involved. I soon saw that filling in for her would be
daunting, if not a total disaster. She stayed focused, never
acknowledging
the fact that I would most likely fail in my efforts. Since her name
was freed from the gossip, Petula would be filling in and her name
would be associated with any failure or disaster.
Then two days
later she packed and left, but not before seeing to me. I maybe got
five minutes sleep that night, every orifice on my body got utilized
and I was sore and mentally out of it as she kissed me goodbye and
tweaked my nipples.
I did spend the
day in bed, although Hilda did check in on me several times. Finally
at five o’clock I stumbled to the bathroom to handle a pressing
need. Since I was awake I needed to figure out just what I was going
to do. I was getting used to my additions and my lack of any male
equipment. It wasn’t as bad as I had thought previously, lots of
little things were pleasant and I could get used to them quite
easily.
Hilda was
cleaning in the kitchen when I arrived downstairs. She took one look
at me and marched me back upstairs to our bedroom. She picked out an
outfit for me to wear, then asked if I needed any help in dressing. I
thanked her for her concern but told her that I thought I could
handle the situation. It took me a lot longer to dress than Mac ever
did, but I did manage. The hairstyle was easily coerced back into
something feminine, a touch up of my lipstick got me looking quite
feminine again.
I passed the
Hilda inspection this time, her smile quite contagious. I set at the
dining room table with all the info on the upcoming month, trying to
figure out what I needed to do to make it through the month. I made
up several lists of clothes needed, actually evening gowns primarily.
I decided tomorrow I will embark on a shopping trip, to see if I can
find the perfect dress for each event. Mac had suggested that I look
through her closets to see what she wore to the last event, giving me
an idea of what I would be looking to buy for this year’s event.
There were six
events for the month of October with two costume balls at the end of
the month. The two costume balls were not associated with any
particular group, one being held at the country club and the other at
the local convention center downtown. That one was sponsored by the
local chamber of commerce, an organization I used to belong to. I had
ten days to the first affair, so knew I needed to get my shit
together quickly.
The next morning I headed out shopping, that is Hilda and I headed
out to find the perfect gown for each event. Four hours later I was
mentally drained, having to try on at least fifty evening gowns so
far and nothing seemed to be right for any event. Hilda shadowed me,
quite often giggling away at my frustration. To keep from being
relegated to Mac’s life for all eternity I pleaded with Hilda for
help. She finally gave in, but made me promise to not mention her
help to Mac. Mac had made her promise that she would observe but not
help, but Hilda felt sorry for me, knowing that I most likely would
not ever see another piece of male clothing in my lifetime.
Hilda did point
out some selections that might be appropriate, but made me make the
final choice, thus relieving her of some guilt for helping me. So
eight hours later we made it back home, with five dresses, a start
but still three more dresses to go. Hilda recommended a trip to the
alterations people in the morning, since one of the dresses had to be
altered and back in a couple of days ready for the first event. That
took up most of the following day, although we did find one more
dress at the salon later in the day after my regular appointment. I
was truly pooped, after getting in and out of my clothes several
times that day while the dresses were marked for alterations. Then
again at the salon while my female accessories were checked to see if
they were still attached firmly and functional.
Of course, my
hair and makeup were refreshed while my nail color was changed to
match the dress for the first event. At home I practiced talking in a
feminine manner, my voice not that deep, it was my choice of words
that tended to give me away. In our discussions later in the week
Hilda smiled at my new voice, giving me a hug in response to all of
my hard work. The dress was ready to be picked up from the alteration
people, after I tried it on again to make sure it fit properly. It
fit tight to my body all the way from my bust to my lower hips, not a
wrinkle in sight. Hilda reminded me I had to watch what I ate,
anything extra or in a larger portion would make the dress to not fit
properly causing me a lot of grief in the future. I knew what she was
hinting at, if the dress did not fit another span of time would be
added to my role as Mac.
The day of the
event Mac made a surprise visit, walking directly to my bedroom and
starting to inspect her stand in. I was carefully scrutinized, body,
clothes, hair and makeup. I think she was a little miffed, since she
could not find any fault with my appearance. Still a smile on her
face, since I had the four hours at the first event to get through
before I could relax.
Melody’s
husband drove us to the event, he had managed to evade going there
himself, but did volunteer to get us there. I think he just wanted to
see me all dressed up, maybe snapping a picture or two for future use
if needed. I had played golf with him on occasion, we weren’t
exactly friends but we did get along. His eyes bugged out when the
two of us emerged from my house. Melody having to kick him in the
shins to get his focus back on her. Since she was wearing pointed toe
heels I am sure he felt it, his attention did quickly return to his
wife, never even looking my way during the trip. He let us off at the
door, promising to come back and pick us up later in the evening.
I was a bundle of
nerves as Melody took me around introducing me to Mac’s friends and
other influential females at the gathering. Then a male approached
the two of us, introducing himself and asking me for a dance. I was
looking at Melody figuring that he was asking her for a dance. Melody
giggling told me otherwise. I had no idea what to do, Melody placing
my hand in his handling the impasse. He led me off to the dance floor
then assumed the male position as he held me in his arms. I looked
over to where Melody was standing willing her to help me out. I got a
smile and then she turned and walked over to the bar to get a drink.
I made a few
wrong steps before I started following his lead. After a few moments
he pulled me closer to him, now our bodies were touching quite a bit.
I felt like leaning my head on his shoulder but luckily some saneness
surfaced and I managed to pull back some. I thanked him for the dance
and I was left with Melody again, her smirk obvious and threatening
to proceed to a full blown giggle attack.
Four more dances
that evening, left me wondering how I would be able to handle the
male attention in the future. Then I had a duh moment, I did not have
wedding rings like Mac, I am sure it would not deter everyone, but
less is definitely better. Thinking back to tonight I had four dances
that I was unable to avoid and eleven requests for dances that I
managed to avoid somehow. Suddenly my respect for Mac grew quite a
bit.
When I was not
fighting off the male of the species I did manage a few conversations
with some of Mac’s female friends. I tried to remember their names
and not say the wrong things, but after the evening was over I had no
idea how I did. I was very thankful when Melody’s husband picked us
up, dropping me at my home, then heading on home themselves. I
couldn’t get out of the heels fast enough, the dress quickly
following the heels. I made it to my bedroom, slithered out of the
underwear and donned a nightie and was soon lost to the world.
The next morning
I was awoken with a kiss, my eyes shot open to see a smiling Mac
glaring at me. She handed me a list of things that were not done
correctly, including mistakes made at the event. I groaned as there
were twenty-five notations listed, ranging from not hanging up my
clothes after getting home to mistakes in conversations with some of
her friends, that would have to be straightened out in the next
couple of days. Bottom line my first week was a total disaster and
would not count in my quest for four weeks filling in for Mac.
I did get groped
in an erotic way, kissed till I was panting and then left on the bed
totally unsatisfied. She waved to me from the bedroom door and
mentioned that mistake nineteen through twenty-five should be
corrected today, but no later than tomorrow. She blew me a kiss and
disappeared. I had propped myself on one elbow, now I fell back on
the bed and groaned. Apparently it was loud enough for Hilda to hear,
since she came into the room with quite a smirk on her face. She
laid out some clothes for today, but left the mess I had made last
night for me to straighten out. It was also relayed to me that lunch
would be in half an hour, no second chances if I didn’t make it in
time. Another loud groan and I threw off the covers and slid out of
bed. I could hear Hilda giggling from the hallway as she returned to
the kitchen.
I nibbled on some
fruit for lunch, my appetite seemingly disappearing after the
realization that I would be in this role for quite some time. I
returned to the bedroom and did the things that I had ignored last
night. Just hanging my clothes and gathering my laundry took a couple
of hours. Hilda did check on me pointing out a few details that I had
overlooked. A few hours later a smiling Hilda gave approved of my
efforts.
I consulted Mac’s
list and tried to figure out how to correct some of my social errors
last night. I figured that most of my mistakes were a result of my
reluctance to engage her friends. Mac had supplied enough background
on her friends that I could figure out where I could meet them
casually again, this time making sure I engaged them in small talk
about things feminine.
It is one thing
to maybe figure out what I had done wrong, but quite another to try
and straighten them out. I called several of her friends, arranged a
time to meet, sometimes lunch or a dinner. A few were just a meeting
for drinks and some conversation. Again a search through my wardrobe
for the appropriate dress for each meeting. Mac had put an asterisk
next to one lady. Telling me to start with her. I had met her once,
she came across as a super confidant female, not above stating her
opinion without admitting any guilt on her part.
I had arranged a
late lunch with her at one of the better restaurants in town
tomorrow. I worked on my appearance for over two hours before Hilda
dropped me off at the restaurant. The lady was right behind me, and
we were shown to our table quickly. After we ordered she started the
conversation, telling me that she knew why I was having lunch with
her. It was obvious yesterday that you were new to this female
gender, maybe I can help you a little to hone your skills. She walked
me through last might, telling me what I should have done with each
lady. Unlike her none of the other ladies caught on to my real
gender, just figuring I was from some hick area and had not earned my
merit badge in female behavior.
It was a pleasant
lunch, after she had told me what had to be done we talked at length
about my predicament, the lady informing me that I might as well face
the reality that I will be a member of the female gender for the rest
of my life. Mac and her had broached the subject from time to time so
it was not a spur of the moment idea of Macs. In case I was not aware
of her skill, very few things that Mac had decided to pursue in life
ended up other than what she wanted to begin with. The lunch lasted
for almost two hours as we discussed everything and anything. When we
finished I got a huge hug, while she invited me to her house later in
the week for some gossip and another lunch. We left friends,
something I never thought I would be able to achieve with a member of
the female sex. Well other than Melody, who had made the overture to
me in the first place.
I had called
Hilda and she was waiting for me outside the restaurant, seeing the
smile on my face she assumed that I had achieved my goal. I told her
what had transpired and she giggled when I also told her that I most
likely will not return to the male gender even if I succeed in
winning the bet. I also told her I will deny any mention of that
statement if word gets back to Mac. She ran her finger across her
lips as if to zip them up and giggled for quite some time.
After we made it
home I got a hug, her telling me it was for the best, you essentially
sucked as a male to start with, although your skills as a father were
much better. I pouted a little at her statement but ended up giggling
with her at my reaction to her statement. I undressed and slipped on
a robe and made a few plans for tomorrow’s meetings.
Hilda did give me
a treat as she came and brushed my hair for me before bed. I could so
get used to that, wonderful feelings and goose pimples combined. I
thanked her for being so nice to me, and suggested that we spend an
afternoon together just being friends later in the week, just the two
of us. We hugged and I headed to bed after donning a gorgeous nightie
that I had not seen before. I was soon drifting off, dreaming of
pretty clothes and dancing. The rest of the lunches and dinners went
off much better, I still was a little reserved but I think I had
managed to mend most of the broken fences I had caused at the ball.
I did make sure I
obtained a set of wedding rings for the next soiree, although I felt
wonderful dancing the night away I was not fond of being pursued. The
rings were my original set for Mac, before she obtained larger more
impressive ones for daily wear. Although she still wore them
occasionally, I had need of them now to keep the wolves at bay.
Surprisingly they fit my ring finger perfectly, although I was sure I
had larger fingers than Mac. Maybe more of Mac’s conniving somehow
involved here.
I think I have
turned the corner now, every morning I am up early planning out the
day’s activities and looking for the right outfit to wear to do so.
I am out shopping at least three days a week, with Hilda at my side.
We now spend, at least, two afternoons together, no agenda, just two
friends talking and enjoying each others company. Looking back I now
realized how much I was missing in life, determined to not let any
more of the good life slip by.
I heard from Mac,
she letting me know that she will be back home tomorrow, after
visiting all the children and spoiling all of the grand kids. I am
sure the real reason was to check on my progress, a primary concern
of hers. Maybe I can surprise her some, doing something she does not
expect. Two can play at the game, making the game a lot more
interesting.
I quickly called
the salon asking if I could get an early appointment in the morning
for the works. I was especially interested in getting longer nails,
extensions for my hair and if possible a larger bust. I was assured
all could be handled and was given a seven A.M. appointment. I made
sure Hilda knew about the time, her smirk letting me know that she
approved of my surprise for Mac. I did have a few second thoughts in
bed that evening, but my hand on my breast and the good feelings that
accompanied it pretty much erased any lingering doubt about what I
had in mind by the next morning.
I was up early
dressed and waiting for Hilda to get dressed. She saw me and smiled,
grabbing my hand and giggling as we left the house. The salon was
ready for me, several techs ready and waiting. I was hooked up to the
boob machine again, the pump started right away encouraging more
tissue into the cups. My old nails were removed, a longer set applied
and then painted a bright cherry red. As they were getting ready to
add in my hair extensions I asked them if they could use a lighter
color, making my hair look like I had highlights. The answer was yes
and several hours later my hair was down to my butt, curled and
looking thick and beautiful. Another hour as my makeup was refreshed,
then my eyebrows checked for stray hairs, I was pronounced done. I
had asked for a higher pair of heels to wear home, feeling sure that
would leave no doubt with Mac about my girliness. The almost six inch
heels did that and more. Surprise, I had little trouble navigating in
the taller heels, not sure why or how.
Hilda had been
waiting for me, getting her hair shampooed and conditioned and her
split ends handled. When she first saw me her eyebrows went up in
amazement, then she started giggling. I signed for the services and
we headed home. Mac had already arrived, and was waiting for me in
the living room.
Her mouth fell
open, and her eyes got as big as saucers as she took in my
appearance. I could tell she was not missing any part of my enhanced
appearance as her eyes scanned my body from my toes to the top of my
head. I approached her, leaned in and took her face in my hands. I
held it firmly as my lips touched hers. I pushed a little harder,
making the kiss more passionate. I slipped my tongue in at the first
opportunity savoring the experience. I tilted her head to the side a
little as I slid my mouth over to her ears and nibbled a little on
her earring. Well that did it as she orgasmed right there while
standing up. I felt her get wobbly and grabbed her arms to help
steady her. She leaned into to me, and soon we were in a tight
embrace. I helped her to the couch and eased her down at one end
against the armrest. We were sitting right next to each other, her
head on my shoulder and her arms around my body.
It took her
awhile, but she finally came around, grinning at me and taking
another look at all of my changes. She started to ask a question but
a firmly placed passionate kiss on her lips killed that off
immediately. I asked if she was hungry, since I have reservations at
a nice restaurant if she can make herself look beautiful enough to be
seen with me. She gave me quite a stare, but decided she would give
it a try. I was hauled off to the bedroom since she wanted me there
so she could judge her efforts against her supposed goal for tonight.
I decided to
change my clothes too, a sexier dress, chandelier earrings, and some
of my hair pinned on top of my head, with some of the curls dangling
around my face and neck. The dress barely covered my new breasts, the
top half of my erstwhile orbs left uncovered and jiggling around in
the cup of the corset I was wearing. Due to the corset I now had a
smaller waist than Mac, making my bust and hips look much more
impressive than normal. Mac had been watching closely at my choices,
changing what she had planned to wear three times, I suppose in an
effort to look as pretty as me. Finally as she donned her last
choice, I helped her zip up the dress kissed her passionately and
told her that she was beautiful, obviously a close second to my
beauty but nothing to be ashamed of. I kissed her again before she
could cut loose on me, then dragged her to the limo I had waiting for
us. Hilda did get to see us before we slipped out the front door,
giving me a thumbs up.
I hugged Mac
tightly in the limo pushing her head against my breast to keep her
mind occupied, otherwise the ride was in silence. The doorman got the
limo door for us, and we were shown to our table immediately. I had
already ordered for us, out first course delivered just a few minutes
later. I sat right next to her, feeding her a bite or two as the
evening progressed. She did reciprocate as we shared food, drink and
lots of kisses. It was three hours later when the limo dropped us off
back at our home, we made it as far as our bedroom, then dressed in
nighties and crawled into bed. She was out of it, since she drank
wine during the meal, a little too much judging by her actions. While
I wanted to stay sober to enjoy being with her and making up for the
time we had been apart. I finally fell asleep, while cuddling her in
my arms, my head firmly attached to one of her nipples.
As I awoke the
next morning she was propped up on her one arm looking at me with
great interest. It was her turn today to initiate the kiss, a soft
sensuous one that instantly gave me goose pimples. We laid in bed
together for almost an hour, just savoring being with our soul mate.
She decided to concede defeat, since I had obviously fulfilled her
requests and then some. If I wanted to return to the male gender she
was okay with it, but I could detect a little sadness in those words
as she spoke them.
I told her it
would require a large expenditure to do so, since someone had stolen
all of my male clothes. Mac jumped out of bed then ran to the garage
where she and Hilda had stored my boxed up male clothes to find the
space now empty. She squealed and ran back to me tackling me and
sending me to the floor, her body laying on top of me as she wiggled
her sex into my groin and caressed my swollen nipples.
Hilda walked
through wanting to know if we wanted lunch, then giggled and made her
way to the kitchen. She never did get a reply to her question. She
appeared later, telling us there was food in the fridge, if we wanted
it and she would see us tomorrow around noon. I then remembered the
next ball was tomorrow evening, Hilda planning to be here to help me
get dressed for it.
We never did get
any nourishment from the fridge, just lots of kissing and cuddling
the rest of the day. A very romantic night, my new body seeing a lot
of attention heaped on it. I tried to reciprocate, but Mac was a
female on a mission, not to be denied or slowed down in its
implementation. We did sleep late the next morning having just
completed our baths as Hilda arrived. I did manage to lay out my
clothes for today, Mac not missing the opportunity to check out my
choices.
Mac did decide to
accompany me to the ball, a fund raising affair for a children’s
charity. We both looked ravishing, dressed to the hilt and freshly
made up and coiffed at the salon prior to the drive to the charity
ball. Another limo, since we had no idea how late we might be.
Mac did watch as
I made my way through the crowd, talking and hugging my new female
friends, exchanging compliments about our dresses and overall
appearance. When she did join the group I was with she was ignored
some, since she had been out of the loop for several weeks. I could
see the look on her face, she did miss all of this, although she had
insisted she was tired of it, needing a change in her life.
When several of
the ladies were introduced at the end of the festivities for their
contribution to the charity, Mac was surprised when she was called up
front. I went with her, mainly for support. I had secretly made quite
a sizable donation in her name, something to get her back into the
swing of things. As she was thanked by quite a few of the prominent
ladies of the event she was staring at me, here eyes trying to bore
holes into me. I smiled and waved at her sending a kiss in her
direction.
Then I heard my
name called out. The name Macy called out twice before I realized
they meant me. Apparently I was not the only one planning a surprise
tonight. The charity made out like bandits Mac and my donations alone
more than they had hoped to raise at the ball. As I approached the
front I decided to make things a little more interesting grabbing her
in my arms and kissing her hard on the lips. The kiss got a lot more
passionate, lasting far longer than planned. When we finally broke
the kiss we received a standing ovation from the ladies gathered
around us. Mac was congratulated on my conversion to the female
gender and I was complimented for a successful transition.
We did manage to
find a quiet spot to sit a few minutes, holding each other’s hands
tightly so that the other could not manage an escape. A few words
were exchanged between us, but most of the time was spent just being
content to be with our soul mate. I did tell her how much I loved
her, thanking her for helping me to see that the female gender is a
far better choice to live out my future in. To think it all started
with me trying to maintain an image, an image I am pleased to see in
the mirror every day now, a feminine image. Macy now in her element.
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2024 by Francesca