Kody: A Profound Wager

Kody: A Profound Wager

It was a stupid wager, but then lot of betting is done without the consideration that you have no control over what is bet on. I worked in a small office handling the computers and analyzing customer’s web presence as to functionality and purpose. Our branch office was a part of a huge corporation that dabbled in lots of things, all computer or web related. We supplied answers to some common business problems, problems that most businesses did not have the resources to handle themselves. If a company was selling goods over the internet and they got some inquiries from out of the country we supplied the information and know how for them to be able to sell their goods internationally. That included licenses required, rules and regulations regarding their sales in each country and shipping requirements to get their goods to the new customer.

In the U.S. we supplied specialty software to allow their customers to view their product in their own native language. Software to get the pictures of their product on their web pages and blended into their presentation without overwhelming the customer. We also consulted on their web presentation offering some different ideas on how to attract the customer and close a sale on their product.

I mainly worked with the computers behind the scenes, analyzing a customers web site and then offering suggestions on how to improve it. Then we had sales specialists that took my recommendations and approached the customer with my advice, and our help in getting that advice implemented. We had three specialists that performed those tasks for the customer and then helped them keep the website current and functioning properly. This was done with a service contract, so much a month to keep things running smoothly. That was the basis for our company, keeping their web sites functional and profitable.

My boss is a female, energetic, knowledgeable and quite proficient. She has a way with employees that served her well. Shelly was always kidding us about something, teasing us about our manner of dress and often engaging in small wagers about this thing or that. If she lost the wager she would always honor the bet and not try to weasel her way out of it. With each employee the subject of the wagers were different, some would be about sport teams, others about something happening in the news, others with appearance and in a few cases about some of our customers. She is well liked because she interacts with us freely and is so down to earth. In general, the office adopted some of her behavior, some wagers and kidding exchanged between the employees as well.

One of the ladies in our office was attending a wedding, her sister getting married to a fairly wealthy boyfriend, and since she is her maid of honor, the dress for the affair to be very formal. In this case, she wanted her hair in an elaborate updo since both her and her sister have such long hair with their dresses being strapless, a perfect combo. They had some jewelry that would be included in the elaborate updo along with some ribbons that matched the color of the dresses. Their Mother had spent a fortune on the dresses, the total coming to just under twenty-five thousand dollars for both dresses. The wedding to be held in one of the fanciest churches in town, with a coach pulled by four horses to take the couple to the reception a few blocks away.

Anyway I had gotten carried away with regards to the future maid of honor kidding her about the fancy hairdo ever chance I got. She wasn’t able to take time off work for the appointment for the hairdo at her salon, so ended up taking the appointment in the evening a couple of days early. This required her to work those days with the fancy hairdo. There would be an employee of the salon at the wedding to fluff up the hairdo, but not able to create the updo right before the wedding.

She showed up for work that first day, her hair piled on top of her head, with tendrils of hair hanging from each ear and a multitude of curls from a bun at the back of her head. The jewelry looking like diamonds around the bun with the ribbons hanging from each tendril. It was quite pretty and very lavish. Also very over the top for a workplace. I guess I got carried away with the kidding although Kay seemed to take it in stride. She told us abut her sleeping arrangements since if she laid down it would squash the hair do. So she slept in a chair at night with pillows keeping her head up, and a scarf to hold the long ribbons from getting wrinkled.

Over lunch we were talking about a customer that in the past had given is quite a bit of trouble. Each of us had dealt with them at one point in time, however I seemed to get them more often than the rest. Shelly proposed a wager between her and I. If I could handle them by myself the next time they became a problem she would make sure I got a bonus for my efforts. However if her or one of the girls had to step in to handle the customer I would have to pay a penance for a month, the nature of the penance to be obtained from suggestions of the other office girls. Each girl would get to offer one suggestion for my penance all the suggestions to be placed in a box and I would then select one if I lost the wager. So the kidding got transferred to me, the girls making all kinds of suggestions about my penance, since they were sure if I got that customer again I would be paying the penance. Then they started on what they would say to the customer to soothe things out, and make sure we kept the customer. There was even a few hints that maybe down the road another wager could be done, and what consequences that might mean for me. Just think you may never be in a place where there was not a penance to be dealt with.

Shelly used little things like this to make each person feel like they were part of the team not an individual out on their own. It has worked in the past, every little wager looked upon enthusiastically by all concerned. Even this latest wager already talked about, with several gals already writing down their suggestions for later. Then looking at me and giggling away. I know it sure caused an increase in the chatting.

Of course I wanted to win the wager, a bonus always appreciated these days. In the past Shelly’s bonuses have been quite sizable. So I started preparing for my talk with this customer, brushing up on their history and requirements. In the past they have complained or required help about every ten days, so it wouldn’t be long before I am again having to interact with them. Maybe this time will be a charm. A voice deep within me was screaming to pass on the wager, too iffy and not knowing what I would have to do if I lost making it way too risky. Did I listen to the voice, nope full speed ahead. I shook on it with Shelly, the resulting smirk on her face quite large.

I have in the past been able to solve their problem or handle their complaint by myself about half of the time, so the odds might be slightly in my favor. I had just finished two web analysis for customers sending the suggestions to our sales people. I got a phone call from a customer to handle next, yep the customer in question was on the phone.

I introduced myself and listened to their problem, then formulated my response. This was an employee of theirs I was not familiar with so I explained what had happened, actually a mistake on their part. Since I had worked with them in the past I carefully explained what to do and in the proper order. Silence on the other end. I asked if I could help them understand something better or if I could go over the procedure to correct the problem again. The employee got huffy, demanding that I let her talk to my boss. I asked her to hold for a minute and I would get her on the phone. Oh gawd came to mind, but I needed to get Shelly on the phone quickly before the customer got any more upset. I had printed the procedure out like I usually do, to be kept in a file of theirs in case this came up again. I took the printed sheet over to Shelly explaining what had happened. And handed her the procedure for handling the problem. Also filling her in on who she was talking too. I went back to my computer my head hung down, I presume my luck with handling them now non-existent. I did not think about the wager till later, when that single thought came running across my mind causing me to lose track of what I was doing and having to start all over again.

Shelly seemed to have no problem with the customer’s employee as she went over the fix and then waited as the employee implemented the procedure. It worked right away and Shelly was thanked profusely for her help and guidance. We had gotten real busy as Shelly was talking to the customer so there was no chance to talk about what had happened that day. I ended up staying late since I had two analysis to finish before heading home. Shelly came by as she was heading out, gave me a squeeze on the shoulder as she left, with the biggest smirk on her face. I let out a sigh, the thought of my penance to be determined coming to the forefront once again.

I did finish a little later so at ten minutes to six I signed off my computer and headed home. I was pooped so I nuked a TV dinner, nibbled on it then took a bath and crawled into bed. I was apparently more tired than usual sleeping through the first alarm. When the second alarm sounded, I jumped up, slipped on some clothes and drove to the office. No breakfast, not even time to brush my hair. I did make it just before eight, our normal starting time. As I set at my desk, the phones started ringing and it was almost noon before they relented a little. Luckily for us the company stopped all incoming calls to us during the lunch hour, giving us a little piece and quiet. Believe me on some days it was really appreciated.

We chatted about all the calls we had that morning, then Shelly asked the girls for their suggestions for my wager with her. Well it was handled quickly as each of then took their suggestion from their purse and handed them to Shelly. Shelly read each one then placed them in a box on the table. Her smile got bigger as she looked each suggestion over and then dropped them in the box. The box was slid over in front of me and I reached in and stirred them up a little then selected one. I pulled it out and handed it to Shelly not wanting to look at it until the last moment. Shelly paused for a minute then read the suggestion. A curly updo for the whole month. I sunk in my seat and moaned, each of the girls reaching out to me and telling me that it wouldn’t be that bad, I may even learn to like the style.

The lunch hour was up, so the girls got up to resume their work and Shelly took out the remaining suggestions from the box. I presume to make me aware of the other choices. As she opened them up and laid them in front of me to read, each suggestion was nearly the same, except maybe a few words changed here and there. So it didn’t matter what I chose, I will be doing the penance that every girl wanted me to suffer through.

Shelly told me that this particular penance was not what she had in mind for me, so she will make sure that something else be found to satisfy the girls. A head full of curls and ribbons on a male kind of severe, limiting what I could do when off work and during the night time hours. I immediately though of having to sleep in a chair every night for a month, none of the things that I had considered earlier.

We got busy, her computer dinging telling her that there were more calls yet to be handled, I got up and made my way to my computer, signed on and took the next call. Shelly was doing the same and it was four hours later when things eased up some. I still had three sites to analyze. So I got started on them, hoping to finish them before six. Shelly was also kept busy, with her finishing a few minutes before six, She wandered in and sat in front of my desk watching me finish up the last analysis. With that finished I let out a huge sigh and signed off. To my surprise she invited me to dinner, her treat. I told her yes, but she didn’t have to pay my way.

My car was left at work, she would drop me back here after we ate. The restaurant she had in mind was nice, good food all low in calories and very reasonable in price. The low calorie bit was a joke, the food was so rich and tasty I am sure I gained ten pounds just looking at it on my plate. After we finished eating she wanted to talk about my wager and penance. I figured as much as soon as she asked me to dinner. I kept quiet letting her tell me what she wanted to do. I had already decided to go through with my hair in an updo, not wanting to experience it, but more interested in fulfilling my part of the wager. Not try and weasel out of part of it. She said she had went back to my personnel file and looked to see if I was married. Since I never talked about a girlfriend she presumed there was none at the moment.

She had taken my photo from my original employment application and shown it to one of her friends, who works in a salon to see if what she has in mind might work out. According to her friend, it would work out perfectly. I saw Shelly take a huge breath and then heard her tell me that the best way to handle this is for me to dress as a female during the month. Nothing over the top, just a dress instead of pants and a shirt. No makeup, the hair do will supply the female image by itself with no further enhancements necessary.

She stared at me, waiting for me to say something. I knew I would accept, but any chance to wind her up some can’t be passed up. I carefully selected my words then asked her. What no panties? Well that broke the ice and we giggled and laughed for quire some time. I managed to tell her that I wanted to follow through, not wanting any one to think I would welsh on a bet. She told me she would make me an appointment on Saturday morning, thus allowing me the weekend to get used to my new look.

I would be expected to pay for my updo, but her friend is giving me a huge discount. The dresses for my disguise Shelly would furnish, the cost worth it to her, to see me with bare legs and short skirts. I asked about pants, but Shelly reminded me of the company dress code prohibiting any pants at the workplace for females. Oh well it was a thought.

I agreed to everything, not wanting to let the girls down. I am sure they are looking forward to me with a very feminine hairdo and wearing a dress. Shelly offered to pick me up Saturday morning and take me to the salon. That way she can introduce me to her friend. I am sure it has more to do with seeing me first with an updo and also first to see me in a dress. Oh well, nothing to do but put up with it. I have noticed I am saying oh well quite a bit now, if that is the only saying I pick up in the ensuing weeks things will be fine.

Shelly was early ringing my door bell, incessantly by the way. When I opened the door in my robe, she swept pass me and dragged me toward the bedroom. I was pushed inside and told to get dressed. I presume she saw the bed through the open door.

Don’t take time to make your bed, we have more important things to take care of. I found her looking around the living room when I emerged, smiling and anxiously waiting to get her hands on me. Once she latched on we were out the door and into her car in less than a minute. The drive to the salon was less than a half hour, she parked in the first parking spot up front and came around to extricate me from the car. Into to the salon and straight back to a room in the back. Her friend was waiting for her, we were introduced and I was handed over to her.

Madison was friendly, but solely focused on giving me a gorgeous updo, her words. She ran her fingers through my hair proclaiming that such a feat would be so easy. Meanwhile Shelly headed off to their clothes store to shop for me. With Shelly’s sense of style and humor I am sure I will be on display, that is most of me will be on display. At the office she seemed to be the one with the most skin visible on any one day. Not a person you would choose to pick out your wardrobe.

Madison was meanwhile shampooing my hair, then numerous conditioners were added and left on for a while. After that was accomplished she combed out any tangles and started to cut my hair, evening out the length and getting the split ends removed. Then numerous large curlers were used after she saturated my hair with a setting lotion. Once all the hair was in curlers I was moved over under a dryer and told to read a magazine or two, she wanted my hair to dry slowly, that along with the setting lotion would guarantee my hair to hold the curl for at least a week. She has already made appointments every Saturday for me at the same time, so that my hairdo will always look fresh and pretty. She smiled when she said pretty, her first attempt at kidding aimed at my new look.

I did read several of their magazines, the article on avoiding unwanted male attention of special interest to me. I sincerely hoped that I would not be attractive enough to draw any male attention, but these days you never know. My mind did consider all the things that may affect my life now. I doubt my new hairstyle will allow anyone to presume I was a male. So any venture out for groceries, take out, or any one of a dozen other things will change dramatically. Everybody I will come in contact with will most likely see a female, the hairdo not one that is normally worn by today’s female. I guess wearing a dress might help, at least that way I will not be as obvious. Dressed in male pants and a shirt, but with that hairdo will draw everybody’s attention no matter who they are. So my life is going to change, starting as soon as Madison completes my updo.

Once out from under the dryer she removed my curlers, each curl springing back into the tight curl when in the curler. She brushed the hair straight back and secured it into a bun, the remaining length spilling out from the bun in ringlets of curls. Gawd, why did I have to let my hair grow so long?

She then took each curl and brushed it until it relaxed some, tying a ribbon into the hair at the base of each curl. There was over fifty curls with attached ribbons when she finished the ribbons hanging down to my mid back, the curls dangling around my shoulder blades. She had kept two curls full of hair at each ear separate, those were secured with a diamond encrusted barrette, surrounded by several ribbons. The ribbons a blend of colors and shorter than the other ones at my back. I am sure the diamonds were fake, but they looked quite realistic none the less. I let out several sighs, my image was worse that I had imagined. The hairdo screamed female, even though my face had no makeup on it, any masculinity I might have shown before today was not apparent.

Madison had given me a wrap of sorts, to be placed around my head before I laid down. I was to put it on after bending over keeping the curls in the open part of the wrap. It attached in the front, fitting tight around my head but leaving a cone at the top of my head, all of my curls and ribbons laying in that cone. It would minimize any damage to my hairdo, removing it and shaking my head should let most of the curls to fall back where they belong. Another sigh, this wager now even more intrusive on my life. I really hate that customer, wanting to call them up and cuss them out. Count to ten, maybe that will help. I made it to twenty-one before I calmed down some.

Time for Shelly to show up, a dress and some panties in her hand. I didn’t even wait to be asked to strip, the dress would be much preferred over what I had on now. At least, the incongruity of my clothes and hairdo would be handled. The panties were silky, and as they slid up my legs causing all kinds of never experienced sensations. The dress not much better, a sweater dress conforming to every curve of my body. I never did have much body hair, a small patch of fuzz on my chest and of course some around my genitals. Facial hair was almost non existent, some Indian ancestry the most likely reason for that.

Although there was no breasts or hips to fill out the dress a quite attractive female was the image in the mirror. Shelly eyes never left my body, smiling and giggling as I donned the clothes. She told me she had six more outfits in the car, for next week, all just as pretty and girly.

She had already signed the ticket for the services, so I was led out to her car. I did remember I was to pay for the updo, something to discuss later. I forgot to mention the heels that I was gifted with, way too tall in my thinking and only two small straps holding them on my feet. I think the best description would be dainty looking. I nearly fell on my face a couple of times, but by the time we got to her car I was somehow managing. Straight to her house, for that I was thankful, venturing out anywhere was not something I was looking forward to. She got the car door for me as I tried to duck down some to get my head and body out of the car with the hairdo.

I followed her into the house, then to the kitchen. She showed me to a bar stool by a serving bar and I attempted to get my butt on the stool. I finally made it but also giving Shelly lots of laughs in the interim. She placed a soft drink in front of me than a straw. I looked at the straw, then remembered that females often drank with a straw, helping to minimize damage to their lipstick. Oh well muttered again, but used the straw to drink some of the soft drink. I even looked at the straw to see if I left any lipstick marks. Shelly had been watching me then giggled. That giggle turning into laughter a few moments later.

As we were setting there she suggested that I stay with her, so she could help me with my hair and clothes. I tilted my head some staring right at her. Okay I have my motives, but just trust me right now and agree to stay here for the month. I smiled, asking her if she was going to help me put my panties on every day. She got up from her stool approached me and grabbed me and pulled me into a tight hug, holding me and not letting me escape. Yep, I will help you put them on and take them off every day, you can count on it. The hug turned into a kiss, erotic although brief. I was shown to the bedroom, quite pretty and very feminine, a king size bed in the middle of the room. I am shown to my side of the bed, extra pillows stacked on my side to help with preserving the hairdo. She pointed to the bathroom door and to the closet where she will hang my new wardrobe. I needed to use the bathroom so I headed in that direction while she returned to her car to get my clothes.

Dress up and panties down, I sat on the toilet to do my business. I did think why I had sat, since I never had done that before. Another unanswered question for later. When I returned my clothes were hanging in the closet, a pair of panties attached to each dress. On the floor directly underneath the dresses was two more pair of heels, I looked at Shelly, she smiled dress code requirement for a female. Then I spotted something laying on my side of the bed, a frilly lacy nightie. I blushed ten different shades of red. As Shelly gave me a smirk. House requirement, you will love it.

She indeed helped me out of the dress and panties, twirling them around her finger after getting them off. I tried to be mad, but she was obviously having fun doing this. Into the nightie, with way too much help and then my wrap for the hairdo. It felt funny to have all of that wrapped around my head, but I guess if it saves me anguish the next morning it is worth it. I was laid in bed, then Shelly started wedging the pillows around me keeping me pinned to the bed. My arms were buried under several pillows and my head was wedged tight with pillows on both sides. My covers were raised to my neck then tucked in tight. She leaned down and kissed me on the lips causing all kinds of sensations to course through my body. She made sure everything was tightly wedged around me then went to her side of the bed and crawled in. Turned out the light and was soon asleep.

I lay there comfy and still savoring the kiss. I guess I could extract myself from the pillow prison, but saw no need to. It was warm, and I felt secure. All of this to preserve my hairdo, I suddenly realized I was looking forward to more nights like this, maybe a month will not be enough. A few minutes later I also slipped off into dreamland.

I woke having to use the bathroom real bad. I debated trying to extricate myself, but thought it would be more fun if Shelly got me out. I moaned and wiggled in my pillow prison, finally getting her attention. I whispered I had to pee, and soon I was pulled out of the bed. I was trying to get to the bathroom while she was trying to play lip lock with me. I finally prevailed and was setting like a female does. There was way too may mirrors in the bathroom, the one that was in front of me showed an image that was downright comical. My mind finally engaged and I flooded the toilet. A few more minutes and the bed would have floated away.

As I made my way back to the bedroom Shelly was there to help remove my hair wrap and ease the nightie over my head. I was helped into my panties for the day, as she made sure they fit properly and were snug to my body. I just stood there enjoying her ministrations on my behalf. The dress next, then she went to get dressed herself while I was expected to wash my face and brush my teeth. Before the dress she made sure I was doused in her scented powder, now the only thing I could smell. I sat in a chair in the living room waiting for her, crossing my legs different ways trying to keep so much skin from showing. I decided it was hopeless, until I got to my desk and scooted the chair in, I would be showing most of my upper thigh in this dress.

At least, I would have new things to occupy some of my time at work. Shelly bundled me off to work, a frilly coat over my dress since it was a little cool outside. The trip didn’t take long, although to me it seemed like an eternity. Looking at the clock on the dash it took only twenty minutes. It seemed like an hour or more. Part of the anxiety is what the girls would say about the hairdo, since I had kidded Kay so bad when she had to wear the updo to the office, I expected some in return from her and probably all of the other girls. Once parked Shelly looked my way, waiting for me to get out of the car. I swallowed and finally emerged from my side of the car.

Shelly led me in and right into the middle of the office. She got everybody’s attention and announced that Kody is now a female as far as the company is concerned, kidding as in the past is allowed but anything malicious or hurtful we be dealt with immediately. Now lets all give her some hugs, a few jibes and then get to work. They did just that, Kay giving me the biggest hug. I apologized for my behavior in the past, but she just smiled and told me at lunch we can compare notes on our hairdos.

Work took precedent and soon we were all busy on the phones. My third call was the nemesis that got me into this mess in the first place. I saw Shelly look my way, apparently she knew who I got and was watching to see what and how I did. This time when I introduced my self I used a little higher pitch to my voice and the prefix Miss to my name of Kody. It turns out it was the same gal that I had talked with last time, but a different problem. I went over the solution to the problem, made sure she had straightened it out on her end then asked if there was anything else I could help her with. There wasn’t, she thanked me for the help and hung up.

I let out such a sigh, thanking the gods that managed to get me through that crisis. Shelly called me over and suggested that I keep using the female voice and introducing myself as Miss Kody. Before she could say much more the phones started up again.

At lunch Kay wanted me to tell her everything about my appointment at the salon and about my first night sleeping with the updo. We did compare notes, she was fascinated with the wrap, wishing her stylist had mentioned something like it to her.

The afternoon was so so, busy then it slacked off, then busy again. I had four analysis to do this afternoon, so was busy anytime I got a few moments. It seemed business was picking up, from the amount of work, coming my way. Those looks at the customer’s website, meant possible new business for the company.

The month passed quickly, each day a repeat of the previous. Shelly insisted I stay with her, since her kisses were so awesome I agreed to stay. On the last day of the penance I was summoned into Shelly’s office and told to sit. She hemmed and hawed trying to find the right way to tell me what she wanted. I let her stew for a while then suggested to her that I might go first.

I am going to stay as a female if I am allowed by the company. Maybe not sporting an up do every day, but still with a proper feminine hairstyle. I have an appointment tomorrow morning to gain the figure needed to fill out my dresses in the proper manner. Of course makeup and heels.

I am not sure where I will live, the place I am staying at now is pretty nice, but I am not sure if I am desired as a future tenant. If you can give me a reference, that might help make up the landlord’s mind to keep me. I looked her way but did not see any indication on her part that she would help. I figured I was not wanted, so got up and headed to the door. Shelly told me to sit back down and keep my mouth shut, rather forcibly.

She fished around in her top desk drawer, pulling something out in a little black box. Being a former male I had no idea what it might contain. She came around and grabbed my hand and opened the box, removing something from it and then sliding it on my ring finger. Oh gawd, escaped my mouth then I fainted. When I came around, Shelly was staring at me, telling me she wanted just one word from my mouth and it better be the right one. I said yes as she asked me to marry her. The kiss was the best yet, only the incessant ringing of the phones causing us to stop. I ran to my desk, yelling that I will continue that kiss as soon as work is over. The rest of the girls giggling away.

I did get another week of an updo hairstyle, this time in preparation for my wedding. Shelly had the ribbons used in the updo made extra long. Then at our wedding reception she used them to tie my hands together, less grabby and more to her liking was her words as she led me by the ribbons to the limo. I stayed that way for the honeymoon night and most of the next day.

It indeed was a profound wager that day a few months ago; a different life, a soul mate and a wonderful boss, what more could a new female ask for.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Jean Marie; A Favor For Sis

Jean Marie; A Favor For Sis

Being one-half of a set of fraternal twins can be at times exasperating. Just yesterday my nefarious twin accosted me in my bedroom, wanting a big favor from me. When she set down on my bed, I knew it was going to be bad. Anytime she gets comfortable; I know that the favor is going to be absurd. She feels that she has to explain everything to me so that I will see the reasoning for her asking the favor.

If she was just a little more careful in her endeavors, she would not get herself into these predicaments. In the past, her request for favors has somewhat put a strain on our relationship. We have always been very close, getting along with each other, not like most brother-sister relationships. I really would do almost anything she asked of me, knowing she would do the same for me.

I guess some of the closeness between us came as a result of how we were brought up. Because of our names I had a rather hard time at school. At birth, Mom was trying to appease our grandmothers, so we were bestowed with the names of Jean Michelle and Jean Marie. Now that would not be so bad for two girls, but a boy and a girl is another matter. I received the very feminine name Jean Marie, and my sister was named Jean Michelle.

We found out later that Mom was expecting two girls, not a boy, and a girl. The ultrasound image proved to be incorrect in this case. We have no idea if it was the technician or the equipment, but in any case, the prediction was wrong, and my parents were surprised. Unfortunately, the grandmothers had already been told of the names, so to avoid disappointment, Mom kept to the original names selected.

Keep in mind that the grandmothers were getting up in age and not in the best of health. Now for a boy to go through life with the name of Jean Marie, he has to be unusually tough. My parents started calling me Jean to keep down my embarrassment. The schools, however, went by my name on my records, hence during the first few days of school each year, some teacher would call out my real name. When I answered, that sealed my fate for the rest of the year.

My family did move several times during our schooling, but each time I was committed to purgatory during the first few days of school. Most of my female classmates treated me with respect and did not embarrass me; after the first few days, life with them was tolerable. However, I was usually called Jean Marie, not Jean. I tried to get them to call me Jean, but they said that Jean Marie just was easier to remember.

I wasn’t sure that it was easier to remember, but I am sure some of the females were getting a little laugh at my expense. With regards to the boys, it was a totally different matter. It was like a compulsion to them. Because my name was Jean Marie, they had to ridicule me at every opportunity. Most of the time, it ended up as name calling. Sissy was a word that I quickly became familiar with, although it was a couple of years later before I really understood exactly what the name entails. They were relentless with the teasing, quite often in the halls among all of the students.

This only encouraged the other students to participate in the fun. There was a group of boys that always wanted to push the envelope beyond teasing. Bullies are what we call them now, taking the name-calling and teasing to the next level. I was never big for my age, so getting pushed, tripped and knocked down was to be expected. I even was placed in my locker once, yes, inside of it along with my books. It took the school janitor several hours to remove me since they had put a different lock on my makeshift cell.

If it only happened once, I would probably be able to handle the humiliation, but over my grade and early high school years it happened three times. Sis was outraged that they would do this to me; it required a lot of talking to get her calmed down. My sister tried to help me whenever she could, trying to step in to give me much-needed support. This only resulted in her getting picked on for helping me.

I finally told her to help me when she could do so anonymously, but otherwise refrain. There was no use in both of us getting beat up. She wasn't happy with the idea but did agree in the end. I know this was one of the reasons for our closeness, she was sharing in my grief. I was able to return her helpfulness some since I was above average in academics; so we studied together often as I helped her with her homework. I don't think she would have graduated high school without my help. She was smart, but it took until her sophomore year in college before she was able to take advantage of her IQ. She was a beautiful young lady in school. Unfortunately, she knew it, and her studies suffered in high school because of it.

Too much to do, too many parties to go to, definitely too much shopping, and other distractions to divert her attention from academics. Once she wised up, her grades improved dramatically. When her senior year ended her GPA was 3.6, an improvement from her 2.9 in her sophomore year. During her senior year, she was helping me with my courses, instead of the other way around.

Past favors that she had implicated me in were many and numerous, but the one that I remember the most was when she asked me to impersonate her on a blind date. I was shocked when she had made the original request. During our teenage years, we had never dressed up as each other as so often twins do. There was one Halloween when she managed to get me into a dress, but it was as Elvira, and she went as the hulk.

Nobody recognized me that year, but I attempted to keep the accomplishment very low profile. The dressing for the blind date was so over the top that it took her a week to persuade me to do it. The excuse was that her girlfriend had arranged the date, but she could not stand the young man. To keep from hurting her friend's feelings she couldn't get out of the date. She felt that I could fill in for her with no difficulty, and I conceded that I might be able to pull it off. The realization that she thought that I could pass for her with ease shook up my staid opinion of myself.

We were almost identical in our appearance except for the difference in gender. Our facial features were similar, with my lips a little larger than hers, but she definitely had the cuter nose. We kept our ash blonde hair shoulder length, although I usually didn’t have mine styled. It turned out for the date that it would be necessary so that I could impersonate her.

The guy had never met sis, but the girlfriend was part of the other couple on that double date. Hence, I needed to come as close as possible to her likeness. I also had to get my other ear pierced since up to that time I had only one of my ears pierced. Sis did have quite an attractive shape, blossoming into womanhood as is common with that age. I was straight as a board up and down, although I was very skinny, necessitating only to be padded out.

Even if I got found out, it was my sister's intention never to have another date with this man. At least she was thoughtful enough to allow me a week to get into the masquerade. She had known about the date for several weeks, one week trying to figure out how she could get me to do the favor for her. One week to convince me that I wanted to do this for her, and a week to perfect my disguise.

The extent that my sister went to make my impersonation realistic was phenomenal. Realistic breast forms glued to my chest, a padded brief helping my lower torso to round out a little. My longish hair was styled in a feminine cut, a professional makeover, and a custom made dress that fit my figure to perfection was my reality. Of course, all of that produced the required result with the blind date not realizing that he was dating another male. If her girlfriend figured out my disguise she never mentioned it. I kind of figured out why, since she was in constant lip lock with her date all evening, too busy to pay much attention to me.

Thankfully it was not a hands on type of date, and my purgatory was limited to talking a lot, a few grabs of the ass, and a goodnight kiss on the lips. My voice had not broken yet, still in the neutral area between a male and a female. I won't comment on the kiss since males are not supposed to like those type of affections shown them. It wasn’t that bad an ordeal; I was treated nicely and except for feeling so weird, I did have a little fun, however, I did not want to make a habit of this.

With regards to our parents, they were among the wealthy people, not extremely rich, but not hurting for anything. They had set up trust funds for our college, early in life, and they were now fairly substantial with the interest and profit from the stocks they had invested in. They were ours to do what we wanted to with them, but with the condition that we would get no more from them until they died.

They had been teaching us how to handle money, trying to get us to be responsible in our financial dealings. When we graduated high school, we were allowed to control our funds as long as our parents got to oversee the transactions. The size of the trusts were considerable, with both Sis and I investing quite a bit of these funds in stocks since we would not need the entire amount for our college.

We stayed local, at the state university majoring in business management and marketing, so our expenses were quite reasonable. Our investments paid off with the dot-com explosion, and we doubled the funds in only a few months. We were just shy of having enough to retire with, but retirement at this time was not in our plans, for either of us.

Back to the here and now, as my sister positioned her posterior on my bed. I was fearful of any requests for favors from her, but I was receptive enough to hear her out. She needed a really big favor from me, lasting for a week. She reminded me that her current job was in turmoil, with her company not knowing what they were going to do in the upcoming few months.

There had been rumors of layoffs since several of their clients were declining to renew their contracts, although, at the time, they were still being negotiated. At this time, it was not known if they were just trying to get a better deal or if they were shopping at the competition. Sis was trying to preserve her career by getting an interview with another company. The job was similar to what she was doing now, with a small increase in pay. The benefits were much better, with the new company offering a wide range of advantages in work hours and scheduling.

Unfortunately, her present job had a critical negotiation with their biggest client the same week of the interview. Compounding that problem was the fact that the negotiation was being held on the west coast. Since we were located on the east coast, something had to give. She asked me to attend the interview for her, and if the job was offered, take the training seminar for the rest of the week.

What made it all the more plausible is the fact that I am working as a consultant for small businesses. This is done from home, with only a few face to face meetings necessary. I gave small companies advice on incorporating, helped them with their business plans for financing, and other business related services. I had numerous referrals over the last few months and had managed to develop it into a profitable business.

Now a one-day impersonation might be something I could handle, but a week’s worth is out of the question. Sis and I argued about this for several hours, but I would not budge, and she didn't want to lose out on a good potential job if her company started cutting the workforce. She had been with then for only a year and a half, not having much seniority. We decided to leave the discussion until tomorrow, with both of us thinking about it. I think she finally realized that I might not come around to her way of thinking.

I laid awake most of the night thinking about what my sister wanted, an unreasonable request in a way, but I could see why she was trying to cover all her bases. The more I thought about it, the more I could see her point. It would be probably embarrassing for me, especially if I was discovered. The actual dressing like a woman is quite an ordeal, especially after all I had gone through last time for the blind date, I can imagine what she has in mind for me this time.

I had a couple of conditions, but if she agreed I would do it for her, the pushover in me coming to the fore. The next morning we resumed the discussion, “I will do this for you, but at a cost. What you have asked of me is no trivial task.”

After being knocked over with her enthusiastic hug, I tried to maintain control of the conversation. “You need to agree to my conditions; that first, nothing permanent to be done to me, and second my insistence that, however, this turns out, the week time limit applies.” She was accepting immediately on those two points.

Next for the deal breaker. I was hoping that if I made my cost to her significant enough that she would forget the whole matter. “I want to be paid for my time, while I do as you request.” I did fairly well in my business, getting most of my business from referrals of previous customers. It was a niche type of business, but one that I managed to make quite profitable.”

“My price for doing her this favor was to replace my income for two weeks. I made about thirty-five thousand dollars in the last two weeks.” Of course, Jean Michelle did not have to know that it was the best two weeks that I have ever had.

There was deafening silence for quite a while as she tried to come to grips with my request. I could see the light come on in her mind, finally realizing what she had asked of me. She started conversations several times, but the words she would like to use did not come to her lips. Hence, the subject withered away. Finally, after thirty minutes she managed to gather her wits. “I will accept your terms, all of them, without reservations.” Now I am the one shocked and lacking verbiage.

Then she added another benefit to the equation. “If I successfully pulled this off, she would buy me a new wardrobe of my choice to the tune of fifty thousand dollars. She added a little side bet, between her and me, if I was confident enough of my feelings and emotions. After the week, she bet me that I would choose to stay a woman, instead of going back to a male persona. The new wardrobe would help in dressing the new me.” I am speechless, the idea of me staying as a woman after the impersonation is ridiculous.

I am not transgendered, nor a crossdresser, why would I stay as a female. There was no careful consideration of the bet, it is outrageous, and I would win the bet hands down. I agreed to the bet, but in my haste to discard the idea, I didn't even ask what she would be required to do if I became a man again.

With the decision and conditions set, we agreed my transformation would begin tomorrow. She told that she had made appointments for me for the next few days, to transform the old me to the new Jean Michelle. The first day of my impersonation was the interview and assessment by the new company, a week from now. She had been told I would be most likely hired after I am assessed on my skills and interests.

Then the salary and job description would be finalized based on what they found out. We decided that I would use the first name and initial of Jean M. on all the pertinent forms. This would keep her or me from being confronted later with deception in obtaining a job. I would drop by the Driver’s License Bureau to have my ID changed to Jean M. She had already obtained copies of all her transcripts for the interview. The transcripts were identical for the two of us, since we took the same courses, although not at the exact same time.

I could, therefore, concentrate on the transformation for the whole week. My voice is rather high for a male, so only a change in some vocabulary would be needed in that regard. We got to bed about two A.M. for a few hours’ sleep. She would head off to work in the morning, and I would head to the beauty salon that would do my transformation.

The appointment is for eight A.M., requiring me to get up at seven to be able to make it. I was told that it would take two full days at the salon for all the changes to be made and for me to be taught to do my own hair and makeup. Then one more day later in the week for a crash course in appropriate clothing choices. After work, she was going to meet me at the salon, and we would go out to eat. Neither of us likes to cook for ourselves, so eating out is a fairly standard practice.

We still lived at home, since our parents were often gone for months. It was a combination of look after the house, and us being too lazy to find ourselves apartments. Our parents were in France now, enjoying the Mediterranean, the first of several stops before they returned in December.

I was nervous the next morning as I got dressed. The salon is the same one she used last time, although they were using some different procedures on me since the period of disguise is longer. In the past the stylists and technicians were very friendly, treating me just like a regular customer. No snide remarks, no whispering behind my back, just a professional attitude throughout the entire transformation. This time, I am wondering what they might think of my excursion into extreme femininity.

I managed to get myself dressed and to the salon on time. I was greeted at the door and escorted to one of the private rooms. The Turnabout Gurl Salon is widely known in the area now, opening to the public just before my blind date transformation. Their reputation had spread in the interim, now even at eight in the morning, they were busy. They had obviously decorated some more since I was here last. The whole place dripped femininity, the soft colors, the lacy curtains, the uniforms of their technicians, and the large mural sized pictures of beautiful females decorating the walls.

I was aware of their catering to the M2F population since there were several male clientele getting their hair done this morning, but the number of women they had as customers astounded me. At least, at first glance they looked like females. In all of their advertising, they stressed that if they could make a male look like a female, just imagine what they could do for the true female client. It was obvious that their advertising is working.

As I entered the private room, Gina greeted me at the door. Her uniform is a sight to behold. A variation of a French maid's outfit, done all in pink, with lace and petticoats everywhere. I told her that I loved her outfit, she telling me that she could arrange for me to wear one before I left. That quieted me down since I didn't want to experience that pleasure.

She had done my hair removal last time, and she remembered my name. She told me to undress and lay down on the table. My lack of confidence and self-awareness always seem to show up when I am embarrassed and naked. My male body is alright, nothing exceptional, but shyness and self-doubt abound, turning me into something less than masculine. I am blushing several shades of red, but Gina just helps me over to the table, laying a pillow behind my neck. She tells me to get comfortable, and soon it will be over.

As she inspects my body for hair, she is amazed at how little my body hair has regrown. She informed me that one more treatment should leave me hairless permanently, the wax they used containing an ingredient that kills the follicle of the hair. I was thinking of other things and failed to notice the significance of what she was saying. She did go over my entire body, not missing any source of body hair. She applied the hot wax, placed a cloth on it and ripped it from my body. I shouldn't have made the comment about her uniform; she definitely was getting even for that remark and enjoying it way too much as she ripped away.

After the cloths were ripped from my body, she applied cream to the still warm skin and rubbed it in. From my neck to my toes, there was not a single strand of hair attached to my body. The pain is still there, a bit dull but several stressful throbs mixed in here and there. Maybe it was just that I was getting used to it since it did not seem to be as bad as last time.

She got me a diet coke to drink, and we chatted for a few moments. Gina is curious as to my decision to go the full route this time; I must have been on some type of drug because I missed what she is eluding to. I am thinking of doing it for a week versus the one-day impersonation last time. She was talking about me getting the semi-permanent treatments that lasted for up to a year. So we both missed what the other is saying, and she resumed the treatments. My eyebrows were next; the end result, a very thin, arched line of hair over each eye, identical to my sister.

Then she asked me how often I had to shave my face. I usually only had to shave once a week but to hide my lack of facial hair I told her that I shaved every other day. She went to a cabinet and pulled out some jars of liquid, looking through them for a certain bottle. When she found it, she shook it up and then found a sponge to apply it with. I was told that I had to lay still and try not to move my facial muscles. It was something important because she repeated it twice.

I nodded my head, and she started applying the liquid to my beard area. The cool liquid made my facial skin tighten up, and then the skin relaxed as the liquid became warmer. She left it on my skin for thirty minutes, with my nose twitching. Why is it that you need to scratch your nose when someone is doing something to your face or eyebrows? After thirty minutes, she removed the creamy liquid, then used an astringent on my face. The tingling felt good, as my face felt cleaner than it ever has before.

She assured me that I would not have to shave for at least six months that was why the solution strength was important. If I shaved less often, she would have used a weaker solution, thus neutralizing the weaker hair follicles a little better. I realized that I should have told her the truth on how often I shaved. I asked what if she has used a stronger solution for me, what would be the results. She smiled telling me that I would never have to shave again.

Typically when they do the semi-permanent treatments they try to time the treatments so that after a year the customer can return to his original gender if they wanted. I wanted to say something, but I was at a loss for words. If I do dress like a male again, I guess that I will not have to worry about shaving my face. Anyway, it is apparent that worrying about that now is futile.

Tracy, a new technician, entered the room, asking me if I was ready for the next step. I nodded my head, still worrying about what I had inadvertently caused with my little white lie, a while ago. She looked my body over, taking a few measurements as she went. She pulled the stirrups out of the table and asked me to put my feet in them. She used a strap to attach them to the stirrups, and then spread the stirrups further apart so she could work on my groin.

This was the part that I was not looking forward to. Since my pillow had been removed, my head was lying flat on the table. To see what she was doing, I had to lift my head, a position that was hard to maintain. Tracy asked if I had any questions about what she was going to do, but I stupidly told her no.

She sprayed some cool liquid on my genitals, with me losing any feelings there a few minutes later. She pulled and tugged on them for a while, positioning them where she wanted them. I felt a little movement in my scrotum but, for the most part, was unable to feel anything as she positioned my testicles. I did feel when she pushed my testicles back into my body, a position that I learned was possible last time I was in for the transformation.

At that time, they just taped my organs between my legs with surgical tape to give me the flat front of a woman. I was sure Tracy was aiming for something a little more stable than tape. She leaned over to tell me that she was inserting my penis into a sheath, attached to a false vulva that would give me the outward appearance of a natural female.

That false female sex would be glued to my body, keeping me secure and looking natural. It would take a while for her to get it set right, so she suggested that I just relax and think pleasant thoughts. It took her over an hour to complete the procedure, but when she showed me how it looked in the mirror, I was flabbergasted. I had managed to see several vulvas in my time as a male, but this was the most beautiful one to date. I know obviously I am prejudiced.

The fact that it is mine and not a girlfriends was the kicker. She had even added pubic hair in the shape of a triangle, to make my new female sex seem more realistic. She moved her fingers over the lips, then slid one into the slit. I jerked when I felt the touch of her finger inside me.

Tracy smiled, informing me that it works, that I can feel movements just like a real female. If sex is on the menu, you can have regular sex just like a female, feeling penetration and movement within the vulva. You will have to pee like a woman now since your plumbing is identical to any female. The best part is that the appliance is secure for at least nine months or more.

That statement did get my attention; I thought that this would all be removed in a couple of weeks, but no, apparently I am committed for a much longer time. I knew that she had not set this up; it was arranged by my sister, the little cheat. I wasn't upset at Tracy, but couldn't wait to get my hands on my sister. I asked a couple of more questions, trying not to let it be known that I was clueless as to what was to be done to me.

I did find out that the semi-permanent treatments were designed for a long term of nine months to a year. That's why sis was convinced that I would stay as a girl since nothing was coming off, guaranteeing me a feminine future. I was given a robe and told that a break had been scheduled about now since it would be another five hours before Tracy was finished with me. I found out that hips, breasts, and waist, plus a few corrections on my face are still on the agenda.

She led me to a lounge in the back of the salon where I was offered tea, and then a wide assortment of delicious pastries. I was informed that they were, of course, low calorie, not adding to my figure. This is said as she giggled, taking a bite of her own low-calorie treat.

I had taken the time to try and figure out what I am going to do. I knew that my sister had gone way overboard on this, but I gave her the benefit of the doubt, that her reason is the potential job. Why the semi-permanent treatments for a one-week impersonation. I decided a little detective work was called for, and asked Tracy to find out who my sister approached for the appointments.

She left for a minute, then returned bringing another lady with her. It was indeed a lady, the way she carried herself, full of confidence and ready to take on the world. I introduced myself, being the brother of Jean Michelle, and asked her if I could talk to her for a moment. She was willing and escorted me to her office, for a little more privacy. I told Tracy I would be right back, just needed to find out a few things. I was shown to a seat in her office.

She had an idea what I wanted to know but made me promise never to divulge the source of my information. It turned out her name is Francine, the owner of the Turnabout Gurl Salon chain. Gina had already brought me to her attention. Gina had told her that I was clueless about the kind of treatments arranged for me.

Francine had already talked with my sister, telling her that the salon wasn't a willing participant to transformations where the client is not aware of the degree and permanence of the treatments. Francine did not tell me what my good for nothing sister said when confronted on the phone. Francine had already arranged for me to have lunch with her so that I could be made aware of what exactly is happening. I explained my part in the transformation, what I had agreed to, what I did not agree to, and the reason that Jean Michelle had told me that I was doing this for.

She told me that nothing done today or tomorrow is permanent, but would definitely last much longer than the two-week scenario. Most of the appliances would be ten months to a year before they could be safely removed. She asked if I wanted to stop the treatments, if, so she would handle my sister. They frown on males being tricked or coerced into becoming women. I told Francine that I would like a little time to think about what I should do.

She suggested that I take an early lunch, and think about it. I agreed, and she ordered lunch for us, a nearby diner furnished her customer's meals when needed. She showed me to the lounge that I had a break in a little while ago. There was a small secluded room to the rear and Francine led me there. She asked to eat with me, so she could answer some more questions for me. I agreed, and within ten minutes our food was being delivered.

We chit chatted for a while; then I asked her if my sister had mentioned who her interview was with. She smiled, telling me it was a company that she did business with. In fact, she was the one that told my sister about the job opening. One of her old college friends runs their personnel department. Francine figured where I was headed, mentioning that she would make a few phone calls.

Francine knew that my schooling was the same as my sister since I had told her that was why my sister wanted me to impersonate her. She left the room, returning thirty minutes later with the biggest smile. Her friend would be over in a couple of hours to interview me.

I thought I had come up with an original plan to take the job away from my sister, thus leaving her with only her present job. Francine was way ahead of me, though. I figured that if I was going to be stuck as a woman for a year, I might as well have the job that she was interviewing for. I could always still do a little freelance work on the side. I told Francine to tell Tracy that I wanted the rest of the treatments, as had been arranged for.

She told me that I could switch to a less permanent modification if I desired. I told her, no if I was going to do this I was doing it right, first class all the way. Besides, Jean Michelle was paying for it. Among all the talk, we did manage to devour our lunches since I had never known soup and salad could be so good. Francine suggested dinner with her, and staying at her house for the evening, so that we could make more plans. She would call her friend, and have her meet us at her house instead.

After lunch, Tracy resumed my modifications, with appendages for the chest the next item on the agenda. My chest area was thoroughly cleaned, and then a thick liquid spread on my chest. An apparatus that fit on either side of my chest was lowered, then two gelatin-like blobs inserted into a cone shape breast cup. The bottom of the cups were attached to my skin with a medical adhesive. After those were attached to the forms the suction pulled any extraneous tissue into the cups with the gelatin substances. There was a little more suction added and the cups started to pulsate. Then all of it started to heat up, with it getting quite warm as the process continued.

Tracy leaned over to my face and told me to take a nap since this was going to continue for a little over four hours. I didn't fall asleep, but I spent the time trying to figure out why my sister had tried to get me trapped as a woman. As far as I knew, I had not done anything to her, for her to want revenge. Why she had lied to me to get me in a female persona for upwards to a year was beyond me.

I figured me taking this job for myself if the company liked what they saw, would maybe teach her a lesson. Then she would be stuck with her present job, a fate that maybe she deserved. For some reason, the chance to work as a woman somehow appealed to me. Other than the favor to Jean Michelle for the blind date, I really had never dressed outside of the one Halloween. I didn't think that I wanted to become a woman, I liked women, I often dated, enjoying their company immensely.

The few times that I had sex with one of them, it was enjoyable, but I never developed a relationship with any of them. Too many of my clients in my business were female; I just seemed to click with them, while my few male clients were always more of a chore to please with regards to my work.

I came out of my daze when Tracy released the suction from my chest. Then she raised the apparatus and low and behold I now had breasts. After she had moved the device away from my body, she returned to check her work. She felt them, and then she pinched my nipple lightly. I jerked away from her, I actually felt her touch my nipple. The forms were still there, now somewhat flexible and squishy. They would remain, then dissolve away after a few days. I looked up at her, wondering how that was accomplished. The biggest smile came over her face, her only comment being that I had a lot of catching up to do, to realize the potential for this new body of mine.

I was amazed at this latest development since my breasts were protruding from my chest just as if they were real. I guess in a way they were real, not something glued to my skin, but a part of me. I reached up to support my new titties, the weight being significantly more than I thought. My fingers moving to my nipples as if they was a magnet pulling them to that point.

Next, she had me roll over and proceeded to cleanse my lower half, and then added a different form and swung the unit back around, so it was directly above my hips. Two more gel balls were sucked up into the forms and the unit was lowered until the suction made contact with my skin. Quickly the slack skin was sucked up into the forms, and the pulsating started. My skin warmed up, as before, and then the regular pulsations deepened as more of my body is forced into the forms.

Since these forms were much larger, it felt that my whole rear end was in that contraption. The vacuum seemed to increase again, and more of my lower body had retreated into the forms. I sighed, knowing that I would soon have a very feminine butt, albeit a little larger than I had imagined due to the pulsating suction of the device. When the machine shut down, releasing the suction on my posterior, my new enlarged hips actually quivered a little. The forms would dissolve in a few days, until then I had a perfectly shaped female butt. As Tracy moved the device away, I looked over my shoulder at my new posterior.

They seemed to be huge, the flesh bouncing and wiggling slightly, as any movement I made caused a ripple to sway through them. Imagine what they will be like when the forms dissolve. I asked Tracy about the process that they used, as my hands glided over my new breasts and hips. She told me that it was a new process that used a special fat, sometimes used after liposuction to augment an area that needed enhancing. It had been injected in the area; then the body would absorb some of it in the cells in that area, causing the enhancement.

Their process used heat to dissolve the fat, allowing it to be absorbed by the body quicker. As the suction pulsated stretching the skin some, the fat was absorbed into the area. After the swelling had gone down, caused by the suction, the fat remained, thus the breasts and hips that I now possessed. It was a relatively new process, but with no breaking of the skin and using natural body fat, it was quite safe. I started to ask about how it could be removed, but decided at this point, the answer to that question could wait. I doubted that I would have liked the answer anyway.

We took another short break, then returned so she could work on my face. She wanted to emphasize my cheekbones a little more and plump up my lips. For this, she used some of the fat spreading it on the desired areas, then used a device that applied a moist heat to the area. After several applications, she used a form to shape the desired area so that the fat would be deposited where she wanted it. All in all, she put a layer of the fat on my lips and cheeks, twenty-five times, followed by the heat treatment.

I could feel my lips getting plumper as she worked the area. More than once, I asked her if my lips weren't large enough, but she told me that the difference between a good looking female and a gorgeous female was the lips and eyes. You have the eyes, and now the lips will match. Finally at six-thirty Tracy finished with me.

She brought me some clothes, including a bra and girdle, to dress in so that I could go home with Francine. I was told the bra and girdle would be needed 24/7 until the forms had dissolved completely, at least two to three days. Her choice of clothing was a LBD, stockings, and a slip with a garter belt to hold up the stockings. I gave her a one eyebrow raised look, she giggled but told me that it was necessary for dinner. Besides you now have the figure for it.

Before I could say anything more, Susan, another technician came in carrying a wig and some makeup. In short order, the makeup was applied, and my wig was attached. Looking in the mirror, there is no sign of my former male self. With a little different makeup, I would look exactly like my sister.

Francine showed up carrying a black pair of stiletto heels, with an ankle strap. Tracy helped with the heels, and then Francine asked if I was ready to conquer the world. I giggled but thought that dinner might be better. I was ravished, soup, salad, and snacks do not make for a full stomach. I am handed a purse, told my ID is in it, and then given the mascara and lipstick that Susan had used on me.

Francine grabbed my arm, I think for support since walking in heels was not my strong point, and we were off. As we got to her car, a white Mercedes, she clicked the locks, and I got in the passenger seat. I was quickly complimented on my ladylike entrance, remembering to smooth my skirt before I sat. Where I picked that up from, I don't remember. Francine drove us to a restaurant on the other side of town, a very exclusive eatery that was usually packed and required reservations. As we approached the Maitre'D, she was apparently recognized, he grabbed some menus and led us to a secluded table in the far corner of the dining room. He asked her if the white wine was okay, her nodding assent that it was.

Soon thereafter a waitress arrived bringing the bottle and two glasses. She popped the cork, poured the glasses and left. Francine asked if the white wine was okay, I told her it was fine, what I usually drank. I asked what was good here since I have never been able to afford to eat here. Her response that everything here was excellent, but her favorite was the broiled salmon.

That sounded good, so when the waitress returned to take our order, the salmon was what we both ordered. Francine had the asparagus, and I had the broccoli. I asked her if she came here often, she just smiled, then mentioned that this was her regular table reserved for her at all times. So, the answer is yes, I frequent this establishment often. Our food was brought out soon thereafter, and it was as she had stated, delicious and mouthwatering. We chit chatted for a while, and then when the plates were removed, the waitress brought us tea. It was the best tea I had ever tasted and brewed just like I made it.

She asked me a few more questions about my past, especially about my relationship with my sister. I tried to respond appropriately, telling her how we have a close relationship, but at times Jean Michelle tends to step over the boundaries and act without consulting me. I love her but would prefer to do without the fallout that results from some of her escapades.

We talked some more about my plan to even the score with her a little, but she was unsure of how me agreeing to live as a woman for a year was going to help her see the error of her ways. Put that way, I tended to agree, telling her that I also tended to do things on the spur of the moment without proper consideration of the consequences.

Francine thought that my biggest problem would be dressing and living the female lifestyle. It varies tremendously from the male life. Makeup, hair styling, and clothing choices would be a daunting task even for the most prepared individual. I asked her if she had any better idea for this problem that I find myself in. She suggested that we wait until her friend interviewed me and see what might be offered to me.

She seemed to be thinking all the time, and her advice is sound and accurate. She asked for the check, telling the waitress to add the normal gratitude and she signed it. We left to head to her house, Francine telling me that her friend should be there already. As we pulled into the drive, I was surprised at the simple elegance of her home. Nothing lavish and garish, just a cute colonial style house on well-manicured grounds. We pulled into the double garage, next to a late model corvette. As I exited, I asked her how long she has had the house. It looked well cared for, for a house that was nearing one hundred years old. She told me that it was one of the first things she had bought when the salons started to take off.

She showed me in, giving me a tour of the house, eventually, we ended upstairs, and she showed me where my bedroom was. A beautiful slightly feminine looking bedroom, with a canopy bed, adorned with light pink lace curtains. It had a very large walk-in closet and a private bath. Most of the furniture in the house looked like antiques, if not, they were very good reproductions. She suggested that I might like to relax for a while, then come downstairs for the interview.

I asked her when her friend would be here; she just replied she was here now. I looked surprised, and then Francine took pity on me, telling me that her friend was her partner, living here with her. I now saw how all of the loose ends were being tied together. I smiled asking if I could meet her now. Francine moved over to the side of the door while a beautiful brunette stepped inside of the door.

She reached out her hand and introduced herself. Her name was Heather, and she was glad to meet me. She suggested that we move over to the couch and get to know each other. I told her all about me and my sister's request for me to impersonate her. She asked a lot of questions about my experience, and about my business.

I even went online, to pull a couple of my presentations from my website to show her; She seemed to be suitably impressed with my knowledge but wanted to know more about the real me. I asked her what she meant; I am the real me. She giggled, then looked at Francine, both of them exchanging looks between them. Heather asked me to think back to this afternoon at the salon at how I looked when the treatments were done. She wanted to know what I thought of myself.

I told her that I saw a very pretty female, kind of fascinated at how she looks. She told me the keywords were you saw a female standing there, not a male dressed as a female. Francine brought up my plan to get back at my sister; obviously, there is something more there than revenge for her tricking me to dress as a female for at least a year.

Then she mentioned that when I did find out, instead of changing to a more temporary treatment, I went ahead with the semi-permanent results. I was quiet as I thought about what they said. I knew deep down they were right, but would I admit that my actions were more than revenge. After a quiet, eerie silence, Heather reached over and touched my arm to get my attention. My company will be glad to have you in our employ on one condition. I think you know what the condition is, and if you acknowledge and agree to it, I see a long and mutually beneficial relationship between us.

I think you should continue your business on the side, as long as you have the time and desire to do so. The company would have no problem with it. Sleep on it tonight, if you have any more questions you can ask them in the morning. You will find negligees in the top drawer, the bathroom fully stocked, and assorted feminine toys in the nightstand drawer. Her and Francine gave me a hug and a kiss and told me to have sweet dreams.

I found a gorgeous negligee, a peach diaphanous floor-length dream that felt wonderful on my body. I even hung up my clothes after removing them, a task that I seldom did as a male. I remembered to remove my makeup, using a moisturizer on my face before crawling into bed. No sooner than I had settled into the luxurious bed, I was fast asleep. My mind was active all night, but I don't remember much.

A knock on the door the next morning caused me to wake up. It was Francine telling me that breakfast is ready whenever I was dressed. I made my way to the bathroom and for the first time used a toilet sitting down. It was unusual in a way, but somehow it felt right. I put on a sweat suit that I presumed Francine had laid out for me and went downstairs. I tried to fix my wig a little before heading down, but my skills were seriously lacking in that area.

I was warmly greeted by both women and offered fruit, toast, and tea to drink. Heather asked if I slept well, then smiled when I sighed and told her that I didn't remember a thing until this morning. As we were eating, she asked if I had discovered any revelations since last night. I tried to play it down, but I think my smile and actions gave the game away.

I told her that I would love to work for her company if they would have me. I thought I would be an asset to them, helping them to grow. She smiled, and gave me a little side glance, waiting for the other shoe to drop. I just sat there finishing my toast and fruit. I asked Francine what time she wanted me at the salon, purposely avoiding what they wanted to hear.

She told me my first appointment was at nine, an hour from now. She would take me in, then with hair extensions, nails and makeup lessons I would be occupied the rest of the day. Heather still remained seated at the table, occasionally looking my way. I knew she was dying to hear my decision on the gender I was going to embrace, but she was not going to be the first one to bring it up.

I asked Francine if the clothes from yesterday were alright for today. She said they were fine unless I wanted to go in naked, with only a robe to cover my feminine assets. The clothes I had on would be fine since it was a little chilly outside. Francine giggled, looked at Heather, then me, telling us both that we should grow up. Little girl games do not fit your adult personalities.

I giggled, but turned to Heather, telling her that I intended to present as a female for the foreseeable future. They both wanted to be sure that I had thought it out, not just a rash decision. Heather pushed a contract over to me, stating what her company is willing to offer for my services. I read it over and was pleasantly surprised at the terms of employment.

It was offered to Jean Marie, female version, eighty-five thousand dollars a year, two weeks paid vacation, all travel expenses covered, ten thousand clothing allowance, and an apartment in the company's corporate complex. The three bedroom, two bath apartment would have to be shared with another marketing employee, however. Heather added it was the corporations thinking that if you were close to work, it would help with last-minute negotiations that involved extra work hours.

By the same token, if work was caught up, you could adjourn to the apartment, for a little R & R. I asked who the other tenant would be, I had been stuck in several disasters as some roommates had been less than desired companions. Francine thought that I would get along with this roommate quite well, almost like sisters. The warning bells were ringing, but since I was stone deaf, I heard nothing.

I told her that there was something still bothering me and that I would give her an answer this evening after my time at the salon. I wanted to think it through a little more, that something was gnawing at me real bad, but evasive to any kind of questions I might have had. After dressing in the clothes from yesterday, I picked up my purse, and Francine and I headed to the salon. The drive was a little longer since traffic is much heavier than usual.

Francine tried to find out what was bothering me, but since I did not know what it was, I couldn't tell her anything. We arrived at the salon, and Stephanie greeted me at the door. I wonder how her technicians knew when I would be coming in, a mystery for sure. Stephanie grabbed my hand and led me to her station.

Hair extensions were first on the agenda. My wig is taken off, and then my hair is washed and conditioned. She brought up the chair from the reclining position and started combing my hair. After removing all the tangles, she laid out these bundles. The hair in the bundles is quite long, but an almost identical match to my own hair color. Stephanie used a glue gun like instrument to add the extensions to my own hair. According to her, the glue is the secret to the extensions. It bonded to my own hair and the extension, being both waterproof and chemical resistant.

I could get my hair dyed later or even have a permanent, and the extensions would remain securely attached to my head. The process did take forever; it was almost one o’clock when she managed to finish with the additions. She then cut my hair blending the extensions in with my own hair to perfection. I was told it was a layered cut, framing my face and flowing out from the back of my head.

Curlers were next; there seemed to be no end to the amount that Stephanie was able to wrap my hair around. Under a dryer for an hour, Stephanie then checked to see that my hair was dry, then she moved me over to a manicure station. My cuticles were worked on leaving me with ten clean nails. Next, she picked out ten extensions that fitted my own nails perfectly. An application of adhesive was added to both the extension and my own nail, then under a UV light to set the glue. The extensions were very hard, Stephanie telling me that I would not have to worry about them breaking or coming off.

She applied a base coat followed up with three coats of Sunset at the Canyon, a deep red polish. UV light treatment between each coat of polish, then a glossy clear top coat to finish the nails. She informed me that the polish should be good for at least a month without chipping and that a special remover was needed to get it off. I held my hand out with my fingers splayed, admiring the very feminine nails that now adorned my fingers. No chance to be seen as a male with these beauties attached, in fact, I would most likely be seen as an ultra-feminine female, instead of just a female.

At least now I can rule out a career as a maid or domestic servant, with nails extending at least three-quarters of an inch past my fingertips I was not able to do much with my hands now except to wave them around while looking pretty. Stephanie moved me again this time to a vanity with a lighted mirror, the vanity top covered in makeup. I might make an assumption that makeup would be next on the schedule.

A moisturizing cream is applied and heat applied to the treated skin, the cream vanishing into the skin. I brought my hand up to my face rubbing the treated areas; it is now smooth and soft, not anything like it was before.

When we started on the makeup, I wrongly figured that she would be applying the makeup, but instead she handed me some facial cleaner and a towel, telling me the steps that I needed to perform. With my face clean, I applied some concealer to any area that was off color, mainly around the eyes, nose and mouth. Then a foundation is sponged on, leaving my complexion all one color. Doing my eyes was the hardest, any brush or pencil close to my eye caused me to blink, so I ended up jabbing myself several times when applying eye makeup.

Eventually, I managed to get it right, although I ended up doing it over several times. A little rouge on my cheeks and lip liner and lipstick completed the process. I had been watching in the mirror, mesmerized by my appearance. The last few traces of anything masculine slipping away as I applied the makeup. Stephanie showed me a lot that afternoon, about bringing out some of my best features and hiding others with a touch or two of makeup at the right spot.

In the end, a very feminine Jean Marie was all that was reflected in the mirror, no sign of a masculine individual present. I also noted that as my looks became more feminine, my actions seemed to follow; my hand movements were slower and more refined, my arms stayed closer to my body, and my posture is more upright. Gone were the slouched shoulders, replaced by two definitely feminine objects, displayed proudly on my chest for all to see.

Dressed again then told to wait up front for a few minutes, Heather is on her way to take me to the company headquarters to show me around, Then to the apartment so I could see where I will be living.

Heather showed me where I will be working, and what will be my primary responsibilities. My roommate will also have the same job, as we will be sharing in the customer’s projects, the company believing that two heads are always better then one when sharing jobs. I had doubts again, hoping that this roommate and I could get along with each other. If not there will countless problems and probably a loss of jobs for both of us.

Then to the apartment, only a few blocks away, easily able to be walked to and from each day. The apartment was gorgeous, the furniture very upscale. The kitchen had all of the latest gadgets, and came fully stocked, We could add later any foods we personally preferred to the food on hand. Back to the living room we chit chatted for awhile. It seems Heather was waiting for someone to show up. There was a key in the door and in walks my sister. She saunters over to the couch and sits right next to me. As she leans over closer she gives me a hug asking if I like the apartment. I give her the eagle eye, but it doesn’t work, it never has but I still try it every chance I get.

It takes me several minutes to put all of this together, realizing I have been played by all concerned. The long lasting treatments, the supposed job interview that couldn’t be missed and well everything. I told my sister I still want the money and definitely want the new wardrobe.

“You will let me borrow a dress from time to time won’t you?” A response I should have expected.

Then I jumped up and ran to the bedrooms picking the one I wanted before she could get off the couch. It was the larger of the three and had the nicer bathroom attached to it. She came over, hugged me tightly and told me she loves me. Now that you are who you should be we can have so much fun.

It started as a favor for Sis, but I think we both benefited from it. Sisters forever.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Joni: Halloween Sissy

Joni: Halloween Sissy

A week to go before the Halloween dance that the company sponsored. Since we made costumes for the holiday it was a big thing for us. The costumes had already been shipped months ago so that they would be in the stores in time for the holiday. We made better costumes, not the cheap stuff that the mass marketers sold. Our customers were costume shops and some fancier party goods stores. To supplement that we had our own internet website where we marketed our wares, especially our high end costumes. The retail price of our costumes was usually in the hundred to two hundred dollar price range. Preliminary reports back from our customers this year hinted at sales far in excess of previous years. Our internet sales pretty much verified that conclusion, especially last minute sales to those who couldn’t find what they were looking for locally. The last day of shipping we had sent out five hundred and fifty-two next day air parcels.

After the costumes were shipped out, that pretty much ended the huge push we had every year. Usually from July to the end of September we were humping it to get as much produced and shipped as possible. Once that stopped most every body concentrated on what costumes we were going to produce for next year. September was spent developing new costumes for the upcoming season, our Halloween dance used to try them out and judge their popularity. The only exception in the company was our shipping department fulfilling last minute internet sales.

Traditionally the employees would wear the costumes to the dance, family and friends letting us know their opinion of the next year’s selections. In my case, my family was my wife and her parents. My parents lived all the way across the country and usually did not make the trek, even though they were invited every year. There was about two hundred employees that worked for the company, the seamstresses contracted to do the sewing not really an employee of the company. The guys in the warehouse were excused for having to wear a costume, their size usually exempting them from anything that might possibly fit. A fact that they were mostly pleased about. Since we were not shipping much, except internet sales, this is the time they arranged vacations and took time to attend to other matters.

That left about a hundred and fifty employees that would model our next year’s ideas for costumes. From that group we would select about a hundred costumes to be put into production, that figure further diminished when customer reactions to our catalog and website were taken into consideration.

This year we had put eighty seven costumes into production, about average for any previous year. I was in charge of taking the ideas that our employees came up with and figuring how much it would cost us to make that costume. After the selection process I bought the materials to produce the costume and worked with the contract seamstresses in how it would be put together. Sometimes I would have to adjust the cost or make minor changes to the costume to keep it priced so we would be able to sell it. Then after it was in production I had to monitor the sales of the costumes and make adjustments in how many of a costume was produced.

Not a difficult job, but usually entailing a lot of paper pushing before the costume was ready to be shipped. Now with computers that meant a lot of time behind a keyboard. In the past, I had a binder for each costume with cost, material sources, projected sales, actual orders and cost of production including sewing time. For however many costumes were selected to be produced a binder for each. Now each costume had a separate spreadsheet supplying all that same information.

Over the years there were mistakes made, a small adjacent warehouse holding those mistakes. For instance, we had a lot of super hero costumes left, several mistakes made that year. We had projected it would be super hot, but by the time the holiday arrived the craze had already peeked and we ended up making a series of costumes patterned after a TV show at the last minute which managed to save our butt. There were other mistakes made but none to the degree of the super hero disaster.

My assistant and partner in crime always tried to devise a costume utilizing some of these mistakes, she figured if she was successful it might mean a bonus for her. She was trying to scrape enough together to pay off the mortgage on her house, which would help her immensely. She was divorced raising two kids by herself. I often helped her out when I could, giving her extra jobs not under her regular duties which earned her some much appreciated overtime.

The employees were very inventive this year, by the middle of September we had over two hundred ideas submitted. After evaluating some of those ideas we narrowed it down to a number that would allow each of our employees to have a new costume idea to wear to the dance. Marissa, my assistant, wanted me to wear her idea, my smaller frame a perfect match for her idea. She got with my wife, saying she needed a little help getting me ready to wear her costume. She was so excited in her preparations that I just sighed and let them plan my appearance at the dance. Over the years I have been almost every character that you could think of, last year I appeared as a ballerina, again my small size seemed to get me in a female costume more often than not.

I was only five foot six and weighted about a hundred and thirty pounds, actually only one hundred twenty pounds but I will never admit to that figure. It embarrassed me, most of the time I weighed less than my wife, an unusual situation for a male. My wife Angie warned me that I would again be attired as a female, but Marissa was so excited, for me to just go with it. I would need to spend a day at her salon, nothing permanent to be done to me. Then I would be dressed there and she will come by to pick me up and take me to the dance. I raised my eyebrows at that statement, but Angie’s huge smirk kept me from making any comments. She informed me that the appointment had already been made, and I would be pampered and made ready for my debut.

Over the next few days I was stared at by the CEO of the company several times, a giggle escaping from her mouth soon thereafter. Debbie, the CEO, is a true gem, easy to work with and quite intelligent. Her contacts within the industry and our customer base kept us above water several times when the economy was depressed. She managed to make the connections to get us the needed customers or move a slow selling product out before we got stuck with it. The super hero mess was the only major thing she was not able to fix.

I presume Marissa has shared my costume selection with her and several other female upper level management. No outright laughter but lots of smiles and smirks. Our last sales figures from our customers pointed to a banner year for them, thus assuring us a good start on next year for us. If our customers did good, they were usually more willing to take chances on their purchases for next year making our outlook for next year quite favorable.

Angie warned me that some parts of my costume might be intimidating, but Marissa had made sure everything used in my costume came from the left overs from previous years. Each year we were able to move some of the leftovers, but not enough for us to gain financially from it. At the present rate of sales of these leftovers we still have ten years worth stored in that warehouse.

The morning of my salon appointment and the subsequent dance that evening arrived, Angie sending me off making me promise to do everything I was told, no protests, and no complaints. She promised she would make it up to me that evening and for the rest of the weekend. The kiss she gave me as I left the house definitely left me gasping and anxious for the dance to be over with and the weekends activities to commence.

I was surprised to be picked up by the salon’s limo, a gorgeous female driver getting my door and making me comfortable in the back seat. I was given a glass of wine for the trip and thirty minutes later we arrived at the salon. I was impressed, my mouth hanging open at the sight before me. I had never been with Angie when she used the salon, thinking it was some small beauty shop that over charged for their services. The place was huge, and oh so feminine. I imagined me just entering would move my gender toward the female perspective.

I was led by the chauffeur to a room near the back of the salon, asked to remove my clothes and my technician would be with me shortly. An intimidating lady entered scanned my body and rubbed her hands together savoring the challenge before her. She introduced herself and quickly removed my boxers that I had left on to try and maintain a little modesty. I was covered in a cream, the end result would be no body hair after it was washed off. In most cases it was permanent, not requiring another treatment to keep my body hair free. I was never very masculine, so having no body hair was not a problem for me.

She then sat me in a chair and washed and conditioned my hair. Then started applying other chemicals to it, each one washed out after some time. The she started winding my hair in curlers, after she sprayed a liquid on each lock of hair. The hair was thoroughly soaked, I could feel the extra moisture running down my neck. She wiped up the extra moisture, then wrapped a plastic bag around my head followed by a large towel around that.

I was next moved to a table where I was laid on my back, my head slightly elevated on a pillow. I could feel the curlers pressing into my head, I guess a necessary sacrifice to look pretty. Two breast forms were glued onto my chest, the weight and size quite noticeable. Then she moved to my groin, moving my male appendage back between my legs and then proceeded to glue him there so as to create a smooth female front. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable, already this is more then was done in past years to convert me to the female gender. It seemed a little much for a Halloween dance but I remembered my promise to Angie. I did immediately think of the upcoming weekend, wondering if junior could be unglued for the promised activities.

In the next couple of hours my eyebrows were shaped into two delicate high arches, and my fingernails received long extensions, then a bright red polish to make them stand out and be noticed. As I glimpsed at the mirror behind my technician there was no male image there anymore. Even with curlers and no makeup the image was female. I sighed a couple of times, remembering my damn promise to keep any comments to myself and accept what they were doing to me with a smile. Though the best I could do now was a half hearted smile.

She did get around to makeup for me, as she was applying it the makeup seemed almost juvenile. All of the normal cosmetic items were used but not producing an adult look. The rouge was heavier than I have seen on any female and the eyelashes were done in a heavy mascaraed effect with no eye shadow or eyeliner. The lipstick was a dark pink, then she added a clear gloss over it that had a glitter effect on the lipstick below it. I can imagine if my hairstyle is also childish I will look like a large sissy.

Oh gawd, that is what my costume is going to be. To prove my guess was correct a feminine dress is brought in and hung on a hanger at the side of the room. The dress had miles of lace on it, with two large ribbons that tied in the back in a huge bow. A hanger full of petticoats is hung in front of it, I am sure the perfect compliment to the dress. The dress was so short, I doubted it would cover my panties when on. It was not from the superhero disaster, but another smaller fiasco involving females dressing as little girls.

She sprayed my makeup, telling me that the spray would keep the makeup set for thirty-six hours, no need to worry about keeping it fresh and pretty. Then she slipped on the petticoats, followed by the dress. I had already donned a bra and panties, so now I was dressed in my costume. I was right about the dress, the hem barely covering my panties. A pair of heels with a buckle strap around the ankle completed the outfit.

I was glued to my image in the mirror, nothing of the old me was left. Angie appeared at the door to the room, a huge smile spreading over her face. She had a few items in her hands, dropping them on the table as she attacked my persona. I was hugged hard, then pushed back so she could see me from all angles. This went on for several minutes then she looked at her watch and shook her head. I was turned away from her as she grabbed each of my hands and slipped them into something that looked like a glove. Since she was behind me and had pulled my hand behind my back I was not aware of what she was doing until she released the hand. By then she had already grabbed my other hand and was slipping it into the other glove.

The gloves were covered in lace, looking nothing like a regular glove. They had a band that fastened tightly around the wrist, making the gloves impossible to slide off. After a few moments I remembered the gloves, they were part of an adult baby costume that we had some calls for from our customers, but they never took their order, leaving us stuck with several special orders. I don’t remember the lace though, must be something Marissa had added to the items.

Still behind me she snapped a collar around my neck, doing something with the catch at the back. The collar was fairly high, pretty much stopping me from looking down. Again, I suddenly remember the collar, part of a dominatrix costume that failed several years ago. A belt was added around my waist and my gloves were attached to the belt at my sides. I was backed up to the table and laid back on it. Something was attached to my collar and apparently fastened to the table preventing me from lifting my head. Angie lifted my dress while grabbing a hold of my panties and sliding them down my legs.

I started to protest, but a pacifier was inserted into my mouth and the strap attached behind my head. She leaned closer, whispering that I had no choice, but if I continue to protest she has some more accessories that she can utilize, most of them a lot more embarrassing that what I was going to end up with. I got a kiss on the tip of my nose and she continued in my preparation. I just sighed, fearing the worse and most likely receiving it.

A few moments later as she had me lift my rear in the air, I suddenly figured out what she was doing. She was going to diaper me, here I was a grown male and an executive in the company and was being diapered by my wife. She used a wipe to cleanse me, then baby powder. The diaper was placed under me, then pulled up tight and secured with some pink diaper pins. The smell of the baby powder infiltrating the whole room. Even if they could not see my diaper I am sure they could smell the baby powder scent on me. When she finished I couldn’t put my legs together for all the material bunched up between my legs. She had added some soft shoes or socks to my feet, probably the baby booties from the same adult baby costume. I let out a groan, at my situation, then a swat on my butt quickly stopping any more vocalizations.

Another whisper from Angie telling me she used another diaper folded as a soaker to handle me all through the evening. I vowed not to drink anything, only to have my pacifier removed and a warm bottle of milk in a baby bottle replace it. I tried to resist, but Angie rubbing up and down my throat caused me to suck on the bottle. It tasted good so I continued not realizing till later that I was setting myself up for disaster. Maybe she will let me out of the diaper before it gets to that point.

She added some contact lenses to my eyes, having to try several times to slip them in. Now my vision was blurred, just seeing objects not any idea of what they were or who. I was released from the table and taken out to her car, hearing lots of compliments on my costume and looks. I was driven to the company offices, she parked and soon there were several employees there to help her. Because of my fuzzy vision I couldn’t see who but I thought I recognized several voices. I heard some laughter and giggles as I was lifted from the passenger seat and placed in an object and a strap tightened around my waist holding me secure in it. Then I was wheeled into the warehouse where we were having the dance. I soon found out I was in a baby carriage, sized to accommodate me. The comments from a lot of the attendees cluing me in to my predicament.

With the gloves on, my vision blurred and strapped into the carriage I was pretty much screwed. I was instantly red, although I couldn’t see if I was actually that color. It seemed we were right in the middle of the crowd. The voices of my admirers many and loud. Then I was helped out of the carriage and placed in something else, a blanket or something padded underneath me. Another strap employed and I was unable to move from where I was put. I was quietly calling for Angie, hoping I could get her attention to stop this crazy scenario from going any further. I got another baby bottle shoved in my mouth and moved back and forth till I started sucking on it. At the same time I felt my bladder release, the suddenness of it shocked me, I immediately started crying wanting all of this to end and now. Why I started crying I have no idea, such a un-masculine response to how I am being treated. I should be shouting or angry, but instead I was frustrated, not so quietly shedding loads of tears.

Angie did reach down and rub the top of my head, but withheld any further contact with me. She told me to get all of my angst out however I am staying dressed as I am until the dance is over. Now finish you bottle and take a nap.

Marissa did come by, placing a doll in my arms, giggling and saying how cute I was. Then I was complimented on being such a sissy, maybe a better place for me than in the adult world. I did not appreciate her comments one bit. I did end up finishing the bottle, the urge to suck on it overwhelming at times. Then my eyes became heavy and I was soon sound asleep. Angie kissing me on the tip of my nose woke me, I was confused and disorientated until I remembered my situation. Then the blush of red overtook me as I saw all of the people gathered around my crib. Somehow the contacts that made my life blurry had been removed and all was now in focus. I had the doll in my arms and was holding it tight to my body. I realized I had a pacifier in my mouth again and was furiously sucking on it, trying to ease my stress somehow.

I was kissed, hugged and cuddled by a lot of the female employees as the dance wound down. Now maybe I will get out of these clothes and diaper and be allowed to be normal again. A few of the males appeared at the side of the crib and I was lifted and placed back in the baby carriage. Marissa pushed me outside and I was placed in Angie’s car. I just sighed heavily my apparent ordeal is not to be over for some time. Angie was there to fasten my seat belt and she drove us home. Now I was getting worried, still no mention of me getting out of the dress and diapers, my soaking wet diapers.

I was dragged into the house, and taken to our bedroom. I was laid on the bed, as she gathered the things necessary to change my diaper. I tried to protest but Angie reminded me that sissy’s who do not cooperate get put to bed wet and are not given any nourishment. I was about to protest, this has went on too long, but the nipple of a baby bottle shoved in my mouth stopped all protests. So being the submissive sissy I have apparently become I just sucked on the bottle. It wasn’t ten minutes later when my eyes closed and I was out for the count. I think Angie had managed to get my diaper changed but that was just a thought, not sure at all if it was actually accomplished. I am sure there was something in the milk bottle to help me sleep, since it wasn’t but a few minutes after I started on the bottle that I slipped off into dreamland.

I awoke later to being kissed, a wet sloppy kiss on my nose then she moved to my eyes and ears. I remembered back to my childhood, seeing my younger sisters treated this way often. My clothes were changed, still a dress to wear this one with lots of slips underneath keeping the skirt flared out. I did get my diaper changed again, it felt so good to get that cold wet diaper off and be cleaned and re-powdered. I was taken to the kitchen and helped up into a new chair that I had not seen before. It looked a lot like a high chair but there was no tray in front. The tray appeared and as she pushed it into the track for it I heard a click and found my arms and hands trapped underneath the tray. She sat facing me in a regular chair we used at the table and stuck a pacifier in my mouth. I started to spit it out, but her finger waving in front of me stopped that action.

She started her explanation, asking me to listen to all of it before I make any comments. “When this all started it seemed comical, to see you as a form of a sissy, bedecked in your cute dresses and panties. The more it was talked about almost everyone expressed the desire to see you this way. I don’t think they were trying to be mean, just that they could see you being a sissy and enjoying it. Something in your actions and behavior seemed to fit the costume. Of course it morphed, things added to the costume and more and more employees wanting to get in the act or help out. The guys in the warehouse built your baby carriage, your playpen and of course the high chair you are now confined too. They were so proud of their work, you will not believe the amount of pictures taken of you in those bits of their handiwork.”

“Well some of the pictures made it to the internet on our companies internet page. You are undoubtedly an overnight sensation since you have more requests for friends than the company has amassed in five years on the net. While you were occupied in your crib the executives have promoted you to spokesperson for the whole company. So your sissy costume is now your official dress for the time at your job. They want to do several more photo shoots, intending to sell autograph copies of your new look. The requests for pictures already in the thousands. From our customers we have received orders for your costume far in excess of our total production for the last three years. I was appointed to give you the good news since they are trying to find additional space to handle the orders now on hand. There will be only one costume made for next year, although numerous styles of dresses will be handled so each costume will be somewhat distinctive.”

“At work your job is to be a sissy, a cute feminine sissy always dressed to the hilt, kept in your play pen except when you are getting your diaper changed. Frequent naps so you are not grouchy, and fed numerous bottles of milk so that you will be needed to be changed often. Marissa will assume your duties since such a young sissy will not be able to handle the job.”

“There is a long list of female volunteers that want to change your diaper or feed you a bottle, even more that want to help you during lunch eating your jars of baby food. Twice a week technicians from the salon will visit, so that your hair is always perfectly curled. They will also see that your fingernails and toenails will be kept polished, and your lipstick kept refreshed.”

“Of course, the guys will help me get you home in the evening so that I can see to your care and feeding. You will have a crib for you to sleep in at night, so that you will not fall out of bed and hurt yourself. They will also furnish a play pen for you at home along with a high chair so you can be fed properly.”

“Now for our relationship at the present. I love my sissy, I have been drooling all during the dance waiting patiently for a chance to get you alone and show you how much I like you this way, no love you this way. So unless you are dead set against it, I will pack up your male things in the morning and you and I will go shopping for your new wardrobe. Marissa has offered to help, she also loves her new sissy boss and wants to show her appreciation for all you have done for her and now the company. So give me the word, and I will have you naked and seen to in a few seconds. No let me rephrase that. This is your life now with me, little girl dresses, diapers and baby food. John is no longer, Joni now your life, a life with me as my sissy. Consider this my Halloween gift for you.”

I took in a huge breath, muttered a whimper and then was attacked. I have no idea why I had agreed to be her sissy, the words just came out of nowhere. I don’t remember everything that happened after that, but I loved it all. Sissy clothes, diapers and baby bottles, all items I seem to want to embrace. A sissy for Halloween, now a babyish sissy for life. Ma Ma.

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