Samantha; No Good Deed Goes Unpunished
Mom and Dad are
off again to Australia; this is their second trip there. Why they are
fascinated with that wilderness, I will never know. Like last time, I
begged to be left behind, a month of traipsing around the outback not
my idea of a vacation. I have ideas that I want to explore during
their absence, some are from several years ago, but never had the
opportunity or funds to do so. Maybe this time I will be able to
partake of them.
I was left to my
own devices, but Aunt Ellen would check in on me periodically to make
sure that all was well. Actually, Ellen is not an actual relative.
Her and my mom were childhood friends who went through all of grade
school and high school together. Since they were so close, they were
seen as sisters, hence the Aunt nickname adopted later in life. I am
eighteen years of age, pretty much responsible and most of my wild
oats already sown at least that is my story to all who will listen.
We live on a farm about forty miles out of town, far enough out to be
private, but close enough to enjoy the benefits of shopping and
movies.
Dad originally a
farmer, has leased the land out now, to a nearby farmer, so no
farm-related chores are involved now. That done shortly after he
officially retired from farming. Believe me, I don’t miss the
chores that I used to have to do. I was fifteen when he officially
retired from farming. A lot of the more strenuous chores were not
done by me due to my age and puny body. But I spent a lifetime, it
seemed, driving a tractor and working the fields. I, for one, am
pleased he retired from it, not my idea of a viable career. The lease
money from the twenty-one hundred acres he used to farm is allowing
my parents to vacation pretty much wherever they want.
Aunt Ellen lives
down the road a few miles with her husband and twin daughters. Where
Mom chose to be a farmer’s wife, Ellen chose to start up her own
business. Now that her daughters are through with high school, they
are both joining her in her business. Ellen was one of the first to
purchase a franchise for Turnabout Gurl, a chain of beauty shops that
cater to males that want to be females. I know, a very different type
of business these days.
Aunt Ellen took a
good sized portion of the regular beauty shop business in town for
females since their skill at changing a male to a female is quite
remarkable. If they can make a male look like a female, imagine what
they can do for a regular female. That statement alone has persuaded
a lot of female customers to sample their services, and once sampled
they are steady customers from then on. I have been in the salon a
time or two, mostly to deliver a message, or pick up something. The
degree of business is awesome by any standards no matter what time it
is, the salon is always full.
Now with four
weeks to have a blast, I wondered what I should do first. I had my
list of never experienced things that I wanted to indulge in, but
that could wait until the next week. Of course, I had all the latest
computer games and had mastered most of them. I should rephrase that,
I have managed to play them well enough to gain access to the upper
levels consistently. The first night till seven the next morning that
is all I did. I took a shower and then, promptly fell asleep after
stuffing my face with everything that is not good for me, namely
chips, dips and pizza.
I woke around
five that afternoon, when Jamie, one of Ellen’s daughters came
knocking on the door. Both of the twins are gorgeous, but of the two
Jamie is the more outgoing. I invited her in, offered her a coke, and
we went into the family room. I could tell she was extremely nervous,
not something that I see in her often. The conversation wandered
around for a while; I was reluctant to ask outright what she wanted,
and she is apparently too scared to ask.
Twenty minutes
had passed; I decided to make the first gesture. I told her, “Just
tell me what you want; it can’t be that bad, and I promise to
consider what you might require of me.” I carefully worded that
because of an incident a few years ago, when I agreed to do something
before I found out what that something was. Never again, the
embarrassment from last time making quite a lasting impression on me.
She told me, “I
have to pass my cosmetology final to get my license.” That is not
what she is worried about; her grades have been excellent and her
work always the top of the class. She continued explaining, “The
requirement is to bring a fellow student or a friend to the licensing
exam to do the work on. Janice has already got a fellow student to be
her partner, but after checking around, no one is volunteering to
help me, even Janice is scared of what may happen.”
To help make her
case, she said, “In the past, sometimes the examiner makes life
difficult for the student, asking for multiple services to test their
skills. Well, word has made it to the examiner that I am the top
student in my class. In the past, a top student has been picked on
with very demanding services and procedures, kind of like you are not
as good as you think.” She looked at the floor trying to get
enough nerve to come to why she is here. “The leak of my position
in class was delivered by the examiner’s daughter but from a
previous marriage. That daughter is a fellow classmate, who, I think,
is quite good, but has always resented my status and skills in class.
Everybody including my instructor expects the worse to be asked of
me; this examiner having a record of going overboard repeatedly. I
have no fear of doing the work; I just need someone to work on for
the exam.”
We sat down on
the sofa. I looked at her and felt sorry she was put in this
position. She said, “Ellen suggested you, I really would like your
help, but I am scared of what he will ask me to do to you. I have
even offered to pay a couple of my so-called friends, but everybody
is scared of what may happen. I know it is not fair to ask you, but I
have no one else to turn to. If I try to go around the local
examiner, no telling what I may end up with, plus it takes weeks to
get an appointment with another examiner in the next district,” she
told me while fidgeting and pulling on her skirt. She was really
shaking and almost in tears.
I asked, “When
is the exam scheduled?” She looked anxiously at me and replied,
“The exam is set for eight A.M. the day after tomorrow, providing I
can find someone to do the work on.” I asked her what things I
might end up with if the worse happens. She listed dyed hair, the
color the examiner picks, a permanent, a wet set, sculptured nails, a
waxed body, full makeup, hair extensions, just to name a few. “Mom
has offered to undo any of the treatments, ones that can be undone,
for free, if you will help me.”
“Jamie, if the
treatments are undone, will I still have a few traces of them
showing?” I asked. Jamie swallows hard, “Yes there will still be
traces of some of the treatments.”
If I will
consider helping her, she will pay me, almost anything I ask. She
needs her license; there is a cosmetologist competition in one week,
and she would like to enter it. The grand prize is two thousand
dollars and a year’s worth of beauty products; but mostly she wants
the bragging rights of winning the first prize. “A cosmetologist
who is highly regarded can get more money for her services,” she
stated.
There was an
eerie silence as I thought about all the things that could go wrong,
mainly to me. I wanted to help Jamie; she has helped me in the past,
a big favor in high school, but mostly just being a good friend to
me. Janice, her sister, and I were also close, but I felt more
relaxed around Jamie, a real down to earth girl that would do
anything for me. I asked her, “Jamie, could I think about it for an
hour or two; maybe you would like to go to dinner with me? Would you
like to do that?” as I contemplated my response.
She let out a big
sigh. “At least, you haven’t said no yet.” She gladly accepted,
and we went into town to the local diner. They served a wide variety
of food, but their handmade pizzas and calzones could not be beaten.
Jamie ordered a calzone with sausage and pepperoni while I got a
small pizza with everything on it. The pizza was so loaded with
toppings that you couldn’t see the crust.
The meal is
excellent, and we talked for quite some time about anything and
everything. She told me of some of her Mother’s clients, now coming
from as far away as three hundred miles. According to Jamie, they
were fun to be with and appreciated the things done to them. Ellen
got a five hundred dollar tip from one when she did all the
preparations for her wedding. The couple a male and a female had
arranged for a double bride ceremony, the look of the male bride
after Ellen’s services brought tears to the new bride’s eyes,
requiring Ellen to redo the eye makeup. Oh wow, I thought to myself!
Wouldn’t want to end up looking like a bride.
I could tell
Jamie couldn’t wait to get involved in the salon, her excitement
and enthusiasm bubbling over as she spoke. I had decided shortly
after we got to the diner, but I was so fascinated by her stories
that withheld my decision till we got back to the farm.
As we entered the
family room of my home, with two fresh diet drinks in hand, she
turned to me and asked, “Have you decided yet?” I tried to look
pathetic and depressed as I responded. “If you can’t find any
other person, I will be your model.” I got hugged so hard, that
both of our drinks got spilled, mainly on me. She apologized,
grabbing a towel from the kitchen to wipe up as much as she could
manage. She set the remainder of her drink down and grabbed my head
to kiss me. It was a full on lip kiss that left me breathless. I am
thanked again, hugged again, and more kisses followed, but this time
on the cheek.
“I presume from
your actions that I have pleased you; I just hope that I don’t
regret the gesture after your license exam.” What she had told me
about the examiner, left no doubt that he is clearly overstepping his
authority. In an exam, to determine one's skill, all applicants
needed to be judged equally, all given the same questions or
procedures to be done. He has clearly allowed his authority to
influence his actions and needs to be taken down a notch or two. I
have an idea; maybe I can do that while I am helping Jamie.
Jamie left,
clearly happier than when she arrived, telling me she would see me
early the day after tomorrow. I needed to be ready at seven A.M., and
she will drive me down to the licensing board. As she made her way to
her car, I noticed a definite spring in her step, one of her greatest
problems handled.
I was never one
to try and correct all evil, but this jerk pushed all of my buttons.
I went over all my ideas many times, trying to find the right one
that would put an end to this bozo. I narrowed it down to a couple
that should do the trick. I am sure Aunt Ellen could help me pick the
right one.
About an hour
later Ellen called me. She thanked me for helping Jamie but wanted to
be sure I realized what I might end up with as a result of my
thoughtfulness. I told her that Jamie had spelled it out completely,
leaving no doubt what I might experience. I confided in her what I
had in mind to change the examiners attitude. She thought I may be
taking it too far, but applauded me for the effort and thought. She
told me to come to the salon tomorrow at closing, and she would
provide the disguise required.
I looked through
my father’s photographic equipment picking a mini camcorder that
could be placed in a purse so that it could record all the happenings
at the exam. I found an old purse of Mom’s that would hold it and
rigged the end of the purse to allow the lens to show through. The
design on the purse a bunch of circles embossed on the leather, the
camera lens blending in easily with this background. The videotape
would last for two hours, and I had a backup tape to use if needed.
I planned to
dress semi asexual, just enough femininity to allow me to carry a
purse and give the examiner the idea that I might be gay. I hoped
that would let him relax and do his worst, giving me the ammunition
to use against him. I had called the state Board of Cosmetology
asking a few questions, but not divulging any names or locations. The
person I talked to was upset, to say the least at the alleged actions
and promised immediate action to handle the situation. I suggested a
phone call to her after the exam, to tell her of my findings and she
concurred.
I had to peel off
my clothes, the dried soda pop already very sticky. I got them in the
washing machine, then made my way to bed. I slept well that night
even though I was a little apprehensive about the upcoming adventure.
I awoke fresh and invigorated, deciding to try my luck at a few of my
games. It turns out I had better luck sleeping. Lunch was more
snacks; then I reluctantly decided to clean up a little of my mess
before leaving the kitchen. The basic premise being if I waited until
my parents are scheduled to get back, it might take days before I
could return the house to an acceptable level. I knew one of Mom’s
first actions would be to walk through the house to see if I had been
good.
The afternoon
passed slowly, my mind wondering if I was overstepping some by going
after this scum ball. Jamie deserved better than to be subjected to a
different set of rules just because she is at the top of her class. I
prepared myself for the worst case scenario if all of what Jamie
mentioned is done to me. I had, at least, four weeks for the effects
to wear off a little before I would have to reinsert myself into
society. Well, society would not be the problem, my parents would be,
that is for sure.
At four-thirty, I
went down to Ellen’s salon. I had to wait as she finished her last
customer; I looked at some of their hair styling magazines trying to
picture what I would look like if one of those styles were thrust
upon me. When Ellen finished with that customer, she called me back
to her station.
She noticed that
I am carrying the purse and chuckled at me. I smiled, then asked,
“Could you give me a cute curly hairstyle for my date tonight?”
She broke up laughing but asked me again, “What are you planning
for tomorrow?” I told her that I wanted to have the examiner
relaxed around me, see that I am not a threat so that he will pull
out all the stops to keep Jamie from passing. “I know what I am
letting myself in for, but this type of arrogance and abuse of power
is something that needs to be stopped!” I stated.
She suggested
that she thin my eyebrows a little, give me some lip gloss, and
mascara to wear tomorrow morning, and a blouse to wear over my jeans.
Maybe some gel in my hair, then brushing it to get if fluffier less
flat looking. She told me she had Jamie bring in the blouse after our
earlier conversation, a feminine blouse that should add just enough
to the illusion to make it believable.
It didn’t take
long for Ellen to thin my eyebrows, in fact; I am amazed that there
is anything left of my eyebrows after her thinning. It did change my
facial appearance, from male to slightly female, just by that one
small change in my appearance. The hair is the biggest difference,
fluffing it made it appear softer, with some small curls appearing
mysteriously.
She told me to be
sure and tell Jamie about your idea; she likes you so much, she might
balk at the instructions if she thinks it will harm you. I told her I
would on the way to the exam. I was given the blouse, mascara, and
lip gloss, and I headed home. I stopped to get some tacos, a favorite
of mine that I don’t get to indulge in often. I ended up dragging
my butt into my bedroom a little after ten that night. I did receive
more than a few glances while I was in the drive-thru for the tacos,
no gender-related pronouns were used, though. I had spent the rest of
the time just driving around town, trying to make sure my mind is
ready for what might happen tomorrow. I had stopped at one of the
parks in the area, watched the sun set and munched on the remainder
of my tacos.
I set the alarm
for six and was up and showered, dressed and in the kitchen grabbing
a pop tart when Jamie knocked on the door. When she saw me, she broke
out giggling. She smiled and said to me, “It is going to be bad
enough after the exam, and here you go and start it before we even
get there.” I grabbed her hand, and we headed to her car. I told
her the idea, and insisted that she do everything he insists with no
reservations. For this to work, he has to overstep his authority and
ask for things that are overboard and ridiculous. I made her promise
that she will do exactly as he says no matter what it is. To smile
and be enthusiastic and bubbly about everything, no matter what her
true feelings are. I received a reluctant head nod apparently that is
the best I am getting out of her, she is very unsure about this and
looked worried.
When we got to
the board office, I reminded her again and made her promise and pinky
swear. We entered the office, and his secretary told us to go in, he
is expecting us. The rear of his office has a mock-up of a beauty
salon, where the test is to be conducted. He told her to look around
and see where everything is, and when ready you can start. During
that speech he was appraising my looks and what he would ask her to
do to me. The grin and smile that is etched on his face did not speak
well of what is in store for me. ‘Oh crap!’ I thought to myself.
I noticed that
Jamie had used disinfectant on all the combs and brushes then dried
them before she said she is ready. He asked her to start by thinning
my eyebrows to a thin pencil line arched high above my eyes. He had
used a marker to indicate the high point of the arch. Jamie looked at
me fearfully but grabbed a tweezer after disinfecting them. She added
some wax to a pot to warm up, but not in time to do this procedure.
The little stings
as she thinned my eyebrows more, not bothering me, but the image I
saw in the mirror would be quite a while before masculine could be
used in reference to it. Jamie is pretty fast, shaping the eyebrows
as she went. It turned out to be pencil thin, maybe two or three
hairs wide at the widest part.
The examiner had
been watching and seemed pleased at her efforts, although no verbal
responses are uttered. It is obvious the marks he had made were to
guarantee that the remaining eyebrow would be feminine. The mark he
had placed is high above my eyebrow and more to the right of my
natural high point.
The next task for
Jamie is to pierce my ears, actually three piercing in each ear. Two
in the lobe of the ear and one in the upper cartridge. Jamie
hesitated on this one, but my smile implied that she should go on.
She marked the spots and then chose the starter earrings to be put
into the gun. She carefully disinfected the entire ear, donned
plastic gloves so there could be no contamination and pierced all six
spots. Two minutes later I am glancing at my new earrings, what Jamie
picked out for me looked quite attractive.
When we had come
in, I had set my purse on the counter in front of the mirror, aimed
at me and where the examiner is seated. Jamie would be in and out of
the picture as she worked, but his instructions would be picked up by
the camera. After the piercings, she gave me a glance, I could tell
that this is bothering her, but to cheer her up I told her that I
just loved my new earrings. It was a way over the top voice that I
used, so she started giggling and relaxed a little more.
The next
procedure that he requested to be done to me was to dye my hair. I
figured that was going to be one of the procedures, but was not
prepared for him asking it to be a platinum blonde. I noticed Jamie
swallow hard, but I reached over to squeeze her hand as she laid the
chair back so she could apply the chemicals. I got a small smile in
return, but also, her mouthing sorry as she started work on my hair.
I had always
associated the lightest of the blondes with females that were less
than intelligent; I am sure that is not true with all females, just
my twisted take on the color. It took Jamie quite a while to get the
hair that light, having to apply the bleach twice to get it that
light. When she was finished, and the examiner smiled in return to
her work she asked if she could add a tint to the hair, the flat
platinum blonde hair color not right for my complexion.
She showed the
examiner the tint she wanted to use, and he readily agreed. As she is
applying it to my hair, she whispered to me, that I needed to trust
her on this. I smiled in return, knowing how difficult this is for
her. The color turned out to be a pale strawberry color, but it did
look much better than the flat color before the tint.
So far an hour
and a half had passed, the image in the mirror feminine but, at
least, Jamie had excelled in her procedures, doing everything
strictly by the book. Every once in a while, I noticed the secretary
come to the door of the salon and look to see what she had done and
how it was accomplished. When the examiner had taken the time to go
to the bathroom, she told Jamie that her work is excellent and
without fault. Jamie glowed when that compliment was expressed.
The next
procedure he asked performed was to give me a cut and wet set. He
handed her a picture of the style he wanted. I glanced at the picture
and turned beet red. There could not be many hairstyles that could be
any more feminine that the one he picked. Short in the back, long
dangling curls at my ears and the rest piled on my head in a curly up
do. I could see Jamie getting upset; this hairstyle would not be easy
to hide or undo since there is not much hair to deal with at the back
of my neck. I had always worn my hair shoulder length, in fact since
my freshman year of high school.
I tried to be
brave, but a tear did escape at me losing all that length. I did
remember Ellen telling me that I could get extensions added if he
required me to get it cut, but I knew that would not be possible when
the hair is too short as it would soon be on the back of my neck. I
just hope this works, I need for this guy to suffer, and nothing is
too bad for him. I shed several more tears as big hunks of my locks
hit the floor.
The cut did look
good on me, but so different than I am used to seeing. Then Jamie
started setting the longer hair on top of my head in curlers. The
back is just taped into place tapering radically from the rear top of
my head down to nothing at my neck level. I got to sit under a dryer
for thirty minutes as my hair is drying. I was angry, not so much for
what he had her do to me, but the egotistical attitude he put forth.
He is determined to find something to refuse her a license. Jamie
talked to the secretary for a while; then she started preparing
something on the counter.
The examiner took
another bathroom break, and I eased out from under the dryer and
changed the tape in the camera. Too quickly the examiner returned,
but I had already changed the tape and just returned to the dryer
when he reappeared. I had a feeling that she had already done more
than most applicants, the creep just trying to find something so he
could deny her license.
When I saw Jamie
preparing a table over to the side of the room, I figured my next
adventure would result in losing all my body hair. While I was not
one of the hairy males, what I had I was proud of. Once my hair was
dry, she led me over to the table and helped me remove all my
clothes. The examiner ogled my body for quite some time before he
found some paperwork to work on while Jamie got ready. Jamie made
quick work of my body hair, leaving only a heart shape patch directly
above my male equipment. She whispered to me that she had a cute pink
ribbon at home that would look delicious on my weeny. We both broke
out in giggles, getting some attention from the creep and his
secretary. Since no other requests came from the examiner, Jamie
finished up my hair, pinning the large curls on top of my head and
falling to either side of my head. A few curls brushed to the front
and secured with hairspray completed the style.
He walked over to
Jamie and me looking at the work and then surprised us both by asking
her to pierce my nipples. I almost lost it but did barely manage to
keep my mouth shut. After the shock had faded away a little, Jamie
retrieved a needle, sterilized it and then pierced my nipple. The
examiner handed her large hoops to insert in the piercings, and she
slipped them into the new hole. As she pierced the other nipple and
inserted the hoop, a group of people entered the office.
The examiner
turned very pale and retreated to his desk. He told the secretary to
issue Jamie her license, then pretended to do things at his desk.
Once the license had been issued, and we retreated to the outer
office, a woman with the group approached us and wanted to talk with
us for a minute. “I am with the state Cosmetology Board and we are
here investigating some irregularities that were brought to their
attention.” I smiled and told her I was the one that had called the
office yesterday.
She asked us to
tell our version from the start, but I suggested that viewing the
tape that I made might be more informative. She was surprised to find
that we had made a tape of the exam but thrilled also. She got the
attention of one of her colleagues, and they played the tape on the
VCR they had in the office. We set in the outer office as they
briefly scanned the tape, then concurred with each other as what to
do. The examiner was sent home, pending criminal investigations into
his behavior.
I watched the
secretary smile as he left the office, and then she told the group
that she could substantiate any allegations if needed, her boss had
been doing this for far too long. The only reason she didn’t bring
it up is that he threatened to fire her if she talked. The lady
returned to us asking me if any of what was done to me is something
that I desired. “No, I was just putting up with the crap so Jamie
could get her license and I could get the man fired.”
She got our
addresses and told us she would see us tomorrow. She did ask that I
leave the results until after her meeting with us tomorrow. I told
her no problem. Jamie and I left the office, and as we were walking
to her car, I got attacked by Jamie. She is so grateful for all my
help and so sorry that I had to put up with all the procedures. Every
time I put my hand up to the back of my neck, the reality that I now
had such short hair there made another tear appear. I got a kiss and
hug from Jamie every time I repeated the action.
She cocked her
head a little, telling me that I look quite pretty as a female, maybe
I should remain one for a while. My response left her mouth gasping
for air. “I told her I thought that I might convert to the dark
side since I am obviously one of the prettier females in the area.”
Then I asked,
“Could you set me up on a blind date, any hunk will do?” The hit
I received on my arm, more likely from an athlete than a young
hairdresser. Ouch.
When we got home,
I went up to my room and started removing my clothes. The nipple
rings the first thing that made for a problem. The left ring got
caught on the blouse, with it half off and my hands caught in the
sleeves, I couldn’t get the ring free. I had to call for Jamie to
come and help. When she entered the bedroom, she broke into laughter.
In between fits of giggling, she asked me what I wanted to be done. I
was in the process of counting to a hundred to control my temper when
she grabbed a hold of the other ring and twisted it slightly. My
knees gave out, and I crumpled to the bed.
“Wow that is
intense.” She fussed with the stuck ring and finally separated it
from the blouse. Even though I could now get my blouse off, I just
laid there. The feelings from the first nipple had not worn off yet,
and her ministrations with the other ring had set off small bursts of
tingling and goose pimples through both breasts. According to Jamie
both of my nipples were rock hard. Well, yeah after what she did to
me.
I eventually got
the blouse off, and Jamie found me a shirt to wear that buttoned up
the front. Jamie told me that she had called her Mom, and she would
be by shortly after she finished her last customer. She suggested
that we order some takeout for all three of us, and then my condition
could be discussed and some plan for what to do next. It sounded
good, now that the examiner had been punished, all of the procedures
done to me, came back to haunt me. When I had a cause, I was able to
displace a few of those thoughts, but now, one look in the mirror
revealed how badly I had screwed myself.
The delivery guy
arrived shortly before Aunt Ellen, and thankfully I didn’t have to
answer the door. When Ellen got there, she appraised my looks and
gave me a tremendous hug. Nothing was said, but I could tell she is
shocked at the degree of my transformation. We ate in silence, and
then Ellen suggested that we go to my bedroom so she could see the
rest of what the clothes are hiding. Before she followed me upstairs,
she sent Jamie on an errand, but I had an idea of what Jamie was
going to bring back.
I stripped to
bare skin, surprisingly not embarrassed to being naked in front of
Ellen. “Well, he certainly had fun with you today” as she shook
her head.
I told her, “At
least, Jamie got her license, and that makes this all worthwhile.”
She worked her fingers through my hair, examined me closely for any
signs of masculinity that might be hiding. The nipple rings were
looked at closely, at least, she didn’t twist them to see my
reaction. Her large sigh pretty much confirmed what I thought; Sam
was gone for a while. Jamie returned with two bags of clothes,
exactly what I figured she was sent to get.
I suggested we
get this over with. “Give me the panties and let’s get started.”
Jamie giggle hugged me, and I slid the panties up my legs. Jamie
couldn’t have found a more feminine pair; light pink edged with
lace they looked good and felt better. Jamie helped with the bra,
especially around the rings that were attached to my nipples.
Then a camisole
to cover up the top of my torso, again loaded with lace. I hoped she
had brought back a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, but the dress that
she pulled out next fit neither of those descriptions. It fit way too
good, hugging my limited curves, but leaving the illusion of a female
in the mirror. She slid my feet into a pair of three inch heels, then
took a hand and helped me make my way across the bedroom. On the
return trip, I was steady enough to handle it myself, much to Jamie’s
and Ellen’s surprise.
Ellen suggested
we leave everything alone till after the cosmetology board
representative came by tomorrow. Dressing in female clothes might be
better since my appearance is so over the top feminine anyway. We
adjourned to the living room and talked for several hours about the
best way to handle things. After studying my image carefully before
Ellen got there, I doubted a masculine appearance could be achieved
any time in the near future.
Unfortunately,
for me, Ellen agreed, suggesting living as a female for the next few
weeks might be the best option. Jamie felt bad about what happened to
me, several times I caught tears streaming down her face. I told her
that the one good thing to come out of this was her getting her
license. Now I can get my hair and nails done free since I have a
cosmetologist friend at the salon. She giggled, but the tears are
still there, and the hug I received is genuine and heartfelt.
We talked into
the night, finally giving up around midnight. Jamie asked if she
could stay with me tonight, and before Ellen could protest I
insisted, telling them both I didn’t want to be left alone. Ellen
gave in but wanted both of our words that we would be good. I asked
her when I have ever been a bad boy. She just smiled, number one you
don’t look like a boy and number two Jamie is the one you have to
be careful of. As that last word was escaping her mouth, she took off
running for the door with Jamie hot on her tail.
That is something
I have always envied in the twins relationship with their mother. It
is a friendly banter that accompanies any task or discussion that
transpires. Their love and respect for each other clearly shows
through all of their actions.
Jamie had bought
a couple of sleep shirts for us to wear, both of us slipping into
them, then making our way to my bed. My makeup is removed with a
couple of wipes, then some moisturizer for my skin added. We cuddled
together in the bed, her behind me holding me tight. I had both of my
hands on hers as she played with my nipple rings, just light tugs or
twisting to make me aware of their presence. Surprisingly, the
feelings are pleasant and comforting. Next, I knew it is morning, and
a single beam of light had found the one opening in my window blind
and made its way directly into my semi-closed eyelid. I had to wake
Jamie to get her to release me so that I could go to the bathroom. As
our feet and arms were untangled, I had to hurry to make it without
dribbling all across the floor.
The image in the
mirror as I passed it on my way to the toilet almost made me stop. It
is not my usual masculine image but a gorgeous female that is
reflected in the mirror. I was able to accomplish my goal, and then
after staring at the bathroom mirror for a while, I made my way to
the kitchen. For some reason, I decided to have some fruit today,
only because Mom had bought it before they had flown from the
country. It was good, probably only the second time in my life that I
had willingly had eaten any fruit.
Jamie dragged in
next, begging for coffee. I made her a cup of instant while I had the
coffee pot churning out a decanter full for later. Normal breakfast
conversation for a while, then Jamie suggested we get ready for our
visitors today. I am allowed a pair of jeans and a blouse over the
bra and panties. Jamie added a little blusher, and then some lip
gloss, and I presumed I was ready for all.
We didn’t have
to wait long; the cosmetology representative arrived a few minutes
after ten. She showed us her credentials and asked if she could tape
our conversation. She asked me to retell yesterday’s proceedings,
in as much detail as possible. She asked Jamie to fill in any
information that is pertinent. I went through the day as I remembered
it, with Jamie only adding a few thoughts and details. When I was
finished, she told us the reaction of the board so far. The examiner
has been fired, with details of his actions forwarded to the local
D.A. for possible criminal charges to be filed.
The attorneys for
the board think he will plead guilty for a deal, a deal that they
have specific conditions submitted for him to accept. The secretary
filled in a lot of info about the abuses; she had kept detailed
records of the abuses, and that is now all evidence for the possible
trial. She had me state that the video evidence that I furnished was
of my own doing and that I had surrendered the tapes as evidence.
Then she remained
quiet for a minute, apparently trying to figure how she could
approach the subject. I tried to help, “My only objective other
than getting evidence against the examiner was to help Jamie get her
license. With that objective accomplished, I don’t want
compensation or favors from the board. I was aware of what might
happen when I entered the examiner’s office, so I willingly
subjected myself to possible unfavorable procedures being done to
me.”
She applauded my
actions and bravery, but the board feels different about the abuse
dealt to you. The first thing is that they are going to upgrade
Jamie’s license to instructor. Watching the tapes yesterday proved
to everyone her skill, and her commitment to the standards associated
with that level of license.
“Now for you,
the board has authorized me to issue a check to you for twenty
thousand dollars. In return, we want nothing more than a signed
statement that you will not sue the board for damages in the future.
Now, to the interesting part, are you planning to live the near
future as a female or a male?” I responded, “As a female since
the consensus of my friends, think that will be the least trouble for
me.” She smiled and agreed, stating that, “Everyone thought that
after your treatments the video showed only the image of a female.”
She asked if
Ellen is relative, I told her no, just a good friend, with two
darling daughters. She said the board has contacted her this morning,
arranging to pay for any treatments, makeup, and clothes that I
desire for the upcoming year. There is no limit on the services or
products. Jamie is bouncing around the room, apparently that fact is
something she is ready to embrace unequivocally.
She asked if I
had any more questions, I nodded no and then she got out the
agreements for me to sign. She is thankful that I chose not to sue
the state, the examiner had put them in a difficult position, one
possibly costing them millions. They still had to settle with all of
the other abused people before they could relax. I signed and thanked
her for handling the problem.
She left soon
after that, and Jamie and I went down to Ellen’s salon. It is
approaching lunch time, so we waited for Ellen to finish her present
customer, then decided to go to lunch together. Right before we left
Janice made an appearance. She walked up to me, carefully inspecting
my appearance and demeanor. She lifted her arms and gave me a big hug
squeezing the daylights out of me. As we hugged, she told me that
Samantha might be a better name to use when I looked this sexy and
pretty. Then, “Welcome to the sisterhood” flowed out of her
mouth.
Lunch was
anything but normal as the girls made suggestion after suggestion on
what I should do. I had given up on returning to my male self for a
while, the damage done to me making that almost impossible. Living as
a girl is not high on my priority list, but circumstances as they
are, that seemed my only choice. I had planned to hibernate in the
house in the upcoming weeks, making as few appearances as possible in
the real world, maybe remove a few things from my to do list in the
interim.
Well, that didn’t
fly with the group! Ellen suggested that I become a student at her
shop in the work-study program she ran. Before I could nix the idea,
Jamie had me smothered in a big hug, telling me what fun we could
have doing nails and hair. Ellen had her instructor’s license and
took in one or two wannabe stylists every year. They worked in the
shop doing anything and everything while learning the basics. They
had to study the textbook on their own time, but as they learned they
were able to work on customers offering services at reduced rates.
They were closely supervised, so no purple hair or balding customers
were a possibility.
I reluctantly
agreed, not my ideal way to spend my vacation, but probably better
than staying cooped up in the house. Ellen had talked to my folks
making them aware of what had happened, Dad laughing his head off at
my situation, but Mom the more caring one asking how I am doing. When
they called me shortly after lunch I told Mom I was okay; I didn’t
regret my efforts even though I am paying for them now. She asked
that I don’t change anything or reverse any of the procedure until
she gets back. She wanted to see her daughter in person before I
change my mind.
I am not sure
about how long I will stay this way, several of the procedures a real
trip into femininity. Then in the next few days as I was choosing a
wardrobe, and experiencing womanhood from a different perspective
Jamie asked me if I wanted to go the extra mile. She thought that I
should stick the other foot in the water, to really find out what it
is like to be a female, other than in looks. What she is suggesting
is for me to live as a girl. Go to movies, date, shop, and otherwise
live the life of a female.
She feels that
once I see what it is like, I won’t go back. I doubted that, too
many years as a male to just shuck it for the opposite sex. She gave
me that evil ‘I know better than you look’ so I just had to
respond. I told her that what I did for her I didn’t regret, but I
am a male, and I don’t want to spend the rest of my life as a
female. She suggested, “How about the remainder of the time until
your parents come back to be spent as a woman 24/7? After that, if I
still want to revert back to the weaker sex, she will help and be my
steady girlfriend for as long as I desire.” Now that statement got
my attention.
That is something
I have dreamed about for years, so I quickly agreed. The thought of
Jamie and I being boyfriend girlfriend has long been a desire of
mine. I was just never able to approach that subject with her. When a
male can see one of his fantasies possibly coming to life all
rational thought disappears and stupid things often get done. Later I
would look back on this moment wondering if I had any I.Q. at this
point in time. Maybe platinum blonde hair does come with a
requirement of less than normal IQ. Could the dye used suck out any
intelligence I had, leaving me less than smart.
It is decided the
breasts of some kind are essential in my portrayal of the female sex,
so that is to be corrected the next day. Since Ellen’s shop was
part of Turnabout Gurl chain adding breasts would be no problem. I
wish I had paid a little more attention when my options had been
explained to me, the one I chose not the best for reversing at a
later date. Ellen had a wedding to do preparing the bride and
bridesmaids at the church where the wedding is being held at. Janice
accompanied her since there are eleven females in the wedding party.
That left me with
Jamie to do the breast additions. Like I said, I should have listened
closer to what I was being told. When the machine was brought in, I
should have stopped it altogether, right then. The wayward, soon to
be a female girl, had cups attached to my chest, the pump attached to
the cups by hoses pulling the extra flesh into the cups.
It was described
to me later that a rigid breast like shape had been glued to my
chest, right where a female’s breast would normally reside. Then
fat injected into the breast like cups and hoses from the machine
hooked to each cup. With the machine turned on, a slow vibrating
suction started and my tissue was pulled into the cups. Five hours
later the machine turned off and the hoses were detached.
I had stayed up
late last night trying to think things through and was extra tired.
The pulsating of the pump soon had me dozing off, and only the sound
of the pump turning off brought me back to the here and now. I looked
at the cups; they were jam packed full, with my breasts.
I couldn’t just
refer to them as extra tissue since they closely resembled a female’s
mammaries right down to the nipples. The nipples were a little
smaller but protruded just as much as a females. That statement more
from what I had been told, not an actual observation of a female’s
nipples. Jamie is ecstatic at the results, going through bras to find
just the right one for me. The cups that held the breast tissue was a
new innovation of the salon; they stayed on until they dissolved a
couple of days later leaving two perfectly formed breasts.
As the hoses were
detached from the cups, Ellen and Janice returned to the shop. Ellen
took one look and hauled Jamie by the ear to her office. I heard some
loud shouting; then Ellen came to get me. She dragged me back to her
office and set me in a chair in front of Jamie. She stared at Jamie
telling her to get on with it.
“I got carried
away with your transformation; I hope you can forgive me eventually.
The treatment I performed on you gives you realistic breasts for the
foreseeable future. I was way out of line in doing this to you. I
knew you didn’t understand the severity of the treatment, but I
went ahead anyway. I love the Samantha persona so much; I hoped if
you were forced to be her for a while you might learn to enjoy it and
not want to return to being a male.” With tears appearing in her
eyes, “Please forgive me, you have done so much for me, and I have
repaid you in the worst way possible. I love you either way, male or
female, but the Samantha image just turns my body to goo. I can’t
think of anything else.”
To say I was
stunned is an understatement.
Ellen sends her
home, then sits down with me. “I know she is out of line, but I
also see a genuine female when I look at you now. I have ever since
you came back from the licensing exam. I am not making excuses for my
daughter; you have the right to hate her and me for not keeping firm
control of her. Please set here for a while and think about what you
want to be done. I will pay for any surgical removal of your breasts,
and I will compensate you any way I can for your mental anguish.”
Aunt Ellen
continued, “She does love you and always has, just her judgment
goes off kilter when she sees you as Samantha. Since that fateful day
she has not talked about anything else but Samantha. Her every word
concerns you, whether you will go back to being a male or not, the
girl is hopeless, hopelessly in love with you, the feminine version.”
Now, my head is
spinning and I’m not sure what any of my thoughts were at that
moment.
“There is pop
in the refrigerator; think about it for a while. Let me know what you
want and I will set the ball in motion to do your bidding. I am truly
sorry for all you have had to put up with, I guess the saying is
true, ‘no good deed goes unpunished’.”
As she left the
office, I let out a big sigh, then leaned back in her chair and
stared off into the distance. Maybe, just maybe the answer to all of
life’s questions are written there for all to see. I guess Mom is
going to be able to see her daughter now, with these boobs I am
firmly in the female category. I wonder what she will say to me and
if I will be accepted by her. Then there is my father, no comment
there, I have no idea what he will say or think about my predicament.
I thought about
what Jamie had done to me, all the wrong things for some of the right
reasons. I could never stay mad at her for long, the crush I have had
for her going back many years. I wished she would have asked first as
major league breasts is a fairly severe shock to the system.
Eventually, Ellen came back in wanting to know if I had decided
anything.
A brush of my arm
over the rigid cups was felt as if my nipple had been touched. She
smiled, you will eventually get used to the heightened sensitivity, a
curse for an established female, much less a new one. She handed me
the bra that Jamie had picked out for me, then gave me instructions
in putting it on. I felt much more comfortable with the bra on, I
also never imagined me saying that to anyone. I gently moved my hands
over the cups of the bra, the warmth of the breast radiating through
the fabric of the cups. Tomorrow we need to re-insert your nipple
rings if you still want them or the holes will close up.
Ellen had sat
down at her desk, waiting for me to put some thoughts together. “I
don’t yet know what I want to do. Jamie, although more gung-ho than
usual, is not the problem here. I can’t seem to make up my mind
about how I feel about all of this. I like my look as a female, I
think I want to live my life as a female, but there is still that
nagging feeling in the back of my mind that all of this is just so
wrong. For me to give up on all my years as a male, just so that I
can live as a female doesn’t make sense. To continue living as a
male also seems like a lesson in futility.”
“I will miss Jamie too much if you keep her from me, I love her, so
I guess that now makes us lesbians. I want her back, but I am going
to be the one to explain what I want from her in return. She hurt me
in a way, not from what she did, but for not asking me first. I have
never denied her anything; I doubt that I would have this time. With
regards to my future, I guess I will live 24/7 as a female at least
until Mom and Dad get back; then I will discuss all of this with them
and decide whether to continue. I just hope both are open to having a
daughter now.”
Ellen started to
smile as I said to her, “I hope you can find it in your heart to
accept me for who I am, it really wasn’t my desire to cause so much
trouble for you. Please don’t be too harsh on Jamie, I will handle
her, and when she asks for you to do my bidding, I want your
assurance that you will comply. Maybe this way she will realize how
she has hurt me, and we can make a fresh start.”
Ellen called me
over, and I sat on her knee at the desk, enveloped in her hug. “Jamie
doesn’t realize how lucky she is to have someone like you on her
side, I hope whatever you have planned will make her aware of that.
If you can confide in me of your intentions, I will be glad to help
my wayward child back into the straight and narrow.”
I told her what I
wanted to have done to her, then what I settled on for her lesson.
While thinking what I might want to do in life, I had read one of
their promo circulars, it touted a breast enhancer that glued on over
a female’s own breasts to enlarge the cup size. Ellen smiled, that
will be perfect. Since Jamie is a smaller more petite female, her
size B cups enlarged to a D cup might show her the errors of her
ways. I wanted to talk to Jamie alone, then if she agreed to give her
a sleeping pill so she would not know what her punishment was until
it is too late to do anything about it. That corresponds directly to
what she did to me.
Ellen suggested
that we add glue over the entire breast, not just at the base of the
forms. That way she is stuck with them until the glue breaks down,
the glue not accessable to use a solvent on until that time. Ellen
made the call, to have Jamie come back to the shop tonight. Ellen
informed her that I wanted to talk to her, so don’t dawdle. Twenty
minutes later a teary-eyed Jamie found me in Ellen’s office.
She stood there
in the door, silent and immobile. I told her to come in and set
herself down in the chair. After she is seated, I told her how hurt I
was at what she had done to me. Not that she did it, but that she
hadn’t taken the time to ask me if I would agree. I told her of
some of the things I had considered having done to her. My first
thought was to give her a male buzz-cut. Then I had another idea, dye
her hair bright pink and give her a tight permanent. From these
ideas, you can see how upset I am at what you did to me.
“I will forgive
you if you submit willingly to what I choose for you. I want you to
take a sleeping pill, to wake up like I did with my choice of your
penance. If you agree, I will say no more about it, and we will go
back to the way we were before this incident. If you don’t agree,
this is the last time I will see you. Now, what is your choice?”
She muttered
something, and I couldn’t make out what she said. I asked her again
to speak up and tell me what you want. “I want us back the way we
were. I know all of this is my fault, and I will accept all of your
punishments. I do love you, and I realize how much I have hurt you.
Please allow me back into your life, I will try and show you that I
can be trusted and that my love for you is unwavering.” I handed
her the sleeping pill; she swallowed it, and I led her to the
treatment room that Ellen is going to use.
She hugged her
Mom, telling her that she will cooperate with anything that I wanted
to be done, even if I wanted all of the items mentioned to her. She
laid back into the chair and about twenty minutes later she is fast
asleep. Ellen had checked the office to make sure we had a clear
recording of her agreement to my wishes. Then she removed the forms
and the glue from a cabinet placing them on the table beside the
chair.
She removed
Jamie’s blouse and unhooked her bra. Her nipples became erect due
to the cool air, ready for a little adventure. Ellen told me that we
could use a remote to turn off feeling to the nipple, another way to
make Jamie suffer a little. She coated her breasts, and the inside of
the forms then handed it to me for me to push them over the existing
breast. The slippery glue allowed the form to slide all the way down
to her chest. While I was pushing the other breast on, Ellen is using
some heavy makeup to hide the seams. Once finished with her additions
her other breast seam is handled and we were done.
Ellen said it
would take the glue about three hours to dry thoroughly, so I parked
myself by her chair and waited. Ellen checked on us often, while she
closed the salon and cleaned up. On one of her trips she brought me a
new bra for Jamie, her old one not fitting anymore. We decided to
wait until she wakes before we put on her bra, naked the breasts look
so much bigger than when clothed.
She did
eventually stir, the sleeping pill wearing off finally. She still is
quite groggy, her first reaction to being awake is to check to see
what has been done to her. Immediately she checks all of the things
that I had mentioned doing to her. A big sigh is escaping her mouth
when she finds all the same as before. She tries talking her voice
still weak and fuzzy; then her arm brushed over her breasts. I helped
her to sit up and then she saw what changes had been made. She stared
at her breasts, a few tears escaping the corner of her eye. She
hugged me, now aware of what I felt like when I woke up. She cried
and kept repeating I am so sorry. She asked if any other things had
changed, I told her, “No. However, when you look in the mirror or
look at your breasts, you will be reminded of what has transpired
both to me and you.”
I told her all is
forgiven; the adhesive will eventually break down until then you are
my big breasted lover. I expect my girl to love me without question
and to take care of me. The kiss and hug that was delivered almost
knocking me off my feet. She planted small kisses all over my face
and ground her body against me not missing many areas of contact. She
looked down at her new nipples; I brought her chin back up to look at
me, no playing with the new equipment until you prove to me that you
love me.
She apologizes
again to me, wanting to know for how long is her punishment for. I
simply point to my breasts and tell her to make a guess. She starts
crying, so sorry for ignoring my feelings and doing what she did to
me. I ask her how she likes her new headlights; it took her a minute
to realize what I am talking about. She asks why no feeling I told
her modern science, now you know how I feel, given breasts and no way
to handle them without changing my whole life around.
“I might have
chosen the same thing, but it would have been my choice and not what
you wanted for me. Now you have larger than normal titties for your
size; you can’t feel them unless I let you and you are stuck in
them until the adhesive breaks down, no telling when that will be.”
Just concentrate on keeping me happy, well provided for, and maybe
just maybe I will let you feel your nipples sometime in the next
year. She permanently attaches herself to my side and hangs on me. I
do forgive her; love can do many things to a person, causing many
unusual responses, including me and my sudden desire to live as a
female for her.
We did not sleep
together that night; I wanted to, but now is not the right time to
let Jamie forget her mistake so soon after the deed had been done.
Maybe a week, for her to think things through if I can last that long
without her in my embrace. Clothes are the order of the day, Ellen
carries a complete line at her shop, actually a separate store next
to the salon. Ellen advises me of a few things that would look good
on me, then just tells me to pick similar items in colors that I
like. I find out for myself, the fact that most women know, you have
to try everything on to find what looks good on you and what fits. A
size ten in one brand a size twelve in another brand, both fitting
the same on my body. Jamie comes in later, to bring Ellen her lunch,
looks longingly at me, but does not say anything. I break down and
ask her to help me pick out some clothes, her mood and smile almost
instantly improving.
We go through
rack after rack of clothes, me trying on anything that looked like it
might be suitable for my new persona. I end up with ten blouses, five
skirts, and nine dresses. I wanted some pants, but my accomplice
begged me not to get any, I relented since the few dresses I tried on
felt so good and looked even better. I found a few panties, several
bras, and a slip, garter belt and stockings that would go with most
of the dresses. Jamie wanted me to get more, but I wanted to wear
them for a day or two first to see which ones are more comfortable,
before purchasing more.
I had remembered
the females in my life complaining about their lingerie, and I was
determined to, at least, be comfortable in mine. I started at the
salon the next day, sweeping the floor, keeping the towels at each
station fresh and clean, also their supplies stocked. As the business
slacked off in the afternoon, I was given some nail polish and shown
how to apply it. Then I had to practice the rest of the day. Aunt
Ellen kept a watchful eye on me and complimented me several times on
my efforts.
Jamie had been
sent by herself to pick out more new bras, then later in the day she
had her first customer. I could tell she is nervous, but shortly
after she started, she got into the swing of things. The male that
she did her magic on loved how she had styled his hair, setting up a
regular weekly appointment for the future. He lived the female role
24/7, he and his wife running a catering business in town. When she
came to pick him up, she took one look at his hair style and also
made a standing weekly appointment.
To say that Jamie
is ecstatic about this would be the understatement of the year. When
she finished with him, she worked on the styles she was going to use
for the contest coming up. I noticed her several times trying to
adjust the cups of her bra to get more comfortable. The new larger
breasts are bothering her, just what they are supposed to do. I did
get several very intense looks from her at times; I know she regrets
her earlier actions. Most of her clothes still fit her but now were
stressing the seams and buttons quite a bit. The items that had fit
tight before no longer able to be worn.
The next few days
were busy but manageable. She had several more customers, and each
one of them made standing appointments for the future. I continued
doing nails, mine at first then some of the customers. I received
compliments on my work and ended up with several steady customers
because of it. Ellen had me practicing adding extensions to my finger
nails as the next logical step in my training. Two weeks later I
managed to add glamour length extensions to a young male that is
going to a fancy ball. He is thrilled with my efforts, and I received
a twenty dollar tip. It had taken me a while to get used to working
with extensions on my own nails, but once I got used to it, I felt
naked without them on.
I regularly
dressed as a female, my voice kind of drifted into a higher register,
and I actually forgot how to talk in the lower tones. I wore heels
every day, even mules at night since my tendons in my legs had
started to shrink. I practiced most days with makeup, whenever I had
a few moments. I was taught a few more things with regards to nails,
mainly other means of attaching extensions.
Then they started
me on hair. For the next week, I shampooed and conditioned hair for
the stylists, taking great pride in doing a good job for them. I am
frequently tipped because I took the time to massage their scalp and
head. Several times I managed to get the customer to doze off. I
loved the work, deciding after a couple of weeks to seek my license
eventually and become a cosmetologist.
The time had
flown, my parents were due back tomorrow, four weeks after they left.
I was terrified, I thought Mom might eventually accept me, but Dad I
was worried about. To leave on a vacation with your son left at home,
only to return to a beautiful daughter not exactly what a dad
envisions. They landed at the airport, Ellen picking them after their
long flight. It was decided that it might be better if their first
look at me is while they are at home. I am sitting in the kitchen
when they come in the front door, I get up and walk to the living
room. Dressed in an LBD with four-inch heels, my hair and makeup
perfect with long dark red fingernails extending from my fingertips,
a beautiful daughter for her parents to see.
Mom takes one
look at me and runs toward me squeezing the life out of me. I am
kissed all over the face, pushed back so she can get a better look at
me, and then hugged again. I feel another pair of hands on me and
look up to see Dad hugging both of us with a few tears sliding down
his cheek. I snuggle into his embrace a little more, glad that he has
not excluded me. We move to the couch, seated together and
communicate the last thirty days activities to each other.
They had a good
time in the Outback, but both admitted their concern and worry for
their new daughter back home. Mom threatened twice to cut the trip
short, to come back and help me adjust to life as a female. Ellen
assured her that I was doing extremely good coping, even enjoying the
beauty lessons. They decided to stay the full time but vowed any
future vacation would be a family affair.
I helped Mom make
dinner, a task that I had never entered into before, Mom making sure
I felt alright as I helped. I could also tell she loved me helping,
we talked some more, just chit chat, nothing important. Often I would
catch her just staring at me, like me as a female is something that
might cease at any moment. Dad did find the time to talk to me while
Mom is taking a shower. He is proud of me for helping Jamie, also
proud of me for making something of a horrible situation. I got a
huge hug, a few of his tears dripping on my chest.
In the family
discussion a couple of days later, I told them I wanted to stay as a
female for the rest of summer then maybe seek some medical help to
see if this is right for me. I suggested training with Ellen until I
was sure of where I wanted this to go, then maybe a stint at a
University.
A week later Mom
came into the shop, her appointment for a manicure and a hair style.
Of course, I was her manicurist, nervous as hell, but I did manage to
do a satisfactory job on her nails. Then I washed and conditioned her
hair for her, spending extra time on her even doing a second hot oil
conditioner on her. As Ellen is doing her hair they talked about me;
I managed to hear a few words that were spoken, but most of it is not
distinguishable because of the background dryer noise.
At home that
night, Mom dragged me to her bedroom, asking if I wanted to go to
college or become a cosmetologist. It had always been Mom and Dad’s
wishes for me to go to college, the first one in the family to do so.
I stuttered but decided on the truth. I love the work; I think I am
fairly good, and I want to go all the way to being a professional in
the beauty business. Maybe own a shop one day, I have a steady
girlfriend that is an instructor, we just might marry and start a
family, before you get excited, it would be as two lesbians, my
existence as a female too important to both Jamie and me.
What I had said
didn’t really surprise Mom, she figured that would be my choice,
after watching me at the salon, she thought I had made the right
decision. Dad helped convert my bedroom to one suited for a daughter,
he even repainted the walls a light pale green color, and bought and
assembled a canopy bed for me. A couple of weeks later he started
calling me his princess, a name that I am thrilled about. I was so
worried that my actions and choices would distant us from each other.
Mom, though was
in seventh heaven, the daughter she always desired being delivered to
her while she was on vacation. We spent lots of time together,
shopping for clothes, accessories, even grocery shopping. Like a good
Mom she is teaching me the skills that a female might need later in
life. We often talk of Jamie’s and my relationship, although she
often inserts her wish that we might provide a grandchild or two for
her to spoil in the process.
My training at
the salon is going well, I am now working on setting hair, using a
blow dryer and curling iron. Quite often, I end up heading home with
my hair in curlers, so that I can experience the proper placement of
the curlers and then how to brush it out in the morning. My daily
regimen now has to take into consideration makeup, picking an outfit,
and keeping my female figure enticing.
The secretary, at
the licensing board, had been promoted to the examiner’s position,
with her responsible for giving me the test. Jamie accompanied me,
letting me work my magic on her. To my delight the first thing she
requested of me is to dye Jamie’s hair platinum blonde.
Before the year
was up, I did partake of most of the salon’s procedures, my
femaleness getting stronger every day. I managed to let my hair grow
out some, my wedge cut although attractive, just did not make me feel
feminine enough. Since I had stayed living at home, most of what I
make is put in the bank, Jamie’s income joining mine as we saved
for our own house. When I got my license, Jamie and I received
several surprises.
Our parents had
been working on these surprises for quite some time, my getting my
license the perfect time to divulge them to us. It started out at the
dinner that we were treated to, after returning from the licensing
board. Mom and Dad told us that they were moving to Australia, their
house would be a present for us. They had made some friends there and
now that her youngest daughter had been taught the essentials of
being a female she felt that I could be left alone for a while. I had
to promise her that when we got married that she would be able to
help pick out my wedding dress. Also when the birth of children is
eminent, she was to be notified.
Dad had just
finished renovating the house, all new appliances, carpeting,
furniture, and painting both inside and out. The times that I was
asked about color choices and styles of furniture, were a clue as to
what they had been planning on doing. Then Aunt Ellen unloaded the
second bombshell. She and Janice had bought another salon, two towns
over and they were going to move there and run that salon. It is also
part of the Turnabout Gurl chain, a larger and more established
clientele, with adequate managers already in place to run it. Ellen
could semi retire and Janice could do what she preferred to do best
that is just manage the salon.
Where Jamie had
been a hands on cosmetologist Janice was never as skilled and
confident with her customers. She preferred the management end, while
Jamie is the get your hands dirty type. The shop here is to be given
to us, for us to own and run as we see fit. She did caution Jamie
that I had the better business head, that I should make the decisions
and let Jamie do the training and actual work on the customers. Of
course, she received the patented Jamie pout for that remark.
Our town is much
smaller, the shop here did a lot of business but would never grow to
be a large metropolitan salon, in our opinion. The income from the
shop enough for us, to provide a comfortable living along with the
lease money from Dad’s farm land. Although everybody wanted us to
marry, both Jamie and I were committed to a long and exciting
engagement. I had asked Jamie to marry me the night I received my
license, after the dinner and surprises. We usually slept together,
although we favored neither home, my canopy bed usually won out.
I tried to do it
properly, getting down on one knee and asking her to be my wife. Not
easy with the dress I was wearing that night. She accepted and we
played like two newlyweds most of the night. The decision had been
made early in our relationship that we would sleep together, but no
actual sex until we got married. We each learned the skills to bring
our partner to orgasm, but never did my penis find her vagina in that
special way.
Part of that can
be attributed to the false vagina that I wore, junior safely glued
away and not reachable. The amount of abuse we heaped on her dildo,
though ensured that we would have to purchase replacements regularly.
We settled into a
comfortable life, both of us working hard at the salon. We had two
stylists and a couple of part-time stylists when business warranted.
I never did don male clothes after that fateful day, quite content to
be Samantha for my soon to be wife. Things do change though, several
new housing developments sprung up and a boarding school was built.
We were now busy all the time, hiring two more stylists, even
persuading Ellen to move back and help us.
Two months after
the business increased I had an addition added to the salon, and we
never looked back. I had enlisted the help of Ellen, and had my
vagina unglued so that I could collect some sperm. I was going to
wine and dine Jamie then ask her what she wanted, I figure when she
is at the height of sexual arousal I will ask if she wants my sperm,
then fill her up with a turkey baster. Ellen and Mom will get a
grandchild and I will get a baby to nurse and take care of. A win-win
for everybody. Well, most everybody. You have to remember that no
good deed goes unpunished. Since Jamie gave me my breasts I need
something to use them for besides filling my bra and providing
entertainment for Jamie. Of course, I have to remember they fill out
my dresses wonderfully, a necessity for this female.
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