Nicky; A Bimbo Experience

Nicky; A Bimbo Experience

I was heading to the salon to pick up my sister, her appointments at the salon only scheduled till eight today. She is one of their stylists, working for them for six years now. Her car was acting up again, thus my ferrying her to work and picking her up at closing. When I pulled into the parking lot the place was jammed. I found a spot near the back of the parking lot and made my way into the salon.

Recently the Turnabout Gurl Salon has experienced considerable growth, their basic reason for opening now flourishing once again. Sis had commented about her customers, now over seventy percent of them males. When the salon first opened it was that way, then the females in the area found out what they could accomplish and became the majority of their customers. Now the balance seems to have shifted back to the male customer. Word of mouth had spread from the previous male customers, now more males wanting to experience the salon. The salons popularity causing them to add additions to the salon twice since they opened.

With the parking lot this full, they apparently have a lot of walk-ins, hence my need to go in and wait while Donna finishes her customers. I enjoy watching the goings on in the salon, trying to discern the male customers from the female ones. It was over an hour later when she had finished her last customer, a female I presume who looked quite over done. Her makeup was bold, heavy and quite noticeable. Her hair was also over the top, feminine but exaggerated to the max. Then we have her clothes, just short of slutty, form fitting and leaving a lot of skin exposed. I watched the customer look at her image in the mirror after sis finished, pleased at the reflected image apparently. The services were performed well, just over done. I shook my head at her image, definitely not anything that could be considered mainstream.

After sis joined me I asked her about her last customer. She chuckled, then said she had been getting quite a few like her recently. Her and one other stylist seemed to be sought out by this particular group of customers, the word of mouth spreading quickly. She doesn’t mind doing their hair, nails and makeup. They usually tip well and are a hoot to listen to, their high pitched voices and their valley girl accents make them appear rather simple, in other words they act like a bimbo. If they are called that they swell up in pride, a status symbol for them.

Sis asked me if I was aware that her last customer was male underneath all of the makeup, clothes and hair? I shook my head in disbelief, wondering why a male wanted to look like a bimbo or street walker, my take on how they looked.

We walked out to my car and headed home. We shared a house, well more likely considered a small cottage, with lots of amenities. It was on the edge of town, not near any shopping or entertainment. No public transportation so it was hard to keep rented. For us it was perfect, close enough to the salon for sis and easily accessible to major highways. I was still in school, one more semester till I could get my bachelors degree. The university was more than a few miles away, but easily reached with the roads available in a reasonable time.

The ride home was in silence, sis usually tired after being on her feet for eight to ten hours. I parked next to the cottage and we entered our abode. I headed to the kitchen, having already prepared our dinner. All I had to do was warm the food in the oven for a few minutes and serve. Sis had changed her clothes, now wearing a pair of jeans and a loose top. I preferred her uniform that she wore at work, a young male’s fantasy come true. I got a hug, sis really appreciating the effort I make for her. She was hungry, so there was very little conversation tonight. She did ask about my classes as I cleaned up, and put the left over food in the refrigerator.

I mentioned about one of the professors being sick, now in the hospital. The class had been suspended till he could return. Now there was talk about him not returning, the class being canceled, no credit given. They had tried to get a replacement but no one with enough qualifications was found to take his place. It would mean that I could not graduate this semester, since I would still be three credit hours short for my degree. Then to have to take one class next semester such a waste of time and resources.

With Donna yawning I turned out the lights and we headed to our bedroom. We slept in the master bedroom, two twin beds one on either side of the room. She finished in the bathroom first, by the time I was through she was sound asleep. I kissed her cheek, just something we did to each other every chance we got, then crawled into my own bed. The kiss was usually accompanied with a hug, but Donna was already making noises. I can’t call them snoring but they do sound like that. When I accuse her of snoring she denies it, with a vengeance, accusing me of making it up.

The next morning she was up before me, fixed breakfast and had the coffee pot going full blast. She pounced on my bed to wake me. Grabbing my covers and dragging them off. I got the hint, did my bathroom things and headed to the kitchen. I was served some food, then a huge cup of coffee. I disposed of both, then she wanted to know if I had anything planned for today. I shook my head no, the one class that got canceled my only class for the day. She wanted me to come into the salon with her, She had some gaps in her appointments, with me there she can play with my hair, maybe even give me a makeover. I headed to the bedroom, shaking my head and yelling never.

Well like most females what I had in mind and what I ended up doing are two different worlds. She ended up dressing me, although I had told her just to take my car since I would not need it today. Nope not what she had in mind.

So a half hour later I was dragged into the salon and taken to one of the treatment rooms. Her first appointment was already here so she kissed me and pushed me down in a chair. Giggling she told me to stay, then rubbing the top of my head telling me that I was a good pussy. As you can tell she is a cat lover, several of the local felines making our cottage their home. After a taste of what we offered the next time they came they brought their suitcases and moved in.

In and out all day as she worked on me in between her appointments. I got my hair washed and conditioned, the split ends removed and then set in curlers. She had started the curlers when I was dozing off, by the time I became aware of what she was doing she had just about finished getting them all in. I sighed but did not say anything. I did give her a dirty look, but of course like a typical female it was totally ignored.

Later in the day I got some makeup applied, my ears pierced again and my eyebrows arched significantly. The mirrors in the room were on the other side of the room so being lazy I never ventured over to look at my new image. It was approaching quitting time as she removed my curlers. She was humming as she styled my hair, using way too much hairspray to preserve the look. Apparently satisfied with her work she refreshed my lipstick then helped me to stand up. She removed my shirt, dropped my pants to the floor and then yanked my shorts down to my ankles. I should have stopped her at this point, but it all seemed so surreal. I was handed a pair of panties which I promptly pulled up, not wanting to stay naked any longer than necessary no matter what I was given to wear.

The way too short dress that she had in her hands was next, I tried to escape, looking for my male clothes that she had just removed. Somehow they mysteriously vanished, every where I looked not a sign of them to be seen. I tried to keep the dress from being put on my body, but my hands ended up being in the wrong place to prevent that. With the dress on sis dragged me to a mirror, the image in the mirror an exact duplicate of the bimbo look that she was doing for a lot of her customers.

I was about to start crying, tears already leaking from the corners of my eyes. She pulled me closer and hugged me tightly, kissing my ear and eyes to get me to stop with the tears. I ended up giggling, as her actions seemed to always cheer me up. Besides the damage had already been done, a return to my former look not in the immediate future.

She turned me back to the mirror, making me look at my image more closely. For some reason I reverted to a higher voice, slurring my words and returning her kisses with a vengeance. Now we were both giggling as she dragged me from the salon.

At the door of the salon I hesitated, the dress I was wearing not covering much. Definitely not something I had worn before out in public. Too late, now almost to my car my head swiveling to see if I was being stared at. I was getting plenty of looks but no outright stares or gawking. Sis drove us home, I am sure I was in no shape to operate any machinery much less to remember how to get home in the first place. The heels she had me wear also not conducive to driving a car, much less to walking. I was almost to the car before I managed a walk and not teeter along.

I was pushed into the kitchen and told to warm the leftovers from last night. She did watch for a few minutes to see that I actually found the leftovers, what there was of them, and got them to the microwave. She then trotted off to our bedroom, appearing several minutes later with a huge smile on her face. I did eat a few bites, but was still more concerned with my new radical image. I could see my reflection in some of the kitchen appliances, my eyes focusing on those images.

It was after we had consumed the leftovers that I managed to ask her why the outlandish bimbo look. She just smiled, a devilish grin spreading across her face. “My little sister needs to experience more of what is happening all around her, time spent as a bimbo will broaden her outlook on life. When we talked earlier about my customer your face showed disapproval of their look and behavior. Now you can live the life for awhile, maybe opening your eyes and mind to something new and different.”

Besides I used some semi-permanent makeup on your face and a liquid permanent on your hair, the look you now possess will be with you for several weeks. I started to complain about what she had done, but before my mouth engaged I realized what she has already done will not be easy to reverse. I don’t think school will be any problem, the looks of fellow students covering most any lifestyle or look, but to show up looking like a bimbo might take more nerve that I can summon up.

Now if I can somehow get my mind to accept my radical new look. That thought was being processed as I was staring it my image in the mirror once again. A big sigh escaped my face, easier said than done. I did make my way to our bedroom discovering what sis was smiling about when she returned from changing her clothes. All my masculine clothes were now missing, hopefully just for awhile. Knowing sis I feared they were gone for good, typical of her thought processes once she gets a crazy idea in her head. I found a nightie laying on my bed, so out of the dress, once I figured how to get out of it, and slipped the satin nightie on, Of course, a fresh pair of panties accompanied the nightie and I laid down on my bed, a restful sleep like presence slowly taking over.

The next morning nothing had changed, sis waking me up and making me get ready to take her to work. My only activity for the day was late afternoon, a club meeting that I had participated in since coming to the university. So I had most of the day to do something. With my new look, I wondered just what that might be.

On the drive to the salon sis informed me that I needed more work, my bimbo look just not good enough for everyday life. My mouth opened to protest that statement, but no words escaped since I was wearing leggings and a short dress like top that barely covered my panties. A low pair of heels adorned my feet making driving the car occupy my undivided attention.

Again dragged into the salon and deposited in a room by myself, I was given a magazine to read, naturally one geared for the female. I was later caught by sis reading an article on how to snare a man, and keep him satisfied. Of course, my face turned instant red, every ounce of blood making its way to my upper body, leaving me dizzy and somewhat woozy. Sis assured me once the time came she would help me find a suitable male partner, but wanted assurances of being included in the marriage ceremony. I sure hope that will never happen, especially the part of finding a suitable male.

On today’s agenda was a set of extensions for my fingernails, of course, painted a rich burgundy color. I quickly found out that the longer nails greatly inhibited me in doing almost anything with my hands. They seemed to go with the bimbo look, their length almost an inch past the end of my fingers.

I received a set of breast forms, glued to my chest with their longest lasting adhesive. Now my time as a bimbo trainee would last a minimum of four months before the adhesive could be removed. A fact that sis took great pleasure in informing me of, after the fact though.

She sprayed my throat several times each time my voice became higher, almost a squeaky feminine tone to it. Sis loved my new voice, while I now had serious doubts whether I could handle living in this new persona.

She decided my lashes were not adequate, so individual lashes were added to my eyelids, making my lashes so feminine. I avoided looking in any mirror, knowing I would be shocked at my new appearance.

A change of wardrobe, was necessary for my afternoon club meeting, starting with a bra for my new breast forms. I was given a different dress to wear, while longer than the one this morning, the bodice giving everybody more to look at with regards to my boobs.

I tried to protest, but sis did not want to hear any of it. I was hustled out of the salon, then driven to the college for my club meeting. I was informed she would come and pick me up after she finished at the salon.

When I asked what I was to do while waiting for her, she told me to see if I could snare a member of the male sex, maybe even getting some kisses, better yet a free meal. She did remind me that since I did not have the appropriate equipment down below yet I should limit my actions to kissing, maybe a blow job if I really liked him.

I stood there mouth open, as she drove off, her last words shaking me up considerably. The thought still in my mind, not wanting to leave. I finally made my way to the meeting, although I noticed some lusty stares from several members of the male gender. My time in the meeting was really wasted, sis’s words still occupying any brain functions. I doubted I could tell you anything that had been discussed in the meeting.

Once the club meeting was over I made my escape, several males following me until I entered the ladies restroom. I did everything I could think of trying to kill some time, finally leaving the safe confines of the restroom. To my surprise there were still several males waiting for me, the cutest of them approaching me wanting to start a conversation. He asked a stupid question about the meeting, anything to get me to talk to him. I was reminded of all the stupid pick-up lines I had used in the past this one not much better than some of the ones I had used in the past. I smiled and told him I had to go, my ride will be here soon.

I made it as far as the library, a couple of buildings from where my meeting was, but alas still no sis. I went in and found a table to sit at, one that only had one unoccupied chair so my male suitors had to sit elsewhere. I opened a book that I had grabbed trying to look busy, but instead was staring off into the distance. When I did look at the book closely, it was a book on what to do on a date, written by a female that looked somewhat like a bimbo. That is where sis found me, looking over my shoulder seeing what I was reading.

“Come along Nicky, time to get you home.”

“Well did you learn anything, you sure looked interested in what you were reading? You know I was standing behind you for ten minutes, you never looked up, so engrossed in learning what to do on a date. I will have to find someone for you, with your new look I am sure you will be quite popular.”

I turned instant red, caught red handed so to speak. I didn’t say anything for fear that I will only make things worse.

Luckily she let the conversation drop, grabbing my hand and leading me to the car. I kind of relaxed some, I really did not want to discuss my feelings or looks, either subject foreign and potentially embarrassing.

At home I went to my bedroom planing to change clothes and end this charade. I opened the closet door then remembered that all of my male clothes were gone. I ran to my dresser hoping she had forgot to remove my underwear. I pulled out each drawer, looking for anything that might resemble a piece of male clothing. Absolutely nothing. I slumped to the floor, the tears starting to slide down my face again.

I know this was supposed to be a learning experience for me, but to be totally immersed in this with no other choice in the role had me frantic. The tears eventually dried up, not enough water to fuel the tear production any longer.

So the Bimbo role continued, sis making me practice talking in a valley girl voice and only about my looks and what I was wearing. I eventually gave up, giving in the simpler way to be able to move on to something else. I was still corrected when I lapsed back to my previous ways, but after awhile I found myself unconsciously talking like a bimbo. My new higher voice along with the change in subject matter only reinforced my bimbo image.

Several more trips to the salon in the following days, each time my bimbo looks refreshed and added to. The most notable was a false vagina glued over my groin, sis so proud that I could now have sex with a male, I no longer had to give blowjobs to keep them interested in me. I never did anything with a male, not wanting anything to do with them. Since my looks were designed to attract the male, I was constantly trying to avoid them. No matter where I was at, I had a crowd, wanting to talk to me or interact with me in other ways. The number of times I was touched on my body was ridiculous, sometimes on the leg, or an arm or worse yet on my waist or hips. Luckily not on the breasts, that would have sent me into panic mode right away.

Oh the desire to be touched there was present, maybe desire was not explicit enough. To yearn to have my nipples squeezed, flesh kneaded, to have my breasts held in someones hand, a wish that would be unobtainable I fear.

High heels became a staple, five and six inches tall with a narrow stiletto heel. Straps that fastened around the ankle to hold then on my feet. Decorated with bows and other feminine objects, making them stand out from a normal high heel. It took me a little while to be able to walk comfortably in them, but soon after I learned to maneuver in them it is the only shoe I chose to wear.

Makeup was redone, after my face was cleansed and treated with numerous creams and lotions. She applied it carefully, making sure to not get it anywhere it was not supposed to be. I had watched as she applied the makeup right away figuring out that what she was doing was for the long term. Another nail in my coffin, the bimbo lifestyle now my only future.

A few weeks passed, sis insisting that I go with her to the salon when she had to work. I guess to make sure I interacted with others. I did talk with others, sometimes my voice is super excited, what we were talking about subjects that I lived every moment for.

Fast forward a couple of months, the bimbo lifestyle still with me. Twice weekly appointments at the salon to keep my bimbo looks fresh and sexy. To keep busy at other times of the week I found a job at a ladies boutique, selling clothes for the bimbo wannabes. So I was always on display, wearing some of the dresses we sold. You can never have enough clothes or shoes, my wages at the boutique usually spent on more heels to match my outfits.

Sis works on me when I show up for my appointment, making sure that my hair and makeup are perfect. Since she often goes over my semi-permanent makeup with a fresh coat of color, I doubt it is ever coming off, even if I wanted it removed. Hair now perpetually curly, repeated use of their setting lotion making sure of it. She has added fancy barrettes to my hairstyle, woven into my hair to guarantee they stay put. Definitely high maintenance.

Nicky is going to be around for quite awhile, a fact that I am quite happy about. Back when I first encountered one when sis worked on her at the salon I couldn’t fathom why they wanted to look that way. Now any mention of me reverting back to my male persona is ignored immediately. My bimbo experience was so fulfilling, not realizing how much it means to me.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Toni; Right Place Wrong Time

 Toni; Right Place Wrong Time

I was headed to the mountains for some well-deserved rest. My scatter brained uncle had a luxury cabin up there and I had managed to persuade him to let me stay there for a couple of weeks. He had earlier in the month rented it out to a movie crew to film an adult fantasy film for one of the cable channels. While I was up there he wanted me to check to see that they had not trashed the place.

It was a full day’s drive up there, since I had not got started as early as I planned, I would not make it there today. I found a motel to stay at, had a nice dinner and then went right to sleep. I was up with the birds, dressed and finished the drive to the cabin. I purposely skipped breakfast, I had things for the refrigerator in an ice chest and planned a nice lunch, then a walk around the surrounding area.

Off the main highway on a small dirt road that led to the cabin I noticed a lot of recent tracks on the road. It had rained a few days ago, any old tracks should have been erased by the rain. I didn’t think too much about it, more anxious to get to the cabin. I made the last turn, the road dropping off into a small valley. Right in the middle of the valley was my uncle’s cabin.

It looked so good nestled among the pines with rays of sunshine peeking through here and there. I drove up to the cabin, parking behind the structure like my uncle advised. I got out of the car, then headed to the front door on the other side of the cabin. As I approached the door, I thought I heard some voices, so I stopped. then after not hearing anything more for a minute, used my key to open the door.

I took one step inside before I was grabbed from behind and a cloth held over my mouth and nose causing me to pass out. Waking up I found myself strapped to a chair, naked as the day I was born. I looked around seeing several females getting things together, the room I was in looking like a beauty salon. My girlfriend being a habitual user of one back home, I often picked her up there so I was familiar with how they looked.

I tried to speak, but found not a word coming out. My tongue was locked in some contraption and my mouth seemed jam packed full of some substance. I struggled to get out of the chair, finding the straps holding me were very secure. Since I was not able to move my arms or my legs any, I tried whimpering, moaning, any sound possible trying to get people’s attention. Everybody ignored me as they just continued prepping whatever they were working on.

One female came around behind me and started working on my hair. She was adding something to my head, I could feel heat then she would do it again this time in a different spot close to the first place. When the other two females turned around they were each holding a cup that they settled on my chest, pushing hard to get the cup secure. Apparently the cup had some type of adhesive applied to the edges. When they pulled up on the cups a little to test their bond the cups remained securely attached to my chest. Hoses were attached to the cups and a pump was turned on sucking some of my flesh into the cups. Every so often a mist would spray on my flesh inside the cup, then nothing for a while.

My nails were worked on next, the one female that had helped with the cups doing the work. The other lady had moved between my legs which were spread wide and anchored to a stirrup like attachment to the chair. I tried to move my fingers, but they were encased in something that kept my fingers still and unable to move.

I closed my eyes in frustration, why won’t anyone help me, surely I have not done anything to deserve this kind of treatment. The frustration was so intense I even cried a little, it has been years since I had felt the need to vent, but what is happening to me has me scared to death. I can’t see any reason to do this to me, and who are these people anyway. I finally gave up, unable to move even a finger I was helpless and so frustrated. I sat there staring at the ceiling wondering what else they were going to do to me. I lost track of time, I reasoned I had got here about ten A.M. but had had no idea how long I was out and how long I have been strapped to this chair. My butt was getting sore, so more than a few hours, that is for sure.

The female working on my hands was apparently done so she moved to my feet. Soon the same type of apparatus was installed down there, my toes now unable to move even a bit. The female that had been working on my groin was apparently also done, so she came to work on my face. I had no idea what she had done with my male member, one minute I could feel her touch it the next no feeling at all. I briefly glanced at my chest, I had been ignoring it hoping that what I thought was happening was just my imagination.

I tried again to move anything desperately, those cups on my chest now looked like tits, very large ones. I promptly fainted, this cannot be happening to me. Right before I passed out I thought I heard voices again, from right outside the cabin, loud voices.

When I came to again, a gorgeous female was standing over me with concern written all over her face. I was still gagged and tied down, so there was nothing I could do. She leaned in closer and tried to explain what happened.

They were filming a scene in which one of the male stars gets captured by a group of females wanting revenge for something he did earlier in his life. The actor playing the male lead was supposed to be coming down the road just as I did. I parked where they had planned and walked around to the front just as the scene was supposed to unfold. My reactions were according to the script to the minutest detail. Even the fainting in the chair after looking at my new breasts. They knew they had made a mistake when the real actor showed up four hours later, having a flat tire on his way here, his excuse for not showing up. There was no cell phone signal so he couldn’t call and tell them of his delay.

Now for the hard part, since we have so much of your transformation already filmed we would like your permission to continue with the scene. You will be paid well for your time and the damage we have done to your masculinity. There are only a few more parts to this scene, then we will release you and work out what to do next. I can’t take out your gag yet, since it is set up on a timer. Please blink twice if you will permit us to finish the scene. I closed my eyes, at least in real life they are not out to get me. I blinked twice, even if I denied them the right to finish the scene I will need their help to get this reversed.

I closed my eyes, some relief now possible. Everybody vanished then the three females came back and finished the job. My eyebrows were eliminated, from the pain when she jerked the cloth strip away, I doubt if there was hair left on either of them. My face was finished, the one gal carefully applying makeup to all the pertinent spots. My ears were played with, they would get warm, and then I felt something inserted in them. Whatever was inserted in then would sway back and forth brushing my neck every once in a while. My legs were released from the stirrups, than something was strapped to the back of my legs, keeping my toes pointed straight down. I felt a shot in both of my calves, then nothing.

The female working with my hair was now apparently done, my chair set more upright then she cut and styled my hair. As she was finishing she sprayed the hair generously with a solution then using a blow dryer with a huge diffuser dried the spray on my hair as she had styled it. Apparently I was done, at least as far as the scene was concerned. That might be truer than it sounds, I began to wonder if any of this can be undone easily, especially the last few things done to me.

I was released from the chair after the forms were taken off my legs and the hoses released from the cups. One glance and I was stunned, the cups were full and now looked quite a bit larger than I first figured. A pair of heels was slipped on my feet and the straps buckled. The same gal that had talked to me earlier came over along with another lady I have seen somewhere. I was handed a robe and taken to a bedroom at the back of the cabin.

The lady from the film company introduced herself as Melissa, the other lady was Dallas. As soon as I heard the name I remembered the commercials for the salons on TV, with her picture alongside the picture of the salon. In fact my girlfriend was a customer of their salons.

We set at a table that had apparently been brought in for just this purpose. Once I set down I was looking at the damage they had managed to create on my body. My hair was now part way down my back and very curly. My nails were super long, painted a very bright shade of red. The heels I was wearing were very tall, much taller than my girlfriend wears. The fact that I was able to walk in them amazing me. I tried to say something the gag still locked in my mouth. Melissa told me it would be another hour before it releases. I was handed a pad and a pen, to communicate my concerns.

Dallas started the conversation telling me about the procedures that were performed on me. Even though the film company had discovered their mistake, no one told the salon’s people that a mistake had been made. The final things that were done to me now semi-permanent, taking months to be able to be reversed. I closed my eyes, this can’t be happening to me, surely they can do something.

Dallas told me that the salon would make the changes back to my masculinity as soon as feasible, most likely in three to four months. To do anything before then would be risky, possibly affecting my long term health. Dallas suggested that I come with her selecting a wardrobe suitable for a few weeks. Then just take one day at a time to see if this was livable with. Melissa said they had one more day of filming, then they would be gone. If I felt up to it I would be included in the last scenes, none of those scenes involving any more changes.

After my gag was removed, it took about an hour before any intelligent sounds emanated from my mouth it was fifteen minutes before I could even move my tongue. The gag had been very effective, pretty much stopping any movement of my tongue and jaw.

When I could squeak a few words Dallas dragged me out of there, and into her car. In a matter of minutes we were headed into town, a little over an hour trip. She kept a steady conversation going, almost making me respond to her. It eventually worked, by the time we reached the outskirts of town I was much more relaxed and actively joining in to the chit chat.

She accepted part of the blame for what was done to me, but they had already had several communication problems with the film company before my arrival. Now the mistake with me to add to the other problems. We ended up at one of her salons, about an hour away from the cabin. Several of their technicians put together a wardrobe for me, mostly dresses with some skirt and blouse combinations. Several pair of heels, since with my leg tendons being shrunk that would be all that I can wear now.

With more than a few bags of clothing she took me to dinner, where we talked about the upcoming few days. She suggested that I participate in the last days filming, my pay for that would be quite substantial.

Along with the pay would be a sum to offset what they had mistakenly done to me, a figure that Dallas had suggested would be some compensation for the mistake. If they balked at the figure Dallas told them that I would be offered the services of their attorney free of charge to take the matter to court. Dallas for their part in the mess would also issue a check to me, plus free clothing and beauty services for life if I desired it. I smiled, I am sure my girlfriend would be happy with the beauty services that is for sure.

After dinner I was taken to a hotel, a suite for the night and then she would personally take me back to the cabin for the last day of filming. I am sure she just wanted to be sure nothing more happened to me. The salon had contracted to supply all beauty services for the filming including my transformation scene.

She helped me to my suite, bringing some of the clothes she had picked out for me. I was instructed in how to remove some of the makeup, the rest is semi-permanent and will have to fade away with time. She told me she would help with my hair in the morning, then her techs would finish the job once we got to the cabin. I was handed a nightie, then hugged for quite some time. It felt so good to be held in a caring embrace. A kiss on the cheek and she was gone.

I took a shower, making sure I didn’t get my new hairdo wet. Then donned the nightie and almost came soon thereafter. The silkiness of the nightie did things to me, wonderful things. The feelings that I felt were different than before, no male organ becoming hard and erect, but a stirring deep within. I didn’t want to look down there, scared as to what I will find. Better to just ignore the feelings, at least, until tomorrow.

I was interrupted by my cell phone ringing, thinking that I knew who might be calling. I knew the explanation would take quite some time, so got comfortable and answered the phone. The third sentence into the conversation I managed to tell her that I was now as pretty as she was, but she still had to love me just the same.

I managed to fill her in on all of the happenings in between her giggle fits, then she surprised me wanting me to take a selfie and send it to her. There was silence for quite some time after the first picture arrived. Her request for me to send another selfie, this time holding my hand up with my fingers displaying the number of cats I had back home.

This time I giggled, she doesn’t think the picture is of me, that I am trying to pull one over on her. I did so, then she told me she would be at the cabin first thing day after tomorrow. I was told she loved me and she hung up. So much for chatting for a while.

The stress of the day finally caught up with me, I was soon counting sheep and forgetting about everything that happened today, well until I tried to roll over on my stomach, my new breasts making that position very uncomfortable.

I had set the alarm on the phone so that I would be up and dressed when Dallas showed up. I was up, but she was still early, she made sure I looked presentable as befits a movie star, her words not mine and we drove back to the cabin. When we arrived they were already set up, five large trucks parked outside the cabin. Apparently yesterday they had dropped off the equipment and parked down the road, allowing for the filming of my car pulling up to the cabin. Today all the scenes were to be filmed inside.

My makeup was done heavier for the filming and I was given a change of clothes. Apparently my character was quite the slut, judging from the clothes and the parts of my new body that were peeking through. Luckily no dialogue for me, just saunter in, make my presence known and kiss my boyfriend. I almost choked when I was told my part in the scene, but the director hustled everybody into their positions and shouted action.

Before I could come to my senses, I was being kissed passionately, I presume any adult film would have lots of passion. My boyfriend apparently really got into the role as his penis swelled in his jeans pushing against my skirt. It was huge, from the size of his erection that was quite apparent. After we broke the kiss he just walked away, his erection still there for all to see.

I sat and watched the rest of the filming, with Dallas sitting next to me. Then it was all over, people coming out of the woodwork to pack everything up so they could leave. Melissa approached with a sheepish look, now comes the hard part for her. I was handed a check, my eyes almost popping out of their sockets, Dallas lightly kicked me to get me to not say anything. She took the check, facing Melissa wanting to know if that was what they figured my life was worth now that they had messed it up real good. I saw her swallow hard, but Dallas kept on. She handed the check back to her, telling her that our attorney would contact theirs, this is not settled, believe me.

Melissa tried to shove some of the blame on Dallas and her techs, Dallas took out a check for more than what the film company was offering and handed it to me. This is our token settlement, although we did not make the mistake. I suggest that you go back to your bosses and get real. She walked away a few feet, calling someone on her cell phone. Isn’t it amazing there was no cell service yesterday, but today it magically seems to be working. Dallas was leading me upstairs to where the bedrooms were as Melissa caught us half way up the stairs. She talked to her bosses and they will triple the amount on the first check, if I will sign a waiver relieving them of any future blame.

I was raising my hand to accept the settlement when Dallas told her to forget it. A check that has not been issued yet is worthless and signing such a wavier is ridiculous since she has no idea how this will affect her in the future. Meet us later today at the hotel in town, bring the check in the proper amount and a limited acceptance of responsibility for this mess.

The settlement will be for the original mistake, the acceptance of responsibility for anything above and beyond normal gender behavior. That along with a clear statement that the original mistake is solely your companies fault will be sufficient. Now if that is acceptable meet us at four o’clock in the restaurant. Dallas turned back to the stairs and I was dragged along behind her. Melissa told us that she would be there at four.

I am sure my mouth was open in awe, none of this had even entered my mind, yet Dallas had come up with everything and almost demanded Melissa and the company agree to her requests. I was returned to town, the hotel suite mine to use for however long I wanted. Dallas had called my girlfriend during today’s filming advising her of the hotel she could find me at this afternoon.

As we walked into the lobby I was attacked, then stared at, then the attack was continued as my lips were smashed against hers. It was so passionate, the feeling of kissing with lipstick on so erotic. Much better with Gina then with the guy in the film.

Dallas excused herself, telling me to call her with anything I might need, she would handle Melissa, getting the settlement on paper and the necessary agreements for me to sign later. If it was agreeable she would treat my girlfriend and me to dinner tonight at seven P.M. I managed to tell her that would be fine between kisses, but all that came out was garbled words. With a smile and a wink I gather she did understand my acceptance of dinner. I led Gina to my room, or at least tried to get her in that direction. It seems she is quite taken with my new appearance and wants to intimately examine all of the nuances of my changes.

I did finally get her to my room, only to be dragged to the bed in it and pushed landing on my back. She was on top of me immediately giggling and trying to get her tongue down my throat in between giggles. I just laid there, all of the feelings washing over me so delightful, something I have never experienced before.

We did make it to dinner, or should I say the dinner made it to us. Dallas was nice enough to have dinner delivered to our room. I managed a few bites, but the majority of the food was cold before we got a chance to eat it. It was still very good, and helped to replenish the calories we were burning. I never knew kissing, cuddling and body exploration could be so exhausting. I did find out it was very pleasurable.

For the next few days we stay holed up in the hotel, we must have used up a whole tube of lipstick trying to keep our lips moist. Even though I was wary of going to the cabin again, we did go later in the week mainly exploring the woods around it. A delightful stream was one of out favorite spots, a pool in between two out cropping of rocks a perfect place to spy on some trout, and partake of the sound of the water pouring over the rock outcroppings in mini waterfalls.

We found sustenance somehow, having to hold ourselves to one meal a day. Too many things to explore and a relationship to develop anew. Sometimes fixing nourishment at the cabin, more often though at the hotel dining room in town.

Dallas did come through, the movie company agreeing to all of her demands, a check made out to Toni Douglas for the full amount. The spelling of my first name in the feminine since I am living as a female now. I doubt they will make any money on this particular venture.

Back at home Gina decided that I was to be made not available for any more ventures, asking me to marry her a day after we got back home. I was to be the bride. Although she conceded to wear a dress for her part of the ceremony too. It was a quickie, the license in the morning and before a justice of the peace that afternoon. I received an engagement ring, plus a wedding band with a threat from her that they were never to be taken off.

I received another ring also right after the ceremony at the hotel we were staying at for our honeymoon. We won’t discuss it and where it is located on my body, although it does fit snug and tight. The lock glued shut, the ring never to come off.

Of course, we are both regular customers of the Turnabout Gurl Salon, our VIP cards getting us preferential treatment and free services. I have taken advantage of most of their services, now as female looking as modern science can provide. Everything done to me shouts female, from my hair to my toes. What was not handled at the cabin was performed on me, now proud to be a little more girly than a jealous Gina. Oh, she does partake of the new me quite often though.

I still think back to that fateful day. Being in the right place at the wrong time changed my life that day, most certainly my destiny. Whoever was managing my fate that day, thank you.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Paula; Woman Of The Year

 Paula; Woman Of The Year

There was the phone call from her informing me that she would be an hour late. She did tell me not to fix dinner as she would pick up something for us on the way home. This is her women’s business meeting day, so it must be some meeting to cause her to be late.

Katie, my wife, was one of the founders of the group almost ten years ago, and has served as President of the group on several occasions. All of the ladies are business owners or head of companies doing business in the area. To join you have to be referred by a present member and then approved by the nominating committee. The group along with promoting females to start businesses or advance in the business world also helps them prosper. They constantly network among themselves sending others to the appropriate place for help or to shop. The group does a lot of community services, in fact, they are quite a force in our little section of the state.

I briefly wondered what caused the delay today, but then remembered I had some left over work from today at the office that needed to be finished and faxed back so that my secretary could get it typed up and sent out first thing in the morning. My company had just bought a smaller upstart business, and were in the process of getting all the licenses and permits sorted out.

It is a shame how many businesses are started only to fail during the first year. Most of this due to poor planning and not networking within the community. The idea for the business could have been a winner, but a lack of follow through doomed then from the start.

Katie’s business women’s group provided that encouragement, and assistance to get things moving. The females they offered help to accepted the help, eagerly taking the advice and implementing it, watching as their fledgling upstarts started to flourish.

Just like the business we just had taken over, started by a male, adequate financing and a terrific idea, but he reached out to no one for help, so it barely existed for a few months then died when adequate sales could not be found.

When we bought it from him, it was found out he never approached anyone for help or advice, thinking his idea was so good it needed no help to succeed. We bought it for a song, started doing things he should have been doing from the start and in less than a week sales have doubled.

Most of the businesses I presently owned were such, a new upstart that eventually failed. I carefully picked the ones with some potential, then corrected the faults till they took off. I found and trained managers to run each business, then let them loose.

In my experience a female manager turned out to be a wiser choice since they sought out help from me and others to get ahead, where a male was often to proud to ask for help. My management choices were correct, all of my thirteen businesses now flourishing.

I heard Katie’s car pull into the garage, then went to the kitchen to layout some silverware and plates to eat on. She came in, placed the takeout on the kitchen bar, then hugged me tenderly, kissing me firmly on the lips. I raised my eyebrow at her actions, then she moved to my ear, her lips and tongue embracing it and sending shivers all through my body. Oh gawd, what have I done now, or maybe something I haven’t done was the problem.

She broke off the attack on my body and set out the food to eat, then retrieved a pitcher of green tea from the refrigerator for our drink. I had rounded up a couple of glasses and headed for my seat. I noticed the plates had been moved, now both in front of her seat. She grabbed my hand and led me to her normal seat and then pushed me down on the chair. She made sure she had everything then set in my lap twisting her fanny to make sure I was aware of her being there, and seeing if she could get junior motivated some. She soon had him energized, now the problem was what I had done or not done that is causing all of this preferential treatment. Not that I am complaining, but this happens so infrequently, I must have failed miserably in something.

She had positioned herself so she could feed us, a bite for me than one for her. Then a pause and a sip of my green tea as the glass was held up against my lips. I tried to raise my hands to feed myself, but they were routinely placed by my side after telling me to keep them there. Of course, a kiss was offered every now and then, along with a repositioning of her butt on my lap to make sure junior was still aware of her presence. I tried to find out what this was all about, but my questions were left unanswered, a smirk left on her face as she totally ignored my requests for information.

Once the meal was finished, she grabbed both sides of my head, holding it firmly as she proceeded to check out my tonsils, ones that had been missing for years. I was definitely turned on now, junior making sure his presence was known to her. She cleaned up the few dirty dishes and silverware, while making sure I did not get up from her chair.

Back again, her twisting her butt several times as she got comfortable on my lap. She mentioned that junior seems to be enjoying himself, but she needed me to listen very carefully to what she has to say. All of this as her arms were around my neck and her hands in my hair twisting and pulling little tufts of it.

“The meeting today was to select a woman of the year, someone who exemplifies what the group stands for. In the past, several of her long time friends have shared in that honor, including Felicity your main rival in business these days. Lots of names were brought up today, each doing some of the things that her group stands for, but no clear cut winner in the group. Incidentally, several of your general managers were among the nominees, something you should be proud of.

Debate went on for over an hour, then Felicity startled everyone by suggesting someone that had not been brought up before. She first listed the nominees actions over the past year, each action supporting one of the founding principles of the group. I listened to her words and a smirk came to my face as she went on and on. She concluded her presentation by informing the members that the nominee would first have to be inducted into the group, then after that had happened she could be nominated and then elected to be the woman of the year.”

A name was mentioned and there was a sudden hush in the room, several seconds to the nomination were quickly voiced, then a vote was called for and it was unanimous. We will have a new member of the professional woman’s group, one that I am quite familiar with. The talk around the room was boisterous, several disappointed they had not thought to bring this person to light earlier. During all of this Felicity was staring at me, seeing if I was going to put the kibosh on her pick. Once she mentioned your name, the smirk on my face was visible from ear to ear. Darling, welcome to the Suburban Professional Business Women’s Group.

It took me a couple of minutes to digest what she had said, namely that me a male was now a member of a women’s group and apparently the leading contender for their Woman Of The Year Honor. I calmly asked her why she didn’t stop this from happening, her giggly response did not make me feel any better.

“I happen to agree with them, you are our best candidate for the honor, everything you do fits right in with what we try to teach our members to do in the community, it is just wrapped up in a slightly different package than one of our normal members.

You network with others to get ahead and you appreciate the female work ethic, since every one of your upper level managers are female. You have donated time to almost every charity fund drive and serve on the board of our school district. You spear headed a food drive to help the church that feeds the poor, and often go there to help cook and serve. None of this is asked of you, you just see a need and work to fill it. So yes, I think you are our woman of the year, maybe the most qualified in recent years.”

“The girls that run your companies, all members of our group I might add, have pitched in and got you an appointment at the Turnabout Gurl Salon. That way the apparent incongruity between your present image and the Woman Of The Year can be straightened out before we have the presentation dinner for the award.”

In discussions after the meeting I was surprised that some of our members thought we were a lesbian couple, you being the more masculine one of the happy couple. Once that was brought to light, they were dumbfounded sighting many examples where you appeared female both in looks and actions.

Even a few of my closest friends had doubts about you being a member of the male sex, your typical ponytail usually done up higher than a male wears it and your use of my scrunchies to keep it in place pointing to the fact that you are a female at heart.

Then we have your walk, about as sexy and feminine as any woman, in fact many of my friends have asked me countless times how you manage such a sexy walk and you are not even wearing heels. When you speak another fact emerges, the voice of a female. Unless the person is looking at you they hear a female, even some that are aware of your looks see a female instead of a male.

“Look Katie there is no way I can do this, I am sure you electing a male for a usual female held position will cause you all kinds of grief. What will happen if the press gets a hold of this, embarrassment for me and ridicule for your group. Just pick the next best qualified person and be done with it. I am sure I can live without receiving this honor, what I do in life I do because I want to. I see a need and if I can help fill it I either do it myself or see that it gets done. If more people would do that it would be a much nicer world out there.

“Now did you buy some dessert or do I need to whip something up?”

I didn’t see the punch coming, but my arm sure felt it. I have to cut done on her use of the gym in town if this keeps up. I got a solemn look from her as she walked to the bedroom, I just hope she forgets about all of this.

I did make something for dessert, some Jello pudding with fresh sliced fruit and a sweet sauce to go over the end result. I took a bowl of it to the bedroom and served it to her. She was on the phone so I left it with her and returned to the kitchen. When she brought the empty bowl to the kitchen it must have been alright.

The next couple of days passed without any mention of this absurdity. Relations between us were icy though. I figured I had dodged the bullet and relaxed some. Big mistake on my part.

It was early the following morning when Katie asked if I could come down to her office, one of my managers was being rewarded for her effort to help the local day care facility raise some funds to remodel and update some of their furnishings at the house they used in town.

Katie had been the one to help raise the funds for them to buy the house in the first place a few years ago, so a favorite project of hers. Jenny my manager of an insurance agency loved to do things like this, so I was glad to help in rewarding her for her hard work and effort.

I arrived a few minutes early and entered Katie’s office. Like her usual award ceremonies there was a small buffet in the outer office, drinks on another table and several tables set up for people to sit and nibble. Jenny was there already surrounded by members of the women’s group. There was a plaque on the table at the head of the room with Jenny’s name on it.

The women’s group along with giving a plaque also gave out a cash incentive, some thing to maybe spur further involvement in the community. Even though I was not a member of the group I always contributed to the pot, since it benefited the community as a whole.

I guess I was lulled into a peaceful existence, not expecting anything to happen to me. I had managed to talk to Jenny some, congratulating her on her efforts and reward. Then I noticed several other of my female managers enter her office. We chatted, nibbled on the food and generally had a good time.

Bethany, the first of my employees that I promoted to a manager position approached me asking me if I could come by her office to discuss something that was bothering her. Along with being my first manager she was also the most dedicated and caring. I told her sure, just let me know when you are leaving. She suggested that I ride with her to her office, then she could return me here after we had discussed the problem.

The reason for me to have to go to her office never entered my mind, it just didn’t occur to me that the problem could be discussed here just as easily. It was a half hour later when the party broke up my wife assaulting me as she gave me a passionate kiss and groped my body in a most unusual way. I gave her a funny look, wondering what was going on.

Bethany was right there to lead me away suggesting that next time it might be more appropriate if we got a room. Of course, I blushed red but was still easily led away. In her car then the short ride to her office. As we got out of the car I was led next door instead of into her office, her assuring me that the problem concerned this business.

The business was a salon that had opened a few months ago and was quite a hit among the ladies of our little town. For some reason I failed to connect the name of the salon with an earlier conversation between Katie and myself. When I was taken to a room in the back to find all of my female managers standing there with huge smiles on their face, I knew I had been conned.

They each helped in removing a piece of my clothing, gave me a hug and walked out. I made an effort to keep my clothes, but my hands were batted away often, the end result is no clothes.

Stacy the youngest of my group told me how it was going to be. We have your clothes, your money, credit cards, and even your cell phone. This is going to happen, so relax and enjoy. If you are still upset afterward you can fire all of us, but seeing you as you should be will be worth it for us. I have special permission to kiss you from your wife, who couldn’t be here right now since she is busy throwing out all your male clothes at home and hanging your new wardrobe.

If you give any of the girls here trouble we will leave you here for the night, the salon girls anxious to feminize you, so even more time for the process will be appreciated by them. I heartily suggest you comply, I would hate to see you in diapers and sucking on a baby bottle if you give them any trouble. Incidentally that is after they have erased any masculinity from your body.

She reached up holding my face with her hands as our lips touched, as she pressed tighter and her tongue invaded my mouth. The kiss lasted longer than I expected, as she pulled back, licked her lips and then grabbed her cell phone and called my wife.

She thanked her profusely for the chance to kiss me, wanting to know if a deal could be worked out for more kisses later. She then handed the phone to me as my wife told me to be good, if you behave I will be by to pick you up at ten tonight. If not it will be a long lonely night for you. She made kissee noises and she hung up.

Well with that kind of persuasion I guess my fate is sealed. I laid back on the table and they started on me. I tried to figure out why they were so adamant to getting me to look like a female. I guess they were right about how I wore my hair, the sexy walk was just how I walked, nothing contrived or done on purpose. I thought of how I might look as a female and had to ditch that thought immediately since my mind was now going along with that line of thinking.

I was aware of them doing something between my legs, but my male organ had already decided they were up to no good and had shrunk trying to hide in his camouflage. Too late his camouflage was being removed by another tech using a sweet smelling cream spread all over my body. I felt a spray on my groin and then nothing.

When the lady that was between my legs moved alongside of me holding two fairly large cups that looked like breasts I raised my head to see what they had done to junior to find him missing, a cute slit surrounded by soft lips the only thing left. It did take me a minute to realize what that implied and I promptly fainted as the two cups she was holding were glued to my chest.

When I did return to the land of the living the first thought that entered my mind was woman of the year, yep I am now firmly in that gender. My thoughts were mixed up over the next few hours, the incessant pulling of my flesh into the cups on my chest was still there sprinkled along with things being done to my hair, ears and then makeup on my face. At eight-thirty the damn pump making breasts on my chest cut off, as I let out a huge sigh.

I had purposely not looked at the filling cups, just too much to handle right now emotionally. The hoses were detached from the cups and I was helped to sit up. They helped me into a bra, to support my new breasts, a requirement from now on. Then a pair of panties was slid up my legs, the silky texture doing a job on my feelings. Goose bumps popping up everywhere.

A pair of heels and then a dress was slipped over my head. I felt the zipper being inched up my back, several more huge sighs erupting from my mouth as it rose up to my neck. A glance at the mirror across the room and I had to lean against the table for support.

The person formally known as Paul was now unequivocally a female, in fact an attractive one from first glance. Oh shit, along with looking like a woman I now will have to deal with men as a female would. Why me?

Katie to the rescue, as she took hold of me and woman handled me all the way to her car. All of my new appendages were squeezed and otherwise groped. Yes, even down there as she scooted her hand under the hem of my dress in search of my new female sex. Yep it was there as her finger explored the opening then withdrew so that she could concentrate on her driving, it being imperative to get me home so a closer examination could be performed.

Let’s just say it was a long night, the sun rising in the east before I was able to close my eyes and grab a cat nap. I called my secretary telling her I would be late, but instead of understanding she insisted I get my butt to the office and now, since she had not been able to view the new packaging for her boss. I looked down at my body seeing a most feminine body encased in a sexy nightie, that was far from conservative.

I had to dress myself, my closet now had only a females clothes to choose from. So had to look to find what I needed to be presentable. When I sat at Katie’s vanity I looked in the mirror and groaned. My makeup was still almost perfect, and my hair only needed me to run my fingers through it to be acceptable. I imagine my makeup was different than Katie's since hers often smudges from kissing or eating a meal especially her lipstick.

I made the trip to my office knowing that sooner or later I would have to face the world looking like this. Molly, my secretary was out from behind her desk in an instant grabbing my hands and appraising the merchandise. I received numerous hugs, along with numerous compliments about my appearance.

Then just like that it was back to business mode, as she showed me to my desk with numerous piles of papers each dealing with a different subject. She went through each pile then when she got to the biggest pile she told me it was responses from the community about my dressing and acting as a female now. I was told there was one hundred and fifty emails from community leaders, friends and business acquaintances about my gender change.

To sum it up the main sentiment expressed in these emails was its about time. So I suggest you get busy, each of these emails needs to be responded to, thanking them for their thoughts and expressing your continued dedication to the community. I got another hug and she left me to my task.

I am not sure what to think, but it seems this is now my life, a most wonderful life filled with love, friendship and caring.

Paula did get elected as Woman of the Year an honor I am very proud of. I just wish Katie would ease up some with the nightly show of affection I do need my beauty sleep now and then.

P.S. Five years later I am still living the life of a female both in business and at home. Katie watches over me like a hawk, making sure that no one gets a chance at me. I am cherished and loved to the extreme. On more than one occasion it is almost time to get up before I get a chance to close my eyes and get a little sleep.

Twice a week appointments at the salon to keep me pretty, and a multitude of female friends to support me. I have added to my businesses, now numbering twenty three at last count. I help around the community as often as I can and have served on several civic groups. I am still proud of the year I was awarded Woman Of The Year. A life changing event for sure.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca Walker

Stephanie: Marriage Turned Into A FLR

 Stephanie: Marriage Turned Into A FLR

I was very fearful of all the new laws and rules regarding Female Led Relationships that have been passed recently, commonly known as FLR’s these days. A year ago it was not even a defined term, now it was all you heard anyone taking about. Once the makeup of congress passed fifty-one percent female there was lots of talk about FLR’s in legislative circles and then a few months later bills started being presented establishing rules and guidelines for these now popular relationships.

At first most males disregarded the talk, and then the legislation that came next. Unfortunately, it was not all talk, a lot of the rules and laws passed establishing strict behavior for the male involved in such a relationship. The occupant in the White House went along with all of this, his election was only because a large percentage of females voted for him. If he was to get past one term, pleasing his female constituency was necessary. There was even quite a bit of talk about the President’s wife declaring their marriage a FLR.

A marriage was now almost a requirement in any relationship between a man and a woman. In these new marriages and in all previous marriages the female was designated the head of the household. She made all of the major decisions regarding housing, employment and the type of relationship she wanted with her spouse. A lot of males tried to rebel at being told what to do and when. The female in the relationship simply had them fired from their job. Not able to support themselves anymore, and not being able to get another job made them buckle under quickly. There was no longer a choice for them.

A few filed for a divorce hoping that being separated from their controlling spouse might allow them to return to a somewhat normal life. Instead they found themselves unable to get a divorce, if the female spouse didn’t want a divorce they were stuck. The only way out was if they could prove they had been physically abused, the judge would then grant the divorce, but it did not change the job prospects. The male would then have to enter into another relationship, where the female would then possibly permit the male to work outside the home.

At first there were countless appeals about these new rules and regulations but the supreme court also had recently become predominantly female and the cases were thrown out, ever last one of them. There was a lot of accusations from the male population about all of this not being legal, but there was no one to come to their support. Existing male lawyers were having enough trouble of their own with their relationships without trying to challenge the laws.

Lara and I had been married for three years now, the marriage occurring before any of this FLR business started appearing. It was based on love, even if she had to make most of the advances toward me initially. I thought she was too good for me, her job in upper level management with her making almost eighty thousand dollars a year placed her several notches above me. I had managed to find a job in retail, a store selling things for the home. Not furniture, but draperies, bedspreads and some items to decorate the home with. I made a comfortable living managing to pay the expenses for our automobiles and the utilities for our home. Lara’s money paid the rest of the house expenses, clothing and food. She invested some of it in some stocks from time to time, her investments doing quite well for her. We had one checking account where both of our paychecks were deposited, but she now wrote the checks to pay bills when needed. No debit card for me, only one for Lara. There was also a savings account in her name only. I had no problem with that since any money in that account would have come from her salary in the first place.

I worried that eventually she might decide that what I was doing would be counter productive to her wishes, thus eliminating any employment out in the work force for me. I never brought it up in conversation not wanting her to start thinking about it. The first clue of things changing was when the bank notified me that I am no longer listed on our checking accounts. Then a few weeks later my paychecks were made out to Lara instead of me, since she is the head of the household. Finally, the DMV notified me that my name had been taken off both of our car titles, and that on my next drivers license renewal Lara would have to sign for me to be able to drive a car.
The downhill spiral had started. In the next few weeks the business I worked for changed what they were selling, now specializing in uniforms for domestic help. They had seen the writing on the wall, with more males leaving the workforce, they now were confined to the home, performing jobs that cooks and maids did in the past. Of course, the modern female required her stay at home help to be dressed appropriately so the need for a proper uniform. I had no training in this field so they told me I would be sent for a two week training course.

Once Lara learned of this she informed them that I quit. I so wanted to protest her decision, but hadn’t the slightest idea of how to approach the subject. So I worked one more day then made my way home. I had my final pay check stub still in its envelope with me, the money itself already deposited in the bank account. Lara hugged me, but then sent me to the kitchen to warm up the leftovers from last night. That done I set the table and waited for her to change her clothes and come to dinner.

I just knew that my world as I knew it was gone, now probably having to work at home caring for the house and cooking our meals. That in itself would not be bad, but how I might be attired to perform those tasks did concern me. The females in these new relationships seemed to want to put their husbands back into the roles that they had escaped from just a few years ago.

I pulled out her chair for her as she came into the dining room. She looked at what I had prepared and smiled. I nibbled on my food, my appetite had vanished when I had left work, my whole world is changing and I am not sure where my place in this relationship is anymore. She ate quietly, looking my way often to see what my expression was. After she finished she placed her fork down and scooted back from the table. She called me over, I got up and went to where she was seated, figuring she wanted me to take her dirty dishes to the kitchen. Instead she pulled me down in her lap and put her arms around me pulling me tightly into her embrace. I sighed and relaxed, not sure what to do or what to say.

“I know you are confused and disillusioned. I still love you the same as when we married, but things are changing and maybe for the better. I want you as my partner in this, I will handle making the money and big decisions and you will keep the house up and cook our meals. I have a kinky side to me, one that I have not shared with you. So now that I can make it happen I want you in the role of my wife, dressed as a female of the fifties and looking after me and our house. I want you to try it, I think you will love the role once you let your male ego go. I want it all, makeup, clothing and a female looking body. Something I can play with after a hard day at the office.

I have arranged for your transformation, my decision but I would like you to go willingly at least for the first appointment. They will take care of everything, clothes, hair, makeup and any body changes necessary to meet my expectations. That appointment is for tomorrow morning at seven A.M.

Now for some other good news. As I have mentioned before I have invested some of our money in various ways and more than one of them has paid off. You will never want for anything in the future, I can provide almost anything you might desire, especially the pretty clothes that I want for you. I will come straight from work tomorrow to take you to dinner, no excuses allowed from you. I will make a few stops on my way home, some things I need to obtain for you to be given to you after we return home.

The day after tomorrow our chauffeur will take you to our new house in our limo. You need to look around the new house, your domain for the foreseeable future. Then back home so you can start packing our things for the move. Please for me keep an open mind and try it first before you poo poo the idea.

She pulled me a little closer then leaned closer and kissed me. Her lips pushed tight against mine, her tongue invading my mouth and throat. It was some kiss, with me having to pull away to get additional air to breathe. Then as if she hadn’t enough she did it again this time her tongue going wild in my mouth. I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of being loved, even if my world had just been turned upside down.

I dressed in some sweats the next morning as Lara checked me over before our chauffeur escorted me to our car. Heck before yesterday I didn’t even know we had a chauffeur or a limo. I did receive a passionate kiss before I was led away, maybe somehow I will be able to survive all of this. The drive to the salon took a little over a half hour, the chauffeur making sure I made it to their reception desk. They were expecting me, several ladies taking my hand and leading me to one of their treatment rooms. My sweats were removed and thrown in the garbage, now naked and feeling very vulnerable. Not a feeling I was comfortable with.

A cream was used to remove all of my body hair, then I was helped up on a table for my feminine body modifications. At no time was I asked if I wanted this, although the ladies did assure me that I will be very pretty when they are finished with me. That was not what I wanted to hear at this point. Feet placed in stirrups extending from the end of the table and secured. Then my hands placed in an apparatus that held each finger splayed wide so they could work on my nails. A blindfold was placed over my eyes and then they started on my body modifications. I felt someone doing something to my groin, my little fella scared and trying to withdraw within my body. A spray of something and then I felt nothing. The mind comes up with all kinds of scenarios when vision is taken out of the picture. I could see me being castrated, all in the name of female superiority. No feeling down there, and unable to see if that indeed was what had happened left me in tears.

I felt something glued to my chest, two somethings to be specific. A hose or two laid across my chest then attached to the objects, a sudden suction pulling some of my flesh into the objects starting soon thereafter. I let out several sighs, but someone working on my fingernails had gained my attention. The suction was still prevalent on my chest, but now I was wondering what was being done to my fingernails. My mind did deduce that I was probably getting breasts, the lack of feeling down below probably a female sex, maybe even one that is permanent. I imagined I would have long fingernails now, something Lara had done often when she visited the salon. I thought about protesting what they were doing to me, but in the back of my mind I knew it would be fruitless.

Someone else played with my ears, and soon I felt earrings being inserted into the warm flesh. Some part of the earrings was laying on my neck, a new feeling I would have to get used to. It seemed that time stood still, not being to see a clock or watch I had no idea how long I spent there on the table. There was some feeling returning to my groin, but I did not feel junior between my legs anymore. It did feel moist down there, not wanting to think what that might imply for me.

Released from the table, then moved to a salon chair for the rest of my transformation. I felt the new breasts sway on my chest, not wanting to look down there to confirm what I was feeling. I did take a glance at my nails, long sexy extensions extending from each finger, painted in a pink polish.

My hair was washed and conditioned, then set in curlers. A hair dryer was set up behind me and my curlers were bathed in warm air. During that time they applied makeup to my face, taking extra time on my eyes and lips. My hair was brushed out after the curlers were removed, the curly tendrils framing my face and dangling around my ears.

Lara coming in, kissing me on the tip of my nose returning me to the present, I imagine she is already off work and somehow the ten hours since I was dropped off at the salon have passed. Lara did help me get dressed in a gorgeous bra and pantie set, then a slip, followed with a black dress that molded to my body as if it was skin. As she was helping me with the clothes she was examining the new merchandise, especially my nipples as they were rubbed then pinched. I know in the past I have done that to Lara, but to be on the receiving end an eye opening experience.

Helped to the limo, then driven to a restaurant we seldom ate at due to its exorbitant prices. Helped out of the limo, my feet still unsteady in the towering heels I had been given to wear. My chair held for me as we were seated at a table. Lara did have to instruct me in the proper way to sit in a dress, the obvious male dressed as a server smiling as I had to stand and sit properly. Lara ordered for us, and the server left to get our drinks. His uniform was quite sexy, obviously another victim of the FLR society.

I nibbled at the food, not really that hungry, my new chest appendages quite distracting to me. When my arm brushed against them the nipples swelled, sending unwanted feelings to my poor stressed mind. The nails made holding a fork nearly impossible, so there was not that much nourishment that made it to my stomach. Later Lara scooted closer and fed me bits of food stealing little kisses in between each bite. That part I did not mind. I was definitely the submissive one now afraid to do anything without being told to. My confidence lost, my decision making ability now non existent.

The ride home was nice, as she pulled me close to her, laying my head on her shoulder. I almost fell asleep, being held that way so nice. Once in the house, I was taken directly to our bedroom, then undressed. I swallowed hard, fearing what was next, when she led me to our bed and laid me on it I knew what might be in store for me. She was doing the same thing I used to do to her after a night out, now I was to be on the receiving end.

She stayed true to the script, loving and passionate sex, my new orifices getting a workout from her dildo. My breasts especially my nipples did not get left out, now quite sore after two hours of Lara playing with them. Then after we laid there for awhile getting our breath back she gave me my surprises. She pulled something out of a bag and rubbed it up and down over my pussy, then in one swift move slid it into my wet pussy. Before I could get over the feelings it was causing I heard a click, the belt attached to the surprise being locked around my body. I had been placed in a chastity belt, so that Lara could feel confident that I would be safe and secure for when she wanted to play with me again. I gave her a dirty look, but that was short lived as she fastened two clamps on my nipples, to get them off I would need a key to unlock the apparatus. The pressure from the clamps was significant, but after awhile I sort of got used to the pressure, although I definitely knew they were there.

The next morning I was awoke early, sleeping with something in my new pussy and clamps on your nipples is not the easiest thing to do. I did manage some short naps, but moving around in the bed, my clamps and dildo making any longer of a rest impossible. I did make Lara some breakfast, her thanking me by giving my clamps a tug and rubbing my groin to make sure my intruder was aware of her presence. I did notice that the clamps made the bra stick out quite a bit more, the cups now at least a cup larger than when I left the salon yesterday.

Lara did inform me that my name has been changed, Steven will not do for the name of her housewife and love. I waited for her to tell me what it had been changed to, but she just smiled making me ask her. Giggling she told me that I am now Stephanie, the paperwork filed in the courts just yesterday. I sighed again, it seemed to be something I was doing a lot of recently.

It was almost an hour later when the feelings subsided enough to call the chauffeur to take me to our new home. A new arrangement, a female led relationship, one that I can and will lovingly endure forever.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Pippy; Sissy Pageant Entrant

Pippy; Sissy Pageant Entrant

Normally being a part of a large family is beneficial, or at least somewhat helpful. I was one of the six children that our parents had, four boys and two girls. Mom was methodical in her bearing of children, having two sons each a year apart. Then two girls next, each one of them also a year apart. Then things went haywire and her next visit to the hospital bore twins, identical twin boys. Maybe because she skipped a couple of years before she had us, her timing might have been thrown off. There were complications my brother was wedged in the wrong way blocking the birth canal. They had to do a cesarean to get things untangled and eventually we both emerged.

My brother was a few minutes older since he appeared first, but that was not the only problem my mother faced that day. While getting us out the doctor inadvertently damaged her womb, so as soon as we were out he had to repair the damage. Five hours later Mom was taken back to her room, two scrawny hungry babies wanting to be fed. Over the next few days Mom decided that was it for children, telling my father to get a vasectomy or she would cut it off herself. With a house full, Dad took the hint and soon we were to be the last of the brood.

Dad hired a nanny to help Mom, especially with two of us it was greatly appreciated by all concerned. Later in life, according to my other brothers and sisters, there was considerable frustration with us, we were always hungry, grouchy and often a pain in the ass for Mom and Nanny. This was told to us and anybody who was interested when asked about our upbringing. Once Mom recouped from her child bearing years, she went back to her career as a bank manager. That left the two of us for Nanny to be raised and cared for. I never thought Mom didn’t care about us, it was just the appeal of a position with authority. A one word definition would be power, power to be someone who is admired and respected something she did not feel she had as a Mother with six children.

I guess we were more than enough to handle when young, the nanny took to dressing us as girls quite often, since our sister’s clothing was still functional and we seemed to be quieter when dressed that way. Of course, when school started the clothes were taken away and the rough boys clothing had to be endured. I managed to do better than my brother, he threw a fit when not in his female clothes, even once stripping off his male clothes at school and refusing to put them back on. That caused all kinds of ruckus as both of our parents were called to come and pick him up. I was taken home too, them not wanting to make a second trip later for me. It was a chilly ride, with Mom and my brother going at it verbally.

In the weeks to come Nanny managed to bribe him to wearing the more unisex female clothing to school, but once home he was out of them and into dresses as soon as he made it into the house. He was bullied some at school, myself and several teachers bailing him out of a beating more than once in his grade school years. I was teased some by association, since I was the freaks twin brother. There were lots of names used when addressing my brother, none of them favorable. Freak or tranny the most widely used of those names.

For high school, my parents and Nanny finally gave in and sent him to a private girl’s school. No more trouble, he fit in well and was happy in his dresses and makeup. He was an excellent student, earning straight A’s all during his school years. Of course his grades made my life miserable, I was not as focused as he was, so a B or two and mainly C’s was the best that I could accomplish. My parents pointed to my report card every six weeks, wanting to know why I couldn’t do as well as my brother. I had no answer, we even tested with the same IQ, so a lack of intelligence could not be blamed for my shortfalls.

Our older sisters welcomed him to their girls club, more fun shopping, and talking about boys that way. He fit in perfectly often knowing more than his sisters about fashion and makeup. Then Mom heard about a pageant for sissy boys, of course she was interested, finding all about it and when the pageant was to be held. Our sisters never wanted to do pageants with Mom, although she tried often to get them interested. They steadfastly refused to participate, so Mom kept with her career, but now a possible pageant with her sissy son to look forward to.

I would often find her in her office late at night when I was on my way to bed, glued to the computer with pamphlets strewn all over the desk. On occasion she would not pick them up and put them away, the next day I would enter the office, anxious to see what she was so concerned with. That was my introduction to what was in store for my brother. I am sure it would be perfect, a way for her to be the sissy she truly wanted to be. It never bothered her to be called a sissy, she viewed it more like a title or honor. In fact I often teased her about being the girliest sissy I knew. We got along, but it was not the close bonding of an identical twin, more like a girl and boy friendship.

Participating in a pageant, that was quite a different story for my brother. They went to the first one, and Pippy, her female name, won easily. Thus started her path into the sissy pageant circuit. Mom and her were off most weekends, traveling all across the U.S, hitting as many pageants as they could. Some were simple pageants, offering a trophy and a sash for the winner. Others were major affairs, having talent and bathing suit competitions along with the standard beauty pageant tropes. Some of the contests had substantial prize money, Pippy winning enough to pay all their expenses and put a little aside for later. Since this was a lifelong wish of Mother, a life on the pageant circuit, she quit her bank job and became a full time pageant Mother. Of course, Pippy was thrilled, she getting to indulge in her dresses and all things female now whenever she wanted.

There developed something between the two, even when home Mom and her would be doing things together, typically Mother and daughter things. My sisters were jealous of the two, they wanted nothing to do with the pageants, but would have loved to do the shopping, cooking and socials that Pippy got to enjoy with Mom. Dad stayed detached, knowing that any intervention with Mom about his son might raise her full ire.

I was just there, entering my sophomore year at high school. My grades never improved that much, I was bored most of the time. I tried out for sport teams, but was just as uncoordinated at them as I was at getting better grades. Maybe I was just not motivated enough to do well. My older brothers did things with Dad, my sisters had found a network of female friends to do things with leaving me the odd one out. I just didn’t fit in with any of them, too many years difference between my older brothers and me, too little interest in what my sisters did.

Mom and Pippy had been shopping for weeks now getting new clothes for the upcoming pageant season. Like school the pageants took a few weeks break in August before starting again the first week of September. Pippy did have a couple of friends that she met at some of the pageants that lived locally. It was on one of those sleepovers with one of her friends that she was exposed to measles. Of course, it was inevitable that she came down with a bad case of them, the doctor confining her to bed for several weeks. Well that threw a monkey wrench in the pageant thing, according to the doctor Pippy would miss at least three pageants before she would be well enough to travel and participate again.

Nanny took care of the infected child, since no one else had ever had measles including Mom and Dad. The two were sequestered in the apartment above the garage, where they had everything they needed to exist. In fact it was Nanny that had taken Pippy to the doctor to be diagnosed. Mom was beside herself for several days, her entrant in all the pageants out of commission for several weeks. Then one morning she noticed me eating my breakfast cereal alone in the kitchen. If I had been aware of how she was eyeing me up I should have run as fast as my legs could carry me to somewhere safe.

Mom once she decided something is a force of nature, making plans and always getting her way. I was grabbed after putting my dishes away and taken to her room. As soon as were arrived I was undressed, as she surveyed my naked body. Unfortunately my twin and I were exact look a likes even down to birth marks and body structure. Since I never was able to do much sport wise my body never developed much muscle, hence I looked pretty much like Pippy, only having shorter hair.

One of Pippy’s dresses was slipped over my head and I came to the realization of what she was planning. I panicked, tried to get out of her grasp then broke down in tears. Mom held me for the longest time, it felt so good, something I had been denied since early in grade school. The tears did eventually dry up, but I savored the embrace even snuggling a little closer to her body. It was almost an hour later when Mom made her pitch to me.

“I need to have someone fill in for Pippy in the pageants. You would be perfect in that role. Please consider doing this for me. I know I have ignored you as a child, maybe we can connect on some level while you fill in for your sister. I know you have protected her often at school, risking your own well being while doing so. Let’s face it I have been a lousy Mother, letting the Nanny do what I should have been doing most of my life. Can you give it a try for me, if after we get you all dolled up you don’t want to do the pageants I will not force you. I know I am asking the world of you, but it would mean so much to me. Pleaseeeee.”

Of course, I was so unaccustomed to the different ways that a female can get the opposite sex to do her bidding I fell for it and in less than thirty minutes we were off to her salon. Still in the dress, with a pair of frilly panties slid up underneath it. The silky panties almost doing me in as she pulled them up my legs. The only thing saving me from massive eruptions was when she pulled my thingy back hard as she pulled the panties snugly in place to hold it there. In a nano second it shrunk, almost to oblivion at her rough handling of my crown jewels.

I reluctantly got out of the car at the beauty salon, but then was grabbed by my hand and led in to my demise. At least to me it seemed to be my demise, the salon so girly that even walking down the aisle I felt I was on my last few moments on this planet. I was introduced to another lady, she seemed nice and friendly. Mom exited leaving me with the lady not knowing what was going to be done to me. I didn’t miss Mom leaving with the dress I was wearing in her hands. The lady introduced herself to me, her name was Tricia and she would be seeing to my transformation today. She took time to explain what she was going to do, and how it would be done. Nothing she was going to do today was permanent, a few things taking a couple of days to return to a masculine appearance. Piercing my ears would be one of the things lasting longer, but if I didn’t wear earrings in them the holes would eventually heal up.

I told her in a little pathetic voice I was trying this for Mom, not sure if I would actually participate in the pageants yet. It all scares me, being dressed as a sissy and parading around on a stage in front of lots of people. I got a hug from Tricia, then let’s get started, one beautiful sissy coming up.

All kinds of treatments were performed on me over the next few hours. Each look in the mirror showing a little more of the male in me vanishing. I kind of liked the look, not exactly like Pippy but very close. The earrings were fascinating, I especially like the dangle earrings in the bottom holes as they swung against my neck sending little shivers all through my body. That was until she glued some breast forms to my chest. Once she released them and they pulled down some on my chest, all thoughts of the earrings ceased to exist.

Then she moved to my groin, explaining that my male thingy needed to be glued back and hidden under a silicone vagina, to keep my appearance feminine at all times. She made sure I understood he will still be there, just not visible to others. I was kind of in favor of that, fearing that if I got excited I might embarrass myself something awful in a dress. It felt funny looking down there and seeing a slit. I knew what a female’s sex looked like, having classes in human sexuality my first year of high school. Never saw one in person, girls still scared me, all seemed so self-assured and driven, while I was content to do as I was told and ride things out to an eventual end.

My nails were done somewhere in this time period, extensions were added making them long and quite feminine. Once the bright pink polish was added, there was little doubt they belonged to a female or a sissy. I got a permanent, a smelly treatment of the hair that made my hair into little rings of curls, assuring my hairdo would last for weeks. I gave her a funny look, as she smiled at me “It can be undone if necessary, but will keep your hair just perfect for a would be sissy.” Not exactly reassuring but too late to avoid that particular treatment. It did make my hair super curly, changing how I looked quite a bit. All of my male essence seemed gone now, nothing but this sissy want a be now sitting in the salon chair.

Makeup next after my hair was set in curlers, larger this time to help shape the finished hairstyle. I just shrugged my shoulders, at this point it was all downhill from here on out. The roller coaster pulled out from the start, gaining in speed as I attempted to stand up wanting to get off. By the time it entered the first turn it was too late, the lap rail was in place holding me secure to the seat as the roller coaster climbed for the first of many downhill runs. I was in the seat and a sissy was the only thing to emerge, so I took a deep breath and screamed in my head as the sissy coaster did its job.

When I managed to come back to the here and now I was mesmerized at my image in the mirror. My hair was out of the curlers, a cute curly hairdo emphasizing my feminine looks. The makeup erased any doubts of the gender of this sissy, my newly shaped eyebrows screamed female, not model like female but super girly sissy.

I was helped out of the salon chair, still a little unsteady after being in it for hours. I looked at the accompanying table at the clothes picked out for me and nearly fainted. It started with a brief pantie with tons of lace on the fanny portion of the garment. Then a bra to hold my little boobies secure in its embrace. Of course it matched in color to the panties, also trimmed in matching lace. Then a corset held up to me, Tricia telling me that my waist was not very lady like and this would handle the problem. It was secured around me and tightened quite a bit. Tomorrow after sleeping in it, it could be tightened some more giving me the figure I desired. Then some stockings silky and secured to the corset garter tabs. I was glad that my thing was hid away, the feel of the stockings did all kinds of things to my body, I am sure if he was out it would have been embarrassing.

Then the dress, my mouth was open all the way as soon as I caught a glimpse of it. Pink and pale lavender in color with huge flowing skirts with sewn in petticoats underneath the dresses skirt. Trimmed in contrasting lace it was so frilly, even though I had seen Pippy several times in her sissy dresses this one outdid them all. I was left alone for a few minutes, standing in front of the mirror and examining the reflected image. I was almost identical to Pippy, maybe a little cuter in my opinion. Yes I said cuter, somehow this had all been processed by my mind, realizing that replacing her for a while was going to be fun. Fun, but also scary weird since what I will become is far from anything normal for a young male.

Mom came to get me shortly thereafter, took one look at me and squealed. I have never heard Mom squeal like a teenager before, causing me to giggle at her actions. I was hugged, kissed and hugged some more. She paid the bill thanking Tricia for her services. I was taken to the car and driven home. Mom calling Nanny to take a look at me. Again the hugging and kissing, apparently everybody pleased at how feminine I turned out.

I ran to my room to get a closer look at my body and face, passing Dad on the stairs. All I heard was Pippy you should not be in the house, you will give one of us the measles if you stay. I finished running to my room and entered locking the door behind me, let Mom tell Dad I am not Pippy but his youngest son. I did hear some yelling a little while later, apparently Dad not happy loosing another son to the sissy world. I knew it would not change anything Mom ruled the roost and has always done so, her word always the last word.

I stood in front of my mirror staring at my image, a cute sissy in such a feminine dress, white stockings and a matching lavender kitten heel. Makeup and my head in tight little girl curls completed the image. I remembered Pippy in a similar hairdo, only she had ribbons woven in among the curls to match her dress. I rubbed my lips over my lipstick savoring the taste and feel. I held up my hands looking at the longer fingernails now all painted in a matching pink color to my dress and lipstick. Even though I was in high school now I looked much younger maybe ten or twelve years of age. I stood there turning back and forth to see all sides of my appearance. That is where Mom found me after I unlocked the bedroom door.

She had made several calls, the main thing was that I will now be attending the girls school alongside Pippy. In fact Mom decided I would take over Pippy’s identity and name, the old Pippy now becoming Tippy, a name my sister preferred all along. Thus when she recovered we both would be entered in the sissy pageants, as twins Pippy and Tippy. She had already made entry in several more pageants to coincide with the expected time of Tippy’s full recovery.

I realized that my trial period had vanished, now I was to be a sissy for the foreseeable future. Nanny would start training me in the feminine ways and movements as she had done for Tippy. That would be done in the house so she could keep an eye on Tippy in between my training. I would be checked out of my present school and after a couple of weeks of training start at the girl’s school along with Tippy.

After receiving some basic training as a wanna be sissy and several more visits to the salon I was anxiously awaiting attending my first sissy pageant. Mom and I drove the three hundred miles to the pageant, while I reminisced about the last few weeks. I did win the first pageant, my enthusiasm for doing this suddenly through the roof. Now I was looking ahead. To the next pageant and beyond.

Originally I was dead set against it, to dress like an immature female and prance around seemed like a death sentence. Day by day the disguise seemed to affect me. lowering my resistance to the things I was doing. The clothes felt wonderful, not like my old male clothing. I think the deciding factor was my image. When I looked in the mirror I saw a young attractive sissy, dressed in her feminine finery and smiling. The smiling never done much when I was a male. My previous experience as a male was not bad, but lacked anything exciting or unusual. I had a few friends, we did things together but looking back they were just something to do, not really things I enjoyed or would want to do again later in life. The friends part was just a word, for they meant nothing to me and I am sure I meant very little to them.

Already I could tell a difference in my thinking, what would have been a definite no-no in the past, now openly embraced. When this all ends will the male me re-appear or will he be lost and trapped in frilly dresses and girly actions. The dresses, the makeup and acting girly I was actually looking forward to it. So much for my years as a male, all of that trashed in an instant as soon as I got a look at my image in the mirror. But will it be for the short term, or will it be for the rest of my life? I sincerely hope the latter.

Tippy joined me a few weeks later on the pageant circuit, where we won almost every pageant we were entered in. At home we excelled in our studies at the girl’s school, where I finally found a niche that suited me. We both had a lot of female friends, the girls loved our clothes, even though a little juvenile looking for most of them. They were jealous of all the clothes we got to wear, our makeup and the jewelry we wore all the time.

When we reached the ripe old age of eighteen, we could no longer participate in the pageants, Mom finding us jobs as models for a manufacturer of young girl’s clothing, most of what would be classified as sissy wear. The job paid well, and we were featured in most of the young female magazines, now recognized wherever we appeared in public. We did end up back at a lot of the pageants, as spoke persons for the clothing company, doing impromptu modeling shows featuring all of the new designs available for the young sissies.

In a way I was thankful Tippy caught the measles, allowing me to take her place. Otherwise I would have missed a special part of my life, becoming a sissy and taking part in all of the pageants. Regrets, no way. Give me a sissy dress, some makeup and a curly hair style and I am in heaven. Entered in that first pageant, the path to my future became evident. A future I still look forward to every day.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca