Margie; Second Hand Princess

Margie; Second Hand Princess

I had just recently moved to Scottsdale, Arizona as a result of my mother’s death. My only living relative was going to allow me to stay with her for a couple of years, since there was no one else. Up to recently my Mom and I were living just outside of Amarillo, Texas on a small farm that my Dad used to operate. He got killed several years ago when his tractor overturned as he drove it along a small stream next to one of his fields. He was caught under one of the wheels when it rolled over and he was squashed.

Mom didn’t know anything about farming so she leased out the land to a neighboring farmer. Her claim to fame was running a bar near downtown. She watched over things, bar tended when necessary, and generally saw to the operation of the place. She had started with the owner when she left high school, and had worked her way up to the manager’s job.

Three weeks ago, two men tried to rob the bar, holding one of the waitress’s hostage as they emptied the register. They found very little money, which pissed them off. They threw one of the waitresses against the bar hard, her screaming just further aggravating them. Mom rushed to help the waitress, and was shot in the chest. She comforted the waitress, even though she, herself, was bleeding. The sirens were close and the two would be robbers ran out the front door. When the police and ambulance arrived they went right to Mom, she insisted they help Sonia first, then and only then would she allow them to help her.

It was touch and go for almost a week before Mom lost the battle. I was at the hospital as much as they would allow, staying at a neighbor’s house in between. When Mom died I was in her room, holding her hand as tight as I could. I don’t know how long I was there, I knew when they removed her from the room, but I had no place to go and nobody left. I remember someone helping me into bed, then exhaustion. Sometime later a female came into the room, and grabbed my hand. She looked familiar, but in my current condition, I couldn’t put a name to her face.

“I am Peggy, your mother’s sister and I have come to take care of you.” Everything I had been holding back for days all came rushing out, the tears and sobbing soaking my shirt. She held me, comforting me as much as she could. Finally she laid me back on the bed, laid beside me and ran her fingers through my hair. I sobbed some more, that simple act is what Mom often did for me, when I was distressed or worried. I apparently fell asleep, for I remember nothing else until the next morning.

That morning Peggy took me home. As I moped around the house she took care of the funeral arrangements, then went through the house with me to see what I might want, also what might be of use to her. I really didn’t want to move, but there were too many memories here. The funeral was small, the way Mom wanted it, only a few friends and some of the people where she worked. We received word from the gal that Mom had saved that she was going to fully recover, something Mom would have been thrilled about.

Peggy arranged with the school for me to take my finals early, since she had to get back to her business, and couldn’t wait the three weeks that were left of school. I passed all of them easily and we began packing everything up. Since Peggy owned and operated a thrift type store, everything made the trip. Some things were marked for her house, the other items for the store.

The moving van gathered everything up, and we handed over the keys to a local real estate office that would rent the place out and see to any maintenance problems if necessary. Our flight out to Phoenix, the nearest city with an airport, left later that day, arriving around seven P.M. local time. Peggy’s car was still in long term parking, so after a short shuttle ride we were heading to her house.

I was certainly surprised when we pulled up in front a gorgeous ranch house that looked bigger than three of our older house. It was situated on a couple of acres of land on the far northern edge of Scottsdale. Although the acreage around her house was planted in native plants, I could see no cactus or other desert looking items in her landscape. It was natural looking, the architecture of the house blending in with the adjacent scenery. The sun was setting on the western horizon, the reds and oranges of an Arizona sunset quite spectacular.

She showed me my room, told me I could fix it up anyway I wanted, since the room was currently obviously for a female, the curtains and the light apple green color a dead giveaway. I placed my bag in the closet and asked if I could walk around a little outside. She flicked on some lights, the outdoors lighting up quickly. Nothing harsh and bright, all subdued lighting, although enough to see where you were going. The shadows and illuminated shrubbery made for a pleasant sight, the last colors of the sunset fading away gently in the western sky.

I followed a trail heading to a small Gazebo that looked inviting. It was pretty here, but all new, me missing my Mom the hardest to take. I set in the gazebo for several hours watching the stars twinkling in the night sky and the shooting stars streaking across the night sky. Peggy walked up to the gazebo and asked if she could sit with me. I moved over and she sat next to me. Nothing was said for a while, just two people looking at the stars.

“Are you going to be alright? I know losing you Mom has hurt you, but she wouldn’t wanting you moping around. Life is too short for that. Why don’t you come inside with me, we can have some hot chocolate and then turn in. Tomorrow is another day and we will face it together, just you and me.”

We walked hand in hand to the house, the hot chocolate she made was very good, making things seem a little better. We both found our bedrooms, in mine I was soon asleep, never even remembering where I was spending the night. The next morning, however, I did realize where I was, a huge sigh escaped, thinking of what I would never get a chance to experience again, my mother’s love. I did the bathroom thing, then wandered to the kitchen.

Peggy was making breakfast, fresh squeezed orange juice and sausage biscuits. I was hungry, quickly finishing off the plate of them. Peggy smiled. “At least, you still have your appetite.” She suggested that I accompany her to the store, something for me to do, to keep my mind off the obvious. I dressed in some jeans and a hoodie, then waited until she was ready. Her store was quite a few miles away, in the nearby town of Tempe, home of Arizona State University. The university one of the largest in Arizona, home of sixty thousand plus students. A lot of her customers were college kids, buying secondhand items to help make Daddy’s money last for the four years of college.

As she opened up the store I looked around to see what all she had in the store. The store was much bigger than the small storefront implied. It ran back almost three hundred feet from the front door. There were numerous skylights making the store look bright and cheery. After a brief glance around, I concluded that you could find almost anything you wanted here.

Her racks of clothes were most impressive, everything from evening gowns to bathing suits. A lot of the clothes looked brand new, most likely bought, then for some reason never worn, when the pile got big enough donate them to the thrift store to be rid of them. I even saw a few of them with the original sales tag still on the item.

I found myself looking through some of the skirts, taking each one and evaluating it against some unknown standards. I didn’t hear Peggy come up behind me, so I was surprised when she asked if I found anything that I just had to have.

I blushed bright red, wondering how I was going to explain looking at the skirts. I have never seen a male look at skirts in a store unless his wife is very near. I had been looking at the rack of skirts for quite some time, even separating out a few that looked good to me. Peggy looked through what I had separated from the rest, then pulled them off the rack and handed them to me. The changing room is through the curtains, use the one toward the back, that one is reserved for us. Let me know if you need help with a zipper or buttons. I looked at her with my mouth open, she just pushed me toward the back and returned to what she was doing.

I walked along slowly trying to think what to do. I should turn around and return them to the rack, I am not even sure why I picked them out. By the time I had finished that thought I was at the door to the changing room. Oh well, the damage has already been done, might as well try them on. I slipped off my jeans and shoes trying on the first skirt. Surprisingly, I had selected ones that looked like they would fit me, heck I didn’t even know what female size I would take. It was a pencil skirt, tan in color and reaching about half way down my thigh. It fit snug, but was quite comfortable.

Suddenly the door opened and Peggy took a look at me, I was trying to turn away from her. Not sure what that might accomplish, since she had already seen me in the skirt. She placed her arms on my shoulders and turned me back around. I looked down at the floor, my eyes trying to avoid her stare. She lifted my chin up and smiled. “It looks good on you, and I have the perfect pair of brown patent leather heels to match it. You wear a size eight don’t you?”

I couldn’t believe her reaction, but my mind had already freaked out and I started sobbing. She held me closely, not saying anything, just holding me and comforting me. “Everything will be alright, the skirt looks good on you, but the longer I hold you the longer you have to wait for the cute heels that I have to go with it.” I tried to stop crying, taking short breaths and rubbing my eyes. I finally managed to stop and she left me for a minute, returning with a cute pair of heels, just as she had described.

I slipped them on, the four inch heel height taking a few minutes to get accustomed to. Then the red color of my cheeks came back into play. I had tried on the heels without even thinking, now dressed in the skirt and heels, not a normal look for a young male. I should get out of them quickly, but instead turned to look in the mirror again to see how I looked. I had never tried on female’s clothes in the past, I was not sure why I did it today.

I am approaching my eighteenth birthday, old enough to know better, but the happenings of the last week had affected me more than I could stand. I would never be able to share things with my Mom again, that camaraderie gone forever. Peggy is alright, she seems to care about me, has bent over backwards to welcome me into her home and life. That helps a lot, but the big bottomless pit is still there, probably never to be filled again.

I was still in the changing room, still in the heels and skirt. I am not sure why, I liked the outfit, but why a male is wearing it escapes me. From the waist down I look like a female, but the top is still quite masculine. Peggy opens the door again handing me a stack of clothing. I take it but stare at it, she giggles, “to try them on you have to take off your male clothes and place these items on your body. I will help you with the bra, so let’s get that hoodie off of you.” It is slipped over my head and she slips my arms through the straps of a bra. She reaches behind me and fastens the clasps, then adjusts the shoulder straps.

A blouse follows, a light brown color with lace trim in the same color as the skirt. A smile appears on my face, looking at the image I see in the mirror. Peggy again enters the changing room telling me to remove my shorts and put on the panties. Once my shorts are removed she takes them and my other male clothes and leaves. It takes me a minute or two to realize what she has done, quickly I leave the changing room and try to find her.

She is the backroom, preparing some other clothes so they can be added to the racks on the floor. When I show up, she hands me a hair brush, telling me to move my ponytail higher on my head and then to put on some lipstick, on the counter in the changing room. I stand there, she can’t be serious, but she continues working on the new additions to the store. I decide to humor her, I can’t see where she has put my clothes, the ones I have on at least covering me up. I return to the changing room brush my hair a little higher and redo the ponytail. The lipstick is there so I apply a coat to my lips and go back to find Peggy.

As I walk up she looks at me up and down, then pushes a rack of clothes toward me. “Put these on the floor, in the appropriate areas, picking out any good looking combinations and put them on the mannequins. When you get a customer call me and I will show you how to run the register.” I stood there staring at her, surely she can’t be serious, I am dressed as a female, I am sure the first customer I meet will scream and run from the store.

“You have work to do young lady, so let’s get to it. I am not paying you to look in the mirror all day.” I sense a Twilight Zone moment, but my mind is already checked out, so I push the rack to the floor and start adding the clothes to the racks. I decide to keep colors together, grouping them in basic color shades, also separating them by types of skirts or blouses. After a few minutes I also sort them by size, making it much easier for a customer to find what they want.

Yes, I am obsessive about organizing things, often doing it at our house causing Mom to throw up her hands since she couldn’t find anything. As I add the clothes to the display racks I find a few more items that I like and keep them together at the end of the rack.

A half hour later a couple of women come into the shop, looked around some and ask where the skirts are. I show them the rack they are on since I had been shopping on it most of the morning. I was surprised they didn’t run, instead they asked if I knew if there was some A line skirts there in a light blue. I squeezed in between them and grabbed the four items that might meet their requirements. As I handed them to the lady that asked, I told her the changing room is in the back if she wanted to try them on. The two ladies took the items and went to the back.

Ten minutes later they returned, telling me they would take three of them and handing the items to me. I placed them on a bar near the register and returned to my work. They were still looking around, now in the section of blouses. Peggy had a lot of blouses occupying at least six of her display racks. The same lady introduced herself and asked me for some advice on what blouses would go with each skirt.

I tried to be professional, but my interaction with a customer was scaring me to death. Peggy watched from a distance, but never volunteered to help, although I did see a smile or two as I was being observed. I went through the racks I had sorted and found several selections that would go well with the skirts she had selected. After handing them over to her, she went to try them on, coming back a little while later with her selections. I showed her a purse that would tie in nicely and they bought that too.

When they approached the register Peggy came up and showed me how to ring up the sale. I collected the money, gave the customer her correct change and quietly went back to work. Peggy never said much, but I caught her observing me quite often that day. I ended up waiting on several more customers that day, at one point both Peggy and I had customers that we were waiting on. The customers I was able to observe seemed to be shopping at the areas that I had sorted as to types, sizes and colors. Peggy even left me alone for a while as she went to get some lunch, the customer I was waiting on was no problem as I rang her up.

When she returned with lunch we set at a table in her small office and nibbled on the salads that she had obtained. The broiled chicken on the salads was especially good. After cleaning up she told me that it was settled, I would be working at the store for the foreseeable future. I let a huge smile appear on my face, this is something I liked to do, and apparently I was fairly good at it. It was on the way home that she let the other part of the deal slip out. I would be working at the store as a female, my interaction with the female customers today so normal, like I had been doing it most of my life.

I presume that is why I was allowed to pick some blouses today to go with the skirts I had picked out earlier. She stopped on the way home, dashing into one of the large super stores buying me panties, a bra, and some camis to go with my other clothing I had selected. So one day with her and I had started dressing as a female and acting like one. Quite a change from my past life as a male and son to my mother.

When we got home I expected to go to my room and wait for dinner. That decision was changed for me quickly as she told me that since I was female now I could help prepare dinner and also clean up afterwards. My expression was classic, mouth open, eyes wide and even a stutter every now and then. It was said seriously, but soon she was giggling and shortly I joined her in the giggling fest. I did help prepare supper, making a salad for us and making some soup from a mix. Peggy set the table and advised me in the meals preparation, for her part in this deal.

After we had consumed our meal, I took the dishes to the sink and washed them that I knew how to do well. “Hang all you things in the closet, your underwear in the top drawer of the dresser. Usually I wash all the things from the thrift store for my own personal use, if they are clean when I get them at the store they don’t get washed there, only the ones that come in dirty or smelly. There have been occurrences of bed bugs, and other assorted insects every once in a while. Each day we will find you some new clothes, I can’t have my help looking poorly.”

I smiled before I caught myself, I am sure Peggy caught the smile, knowing that I liked the clothes is one thing, that I wanted to wear them all the time another. I made my way to the bedroom, taking time to inspect them before I hung them. I noticed a button on one of the skirts that was loose, I would have to ask Peggy how to repair it. I laid out my choices for tomorrow, something my mother used to do. As I did so a tear gently ran down my cheek, I miss her so much.

When I turned around to head to the living room Peggy is standing in the door, smiling at me. She holds out her arms and I quickly close the distance and melt into her embrace. It was almost as good as being hugged by Mom. We stayed in the embrace for quite some time, I for one, didn’t want the moment to end. I lowered my head to her shoulder, a tear or two sliding out of my moist eyes. When we finally broke the hug, I was dragged to the laundry room where the earlier choices that we deemed necessary to be cleaned were in a pile on the washing machine.

She showed me how to properly set the machine and load the clothes, which detergent to use and the appropriate fabric softener. When the machine was started we headed to the den to sit and talk. She asked a lot of questions, mostly about what I liked and disliked about what I had been doing the last day or two.

“Do you want to continue in the female role and work at the store or is there something else you would prefer to be doing? I want a truthful answer, there is going to be no judgment by me of what you decide. I have my ideas on the subject and I have indicated my choice. But this is your life, so your happiness needs to be considered. Too many people listen to others, do what others want them too, ending up living their life in the most miserable way possible. So now the ball is in your court, think it over and let me know, the decision is not one to be taken lightly, it will affect you for years to come and in many different ways.”

I set there in silence for a while, I had decided the first twenty minutes I was in her store, but was it a hasty decision or what I really wanted. I got up and moved next to her on the couch, leaned in where I could lean on her and told her that I wanted to be a female, the whole deal, clothes, body, and personality if she would help me I would be most grateful. Before she could say anything I replied for the rest of my life. She turned towards me hugging me, and we stayed in the hug until the buzzer on the washing machine told us the load was done. I felt safe in her arms, the closeness comforting just as if I was being hugged and comforted by my Mom.

Maybe that was part of the fascination with the female clothes, a way to remember my Mom. That day I often thought of her, of the things we used to do together, of the quiet days watching TV or working on a jigsaw puzzle. Being on a farm, I was kind of isolated, no one close to interact with. Other males usually were volunteered to help their fathers in farming, no time to hang around and do things with others their same age.

Mom’s evenings were committed to the bar, their busiest time. Since it was closed on Sunday that was her one and only day off. I would spend time on my studies, surf the internet, or just daydream of a life that would probably never happen. Mom and I talked often, of what she would like to do in her life, of what I might like to do, but we knew that it was just a dream. Money would never allow anything other than what we had now. There would not be enough money for me to go to college, high school would have to be the pinnacle of my education.

She had tried to sell the farm once or twice, but the land was only barely farmable, so the offers were not there. The lease money on the land paid the taxes, plus allowed her enough to maintain the house and make needed repairs on appliances when needed. Now Peggy would receive the rent on the house and the farm land, to help in offsetting expenses my presence would cause.

My dressing never received much comment after the first few days, I learned what I needed to portray the female better and did it without thinking. There were a couple of comical disasters, but all in all it went smoothly. At work I just took over the female clothing section, I saw to it that the clothes were cleaned when received, hung properly and hung by kind and color. Three weeks into by new duties she handed me her car keys.

I gave her a funny look, then waited for a further explanation. “Here is some money, go to these addresses, there you will find our competition. Go through their clothes looking for items that would sell here at a higher price after they are displayed properly. Buy small amounts, never mentioning that you are re-selling these items. If there are lots of good choices mark it down and go back the next day. Wear a scarf over your head if possible, they do come into our store quite often and I don’t want them figuring out what we are doing, especially if they recognize you. Now scoot and on the way back pick us up some lunch.” She put the money in my hand, a scarf and hugged and kissed me then slapped my butt. I headed for the register to get my purse rubbing my butt and looking over my shoulder giggling.

I did make it to the other stores, finding quite a few items that would warrant buying them. Lunch was fried chicken, with cole slaw and french fries. It was good, both of us quickly devouring the items, nothing but the bag left when we finished. I processed the clothes and a little before five I managed to get them hung and on the sales floor. We had several last minute shoppers, some coeds from the university. It seems my tastes in clothing was exactly what they were looking for since all but one of the items I had bought were selected, tried on and purchased. Peggy was all smiles as they left, well tomorrow you head out again, since there is nothing left here to indicate you have done anything today besides look pretty and ring up a few sales.

I got hugged, now something I was looking forward to. The next day I was sent out even earlier, her wanting to be sure that I got first pick on the goodies at the other stores. Today’s disguise was a blond wig, the length reaching most of the way down my back. Again a swat to get me moving, I was still looking at my image in the mirror when my bottom received its motivation to get going. I did better today finding a lot of goodies, some at each of the different thrift stores I visited. I got some of the items processed, but did not have time to get them all to the floor. As we were leaving the store after she had locked up, she looked at the bag I was clutching to my bust. Nothing was said, but I knew that once we were home I would have to reveal its contents. Tonight we stopped for some take out, Chinese in kind and so mouth watering good. I had tried some as she finished driving home, my moans of pleasure making Peggy giggle all the more.

Once home we set the table and I got to finish sampling the goodies, ending up with seven empty containers of Chinese food and two overly stuffed females. I presume I had been assimilated during my time with her, each day my dressing as a female became more natural and automatic. She did nothing to encourage me, watching as I learned new things and perfected my makeup skills and how I coordinated my clothing. I never got asked what was in my bag, but the next day I showed up for breakfast in a flowery sun dress, the smile on my face saying it all. Peggy just grinned suggesting that the dress should sell for at least ten dollars and staring at me. I did the typical daughter thing, stuck out my tongue then ran and hugged her, purchase price handled.

It was bright and early on a Monday morning as I was getting ready to head out and look for more clothing to purchase when she stopped me and handed me a piece of paper with an address on it. At the top was my appointment time and Turnabout Special highlighted. Another swat on my butt, and I was out the door. Recently I had been looking forward to the swat most mornings, a Mother’s gesture to her daughter to get moving. Yes, Peggy was special to me, so like my Mother and so caring.

I made the trip to the other side of town, actually to the outskirts of Phoenix. The place was huge, its parking lot filled to capacity. I did find a spot as one of the ladies exiting from the salon was leaving. I had stared at her, a most beautiful lady although very tall and well built.

I mean that in more than one way. I found my way in and told them I had an appointment, the gal handling reception took one look at me then summoned another lady from the back. I was led off while I tried to keep track of what was going on in the salon. My mind was still trying to put together the bits of information my eyes had processed, but no conclusions were possible yet.

I was told what was scheduled for me and then asked to sign the permission slips authorizing the treatments. I had read what was stated on the slips and listened to her when she told me what I would experience. My mind was mush though, I felt like I wanted to experience everything, but knew deep down that a male would never allow any of these things to happen. I thought of the last few weeks, of Peggy and what she had me doing for the store. Then I thought of how I felt everyday after getting dressed in my feminine finery, yep there is no male left, just Margie, a name I had started associating with me, then signed the slips and laid back to enjoy a further step in my transition to the female persona.

I was pampered and treated. Each step erasing some of the male that was still visible in my image. Oh I passed most of the time, but upon a closer scrutiny there were a few male characteristics left and several female things that I did not possess. Well today’s treatments handled those and added a few more. My body hair was done away with, a cream melting what little hair I had on my thin frame, eyebrows included. Breast forms were added and my male thingy hid behind a beautiful vagina for the duration. Pierced ears, with two pair of earrings in each ear. They gave me several makeup lessons, I had being using mascara and lipstick, but using the wide array of cosmetics that I had now made such a difference in my appearance.

Then they moved to my hair. Since my hair was dyed blonde, I figured the blond wig I wore on occasion would match perfectly now. My hair was to my shoulders, the feminine cut they gave me along with the curls courtesy of some curlers and thirty minutes under a dryer just made me look that much better. I almost squealed when I saw my image in the mirror, I looked perfect now, a cute female dressed just like a college coed. I was pronounced finished and they took my picture handing me a new license with my current picture on it, a courtesy of the salon. As far as the state was concerned I was still a male on the records but now allowed to drive since I was portraying a female 24/7. I gave everyone that helped in changing my looks great big hugs and literally bounced out of the salon.

Of course, I had to show Peggy, her new daughter now looking so good and totally wound up. I ran up to her in the store, almost knocking her down. I did a twirl and kissed her hard, whispering thank you many times. Then had to run to the full length mirror we kept up near the registers to look at my image again. Peggy giggling away at my antics. We had several customers come in then and I skipped over to help them, bubbly and about to burst with enthusiasm. The rest of the afternoon was the same, busier than normal and me constantly trying to get glimpses of my new image. I did not miss looking at my image in every mirror I passed.

By dinner time I had calmed down some, a fact that Peggy was thankful for. I shooed her out of the kitchen when we got home, wanting to make her dinner as partial thanks for her treating me to the makeover. I made a meat loaf with roasted potatoes on the side, about the limit of my culinary abilities, but the way Peggy consumed her share and part of mine I must have done alright.

The next day at the store I was ushered out a few minutes after we arrived, Peggy telling me that she had sold almost everything I had purchased, and then some. So I spent the next four hours shopping for more goodies, finding quite a few nice things. We stayed late that night getting the new purchases laundered and hung, then out to the sales floor. We had ordered a pizza to be delivered as we ate and worked. At nearly ten we headed home and soon collapsed on our beds.

The next day we did make it into work but was thirty minutes late. We had a line at the door, several ladies looking at their watches. They were not upset, just anxious to do some shopping. By early afternoon we had sold almost everything I had purchased yesterday, including a couple of items I would have liked to abscond with. The next day as I was getting ready to head out Peggy stopped me, wanting me to stay and watch the shop while she ran a few errands. It was almost five when she returned, a huge smile on her face.

She helped me close up and then we went out to dinner, an actual restaurant instead of getting takeout. After we ate she told me that I would no longer be required to go out and shop, my look of desperation causing her to bust into laughter. It turns out she had met with each of her competitors arranging for her to buy their female clothes at a set price, to be delivered to her store once a week. That would save them from having to clean the purchases and price them, a job they would be more than happy to pass on. They had always wanted to steer toward the furniture end of it along with accessories for decorating the home. Now they had the space and money to do that. The one competitor that was not into furniture decided to do what we were doing, but specializing in male clothing, a win win for everybody.

Peggy had always called me her princess, a nickname Mom used to use for me, maybe she saw the feminine in me long ago. I did smile every time she called me that, for what reason I am not sure. Well I am apparently a princess now, a second hand princess of female clothing. I hope I never get to be anything else.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Claudia; Fashions And Friends

Claudia; Fashions And Friends

I started and developed my own business, a project very few people have had any luck with. It took more than a couple of years to get it off the ground and eventually profitable, but with perseverance and lots of will power I was able to succeed in the long run. My solution as to what to do to make that possible was to buy older clothes, that were being routinely disposed of at thrift stores and charity shops and remake them into current fashions. I started with male clothes. But found that was not my magical key to success. Men’s fashions do not change that much, so even if the garment was changed from the original design, it still looked somewhat out dated. However, female fashions were a totally different story. Take a full skirt and change the waistband, then re-cut it to a pencil style skirt after shortening the hem and the once disposable skirt, now a fashion desirable. The main advantage in using older clothes is the fabrics available back then were much higher quality then those in use today.

It took the gals that I hired a few days to catch on to what I wanted, but they were soon evaluating the incoming goods and turning it into modern fashionable designs that were sought after and desired by the bargain conscious female shopper. I purchased a warehouse, where the ladies could perform the work. Then stuck my neck out and bought new sewing machines and laundry equipment for the ladies to use. The warehouse was fair sized, but was kind of out of the way, hence the selling price was reasonable. It had a lot of skylights, so additional lighting was not necessary for the ladies to do the work, other than what was on the sewing machines.

At first, I only had a corner of the building I had purchased for the sale of the garments. As we produced more unique garments and word of mouth spread I decided to open a stand alone store specifically for selling the goodies we were producing. It took about two weeks for our customers to find the new store, since I was doing all of this without advertising what we were doing. Let’s face it money was tight, with the wages I was paying, two payments on property I was purchasing, and now more help to run the store.

Things progressed so at the end of the sixth month we now had five stores and word of mouth was spreading about what we offered and our reasonable prices. I now have two females out doing the buying, shopping all of the thrift stores within a hundred miles looking for goods we could redo. I had done the initial buying of clothes, but the gals did so much better at picking what could be transformed into something salable.

We had branched out to every type of female garment, including dresses, blouses, skirts, shorts and even some evening wear. In a couple of instances the places we shopped at would set aside incoming donations till we had a chance to go through them, they still got their desired price for the items but did not have to clean, hang and pay someone to sell the item.

My ladies doing the renovations on the garments now numbered fifty doing the cutting and sewing, along with twenty ladies manning the stores and selling the merchandise. The gals doing the renovations were accomplished seamstresses, taking an old garment and making it desirable, in most cases, in less than an hour. That along with the two ladies doing the purchasing left me with quite a payroll. The first year I had reasonable success with selling the goods, but paying on the properties I was buying and the initial cost of the sewing machines and laundry equipment left very little for me after payroll was deducted from the quote unquote profit. There was a light at the end of the tunnel though, as I now owned most of the equipment used in the production of the garments and had paid down considerable on the warehouse and stores I was purchasing that were used in making and selling the finished designs.

I found out from the two buyers that extra items were being added to their selections, the stores adding in things they could not sell rather than have to pay to dispose of said items. The girls had started marking their purchases with a colored plastic strip, barely visible but proof of what items they had indeed paid for. The ladies doing the cutting and sewing went through everything, if they could do something with the item it was handled whether it was a purchased item or not.

One of my first hires, a lady by the name of Florence did the sorting of each completed item, looking for the small plastic strip as she sorted the items to be sent to the stores. She quickly learned the wants of each stores clientele, sending the appropriate item to the store most likely to be able to sell that item. Things she was in doubt about were stored in the part of the warehouse where we first had set up a place to sell our products. Now that area was becoming full, but the ladies were doing such a good job in redesigning the clothes that I didn’t want to complain or in anyway make a fuss about what they chose to make out of the used clothes.

In a way we were like a big family, several of the ladies husbands drove their trucks and vans to pickup the clothes, with me paying them a fee for their efforts. One of the gals older daughters did the cleaning around the warehouse, then one day a week made a trip to each store to handle anything that needed to be done there. Every couple of weeks she would clean my apartment, I paid her a salary, her gratitude shown to me often quite visible. I was always hugged and received many cheek kisses, her little way to show me how much she appreciated the job. In fact, over the last two years most of my employees greeted me with hugs and kisses. I presume this treatment was since I did not tell them exactly what to do, just let them loose to do what they thought appropriate. I knew everybody by name and asked about their families as I made my rounds. Even though I had stopped to talk to them they never stopped sewing or working on their project.

My lease on my apartment was up for renewal in a month, the landlord seeing a way to squeeze more rent out of me, so I decided to convert the old store in the warehouse into an apartment for me. A couple of the gals husbands were contractors so Florence arranged to have them do the work, saving me quite a chunk of money. I had already seen some of their work at the stores as they remodeled a bathroom or built a service counter. Somehow, Florence made all the garments that were stored in the unused store disappear and the work began, I had told them what I desired, but left it up to them how it would be completed. I was forbidden to look at the work being done, Florence said it would be a nicer surprise when the job was completed. Eight weeks later they finished their work, at only a fraction of the estimated cost.

A grand unveiling was planned for this Friday, all of the employees invited to see what had been done and whether I liked it or not. We even closed the stores early so those ladies could attend. Florence arranged for everyone to make a dish to bring to the unveiling, tables being set up in the warehouse so everyone could partake of all of the goodies. I suggested that their families be included too, that suggestion getting me more than a little heartfelt attention and thanks from the ladies.

We ate first then the apartment doors were opened and everyone toured my new abode. I had tears in my eyes as I made my way through the place, everything I had desired and so much more. There were curtains over each window, recognizing a lot of the material used, then on the beds were matching bedspreads to coordinate with the curtains. Then I took in a deep breath, realizing that the place was fully furnished, not a stitch of my old worn out furniture from the old apartment visible. The furniture was all second hand some of it from the frequently visited thrift stores, but refinished or re-upholstered as needed. I looked at Florence, who nodded and came to hug me, whispering that all of this was a gift from the girls for what I have done for them. She took hold of my arm and showed me the rest of the place, it was truly phenomenal what they had accomplished.

Florence announced the showing was over, pushing everybody out of the apartment. Once everybody but a few of the girls and her were remaining I was told that the next part of my surprise is non negotiable. Carmelita the gal who cleans my apartment and the rest of the facilities is mainly responsible for this next part. She discovered a hidden stash of clothing at your apartment, along with a wig, some cosmetics and a few other assorted sundries. Your dressing secrets have been talked about for a long time, but know we have proof of our suspicions. So we have decided this has went on long enough. She reached over to me and started unbuttoning my shirt, while one of the others undid my belt and let my pants drop to the floor. As the other gals left the apartment with a piece of my male clothing in their hands, wide spread giggling could be heard.

That left me with Florence who stepped over to one of the closets and swung the door open revealing an awesome array of feminine clothing. At the end of the closet was shelves with underwear neatly stacked on each shelf. The gals had sewn each and every piece selecting their material from all of the free goods that accompanied the items we purchased. Then I was taken by the hand to the second bedroom where an even larger closet was loaded with more feminine finery, racks of shoes lining the floor under the dresses.

On a vanity table near this closet set all of my makeup and two wigs, each on their styrofoam heads. Florence turned me so I had to look at her, you are to dress as a female now, the gals insist, nothing else is acceptable to them. I was pulled tighter to her and hugged tightly, then she suggested it was such a waste standing there nude when so many beautiful feminine clothes were available for wearing.

“The girls have one more surprise for you. Tomorrow at nine A.M. you have an appointment at the Turnabout Gurl salon to convert that male figure into something more appropriate for all of these nice clothes.”

“Once the salon learned what the girls wanted and checked into what we did, the services to correct your figure deficiencies will be no charge to you, since the salon has a favor or two they would like to trade for. In fact, they want to sell some of your items in their salon, a contract to supply them is awaiting for your perusal in your office. I don’t think you will have to worry about selling the goods in the future. Now get dressed, I am tired of looking at that male figure, we need something more colorful and feminine to grace our owner. Something to reflect her true nature in life.”

“Now get some clothes on, the gals are waiting in the warehouse to see you in your new persona, so lets not disappoint them.” I did dress in some of the gorgeous clothes they had made for me, feeling like a princess. I was literally dragged back out to the warehouse, where I spent the next three hours talking with everyone, trying to express my gratitude for all they have done for me. I was hugged tenderly by every gal, called by my new name Claudia and shown the love they had for me. It did not surprise me that not a stitch of my male clothing was ever seen again. The few male garments I was wearing that day left when the gals returned to the warehouse so I could get dressed.

The appointment the next morning took care of my figure deficiencies, Claude now permanently missing. The owner of the salon had made a point to be in town, so she could talk to me about purchasing our clothes to sell in the salons. They already handled a lot of new clothing, but wanted to set aside an area for what we made. In most cases our garments were of better quality than what they were buying new, so a much better deal for their customers. I almost had a heart attack when she mentioned she had over two hundred salons, wanting everything we could produce for her salons.

As they were working on my hair and nails I pondered what to do with the stores I now had. Francine the owner of the salons suggested I set them up as thrift stores, taking donations from the public, then sorting then to what could be worked on. All of the stores but one had no other thrift stores within miles, so we would not be endangering our relationship with ones we were already buying from. It all sounded good to me so I made a note to tell Florence my ideas and let her handle the details.

As I was leaving the salon after they finished with me, I saw my image in the mirror. No doubt any more, the feminine part of me is here to stay, something I had secretly desired for years, but couldn’t figure out a way to make it happen. My friends saw that part of me and made sure it did happen, indeed my employees are my friends, my best friends.

Over the next few weeks we made all the changes, now buying clothes from all over the state. I have seventy seamstresses working for the company now, five buyers out purchasing more goods and five company owned thrift stores. The last store has been turned into a production facility for evening wear, with ten gals there creating lots of beautiful dresses. The deal with the salons worked out perfectly, they sell our creations about as fast as we make them. We will probably have to expand again to be able to keep up with the demand.

Just like in my business, making stylish fashions from discards. Claudia is the stylish female and Claude is the discard. The best part of my job is now going through all of the new clothes picking out what I like for myself. There is an advantage to being the owner, Claudia will always be the best dressed female in town. Also the female with lots of true friends, life couldn't be any better.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Laura: A Life Changing Bet

Laura: A Life Changing Bet

The time had crept up on me, a year earlier my wife and I had an argument about her outrageous salon charges for maintaining her hair style and appearance. Looking back the charges were not that excessive, but I was jealous of anything that took any funds from our joint bank account, money I wanted to spend on my desire to succeed at my job.

We were both employed, her progress in her career much better than mine. She was an executive in her company, a promotion she obtained six months after she was hired. I was hired about the same time as she was, but never did progress past the entry level job. I was desperate to climb the corporate ladder, but being rebuffed at every attempt. I thought that any success at making that promotion was in being dressed as a successful corporate player. Three piece suits, fancy ties and expensive shoes were the norm for me.

I mingled with my competition at sporting events, at the bars after work and at any company function whether I was invited or not. Needless to say all of this was expensive, when compared to what I had managed to obtain job wise, a pure waste of money.

The argument with my wife about her weekly salon charges was an attempt to secure more money for my project. Her salon did do wonders for her, a truly beautiful woman emerged after her weekly appointments. All I could see was that money being used in my attempt at being promoted, to my warped mind a much better use of the funds.

As you can guess she prevailed, her salon appointments secure. But she did make a bet with me. She would loan me the value of a year’s worth of salon appointments for my project, but if after a year I had not managed to secure a promotion I would have to go to the same salon appointments as her for the next year. During that year I would not have any of our joint funds for my project, all funding for my idiotic project will come to a halt.

The money she will loan me is from her private account, money from an inheritance she received when her father died a couple of years ago. All I saw from the bet was more money for my climb up the corporate ladder, never dreaming I might not make it above what I am now. In a year surely I will be promoted at least once, maybe even more than that if I played my cards right. I agreed to the bet, we scribbled the bet down on a piece of paper and both of us signed the bottom. It was folded up and placed in her jewelry box for safe keeping. The next day she gave me a check for the money and I deposited it in our joint bank account.

Things returned to normal, I continued on my spending spree, several new suits and a three hundred dollar pair of shoes my first acquisitions. Over the next few months nothing happened, I had spent all of the money she loaned me and more with no success on the job front.

Monica suggested that I let my hair grow longer, since most of my male colleagues had hair down to their collar already and it didn’t seem to hinder their climb up the corporate ladder. So my monthly barber shop visits were canceled and my hair grew much longer. She also suggested some vitamins, for me to take, helping me with my overall health and giving me more stamina. I eagerly agreed, since I was already suffering from fatigue. Drinking with the boys, sleepless nights and job pressures were taking their toll on me.

The time seemed to fly by, at the end of the year came up I had already gave up hope of being successful, since I had spent most of our extra funds on my project, their was nothing left to make any significant change. I had stopped going out with the boys, no sporting events and unless I was required to attend, no company functions were participated in.

Two days later the agreement we had signed, a year ago, was placed in front of my place at the breakfast table with a time for my first appointment noted at the top of the paper. Then the reality of the situation suddenly made it to the frontal lobe of my brain. I was going to have the same treatments done to me as she experienced, then have to go to work with the changes for all to see. I tried to reason with her, but her finger on my lips stopped that protest immediately.

“You agreed to the bet, it is not my fault you did not realize the full extent of the wager. You have spent a huge portion of our joint funds, plus what I loaned you on this ridiculous scheme of yours. It is now time to pay the piper for your actions. You will attend the salon at the same time I am there, with us both getting the same treatments to make us pretty and beautiful.”

I tried to sway here telling her that I will likely be fired because of my looks, she just smiled.

“Whatever the outcome we will deal with it. If fired you can handle the cleaning, meals and laundry at home, essentially becoming a housewife. If you are moved laterally at work you will accept it willingly, since all of this has a direct connection to your actions over the last year. End of discussion, since this is all because of your attempts to succeed, which, I might remind you, that have failed miserably.”

“We leave for the salon at eight tomorrow morning, the appointment taking about three to four hours. I will drive us, then after the appointment I can drop you off at work. At quitting time I can pick you up, saving quite a bit on gas and car expenses in the meantime. If they terminate you, you can wait in the lobby till five when I will be by to pick you up.”

My comment to all of this never made it out of my mouth, her finger on my lips signaling the end of any further discussion. I suddenly lost any appetite I might have had, now worry consuming me and my thoughts. If only I had moderated my involvement in this project things might have turned out different.

Monica was up before me picking something for me to wear from her closet, then pushed me into the shower. She smeared a cream over every inch of my body, had me wait for fifteen minutes then wash it off. What little body hair I had was now gone, my skin now smooth and soft because of the cream. When I finished in the shower I dried off then proceeded to the bedroom. She was waiting giving me a pair of her panties to wear. I declined pushing her hand with them back towards her. She grabbed a hold of junior, then rubbed the panties over him causing all kinds of eruptions on his part. Another pair of panties were handed me after she cleaned me up and I reluctantly pulled them up my legs. I was embarrassed at her jerking me off destroying any resistance I might have had to her efforts.

I got a blouse to wear, essentially a white dress shirt with buttons on the wrong side, the sleeves long and the fabric of the blouse thinner and nearly transparent. A pair of pants was next, my sigh at being given them instead of a skirt made Monica giggle. The pants had a rear zipper and fitted my body tightly. No socks, a pair of loafers instead of my regular male shoes. She gathered up my ID, credit cards and cash from my wallet and put them in her purse. I was furnished a smaller purse, since the pants had no pockets with enough cash for lunch only. As I was coming to terms with all of these changes I was dragged out the front door and deposited in the passenger seat of her car. A short ride to the salon, then helped out of my seat and led into the salon. We were seated next to each other, while a tech came over and started on Monica. The same tech would be working on both of us, Monica first then me right after she finished with Monica.

Monica’s hair was washed and conditioned, then trimmed into a very feminine hair style. Curlers were added next, as I watched and groaned knowing I would be next. I looked pleadingly at Monica trying to get her attention. When she looked my way she had such a huge smirk on her face. I lowered my eyes some, not wanting to admit that I was trapped, nothing I could do would get me out of this. Unfortunately for me I had walked into the trap too easily. Once her curlers were finished I was next, my hair also washed and conditioned then I received the curlers too. My hair was still a little shorter than Monica’s, but I was told that shortcoming would be handled on my next appointment. She did shape my hair cutting off the split ends as she did so. I did notice she had cut my hair on my forehead into a cute set of bangs, to match Monica’s already cute bangs.

I tried to picture me with Monica’s hair do, the red from extreme embarrassment spreading through out my face and neck. I was placed under the dryer like Monica as the tech moved to work on Monica’s nails. She removed the polish then filed them as needed, applying several coats of new fingernail polish to finish the manicure. She checked the dryness of Monica’s hair, then moved to my nails. It took her longer to get mine into shape, having to file and file to get them presentable. Than to my horror, she glued short extensions to my nails so that my length would match Monica’s. Again the polish, with me having to avoid looking at my nails since they had totally changed the appearance of my hands and arms.

The tech moved back to Monica as she removed her curlers, brushing her hair into the set style. A liberal dose of hair spray to maintain the look and the hairstyle was finished. Monica looked in my direction seeing the fear etched on my face. Her hairstyle seemed far more feminine than she had indulged in previously, most likely a change to insure the degree of my changes to be quite significant.

My hair was next, curlers removed then brushed like Monica’s the hair style was the same, only my hair was shorter then hers. I closed my eyes tightly, not wanting to see my new hair do. Monica asked a question of me causing me to look her way noticing the tech starting on her makeup. Oh gawd no, I let out a pitiful moan, shook my head as the curls of my new hair do bounced against my ears. Of course, Monica was giggling now, her planned bet with me giving her more entertainment than she expected.

I was there as the morning progressed, but out of it mentally. I remember my eyebrows being shaped, to match my wife’s. I remembered mascara being applied to my lashes, several coats that made my lashes heavy and so noticeable. The rest of the makeup followed, things added to my eyes, rouge for my cheeks and lipstick for my plumped lips. In the mirror when I forced myself to peek, there was no sign of anything male, a cute feminine persona the only thing visible now.

I waited to see if the tech was going to do anything else to Monica, then let out another pathetic moan as she approached to add another hole to her ears. A diamond stud no less, quite a bit bigger then the previous earrings she wore in her ears. I was handled next as two studs now matching Monica’s were in place. Quite noticeable not to be missed by anyone looking in my direction.

Monica got up from her chair and walked over to me pulling me from my chair and grabbing a hold of my face in her hands. I was kissed passionately, and for quite some time. When she released me I was breathless, disoriented, and almost dizzy. She held on to me than led me to the front of the salon. She paid for our appointments, using my credit card, then added a tip for our tech. Of course, an appointment was made for next week, same time but two hours longer since I had to have extensions added to match Monica's hair length. Out to her car and then she asked me if I was hungry. I told her I had no appetite at all I just wanted to go home and sulk.

" I will drop you off at work then, not eating will help you to lose a little weight, to be able to wear my dresses you need to lose several pounds. The comment about wearing her dresses was not forgotten, but I so wished that I had never heard that comment.

I was dropped off in front of our offices, quickly finding myself alone and now scared shitless. One of the visitors was holding the front door for me, so I swallowed hard and made my way into the offices. I headed for my normal cubicle, but was apprehended and led to the personnel department instead. Set down in front of the manager of that department I was asked to explain my manor of dress for today. I decided not to elaborate on the bet and my future looks because of it. I simply replied that I liked the look and wanted to try it out at work.

He seemed baffled at my statement but decided to proceed with what he had in mind for me. I would no longer be an executive, but relegatred to a P.A. position for one of the up and coming executives. I was to report to my new boss, a Jeremy Hunter on the third floor. I was familair with Jeremy. One of my percived colleagues that I was trying to get past in my striving for a promotion. To now be working for him quite humilating. I decided to try it for a couple of days, the prospect of becoming a housewife for Monica was not something I could get my head around.

I made my way to his offices and settled into the desk outside his office. He appeared a few minutes later took one look at me and then smiled. Nothing was said to me, as he handed me some papers he wanted retyped and a couple of emails he wanted sent company wide. It took me a few minutes to get signed in to the computer system, my user name now pretty girl. Along with my user name, my name was changed. The nameplate on the desk now proclaims the occupant is Ms. Laura Walker, since my male name was Laurence, feminine but still similair. The nameplate was there when I first seated myself at the desk, so all of this was obviously decided before hand.

I am sure several people in the company are getting their jollies off at my predictament. I completed the assigned work, then was handed some more things that had to be done. When break time came I ventured to the break room to retrieve a coke, the girls already there greeted me warmly, asking if I needed any help to let them know. Never in all of my career maneuvers here has anybody greeted me warmily or offered to help in any way.

I made it back to my desk and settled into the last three hours of work time, feeling like I now belonged somehow. I did manange to complete all of my assigned work, even put my desk in order for the next day. On my way out front to meet Monica I realized I actually enjoyed the work, the time went fast and the work was easy and stress free.

Monica was waiting for me, as I got into the car I noticed several bags of clothes in the back seat, Imagining they were probably for me, and none of them remotely masculine in nature. She asked how I made it through the day, not surprised at me being latrerally moved to a P.A. position. I looked at her wondering if she somehow knew in advance of my shift in positions. The fact that I was whisked away to personnel before anybody of authority had a chance to see me might indicate her involvement in some of this.

Once home she had me help her with dinner, with me in charge of making us some salads to eat. I was asked if I was kidded today by anyone, I truthfully said no although there was quite a bit of smirks and giggling in my area.

After dinner with me helping her clean up, she did put her hand on my forehead making sure I was not coming down with anything. I did get properly kissed in thanks for my help, then led off to the bedroom. My hair was placed in a net to help preserve the curls and I was shown how to remove my makeup. I was informed that I had to get up an hour earlier so that I could do my makeup and touch up my hairstyle. I had to apply moisturizer to my face and hands, then do my normal bathroom things regarding my teeth. When I returned from the bathroom I found a nightie laying on my side of the bed, so I decided to put it on, much better to have something else on other than the panties I had worn all day. The nightie did come with a matching pair of panties, silky and clean. I slipped under the covers, not wanting to stay visible in a frilly nightie and panties. It was a wasted effort as she got in next to me, pulled back my covers and groped my male organ and nipples. Things progressed and soon junior was inside her as she rode me like a cowboy, energetic and without any reservations. She collapsed on me with us dozing off with her laying on my body, her hot nipples trying to bore holes in my chest.

Morning came way too early, I was not awake yet as I was sat in front of her vanity as she showed me the steps to put on my makeup. I had to redo parts of it, but was surprised when I saw the feminine face from yesterday. She did have to help with my hair, my hands above my head were useless in getting it to look like it did yesterday.

I was dressed in some of her clothes again with her taking some measurements of my body to see if a dress was a possible option. I ended up with another pair of pants, even more form fitting than yesterday and bright pink in color. I had noticed she had more muted colors in her closet, but alas not for me to wear apparently. Another blouse this one buttoning up the back, with Monica having to do up my buttons. It was in an ivory color looking quite good paired with the pink pants.

Again she would drop me off, then pick me up after work. No ID, credit cards or cash other than a minimal amount for lunch in my purse. A lipstick was placed inside my little purse along with a mascara for makeup repairs during the day. I was still wary when she dropped me off at work, but made my way to my desk, then signed in and started on the pile of papers left for me this morning.

Nothing unusual for the day’s activities, but I was kept busy all day. I decided to skip lunch again, not really hungry and wanted to please Monica by losing some weight. I was a few minutes late getting down to the lobby wanting to finish the last of my work for the day. Monica gave me a stare as I slid into the passenger seat, flipping down the visor so I could check my makeup in the mirror. She kept quiet but I did get a giggle or two when she was at a stoplight. Thinking back such a feminine action and I have only been dressing as female for two days now.

Each day was a repeat of the day before, then it was time for my second salon appointment. Another tech joined the one from last week adding extensions to my hair as soon as my hair was washed and conditioned. I smelled a rat as the extensions were longer than Monica’s present hair length and there had been no mention of her receiving extensions too. I let it slide, the life of a female was not as bad as I first thought. I actually was looking forward to going to work everyday, no stress and being kept constantly busy left little time for worrying about my slow progression to all things female.

It was three weeks later when I could fit in one of her dresses, the smile on my face as I wore it out of the house told anyone how much I liked wearing the dress. It was also my first time in stockings and heels, another thrill that I wanted to experience every day now.

Three months later I was moved to another executive, same PA position but assigned to one of the higher ups. The worked changed a little more report typing and composing documents not just typing what had been written by somebody else. I really got into it asking Monica to delay in picking me up once in a while since I was in the middle of a report and wanted to finish it before leaving. Not an every night occurrence but usually more than once a week. Monica would spend the time shopping for us, with me calling her when I was almost finished.

Now my everyday clothing was mainly dresses, I even wore one on the weekends when I helped Monica clean the house and do laundry. Our love life couldn’t be any better, with her taking the lead we missed very few nights in our bedroom frolics. We kissed often and the kisses were intense and with tongue. No reason necessary, just step up and do it.

After the year was up, I never did revert back to my male persona, quite happy to be a female now, pampered by the salon, respected at work and loved dearly at home. What more could a female want out of life. It started out as a lost bet, but I am so thankful the bet was made in the first place and pleased that I lost it. Definitely a life changing bet.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Deborah: A Makeover To Make A Sale

 Deborah: A Makeover To Make A Sale

As I hung up the phone a huge smile emerged. After months I finally managed an appointment with the owner of the Turnabout Gurl Salons. If I could land their business I would be set for life. Still single, working as many hours as I can to make a go of something in my life. Up to now I haven’t been too successful, managing to make enough to handle expenses but not much more. Luckily, I didn’t have much interest in the opposite gender or I would be hopelessly broke all the time. Oh, I liked them, admired their beauty, but talking with them often left me speechless and nervous. I did manage to converse with my customers, most of them female, but the subject was always on what I sold or on their own business, never anything personal between us.

I am a salesman representing a plethora of companies all supplying products used in beauty salons. From curlers, to makeup, to hair care products. The company I worked for only sold to wholesale suppliers, not to individual salons. Since the Turnabout Gurl Salons had their own beauty supply company, that was who I was aiming for. On earlier attempts to sell to the wholesale entity, I was told I would have to meet with the owner of the chain, she would decide if my product was deemed worthwhile to be carried in the salons. Now that I have an appointment with Francine the owner, hopefully half of my job done.

On the day of the appointment I changed clothes four times, trying to choose the right look to impress her without being ostentatious. I finally decided on a new pair of Dockers and a knit shirt in a matching color. Hair in a ponytail, but kept low on my neck. I often used my hair as a selling point with regards to our line of hair care products, since my use of them regularly kept my hair soft and luxurious. Over the years I let it grow to a length that was decidedly not masculine, a bit lazy but in a way I was proud of its length and look. Overall a casual look, I hoped, but still business like.

I was to meet her in one of her salons, as I entered the salon in question, I was awestruck. I knew the salons were bigger than the usual beauty salon, but seeing it in person made me a believer. This one larger than a lot of retail stores, with a staff to handle that business.

Packed with customers as this ungodly hour, a sea of beautiful faces and hair styles. I had to wait a few minutes for Francine, since she was on the phone. As I looked around the salon, I was surprised at the number of males taking advantage of their services. I had read that it was a huge part of their business, but verification of that fact still made it unreal.

A tall lady approached from an office in the back, introduced herself and led me back to her office. For a salesman to be stricken speechless, a rare occurrence. This lady oozed confidence in both her actions and words.

Back in her office with my cases of samples, I started to tell her about my products. A few words into my spiel, she stopped me, telling me she preferred to see the products being used rather then hear about their merits. I gave her a quizzical look, but did not know how to respond. She asked if I had brought along a model so that she could see the products first hand being applied and used. I shook my head no, fearing I had already lost a possible sale.

“Can you demonstrate your products in use, if I furnish the model.”

Again another shake of my head, I do use the hair care products at home but never the curlers, makeup or other beauty products. She asked what other salons I sold to, with me naming a couple of salons that I sold to their beauty supply company. She quickly walked out of the office, with me sure that I had lost any chance of selling anything to her. She was gone for ten minutes, with me not knowing what to do. Do I pack everything up, getting ready to leave or do I wait till she returns? She returned later with another female, one that I recognized from my one of my other accounts. She used to work for a salon, that bought my products from one of my wholesale customers. I had briefly met her when she was at the customer’s business picking up supplies for the salon she worked for.

She asked me to open my cases and show Maureen what I had in them. I did so as Maureen looked through the cases to see if what she needed was indeed there in sufficient amount to do as Francine wanted. She did have a smirk on her face, as she pulled certain items out and laid them on a tray. Over the next twenty minutes quite a few items were added to the tray, representing most of the lines I carried. She told Francine there was sufficient quantity and in the right colors to do as she requested. I noticed the large amount that she had selected, but didn’t pay attention to what she had selected

Then Francine dropped the bomb on me, a smirk on her face as she did so.

“Since you do not have a model or can show the products in use I have asked Maureen to apply said products to the model of my choosing, that way I can see if they are as good as you say they are. The model is going to be you since you are available and are wanting to sell me said items.”

“Now go with Maureen to her station and she will use each of your products on you, that way I can see if they are as stated. I have closed circuit TV at each station so I can see what is happening while she applies them.”

I just sat there, numb and in shock. Francine walked over to me, picked up my hand and dragged me over to Maureen. She placed my hand in Maureen’s and then pushed me towards the door. Maureen giggled but led me away. A couple of the other employees had came to take the items that Maureen had selected to her station.

I don’t remember being taken to her station but when Maureen started removing my clothes I did become acutely aware of where I was at. I muttered a few words in protest but no one was listening. Suddenly naked along with a panic attack left me incoherent and frightened. I did get a hug, then she slipped a dress like garment over me, covering up my nakedness. I was sat in her chair, and leaned back, as she washed and conditioned my hair using the products from my samples. Still no verbal response from me, my mind still back in Francine’s office. With my eyes closed I tried to get my thoughts together, thinking of the other products in my case that now would be used on me. I let out a low moan, not wanting to go there. I did receive another giggle or two from my attentive hairdresser.

Meanwhile Maureen had used all of my hair care products on my hair, and was rinsing the last conditioner out. She used a comb to run through my hair, then picked up a pair of scissors. She leaned closer to me, telling me she was just going to cut off the split ends, then even up the lengths. I sighed, wondering how I had let myself get talked into this, then realized I never did agree to any of this, it was just assumed by all that I would be enthusiastic about what was going to be done to me. I did notice more hair on the garment covering me than what might have expected from cutting off the split ends. I could not manage to say dress when thinking about the garment I was wearing now. Too late to say anything about the extra hair being cut, that ship already has sailed.

When Maureen came into sight again I closed my eyes tight, in her hands were several of the human hair extensions that we carried, in a lighter shade of blonde. I did manage a brief utterance of something that might sound like words, but came out more like gibberish. I tried to shake my head no, but she was already tying in the first strands of blonde hair.

“You will look so cute, the lighter blonde strands will make your hair look frosted, setting off your face just perfectly.”

I hadn’t even realized that she had dried my hair with a blow dryer after cutting it, a few locks of my own hair touching my neck confirmed that fact. I was definitely in a daze, time meaning nothing to me.

I tried to mentally take an inventory again of the things in my sample case, now suddenly afraid of what I might look like after their use. Back to reality every now and then as the hair falling in my face showed how far she was progressing with the extensions.

It took her over two hours to tie in the hair extensions, the image reflecting in the mirror in front of me decidedly feminine. My hair was sprayed with a setting lotion, then wrapped in curlers. I think I saw the extra strength setting lotion bring used, its dark red label fairly obvious. The fact sheet on this particular setting lotion guaranteeing curls for a month.

After she was done winding my hair on the curlers, she moved to my fingernails, shaping and filing the existing nails to neat ovals, then adding in my longest extensions. Another sigh, each time I think I have lived through another experience, the next thing she went to seemed much worse. I doubt I looked anything like a male now, hair in curlers, and nails now extending past my fingertips by almost an inch. Of course, many coats of our gel polish, baked on under a UV light, making the polish almost permanent. In a shade of peach, with a glittery overcoat making the nails glisten in the light. Now that my nails were handled it was time to move to my makeup.

She used the cleansers and lotions to clean my face and condition it for the application of makeup. I did manage to mutter a desperate no, clearly stated but obviously ignored just as my other attempts to stop this ridiculous escapade. I tried to get out of the salon chair, but Maureen easily pushed me back down, informing me she was not done with me yet. She leaned in close to me, whispering for me to just go along with things, I think you will be pleasantly surprised at your new look and quite happy with Francine’s response to the new you. Besides we are too far along to change things now, even if I stop now you will look like a female no matter what clothes you might put on. Better to finish the look, then stand back and take it all in.

The makeup she had picked out was the semi-permanent type, a stain in reality, once applied soaking into the skin, and lasting for months. Lipstick had to be applied daily, although there was still color on the lips, the added application to make the lips glossy again. The image with makeup on changed the whole game.

She didn’t forget my eyelashes as she laid the container holding the lash extensions on my chest as she started adding them to my own lashes. These were pre-glued, just touching them to one of my own lashes would attach them. After a few minutes with a blow dryer the glue was semi permanent, lasting until the natural lash fell out.

It made all the difference in my appearance, now there would be no doubt of my gender, no matter how I was dressed. I no longer would be considered male by anybody, even ones that knew the male persona would have doubts now, serious doubts.

Back to my hair as the curlers were taken out after a brief stint under a hair dryer, to make sure the setting lotion had indeed dried. With the extensions my hair was so much fuller, the hair style she had cut in framing the face, with curls everywhere.

Maureen surprised me as she slid a blindfold over my eyes, then proceeded to remove the dress she had slid over me at the beginning of my transformation. She grabbed each of my hands and secured them to the arms of the chair, reassuring me that nothing bad is going to happen, just needed me to be cooperative so she could finish the transformation. Two good sized blobs were glued to my chest, the weight of said items telling me that they were the largest breast forms we sold. I sure hope she has not used the super adhesive, but since she had apparently used the hair remover first before she placed the breast forms on my chest, I doubt I would luck out. Then I felt a cool spray on my groin, and I knew my transformation to that of a female most likely for the long term. The matching vagina to the set of boobs now apparently glued to my groin, my male appendage now secured underneath leaving only a slit surrounded by two puffy lips in that region of my body. I still could feel him, I think but was no longer sure.

My blindfold was removed and my hands released from the chair. I was offered a bra and panty set to put on, a most delicious lacy set in a light tan color. I slipped them on quickly, not wanting to be naked with this body on display. The bra cups fitting snugly on my new breasts, a pleasant feeling as they seemed to be caressing the breasts. Maureen did have to hook up my bra, since I had very little experience in that area. I hadn’t even managed to remove one on a female, in my life. That is when Francine showed up, my face instantly getting redder and it was not from using too much blush.

I was hugged, then dragged back to her office. I complained about the lack of clothes, so she found me a dress to put on as we made it back to her office. The dress fit way too tight, accenting my new female figure to the max. I stood before her desk, not sure what to do now. I didn’t feel like a confident salesman, more like a timid female, with no confidence in my looks or actions. She told me that she had called my boss, and worked out a deal with her, for my participation in marketing my beauty products.

“Deborah will tour my salons, showing the techs what your products are capable of and answering any questions that might come up. Maureen will accompany you, your personal beautician to keep you looking feminine and pretty at all times. I will furnish all of your clothing and transportation to each of my salons. Since I have so many salons, a most likely permanent job for you.

“You don’t have to thank me, it is the least I can do for a female that was striving to find a way out of the male facade that you were living under. To prove my point take a look in the mirror and tell me I was wrong in my assumption.” Francine had stepped behind me hugging me from behind, forcing me to look at my image in the mirror.

I did stare at my image, a small smile appearing on my face followed by a larger one once I imagined a life as this female in the mirror was my future. The beauty products I sell making this all possible. Deborah, a pretty young female ready to spread her wings, taking her first steps toward a feminine life.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Hope; Embrace It And Find Love

Hope; Embrace It And Find Love

Some hair brained member of our schools senior class came up with this stupid idea. The Junior-Senior prom was coming up in a few weeks and in our high school there was not enough females for our guys. A most likely reason for that is the girl’s school down the way in the next adjoining town. It is a sought after school, any self-respecting female that could talk her parents into it would strive to be enrolled there. It was a status symbol, those that attended, looked up to and admired by all the rest. The end result left our school severally female deprived.

A member of the senior student council, suggested the idea, a way for all males to have a date and for the students to make a little money for their different clubs and activities. The idea sounded good at first, any sophomore girl that wanted to attend the prom could volunteer for the prom date auction. Then a week before the prom, a male could write in a vote for the female of their choice and their respective bid. If they were the highest bidder, the girl got to go to the prom with her purchaser and the student council will be richer.

The soon-to-be major problem had come from another member of my family attending the school, my idiotic brother. He was mister popular in the senior class, football quarterback, class president, straight A student, and member of almost every club on campus. He actually thought his idea would solve the problem, and the females would love it.

Our area would be considered high middle class to plain ass rich. That was one reason the girls school was so popular. The girls at our school were not dumb though, the idea of some boy buying a date for the prom riled them up quite a bit. They may be rich but resented the implication of submitting to an auction for a chance to go to a prom.

The idea had gotten some interest; a lot of the sophomore girls wanting to go to the prom pretty bad. The static from the other girls had yet to be heard from though. The instigator of this charming idea, my brother, was getting worried, no one signing up yet for his auction. The word was getting out, a lot of covert conversations were entered in to by some of the sophomore girls. Everybody knew they were up to no good, this particular group was quite upset by a female being auctioned off for a date. This was just not right in their opinion. Then, an application appeared for the auction, her name was Hope. They gave her height and weight, her interests, her likes and dislikes, hoping to create some interest.

Days before the write in voting, there were lots of conversations springing up all over campus. Mainly females, but also some of the male nerds were being invited into the plot. In a last minute attempt to salvage his idea, my idiot brother suggested that instead of one male getting the right to escort Hope to the prom, that all the guys bid on her with the total amounts of the bids going into the fund. They would then share Hope, each getting one or two dances with her during the evening. That idea kind of landed with a thud, since no one had seen a picture of Hope yet, in fact no one had heard of a female student named Hope.

The next morning several social media pages magically appeared, each sporting pictures of Hope. The guys flocked to the pages, and soon there was talk of a bidding war for Hope’s hand to the prom. The guy with the largest bid hoping to get a few more perks from her in the deal. I briefly looked at the pictures. She was pretty, also looked quite familiar; I knew I had seen her somewhere, but not sure where or when. I guess because my brother had come up with this insane idea, all talk about the idea and the vote conveniently avoided me. No one was talking to me about anything. I think the situation could be best described as me being suddenly perceived as a social outcast because of him.

Now we get to me, a sophomore, fairly good grades, but not as good as my brother’s. I would be hard pressed to come up with anything I was a member of, or any sport I played. I did play a few games of handball when I was a freshman, before I got beat by a mousy little girl fifteen to zip. That was the last handball I played.

I was five foot nine inches tall, weighed a hundred and forty pounds, and was basically a straight up and down pole. My only feature that I liked was my shoulder length hair. It was blonde like my mother’s, not brunette like my idiotic brother’s. No he man shoulders, in fact, any muscular development could not be found anywhere on my body.

I attended the football games with the other students at school, hoping to see my brother get flattened by some big husky lineman. We might have been brothers, but there was no brotherly connection to each other what so ever. Before this came up, I got along with the female students, we talked a lot and I helped some of them with their homework. In turn, they helped me with subjects I was having trouble with. Then, my big brother stepped in with his brain fart, and I was ostracized by everyone. I could tell he was worried, if his idea failed miserably, his reputation would take a beating. Two days before the vote was to be held his date for the prom dropped him like a hot potato. He panicked big time, but the militant females in the school had already gotten to the other girls. He tried anybody, and everybody, trying to secure another date for the prom. Absolutely no interest from anyone.

Then the principal of the school stepped into the fracas, changing how all of this was set-up. The guys could offer a bid, but the girl would chose who she would go with. Since the bids were for the school’s benefit, she allowed them all to be collected for school use, but the female would have the right to choose her own date. In other words, if the guys entered a bid, their bid would be collected, but no guarantee of a date; it was up to the female who she would choose. A few more girls entered their names, but that turned out to be only three more after the dust settled.

Still no one had ever seen Hope in person, the talk about who she really was occupied everybody’s conversation, both males and females. I knew my brother was worried, his appearance at the prom without a date would seriously mess with his reputation. He even went as far as borrowing some more money from our parents so that he could increase his bid for Hope, his last ditch effort to save face. Mom was dead set against it, she disliked his idea from the start, but didn’t say much because Dad stepped in and tried to sooth things out. The jury is still out on that verdict. I don’t think Dad will escape unscathed either. From the look on Mom’s face, I am quite sure of it.

I had just finished my last class for the day, heading for the bus to get home. I was intercepted by a group of girls and steered into one of the classrooms. There were five of them in total, Jamie being the most outspoken, and apparently the ring leader in this encounter. I was helped into one of the chairs we used for class, and Amy set on my lap to insure I didn’t get away. I rolled my eyes back into my head, dreading the words that would escape from Jamie’s mouth.

“We need your help, as you have seen this idea of your brothers has upset quite a few people. We are not possessions to be bought and sold, no matter what the end result is for. We have come up with a plan and now need the assistance of Hope to complete this exercise.” She was looking me square in the eye, seeing if I had made any connections yet.

I told you I was not that smart, my mind was working on it, but no revelations. Then like a bolt of lightning had hit me, I knew who Hope looked like, me. I struggled to get up, wanting to have nothing to do with any of this. Now I knew why Jamie was on my lap, her being one of the bigger girls, she easily kept me seated at the desk.

“We used one of your pictures and photo shopped it to create Hope. It is our idea to make your brother pay dearly for his poor choice of words and lack of good sense. There will be talk among the guys on what they will be bidding for, the chance to escort Hope to the prom. That should make Tom increase his bid to save face. It is our intention to get every last dime he has in retribution for his callous attitude towards females. He has already been told that no other female will go with him no matter what his bid. Everyone not involved in this fiasco has already turned him down for the prom. His last chance is Hope. We all have kidded him about his inability to get a date, such a poor excuse of a male, a supposed leader in our school and football, now a nobody without a date.

“Our idea is to have you be Hope, dressed to the nines to be his date. A little uncertainty on your part as to whom you will go with, but finally agreeing to be his date. Then after the prom is winding down, you unveil yourself and our mission is accomplished. The total destruction of his sexist personality. The only date he could obtain was his brother dressed as a girl! From now through college he will be labeled for who he truly is, not this fantastic student and sports star.

“We have avoided you to keep him off the track; we think his stupid ideas and attitude, has also ruined your social life. We have talked with your Mom, she likes the idea and will answer any questions you might have. The girls have all joined together and bought you a total transformation at the Salon, a gorgeous prom dress and all associated lingerie, makeup and shoes. Please do this for us, we will be with you every step of the way, to hold your hands and help you fit in. Afterwards, we will see that you get ample rewards for your effort, for doing something no other male would likely do for his friends.

“It is also our part of our plan, to have you attend school for one day as Hope, to whet his appetite. Everybody in the school other than your brother knows about this and will ensure you have a pleasant day. Even the teachers are in on this, including the principal. Then the day of the prom, a pampering at the salon all day, then he will pick you up at the salon. Please do this for us, you are aware of his attitude, he needs to have a little of it knocked out of him. Pleaseeeeeeeeeee.”

I was quiet for a few minutes, Jamie is asking a lot of me. I debated stepping aside, me dressed as a female not the easiest pill to swallow. Finally, my desire to embarrass him won out and I agreed to help them. The girls delivered me home soon thereafter, even coming in with me to talk to my Mom. My brother Tom was at football practice still, so it was just the girls, Mom and me. Mom made sure I understood what would be involved, this was not going to be some put on a dress and show up. I would be totally converted to the female sex; on the outside, I would be 100 % female. The gown they had in mind showed lots of cleavage and was strapless, so creation of that cleavage would be necessary part of my transformation.

Tomorrow after school I would be converted to the female sex for my day at school, then the day of the prom a more detailed conversion and dressed in my prom attire. I would stay at Jamie’s tomorrow night to keep Tom from seeing me, then ride with her to school. Tom, picking me up at the salon, would insure him not connecting me with Hope. As an excuse for my male absence, he will be told that I will be staying at my aunt’s house for a couple of days.

The girls left, Mom and me still talking about what was to happen. “Just go with the flow, you will get to feel what it is like to be a female that might come in handy one day you never know. She had contacted the salon giving them her permission for the changes. I still had to sign for the treatments when I got there, after it all had been explained to me. In bed that night I couldn’t get comfortable. I laid there wide awake, trying to figure out why I had gave in so easily. The fact that I had a crush on Jamie since forever, might have had something to do with my acceptance. I was surprised that Mom had agreed to me joining the other side, in the past, she had discouraged me from dressing as any kind of female around Halloween. So why now the sudden turnaround? Lots of questions, unfortunately no answers.

The next day at school, it just dragged along, but finally the bell for the last period rang and I was escorted off the school grounds, and down to the salon by Jamie and her group. Greeted cordially by a member of the salon staff, then taken to a room at the back of the salon. Two ladies explained all of the things that had been decided on for me, making sure I understood what was involved and how long the changes would last. The breasts and hair were the longest lasting items, three weeks before they could be reduced to a more masculine size and style. I listened with interest, but not as much as I should have. I signed the permission slips and they started on me. Today just some changes to my eyebrows, ear piercing and glued on breast forms. Of course, a feminine hairstyle, and clothes suitable for a high school sophomore. Makeup was to be included, Jamie to help me in the morning before school at her house.

Four hours later I emerged from the salon, even I didn’t recognize the female that walked to Jamie’s car. Nothing like my former self, the hair alone changing my appearance significantly. Dressed in a skirt and blouse, stockings and heels, my image said all girl. A quick trip to the mall for some exposure for the new me, although I just wanted to get somewhere to a bed and lie down. Walking was awkward in the heels, but they made me walk around our mall for an hour taking in all the feminine delights in the store windows before we made it the rest of the way to her home. It was only nine P.M. but I was beat. The stress of the day and the salon had taken its toll on me, maybe not physically tired but totally mentally drained.

I was given a nightie to wear to bed, using the guest bedroom in her house. I was disappointed that I didn’t get to share her bed, but knew that her Mother would frown on that probably. I awoke to a warm body behind me, her arms wrapped around my body pulling me tight to her. That is where her Mother found us the next morning, although nothing was said to me, at least. I got dressed in my new girly school clothes, had a glass of juice and we were off. Jamie did my limited makeup and made sure my hair was adequate. Surprisingly, a brush eased the style back into place.

I didn’t get a chance to see my image in a mirror, not familiar where her mirrors were located in her house. From the looks I was getting at school, I must have looked pretty good. Most of the guys greeted me with open mouths, lust filled eyes and on occasion some drool dripping from their mouth or a low grunt.

Other than that, the day at school was not that bad; everybody treated me as a female getting doors for me, or helping me with a chair. The girls kept me in their conversations, or give me a wink when I was being appraised by another young male. The encounters with Tom were the most rewarding for me. He tried to engage me in conversation several times, I just ignored him, and walked on like he didn’t exist. One of the girls snapped a picture of his face after I walked off, despair and almost in tears was what the picture showed, causing a very good feeling to come over me.

The entering of the bids had been going on all day, the different guys talking about how much they bid for my hand at the prom. I am sure that only made Tom that much more miserable. Finally the last bell rang, and we made our way to the auditorium for the results of the bidding. Then the females involved would have an hour to decide if any bid would be accepted.

The other three females did real well raising over three hundred and fifty dollars for the class funds. The girls had already decided who they would pick, so they told the principal and she made the announcement. Three very happy couples left the auditorium hand in hand. A lot of the other guys who bid on the three coeds left also, leaving only the ones that had placed a bid on me. Still when I counted the number of guys left, I was impressed, thirty one guys had bid on me, raising over a thousand dollars for the class fund. I was given the list and I walked off stage to make my decision. We had decided to take the whole hour to make the decision adding some drama to the event.

It was a foregone conclusion that I would choose Tom if he placed the winning bid. That was almost a certainty, the situation he had been placed in, forcing a winning bid. When I looked at the list again and saw what he bid, a smile came to my face. Of that thousand total, his bid was almost half of it. It was left up to me on how I would inform the group of my decision, I walked back on to the stage approaching the principal. I whispered in her ear my date, and then stood and stared at my admirers. I decided then to change what I would do on prom night. Yeah, I wanted to embarrass my brother, but also wanted to make the rest of my admirers somewhat happy.

I gave Tom a hug and a little squeal, a prequel to my unveiling tomorrow. I rushed from the stage, found Jamie and we headed home. The next day my appointment at the salon started at seven A.M., so some sleep tonight might be a good idea. Last night my lying awake trying to come to terms with my feelings had cost me several hours of rest, I hoped for a swifter entrance into dreamland tonight. Jamie complimented me on my behavior at the school meeting, thrilled at my little impromptu reaction to Tom.

I told her I was going to change the plan for tomorrow, I will still get Tom, but I wanted to give the other guys some reward too. She smiled figuring that I would do that anyway, just something that was in my nature. When we got to her house, I received a passionate kiss, leaving me breathless and breathing hard. I was still standing by the car when she stood in her doorway asking if I was coming in, or was I going to spend the evening outside? I hustled inside with my heels clicking along on the sidewalk. Her mother greeted me as I came inside, giving me a stare, but also giggling some at my actions. My smeared lipstick apparently quite comical.

The evening was subdued, not much to talk about, the coming day’s transformation taking up most of my mental capabilities. I did get to bed early, seven A.M. comes way too early for a new inexperienced female. Brushing my hair, getting dressed and something in my stomach took almost an hour; gawd what will it be like when I am fully transformed. Mom came by to carry me to the salon, her wanting a peek at her new daughter. From the look on her face she was not disappointed.

The rest of the day was a blur, stripped quickly of my clothes, my breast forms removed and a cream spread over my entire body. Even junior got covered in the sweet smelling cream. My nails were worked on as the cream did its job, the long extensions on my fingers painted a deep red the end result. It took them about an hour to get the nails to look that good, gluing on the extensions, a base coat, three coats of polish and a topcoat making them glisten as if they were diamonds. The cream got removed, my body hair with it. I didn’t have that much to start with, a peach like fuzz in some areas, a little longer in the genital area. But no matter now, it was all gone. My beard area got the same treatment, since I had yet to start shaving, they told me now I would not have to in the future.

My eyebrows were next, neatened up they called it, extermination in my words. There couldn’t have been more than twenty hairs left on each brow, the arch now very obvious and feminine. Yesterday they had shaped them a little, today they made them over to these ultra-feminine delights. I received another piercing in my ear, apparently one is not adequate for a young female teenager these days. A long chandelier earring in the bottom hole, a diamond stud in the upper hole. The holes were lasered in, no need to worry about the holes closing up later in life.

Then they started on my body. As I was laid on a table, my feet were placed in stirrups jutting out from the end of the table. Spread wide as if making a wish, then a cool spray and all feeling down there is lost. I am not sure why I would need to have junior hid, I wasn’t planning on taking off my dress, either before or after, the prom. I know a lot of virginity is lost on prom night, but since I was not really a female I definitely had no plans in that regard. Then, as my date is with my brother, Ewwwwww!

One look afterward, and sex might be possible, the perfect slit with two puffy lips surrounding the Promised Land. It sure looked inviting, gawd I am in need of serious therapy even thinking about it. Then my tech had the nerve to tell me that I could have intercourse, just not the well hung studs. I have seen Tom naked and he is anything but well hung, but still I might have to vomit on that thought.

The attention now moved to my chest, where two plastic cups resembling a breast are glued to my chest. Hoses are attached to the cups and a pump is turned on. The sudden suction catches some loose flab pulling it into the cup, the first step toward breasts. I sure hope the size of the cups is not indicative of the finished product. If so my dress may have trouble holding all of the new me inside the confines of the bodice.

To keep my mind off the expansion on my chest, my hair is shampooed and conditioned, then cut into a feminine style. According to Sally, my hairdresser for the day, a layered cut, blended to frame my face and drape over my bare shoulders in the dress. A multitude of curlers were added, then warm heat from a dryer started flowing over my head. At that point I drifted off to slumber land, the warm air and the pulsating suction of the pump, making breasts, slipping me into a restful sleep. An hour later, the dryer was turned off, the curlers were left in till the breast pump had done its job. Two hours more and the pulses stopped, signaling a full cup and my status as a female, a vagina and two perky C cup breasts now proclaiming to the world that this body is 100% female.

They applied a little heat to the cups filled with my breast material, the cups softening and almost fading away. If touched they were still there, but most would think they had touched a real breast. They jiggled as my body moved, much like real breasts might move. Since they looked like a breast, are shaped like one, and were actually my own tissue, I can safely say they are my breasts. Quite likely a long term resident on my chest. I need to think about that later, since makeup was being applied to my face and my curlers were being removed, my mind had all it could handle at this moment. The image before me was even more beautiful that the social media pictures that were showed around.

I was taken to another room and helped to get dressed. I shuddered often as one of the beautiful lingerie pieces were pulled on to my body. Of course, a matched set, all done in black lace. The corset was so beautiful, but once on it gripped my body like it was a vise. The laces as they were tightened shrunk my waist to ridiculous proportions, while accenting my hips and breasts. A gorgeous pair of silk stockings were slipped up my legs, causing all kinds of pleasant sensations to flood my overworked and stressed mind. The tightness of the stockings as they were attached to the corset, just made things worse. The panties maybe the most disturbing of the items, as they caressed my now flat front so tightly.

Then I got a look at my dress. First impressions was where is the rest of it. It indeed was strapless, fitting my new enhanced breasts so tightly. From there it sloped down my torso to mid-thigh, not a wrinkle to be seen as it conformed to my body. In fact, to get the zipper closed on this dream dress, the corset had to be tightened again. I still could breathe, but getting a full breath was impossible. Only short breaths now possible. Said dress did cover my stocking tops, but any movement of my legs exposed some of the lace tops.

Then my feet were slipped into my heels to be worn with the dress. Black patent leather with a five inch stiletto heel. One thin strap to help hold them on my feet and an open toe to show my red polished toes peeking through my stockings. Standing in the heels required some adjustments in my posture, as all of my weight was now on the balls of my feet. I tried a few steps trying to figure how to maneuver in the shoes. I am sure I will be hanging on to any male dance partners since even walking in the shoes took my complete undivided attention.

Pictures of me were taken, presumably for my Mother or other interested parties. First to arrive was Jamie, her squeal as she saw me in the lobby sure to be heard for hundreds of miles. After the prom, she would see to my transportation to her home and my deflowering. I gave her a look, but she ignored it, I guess I do have something to look forward to.

My heels were already making my feet miserable, so I sat on the edge of one of the chairs in the lobby. That is where Tom saw me when he entered. Immediately his mouth was open, his tongue trying to keep any drool from leaking out. I have seen him with a lot of dates, this however seemed to be different, maybe because he was so desperate. He took my hand and we left the salon. Outside he had his car, I knew it would not be a limo, since he had spent so much on the bid, there was no money left for anything else.

Straight to the prom, no side trips, no dinner for his prom date tonight. With the condition of my stomach at the moment that was probably a good idea. When we got to the venue he parked the car and leaned towards me. I put my hand on his chest to keep him a safe distance from me. I decided that he needed to hear the truth, I had something in mind that would insure his compliance and sufficiently deflate his big head.

“Tom you need to know something before we head in. The time for your reckoning is now soon to be realized. Your idiotic idea has backfired on you, too many females have been pissed off and now you have to pay a penance. Now we can do this the easy way or I can make your life hell swiftly and completely. I need you to go to every female at the prom, apologize for your stupid idea, and ask for a dance. Treat each female as a treasure, to be valued and cared for. After the dance ask for a cheek kiss, proof that you have done as I asked. If you get every female to kiss you I will not reveal who I am in front of everyone. We will start with me when we get to the dance floor, a sincere apology, a caring dance and I will kiss you on the cheek. Then on to the next girl.”

“To prove my ability to disgrace you, who knows that you wear boxers to bed every night, Looney Tunes boxers I might add.” I could see the realization sweep over his face, he mouthed ‘Harry’ and I nodded. “Now do as I say and things will be rough but you will live through it, rock the boat and it will be the worst night of your life.”

He apparently got the hint, took my hand and we entered the prom. Past the chaperones at the front and straight to the dance floor. He looked me straight in the eye, apologizing for suggesting that a female would allow herself to be bought, just to be able to attend a prom. He held out his hands to dance and I stepped into his embrace. He held me properly and once the music started we had an enjoyable dance. He asked me to kiss him, and was startled as I kissed him firmly on the lips. No leaning away, no tongue, but it was a nice sweet kiss.

He moved off to the next female, who just happened to be Jamie. I signaled to her to just go along, I think as he would have to do this to every female his lesson would be learned. I watched to make sure he did as I asked, it became apparent he did understand my threat fully. Jamie danced with him and also kissed him on the lips, his lips now sporting more lipstick than most of the girls. After she moved away he moved his hand up to wipe his lips, I shook my head no, he had been waiting to see what my reaction would be. He lowered his hand and made his way to the next female. Word had started to be spread about what he had to do, a few giggles popping up every so often.

The female would smile as he approached, knowing that he was being humiliated in what he had to do. They did get a dance with the biggest jock in school though, whatever that is worth. Once I saw he was doing as I asked, I found one of my suitors and asked him to dance. I held them close, laying my head on their shoulders as we danced to the music. The whole time there was not a fast tune played. All slow romantic numbers where you could hold your partner close and affectionately. Half way through the prom, I had found everybody that had entered a bid on me, a least they got something for their money.

I was watching Tom from afar, he managed to dance with most everybody, a few girls turned him down after the apology, but not many. He wandered over towards me, asked if he could have the next dance. I had to smile his lips were redder than mine, and oh so delectable looking. I relented and put my arms around him. He pulled me tighter, allowing my head to lay on his shoulder. He whispered to me a thank you for being so nice to him, he knew he didn’t deserve it for how he had treated me over the years. He has learned his lesson, Hope had performed her job well, but with compassion and caring.

As he left the prom, he was a much wiser person, having learned a valuable lesson today. I am sure he will handle himself differently in the future in all his relations with people, both males and especially females. Before he left, he told me he was going to take a walk and reflect on this evening, I started to wipe off his lipstick from his mouth, but he refused, a reminder of pleasant things to come was his exact words.

Jamie caught me wrapping her arms tightly around me. The next song played, she held me tightly as we danced to the music. With Tom, I could feel his penis, but with Jamie it was her nipples. They were hard as a rock, trying to poke their way through her gown. Of course, mine were not much better, the fabric of my bodice softly rubbing over the nipples as I moved making it only worse. Our breasts were smashed up against each other’s. A delicious feeling I might add.

That night was quite memorable, an evening never to be forgotten. Harry never did show up, it was just Jamie and Hope. When we first arrived at her house, her Mom helped us both get out of our gowns, while Jamie was in the bathroom her Mom hugged me. Thank you for caring for Jamie and treating her so well. Both of you have my blessing to share your love tonight any way you want to express it. Maybe if I am lucky, you might become a member of our family soon, I for one would welcome you. I am sure Jamie will approach that subject later. I got a kiss on the forehead and she left closing the door behind her.

Jamie came out, walking swiftly towards me, a few minutes later I was without any form of clothing. I was escorted to the bathroom and set on the toilet. Have you ever tried to pee with someone tapping their toe on the floor in front of you? I did manage to get the job done then was whisked back to the bed. A huge nightie that totally enveloped me was slid over my head. As I was trying to straighten it out I was pushed back on to the bed as she followed me, ending up on top of me her legs on either side of my body. She grabbed my hands and raised them above my head and held there as her mouth headed to my nipples. The nightie just barely covering the nipples, her lips quickly pushing the nightie away so she could get my nipple in her mouth. I took in a huge breath as she started sucking on it, her tongue caressing the nipple keeping it hard and erect. This went on for hours, I never did manage anything other than some kisses to her face. Wonderful erotic kisses that left both us panting.

Believe me I am not complaining, it was pure heaven. Sometime in the early morning we both collapsed, our energy total drained. Junior remained under the vagina, but I swore she would wear out my covering as she rubbed hers all over mine, grinding down to be sure I could feel it. Boy I could feel it, no doubt as to what she was doing. I guess you could say that Hope lost her virginity that night, more than once. The next morning we both woke to a smiling face, a smile that never left our faces the entire day.

It was decided that Hope was to be the person to complete high school, the rest of the sophomore year spent getting me a wardrobe and necessary female accessories to make Hope real. Our Mom’s also decided that both Jamie and I would attend the girls’ school next year, a much better place for two females in a loving relationship. Both Jamie and I did date some males, but it was only for one date, with no expectations for anything more to come.

Jamie took real good care of me, seeing that I was attended to as needed, her smile and glow after seeing to my care more than enough to make me happy. We did attend our proms in both our junior and senior years, but chose not to have specific dates, just attended as two females, dancing the night away in the arms of whoever wanted to dance with us.

We graduated high school with honors, with me making straight A’s my senior year. We both got scholarships for college, Jamie deciding to become a nurse. I declined the scholarship, instead deciding to become a cosmetologist at the local vocational school. Jamie is now a pediatric nurse, at one of the local hospitals and is quite happy. Jamie is trying to get pregnant, so some time as a mother is likely in my future. Working with all the young kids, just makes her want one herself even more.

I graduated beauty school with honors, and two years later now own a beauty salon of my own. My salon is part of a national chain, the same as what first transformed me to the female gender. I have made a lot of males happy, just like me they just needed to see what their life as a female would be like, then join the ranks. It is so rewarding watching as they discover their feminine side, then see them reach out to make their vision become real.

Well I need to get home, dinner needs to be prepared and then I need to freshen up, since I have a lot to do tonight to keep Jamie happy and contended. I emerged from the bedroom later, a cute baby doll nightie, thong panties and five inch heels. Of course, fresh lipstick and my hair piled on top of my head to make access to my neck and breasts easier for my love. Yeah it is hard life, but oh so much fun. Now when we have our baby, things will likely get even more exciting.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca