Ellen; Given A New Direction In Life

Ellen; Given A New Direction In Life

I was back with Janey, my social worker and salvation in this screwed up life of mine. I found myself in foster care when I was only three, Mom deciding she wanted nothing to do with me and Dad deciding that a life with his sister was much preferred to him dealing with me. Jackie, his sister, tried her best to help raise me, but she was struggling to keep employed and keep a roof over her head. Somehow she managed to keep us above water, although when I got old enough to push a lawn mower around I did a few of the neighbor’s yards to add a few dollars to the pot each week.

His sister ended up in a car accident when I was thirteen and unable to take care of me anymore. A phone call notified me of the car accident and her hospitalization. I didn’t know what to do since I didn’t have any means to get out or to go see her in the hospital. So I did nothing, keeping myself holed up in her house. It was a scary few days with no one home before a next door neighbor discovered me alone and took me in. A few calls later and I was placed in state care until my aunt could take care of me again.

I found myself being picked up by Janey, a few days later, the only apparent option left for me. I stayed with her for a couple of weeks while she looked for a foster family that would take me. Lots of interviews with prospective parents but no takers. I was too muddy, too dirty, and too rowdy for any family to want me. The main reason I was ignored is my age.

Janey did her usual miracle and managed to find someone that would take me, but it didn’t last. So for the next eight years I got passed from one family to another, even doing a couple of stints with Janey again when there was no takers for a while. I was quiet, by today’s standards a loner. Once I got to the ripe old age of fifteen if there was other children in my foster home I tried to help the mother take care of them. It cost me many nice homes, the mother not knowing what to do when a young male started helping with the younger children. I changed diapers, fed the babies bottles and fed more than my share of toddlers their meals. I comforted them, played with them and tried to keep them quiet and livable with. At first the mother loved it, but then my success at taking care of the kids got to them, and Janey was asked to move me somewhere else.

I had no idea why taking care of the other kids appealed to me. It seemed the right thing to do, even though young males never did things like that. I enjoyed it, till I got sent away again, it was fun playing with the younger kids, something I really liked to do. Taking care of them filled some basic need in me, maybe my lack of anything like that as I grew up made it so desirable now.

I liked Janey, she understood me better than the others, but usually had a houseful of other children needing a family just as bad as I did. When I was with her I tried to help her as much as possible, hoping she would decide to keep me and not put me back out in the system. There was more than a few heart felt good byes, when I was hauled off to another family, the tears coming way too easily.

This time I was nearing the end of my time in foster care. On my next birthday I would officially be out of the system. Good in a way but with no skills and a very poor education I seemed doomed from the start. I attended school, but learning anything had a very low priority with me, I could read and do some simple math but that was about it. I did manage to stay out of trouble during high school, a miracle in itself. I knew in the back of my mind that if I got into trouble my only friend and supporter would probably abandon me. So I tried so hard to stay away from the trouble makers, although it was almost impossible. When I didn’t join in with them I became a target, a smaller than normal male who couldn’t fight them off and couldn’t avoid them. On several occasions I was beaten, at least it was confined to bruises and a broken rib or two. Believe me high school was not a pleasant time for me.

Janey had picked me up from my last foster family a few days ago, wanting me to stay with her until I was released from foster care. I got taken to dinner a few times, nothing fancy just a fast food place with something other than burgers and fries. She tried to question me on what I was planning to do, but I had no plans so I remained closed mouth and aloof. She took me with her when she was moving a child to a different family, or when someone new was being added to the system. I guess, in this case, I was her token representative member of the system, someone who had survived it and was getting out.

We had just picked up a girl almost my age, her clothes so tattered that they barely covered her body. Janey headed to the mall, a clothing shop there furnishing a lot of clothes for females in foster care. I had to go in with her, she always wanted me within her sight, I guess she was afraid I would run off if left alone. I doubted I would even consider it, since there was no place to run to for me.

The girl’s name was Crystal, even though she was almost clothes less she had a nice personality and very outgoing. When not dealing with Janey directly she hung around me, asking lots of questions and trying to draw me into conversation. I walked off a couple of times, ending up in their lingerie department, a bright red occupying my face as soon as I realized where I was at. Well, Crystal saw her chance and blocked my exit, holding up pairs of panties and a bra or two to get a rise out of me. I blushed even more, doubting I could stand much longer, with as much blood leaving my lower extremities. Of course, Janey picked that time to show up asking what we found that we just had to have. I had just taken a pantie and bra set from Crystal and was placing them back on the table when she showed up. Crystal raised my hand with the offending items clearly showing in my hand.

Janey smiled, well they will probably look good on you, but we need to find your right size. She grabbed an assistant and had both of us measured, Crystal giggling away and Janey with a huge grin on her face. I unfortunately lived through it, a quickie heart attack would probably be welcomed at that moment. Janey looked through the assortment on the table finding both of us the correct sizes, then hauled us off to a changing room. I had on my brakes the whole way, but with Janey pulling and Crystal pushing and tickling me when I didn’t move fast enough, I ended up in a changing room with Janey as she was slipping off my t-shirt and undoing my belt. A couple of times she gave me her patented hard look, one that meant she wanted me to behave and do as I was told.

I learned the meaning of that look many years ago, when I didn’t behave in school one day. As soon as she got me home she pulled me across her lap and I received a spanking I will never forget. It was on the patio, and she had pulled down my pants to make it a most memorable occasion. I am sure my wailing could be heard all through the neighborhood. She succeeded in making an impression on me, I will never forget that spanking.

She fastened the bra around me, and had me slide the panties up my legs and then to my waist. I was so red, and my mouth suddenly dry and unable to utter a sound. She appraised my look, then gathered my pants and shirt and told me to wait here for her. As if I was going anywhere dressed in only a bra and panties. Time seemed to crawl along, I was wandering if she had abandoned me and how I would get out of this mess if she did. I had no money, and the few items I was wearing were not paid for.

She poked her head back in, gave me a giggle and handed me a dress to put on. At first, it looked to be a long shirt but once I had my arms in the sleeves there was no doubt about it being a dress. Janey helped straighten the dress on me, then turned me around and zipped me up. Oh gawd, she expects me to wear this. I stuttered, started a sentence several times but nothing coherent came out of my mouth. Then Crystal poked her head in, dressed in the same dress as I was wearing. I got hugged by her, almost squeezed to death and kissed on the lips and cheeks several times. Now my mind was total goo, both mouth and mind out of operation for the foreseeable future.

Just like that we went up to the checkout, she paid for our items and we headed back to her car. A short ride home after a quick stop to get something to eat for dinner, then into her house. I started to head to the bedroom I had been using, but was told to wash my hands and set the table. Crystal had to get something for us to drink, then we sat to eat our dinner. I was quiet, feeling totally out of my element, although I had tried to watch Janey and Crystal and sit like they did. After dinner was over with, Janey had Crystal and I clean up and do the few dishes that we had used. Crystal was happy, smiling and trying to get me involved in her one sided conversation. Finally Janey called us into the front room, having us sit on the sofa facing her. My heart skipped a beat, not again was my only thought. On more than one occasion I had set like that, usually getting told of me being sent away again.

Janey stared at me wanting to know what I had decided to do with my life. I just stared back, no idea what so ever of what to do or how to achieve that. Then Janey dropped her bombshell, since I didn’t have any plans I was being drafted to be her daughter, full time until I decide to get married and have children. Crystal will be my sister, and you both will have to help me with the children, as they come and go. Now there is no discussion on this, since you have no plans and Crystal needs a sister this is how it is going to be. You will share a room, so head down there and clean it up and decide which bed is yours, I will allow a few things to make it more personable, but we have to keep the expenses in line. There are quite a few dresses at the agency, we will check what fits and expand your wardrobe some tomorrow.

Get going we have several appointments in the morning you need to be rested and alert when we head out. For tonight, sleep in your panties and bra, until I can rectify that situation and no hanky panky or you will both be standing instead of sitting for quite some time. I am sure Ellen can advise you of a previous spanking she has endured, I suggest that both of you consider your actions carefully tonight before you cause me to discipline you both.

I didn’t know what to think about her calling me Ellen, the first time she has used that name with me. Most of the time she just called me child, she never liked my name Lane, refusing to use it most of the time.

Crystal took off running for the bedroom, anxious to claim her bed for the near future. Last night she had slept in Janey’s room, so there was no conflict. When I finally made it to the door, she was already down to her underwear sprawled out on the bed by the window. I got a huge smile from her, then she attacked me, quickly divesting me of my dress and shoes. I was quickly pulled into this huge hug, my ribs would not stand many of these. I hugged her back, her enthusiasm very contagious, even for a loner like me. I told her we better get things straightened up, I was sure Janey would be down here soon to check on our progress. We spent the next thirty minutes putting things away, something I should have done when I was given the room in the first place, but my laziness had convinced me to put it off. Of course, it was done with us only in our underwear, neither of us thinking anything of it.

We each were laying on a bed when the warden came to inspect, we did receive a smile and a job well done. I was curious as to why I was dressed as a female, but not sure how to bring it up in conversation. Crystal to the rescue, stating it clearly and right to the point. “Ellen wants to know why she is going to be dressed as a female, I am curious, although I think she makes a better female than she does a yucky male.”

“Well, since Ellen has always evaded anything dealing with her future, I decided for her. To change to something else she has to first think of what she wants to do, and then plan how to get there. Since she will be dressed as a female now, each week a little more feminine looking, a proper incentive to get her juices flowing. If she does nothing than a life as a wife and Mother are in her future, something she knows quite a bit about, since she has experienced so many different styles and takes on the subject as she grew up in the system. Besides I always wanted a daughter, Ellen is available and has nowhere else to go thanks to her lack of planning, so a logical solution to my problem. I know she needs a sister like you, so we have a match made in heaven. Now give me a kiss and get to sleep, tomorrow a whole new day of delights and discoveries.”

We both received our kisses and soon we both drifted off, Crystal very pleased to be my sister, eagerly looking forward to our adventures together. I am sure with her they will indeed be adventures, her eagerness and pushiness surely to cause me some grief, maybe that is what I have been missing in life someone to push and shove me to do something instead of just sitting on my ass. As all of this was running through my overworked mind I caught myself rubbing my hand over my bra, a pleasant feeling causing some tingles to spread all over my body as my eyes slowly closed.

I was up early, lying in bed going over what happened yesterday, trying to figure out how I was roped into participating in this, something I never had any inkling to do before in my life. Just the fact that I was wearing a bra and panties a million to one possibility that had come to pass. I made my way to the bathroom, did my business and then took a quickie shower. I found a new set of lingerie to wear when I emerged, and a dashing nude Crystal as she pushed past me to get her shower. I twisted and turned a couple of times to get a better look at my image in the mirror, Crystal giggling about how vain I had become in the short time I have been dressing as her sister. I was out in the bedroom, dressed in bra and panties, before I realized I could have dug out some male clothes to wear today, that thought never even crossed my mind. We were soon both dressed in the dresses from yesterday, and making our way to the kitchen. Janey was ready for us, handing us each a purse and then herded us out to her car.

She drove us to her office, after stopping and finding some nourishment for us. At the office she showed us the rooms with all the clothes from past children that have went through the system and somehow not needed the clothes. She told us to try stuff on and pick out at least four outfits for each of us. I made my way through the pile, but Crystal was like a female possessed tearing through each pile of clothes, items being flung every which way. Considering the clothes she showed up in yesterday I could see her excitement at being able to pick from all of these clothes. Janey went off to do some paperwork, telling us our next appointment was in two hours.

The time seemed to fly by, even I got enthused at some of the selections that were there to choose from. With our selections in hand, that Janey insisted we try on first, we headed to her car again, destination unknown. Yes, I ended up with five more dresses, all of them quite feminine and lacy. Next stop was one of the major department stores where more underwear was purchased for us. I was red in the face again, the panties and bras were so feminine, not anything a normal young male would be caught in at any time in his life.

Then on to our next destination, a beauty salon that was so huge, my mouth wide open as my eyes tried to take in all of this. I looked at Crystal, swallowed hard and then tried to get Janey to not make me go in there. Bits and pieces of words stumbled out of my mouth, I doubt she could make any sense out of them, her smile telling me that I would indeed be going in there, I could sense Lane vanishing totally very soon, Ellen will be the one to take his place. Of course, Crystal was at the door, eager to get inside, her new sister in tow right behind her. I tried my best to grab hold of the door to prevent my body from entering the salon, nothing good can happen for me in a place that is so feminine. I was holding my own till Janey came up from behind me lifting me up and carrying me the rest of the way into the salon.

Not difficult for her since she is nearly six foot tall, while I am barely five foot six and a skinny waif to boot. I was taken right back to a separate room and helped out of my dress, then my bra and panties. I was expecting something to happen to my hair, maybe some makeup, not them to be working on my poor excuse for a body. Janey leaned over, giving me a hug and kiss telling me to be good, then taking my clothes and disappearing out into the salon. I hung on to her as Janey started to leave, the lady coming in to work on me disrupting my attempts to keep from being alone. So now I found myself alone, naked and scared to death of what was coming next.

I was helped up onto a table and soon what little masculine hair I had managed to accumulate on my body was whisked away. Goose pimples sprouted everywhere, a certainly different feeling than I had ever experienced before. She moved between my legs and soon junior was hidden away from view, a most feminine slit now the only item occupying that space. As soon as my feet were released I quickly closed my legs, trying to prevent anything from entering that slit, or even getting close to it. Suddenly I was feeling very confused, at a loss for what to do.

I felt very vulnerable, an emotion I had no experience with in my life so far. It was like I now was destined to be sought after, not the other way around. I had never had enough confidence to talk with girls my own age, never been on a date and maybe knew two or three females by name at my old school. My theory was to avoid contact, hence avoiding any problems that might come along with the familiarity. I was quickly classified and labeled and soon had even less people to talk to, I then become someone to be avoided at all cost. Names soon followed and even an attempt to bully me from the resident gang in place. I was a faster runner able to slip in among the crowd, managing to avoid being caught, even then there was way too many close calls.

Next the lady, who introduced herself as Kayla, moved to my chest, laying two sizable blobs on my chest, my breathing became ragged, as I struggled to get enough air into my lungs to keep from passing out. She held my hand getting me to calm down, laying my hand on one of the blobs and telling me to just hold it, it will not harm you, but to be Janey’s daughter it is a must for your appearance. I did finally get control of my emotions as she glued the breast form to my chest. The seams were covered up, now they looked like they had been there from the start. She left to get some more supplies, as I stood up and walked to the full length mirror in the room. I stared at my image, not what I was used to seeing when I looked in the mirror, but also not something to be ashamed of. Crystal and Janey had come to the door of the room and were watching me survey my new image.

When they saw that little smile that I quickly tried to hide, they knew Lane was history. I got hugged, our breasts being squashed in the hug. A wonderful feeling, a feeling of belonging that I have never experienced before. I know that is silly, just because I now had boobs doesn’t make me a female, but for once in my life I felt like one. I wouldn’t let go of the hug, it felt so good, then when Crystal pried her way in between Janey and I, it felt even better.

Kayla returned to the room her hands full, telling the other two to leave. “Now I need to make her beautiful so please step out so that I can see to the rest of the transformation.” The two girls left, while Kayla went right to work. She aimed a gun like thing at my ears then several warm spots later the laser had made holes for my earrings, A stud and a long dangle earring in each ear, was the end result. I must admit the image of the earrings in my ear made me smile even more. The one dangling on my neck, especially noteworthy as little shivers spread through my body as I moved my head.

Next my eyebrows became the target as she removed most of them. It hurt at first, then it dulled some as she shaped them into high arches. Believe me there was not much left of my original eyebrow, the high arches making my face look quite feminine. I was still scared, but also fascinated at the change in my appearance. Just a few things and now Ellen was real, she had boobs, a cute slit and now a feminine face. I closed my eyes, allowing the new image to infiltrate my mind, it was surreal, once a male now a cute female. Did I just refer to myself as cute, I guess the mind has joined the meltdown, rational thought has apparently ceased, hopefully not forever.

Kayla washed my hair, conditioned it then cut it into a feminine style. I had let it grow in length to my shoulders, according to Kayla plenty long enough to give me a cute feminine style. Then came the curlers, it seemed to be hundreds as she wound my hair onto them. A stint under the dryer to set the curls while she worked on my nails. My nails were filed, cleaned and polished a bright red. She told me on my next appointment I would receive extensions, making my hands look smaller and daintier. As my hair dried I raised my hand often to look at my nails, the small smile getting bigger with every glance at my changes.

Once I was set under the hair dryer Crystal joined me her hair in curlers too. When she first saw me she squealed, delighted in my new appearance. I took in her changes, she seemed to be getting the same thing as me, her eyebrows now very fine arches high above her eye. Same earrings as me, but her nail polish was a bright pink instead of my dark red. Because of the noise of the hair dryers it was hard to have a conversation, although she never stopped talking at me, I will need to remember to ask what she was saying once we get out from under the dryers. My new sister sure loves to talk, I reached out and squeezed her hand, to let her know I appreciated her being with me and so supportive.

My hair got dried first, so I was the first one ready for makeup. Kayla made it look so simple going through each step as she applied my makeup. I got foundation, eyeliner and several coats of mascara. According to Kayla my lashes are my best feature, followed by my lips. I watched mesmerized as the last vestiges of my former male face disappeared. My hair was taken out of the curlers, now I had bangs, curly tendrils everywhere and a most feminine hairstyle. When Kayla said she was done I was up and had her in a hug thanking her for making me so pretty. Janey watched as I showed my appreciation then gave me some money to tip her for her extraordinary efforts.

I quickly attacked Janey, hugging her as hard as I could. She was giggling, and trying to keep from getting squeezed to death. I leaned in closer thanking her for making me her daughter, I will do everything in my power to make it up to you for as long as I live. As those words left my mouth I could feel tears seeping into my eyes. Janey checked with Kayla making sure she had used waterproof mascara, as my emotions caught up with me and I started bawling. Everything is so wonderful, Janey has chosen me to be her daughter, I now have a sister, and I love my new image. The best thing is I now have a true home, something that evaded me for years. Things can’t get any better or can they.

The three of us returned home, made some lunch and then Janey announced she had to go and pick up some children that were going to be out guests till Monday morning. I was at the door first, purse in hand and eager to help out. I owed Janey so much, maybe I can repay some of it this way. Of course, Crystal was right behind me, as we made the trip to a house on the other side of town. The father was being transferred to a job out of state and they could no longer act as foster parents.

The kids were bawling, apparently they had been treated as family, something they had never experienced in life before. I took the little girl and Crystal grabbed hold of the boy and we led them out to the car. We helped them in, holding them close to us, their head on our shoulders. We let then cry it out, but whispered to them and made them feel wanted. By the time we got back home the bawling had stopped, now just a few tears leaking out every once in a while. We played a few games with them, mainly to keep their minds off being separated from a loving couple. We all helped make dinner, way too many hands but at least they were included in the preparation.

After washing up and putting all the dishes away, it was time for bed, as we led them to the guest bedroom. We helped them get dressed for bed, after a bath, then read them a couple of stories to help them get to sleep. They drifted off as we turned off the lights and headed to our own beds. It wasn’t an hour later when our door creaked open and two little munchkins scooted into the room. They sneaked into bed with us cuddling as close to us as they could. I mouthed to Crystal is was alright, we had both been lonely in the past, just wanting to be near someone would made such a difference. One little munchkin for each of us.

They stayed with us for a week before Janey found another family to take them in. Another trip, this time to introduce them to their new foster parents. I think it went well, time will tell, I know the family having some pets hit the spot, the little girl having a ball with a kitten and the little boy dragging a puppy everywhere he went. The boy in particular got lots of licks from the puppy, someone now to play with. When we left the kids were laying on the front room floor sound asleep, their new pets stretched out on their laps, tails a wagging.

That week’s happenings were repeated many times over the next couple of months, Janey making sure that Crystal and I were involved in every instance. Sometimes it was so sad, kids that were brought into this world, but were never treated as family. In some cases the kids were half starved, not knowing when their next meal was coming from. In others, the kids were subject to the frustrations of their parents, if things did not go as planned the kids were the ones at fault. We picked up one girl, with a sheriff’s deputy at our side from a single father. The marks on her body were many, the girl came with us as the father was arrested and taken to jail. A neighbor had went to check on the girl, seen the recent marks of a beating and called 911. The father had cussed at the lady, for intruding on his privacy as she retreated to her home.

We took the girl to a hospital where she was checked out and photos of all her injuries, both past and present were taken to use as evidence against the father. We stayed the night with her, then the next morning she went home with us. These cases bothered Janey the most, one saved but no telling how many more were out there needing some help.

When we weren’t moving kids around Janey was secure in her office working on something. I tried to do all the cooking and cleaning, that way at least she will have some more time to gather her thoughts. It was about two weeks later when she got a phone call early on a Saturday morning. I knew it wasn’t work, seldom do they call on the weekends. She talked to the caller for over an hour, then hung up and yelled for us to put on some jeans and be ready in ten minutes. Crystal and I made it downstairs quickly, wondering what we were going to do.

In the car we headed out of town, down some back roads and then up a drive to an old farm. There was another car there waiting for us, an older lady getting out and greeting Janey. It turns out she is a realtor and this farm is up for sale. I smiled, Janey is going to set up a place for kids that need help. I had mentioned something like this to her when we first met, but life and work got in the way, so it wasn’t discussed further. My comment was it would sure be nice if she had a farm, where the kids could come and stay, do something for their upkeep and learn something at the same time.

Janey went off with the lady, while Crystal and I explored the barn and out buildings. It needed work, but things looked solid enough, just dirty and littered with trash. There were a couple of fenced fields, a chicken coop on the back side of the barn and numerous small fenced areas right next to the barn. I went into one area and pulled a carrot from the site of a previous garden, then noticed the bushes lining one of the fences were berry bushes. Crystal found a blackberry, and before long her fingers showed signs of the many tasty treats she had eaten.

We met back up with Janey and the real estate lady in the house, they were sitting in the kitchen discussing the piece of property. Sis and I went to explore the house, although dirty it would be perfect for us, lots of bedrooms for lots of needy children. The kitchen needed some work, a lot of the appliances were old and would need to be replaced. The myriad of windows throughout the house made it look so inviting, cheery and comfy. I was already convinced, I just hope Janey was like minded.

The real estate lady went back to her office to confer with the owners of the property, while the three of us continued to look around. Janey wanted us to take a pad and pencil listing all the things that would need fixing, with a star next to it if it was an immediate concern. Two hours later the lady returned, telling Janey the owners had accepted her bid on the property. She had brought a sales contract back with her, they went over it and Janey signed it. It turns out that Janey had offered quite a bit less than what they were asking, since the place had been vacant for so long and needed quite a few repairs. The sales lady had convinced the owners that their might not be other bids, better to accept this one than not be able to sell it later.

We sat on some benches under a large oak tree and Janey told us what she had planned. The state had come to the conclusion that some kids just did not fit into the foster family system. So they got moved a lot, some ran off and others turned to crime and were sent to juvie. A farm where the kids could live and work some to help sustain their existence would be perfect. If they learned a trade, or just some experience that would later help sustain their life it would be much better than the system as it is now. Janey got approval, if she set it up and had a place the state would partially compensate her for each kid, the rest of their expenses would have to be earned from the kids or made up by Janey.

The kids assigned would be the problem kids, ones that had been to many foster families already and just didn’t fit in anywhere or the ones that had been abused and needed some time to heal. “I have had this in mind for quite some time, a daughter of mine having originally thought up the idea.” That said as she eyed me up and smiled. “There will be a lot of work, a lot of sweat involved, so do I have some help on this or am I am my own.”

We both attacked Janey our exuberance ended up landing all three of us on the ground behind the bench. Then followed lots of giggling as we walked around the property again, all three of us seeing what all had to be done and what we had missed seeing before.

It was almost sundown when we left for home, all of us excited at the future and what lay ahead. I was already thinking of what I needed to research on the internet, raising chickens, having a cow, tending a garden, maybe some goats. Then I needed to make a list of things we would need for cleaning the farm house. So much to do, but so exciting too.

Janey told us it would take ten days for the sale to go through, since she was paying cash for the property before we could start working there. She also had her regular job to do too, so evening and weekends would be spent getting the place ready. I was ready now, but knew I would have to wait.

The sale did go through as planned, and we got the keys to the place a few days later. The three of us worked at the farm two nights a week, taking some sleeping bags and staying the night to keep from having to drive back to town late at night. The weekends we spent both days cleaning and making repairs to the house. It was hard work but also fun, Crystal’s enthusiasm making the time pass quickly. Five weeks later we hired a moving van to move our possessions to the farm. While things were being put up I made some dinner, as we gathered around the fireplace to nibble on what I made. It was decided that Crystal and Janey would finish up in the house while I started on the outside.

Four weeks later we went to pick up our first child, a four year old that suffered from bouts of depression, becoming violent at times. I saw the young boy and quickly held him in my arms hugging him to death. He responded to me, laying his head on my shoulder and letting out such a huge sigh. For the next few weeks he was my constant companion, going everywhere with me. If Janey did not catch him he usually sneaked into bed with me, laying as close to me as he could get. Over time I gave him small jobs to help me, as he gained some confidence in himself. In the five weeks he had been with us he never had another episode of depression, he just needing someone to love him and be with.

When I had the pens ready for the goats we planned to get, he went with us to pick them out, the smile on his face priceless. I gave him the responsibility of taking care of them, even though he was young he acted quite responsible for his age. The family that had sold us the goats came by often to make sure we were doing alright with them. After a few visits they asked if he would like to live with them. He immediately looked at me, and I nodded, then ran to the Mother and jumped into her arms. They visit often, the child so happy and content.

Of course, he was not the only child we had taken in, just one of many. Some eventually finding homes. Others still with us. They all learned something while with us. A skill and experience that might help them later in life. They were a few that would not allow us to help them eventually running away or being sent back to juvie. I know those that Janey could not reach bothered her the most.

I did get to mother quite a few, when too many babies came into the system, we received the overflow. The babies were usually of a mixed race or had some form of deformity that could not be repaired until later in life. I got to change diapers, feed them and dress them, followed by some time spent playing with them. I was so happy, all of my deepest wishes had come true, I had a chance to become a Mother to some kids, yet was able to dress as a female and have a loving Mother myself. A new direction in life, one that I am so lucky to be able to experience.

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Libby; Auctioned To The Highest Bidder

Libby; Auctioned To The Highest Bidder

I knew it was coming, only a matter of time. Lisa and her cohorts had been secretly discussing it for three weeks now. The last affair was a disaster for the spouses of this group of female maniacs. I do mean a disaster, a total humiliating, embarrassing disaster. They had good intentions, their last effort raising a hundred thousand dollars for charity. Not bad for eighteen young female business executives. I had heard a few snippets here and there, in overheard phone conversations, but had a feeling they were going to do a variation of last year’s idea. Good for raising money, bad for their significant others.

Last year’s effort was an auction, each partner of the group of ladies auctioned off to the highest bidder. There were only eighteen bidders, the members of the business group. The group started about ten years ago, a few young ladies that were trying to get their businesses going and profitable. Over the years, a few more joined the group, all successful young entrepreneurs of the community. All had to be female, their business a wholly owned female run business. One exception had been made, a male who had this fantastic out of this world idea for a chain of salons that made males into females. I have met the lady several times, and ‘lady’ is the only adequate description of this individual. She lives the female life 24/7 and has done so for the last fifteen years. Her success is what inspired several of the others, her salons and other businesses now at the top of their individual categories.

Last year’s auction was for the use of the partner/spouse for one day, any way that the successful bidder wanted. As far as I know, nothing provocative happened, but the bidding war was sometimes quite comical. In my case, the lady with the salons wanted my one day service; my wife of ten years wanted to deny her that privilege. My sale to the salon owner netted over half of the funds raised for the charities. If that happened again this year, no telling what would happen to me. Francine, after winning my one day service, just had me help out at her home for the day, not bad in itself, except that I was naked all day. I feared the worse, but other than my nakedness, nothing happened. I was, however, forever embarrassed, my erection lasting all day long, several pictures of me during the day taken to document my ‘rising’ to the occasion. I was not sure if they were shared with anyone, if they were, I never heard anything of it.

One of the gals owned a hotel in town, that being where the auction was held last year, in their ballroom. Of the eighteen spouses, ten were males, the remainder were female. All of us were in lasting relationships; out to the whole community in everything we did, some regular heterosexual relationships, others same sex, mostly lesbian relationships.

My soul mate operates under the name Lisa, a gorgeous female that settled for me somehow. She is the owner of a chain of lingerie stores, which she started her first year out of college. Her first store was at the back of a strip mall, not very big or in a very good location. She worked hard, taking advantage of anything that might set her apart from the others. A year later, I met her at a Chamber of Commerce meeting here in this town. She was attending it because she had just opened her second location here just a month prior. Whatever she touched turned to gold, within a few years, she has opened forty-two shops, all highly profitable.

From our first meeting, I managed to talk her into a date, believe me it was hard work. We got along all right, but any further dates seemed to fade away. I had called her several times, she was busy, out of town, or otherwise occupied. Finally I gave up, figuring I was not desired as a mate or even a friend. Several months later, we ran into each other at another Chamber of Commerce meeting, but in another town. She walked right up to me, asking why I gave up so easy. Of course, that left me speechless. She gave me her address, told me to be there at eight P.M. tomorrow night and resumed her mingling.

I did make it to her place the next night, on time, her controlling my actions from then on. She asked me to marry her three months later, and gave me an engagement ring. I accepted not realizing what that meant. After a couple of days I tried to reciprocate, and get her an engagement ring, but was refused, ‘one wife is sufficient in this relationship’, her only comment. We did get married later that year, I was allowed a tux to wear, but got kidded often that maybe a dress would have been more appropriate. Incidentally the wedding ring I received to match the engagement ring was awesome, diamonds no less. I did get her a ring, although she only wanted a wedding band, the classy rings reserved for her wife, me.

We get along great, have a lot of shared interests, and the romance has been out of this world. She treats me as a wife, sending me flowers at times, taking me to dinner and dancing often. The flowers in particular have caused all kinds of comments at work. The women jealous and envious, the few males that are aware of our relationship are revolted at how I am treated. I am quite happy in the relationship, constantly feeling loved and cared for.

She loves to call me at work, talk dirty to me about what she is going to do to me when I get home, then giggling and hanging up. That pretty much ends my day, I can’t think straight, having to relieve myself several times during the afternoon to keep up a somewhat professional appearance.

That appearance is somewhat necessary since I am an insurance agent. I have my own agency, employing three females to keep it running smoothly, and file any claims in a timely manner. I know a lot of people in town, met them over the years and most have become friends in one way or another, some more so than others. I have been quite successful, clearing almost eighty thousand dollars a year after taking off the office expenses. Unfortunately, my significant other makes five times that amount. Now with sixteen more stores opening this year, she is likely to blow that figure out of the water easily.

Suzanne, my office manager, asked me when the auction is this year, giggling away as she spoke the words? That is how she greeted me as I dragged my body into the office. Lisa was in one of her playful moods last night, I managed to get some sleep after four A.M., but that sleep was only for two hours, before I was dragged into the shower and accosted again till the hot water ran out. I am sure the girls are aware of the relationship, I have not tried to hide it from them. The numerous delivery of flowers most likely giving them clues as to our interaction. My rings another obvious sign to them.

I really love her, but at times it is hard being her wife. The wife part brought up often, since I wear the engagement and wedding rings, I am the sole wife. She is aware of my masculine side, but chooses to ignore it most of the time. It has morphed even more since she started the prank, never really hurting my feelings, but constantly reminding me of my status. The bedroom responsibilities are numerous and very demanding on this poor soul.

I hadn’t heard a date yet for the auction, but Suzanne thought it would be this upcoming Saturday. I am sure I will find out, but not sure if I can be exempted from participating somehow. When Lisa called later asking me out to dinner tonight, I had a good idea Suzanne is right, tonight I get my official notification of the event. I tried to prepare myself for the dinner date, thinking of a hundred reasons I couldn’t participate this year. I doubt any of them will work, a few minutes of her persuasive talents, and I will have been drafted.

Lisa came by to pick me up at the office, in her car and away from home part of her plan is already in place. The dinner was exceptional, another one of her group owning this restaurant along with three others in nearby towns. All of the members of the group are above average, their business savvy, their drive and their enthusiasm top notch. I doubt any of them are worth less than a million dollars. Most of them worth much more. Francine, a prime example of that, many have guessed she is nearing the three hundred million dollar mark. Nobody can verify that, she is into so many different businesses, I doubt even her accountants can keep up with everything she participates in.

After the food was served and we ate the delicious meal she wanted to get closer to me. The plates were soon taken away, as Lisa scooted closer and gave me a sensuous kiss. I tried to skip some of the softening up work since I was still dead tired from last night. So I asked, “Let’s get right to the point. I have heard the auction is Saturday and at Julie’s place again. I would rather not participate this year, last year was bad enough. I have an idea my wishes will be ignored again, but since I love you so much, please take pity on me, and keep the collateral damage to a minimum.”

Any more thoughts were wiped from my mind with a tongue curling kiss that wreaked havoc on my body. I couldn’t even back off since she was holding my head with both of her hands, keeping my lips right in front of hers. Most of the time, except to get air, her lips were firmly pressed against mine and her tongue was exploring any openings it might find. She paid the check, and gathered her purse then me as she headed for the door.

Lisa had decided to move the disclosure meeting to our home. At home she opened a bottle of champagne, so I figured this year’s commitment was going to be very demanding. At least sipping on the champagne lowered my defenses. By the time she got to the nitty gritty, I was half out of it. According to her, it will be an auction again, the spouses being auctioned off to the highest bidder. The main change is the time awarded to the winning bidder is now a week. Everything is allowed except penetrative sex. Since I was half out of it, most of that went over my head. The next morning, I did remember the week time frame, but nothing more. According to Lisa, Francine was eager to win my services again, already teasing Lisa about it unmercifully.

From what I had heard about their relationship, that was common behavior between the two. There was a competitive nature between them, a lot of kidding and fun also. It was late the next day when all of this managed to penetrate my small brain. The alcohol had done its job, confused and bewildered, although still somewhat functioning. I did arrange to have the next week off from work, I doubt I would be in any kind of condition to actually get anything done at work during that week, even if I was allowed to go in.

Another episode naked in Francine’s house suddenly came to mind, or some other person’s house, and my male organ rose to the occasion. Surely that would not be the request of the winning bidder, doing that once was enough. Lisa did tell me that I had to be prepared before the auction each spouse rendered clothes less and decorated with large bows around their necks. That was to help insure healthy bidding. I am sure it would do that, maybe more. I had nightmares about me being naked, and with a large bow my only adornment.

In one particular memorable dream, I was being led into the ballroom, a huge pink lacy bow attached around my neck, the streamers reaching the floor, my male member erect and visible as the streamers swished back and forth as I walked. I had a red face, and was staring at the floor not wanting to look anybody in the face. As I was being led to the center of the stage, the MC announced the bidding would start at one hundred and fifty thousand dollars. I fainted, and unfortunately that is also where the dream ended.

The last couple of days dragged, each day seemed to last for three or four. My mind was totally consumed with the auction, and who would win my presence and services? I did find out that the charity picked this year, was a home that took in abused children; it currently had over two hundred young children in residence. I sympathized with the charity, I just didn’t want to be abused myself in the process of helping them.

Finally, the day before the auction, Lisa picked me up from work, taking me home along with some take out picked up on the way. I was fed then loved, making me very suspicious. A trip to our bathroom, her relieving me of my clothing. Then I was coated in Nair, everything below my neck followed up with a very cold shower. I was left shivering and hairless. Lisa comforted me some in bed, playing with my shrunken male apparatus. Then I heard a click after feeling something surround junior. I looked down and she had placed a chastity device around my beloved friend. According to her, this was to insure that I would not be utilized in any way sexually. I gave her a look, her confidence in winning my services was not very strong if she is locking me up before the auction.

She held me tightly all night, only allowing me to go the bathroom once during the night. The next morning another trip to the bathroom and when I emerged she was holding a large pink bow with streamers to the floor, almost exactly like the bow in my dreams. She turned me around facing away from her and pulled my wrists behind my back. I felt her tie something around them, finding I could no longer move my hands. Back facing her she tied the bow tightly around my neck the bow and its streamers covering very little of my body. A blindfold was added, and then I was taken to her car.

I was totally out of it, naked with a bow for decoration and being taken to the auction. I had nothing to say, my mind was shutdown, no thoughts of any kind possible in the goo that occupied the space where my mind used to be. The blindfold did help, at least, the faces of anybody seeing me in the car with a bow around my neck would not be seen by me. I can imagine what thoughts might surface, if they could control their giggling long enough to form any.

No breakfast apparently this morning, nothing. The way my stomach was erupting that was probably for the best. She drove to the hotel, at least, that is where I presumed she took me. I was led out of the car and through several doors. I was barefoot, standing on a wood floor, with several people talking around me. I felt the difference in air temperature, my erection and my nipples rising to the occasion. The erection down below was more likely because of the embarrassment than the change in air temperature. I recognized some of the voices, they were members of her group. They talked some more and then someone said that they needed to start the auction.

I heard some more commotion and some cheering as apparently someone was placed on the auction block. I heard the auctioneer start his spiel, describing the person being auctioned off, then bids being given. From her voice, the lucky first one was one of the females, the partner of the lady owning the hotel. I had met her once, very nice, and well put together.

The auctioning off of the spouses went on for quite some time, I now figured I would be the last one auctioned off. I did recognize Heidi’s voice, so she was to be the next one on the auction block. There was quite a lot of cheering going on, like myself a highly sought after prize since Heidi is Francine’s love partner. I wonder if Lisa was out to capture Heidi, or was saving her money for me.

After the commotion died down, some hands grabbed my arms and I was led to the stage, then some headphones were slid over my ears blocking out all sound. I had no idea why, it wasn’t like I could do anything with my hands tied behind me. The ribbons holding my hands were not that secure, more for show than as a restraint, but it made me feel better to think all of this was out of my control. It seemed to take forever, I know losing my hearing took away any reference to what time had passed, but I know it seemed much longer than any of the others that had been auctioned off.

I was placed next to the others, feeling the other’s shoulders as we were pushed together. My blindfold was removed and the headphones taken off. I looked around smiles on everybody’s faces. Lisa grabbed me, kissing me so hard. She whispered in my ear that Francine had out bid her again, she just didn’t have enough liquid assets to keep up the bidding. I gave her a questionable look, then she told me that Francine had paid one hundred and fifty-six thousand dollars for one week of my time. Together that night, they had raised a little over a quarter of a million dollars for the charity, my share a little more than a half of that figure.

I looked over at Francine, her smile brightening up the entire room. Why in hell would someone pay that kind of money for a week of my presence? She walked over to Lisa, pointing at my chastity device. Lisa gave in taking the key and unlocking the item in question. The Francine led me off out of the hotel to her car. Arms still secured behind my back and naked except for the huge bow around my neck. I played along, enjoying the helplessness and vulnerability, at least that was what I was telling myself.

I was seated in her car, in the front seat, with her attaching my seat belt. The walk to the car was interesting, my nakedness noticed by several people, a smile coming to most of their faces. A lot of the locals had heard rumors of the auction, I guess seeing me naked added a little truth to those rumors. The drive to her house was in silence, Francine with a huge smile on her face and me wondering what is in store for me during the next week. Seven days of who knows what, I let out a huge sigh and leaned my head against the window in the door.

She drove me to her house, a split level ranch that took up most of the lot it was built on. Lisa had told me more than once that this house was just one of many Francine owned, each in areas where her salons were centered. Heidi, her significant other, had been purchased by one of the newer ladies to the group, one that was rumored to be in real estate. If I wasn’t so worried with what Francine was going to do with me, I would fantasize about Heidi. The one time I met her, she was definitely a twelve on a scale of ten. The times that I caught a glimpse of her tonight, she was confident and exuberant. I imagined she would be a handful for most anybody in a relationship.

When we got to her home and pulled into her garage, I was helped out, and led into her house. My bow was taken off and my hands were released. Pushed through the door into the dining room, I faced a table set up for a large lunch. She held my chair for me then poured me some fresh tea. It was still steaming and smelled great. I helped myself, now that the auction was over my stomach had calmed down, my appetite was returning with a vengeance. She did suggest that I moderate what I ate, tomorrow would be harder if I didn’t. Have you ever eaten a meal while being naked, it is eye opening I can assure you?

“Tonight you stay naked, but tomorrow I have something different in mind. My observation of you over the last few years has left me with an impression of you that is not how you present. I want you to drop your guard, accept this as a possible part of you, and live the week as who I think you really are. On Monday you will go into your work, doing your regular job, just not interacting with your wife Lisa. If you keep a little distance, she will never recognize you as you will be quite different in looks and actions. I get my revenge on Lisa, her husband replaced with a young and beautiful vixen.

“I will, of course, tease her all week, telling her what I have done to you, her getting someone back that she will not recognize. At the end of the week, we will talk again, maybe you seeing what I have seen for years. Your bedroom is the same one you used last time, only difference is you will sleep there at night. Think about it tonight, a lot of the things that you two do point to this type of relationship, you just never have embraced it. I will point out that you have always worn an engagement and wedding ring, not something that any normal male would do. One thing of hundreds that you indulge in. I am sure once she acknowledges it, your relationship will be stronger and more romantic.”

She led me off to the bedroom asking if I needed help in getting into bed. I gave her a quizzical look, expecting restraints, a nightie, something to hinder me or excite me. Nothing. I got a kiss on the forehead and was left alone. It had been a stressful day, so I just laid there going over the happenings of the day. The one thing that kept popping up was the absurd amount of money she spent on me for a week of my time. That thought stayed with me for quite some time, before the stress of the day finally managed to send me into dreamland.

The next morning, I was woken up by Francine, my bow was re-attached and I was led from the house. Still naked elsewhere. The trip was not too long, about thirty minutes. I kept quiet, curious as to what was going to happen, but afraid of finding out just exactly what was going to be my fate. Led into the salon, lots of people noticing my attire, but not a single comment or remark. I was taken to her office and another lady came in to sit by me. Francine explained in detail what was going to happen to me.

I would be made over to the female sex, as realistic as their technology would allow. It would take all day culminating in the late afternoon. Then, for the rest of the week, I would work at my office just liked I normally do, sleeping in Francine’s house at night. She would take me to dinner, out shopping, and even a movie, dancing or clubbing if I desired. Lisa would be shown some pictures during the week, leaving my face obscured. Of course Francine would be telling her of how I had been made into a woman, permanently, her husband replaced with a blonde bimbo. There would be no sex, just as the rules stated, but Libby was the one that would be returning home after the week.

Apparently Lisa had started all of this some years ago, doing a similar thing to Francine when she had just finished transitioning. Her then significant other was dressed in ultra-feminine clothes, had a curly permanent and sent back to Francine not looking at all like she used to. This was Francine’s payback to Lisa. Nothing being done to me was permanent, although there would be some lingering effects that would require several months to fade away. All the better to get at Lisa.

Francine confessed to me that she loved Lisa as a sister, but sometimes sisters have to be dealt with in a certain way to keep them in line. Now Francine gets her payback, and I get to experience a side of me that has been hidden away since childhood. A stack of papers was pushed my way to sign, authorizations for all the procedures that were to be performed. I signed them without pause, whatever is done to me, pale compared to the good that came about with the auction, the home for the abused children and Francine getting even with Lisa. At least I hoped, that is how it would turn out. The butterflies were still there as I was led to my first treatment. Lots and lots of the little critters, all trying to escape from my stomach at the same time.

Glenda was very nice making me comfortable on the table in the room we were in, then removed my bow. She laid it careful to the side knowing I would want to save it for a memento of this auction. My feet were placed in stirrups extending from the end of the table, then strapped around the ankle to keep them there. Spread wide so she could get up close to my groin, my thingy was manipulated until my balls popped back inside my body. At the time I didn’t even realize that was possible.

The penis was glued down between my legs so it was hardly noticeable then a false vagina was laid over the area. It looked very realistic, my two new lips looking just like Lisa’s. They were soft to the touch, the sheath they protected deep and slightly slick. She blended the edges with makeup after gluing it down securely. The glue was one of their formulations, a trip to the salon necessary to allow the vagina to be removed. In other words Lisa would not be able to utilize my male organ anytime soon, of course, neither would I.

We weren’t bunnies in bed, but she would regularly take advantage of my equipment at least once a week. I was always the bottom, her eventual position was on top of me riding me like a cowgirl. I guess another point that confirmed some of Francine’s suspicions. I was a screamer, according to Lisa, as I approached my climax, she would lean down and kiss me hard smothering my joyful vocal eruptions.

Next, Glenda moved to my chest, an intimidating machine was moved next to the table and two clear plastic forms were glued to my chest. I sincerely hoped the finished product would not be as big as the forms. They were huge, at least from my vantage point. Hoses were attached, a fatty substance injected into the forms and the machine turned on. It started sucking on my skin, even right at the beginning some of my extra flab being pulled into the cups. A slow vibration also started, the flab inside bouncing wildly in the form. Over a short period of time the extra fat that was added disappeared into my body, being soaked up I presume.

I had to concentrate on breathing for a few minutes, all of this too much to handle at first. Slow even breaths did bring back some focus, my eyes riveted on my developing breasts. I felt my hands being laid on the flat part of the table, then her hands inspecting them. One hand was placed in a liquid while the other hand was splayed and a file used to start shaping the nails. Then when that hand was finished they were exchanged.

A tool was used to remove excess skin around the edges of the nail, then a clear liquid was applied to the surface of my finger nails. I figured some type of polish, but instead it was an adhesive for the extensions to be applied next. I began to realize how far this was going to proceed, way farther than I would be comfortable with. I had been bought for some preposterous price, so I kept my mouth shut, hoping it would not progress as far as I might envision.

The extensions baked on to my regular nails, a base coat to keep the colored polish from staining my nails permanently then the color itself. In this case, a bright coral red polish, three coats applied to guarantee total coverage. It was surreal as she stroked the brush over my long extensions, the color spreading out so that no part of the nail was left without any polish on it. Then a topcoat to make them shine like glass. Indeed that was the end result.

From there, she moved to my hair, replacing the top end of the table with a small sink and washing and conditioning my hair. Then the end of the table was raised slightly, so that the back of my head was available to be worked on. My hair was cut into a feminine style, a layered cut that left most of my length intact. I had mistakenly let it grow till it reached my shoulder blades, keeping it in a low ponytail to keep from upsetting any of my insurance customers. The female ones not really caring, it was the males that felt uncomfortable dealing with a male sporting long hair. Even though it was tucked into my collar, I still managed to upset a few.

Now my new appearance would be put to the test, maybe the overall female look would carry through, something I would have to wait and see about. As she cut the hair it seemed to get thicker somehow, gaining in volume. Impossible, but yet in the mirror it looked so thick and luxurious. Once she had cut in my female hairstyle, curlers were added, way too many rolled tight to my head after being sprayed with liberal amounts of setting lotion. A special lotion according to Glenda, developed for the salon. It would insure long lasting curls for months, making my task of styling my hair every day much easier. The hair style just brushing back in place, feminine all the time with little effort from me.

I knew than that my days as a male at the insurance agency were no longer. Breasts, long nails and a feminine hairdo pretty much eliminating any male image I might be able to present. Even after the week I couldn’t see my male self returning easily. I did notice some pictures being taken of me, I am sure Francine would be getting quite a bit of use of those snapshots.

Under a dryer so that my curls would set, then back to a stylist’s chair. The machine sucking my flab into breasts accompanying me on each journey. The cups were approaching three quarters full, my former flat chest now mountains and valleys. This only being the start of my treatments did not bode well for the rest of the week.

Ears pierced, two holes in each ear, lasered in so there would be no healing time needed. Studs in the top and chandelier earrings in the lower holes. I immediately noticed the difference as the earrings swung to and fro against my neck. A necklace was added around my neck, just big enough to encompass my neck but not able to be slipped off. The stones in each were diamonds, classy but will go with everything. Then the clasp of the necklace was glued shut and the backs of the earrings were done the same. Apparently to prevent my appearance from slipping back into anything resembling a masculine façade after the week.

The suction on my breasts was turned off, the cups now full to the brim. The cups would stay on slowly dissolving over the next few days. As the hoses were removed, there was no obstruction in seeing just how big my new mammary glands were now. The fact that they would be with me for quite some time, and they were a part of me, a living part of my body, made this all so surreal.

I guess I had suffered enough, I was given some clothes and allowed to dress. The choice of clothes was a big question mark, I really doubt any more feminine items could be found anywhere. I did welcome the bra, the weight of my new breasts definitely making the support of the bra welcome. The weight of them pulling on my chest already and it was only moments after the pump was turned off. The panties were also welcome, ever since the disappearance of my male organ it has felt very drafty and empty down there. When handed the cute lacy pantie it was quickly pulled up my legs and situated at my waist. A brief look down there showed a flat front with a distinct camel toe look in the gusset of my pantie.

Of course, every new female should only wear skirts, the one chosen for me short and tight. The lacy blouse hid very little, the bra quite visible. I did have to show Francine what I looked like before I left, a few more pictures were taken and then I made my way to my office. It was a little after three, so enough time to get all the giggling out of the way before tomorrow.

I didn’t want to put it off any longer, letting everybody get their laughing over with now, maybe some work could still be accomplished this week. When I walked into the office, I was surprised as all of the girls greeted me in the female gender, then I was handed the messages for this morning. I stood there, expecting some reaction, but receiving none. Suzanne finally asked if I wanted anything right now, my first appointment will be here in about fifteen minutes. I took my messages and staggered into my office. I sat at the desk and briefly looked at the messages. Betty the receptionist buzzed me, my first appointment was here now. I told her to send them in.

Imagine my surprise when the town mayor showed up. He was one of the ones that frowned on my hair length, never saying anything but obviously not pleased with it. He sat across from me, taking out his copy of his policy, pointing to the limit on coverage. He had added some fancy electronics to his house, now wanting to increase his coverage. I made the adjustments, told him the insurance company would send him an adjusted bill to cover the increase in his policy. He rose extended his hand wanting to know my name. He didn’t recognize me, we have known each other for at least six years but he never twigged to the real me. I introduced myself as Libby, happy that I could help him. He left the office, quite content. Suzanne walked in, smiling, she had been told by Francine to make sure that I had to deal with any customer that had shown hostility in the past. Thus my appointment with the mayor today. Normally the girls would handle any policy increases without my intervention.

It turned out to be the first of many, in the next couple of hours. Some new customers but most of them previous customers, about half of them had given me grief in the past about one thing or another. Today none of that hostility surfaced, I was treated well, and was able to help them with their questions or policy updates. With the female customers I received a hug as they left, the male customers a nice polite handshake before leaving, although a few of the handshakes lingered a little longer than usual.

At a few minutes after six my girls all paraded into the office, wanting to scrutinize me closer and compliment me on my appearance. They giggled some then shocked me when they asked if Libby could be their boss in the future. I told them I would consider it, but first I had to get through this week. I was instantly mobbed, their hugging trying to do damage to my new feminine body. I did made it back to Francine’s house, already missing my beloved Lisa.

At Francine’s house I looked down at my hands, I was unconsciously turning my rings, missing Lisa so much, and it has only been a day. Francine caught me playing with my rings, telling me that I would soon be re-united with my love, just be patient.

Dinner was at home, then to her study so she could let me see what she was sending Lisa in pictures and emails. I giggled a little, Francine was really laying it on thick, and Lisa was buying most of it judging by her responses. Remind me to never piss off either one, I doubted I could hold my own against Lisa, much less Francine.

I was told she had tickets for a play tomorrow night, about an hour’s drive from our town. She then showed me the dress I would be wearing, a little bit of nothing that would barely cover any spots that needed covering. I swallowed hard, it is hard being a pawn in a battle between two strong willed females.

The gals at my agency were having a ball, getting to see me dressed up every day a real treat for them. First thing in the morning was more salon time, then around ten I was back at work. Surprisingly work went off without a hitch, every customer I handled was polite and complimentary about my appearance. Back at Francine’s, then into the little piece of nothing so we could go see the play. It didn’t take me long to dress, but took forever to convince myself of going out dressed that way.

Finally Francine showed up, took one look at me and I was led to her limo. It was a pleasant evening, the play was very good, the only snag was my dress, trying to pull it so it covered more of me up occupied all of my time. I spent the majority of the time fiddling with my dress, a few glimpses of the play scattered here and there.

The third day at the salon I was helped up onto the table and my feet put back in the stirrups. Two cast like forms were inserted behind the calves of my legs and strapped to the leg itself. It left me with my toes pointing down like I was standing on my toes. I received a shot in both calves, not really hurting but I could feel a difference as the shot started spreading out through the leg. It felt like everything was tightening up, but then after an hour it felt normal again. That was the only treatment for today, I was pleasantly surprised, wondering what the treatment was for.

Yesterday during my salon time I received highlights to my hair, now a two tone effect that seemed to make me even more feminine looking. I was glad things were slowing down some with four days left I feared what might be left of my masculinity if I received three to four treatments every day.

I was brought back to the present as the casts were removed from my leg. I was helped up and swung my legs down to the floor, as my feet hit the floor my legs collapsed right out from under me, the pain in my calves sudden and intense. I was helped into a pair of high heels, then tried standing again, this time I slowly put my weight on the foot. No problem I let out a huge sigh, figuring out what the treatment was for. I now would have to wear heels to be able to walk anywhere, that or do it tiptoe.

I began to see a pattern here, every service Francine had performed on me was guaranteed to keep me in the female gender for the foreseeable future. I am sure it could be eventually reversed, but that would take months and a good chunk of money to accomplish.

Now I started thinking if this to get back at Lisa, or something to make me aware of something in my persona. Is her touting all of this to Lisa to get even for some faux-paux from years earlier or to get Lisa to accept me as a female? Something to consider later this evening when things have settled down some.

After work when I returned to Francine’s I was asked to change, we were going out clubbing five girls plus her chauffeur. When I looked at the dress on my bed I almost had a heart attack. It was a LBD but scandalous anyway you look at it. Almost see through, the hem half way up my thigh, the deep plunge at the back of the dress ending around my waist, no bra and only a light lacy cup for my breasts in the front of the dress. After looking at it I turned to find Francine and tell her no way was I wearing that dress.

I made three steps in that direction when confronted with my nemesis. I was pulled back into the bedroom and helped to get undressed. A change of panties, then the dress was slid over my head. She took my breasts, sprayed a little adhesive on then then positioned them in the dress’s cups. A light squeeze and they were secured. The very short zipper at the back was pulled up and secured, then she helped me into the heels that were sitting at the edge of the bed. As my feet slid into the pumps I seemed to be getting taller. One look down at my feet and I knew why, I was standing on six inch heels.

Before I could gather my wits I was dragged from the bedroom, my heels click clacking on the tile floor. Out to the living room to see the other ladies waiting for the fifth member of the group, me. Then I caught sight of Lisa, her mouth wide open her eyes glued to me. I was so glad to see her, I ran to her smothering her in a hug, our breasts pushing against each other as we met. I could tell she was in shock, but I wanted some loving from her so I leaned close and gave her a passionate kiss involving quite a bit of tongue. It took her a couple of minutes to recover, but soon she was giving as good as she was receiving.

Francine cleared her throat wanting to know if we were coming or not. I grabbed Lisa’s hand and dragged her from the house. We were helped into the limo then driven to a local hot spot. I had her right next to me, just as close as I could get our bodies. She was still staring at me, trying to take all of my changes in. I did get to dance with her once, it was so nice our breasts pushed together and my head on Lisa’s shoulder. Since Lisa was a little taller than me it was a perfect fit. Both Lisa and I were approached by the numerous males that were attracted to our table. One or two of the other females accepted their offer of a dance, but most were sent back empty handed. The evening was nice, I especially enjoyed Lisa’s company, then suddenly depressed when we dropped Lisa back at her home.

The next day at the salon, concerned my voice. I had already achieved an in between voice, talking softly and changing a few words that I used. Apparently for Francine that was not enough. The technician had me make a recording of my voice in a normal tone. Then a spray was used in my throat and I tried it again. This was done several more times each spray raising the voice a little higher. She played back the last recording, my voice now naturally feminine. Then the shock, my voice will remain like that now another treatment at the salon necessary to get it to lower some, although I will never get my original voice back now. I guess that is alright, I really doubt I will be allowed or wish to go back to the former male persona.

The last two treatments at the salon minor in comparison to the ones that I have already experienced. My body hair treated with a cream, now I will forever have smooth hair free skin. The final nail in my former masculine existence was a set of hips. The same machine used to create my breasts used, but larger forms that added to my rear end and a little to the sides of my hips. Another five hours of constant sucking and I was pronounced done. One look in the mirror and I was indeed done. I was sure I never would be able to return to the male gender, too many things to reverse if they could indeed be reversed.

I returned back to the agency, handled a few customers then made my way to my home. I did tell the girls that what they saw was my new look, I doubted things could be reversed. I was kind of depressed as I made it home, although I liked living as a female I felt that it would eventually affect our marriage. As I entered the house I was playing with my wedding rings, hoping I would still be able to wear them.

As I came into the living room, I was surprised to see Francine and Lisa sitting on the sofa together. I tried to think if I was supposed to be at Francine’s tonight, but I was pretty sure she had told me this morning that last night was my last night at her home. Lisa told me to come and stand in front of her, arms at my sides. I did so trying to discern what was going on. I glanced between the two, trying to get an idea of what was happening.

Francine broke the silence telling me she has completed her part of the deal, now the rest is between Lisa and you.

Deal, what kind of deal is she talking about.

Lisa spoke next wanting me to listen carefully. “This all started several years ago, not long after I asked you to marry me. You allowed me to treat you as a wife, but never allowed it to go any further. I consulted Francine about it and we came up with a plan. The first auction when you had to stay naked all day, there was an option for you which we hinted at but you never got the hint. The closet at Francine’s was full of clothes you could wear, although they were all feminine. She even offered to help you slip one on but you refused immediately.”

“So the plan was altered and this year it was set up where you would have no choice, each treatment doled out making you accept your new status as a female. To think we had to go through all of this to get you as you should be. There was never any auctions, all of this staged to get you into the proper role. We do get together to pick a charity and donate funds for it, but we don’t have to have an auction to do it.”

“The girls at your agency were in on it as was the majority of the people in town. All to try and convince you that life as a female is the right path for you. Now that we have succeeded you will never be allowed to revert back. I put up all the money that was donated to the charity from Francine and now I expect payment back from you. At a dollar a kiss, you have a long way to go to repay me. I suggest you retire to our bedroom, put on the nightie and get ready to pay me back. Incidentally there will be interest charged on the unpaid balance.”

I giggled and almost ran to our bedroom, some of my clothes slipping off as I made my way there, I was naked in record time, the nightie slid over my head, but I left off the panties, I don’t think I will need them tonight.

A quick trip to the bathroom, some freshening up of my lipstick and I was ready. Back in bed, waiting for Lisa to show up, my legs splayed wide to entice my love. Auction or no auction I was sold to the highest bidder, and now I have to repay her. It may take the rest of my life, but I am definitely up to the task.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Madeline; Pleasing My Girl

Madeline; Pleasing My Girl

Janet and I had only been together for a little over a month. It was a college romance that started in my freshman year. I made my awkward introduction when she dropped her books due to a clumsy oaf running down the hall. I was close and helped her gather her books up. I was thanked and she asked if she could buy me a soda. I agreed immediately, she was gorgeous and so out of my league, but hope does spring eternal.

The nearest place was a block away, so she led the way as I followed behind. I was getting an enjoyable view of her rear end as she made her way to the malt shop. The malt shop was one of the busiest places on campus, almost always packed with students between their classes. I loved their drinks, very glad she chose this place to have our drink at.

We ordered our sodas and then found a table near the front.

“Did you enjoy your view of my butt?” I, of course, turned numerous shades of red, being caught red handed. When my face color returned to a more normal shade I told her yes it was quite enjoyable.

“Do you do other things besides help females pick up their books and then stare at their butt?” Another blush of color spread throughout, even my ears felt hot and red. I decided the truth is the way to go.

“No, only very attractive ones. I also blush a lot, especially when the female in question is so pretty.”

“Good save.” That pretty much broke the ice and we had an interesting conversation for the next hour. She was somewhat quiet, had opinions and expressed them but let me do most of the talking. She asked for my cell phone number, after entering it in her phone I asked for hers. I got a smile but no phone number.

“I will call you when I need your services again, until then just keep thinking about my butt.” I did get a kiss on the cheek, but way to brief. As she walked away she was sporting quite a smirk though.

We passed each other in the halls several times, I always turned to watch her walk away, her butt swaying to and fro. She would always wiggle a little more, knowing that I was transfixed with her actions. It was three weeks later when she called, asking me to a dance that her dorm was putting on. I readily agreed to take her, but insisted that she let me buy dinner before the dance. “Okay, you twisted my arm, but at the dance you have to do what I request of you.”

I couldn’t think of anything I would refuse doing, especially at a dance. We agreed on a time and a place for dinner, with her meeting me there. I dressed nicely, although Sherry told me it was not formal. I bought her a corsage for her wrist hoping to impress her a little. I managed to arrive twenty minutes early at the restaurant, mostly because I couldn’t wait to see her again and be with her.

I had picked a restaurant that served a variety of different foods, since I was not familiar with what foods she liked. When she showed up she looked ravishing, a LBD that was stressing the little part. We were seated by the hostess, a quiet booth near the patio. Our drinks were brought out then we placed our orders. Both of us got Italian dishes, her choice lasagna while I got spaghetti and meatballs with tomato sauce. We chatted about our lives, a little about our backgrounds, but mostly about college and the courses we were taking. The food was great, both of us full and content.

We drive our cars over to the college gym, where the dance was being held. I parked next to Janet, taking my corsage with me. I gave her a hug as she got out of car, and then handed her the corsage. I got a big smile from her, but then as I took the corsage out of the plastic box, she held out her hand, taking the corsage and sliding it on my wrist. Since I never thought she would do something like that I was totally unprepared. I just stared at the corsage, then back at Janet. She took my hand that was sporting the corsage and led me into the gym.

Since speech was impossible at the moment, I didn’t say anything as she paid for our tickets and then led me into the gym. She got me a glass of punch then introduced me to some of her fellow dorm residents. The band started playing the first number and she took my glass setting it on our table, then led me out to the dance floor. She took my one hand and then placed her other hand around my waist just like you would hold a female. I stood there not knowing what to do, one of her friends came over and took my left hand and placed it on her shoulder. My right hand was held in hers as she led off the dance. I stumbled a little then followed like she seemed to expect.

It was four songs later when we took a break from dancing. She asked me if I wanted something more to drink, I nodded no. I was still tongue tied, every time I looked at my wrist I saw the corsage, then I thought to myself why I had danced the last four dances as a female would. No quick answers came to mind, even now I didn’t know how to bring up the subject with her. A few of her friends came over telling me how good a dancer I was. I just nodded, all of this throwing me completely off track.

Janet had taken her purse and freshened her lipstick, and then to my horror put lipstick on my lips. Again I just let her, even moved my lips as directed to smooth out the lipstick. Another of her friends came over, Sarah, and asked me to dance. I didn’t get a chance to respond before I was being led to the dance floor. Just like with Janet she led and I followed, not just this dance but five more, each with a different one of her friends. I doubted I could come up with the resolve to say anything to anybody. Ten dances and I was still doing the female part, the corsage still proudly displayed on my wrist.

Janet did eventually rescue me, taking me to the rest room with her. Yes, you guessed it, right into the ladies rest room. I looked down right away, not wanting to see anything I was not supposed to. When I saw an empty stall I headed into it right away, locking the door behind me. I quickly dropped my pants and set down on the toilet. Until I got to the bathroom door I was not aware of my need to go. From the amount of liquid that was released, I was lucky to get there in time. I wiped and then redressed, making sure my pants were buttoned and my zipper was all the way up. Then I left the stall, joining Janet at the mirrors. She handed me her lipstick, expecting me to reapply it to my lips. As she waited she released my ponytail and ran a brush through my hair several times. My image in the mirror as I applied the lipstick was now predominantly feminine.

I have no idea why I re-applied the lipstick, I am aware that Janet has some type of control over me, just not sure what and how. I was led back to the dance floor, spending the rest of the evening in her arms. I can’t say it wasn’t where I wanted to be, it did feel so good to be held in her arms. Nobody made any remarks about my appearance or me dancing the female role, I am sure it crossed a lot of people’s minds that evening, not every dance you get to see a guy wearing a wrist corsage and dancing as a female with bright red lips. By the end of the evening I was laying my head on her shoulders, cuddled close to her not even thinking of what I was doing. Lucky for me she was several inches taller than me, a necessity if I wanted to lay my head on her shoulder.

We rode back to her dorm in her car with her leading me up to her room. As we entered her room I was kissed sensuously, leaving me out of breath and panting when she finished. Quickly she removed my clothes, then slipped a pair of panties up my legs and then a nightie over my shoulders. I was pushed back on the bed and soon she joined me, naked as the day she was born. Needless to say I was ravaged by her, no part of my body escaping her attention. I just lay there experiencing the feelings as my nipples and male organ were played with. When she nibbled hard on my nipple after teasing it to death I erupted, Janet catching most of it in her hands, then feeding it back to me making me swallow. I can’t say I enjoyed it, but it was not that repulsive.

She slid a large t-shirt over her body and then cuddled up behind me. I started to close my eyes, looking at my wrist one last time seeing that damn corsage still there. I hope tomorrow things might get better, a return to the normal I have been used to for most of my life. Surely things could not get any worse.

I woke up having to use the bathroom badly. I sat to pee, it just seemed to be the proper thing to do. As I finished up I saw my image in the mirror, still some lipstick, the nightie with the panties peeking out from underneath. Then you have the corsage, still on my wrist and looking fresh and pretty. As I made my way back to bed I was pulled down next to her and kissed hard on the lips. I started to say something to her, but her finger on my lips stopped that thought. It ended up with her playing with my nipples as I laid there trying to figure out what has happened to me.

“I have seen the expression on your face, total bewilderment most of the time. I have an effect on some people, getting them to obey me without anything being said. I knew when I met you that you would do as I asked without questioning me. Now as to our relationship. I like guys, but gals are a lot more fun. If you want me to be a part of your life, you will have to be the female in this union. Last night you did well, no one thinking you were anything other than a tomboyish female. If you can live with that we have quite a future. If not it has been fun, but I want what I want and have always managed to get it.”

“I have given you a glance of what I like, now it is up to you. Show me what you can do to convince me that you are the one that I want to share my life with. It is all up to you now. Get dressed and get out of here, I have a class in an hour and I have to get ready. I will call you in a couple of days to see when you might want to meet. Don’t disappoint me.”

I slipped on my clothes, somehow they didn’t feel right now. Since I had ridden back with her from the dance, I had to walk back to the gym to get my car. Janet offered to drive me before her first class, but I needed the time to figure out things. One, what the hell happened to me and two do I continue on to win the affection of Janet. I too had two classes this morning, but figuring out what happened is more important at the moment, so I ditched both classes. I took the long way back, stopping often to take in the surroundings as I made my way back to my car, then to my house.

I did eventually get there, still wondering about her power over me. That is the only thing that I could think of causing me to act that way. Everything she asked I obeyed quickly and in a positive manner. How else would you explain a male wearing a corsage for almost a day, one originally bought for his date? Looking at my wrist the corsage was still there, all the way across campus and I still wore the damn corsage. Even now I was reluctant to take it off, Janet had not told me to remove it, but she was the one to slip it on my wrist. I eventually got it off since I had to attend a couple of classes that afternoon, but I am very happy they were only lectures. If I would have had to participate in the class I would have utterly failed for the day.

That night I did a lot of thinking, her last statement ‘Don’t disappoint me’ still bouncing through my head. How can I make her happy if I don’t know what will do the trick. I tried to list in my mind what happened last night. She put the corsage on me, I had to follow in dancing instead of leading, the panties, the negligee, the lipstick. Oh Gawd, she wants me to be the female in the relationship. Then it all came back to me, the last words she told me before I was sent out of her room. ‘If you want me you will have to be the female in this union.’ It all makes sense now, after thinking about it I was treated as a female date all night long. Okay, it takes hitting some males on the head repeatedly before they catch on, and I will admit it, I fall into that category quite easily.

If I want a future with her I am going to have embrace my feminine side quite a bit and from her last words I have until later in the week to show her I am willing and able to do it. Now other than wearing a wrist corsage all the time, how am I going to accomplish that? Females, pretty clothes, beauty salons, that’s it I need to find a beauty salon to help me make the change. I looked at yesterday’s newspaper, I thought I saw an ad for a beauty salon, something about a contest for the longest fingernail.

I found the ad and called the number, wondering if I have lost it completely mentally. I am calling a beauty salon to get made feminine for my girl. A girl that I have only known for parts of two days. Maybe it is already too late for me.

The salon answered and I asked about beauty treatments to make me look feminine. I was expecting laughter or a quick end to the call. I got neither. She suggested that if I came in, a specialist could appraise me, giving me ideas on what they could do and how I will look afterward. That included a picture of how I would look after all the treatments. It sounded good, I made an appointment for two hours later surprised that they could take me so soon. The fact that it was after five P.M. another huge surprise.

I made several more calls to see if any other salons would help me. I got laughed at one salon and the next two hung up right after I finished my request. That left me with the Turnabout Gurl Salon as my only choice. I changed clothes and made the trip. I was expecting a small neighborhood beauty shop like my mother used when I was growing up. Instead was this huge shop as big as some super stores, their parking lot jammed with cars. I could see in through some of their windows, customers and employees everywhere. Then right next to the salon was this huge clothing store, the sheer femininity of it oozing out of the doors.

I took the first step, in through the doors and met with my technician that would be helping me today. Beverly introduced herself, then asked what I was looking for. I blurted it right out, my soon to be girlfriend wants me to be the female in the relationship and I know nothing about how to accomplish it. I did manage to tell her that I wanted to ease into it, maybe something different every week until I see if this is what she wants me to do. No problem, may I suggest long nails to start with, very feminine and since they require a period to get used to them, a wise thing to start with.

I swallowed hard trying to get the frog in my throat to budge, but it was stubborn. I ended up nodding my approval and was led to a treatment room at the side of the salon. Beverly looked at my nails then went to a side counter and removed what she would need to complete the task. My mind was telling me that this was idiotic, but all I could see was Janet’s face and how I felt when she held me as we danced, then thinking of being cuddled in her arms last night seemed to make the decision for me.

When Beverly returned and started on my nails, I closed my eyes. If I can’t see what is being done than it can’t be happening. It is funny what the mind tells itself when faced with something so out of character for a male. I guess Beverly saw my eyes closed, squeezing my hand causing my eyes to burst open. She engaged me in conversation for the rest of the time, making me answer her and stay engaged in what she was doing.

It ended up with me being fascinated with my new nails, ten gorgeous nails extending from the ends of my fingers painted in a bright red polish. It made my fingers look longer and more delicate, and yes more feminine. When she finished she thanked me for the opportunity to work on me, then suggested a manicure for my toes, to match my feminine nails. I shook my head up and down, my eyes riveted to my new nails and how pretty they looked. Words escaped me, my total being fascinated by my new fingernails, not ever something I have even thought about before.

The manicure on my feet was delightful, so relaxing that I drifted off to sleep for a while. She squeezed my hand again, with me waking up greeted by ten pretty toes in a matching polish. We talked for a while as she made sure my polish was dry before I slipped my socks back on. As I was starting to gather my sock to slip it on she handed me a sandal, cute and feminine with little rhinestones encrusted on the straps. She helped me put them on, I wiggled my toes looking at how nice they looked in the sandals. I paid her for her services and the sandals, gave her a nice tip and made my way back to my car.

I was out the door and almost to my car before I realized that anyone looking at me could see the extensions and the bright red polish. As my former self that would have bothered me, now I raised my head and continued on, proud to be pretty and feminine. I made it home, and had settled in for the night when someone knocked on the door. I got up to answer the door and as it opened Janet spotted my nails and attacked. I soon found myself on my couch with her lying on top of me. There I stayed for over two hours while she showed her appreciation for what I had done. Maybe I can get my hair styled next week, wondering what rewards that might get me.

The next day reality stuck up its ugly head. I had to attend classes, with prominent long red fingernails. Since it was late spring it was warm, wearing gloves would stand out worse then the red nails. I had nothing to get the polish off, even a trip out to procure something would expose me to the general public. I called Janet hoping to get her to let me come by and help me remove the polish. She giggled at my request, suggesting that I if did show up an application of lipstick and maybe a bow for my hair would solve the problem. I decided to take my chances without swinging by her place.

I arrived at my next class, looking around to see how many people were staring at me. Surprisingly no one was looking in my direction. During the class a few of the females looked in my direction smiled and returned to listening to the teacher. After the class was over, several of the females complimented me on the nails, asking where I had them done at. Other than that it was a non-event.

Janet had homework she had to do tonight, so I was left by myself to wile away the hours. I spent the whole time reading some assigned reading and staring at my nails. As I got ready for bed, I kind of wished I had gone out and purchased a nightie, remembering back to the first night, the feel of it making me an easy convert to feminine sleepwear now. Oh well, I did rub my fingers over the polished nails, the slick feeling quite intoxicating. That is the last I remember as I drifted off to sleep.

The next two days were a repeat, I was beginning to wonder if Janet was already tiring of me, since she made excuses for both nights. At least she did not give me the excuse of having to wash her hair. I made another appointment at the salon, this time I decided on a feminine hairstyle, if this does not work out I could always go back to a short male hairstyle. I guess in a way I was getting desperate, wanting Janet back in my life all the time, and the heck with possible consequences of the feminine things I was subjecting myself to.

The hairstyle definitely put me over the top on apparent femininity. Loads of curls and even highlights to make the female in me stand out. After a look in the mirror I decided to purchase a feminine pair of jeans and a blouse, since my male clothes I had worn to the salon looked so out of place. The image was like a female trying to wear her younger brother’s clothes. Once in my new feminine apparel, the image turned to a young female trying to impress her BFF. I hoped Janet would be more than a BFF, but at this stage I will take whatever I can get.

When I arrived back home Janet was waiting for me, her big smile and her licking of her lips the look I was hoping to get. She apologized for standing me up three nights in a row, but she was behind in her studies, a certain new girlfriend consuming all of her thoughts and feelings. Now that she was caught up, she can turn her attention back to me. With one push I was led to my bedroom, another push as my new pants were sliding down my legs and I was laying flat on the bed as she attacked my face and breasts. She was mumbling something about nothing to play with, as she bit my nipple making me yelp.

I would imagine that breasts would have to be something that I looked into in the future, since she spent about an hour fondling, biting and sucking my little nipples till they were sore and red. It is amazing what I would consider doing for her, a male getting breasts a biggie no matter what the reasons or circumstances.

Over the next few weeks a number of feminine attributes were embraced, pierced ears, feminine eyebrows, a body free of any hair and me now wearing high heels for almost any activity. The current pair with five inch heels, and cute as can be. The stiletto heel, and the ankle strap, in an ivory colored leather making the shoe really stand out.

I presume my fellow classmates have gotten used to me dressed as a female, hardly any comments other than where I bought the item they were admiring. Yes, I did make my own purchases of clothing and shoes, Janet telling me that I would appreciate them more that way. Now when I see something in the shop window, I immediately turn to go in, making sure that I don’t miss out on something so pretty and cute.

Janet did eventually move in with me, after I agreed to her demands of me. I even changed my major, now I am a home economics major, Janet feeling that would better suit me, since I will be her wife, the training necessary to take care of her and our home. Our home that she went and purchased right after we graduated. I did get the breasts, sucked from my body, more than normal for my body size, but just right for Janet to grab a hold of in her opinion. Believe me she puts in the hours manipulating them, my nipples always a little tender from her constant attention.

On the second anniversary of me helping her pick up her books, I was surprised with a quick trip to Vegas where I was asked to marry her and the ceremony was performed. So now Madeline is married, a wife and play toy for Janet. She picked my name, then after we returned she made it official getting all of my I.D. changed to the new name and gender.

I will always remember the wedding night fondly, Janet’s dildo exploring my body till the wee hours of the next morning. I did walk funny as we made the trip to the airport to head back home, but the smile on my face made it all worth while. I never did release my grip on her arm, not going to let her get away ever. Pleasing my girl, that is what it is all about.

© 2016 thru 2024 Fran Cesca Walker