No Longer A Costume

My wife and I were courting a prospective customer a few days before Halloween. We had hoped to have business concluded before this, having already spent three days in negotiations with them. It isn’t the first time we have trekked here to try and sign them on as customers. This time if successful it would guarantee a financial stability for the company for years to come.

I had come back to our hotel room to relax a little while Kayla spent some beauty salon time with the owner of the business Sheila Applewood. The business was Applewood Industries, a leader in designing and manufacturing production line equipment. Our business was importing parts for different manufacturers for whatever they desired to use them for.

In this case, we were trying to sell them modular control units for their equipment designs, a specialty of our company. They also showed some interest in our switching units, a device to change the direction of an item proceeding along a conveyor belt. If we were successful it would mean almost three million dollars in additional revenue for us not counting the volume discounts we might get by selling the additional units to them and others.

It was late when Kayla returned to the hotel room, a quite large smirk on her face as she kissed me in greeting. The salon certainly knew their business, she was prettier than I have ever seen her in my five years of marriage to her. After the sensual kiss she sat me down and filled me in on the evenings discussions at the salon.

“We are invited to a costume party tomorrow night at Sheila’s home, both of us to be in costume. Sheila had the costumes already picked out for us, plus the use of the salon to make sure the rest of us fit the theme of the costume.

Then on Halloween itself we will be attending the company Halloween party held in the warehouse of their plant. Then the following morning she will meet with us and most likely sign a five year contract for the parts we want to furnish her company.”

I did catch the most likely part, so I presumed the next two days would either get us the contract or we would go home empty handed. Kayla became serious as she took my one hand and looked directly into my face.

“This is the part I am sure you will not care for. Her costume for you is a French maid, a very sexy French maid. Mine is a dominatrix, one that is the maid’s employer and owner.” Without making a big fuss, I mentioned that I didn’t think you would be too happy in that costume. Her only reply was maybe he isn’t interested in the contract then.

“I don’t think we can get by with you abstaining from dressing up, she is quite resourceful getting her way on almost anything she does. The fact that she had the costumes picked out and the salon appointment booked weeks ago says this was all planned before we even showed up. Whether this is part of some grand plan or just something kinky she indulges in from time to time I have no idea.

When I talked to one of the gals at the salon today, she did indicate that this is not the first time something similar has happened with regards to Sheila especially at Halloween.”

“By the way the salon does transform males into beautiful females every day, a fact of why the salons were started in the first place. The name Turnabout Gurl Salon fits them perfectly. Look what they accomplished with me today, and you can imagine how good you will look after they get finished with you. Sheila turned out even more exotic than me, her hair style a real work of art.”

“I know you will dread it, but for me I want you to try it. Ever since I found out her plan for you I have been dripping wet in anticipation of seeing you as a French maid and later seeing to your deflowering. So please consider doing this for me, at least this one time. I will be so grateful, promising to take real good care of you in all matters especially sexually.”

I had listened to her every word, hoping that it was just something to wind me up. Her pleading with me at the end told me that this is all real. I definitely did not want to do this, but we had already spent quite a bit of time courting Sheila, by refusing her invitation all of that would be for naught. I especially didn’t want to be seen dressed as a maid, a servant to her by all her friends and executives. Then at the party at the plant to all the rest of her employees. I thought about it for quite some time, before swallowing hard and telling Kayla I would do it. After I had agreed to do it I felt perspiration on my hands and forehead, this is definitely at the upper limit of what I can handle personally. I asked her to stay with me through all of this, without her by my side I doubted I could or would go through with this.

Kayla did hold me tightly in bed that evening, several times I tried to scoot even closer, tomorrow’s activities weighing heavily on my mind. I was usually the one to comfort Kayla in rough times, but now the roles were reversed. I did finally manage a few hours of sleep, Kayla dragging me out of bed at seven A.M. the start of what I hoped would not be a disastrous day. I managed to use the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and shimmied into one of Kayla’s robes and I was led out the door. For gawd sake I am naked under her robe, not even a pair of panties. That alone had my mouth open and beads of sweat already forming on my body before we reached the hotel room door.

Other than my extreme nervousness at what was to happen the trip was a non-event. Kayla did have to drag me from the car, as I was trying to hold on to anything to keep from leaving it and unsuccessfully trying to keep the robe on my body, its absence would leave me exposed to everyone. I failed in both attempts.

My first look at the salon did nothing for easing some of my fears. It was huge and so feminine. I was taken immediately to a private room and the robe removed. Kayla approached with one of her old sets of contact lenses and inserted one in each eye. My vision was now fuzzy, so I couldn’t really make out what they were going to do to me. I was kissed hard by Kayla, and told to be good. She will check on me at lunch and be back to take me to the costume party at six.

Oh gawd, eleven hours here alone, I doubt there will be anything masculine left after that amount of time. I shed a tear or two, and tried to block out what will be happening to me. If I can’t see it and do not think about it it can’t possible be happening to me. Sounds good, but so totally un-realistic. I was laid on a table and a cream was smeared all over my front side. As that was doing whatever it was intended to do my nails were being worked on.

I have to remember to thank Kayla for the contacts, the fuzzy vision helped with dealing with what was happening. I felt things being done but could not be sure what it was or see the end result to worry about.

The cream was wiped off later and I was turned over so the back side could be done too. In the meantime they had worked on my fingernails, not sure what all had been done bit I no doubt had some very feminine nails now. I managed to feel with my fingers that my fingernails were now longer, extending way past the end of my fingers. They were slick too, probably fingernail polish like Kayla wears all the time.

The cream on my back was wiped off and I was turned back over, my feet placed in stirrups and secured. I was tempted to raise my head and look at what was being done, but maybe not seeing what was being done to me might make it easier to accept.

My legs were split wide apart, almost to the point of hurting. Then I felt a cool spray on my groin and nothing more after that. I did feel the presence of someone between my legs apparently doing something to my male apparatus. I figured that anatomically I was a female now, my male organ hid somehow, I just hoped his hiding spot was not permanent.

In my years as a male I never did refer to my male organ as a penis, that sounded so vulgar to me. Kayla called it Percevil, always with a giggle to go along with the name. It was happy, Kayla loved it and payed it homage quite often. I tried to return her efforts in spades, I think Kayla was happy with my efforts but I was not totally confident in that thought, especially now and in the future.

There was two things attached to my chest in the area around my nipples and then a while later a suction started in those things attached to my chest. It was relentless, never releasing the suction, but alternating with more suction to pull tissue into the cups. It seemed like I could feel the tissue slip into the cup, but that may have been my overactive imagination.

They washed my hair, then applied several treatments to it, then rinsed them out shortly thereafter. I could feel my hair being wrapped around something, probably curlers. Then something slid over all of that and warm air flowing after that. My lower legs were placed in some kind of form and strapped down. I think I felt a pin prick in each calf but then nothing. It seemed like I was being forced to stand on my toes in the form, the arch of my ankle quite severe.

I was left alone for awhile, the machine sucking my tissue into the objects on my chest the only thing happening to me that I could discern. After several hours the forms that had been attached to my lower legs were removed, although the foot was still arched severally. It was like I was standing on my toes. The chair I was strapped down to was set up some and my hair was removed from the presumed curlers. My eyebrows were worked on, from the many sharp pains from that area, I presume I have a lot less there than when I entered the salon. A liquid was added to my lips after they were placed in some type of form, not allowing me to move them much.

After an eternity the machine sucking the loose tissue from my chest into the forms was shut off and I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Even with my fuzzy vision the forms looked full, instantly I wondered how the tissue that was sucked from my body would suddenly go back where it came from. My stomach knotted up as the realization of some of this made it to my muddled mind.

I said a silent prayer that Kayla would stick with me through this, as I knew things between us would change drastically. Essentially I was becoming a female in all ways physically, so that anything involving a relationship between us would now have to be female to female.

They worked on my face for another hour, adding different types of cosmetics, from the few comments that I overheard I presumed the cosmetics were semi-permanent. Another hard fact to somehow deal with. Although the changes were not what I had thought would happen, I remained quiet. I probably should have spoke up, or stopped the changes, but for some reason I went along with everything praying that somehow I would survive the ordeal in the end.

While I was in the chair stockings were eased up my leg and shoes were added to my feet. I was helped to stand and held there until I managed to get my bearings and was able to stand alone. The heels were very tall, the arch of my foot somehow fitting the arch of the heel perfectly.

A corset was added around my waist and over the next hour tightened until the sides met in the back. I felt the stockings being attached to the corset, their tightness now quite noticeable. I could still breathe, however, so I was thankful for that.

A bra for my breasts, it immediately helped with supporting the now significant weight on my chest. The hoses had been removed but the form that shaped them was still there. A dress of some sort was slipped over my head and buttoned up the back. I doubted if it covered up much since I could feel the air on my thighs still and the top of my chest. I presumed I was now in a maid’s uniform ready to perform my duties. I sincerely hope I will be spared that duty, hoping against hope that this was just a costume for the evening.

My hair was worked on, as I felt soft tendrils of curly hair lying on my shoulders. The decision to keep my hair long most of these years now being used against me. I did hear Kayla off in the background, hoping that it was indeed her and that she was there to lead me away. It seemed like hours more before she made her way to my location, I later figured it was her time to get into her role for the evening. I felt her slide something around my neck and a click as it fastened together. She giggled some then pulled on the leash attached to my collar. I presume it was a leash as a part of it swung down and hit my chest. “Come along Collette time to make our appearance.”

I felt funny being led from the salon collared and apparently leashed. I had withdrawn into myself now submissive and quiet. This was way more than my mind could handle, I knew the things being done to me but not what to do about any of them. Kayla seemed content to let things progress for some reason, now was not the time for me to ask why. I trusted her, I had to since there was no one else to watch over me. I withdrew into my shell and let things happen. I did imagine the shock on my face when the fuzzy contacts were removed and I could see for myself what had been done to me.

I kept telling myself that things would work themselves out somehow, now if I could just believe my own thoughts. We made an unscheduled stop back at the hotel room as Kayla led me to the bedroom part of the suite we had reserved. She led me close to the bed and told me to stand still.

“Due to your looks and what Sheila has managed to have done to you I have made a few other adjustments to your costume. Don’t ask questions right now, I will explain as we get you outfitted for your role tonight. Sheila had exceeded what we had agreed to earlier, so I have made some modifications to your costume. Some of the things I have decided on will most likely shock you, but due to Sheila’s unorthodox approach to your costume I feel they are necessary.”

“It seems that she was intending to humiliate you at the party, leaving you in an uncomfortable position. From what I have found out so far she was intending to rent you out as a maid to her friends and executives. That would leave her a way out of the deal if she wanted to, since your lack of cooperation would be seen as not desiring the deal. I have already talked to her telling her that I am approaching her competition with our products and will be selling to them at our cost.”

“There was several moments of silence as she was trying to see if I was bluffing. When I mentioned the CEO’s name of her best competitor she knew I was serious. She has already signed the contract and paid the first year’s estimated purchases upfront. She did want to make sure we were still coming to her costume party tonight. I told her we would not miss it, but my maid will be unable to serve others or do much but tend to my needs. I got a quizzical look from her but she didn’t say anything more.”

“Now to make sure you are safe and trussed up next to me we need to make you my maid slave. We will start with a chastity belt, with proper attachments to insure your virginity. That requires me giving you a douche in you rear entry point. Come along Colette and we will see to that now.”

I started to say something but I got a stare from her that would melt steel. Even through the fuzziness I knew she was serious so I closed my mouth and awaited further developments. After she had applied the douche and waited until I was cleaned out I was taken back to the side of the bed, I now noticed through the fuzziness that it was covered with things apparently intended for me.

The belt was fastened around my waist, and clicked shut behind my back. I felt a strap being brought up between my legs and two intruders positioned over my available orifices. She giggled, then eased the intruders into me. Another click and I was secured in the chastity belt. The feeling was so different, now I felt stuffed both in front and in the rear. I know it has affected how I am standing in the heels, most likely how I will walk too.

I felt her change my heels, these seemed even higher that the pair from the salon. They apparently locked as I heard two more clicks. Another band was applied right above my knees restricting my gait considerably. I hoped that was to be the extent of my gear, but I was so wrong. She unbuttoned my maid’s dress and lowered the top part of the dress to lay around my waist. My bra was removed and a new one fastened around my chest. This one was heavier, the cups of the bra felt cold on my new mammaries, like some type of metal. I presumed it would warm up eventually, then another click. “Now your breasts are safe and secure in your new chastity bra.”

I couldn’t imagine much more that could be done to me but I forgot the mouth. Kayla asked me to open my mouth and she inserted a funny looking contraption of metal into my mouth. Due to my fuzzy vision I could not make out the detail but I could feel my mouth now quite full with the intruder. Kayla used a pair of tongs to trap my tongue in the gag, then made adjustments so that it fit snugly behind my teeth, now I could no longer open my mouth or do anything but let out a low groan. The old collar was removed and a new one was secured around my neck.

The new collar ran from my chin to my upper chest, fitting tightly around my neck. It held my neck rigid and was secured to my gag by two wires that slipped out of my mouth and attached to the collar. More clicks as the collar was locked on making me more than secure at least from my standpoint.

Her contacts were removed from my eyes and after blinking many times I finally could see clearly. I was led over to the mirror a slow maneuver since I was hobbled at the knees and in towering heels. As my image came into view I almost fainted. I was indeed a sexy maid, more like wanton sex personified. Kayla was holding on to me, to insure that I remained standing. After a few moments she moved my hand down to her sex, where I could easily tell she was very turned on. A set of mittens were added before we left the room, making my hands useless. They were fashioned from clear plastic, allowing my fingernails to be seen, while fitting as if they had been molded to my hands. Of course, they also locked on, guarantying that I would not have the use of my hands tonight.

She left all of my keys for her additions in the hotel room, hidden in among her suitcase, making sure that I saw what she had done. I was slowly led through the hotel corridors then through the lobby, attracting more than a little attention. I noticed that most of the males were left with their mouths open, probably drooling some.

I should mention here that Kayla was dressed as an equally sexy dominatrix, a whip and cuffs hanging from her belt at the waist. There was a limo waiting for us out front, the driver of said limo never taking his eyes off of me as I eased into the back seat. The ride was in silence as Kayla was checking her emails on her tablet. Once at Sheila’s house I was helped out and we made our way to the front door. Sheila opened the door herself after we rang the doorbell, instantly her mouth open in awe and totally at a loss for words. Kayla asked if we could come in, and Sheila giggled and stood aside so we could enter. Kayla led me right into the front room, not waiting for Sheila. She did manage to catch up with us, hugging Kayla and inspecting her slave, little old me. I really doubt she missed anything on my body, even poked a couple of things to see if they were real or fake.

Kayla took me over to a staircase and tied my leash to one of the railings a little over head high. To make her point she slid a lock into the loops at the end of the leash and smiled at Sheila. They went off to talk, while I stood there as every eye in the place was fixated on my body and dress. My feet were beginning to ache a little, but I finally realized what would have become my fate tonight if not for Kayla.

Standing there I did wonder what all the changes meant for me in Kayla’s and my relationship. That thought was rudely interrupted as my anal intruder came to life. Oh gawd no. My mind now focused on it and what it was doing to my body. I was twisting and turning, my male appendage hidden in the silicone vagina trying to react to the stimulation and my mind trying to keep from going off the rails. It was crazy, I have never been this excited sexually before, and not a thing that I could do to stop it or further it on.

Luckily the intruder stopped its vibrations, but soon the newness of somebody new wore off and her guests came closer to check me out. The ladies were the most forward, checking my breasts out and lifting my skirt to see what was underneath. Then they would tell their significant others what they had learned. There was not much I could do, even though my hands were free, the long nails and the mittens prevented me doing anything with them. Locked to the staircase, I wasn’t going anywhere. With my mouth gagged I couldn’t say anything or answer any of their questions. Once the ladies found that out, I was just checked out thoroughly, every lady making sure to inspect me closely in every detail.

Kayla did return a huge smile on her face. I was unlocked from the railing and led away by Kayla. She made the rounds of Sheila’s guests, talking and exchanging business cards with quite a few ladies, most of them seemed to be interested in me as a maid. I sure hope Kayla is not thinking along those lines. Of course, my looks at the present and being realistic I seemed to be in the role already, just not doing any of the work that comes with the role.

Kayla stayed till most of the guests left, I know because my feet were killing me. Then she said her goodbyes to Sheila and thanked her for the business. Sheila was going to say something but Kayla cut her off. “Incidentally what you did to my spouse will cost you quite a bit. I have managed to make agreements with several of your customers here tonight, most of them will switch to us as a supplier if I give them the word. You might keep that in mind next time you make an agreement and then willfully disregard it. Keep me happy and I will let things slide, cross me and your business is toast. Do we have an understanding?

Sheila answered yes, the first time I have heard a little fear in her voice. They exchanged hugs and we left. The same limo that delivered us was there and it returned us to our hotel. Back through the lobby and into the elevator. I was not as red in the face this time, I guess I was getting use to the humiliation. Once in our suite I was backed up to the closet door, then my hands were attached to the top of the door with a belt of Kayla's. She approached, toying with my body running her finger slowly all over my thighs, stomach, neck, any area that might get her a response.

“Now we come to Colette. I have had time to think about us tonight, and the new relationship I am going to have with you. I have always loved you and that has not changed, but the Colette persona has turned our relationship upside down. I want you to listen carefully to what I have to say.

Maybe I need to reward Sheila for the changes she has made to your body. I want Colette full time as my maid, personal dresser and as my companion. Your time at our business is over, you need to have time to keep me happy, content and at the same time keep yourself pretty and desirable. I will allow some time out of the maid’s costume, but it will be minimal. Always in heels, petticoats, hair in curls and makeup. I can see you having a full closet of different maid’s dresses for every occasion and job. Then in bed at night after you take care of my needs I will see to yours if you have been good. If not expect to be punished until you learn to behave as a proper maid and companion. Are these terms satisfactory or do I need to rent you out to any person looking for some domestic help? I received more than a few inquiries from her guests tonight, wanting to rent you for a party or get together, even a few for cleaning their home.”

I tried to shake my head in the affirmative, the collar making it very difficult. I hope she realized my total cooperation on this matter. She left me rounding up the keys to my locks, each one was unlocked and slowly removed, the item it was protecting played with as I squirmed and twisted trying to escape her hands and mouth. When she finally got around to my chastity belt, the dildo in the front slid out way too easily along with a large amount of liquid. Thick gooey liquid, that resembled a discharge from a male organ. I was beet red, my head hung down in shame.

Kayla smiled but wondered if I had any left for my owner. It turned out there was plenty left for her, fresh from the source. That night I was penetrated like a female, Kayla’s dildo getting quite a workout. After a session my cum was collected from the dildo and then fed to me, a spoonful at a time. My part came as I worshiped at her altar, my tongue sore from the five orgasms I gave her before I pooped out. I did have fun, Kayla trying to twist and turn to keep me from getting to her clitoris but my perseverance won out.

I never did get fully released that night, after an eternity being seen to I was cuddled in bed and fell asleep in her arms too tired to do anything else. I never did see any male clothes again, the maid dresses were a staple, while I kept our home clean and Kayla happy and satisfied. It was a few weeks before I got used to my new additions, the heels the first item that I adapted to, now having to wear them anytime I was out of bed.

The chastity belt took a little longer to get used to, but Kayla wanted me focused on pleasing her, not seeing to my own orgasms. Finally after several weeks, I became accustomed to being stuffed both front and rear, now feeling weird when I had nothing in me. My male organ stayed in its silicone vagina, never to reappear where he used to reside. Sex is usually female to female, with me pleasing her orally or with a dildo. Then she uses the dildo to see to my needs.

I am still getting used to the breasts, besides changing my sleeping positions the weight of them along with the swaying and bouncing requiring a lot of adjustments to my movements.

I am a regular user of the salon, now receiving twice a week appointments to keep my appearance sufficiently feminine for Kayla. I am now a blonde, a hair color better suited for a domestic like myself. My nails have been extended, requiring another couple of weeks to get accustomed to. My domestic duties suffered and suitable punishments were doled out.

The corset was pure evil, taking in my waist by six inches and making bending almost impossible. Luckily, I received no more penance for the tasks that did not get completed satisfactorily because of it. Wearing it 24/7 made it difficult to accept, my now slender waist made my maid uniforms look so much better. Kayla made sure that they were all altered to fit me perfectly, then had the gall to tell me she had ordered a new smaller corset to reduce my waist even further.

Surprisingly I did not miss my job at our business, being a maid is so less stressful, my satisfaction at knowing that my work is necessary and caring for Kayla is a reward in itself. Kayla has done lots better without my help, now three quarters of record profits for the company. We do see Sheila from time to time, as she makes a point to visit our home. I know I get ogled when she is in town, maybe her thoughts back to the time I was almost in her clutches, but managed to slip away.

It all started out as just wearing a costume and somehow became so real. Being a maid is hard work, but I think I can handle the challenge. In fact, I welcome the challenge, caring for Kayla and keeping her home spotless and inviting. I know now, that the clothes, the heels and the makeup just make the experience so delicious. A delicious experience that I savor, so lucky to be Kayla’s maid and able to serve and love her for the rest of my life.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Celine; Waking Up Female

My head hurt, my eyes felt they were hanging out in the air and my mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton. I blinked several times, the image before me was still blurry and I realized I had no idea where I ended up last night. I was in someone elses bed, I don’t think it is mine since it seemed much softer. It also smelled better, almost like flowers.

The damn light from the window though was way too bright, it seeming to be boring a hole in my head. I tried to get loose from the covers, they seemed to be wrapped around me somehow, but the more I struggled the more my head hurt. It was a deep pulsating throb that seemed to be getting worse by the second.

Finally, I managed to get a hand free; the blurry image of that hand that focused in my head suddenly had me wide awake. The throbbing was still there, but the image that briefly made its appearance was definitely taking priority.

Long bright red talons extended from my fingertips, five of them bright and shiny almost blinding me with their brilliance as their image came into intermittent focus. They seemed to go on forever, real looking daggers that were at least a half inch past my fingertips, the red polish so deep and shiny.

Oh gawd, why did I have to go out drinking last night! Every time I survived one of these excursions, I promised myself never again. Then when my friend’s girlfriends wanted me to join them last night, I quickly agreed. Last night was highly unusual because it was not my usual male friends that coerced me out drinking but their girlfriends.

The guys were at a basketball game, the girls did not want to stay home so, I was asked to accompany them on a girl’s night out plus one. I had begged off on the basketball game with the guys, I had a test to study for tomorrow, so was trying to be a good student for once. However, when three gorgeous females show up dressed provocatively, my resistance quickly melted away. The test now seeming very insignificant.

I think I remember the first club we went to, I was watching my alcohol consumption carefully, and trying to remain sober long enough to enjoy the company. There was a lot of hugging going on, quite often we were in each other’s arms, nothing romantic, just four females trying to remain upright and on two feet.

Yes, it seemed like four females, it was like I was one of the girls last night. After the second night spot, I remembered nothing for the rest of the evening. Apparently I made it home, I am in someone’s bed, although looking around the room I have no idea whose home it was.

The pulsating throbs were getting a little better, not so intense and a few more seconds between each one. I managed to get my other hand out from the covers, the exact same deep red adorning each fingernail. My only possible conclusion, it must have been some night.

I closed my eyes again, and tried to focus on what I could remember from last night. Then a voice, way to cheery for such an awful morning was heard. I was not sure where the voice was coming from but it was way too jubilant and booming for me to handle in this condition. The throbbing continued as my eyes shot open again.

Standing over me was Beth, at least it looked like Beth. Beth is Jason’s girlfriend, a pert and capricious female that so enjoys life. She was fussing with my covers, trying to extricate me from them. Finally she managed to get them loose and threw them down to the foot of the bed.

A sudden chill came over me, it was cold in the bedroom and I apparently had very few clothes on. It also felt like my nipples were getting hard, trying to poke a hole in whatever I was wearing.

My mind sort of stopped, a pause and then I emitted a loud scream, at least I think it was me, the voice high and breathy. My hands went to my chest and I grabbed what were two perfectly sized breasts with nipples erect and pointy. I promptly fainted, way too many new feelings and emotions to process, definitely not something I could deal with while I was in this state of mind.

As I re-entered this crazy world, Beth was looking concerned, wanting to know what I was screaming about. I grabbed my breasts again and squeezed them the erotic feelings almost sending me over the top again.

I tried to explain to her that I am a male, surely you remember Cat, it was Cat of the male gender that went with you drinking last night and he didn’t have breasts when we went out.

Beth smiled, you maybe did drink a little too much, your name is Celene and yes you have breasts and a cute pussy to match. I dropped my breasts quickly and reached for my groin, screamed again, all I found was a moist slit, my male organ no longer there. Well all of this was too much for my poor little brain to handle and I checked out again. I sure hope when I come to again that things revert back to what they should be.

I kept my eyes closed although I had rejoined the living. Maybe if I concentrate real hard on my male image, it will somehow re-appear leaving this foreign image that seemed to be seared in my mind behind. I opened one eyelid cautiously, looking down at my chest to see if my boobs were no longer there.

Well, so much for that idea, not only were they still there but the cold room was keeping my nipples hard and very obvious. I didn’t look any further, if the breasts are still there most likely the warm moist slit is also.

Closing my eyes again I tried to remember anything from last night that might explain what the hell happened to me. Nothing beyond the first club, and the four of us hugging and kissing while we waited for a cab. From there on my memory is a total blank.

Beth stood by the side of the bed, staring at me trying to figure out what was going through my mind. Not much, since my new body is sending all kinds of communications to my brain, few if any should be originating from a male. My breasts were excited, the nipples so hard they almost hurt. Then the moistness in my new vagina seemed to be getting worse, I wonder if it becomes too much will it leak out and down my legs. Yep, it might be too late for me.

Finally Beth had enough of my dallying and grabbed an arm and helped me to stand up. My hands went to my breasts, the motion of the two new orbs was very disconcerting. Instead of just cupping them from underneath I grabbed them and squeezed them a little. Now another shock wave was making its way to my head, to add to all the others trying to gain some attention.

Beth pulled my hands away, slipped a robe over my arms and buttoned up the few buttons. “If you want to fiddle with your titties, wait at least until after breakfast.”

Now along with a bewildered look, I was also bright red from embarrassment. At least, now my nails will match in color. Where that thought came into being, I have no idea. Such a ridiculous statement, coming from a former male with lots bigger problems to deal with this morning than my nail color matching my face.

When we entered the kitchen, the other two girls were filling their plates from a platter on the table. “Well there is our Celene, finally decided to join the living today, huh?”

Of course, Beth had to tell them about me playing with my breasts, the blush from earlier getting redder. Janice, Steve’s girlfriend wanted to know if I might need some help later, she would be glad to assist if I wanted to play doctor and nurse after breakfast.

Jennifer, Hal’s girlfriend, was just smiling and giggling every once in a while. A plate of food was put before me, I really didn’t have much of an appetite, so I pushed it around a little, trying to figure out what I was going to do now. My lack of an appetite the least of my worries right now.

I tried asking questions of them, somewhere there had to be some answers that made some sense. None of the girls remembered Cat, I was always Celene and a roommate of theirs. The room I woke up in is my room apparently. The closet filled with clothes that fit me, way too girly as they described them, but they assured me all had been picked out by myself on numerous shopping trips.

Then the real shocker, I had a boyfriend, we had been dating for over a year and it was only a matter of time until he proposed to me. He had attended the basketball game with the other males that was why I was out with the girl’s.

I am getting a worse headache, this can’t be happening to me. In one night, I had apparently become a fully functional female with a boyfriend, rooming with three other females. I almost pleaded with them to level with me, surely this is some weird joke on me, a male just can’t turn into a female overnight.

I could see some concern coming to the girls’ faces, they actually thought I was losing it; this absurd idea seeming to occupy way too much of my thought processes. I decided to play it cool, before I find myself committed to some mental health facility. Then again that might be better for me, far less stressful.

After everyone finished breakfast, Janice went with me to help me pick out something to wear for today. As I made it to my closet, I picked out a blouse, then a pair of shorts, to which I added a mini-skirt to make me not stand out so much.

Janice helped me with my hair as I did my makeup. Yes, I sat there and added the appropriate cosmetics to make me look quite attractive all by myself. Some perfume on my wrists and I grabbed my books and headed out to my car.

For some reason I remembered driving a ford pickup, yet my keys that I took out of my purse were for a VW hatchback. I quickly had a brainstorm and rooted through my purse looking for my wallet. In a ladies wallet I found what I was looking for, but disappointment again as the name on the driver’s license was Celene and the sex marked as female. I also found a student ID stating exactly the same thing.

I was, at least, still a college student in this new reality, but when I looked at my schedule that I kept glued to the cover of my notebook, all my classes were different. Now I am a home economics major, my desire for an engineering degree vanishing into thin air. In fact, my first class this morning was household budgeting and planning.

In the past, I never put any faith in the whole alien thing, but maybe it has some merit now. The degree of my changes and the fact that it was done overnight, seemed to add some credibility to this whole scenario. Driving the VW was a blast, with the windows down the fresh air felt so invigorating. My hair blowing in the breeze.

I did make the trip to the proper building, making it to class on the third floor right on time. My teacher was Prof. Sinclair, a widely admired Professor and also my counselor. Opening my notebook I found my household budget homework for today and handed it to her graduate assistant when she came around to collect it. I don’t remember doing it, heck I don’t even know how to do it. I was beginning to really have doubts about my sanity, too many things meshing with this new reality.

The male life I thought I had, seemed now to be a fantasy dreamed up by someone not having all their faculties about them.

I took notes on the lecture, given by one of her graduate assistants while Prof. Sinclair graded our proposed household budgets. At the end of the class they were handed back, an A+ on the top of my paper. For some insane reason I was more than pleased, the old Cat would have laughed himself silly at me being excited to get an A on such a silly topic as household budgets. Celene though was well pleased, a skill now learned for her future life as an educator, wife and mother.

Oh gawd, I am really crazy! Thinking about being a wife and mother, surely they will take me away and make sure I can’t hurt anyone as I live the rest of my life. I proceeded to my next class, almost on autopilot. All I remember is walking through the classroom door as the bell rang. I had to look at my notebook to see that this was a class in raising children to take advantage of their natural born skills. I couldn’t believe it, one that I was in such a class and two I was fascinated at what was being taught. At the end of that class, I had four pages of notes, plus the required homework assignment so that I could work on it tonight.

My schedule showed I had a couple of free periods, I made my way to the student union, maybe drinking some iced tea might help me function better. Unlike most other students coffee upset my stomach, tea gave me the caffeine I needed while being a lot easier on the stomach.

I obtained the beverage, then found a quiet corner to contemplate all of these changes. As I sat down, I glanced at the college newspaper laying on the table. My eyes got as big as saucers, it was today’s paper and dated the fifteenth of October. In my mind it should be only the thirteenth of October, two days apparently missing from my memory. That partially explains how so much got changed so fast. But why did I have no recollection of the two missing days.

More mysteries to solve. I reached for my purse to see if any clues were hidden inside. I laid everything out on the table, handling a couple of things gingerly since I didn’t even want to think of me using them. The tampon and sanitary napkin were stuffed back in my purse, if they were not visible, I did not have to think about them. The cosmetics were slid back in the purse too, although I did check my lipstick in the compact mirror and added another coat to my lips. It was done so automatically, I was putting it in my purse before I even thought of what I had just done.

I found a packet of birth control pills, missing four pills from the slots. A receipt for a beauty salon on the other side of town and an address book with lots of numbers listed, apparently my contacts and friends as Celene. None of the names were familiar, although I had heard a couple of the names in conversation when I was Cat. That is if I was ever Cat for real.

Nothing more was found, then as I was putting everything back I looked at the beauty salon receipt again. The date was for the twelfth of the month, the time was marked at ten fifteen P.M. Whoa, that was when I blanked out, then another look at the address, and it is in the area of where we were visiting the clubs. I doubt all my problems could be a result of this beauty salon, but it was a place to start.

I decided to skip the rest of my classes for the day, finding out anything about these changes took precedent over learning to be a good wife and mother. I googled the salon address, then made my way to the establishment. The building did look familiar, the bright pink color and the size of it would make an impression on anyone that saw it.

I walked in to their reception desk, and was unexpectedly called by name. The receptionist told me she would get my stylist for me, asking me to take a seat to the right of the desk. A gorgeous blonde with a hair style from the fifties approached me, hugged me and led me toward the back. She was taller than me, very self-assured and confident. I was seated in her styling chair as she asked me what I needed today.

“I need some information on what was done to me and why. I woke up this morning in this totally foreign body and haven’t a clue how and why it happened. Please can you help me? I am going crazy trying to figure how all of this can happen and I can’t remember a thing about any of it.”

She told me to sit still, she needed to get her boss and they will help me fill in my memory. She left quickly, and within a few minutes she and another lady re-entered the room pulling up chairs next to me. First, they introduced themselves to me, the stylist’s name is Veronica, and her boss is Stephanie, the salon manager.

They wanted me to explain what I remembered, then they will fill me in on what they know. I told them about going out with the girls, visiting the first club, then waiting for a cab to take us to the next club. I told them it was approximately ten P.M. at that time. After that I don’t remember a thing.

Veronica told me that myself and three other females came in about ten-thirty wanting a complete makeover for me. The complete makeover at the salon included faux breasts and a realistic vagina. Hair extensions, semi-permanent makeup, pierced ears, female voice and several other extras were added and then permission slips were furnished for me to sign. Stephanie brought up the slips on her computer, all with my signature on them, Celene the name used. The girls left me there for the five hours that the changes required, paying the extra fees for work done after normal closing time.

You were quiet during your treatments, not saying much to me or the other technicians doing the required changes on you. The girls re-appeared to pick you up, ooh and aaahhd over you, paid the bill and that is the last we saw of you until now. That was three days ago, we were sure we would have a follow up appointment from you, most customers taking advantage of the salon makeover take the classes to learn how to act like a female, free with the salon makeover. I now had my answer on what happened to me, now the bigger question is why.

We talked for some time, about what changes were made and that most would not be reversible for a couple of months. That is why the signed permission slips were obtained, clearly stated on the slip the time involved before changes could be made to reverse the effects. I asked about the classes, maybe if I couldn’t change back I needed to learn to act the part better. I was given the times for the next classes and made arrangements to attend. I also made appointments to have my hairstyle and makeup refreshed twice a week.

I spent the next two hours in a nearby restaurant eating a delicious salad and sipping some green tea. The place was not crowded, it being past the normal lunch rush. So my new found girlfriends were the likely instigators of my sex change.

Now, were they the only ones involved or were there other accomplices. After considerable deliberation, I doubted their boyfriends were involved, but why me was still the biggest question mark? Then there was my new boyfriend, I knew of him, had met him a time or two, but no opinion of what he was like. The fact that we were supposedly a couple in a relationship for over a year, did raise several questions.

Then out of the blue, I remembered that Jennifer was a psychology major, hypnosis one of her special interests. Maybe that is how they got me to sign the releases, I was there but just not aware of what I was doing. Slowly the pieces seem to be coming together, now if I can just prove any of this. Yet, I suddenly realized it doesn’t make any difference if I can prove any of it. I am in this body for several months, with my new enhancements I would look ridiculous in male clothes.

I decided the next thing I needed to do was to get with my boyfriend, and see if he is involved in this or is just along for the ride. I looked through my address book, finding his number and gave him a call. For the first time since the change, I noticed my phone was girly, in a pink case with rhinestones glued to the cover. He answered on the third ring, referring to me as his babe. I asked him if he had plans for tonight, I needed to talk to him for a bit. He agreed to meet me at the apartment at six, he would treat me to dinner, and then we could go to our favorite spot and talk.

I immediately wondered where our favorite spot was, but decided to just wait and see when we got there. We made kissee noises to each other as we hung up, I don’t remember planning to do that, it just happened. I wonder how far the programming went, doing my own makeup, kissee noises with my boyfriend, and no telling what else, yet to be discovered.

I made my way back to the apartment, went to my closet and looked for something to wear. The restaurant he talked about taking me to was not real fancy, so I decided on a short skirt and a fuzzy sweater for the evening. I wanted to be sure to keep his attention on me, not let him overthink his responses to my questions. I indeed have some questions for him, going over in my mind how I can ask them and not let on I know something about my change.

The girls arrived back from their afternoon classes, checking on me, surprised that I was going out with Jeff, and even more surprised that I had called him. I think I might have stumbled on a weak link here. Apparently Jeff called one of them, I am not sure which one, but I am getting some idea that maybe I really surprised them.

I never did tell them I had called Jeff that info would have to come from Jeff when he talked to one of them. I told them I had to hurry to get ready, it is a big night and I want to look my best. Three solemn females made their way to the living room, probably planning an emergency conference as soon as I leave to assess what has happened to their plan.

I used a little too much perfume, may as well pull out all the big guns tonight, along with the bright red lipstick and heavy mascaraed eyelashes I was ready for a confrontation. I set prim and proper in the living room waiting for Jeff. As he rang the doorbell, I was up immediately and opened the door, launching myself at him with my arms around his neck my lips glued to his. Surprisingly I enjoyed the kiss, even prolonging it more than I should have. I never once felt like I was a male as I was kissing Jeff, nope nothing but pure female lust.

As we broke off the embrace, I noticed an audience had formed, all three girls glued to our romantic encounter. When they devised this plan, I wonder if this was one of the desired outcomes. By the look on their faces, I don’t think this was part of the grand plan.

I grabbed Jeff’s arm as led him out of the apartment that should give the girls something to talk about for a while. As he walked me to his car, I was hanging on his arm, like a dutiful girlfriend would. I found myself liking to be around him, actually feeling safe and cared for in his presence. I was helped into the car, after he got my door for me.

I showed my thanks my giving him a brief reward kiss on the lips. Again, I enjoyed the kiss way too much, never wanting it to end. He drove me to the restaurant, treating me like a princess. Believe me, I was soaking it up, I could easily get used to being treated this way.

We were seated in a cozy little booth, as I pulled him in next to me, making him sit next to me rather across the table from me. We looked at the menu together, I just pointed out what I wanted and he ordered for me. The whole time I had my head lying on his shoulder, my face only inches from his ear. As the waiter walked away to place our orders, I leaned closer and pecked him on the ear. As he turned to face me, I managed a wet kiss directly on his lips. I could feel a little reluctance, but also a sigh of total enjoyment. Time for my first question for the evening.

“So Jeff, how did you get dragged into this scenario?” He had just taken a sip of water, it caught in his throat, causing him to swallow and choke at the same time. I got a stare as he tried to figure how much I knew and how to answer my question. I leaned closer and used my hands to pull his head closer to me, then placed my lips on his, pushing in a little to make better contact. It was a wonderful kiss, I even managed a little tongue action.

I am sure he was torn, stay true to the plan, whatever that was, or surrender to his emotions and enjoy the feelings. When I leaned back, then licked my lips he started laughing. “Gawd, you are one beautiful, gorgeous, flirtatious, evil female.”

Before he could say anymore I told him I wanted to get married soon, I don’t think I can wait much longer. You do things to me, causing me to lay awake at night dreaming about you. I think a small ceremony, just our close friends and our parents would be nice, saving as much money as we can for our dream house.

I thought sure that would send him running, but instead I got a toe curling kiss as his tongue probed my throat. He broke that off, suggesting that we visit his parents this weekend, maybe mine the following weekend. Since school was going to be over in four weeks, a good time to have the wedding, then the honeymoon soon thereafter. Now I was pulling back, he seemed ready to marry me, a former male that had been transformed into his apparent wet dream.

Our drinks arrived, cooling off the discussion for a few minutes. He wanted to be sure I was alright with everything, not just reacting to the circumstances. He let it slip that Janice had coerced him into this little scenario, but after the first kiss at the apartment, he was smitten, ready to do anything to please me.

With our guards down, we talked about what we each knew about what had happened to me. Janice had not told him much, just that he was needed to play my boyfriend, pretending to be in love with me, about to propose. He had seen a picture of me after the change, as far as he was concerned I looked the part, being my boyfriend would be no problem on his part. Once he met me in person, the interaction changed drastically. You kissing me changed everything.

Instead of faking the relationship, he wanted it to be real, to encourage me to be his real girlfriend. Being a former male meant nothing to him, all he saw was the female me, in fact he wondered if the girls were paying tricks on him, substituting a real female instead of the male I was supposed to be.

“Every time I look at you, I can’t see any male either in looks or in actions. One hundred percent female is all I see. As far as the two of us as a couple, I am all for it, if you want to spend some time to get to know each other, I am ready and will do anything I can to convince you that I am your soulmate. If you want to get married, I am ready for that too. I am sure of my feelings, you are everything I have ever wanted in a girlfriend, and soon to be wife.”

Dinner was soon placed in front of us, we both took some time to devour our entrees while thinking about the situation that we are faced with. I am sure whoever is the mastermind of this plot didn’t have any idea that it would take on a life of its own. It appears it has done that now, romantic feelings are mixed in with my new feelings of being female. I like Jeff, maybe enough to spend my life with him. I feel comfortable around him, when I see his face, I immediately want to kiss it, then continue my explorations further down.

That is something I have never had any desire to do, to have sex with another person, male or female. Oh I love to kiss, to cuddle, but the actual act of sex has never been a focus of my efforts. I did wonder how much of the attraction was genuine and how much was whatever they had used to bend me to their ways.

After the dishes were cleared from the table, the discussion resumed over my changed status. Jeff wanted to know if I am going to stay female if I have a choice. That thought alone made me shiver. Surely the girls would not have done anything permanent to me, from what I gathered at the salon, all of it is reversible, but only at a later date. Then again, what I have felt so far has been very enjoyable, maybe the life of a female wouldn’t be that bad.

No, I just can’t abandon my masculinity so easily, twenty-four years as a male deserves some loyalty, doesn’t it? I never did answer him, suggesting that we wait and see what happens in the upcoming weeks.

He thought the best approach to see what might develop was to date some more, take time to learn about each other, and spend some time doing things a couple would do. His first suggestion was a movie right after dinner, then spend a little time in a nearby dance club, before we call it a night. I agreed, then made a trip to the ladies room, did my business, then repaired my lipstick. As soon as I got back, Jeff tried to muss it up again, requiring me to freshen it yet one more time.

The movie was so-so, but the company more than made up for the lackluster movie. I got held closely all during the film, a few cheek kisses to remind me that he was there. I ended up with my head on his shoulder, his arm holding me tightly to his body. A most pleasant feeling. I tried to decline on the dance club, but he insisted. I have never been much of a dancer, now probably a more daunting task since I had to dance the female part.

I surprised myself and Jeff, I was actually able to do justice to most of the dances. I was taken home, received a deeply prolonged kiss at the door, leaving me almost breathless. I walked to my bedroom, right past my girlfriends and collapsed on my bed. I was still in a wonderful state, warm romantic feelings washing over me, making me tingle that much more.

I was left alone that night, although I was expecting an inquisition about what happened and where we went. At breakfast the next morning, they were all seated at the table waiting for me to get my breakfast. I was already dressed for classes, so I told them all good morning, took a glass of juice and made my exit. I am sure they will have plenty to talk about in my absence. Jeff and I had already agreed on divulging nothing to them about our dates, a little mystery always good to keep people’s attention longer.

Classes were interesting, I was eager to learn as much as I could, took copious notes and asked lots of questions of the teachers. I wonder if whatever was done to me mentally caused the interest in this curriculum or was I secretly always attracted to this subject. Maybe this curriculum wouldn’t be that bad, engineering is so hard and difficult at times.

During a free period at the Student Union, I contemplated my changes again. Although they had initially upset me greatly, I was warming up to the idea of staying as a female. It no longer scared me, in fact I was looking forward to being pampered at the salon, and my next date with Jeff. On that note I called the salon, moving up my appointment to tomorrow, Jeff and I planning on going ice skating after getting burgers and fries at a drive-in. I have to look my best for Jeff.

Tonight though was homework, lots of reports and a couple of projects to complete before the weekend. I stopped on the way home to get some Chinese takeout, a way to keep the girls guessing on what is happening. I never had participated in anything like that as a male, I am sure it will not be expected of me.

True to my thoughts, when I placed it on the table there were three open mouths, trying desperately to think of something to say. I told them I had a ton of homework so I figured I would supply dinner tonight, then secluded myself in my bedroom to get the assignments done. Before leaving I told them, “Tomorrow Jeff and I are going ice skating, then the next day, he is taking me to meet his family for the weekend. So you guys will have the run of the place for the weekend.”

Beth was the first one to recover enough to ask a question, wanting to know how Jeff and I are getting along. I just smiled, a bigger cheesier smile had never appeared on my face.

“I imagine that within a week he will ask me to marry him, I have every intention of doing so, being Mrs. Celene Walker will please me immensely. I can’t wait to find a house and take care of my husband. Of course, I would like all of you in my wedding party, that is a given.”

Janice was the next to ask if I was going to continue my education. “I doubt it, being a good wife and Mother is more important to me than a degree, so I will finish out this year then quit.” That quieted everyone down, just as I intended, so I made my way to my room and started my homework. I do wish I was a fly on the wall, hearing their discussion on what went wrong with their plan, and how to fix it might be very interesting.

I did complete all my assignments before ten, then wandered to the kitchen to see if there was anything to snack on. I found some ice cream hid in a corner of the freezer, so I figured it was fair game. As I was finishing it up, Beth showed up in her nightie.

In the past, a vision like that would have me drooling immediately, but now it was just my roommate. She was happy someone finished the ice cream, it has been a distraction for so long, now that it is gone, all can relax some. She tried to get me talking about Jeff, even about my studies, about anything that was happening right now. I can tell they are desperate for information about what I am doing and thinking. All I told her was I was really looking forward to this weekend, to finally meet his parents. I just hope they approve of me.

Beth tried to get me to slow down a little, “Getting married is a big thing, maybe you should wait a while to learn more about Jeff and his family before you run off and get married. You should definitely stay in school, it is always better to have something to fall back on if necessary.”

I changed the topic to what type of dress I should get for my wedding. While I wanted to look good for Jeff, I didn’t want to be the traditional bride in the big white wedding dress with all the petticoats. Maybe a white sheath dress, with a plunging neckline, and a pencil skirt. Plenty to keep the groom interested until we got to the hotel. I smiled a little, I could tell Beth was so frustrated, nothing she was suggesting was being taken seriously.

Beth finally walked away, back towards the other girl’s rooms, another conference maybe? I headed to bed, full and content, ready for a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow I get to go ice skating, plus get pampered at the salon again. Yep, this female life is looking better all the time. I hunted through my clothes for a nightie like Beth’s. Found one and after undressing slipped it on. The image in the mirror didn’t disappoint me, I looked as good as Beth, my breasts a little larger and perkier than hers. For some reason that thought made me feel good, to be as pretty as my female roommates.

Another question for the gals at the salon, how much of my figure is fake. I know it all feels like it is a genuine part of me, but one might be fooled these days.

I was up the next morning real early. Dressed and make-up, then cooking some breakfast before seven A.M. The girls all showed up, blurry eyed and sniffing the air. I placed plates of pancakes and bacon in front of them, then a cup of coffee to go with it. I gave them each a hug and grabbed my books and made my way out. Conference time again, I am sure of it.

I sat in the student union doing the last of my homework, then made my way to my first class. A class in female studies, as it relates to a modern day female. I took lots of notes, my studies seemed so important to me now, much more than when I was an engineering student. Another free period, then a class in cooking. I thought I would dislike it, but was totally engrossed in what was being taught within minutes. That turned out to be my last class for the day, next is my salon appointment, something I am totally looking forward to.

I almost bounced into the salon, was welcomed at reception and skipped my way back to Veronica’s station. I gave her a hug, then set in her chair telling her to make me gorgeous. Don’t hold anything back, if it will make me prettier, then do it. I have never seen a smile that big on anyone’s face before. She started right in, leaning me back to wash and condition my hair. Three hours later she was done with me, believe me she had not held anything back. I had highlights in my hair, another piercing in my ears, eyebrows that screamed female, and a totally different makeup color palette.

My nails had been lengthened again, this time almost three quarters of an inch past my fingertips, it had taken me a couple of days to get used to the others, I had no doubt these would not present much of a problem. The look with the longer nails was so exotic, a little oriental look thrown in for good measure. The burgundy polish with pinkish nail art looked so good, maybe a light pink wedding dress, with burgundy trim might be just what I need for my wedding. The delicate pinkish flowers, so added to the beautiful nails, making the burgundy polish seem even deeper and richer.

I did ask my question, Veronica going over everything telling me how it was created, and how long before I could reverse it if I wanted. My breasts were actually sucked from my body, then augmented with some fat that was absorbed into them making them plumper. If left alone they will become a realistic looking breast that will be with me for the rest of my life. My slim waist was helped along with a corset, apparently the girls had removed it just before I woke up.

I returned home, anxious to change clothes, I was so looking forward to ice skating with Jeff, just to be held in his arms again would be wonderful. I realized then I had to confront the girls and find out just what had been done to me mentally wise. I slipped on a pink flowing little dress, barely long enough to cover the bottom of my panties. Looking in the mirror I decided to tone that look down some, otherwise I may never make it to the ice. I found some tennis panties, ruffles and lace everywhere, a wise choice for the little skater dress.

Looking at the clock I still had over an hour, maybe now would be a good time to approach the guilty ones, to see just exactly how much had been done to me. As I made my way to the living room, I was in luck, all of my roommates were gathered around the dining room table doing their homework. I found an unoccupied chair, set down and cleared my throat. I held up my hand, to stop any comments or the conversation heading other than where I wanted it to.

“I am aware of some of the things that have been done to me. I am not mad or upset, maybe by the time that this all sinks in I will be an enthusiastic supporter of Celene, female student and girlfriend. What I need to know in short sentences and directly to the point is why it was done and exactly what was done, at least, mentally. I am aware of the salon and what was done, have talked to them at length, and have even furthered there efforts just today. Jeff and I have discussed all of this, including the fact that I am a male underneath this outer shell. He still wants to be my boyfriend, and I am not opposed to that part either.”

“I have an idea it was Janice that helped me along this path, so that is who I would like to hear from first. Remember short and to the point.”

Janice’s eyes became huge, I saw her swallowing often trying to figure out what to say and how. I didn’t have all day so I made a few educated guesses, asking her to nod her head if what I guessed was true.

“I figured you hypnotized me or at least made me very susceptible to suggestions made from you.” I got several nods quickly in succession, then she whispered suggestions. “As for the reason my best guess is that you three saw something in me that did not fit into my masculine image and mindset. Being young and not thinking everything through as thoroughly as you should have, a plan was devised and implemented. Leaving me to be the subject, just hoping to survive somehow with nothing to help me cope with the drastic changes.”

Now all three girls were nodding their head vigorously, Beth first, then the other two smothering me with hugs and kisses. Over the next ten minutes I was covered in kisses and the phrase I am so sorry repeated many more times than I could keep track of.

Janice finally found her voice, telling me she would try and undo all she had helped create. While she was telling me this she had a death grip on my hand, both of her hands holding me like I was super fragile and would break if left unaided.

I let my full feminine smile appear. “You will do no such thing. I asked for what and why, I did not ask to be changed back. Now can I still live here until I get married or was that just so you could keep an eye on me?”

Attacked again, I have got to learn to duck and weave, both Beth and Janice had me sandwiched between them squeezing me to death. Jennifer was trying to pry them apart so she could squeeze in, but the going was rough. I did have a free hand somehow, Jennifer grabbing it and trying to drag me from their clutches. In all of the craziness, I did manage to find out that I was welcome to stay as a room mate.

After lots of heartfelt emotions were shared, I noticed the time. “I can’t leave my boyfriend unattended, some floozy will grab him and then where will I be. We will talk more later, I have kind of adopted my new life, so any ideas of changing back has to wait for quite some time. Maybe if I fall on my butt enough while ice skating I can get a few extra kisses from my hunk Jeff. So I have work to do, don’t wait up for me.”

I was smothered again, and sent off with lots of hugs and kisses. I had to stop in the hall at the mirror, to clean off several lipstick smudges before I eventually answered the door. There in all his glory was my hunk, I eagerly closed the distance between us, anxious to share my joy with him. I was indeed filled with joy, knowing some more about what happened made me feel a lot better. They meant well, just did not allow for the shock on my end finding myself a female suddenly.

It was a dreamy night, my butt hurt by the time I was helped back to his car, but my lips were ecstatic at the amount of time spent in contact with his luscious lips. Several times I pictured myself being able to enjoy those sensations for the rest of my life. I guess the female part of me has now gained the upper hand for good. No more masculine me, ever. The idea of marriage was firmly planted in my head, time will tell if it gets pushed aside.

I did get the third degree the next morning, all three wanting to know what happened. I gave them the short version, then smiled as I told them my butt hurt, but my lips were so happy. I had to keep moving, I did have classes today, four of them to be specific. I did manage to finish my homework in between classes, so my evening was clear.

Jeff and I had talked on the phone several times today, deciding to visit his parents this weekend, just not make any future plans evident. From what Jeff had told me they were eager to meet his latest girlfriend, his ability to not tell them a lot about me kind of went up in smoke. His mother in particular wanted to spend some time with me, something I was looking forward to.

Of course, I had to do some last minute shopping, then a salon visit to make sure I looked my best. Jeff laughed at my antics, he was impressed that I wanted to make a good impression on his family, but did not feel that a visit to the salon was necessary. According to him I looked ravishing as I was, no further beauty treatments needed. I decided to not take a chance, besides I so enjoyed my time being pampered. Other than a wet set on my hair there was not much they could do that had not already been done.

I did receive some lash extensions, each individual lash glued to my own, leaving me looking exotic and glamorous. Now it was like looking out through a curtain, a curtain of mascaraed lashes.

The drive up to his parents’ home took almost an hour, Jeff spending the time to tell me as much as he could about his parents and what they did. His Dad owned an insurance agency, quite large and quite profitable. His Mom was into all kinds of community affairs, belonging to almost every women’s club and civic association possible. If we married I would be expected to do likewise.

The house was quite impressive, on some acreage that was fenced giving them some space from nosy neighbors. At first it seemed huge, but not pretentious. Then when Jeff pulled into the six car garage, I had other thoughts. From the garage at the back of the house, I could see much more of the house, then from the front.

I was a little nervous as we walked up to the house, these people were definitely out of my league. Once we entered the house I quickly felt at ease. I got a hug from his Dad, and then a serious hug from his Mom. I was quickly led off to her study, so that she could find out about this new female in her son’s life. We talked for over an hour, she was so easy going, probing but not in an obtrusive way.

That was interrupted when the two males came to collect us for dinner. His Dad said we would eat out tonight, a nice restaurant that was out of the way and served very tasty food.

His Mom and I excused ourselves to repair our makeup, a task that I was getting good at. In ten minutes I had refreshed my makeup, and touched up my lipstick. A lot of my makeup was semi-permanent, but looked faded after a while unless retouched. I used the bathroom, still not quite used to the actions needed to simply pee.

We re-joined the males, then was driven to the restaurant in their limo. Jeff is apparently from a well to do family, a fact that he conveniently forgotten to inform me of. I need to do some probing, to make sure there are no other secrets that he has withheld.

The restaurant was definitely out of the way, it took us about thirty minutes to get there. As we pulled up we were let out at the door, a valet there to assist the females and hold the front door for all to enter. We were led directly to a table, apparently the Maitre’D recognized them right away. The table was in a small room overlooking a beautiful landscape of azaleas and rhododendrons in full bloom. The place settings were china, with gold plated silverware. I counted ten different pieces of silverware and five different pieces of china at each setting. I tried to focus on what little I could remember about what fork to use and what went into each bowl and plate, for fear of getting sent home as being unworthy of even being with their son much less marrying him.

The food was delicious, I so wanted to ask for a doggy bag to take as much home with me as I could carry, but behaved myself, and enjoyed the feast while I could. My selection was stuffed pork chops, with sauerkraut and lima beans. For dessert Jeff and I split a chocolate mousse, served in a large goblet, enough there for three people. It was so good, I was so stuffed I could barely walk back to the limo. I managed to hang on to Jeff’s arm and just followed him to the car. Once back at the house, we were put in the same bedroom, our luggage already unpacked and the clothes hung in the closet. That surprised me, I guess I was approved of to share a bed with my lover.

I was not sure what to make of that fact, either he had laid it on pretty thick about our relationship or a lot was being assumed on the part of his parents. The bedroom was almost a suite, a small sitting room as you enter, then a lavish bed, canopy and all. A vanity for the female and of course an en-suite bathroom.

That room defied description, so lavish and absolutely gorgeous. I hated to use it and spoil the beauty of it. I dressed in my nightie after performing my new female necessities. As I left the bathroom Jeff came in, taking a shower in anticipation of what he might get to experience tonight.

I had news for him, until I was surer of myself, some cuddling and tonsil hockey was all he was going to receive. If he was good he could sleep next to me, otherwise the sofa in the setting room was his. I was lying in bed when he came in and laid down next to me, I turned his way and gave him a this is how it is going to be look, he smiled then turned me on my side and cuddled me. We both fell asleep, him holding me tight as if I might leave him. As tight as I was being held there was no chance of me escaping. Nestled in his arms, I didn’t want to escape even if I could.

The next morning the guys left to play some golf, his Mom and I spent the day at several of her charitable endeavors. I helped some, my newer curriculum the perfect match for a lot of what they were doing. Without exception I was invited to join their organizations, they would be proud to have me as a member of their group.

Jeff and I spent the evening together as he showed me around town and introduced me to some of his friends. I was accepted by all of them, several of the girls quite happy that I had managed to corral him as mine. They had their chances during school, he was nice but not that interested in them. They could see the love in his eyes now, genuine and intense.

We had a nice drive back, talking about what we wanted in life and if there was indeed something between us. I agreed to quite a few more dates, hoping to confirm what I felt now for him. It was decided to visit my parents this next weekend, but decided he would not arrive till Saturday midday. I had to get them over the shock of having a daughter instead of a son, before I brought up the subject of marriage.

I did email Mom several times making little hints along the way, hoping she would pick up on several of them making my job a little easier. How do you bring up in casual conversation that suddenly you have become a female, dressing and living as one, with a boyfriend and thinking about marriage? Not the easiest subjects to broach at the best of times.

I did manage to get through the week at school without any disasters, even aced a couple of tests. I drove to my parents’ home on Friday afternoon after my last class. With a little luck I would get there before Dad arrived, giving me time to explain to Mom where her new daughter came from.

I approached the house, used my key in the door and walked in. I heard Mom approaching so I dropped my luggage and held out my arms for a hug. Surprisingly she gave it to me holding me tightly like I was going to run away if she did not hold on to me. I was dragged to the kitchen, the place where all serious matters are discussed in this house. I was appraised carefully, Mom quite capable in that regard.

I explained the changes, their relative permanence and my reaction to them. I left out the girl’s involvement, just mentioning that I was roomies with three of my girlfriends. I got an arched eyebrow several times, but eventually she saw how relaxed I was and came to the conclusion that everything that happened was for the better. Then I mentioned about my boyfriend, and that marriage was a definite possibility down the road.

Well that was something she could embrace wholeheartedly. When I mentioned that he was coming here tomorrow, she launched herself in my direction and hugged the living daylights out of me. Dad came in about half way through the last hug, looking at me closely to see if he should have recognized me. I turned and hugged him, giving him a kiss on the cheek and called him Daddy. He held me in his arms, as he looked at Mom for an explanation.

Mom gave him the short version, he had a daughter now, his no good for nothing son no longer. Her fiance is coming tomorrow to meet us, and get our approval. With that she pulled me away from Dad’s embrace telling me to help her fix dinner. Dad wondered off probably trying to figure what in the hell happened here. I had a ball helping Mom with dinner, a lot of my recent schooling becoming useful. I set the table and helped bring out the food as dad re-appeared, a small smile on his face.

He asked some basic questions about my boyfriend, amazed that he was from a quite influential family. Mom suggested that he offer to play a round of golf with him, maybe a way to get to know him better. I wasn’t even sure he played golf, I need to send him a text tonight to see if he does.

After dinner Mom helped me unpack amazed at my clothing and choices. She did get around to ask if we had discussed having a family, I hugged her telling her that she will be a grandmother if I can swing it, the child will have to be adopted, but I can then use my knowledge about raising children to the best advantage. I texted Jeff about him playing golf, he responded a few minutes later telling me that he would bring his clubs. I sent him a couple of kissee faces then made it to my room for the evening.

I dressed in my nightie, crawled into bed and soon was sound asleep. The bed I was in was my old bed, but still just as comfortable as I remembered. I was up early the next morning, actually looking forward to the day. For one thing my boyfriend was coming, I was already suffering from kiss withdrawal.

I helped Mom make breakfast and even cleaned the kitchen afterward. Several times I found Mom staring at me from the hallway, probably wondering if I was sick or something. When I took the mop and washed the kitchen floor, she came up to me putting her hand on my forehead, checking to see if I was running a fever or delirious.

After satisfying my cleaning urges, I took a walk around my old neighborhood. It hadn’t changed much, although everything looked older and showing some signs of aging. A lot of different people have moved in, hardly anybody I remembered from when I lived here.

As I rounded the corner heading back to the house I saw Jeff’s car in the driveway taking off running for the house. It was an experience that is for sure, the new equipment installed bouncing wildly as I covered the distance in record time. Jeff was on the porch talking to my parents as I entered the yard. He stepped off the porch to greet me, while a long haired bouncing female came flying through the air, her boyfriend finally in sight. I landed up against him my lips locking onto his immediately, my legs encircling his waist. My impact almost toppling us over.

Mom was laughing at my antics, Dad was just staring at the scene before him. I was in heaven, Jeff was back and I was in his arms, the way it should be. The kiss went on and on, Mom and Dad leaving us alone and returning to the house. I came up for air a couple of times, but went right back to my lover, puckering up for another assault. Jeff finally put me down on the ground, wanting to know if I missed him. I was dragged inside, where Mom and Dad were waiting in the living room.

We talked a little then Dad suggested some golf before it got any later. Of course, Jeff got a few kisses to tide him over till he returns. Mom was giggling as he went out the door, the goodbye kiss lasting at least five minutes. As the door closed she hugged me, you have certainly changed, daughter dear.

“Incidentally, Jeff is awesome both Dad and I approve. Anybody who does not see the love between you two is either dead or blind as a bat.”

Now let’s talk about the wedding, about dresses and about where you are going to be married at. That is what we did till the guys re-appeared, then I resumed normal communications with Jeff, kissing him deeply and longingly. I was soon dragged to the kitchen Mom wanting help with fixing dinner. Mom had bought all the parts for a superb dinner, it took us almost two hours to get everything ready. I checked on Jeff several times, him and Dad getting along fine. We ate in the dining room, the good china and the company silverware. I made the trip many times to get everything just perfect, taking pride at the finished table.

The meal went off without a hitch, while I wanted to take Jeff to my room, Mom dragged me to the kitchen to help her clean up. It seemed like the cleanup would never end, but finally Mom declared the job done. As I ran out the kitchen door to find Jeff she was giggling away.

Dad and Jeff had just come in the house from outside, I presume Jeff received the ten cent tour of the property. I launched myself in his direction from five feet away, almost knocking him down in the process. Once he regained his footing he broke out in laughter, held my face in his hands and kissed me. That was what I wanted anyway so I was content. Dad just walked back to the house laughing his head off.

We must have stood there for quite some time, when Mom stuck her head out the door and suggested it might be more comfortable for us in the house. Jeff led me in that direction and as we entered the kitchen Mom announced that Dad was taking her to the movies, and they would be back late. I saw the smile that the two of them had on their face, mouthed the words thank you and they were out the door. We headed straight to my bedroom our clothes lining the floor on that route.

It was only kissing and cuddling but it felt so good. I did get up and made my way to the bathroom, gathering up our discarded clothes to minimize the shock to my parents when they returned. Jeff was waiting for me his arms already spread in anticipation of holding me again. That is where I found myself the next morning in his arms, his lips kissing my ears, eyes and neck. I rolled over and intercepted one of his kisses, putting my lips in his line of attack. Success, it feels so good to wake to a tender, probing, and passionate kiss in the morning.

Jeff left later that day, he had an early class on Monday morning, while my first class was not until noon. Of course, I had to give him a proper send off, it did make me re-consider marrying him soon, so that we would never have to be apart. I helped Mom with dinner for the three of us, even cleaned up the kitchen again. Then I went to pack, deciding I had enough time to clean her bathroom too.

About an hour later I heard a squeal, I take it she found the clean sanitized bathroom. I left early the next morning, so that I would not have to rush to get back. The majority of the trip was spent thinking of staying female and my love for Jeff. By the time I got back to the apartment I had decided the female life is for me. I decided to stay in school, getting my degree in home economics, and marrying Jeff after a reasonable amount of time spent together to make sure we were compatible.

I bounced into the apartment hugging all of my roommates and danced into my bedroom. I opened my suitcase, but suddenly three females stood between me and the suitcase. I was forbidden to touch a piece of clothing until I had divulged all. I tried to tell them I had a class and needed to change, they stood their ground suggesting I could get to my class after I had told them what happened over the weekend and not before. I was finally pushed on the bed, all three of them crowding around each holding on to me until I revealed all.

I did eventually satisfy them, but ended up missing my first class. Jennifer told me she would speak to my professor explaining that I was helping her with an emergency. I headed to my next class, smiling some, all three of my roomies now quite concerned about me and what I will do about college. Well, they also wanted to know about Jeff, since he was quiet and not relaying any info about us to them. I was now the only source of info, so the obvious reason why they had held me captive until I spilled the beans, every last one of them. I filled them in some, but did keep a few secrets to myself.

I attended classes the rest of the day, even made it to the class I missed and acquired my assignments. I had some time before I was to meet Jeff, so on the spur of the moment decided some shopping was called for. I have always been aware of a female’s love of shopping, not understanding the need to shop all the time.

Well, only one way to find out what it is about, that is to hit the mall. I made a slow start just walking along browsing the window displays in the stores. I did find a few things that caught my eye, but passed on actually going into the store to find the item and consider trying it on.

By the fifth store, leaving the window without finding the item was pulling hard on my new female heart strings. I took a big breath and entered the store, finding the skirt I saw and fell in love with on a display right in front. Oh shit what size do I wear? I tried to remember the sizes on the clothes I am wearing now, I think it was a twelve, but I am not sure. I grab a couple of sizes and head for the dressing rooms. I could hardly speak, my voice deciding that actually asking to use one of their dressing rooms to try on the skirt was tantamount to suicide. On the third try I managed to get out the words, the sales associate showing me into a vacant room. She did keep an eye on me, my behavior not normal for any female.

I tried on all three sizes deciding the size fourteen was the best fit. With that information I returned the other two sizes and wandered back out to see what else I could find. The sales associate did eventually presume me to be normal, offering help but leaving me alone to search for my treasures. I did find two blouses that were perfect, a shirtwaist dress that I just had to have and another skirt, one that fitted me like paint.

I immediately thought of Jeff, as I wiggled around trying to walk in the skirt. I did find that sizes are not representative, one size in a manufacturers offering is not the same as another. So I ended up with a size fourteen, a size sixteen and even a size twelve in my selections. Now I understood some of why shopping for women’s clothes is not just cut and dry.

I did meet with Jeff later, we decided to do the drive-in thingy, then hang out in the student union to get our romantic interlude seen to. We did talk a lot about our relationship, about possibly marrying and our schooling. It was after eleven when we decided to part, till the next day. It took me twenty minutes to properly send him back to his apartment. The kisses have to be just right, and the mouth explored completely before parting. At least, that was my take on the situation.

We did decide to get an apartment together, it would allow us to try a relationship under the same roof, also give us a little privacy from our roommates. The marrying thing was discussed in depth, we finally decided to wait until we graduated, a more sensible avenue of behavior. We also decided to abstain from actual sex, although a difficult thing to live up to, again something logical and necessary. Everything else was allowed, so we would not be missing much other than some frustration.

It was agreed that whenever we wanted the act of sex, we would stop whatever we were doing and engage in a marathon session of hugging, cuddling and kissing. Touching of my breasts and his penis was allowed, but no penetrative action of any kind. The first time we tried that out, after an hour of some wicked foreplay we both had to take a shower to remove the stickiness and other wise clean ourselves up. I know my nipples were sore, and his penis was very red from our efforts. To my embarrassment my set of lower lips were also sore, Jeff does like to explore things if given a chance. I must admit his tongue is very talented, and quire persuasive.

It was several weeks later when we found a place and moved into the new apartment. During the time we were moving and setting up the new apartment my old life before the girls transformed me was closed out, my male clothes given away with only a few treasured possessions coming with me to our new home.

I was surprised to learn the girls never told their boyfriends of my change, just that it was learned that the male me had withdrawn from school and moved back home. When I was introduced to them over the following weeks there was no recognition of the old me, in fact I doubted they saw any of my face as all of their attention was focused on my breasts.

Typical male, now I don’t have to look at other females to see breasts, I have a set of my own just a few inches below my chin. A set I am proud of, by the way.

If you have to suffer a rude awakening one day, the best option is to wake up female. I did and I love it.

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