Petra, Ladies
Wear Where Else
Jessie
and I have been married all of three months, meeting in our first
year of college we ended up sharing an off-campus apartment for
several years before we decided that marriage was in our future.
Jessie had worked her summer between her junior and senior year at a
company offering on-the-job training for interested parties, with
some college credit for the three-month summer break. Well, they
liked her work ethic and offered her full-time employment as soon as
she graduated. She had been piling in the courses wherever she could
and ended up graduating this last December instead of the following
May.
I,
on the other hand, couldn’t find any summer employment so took more
courses during the summer breaks and ended up graduating a year early
from college. Between graduating and my bit of luck there were many
job applications filled out, numerous interviews but nothing offered
me. My bit of luck, if you can call what happened lucky for me,
resulted from a job fair at a local mall where prospective employers
were looking for new employees.
A
local corporation was looking for new managers for their retail
stores and were giving tests to measure the skills and possible
decision-making abilities of their candidates. I was not familiar
with the company, not having too much to do with retail stores either
from a buying perspective or even a cursory examination.
I
asked if I could take the test, the lady handling the testing said
sure, but I missed the obvious snickers nearby. I set down and
completed the test in about forty minutes, then went up to the lady
to hand in my material. She roughly glanced at the test especially a
couple of the questions and asked me if I could come back for an
interview in an hour. Her sidekick glanced at the lady with a
quizzical expression but resumed her task of managing the testing. I
replied in the affirmative and made my way to the food court.
After
finishing a burrito and a Diet Coke, I headed back to the job fair.
As I made my way down the mall to my destination, I noticed the name
of the corporation on a store across from the food court. I slowed
down and checked it out to find it is an upscale woman’s fashion
store.
Now
I knew why I got a few funny stares when I took the test, also why
they were no other males taking the test. I knew there were very few
male managers in women’s fashions, partly because any
self-respecting male would not be caught dead in a female type of
clothing store, especially as an employee.
The
second reason is females are usually not comfortable around males
when they are partially naked and trying on clothes. I figured that I
had wasted my time taking the test, but would be courteous to the
lady and go back to tell her that I am no longer interested. Before
going back to the job fair, I decided to take a brief walk through
the upscale fashion store. Back at the food court the lady was
waiting for me, introducing herself as Linda Stephens, the human
resource director for the corporation. We chit-chatted for a few
minutes with me telling her that I was not aware of her fashion
stores when I applied, but was sorry for wasting her time. I started
to get up, but she asked me to stay for a while.
“It’s
true they get very few male candidates, but my test scores were very
significant, and the problem-solving portion of the test scored me in
the upper ten percentile of prospective employees. I would like to
talk to you some more, to find out a little more about you and to see
if you might just fit in somehow.”
I
replied, “I am really not interested in working in a woman’s
fashion store, so I don’t want to waste any more of your time.”
She then mentioned a starting salary if I met their requirements and
asked if I could get an entry level job at or near that salary.
Well
you know that got my attention. Their starting salary was two times
what Jesse is making now, even, after all, her raises. Several of my
college friends who graduated earlier are nowhere near this level of
pay, and this after almost two years on the job. I knew there had to
be a catch somewhere that kind of money is not offered these days to
just out of college graduates, especially ones with no actual work
experience.
I
got comfortable in the chair and asked her what she wanted to know
about me. I offered to fill out a job application, but she said her
company does not use them. That earned a rise of my eyebrows. That
was different, most companies these days use an application if
nothing else to have in written format all of the employee’s
qualifications and personal details. Linda was all business, covering
most of the things found on standard job applications, but also
covered a lot of non-standard questions.
She
wanted to know about Jessie’s and my marriage, what she did for a
living and if we desired kids. Then a question that left me
speechless. “What would make you happy in life with emphasis on
your relationship, job, and family?” Wow, you don’t get that
question often asked if at all these days. Employers these days just
don’t care.
I
had to think about it real hard. Looking at her, I replied, “I
wanted the time to enjoy my wife and family, to have enough money to
live comfortably and to do a few special things in life before we get
old and gray.” The biggest smile came over her face, apparently an
answer that they desired to get from their perspective employees.
Of
course, I supplied the standard information. “My name is Peter
Thompson, graduated from college in three years, with a bachelor’s
degree in management. I am fluent in Spanish and partially fluent in
French. The French language was courtesy of a summer after high
school, traveling the country of France and seeing the sights. My
grades are near the 3.8 mark, but most of my classes are 4.0 except
for calculus and chemistry. These classes lowered the grade-point
average; I just couldn’t get enthused about either subject no
matter how hard I tried.”
I
continued, “My parents are now living in Florida, retired just last
year, spending their child’s inheritance and enjoying it way too
much. I am fairly tall for a male, just under five foot ten inches in
my socks. I enjoy eating, and that shows in my 165 lb. weight. I
exercise, mainly running every morning, usually five to six miles
every day.”
Linda
asked if I had gone to their store here at the mall. I told her I
walked through looking to see what they carried and how it was laid
out. She asked what I thought of the store; she wanted real answers,
not what I thought she wanted me to say.
“The
store is laid out well, but there seems to be not much for the
husband or male shopping for his wife or girlfriend to entice his
attention. I thought the clothes were a little expensive but admitted
to knowing absolutely nothing about fashions either male or female.
Although the clothes were grouped by kind, I wondered if by color
might make it easier for a female to find what she might be
interested in. I know my wife Jessie is aware of what colors look
good on her and goes to those colors first, if the clothes were
separated by color a female might find what she is looking for
quicker, and maybe something else that she just has to have.”
“The
associates seemed friendly” I said, “with me being approached
twice while I walked through the store.” I paused, not knowing what
else she was interested in, but she seemed occupied in adding to her
notes on her laptop. Then, when I finished, she looked up, asked her
next question.
“Had
I shopped for my spouse, especially for fashions since I had known
her?”
I
replied, “I had bought her a negligee once several years ago, but
my selection was obviously flawed since she hasn’t worn it since.”
Linda chuckled at that but was not surprised.
“Males
tend to buy what appeals to them, not what looks good or feels
comfortable on their female spouse.”
With
that she continued, “Put yourself in my shoes, hiring a male for a
manager position that knows nothing about women’s fashions, what
would you do to teach him the basics in a way that would stay with
him?”
I
thought about it for a minute. “The best way is for him to purchase
some items, then maybe be evaluated about what is comfortable and
what goes together by somebody that knows the ins and outs of
fashion.” Her next question was, “Who would this fashion expert
be, and how would they evaluate his purchases?” In my case, I
suggested my wife, Jessie, since I knew she had some fashion training
at a private school during her last year at high school.
Linda
then asked if my Jessie used to be Jessica Madison, and the private
school was Wimberley School of Feminine Arts. I nodded my head, and
Linda asked, “If I had her cell phone number?” I gave it to her,
but Linda wanted to know if she called her would her employer be
upset. I responded, “No, she is on the phone all day long to
friends, business associates, suppliers, and management in her
company. One more phone call would not be noticed or objectionable.”
Linda
dialed the number, then squealed into the phone when Jessie answered
the call. I guess Jessie recognized the squeal since she made a
corresponding one in return. Linda told her why she was calling, but
Jessie was more concerned why I was applying to her company for a
job. Linda explained it to her, then made a few comments about what I
had scored on the test and what she had found out in the interview. I
could only hear one side of the conversation, but it carried on for
quite some time.
Jessie
had an incoming call but promised to call back when finished with the
call. Linda turned her attention back to me, asking if I was willing
to train for the job. I asked what would be involved in the training,
Linda telling me that my main shortfall is knowledge about ladies
fashions thus that will be the focus of the training. Then, I would
spend a week in several of her stores learning the procedures and
managerial duties. All in all, she said, “I figure you need about
three months to get your head around everything and be ready for your
store.”
I
was still a little hesitant about taking the job, I felt like I could
manage the store, but me a manager of a ladies apparel store, just
didn’t seem right somehow. I never did say that I would take the
job, but Linda went on like I had accepted the position. By the same
token, I had never communicated with her that I didn’t want the
manager’s job. The money stuck in my mind, a real plus for just out
of college.
I
asked if I would be working as an assistant for a while, but Linda
told me that they do not do things that way. Once I had my training
and knowledge of female fashion, I would be assigned a store to
manage. She asked me “Do you have any more questions?” I told her
“No.” I actually had lots of them, but way too embarrassed to ask
any of them.
She
wanted me to come to the corporate offices tomorrow, to fill out
forms for social security and to get my company badge. She will give
me my assignment for training then and schedule my week internship at
each store, six of them in the metro area. I thanked her for her
kindness, but she reminded me that I would earn my keep, maybe save
the thanks until I had my own store.
I
proceeded home and started on dinner, then decided since I was now
employed that we would eat out tonight. I dressed in one of my more
classy outfits, a tan pair of Dockers and a sweater in a brown and
burgundy print. I replied to some emails about jobs that I had
applied for but had not received any offers just inquiries. They
liked my resume, would keep it on file, but had no vacancies at the
moment. In other words, no likely prospects for a job, in the
foreseeable future.
Jessie
was early tonight; she too had hoped we would eat out, so came home
early to change clothes. She informed me that I was lucky to land
that job, they are a prestigious company, with excellent management
and corporate leadership. The stock options I would receive would be
worth the job even if I didn’t receive wages for my effort. She
confided in me that Linda had told her that she is now worth a
quarter million dollars on her stock alone, after ten years with the
company.
She
changed her clothes; then we headed to our favorite steak house. She
had put on an LBD that was so cute, her words not mine. I, however,
did love what she looked like when she wore that dress. She had
deepened the color on her lips and added more mascara, then had put
her hair up on her head with curly tendrils dangling over her ears.
She
looked so good; I was more than pleased that she had chosen me for
her husband. I was attracted to her from the first time we met, but
she had made the first overture, then prompted me for another date,
when I didn’t ask in the desired time. She manipulated me from day
one, and I am proud that she had chosen me to be the one for that
honor. Even when it came time to think about marriage, Jessie was the
one to propose, fancy dinner, even an engagement ring for me. It was
several weeks before I was able to get her to the jewelers for her
ring.
We
did the double-ring exchange with our wedding vows, a wedding ring
for each of us to go with the matching engagement rings. Yes, I wear
an engagement ring and a wedding ring, highly unusual for a male, but
Jessie is far from an average bride. I feel proud that she chose me
to be her spouse, and if wearing an engagement ring and a wedding
ring is part of it, so be it. Every once in a while I get a comment
about it, always from a female. Once I state my reason for wearing it
that is the end of the discussion, a smile coming to the female’s
face.
The
steak house was up to its reputation, and the petite sirloins were to
die for, a specialty of the restaurant. In particular, I loved the
sweet potatoes, seasoned with just the right amount of brown sugar
and served without the marshmallows that other establishments usually
drowned them in. After we had eaten most of our meal, Jessie asked
what I thought of the job since I had a little more time to think
about it. I told her the salary was fantastic, although I was worried
about learning about fashion since I knew absolutely nothing about
it. I pointed out the negligee that I had brought her that she never
wore as a prime example.
She
giggled but then tried to explain why she didn’t wear it. It was
very sexy, almost provocative, but the problem was it emphasized her
breasts putting them on display with a shelf-like support. To her, it
felt like her breasts were going to tumble out at any time. That was
not a comfortable feeling for a woman. Hence, she side stepped
wearing it. Because I had bought it for her, she should have worn it
more often, but then she would have to change after we had settled
into sleep, not a task she looked forward to after getting
comfortable in bed.
I
mentioned that Linda had smiled when I told her that I had bought the
negligee, but that you had never worn it. I presume from her reaction
that a lot of husbands make similar mistakes. I mentioned that I
liked Linda, she was honest with me but managed to draw out a lot
from me without me being aware that she had done so. It seems the
whole company is like minded, probably a nice place to work.
Jessie
assured me they were, but also highly irregular in their training and
management approaches. I began to sense that she was not in favor of
my actions, so I tried to get it out in the open. I asked her if she
wanted me to turn down the job. “No, it will be good for you to
learn about the other side. However, you will have to be prepared to
change and acclimate yourself to a totally new way to live life.” I
was puzzled by her statement, but she reassured me to wait until
tomorrow, listen to what Linda proposes, and then make what you feel
is the best decision.
“You
will be shocked by her approach, but I love you and how you dress and
act will have no bearing on our marriage now or in the future. The
job is a great one and not to be dismissed without a lot of real good
reasons, perhaps if you stick with it, we could start a family and
buy a house soon, since money will no longer be a concern.”
Wow,
that made me smile with glee, a fact that Jessie picked up on right
away. “Curb the enthusiasm until after Linda tells you what she has
in mind for your training. The company does not handle things like
other businesses, but their unorthodox methods have been very
successful for them. Just be prepared and open minded, I don’t
think you have any idea what is in store for you.”
I
knew that Jessie knew what it was, but the careful interrogation of
her for the next thirty minutes yielded no further info. We drove
home talking about what kind of house we would look for; I realized
that I was committed to the job, no matter what Linda had come up
with for my training. I couldn’t disappoint Jessie by refusing the
job and thus killing our chances for a house for quite some time.
That
night in bed was fantastic as we were deeply enthralled with each
other for the whole night. We explored areas we had never visited and
made love in ways we had only read about in books. It was three A.M.
before we got to sleep, I did remember to set the alarm for seven
since I was supposed to be at the corporate office by nine. I awoke
with the alarm, dragging my tired body to the shower to revitalize
it.
The
shower helped, but I was still lethargic as I dressed and made my way
to the kitchen. The coffee pot is automatic, a necessity in our
household since neither of us is capable of making it without at
least two cups before our mind kicked in. Jessie had already had a
cup and was working on some fruit for her, and I headed over to the
toaster to put my slice in to get warmed. I did get a grope in my
crotch as I passed, and that did manage to get me running on all
eight cylinders again.
Jessie
picked up her purse, gave me a kiss, I might add a very sensuous one
and wished me luck. Then disappeared out the door. I finished the
toast and cleaned up the counter like I always did, then checked my
appearance and then headed to my car. The drive is boring, but I am
looking forward to the meeting in a way. It would be nice to be able
to furnish the means so that Jessie and I could buy a house and start
a family.
The
corporate offices are nothing like I had envisioned. A rather plain
three story building situated on a slightly larger piece of land,
nestled in among some warehouses. I noticed the corporate logo on the
offices and several of the warehouses. I stopped at reception and
told them I had an appointment with Linda Stephens at nine o’clock.
I was told to go the elevator and get off on the third floor.
When
I stepped off the elevator, I was shocked at what I saw, no
partitions for offices, just several desks scattered around the floor
in small groups. A desk up front seemed to be the receptionist, and I
asked for Ms. Stephens. She apparently was expecting me and told me
to go all the way back to the far wall near the window; she was
waiting for me. I made my way back, feeling like every set of eyes is
glued to my presence. I made the observation that there were no males
working here, I was indeed in a no man’s land.
I
noticed her when I made my way to her desk; she had been turned away
from me in a phone conversation, which is why I had not seen her when
I came in. She smiled and asked me to sit down. She told me that she
was glad that I hadn’t chickened out, although she was sure that
the thought had crossed my mind. I nodded, and then mentioned that
Jesse and I had discussed the matter, but I thought the benefits far
outweighed the disadvantages.
She
had me fill in the social security form for withholding, then gave me
an appointment for a physical, telling me the results of the physical
would have no effect on my employment. Their health plan was very
extensive and required semi-annual physicals. I would be now covered
as of this moment and Jessie too if I wanted to add her to the plan.
Before I could ask she told me, “There would be no charge to add
Jessie to the plan.”
Another
hook to keep me employed, with them, at least, that was my first
impression since a lot of corporations used health care as incentives
to keep their employees dedicated and unwilling to leave. She asked
me, “Do you want Jessie included?” And I told her, “Yes”. So
she issued me two insurance cards and added her to the plan. I was
given an appointment for her as well for her physical, the same day
and time as mine. Linda told me that the doctor was a gynecologist
since most of their employees were female, but she would still be
able to evaluate me in the proper manner.
Next,
she turned her attention to my training and work at each of her local
retail outlets. She handed me a schedule covering the next three
months, with all my appointments scheduled and also showing when I
would be working at each store with the training to be learned at
that time. I glanced at the schedule and noticed several appointments
for the Girly Gurl Salon, several immediately in the upcoming days
and then one a week for the duration of my training.
Before
I could ask about them, Linda started going over my schedule, telling
me about each entry. She asked that I withhold comment until she was
through, then she would address any concerns I might have. Her next
statement brought home the degree that I was to learn about fashion
and female clothing in general. Linda told me, “The best way to
learn was by doing, so I would be given a credit card good at any of
their store to obtain needed items so that I could dress and
experience femaleness from the inside out.”
She
continued, “What better way to learn about female fashions than to
wear the items and experience the feel and look of each item. To keep
my exposure to the public palatable, she had arranged for the Girly
Gurl Salon to transform me into a very realistic looking female so
there would be no embarrassing situations due to me being dressed
like one.” Since a lot of the preparations were semi-permanent, she
suggested that I live the female lifestyle for the next three months
continuously. It might give me a more accurate feeling for what a
female looks for in clothes and her mindset regarding shopping and
interaction with others.
I
just sat there, frozen to the spot, and then Linda realized that
Jessie had not mentioned any of this to me. So she backed up, asking
me to tell her what Jessie and I had talked about last night leaving
out what she and I had just discussed. It took me a few minutes to
focus on last night forgetting about the disaster that awaited me
this morning. I reiterated what Jessie and I had talked about, about
being able to buy a house and maybe start a family. Linda listened,
then mentioned that the company had a program in place to allow us to
purchase a home of our choosing and pay for it without any interest
to managers who have their own store.
Another
hook, a good deal, but what price would I be paying to take advantage
of this perk. She assured me that the corporation had no agenda in
having me dress as a female other than learning the things that I
needed to know to manage a women’s clothing store in a fashion
environment. They were sure of my ability to manage but needed to
bring me up to speed about fashions and females to allow me to make a
success out of my abilities.
I
just sat there stunned that this was happening to me. A female life
for three months dressed in all manner of feminine things, but also
looking like a woman was just maybe too much. But the hooks were so
fantastic, but at what price to me, definitely a conundrum for me.
Linda didn’t say anything, just let me think and run things through
my mind and, believe me, that was what I was doing. One minute the
thought of us being able to buy a house, then the next me walking
into a store in my heels dressed to the nines looking for additions
to my wardrobe, my female wardrobe.
I
looked over to Linda for help, she giggled but told me the decision
has to be yours. She had told Jessie everything yesterday, but Jessie
had told her that she might not say anything since she did not want
to influence me into a decision that I would later regret. I asked
Linda if Jessie had indicated that if I went the whole nine yards if
she would be receptive. I feared that if I dressed like a female
around her, she might leave me since she did not marry a man who
dresses as a female. Linda assured me that Jessie loves me, always
has and she doubted that the way I dress would change her love for
me.
The
best way to find out, however, is to invite her to lunch and tell her
what you have decided to do. Everything out in the open and no
secrets from either of you. Besides, since you are relatively the
same size, she would be able to borrow some of your clothes, a plus
to any modern female. Linda told me that my first appointment is this
afternoon if I decide to join their employment.
I
made a decision, I couldn’t bring myself to pass up an opportunity
to get some of the things that we wanted in our marriage, so I guess
I will accept the job and the training and hope that things work out
in the long run. I told Linda that I will accept their employment, I
just hope I can live up to their expectations. She smiled, telling me
“That I just met their first expectation, so relax and let things
fall where they will.” She asked, “If I had a female name that I
preferred to use so that my I.D. would match the way that I was
dressed?”
For
some reason Petra popped into my mind, I have no idea how it got
there, not having anybody by that name in my life. Linda was happy,
made a call on her phone, and a few minutes later I was handed my
I.D. It was on a lanyard so that I could wear it around my neck. The
salon would put my picture on it later today after my transformation
is complete.
I
looked at my schedule, to see the time of my appointment this
afternoon, noting that it was at three o’clock. I asked if I could
call Jessie and ask her to lunch, Linda smiled and told me that she
would be at the T.G.I.Fridays at eleven-thirty waiting for me.
Incidentally, the corporation is picking up the tab for lunch so
enjoy.
I
had thought that when I decided to join their ranks that I was taking
the initiative and responsibility for my future. But with Linda’s
company, I seemed to be just doing what they anticipated that I would
do. I asked Linda if somehow this is all planned out already, and I
am just acting like I am in control. She giggled a little but assured
me that I still am in control, but that some things are destined to
be, no matter what we decide, the end results end up where they
should be.
The
job fair at the mall, with you stopping to take the test,
incidentally you are the only prospective employee that tested in the
range we were seeking. Whatever you want to call it, fate, luck, it
got you to the place you were supposed to be at the proper time. She
glanced at her watch, telling me that I had to get going so that I
would be on time for my lunch date.
I
left their corporate offices in a daze, I just got a job where I had
to dress and act as a female for three months, my new name was going
to be Petra and my transformation starts this afternoon. Then add the
fact that I am going to lunch with my wife to tell her that I will be
living as a woman for next few months, now what is unusual about any
of this?
With
my mind so mushy I am surprised that I found the restaurant, but I
managed to pull into their parking lot at eleven-fifteen. I made my
way inside, to see my wife waiting for me.
We
were shown to a booth in the far corner that was partially secluded.
I am sure it is not an accident to be seated here. Jessie is excited,
wanting to know about the meeting and what I had decided. I asked
her, why didn’t you tell me what they had planned?” Her reply
was, “I didn’t want to put any more pressure on your decision,
the choice has to be yours and yours alone, or you won’t be able to
put up with the transformation. I love you with all my heart, and
this is probably going to help our marriage in the long run; but you
have no idea what it is like to be female and live the life 24/7. It
will change you, more than you can imagine, but I will be by your
side whatever you do in life.”
I
had a few tears in my eyes, but the waitress wanting to take our
orders required me to wipe away my tears. We ordered several of their
appetizers, to pig out on, Jessie telling me that my figure will
require nothing but salads shortly. We nibbled and talked about a lot
of things; something seemed to be different about our relationship
than before. There were more give and take between us, more talking
to each other as equals than before, but it was a nice feeling, a
feeling of love and respect.
I
told her that I had accepted the position and my first appointment in
the transformation is this afternoon. I watched her face real close
to see if I could detect any hesitation or concern over my decision.
She smiled at me, informing me that she loves me no matter what, that
she will be by my side whatever I do. But she is anxious to see me as
a female since she has always liked women, now she has the chance to
have a lesbian experience without having to let her husband in on the
secret. I glared at her as she giggled uncontrollably, then she held
my hands and squeezed, telling me that sex tonight is going to be
unbelievable.
I
didn’t want to know anymore, I am curious about the changes, but
the unknown is scary, and this gender change is the height of horror.
I have never bought into the normal male behavior, but still had an
unusual fear of losing my male equipment. I have been assured that I
will still have my maleness; it just won’t be visible to anyone. It
is kind of like being castrated, to a male this is the ultimate
horror story. Somehow the losing of one’s male organ makes the
individual not worthy anymore, less than they should be.
Jessie
had to get back to work, so we finished up, and I signed the bill. I
got a super erotic kiss from her, then she grabbed my penis and
squeezed hard. I tried to avoid the grope, but she caught me by
surprise. She whispered to me that she was saying goodbye for a
while, just wanting my penis to know it is loved and will be missed.
Now she had me worried about the loss of my organ, more than I had
previously been concerned about, maybe they will leave it there and
just cover it up.
It
was after two, so I decided to go over to the salon, maybe they could
take me earlier. I arrived at two-thirty and went to the
receptionist. I told her my name; then she responded that they had
been waiting for Petra, and she would let my technician know that I
am here. I looked around the salon, marveling at the size of the
place, that and the obvious femininity that is present everywhere you
look. A quite tall blonde came forward to greet me, taking my hand
then telling me that she would be handling my transformation today.
“Petra
will be receiving the deluxe package and that I would be clothed
before I returned home tonight. It will take about six hours to do
the initial transformation tonight and another twelve tomorrow to
fine-tune the package. All is being paid for by the corporation, with
me accompanying you on your first shopping trip tomorrow at the local
retail outlet of your employer.”
Now
to get started, you need to strip off all your clothes and lay on
this table. She worked with some pots of something on the counter and
some cloth strips that she was preparing. I was a little reluctant to
strip here in the room with her, but she turned and saw that I was
hesitant and decided to help. It is explained that most of their
clients were males and for anybody reshaping and waxing, it is
necessary to be naked. That meant no clothes of any kind, as she
pointed out into the large room where a lot of other customers were
being worked on. “Most of them are male just like you and will be
female in appearance before they leave tonight.”
“So
relax and let me get you transformed,” as she slid my shorts down
my legs and onto the floor. I was not used to this and was reacting
in a positive manner to the sensual touching. That was quickly
handled as she held a bag of ice to my male organ, and that was all
she wrote. It shriveled up to nothing within seconds.
She
did introduce herself as Melanie, a transformation specialist at the
salon. As she helped me onto the table, she appraised my hairiness
and then started applying the hot wax. The first strip being yanked
from my body was painful, but her repeated applications and removal
soon became rather tolerable, still painful, but more of an ache
instead of a sharp pain.
It
took about an hour for her to cover all areas of my body, I required
a rag inserted in my mouth when she came to my groin, though. That
just plain hurt in more ways than I cared to discuss. I bit down on
the rag and a couple of times I thought I would bite clear through it
as the pain shot through me. The cream that she rubbed over my body
afterward was wonderful, soothing the sting and relaxing my tight
muscles. She mentioned that repeated use of the cream would stop any
hair regrowth so that the waxing would not be necessary in the
future.
That
sounded like a winner, until I thought that a hair free body was not
the ideal for a male. A decision to be contemplated for later, but I
sure didn’t want to experience this waxing again. Next, my feet
were put in stirrups at the end of the table, and I am asked to scoot
down towards the end of the table. My butt is right at the edge of
the table, and she spread the stirrups so she could work on my groin.
I
almost pleaded with her to skip this part, but she told me not to
worry, the replacement had a lot going for it, and I might like it
more. The only way to experience the new equipment was to have it
installed, so that is next. Before I could say any more, she sprayed
a cool liquid on my groin, and I lost all feeling down there.
She
worked down there for almost an hour before she had things the way
she wanted. I did feel a cool liquid, or something being pulled, but,
for the most part, I felt nothing. She finished and then laid a towel
over the area to cover me up. I asked to see, but she said that had
to wait until I am complete, at least in the equipment department.
You can’t go anywhere without headlights, so that is next.
She
moved to my side and started cleaning my chest with alcohol. Then as
an afterthought, she placed a moist towel over my face so that I
couldn’t see what she was doing. I felt her make marks on my chest
and then felt the weight of two objects being placed on my chest.
They were removed then a liquid is spread on my chest and then the
weight is reapplied and held down. I presume that I now had breasts
of my very own. Talk about a different feeling, the slight movement
of each as Melanie moved them about, painting something around the
edges of the new weights.
I
was astounded by the heaviness of the breasts, a new respect for what
Jessie carries around every day. Melanie helped me to sit up, and
then raised the back of the table for some support. My breast shifted
on my chest, and I grabbed for them to steady them. That is a new and
very disconcerting feeling and then released them suddenly as I
realized I was groping my own breasts. Melanie giggled, but placed my
hands back on my breasts, telling me that they were mine and a part
of my body, nothing to be ashamed of, but something to treasure. The
blush returned in spades.
She
fixed the table so that my feet were lying flat, then poked my new
slit with her finger. I say poked, but she was gentle as she probed
my new orifice asking if I could feel her finger. I responded no
until she hit a certain place, and I almost came on the spot. She
smiled telling me that her work is successful; I am now an orgasmic
female. She started working on my ears, making marks on each ear, and
I realized that I was to be pierced for earrings next.
I
realized then that this impersonation of a female was not to be a
farce. It was well planned and thorough to the nth detail. I had yet
to see my image, but I presumed that I was already a female in
appearance, the feeling from my various new appliances were flooding
my mind with sensations. The numbing in the groin area is wearing
off, little tingles as the sensations returned to that area. I
wondered what it would feel like now, nothing there hanging, just an
inviting slit. Suddenly back to the present as she aimed a gun at my
ear lobes.
Three
quick flashes of light and she is attaching the earrings to the new
holes. Two studs with diamond stones and a hoop with smaller diamond
stones encrusted along the front lower part of the hoop. A few
minutes later and the other ear sported the same earrings. Another
distraction as the hoop swung a little as I moved my head touching my
neck and sending little shivers down my spine.
Before
I could sneak a peek, she slid a robe over my shoulders and tied the
waistband. Then Melanie moved me over to a manicure table and had me
sit. She carefully held my hand and started filing my nails. She
rounded the ends, then put a liquid around the edge of my nails, then
using a stick and scissors she removed any cuticle that would spoil
the effect of the manicure. Then she applied a liquid to the top of
my nails, telling me to remain perfectly still as the liquid got
sticky.
She
had previously selected ten nail extensions for my hands, with the
glue tacky they were applied to my nails and then my hand is inserted
into a box with a purple light. Melanie informed me that the UV light
would bond the nail extension to my nail permanently, thus giving me
the perfect nails of a glamorous female. At that time, I was not too
happy to hear the word permanent when used in conjunction with my new
talons that had suddenly sprouted from my fingertips; the word
gorgeous also bothered me. Melanie told me that they were unbreakable
and were glamour length, a half inch beyond my fingertips.
Next,
a base coat and then three coats of dark red polish is applied to
each nail. This took a while as each coat had to dry before another
coat could be added. The look as the nail polish seemed to get deeper
in color and shiny could not be put into words. I was looking at them
constantly, the red color and shine making them obvious to all that
would look at me. Then Melanie added a top coat to the nails making
the shine almost leap off the surface of the nails. I knew it would
attract the eye of anyone looking at the nails.
Melanie
supplied me with some nourishment, an apple, and a diet drink are
quickly consumed by me, it seems that being turned into a woman is a
high-stress task. She pivoted my chair around, and I faced another
mirror, realizing that I was sitting there stark naked, with only a
light robe to cover me partially up, though the gorgeous nails that I
now sported did make me feel good. Melanie placed a cape over my
shoulders, then started working on my hair. I had let my hair grow
the last two years of college, with the ends reaching my shoulders.
I
was afraid of what I would look like with a female hairstyle since
the changes done to me so far have made me unrecognizable. That is
unrecognizable as a male, no doubt about it, the image in the mirror
is that of a female. She told me that my hair is long enough for a
female hairstyle, but after I completed training, I would receive
extensions so that there would be no doubt about my gender. At the
time, I missed the significance of that statement completely.
She
cut my hair in layers, getting rid of my split ends, then added some
hair color to my hair. I was told it is a lightening color rinse,
semi-permanent in nature, bringing my hair up from its usual light
brunette color to a dark blonde color with highlights.
Then
she began to set my hair in curlers, larger ones on top and medium
ones around my face and neck. She applied a setting gel as she wound
each curler with my hair. This is something I have never had done to
my hair, so I was curious. Under a dryer for thirty minutes, the heat
of the dryer making me sweat lightly around the face. After the timer
had gone off, she checked my hair and pronounced me dry. The curlers
are removed, leaving my head full of bouncy curls, at least, two
shades lighter in color than before.
Makeup
is next, with me getting the works as she selected and used items
from her large box of cosmetics. Foundation first, then a minimal eye
makeup, some blusher on my cheeks, and dark pink lipstick to finish
me off. The image in the mirror is all female, a very attractive one
too. I turned a little red; I am attracted to my own reflection, how
screwed up does that make me?
Melanie
returned to my hair brushing out the style and spraying it with hair
spray to maintain the style. My face had suddenly been transformed
from a male to female, not a sign of Peter left to be seen.
Melanie
left me for a few moments returning with her hands full of clothing,
apparently for me. She laid the clothes out on the table, handing me
the panties first. I reluctantly slipped them up my legs, I knew
wearing them was going to be a daily occurrence, but panties just do
something to a male that makes him extremely nervous and unsure of
himself. After I had them in place they felt fine, maybe if I don’t
look at them, I won’t be aware of the fact that I am wearing them.
Yeah, right!
The
bra is next, Melanie first showing me how to do it the easy way, then
making me do it the usual way so that I could decide which I
preferred. Melanie told me that my waist had to be altered some to
give the illusion of a figure. So she produced a waist cincher and
soon I was tightly within its grip, a three inch reduction of my
waist if I pulled my stomach in some. Tomorrow they would do
something different, but requiring more time and finesse than is
available this afternoon.
A
camisole came next since the blouse is on the thin side. A pair of
pantyhose followed as I am shown how to roll them up to slip my legs
into them. I will have to admit the feeling of them on my hairless
legs is sensuous. I caught myself several times pausing to let the
feeling subside some so that I could continue. Melanie noticed,
telling me that I would soon get used to the feel of them, but when I
did I could start wearing stockings and a garter belt, that last said
with a giggle.
The
blouse is next, an almost sheer fabric showing off the lace of the
camisole and definitely showing the fact that I now have breasts and
am wearing a bra. Then the skirt, a pencil skirt with a lacy ruffle
at the hem to match the color of the blouse. She provided a pair of
heels, a classic pump with three-inch heels. As I slipped my feet
into them, I realized the extent of my transformation. Peter was
totally gone, Petra in his place dressed elegantly, ready for
whatever the world had to offer her. Melanie wanted me to walk around
a little to get used to the heels and the pencil skirt.
The
walk around a little lasted for over an hour, but in that short time,
I became accustomed to the shoes and skirt. Since my I.D. still
showed male, it was suggested that my wife come to pick me up. I
tried to avoid this since I was unsure what she would think of me
dressed as a woman. But as usual, she had already been called and
took that moment to walk in the door. She looked around for me, with
me realizing that she did not recognize me. I cleared my throat, she
turned my way then attacked me. I was almost knocked off my feet,
then hugged, kissed, fondled, and groped. I let out a big sigh, at
least, she doesn’t hate me. To me the worst part, was this was
right in the middle of the salon, with every eye focused on the
affectionate encounter.
She
spent, at least, fifteen minutes taking in my appearance, only
Melanie handing me a bag of clothes for later, interrupting her close
inspection of her new female companion. She thanked Melanie profusely
for her efforts and led me out of the salon. Melanie managed to yell
out that I needed to be in by nine A.M. for my appointment, but
anything else she tried to convey was missed as the door closed
behind us.
I
am literally dragged to the car; then she held the door for me as I
slipped into the seat. Incidentally, the only way to do anything with
a pencil skirt is to slip in, your legs are almost fused together,
and there is no room for anything else. She even made sure that my
seat belt was hooked and tightened properly. I don’t know what
possessed Jessie to be so possessive, but the attention is nice. We
made it home faster than usual; I am sure that Jessie maintained the
legal speed limit and then some for the entire trip.
At
the house, we were renting she parked in the drive and is out of her
door and around to mine before I could get the seatbelt unfastened. I
am helped out of the car and dragged inside the house, in fact, she
is so nervous or anxious, it took her three tries to get the key to
unlock the door. Once though it is done I am dragged into the living
room, laid down on the couch and kissed like there is no tomorrow. I
am giggling at her reaction to me, several times I told her she is
going to mess up my makeup, but it was like talking to a wall.
Her
tongue probed my mouth; the kisses skipped around my face, with my
eyes and ears getting their full share. Believe me getting kissed on
the ear and having her tongue probe the inner ear, really turns me
on. I almost came, and then I remembered that it is hidden away, I
wonder if I can come like I used to. Where are the owner’s manuals
when you need them?
The
foreplay went on for quite some time, several times she seemed to
want to take off all my clothes, but then she would take it all in
and sigh. I didn’t say much, just content to watch her actions, she
was like a kid in a candy store. That phrase sums it up pretty
accurately. Eventually, the girl calmed down, sitting on the couch
and taking in all of my new looks. Then with a sudden wrench of my
stomach, I realized I was the one being appraised, maybe the
consideration as to whether she puts up with me or gets rid of the
effeminate male.
I
was alright when she was enamored with the new me, but now the
newness is wearing off, and the male she married is now just as
pretty as she is. I buried my head in the pillow on the sofa and
burst into tears, three months of this female thing, all for a job,
but at what cost. I feel Jessie reach her hands around my body and
pull me up and into her arms. She doesn’t say much, just holds me
and kisses whatever part of my face she can reach. The kisses are
mixed with the tears as I totally lose it.
Eventually,
the tears ran their course, and I look up at Jessie, wondering if she
is going to kick me out. She helps me straighten up a little, then
turns my head towards her, wanting to know what my problem is. I
lower my eyes, but she is right there pulling up my chin, making me
look into her eyes. “Okay, Petra, you have had your cry, now you
need to explain what is going on.” I start out in a low whisper,
and then all of a sudden the words come tumbling out, every doubt,
concern, and fear that I have spilled forth.
Jessie
giggles, then before she can put the words together, the giggles turn
into outright laughing. I have that look of panic on my face again,
and she places a hand on each side of my face so that I have to look
at her. “Petra, you have been a female less than a day and already
you have every insecurity a young wife has of her relationship. I am
going to tell you this once, are you listening?” I nodded, “Good
you are my husband, no make that my wife considering how you look. I
love you very much and I always will whether you are dressed as a
female or male.
When
I first saw you today, a romantic fling I had in college came back to
me with a vengeance. It was with a female, one that I thought I truly
loved, but alas she had eyes for more than just me. When I saw you,
the resemblance was uncanny and for a while, I was back there having
a lesbian romance. Then when I got you home, the thoughts of her
vanished replaced by your loving face. I love you both ways, but I
think Petra has a distinct advantage in the popularity contest.
So
whether it is Petra or Peter is of no concern, you will always be in
my heart and mind. Now since you have ruined your makeup, and there
is nothing for dinner here at the house, you need to scoot your cute
butt to the bedroom and repair your face so that we can go out.” A
brief panic descended on my face, but Jessie headed it off.
“You
are now a female and wife that is what wife’s do; they get
themselves ready to go with their husbands and then after a nice
dinner, they come home and show their better halves how much they
appreciated the meal and time out.”
Surprisingly
applying the makeup was not that difficult, after I had cleaned the
old makeup off. Then you had to take into consideration that I only
applied mascara and lipstick, but the look is sufficient, though not
as good as Melanie had done. I did poke myself twice with my new
nails, also am caught staring at them as Jessie is trying to get me
out the bedroom door.
It
took me longer than a housewife should, to get my makeup repaired. I
am already thinking of myself as a wife to Jessie, but I guess in a
way I am now the wife. I just hope that she doesn’t find someone
else to love. I returned to the living room, received a passionate
kiss and am led out to her car. She held the door for me, something I
always did for her, but tonight it just seemed to be right to let her
get my door. She got behind the wheel, another task that I always
used to do, with her driving we were at the restaurant in about
thirty minutes. She always told me that she wanted to drive in
NASCAR, I think she maybe missed her calling.
Jessie
is pulling out all the stops tonight, going to one of our favorite
places to eat even it is on the other side of town. The valets got
our doors, helping us out of the car, and then Jessie joined me
leading me into the restaurant. I am trying to act like a female but
am super conscious of all of the eyes that seemed to be focused on
me.
After
we had been seated in a private booth in one of the smaller rooms,
Jessie asked “How are you doing?” I told her that it seemed like
every eye is on me, both male and female. I asked her if there is
something wrong with my clothes or makeup. She giggled, “No, they
are just admiring a beautiful woman, the females are checking out the
competition and the males are deciding if they have a chance with
you.”
I
blushed bright red, me a former member of that sex, was being ogled
by them, what a turnabout this was. The waiter came to get our drink
order and the two times that I looked up his eyes were glued to my
breasts. I thought back to when I was male wondering if I was that
obvious about my focus. Then my mind replayed my last thought, when I
was a male, I guess the mind is the first to go, and mine is already
embracing this feminine persona.
The
wine is excellent, a white wine, that Jessie told me is more
appropriate for my new sex, very appealing to my palette. She ordered
for us both, an avocado and mandarin orange salad with broiled
chicken on the side. I was surprised at how good it is, thinking I
would be still hungry afterward, but in the end, it is all I could
eat. I am sure the waist cincher had something to do with my lack of
appetite, I was comfortable, but very aware if its presence, just
like the bra. We passed on dessert, just enjoying the night out,
talking about a little of everything.
We
left two hours later, with me leaning in on Jessie’s shoulder. The
drive home is uneventful, but I was concentrating on Jessie’s
comment before we had left for the restaurant. She was expecting me
to be the wife and thank her for a wonderful night out in the
appropriate way. I thought back to what Jessie did for me after an
evening out, knowing that I would be expected to do the same for her.
I didn’t have any trouble with the reward for being taken out, just
the thought that I would be passing it out. We made it home, Jessie
helping me out of the car and opening the front door for me.
I
headed upstairs right away, hoping to avoid the romantic mood the
evening was taking, but Jessie was right behind me. I stepped into
our bedroom, wondering just what do I do now. Jessie turned me
around, kissed me passionately and then she helped remove my clothes.
In a matter of minutes, I am down to just underwear, pantyhose, and
heels. She had me kick off my heels, but leave everything else on. I
am helped to bed, and then Jessie made quick work of herself, after
removing her clothes except her underwear. She crawled up the bed as
if a lioness stalking her kill. I am kissed in all the appropriate
spots and then some.
We
cuddled each other with her behind me nestled into my back.
Unfortunately, her hands were on my front, the breasts to be exact.
She is so turned on, I have never seen her this excited before, I
guess lesbian sex is definitely a turn on for her. Finally, I managed
to turn on her and started thanking her for a wonderful evening. My
first target is her breasts, Once I had her bra off I sucked her
nipples until they were rock hard, then twirling my tongue around the
hardened nipple to see if I could get them even harder. My hand with
the long delicate fingernails is teasing her warm and inviting pussy,
her showing several signs of pleasure at what I am doing.
I
moved my tongue south, why should the nipples get all the attention.
The moment that I eased my tongue into her inviting slit, she shook
with the first of several orgasms. I kept up the attention as she
tried to get me to withdraw, I had other ideas, after all; she took
me out for a lovely dinner. Somewhere in all of this, she managed to
grab a hold of one of my nipples, and she pinched hard. I stopped my
ministrations for a second, I actually felt the pinch. She took a
deep breath, then told me that she was so tender down there; she had
to have a minute or two to recover.
She
laid there, trying to get her breathing back to a more normal rate,
with me staring at her ready to pounce, as soon as she was back to
normal. She looked my way, giggled a little, asking me, “What has
gotten into you tonight?” I told her, “that I was to thank my
loving husband, for the evening out; now, all I had to do is thank
him for the dinner.” She backed away from me, till she almost fell
off the bed. We both ended up laughing, then she got an evil look,
smiled and started making her way back to me.
This
time, she didn’t stop or even hesitate, as she attacked my breasts.
As soon as she sucked on the first nipple, I nearly lost it. She kept
up the attack, sucking on one then the other as I moaned from the
feelings that coursed through me. Then she slid a finger into my slit
and probed until she found the same spot as Melanie had earlier. I
almost left the bed, as she sucked a nipple and probed with her
finger. She looked up into my eyes with a smile on her face. “Now
you know what it feels like to be at the height of sexual passion,
and your lover will not ease up!” Then all of the feelings gathered
together like they were each building on another and I came with such
force. I tried to roll away from her, but she kept me pinned down and
kept the manipulations of my breasts and pussy going forward.
Soon
I was on the upside of another orgasm, this time; it was going to be
a doozy as my body was shaking with passion and desire. I needed to
cum real bad, but all of my senses were already at the max. My
nipples were hard as rocks; my clit was again trying to respond, but
it was too much too soon. Then an overwhelming feeling flushed over
my entire body, and I arched my back in an attempt to come again.
It
took forever for the warm feeling to ease up. I now know why Jessie
likes to cuddle after we have sex. It prolongs the wonderful feelings
pulsing through your body, extends the orgasmic feelings, so they
seem to last forever. I remember doing this some with Jessie, but I
too am guilty of getting off, then doing nothing for my spouse as she
relishes her climax. I, at least, make sure she gets her climax
before I withdraw to my own little world.
We
held each other for hours that night; I was afraid to let her go,
afraid that when she gets a chance to think things through, I will be
discarded. Not a virile man, not a real woman, just something in
between, surely not what she desired when she married me.
I
did get some sleep, but the new chest features did get squished and
pinched a couple of times as I tried to get comfortable. Using the
bathroom is still an experience, it is so messy for a woman, but then
sometimes a male’s bathroom experiences are far from routine. I
dress in the clothes that were given me last night before I left for
the salon, then brushed my hair. The style she had given me is easy
to duplicate, although I am sure my rendition would not be considered
adequate by any means.
Jessie
dropped me off at the salon, and I was immediately snagged at the
front door. Taken to a treatment room the inspection started, I did
not pass, back to remedial courses for the duration. She removed my
makeup and had me start over, with me doing all the work. Three hours
later and several makeup applications later I had attained the skills
to make myself pretty.
Then
we moved on to hair. I didn’t put my hair up last night causing
several tangles. When I brushed it this morning I only removed a
couple of them, so she had me brush my hair until all the tangles
were removed, then put it up in a bun for sleeping. Take it down,
brush it into the style for today, then apply hairspray to maintain
the look. Three times I had to do the hair bit, I had a feeling I
could do it with my eyes closed, but she nixed that idea.
Then
we moved on to my clothes. I didn’t change my panties, the new bra
I slipped on was not adjusted to fit me properly, and the dress I
decided to wear required a slip which I hadn’t put on. Her solution
is for me to accompany her to one of the stores I would be working
for. Melanie drove us there then she gave me a quick tour of where
things are at and what I need to find for myself. She had me get a
dressing room, then select an outfit to try on, take it to the
dressing room then show her. She would evaluate my choices, and I
would do it again till I could pick a coordinated outfit in the
proper size and accessorize it appropriately.
Needless
to say, it is after lunch before we left the store. The sales
associates were very helpful and accommodating having to do all the
extra work hanging up all of my wrong choices. It did accomplish
something; I left the store with six outfits, which could be
interchanged with others to make a multitude of different ensembles
to wear.
Tomorrow
I would spend my first day at work, learning what is involved. The
last hour of the day she worked with my voice a little, showing me
how the insertion of a few words could change people’s perception
of me. Everybody agreed that my natural voice is feminine enough as
long as I keep the volume down and insert the proper enhancements.
Again
Jessie picked me up since my car is at home. I received my new
altered I.D. today so that I could now drive. I fixed dinner tonight,
partly because I wanted to impress Jessie with my skills, and partly
because I wanted to stay home and out of the public eye. Jessie was
impressed, wanting to know if I am going to be the wife now in our
relationship.
“If
it means you are keeping me as you spouse then yes I will be the
wife.” She could see that I was still worried about being cast
aside, so she dragged me to the bedroom. My clothes were removed, and
she laid me on the bed. She straddled me with a knee on each side of
my body and asked when will I accept that there will be no casting
anyone aside now or in the future.
I
struggled to get out the words that I love her, and I don’t want to
lose her. You married a male, and now you are sharing a bed with
another female. She stared at me with both of her hands posed to
start tickling me, something I am very susceptible to. “One last
time, are you my wife?” as she started tickling. I yelled out
“Yes.” “Do you love anyone else?” tickling again and I had to
fight to get out the word, “No.” “Then shut up and believe me
or I will tickle you the remainder of the night. You have my word on
it.”
I
did believe her; I had to since I can’t stand to be tickled.
Several times she would start to tickle me to get my attention, for
my mind had wandered off thinking of something else. She finally
threatened to call the salon and have then bleach my hair light
blonde since the bimbo in me is trying to come out. She knows I am
smart; she knows that I can adapt to any situation, now she needs me
to act like the person that I am. That person is a gorgeous female
that is having a lesbian tryst with her best friend and wife; a wife
who adores her, especially her new persona.
Well,
today is the big day, the day I start work as a female. In my limited
time on this planet, I never pictured myself as a female much less
making my living as a female. Jessie helped me pick the outfit I now
wore explaining why it would be a good choice for today. I knew a
little more than a few days ago, but I doubted I would be able to
learn all that is necessary to become a functioning female. The drive
to the store took me about twenty minutes, but the walk from the car
to the door seemed to take forever. I am so scared of this, of the
impersonation and whether I will be able to do this job.
I
swallowed hard, and then entered the store. This store is a
stand-alone unit, not a part of a mall. I went to the desk and asked
for Samantha, the manager. She was nearby and finished with another
sales associate then greeted me. I told her I am Petra, here to learn
to manage a store. She dragged me off to her office, told me to have
a seat, and then asked what the problem was? I looked at her; she
seemed to be able to read my mind, as her eyes bored into my mind.
Since
I was at a loss for words, she decided to tell me what my problem is.
“You are scared to death of making a fool of yourself; you feel
that your looks are going to give you away any minute, and you don’t
think you will be able to learn all you need to know. Am I right?”I
broke down in tears, all my insecurities coming to the surface. She
told me to “Dry up the tears; you are doing just fine for this
early in your training, so hush.” I looked at her again, how she
would know how I felt, about my ability to cope.
She
smiled “I know exactly how you feel, I too have sat in that same
chair and cried at the frustration of having all of this thrust upon
me. I don’t think Linda divulged ‘all’ in your interview; she
usually doesn’t. You are in the same situation that half of our
managers have been in at the start.”
I
looked quizzically at her, half of their managers have broken down in
tears their first hour on the job. “Let’s just say that you are
not the first male to take on a position with us a manager.” My
eyebrows went up with that statement; “There are others like me
working here?” Samantha smiled “Yes, you are not the first and
most likely will not be the last.” I thought back to Linda’s
statement that all of their managers are female during the interview.
Samantha
told me to “Dry those tears; you will do just fine just like all
the rest of us, and you will likely learn to love the role of a
female. We all have and are quite happy in our lives.” My mouth
opened in awe; I never realized that what has been done to me, might
have been done to others. Samantha was a male too, and is quite happy
as a female; maybe there is something more to this for me than what
is on the surface.
Samantha
allowed me very little time to feel sorry for myself, a lesson on how
to run the register my first task. She made a couple of suggestions
on my voice; I had already been told them, but as nervous as I was I
wasn’t doing anything to correct the problem. I was left on the
register all morning, only one or two ladies gave me a second look as
I rang them up.
Samantha
and I grabbed a bite to eat at a soup and salad restaurant, finding
out a little more about each other. She told me some things to expect
in the following weeks, the company not one to coddle their
employees. “If you had any understanding of what you are learning,
they would still push you to the limit.” Samantha told me I would
be helping customers in the dressing rooms this afternoon, something
that I had to experience so that more mundane tasks could be gotten
to.
Samantha
led me through the process once and then I am left on my own. Greet
the customer, help her pick items to try on, get her a dressing room
and the do what necessary so that the customer can make a decision.
That can be zipping up a dress, helping a lady with her bra,
tightening a corset, or selecting other items for the customer as she
tries on her first selections.
The
first couple of customers I am embarrassed to the max, and then
Samantha suggests that I look at it a little differently. “Your
customer has breasts and wears a bra and panties, and so do you. She
is a member of the female sex, and so are you. She sits to go to the
bathroom, and you now do the same. So no more embarrassment, they are
fellow female customers trying to shop for themselves just the same
as you will be in the next few days.” I guess when she puts it that
way I have to agree.
It
did become easier, I still did a few things wrong, for one thing my
selections for the customer were horrible, but my eagerness and
obvious enthusiasm did sway them eventually. I slowed down, took time
to carefully look at my customer to see the impression that I was
getting from her. Then I thought of what might look good on her, what
might enhance her look, I reminded myself of what Jess often wore,
the color combinations she used and picked accordingly. Three long
hours later I was doing pretty good, in fact, right now I had three
ladies in the dressing rooms trying to find them the clothes they
were after.
Samantha
watched but never did intercede on my behalf. I was mad at her at
first, for leaving me to struggle, but soon found that she was doing
me a favor. I had to find the mechanism to help the customer myself
and with constant help I would never make the effort. I helped her
close the register at the end of the day, finding out that I was the
top associate in sales. I smiled, feeling pretty good at my
accomplishment.
She
did make the remark that I was not a male and never had been. I gave
her a quizzical look. “All day, not once did you look at a female
dressing or undressing in a typical male manner. There was no staring
at their figure, breasts to be specific like many males do, you
smiled all day, even when you were having trouble. The best part is
how you talked to them, as an equal. Always in an effort to help them
not trying to be better than them. Keep it up and you will be a
manager sooner than the three months, much sooner.”
I
dragged my body out to my car, drove home and immediately started on
something to eat. I had found a couple of items, and was prepping
them when Jess came in. She took one look at me, then turned off the
stove. Instead she handed me a bag of takeout, from the burger joint
down the road. The place was not much to look at, but the food was
just shy of spectacular. I hugged her, kissing everywhere on her face
that I could reach. I wanted to take her to bed, but my hunger won
out instead.
We
ate quietly until we were down to the fries, then picked at them
dipping then in mayonnaise one by one. “I got a phone call from
Linda today about you. We talked quite some time about you, mainly
her telling me how well you were doing. Several of your customers
today were corporate employees checking out your effort and skill.
All of them were ecstatic about your presentation and effort today.
You will get your own store quite soon, and they will probably be
changing your training again, to focus on the few things that you are
still lacking. My sweet Petra, you wowed them and now I have been
given the privilege of giving you your reward.”
She
took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I was undressed and laid on
the bed, whenever I tried to help my hands were swatted away. She
left me for a minute as she got undressed herself, then methodically
worked her kisses up my body starting at my toes. When she got to my
thighs, she stopped and started again from my eyebrows and worked her
way down. I was twisting, moaning, giggling, and otherwise struggling
to keep from a total meltdown. I never realized what was possible
without using one’s sex organs, two or three times I just whispered
for her to take me and put me out of my misery. But no, she had other
more devious methods yet to be deployed.
She
had been kissing my lips while rubbing my nipples, then slid down to
my neck and ran her tongue from my chest directly to my ear and then
penetrated my ear. Well that did it, I screamed and lifted my butt
clear off the bed trying to control the feelings that were pulsating
through my body then. When she stopped I collapsed back to the bed
still trying to come down from the intense feelings that were
wracking my body.
Jess
slid off of me lying by my side and holding me tightly. Several times
my whole body shook, such an intense feeling. It was like I had
forgotten to breathe and then all of a sudden breaths came fast and
furious, way too fast to handle. I was light headed, giggly, and
suddenly extremely peaceful. I turned my head kissing her on the tip
of her nose, then slid into slumber land, my body as close as I could
get to hers.
The
next morning I was rested and comfortable, but she poked me in my
side, telling me I had to get ready for work. I looked at the clock
and let out a low moan, it was just a little past seven and I wasn’t
expected until nine. Then Jess held up a bra and a hair brush, a
reminder of everything I now had to do to be presentable. I groaned
again but did get out of bed. I received a swat on my butt to get me
moving faster, the bathroom my first stop.
I
did the best that I could with what I had to work with, I knew I had
been taught the way to do my makeup and hair, but with two left hands
I was less than happy about the result. Jess to the rescue, not doing
it for me, but showing me what I did wrong and making me fix it
myself. I made it to the store fifteen minutes late, but Samantha was
just smiling when I met her at the register. I instantly started to
apologize, her finger to my lip stopping the response. “All new
managers are given an hour leeway as they learn to master the new
feminine tasks. So you are fine and you look nice.”
“Now
for today, I want all the mannequins changed, all new outfits, shoes,
even wigs. Take your time, if we get busy you will have to assist
customers as well, but I want a totally new look in the store when
you finish. Put your purse in my office and get started.” I just
stood there, “Where do I begin?” Samantha smiled, then pointed to
her office.
When
I returned from putting up my purse, with the necessary application
of fresh lipstick, I debated where to start. I figured why I was
getting into the swing of things I might start in the back, then
leave the front displays for last. In the area of each mannequin, I
selected an outfit, some shoes to match and then decided to group the
clothes in the area by color. The rack closest to the mannequin had
the colors used on the display. I found a shelf that fit over the
rack, putting some of the shoes I used on it in different sizes.
I
thought I was doing pretty well, then we got hit with an influx of
customers. I stopped to help them, quite a few gathered around my
display that I had just finished. When I had them all rung up, I went
back to the display seeing that we had sold most of the color I had
used. So I changed the display again, another combination and changed
the position of the colors on the rack, followed up by new shoes for
the shelf.
Two
hours later I had changed six mannequins and was headed to the
seventh when Samantha grabbed my hand and pulled me to the front of
the store. We stood there looking at the store, but she wanted me to
focus on the displays that I had set up. In each instance there were
several ladies gathered around them, looking through the racks. I
turned back to her to ask what she wanted me to see when it hit me.
My displays had performed their task, getting the customers to look
at the product on them.
She
asked me to lunch, but I wanted to stay and finish my assignment so I
declined. I am sure my figure will appreciate the reprieve. I did get
most of the mannequins changed, working on the last one as she came
back from lunch. I had finished a few minutes ago, but now had five
ladies going through the racks of clothes. I still needed to add the
shoes to the shelf, but had to wait for them to get finished. A
couple of them needed help, so I took care of that then rang them up
at the register.
Stephanie
took a noon reading from the register, one that she does every day.
That and the closing reading goes into her records. When she saw the
sales figure, her eyebrows went up, and she looked in my direction.
She made her way through the store, looking at all of my
accomplishments, then talked with some of the other sales associates
on the floor. After that I lost track of her, as I had several more
customers come in.
Again,
right to one of my displays, checking out the items of clothing
offered. I got a couple of them dressing rooms and helped one lady
find a jacket to go with what I had on one of the mannequins. I ended
up checking them out, both sales over a hundred dollars. I asked and
then took a short break to get a diet drink. I was setting in the
back, next to where shipments are received drinking my soda, when in
walks Linda.
She
motions for me to join her in Samantha’s office, then to a love
seat to the side of her desk. I straighten my skirt and sit down,
holding my drink in the left hand. She sets next to me, than shakes
her head at me. I automatically presume the worse, then start to
apologize to her. She listens at my vague attempts to console her,
since it is evident that I haven’t the slightest idea why she is
here. At first it was a smile on her lips, then a bigger smile and
finally giggles escaping her mouth and lips.
I
finally gave up, kept quiet, waiting to hear if I still had a job. My
eyes were locked on my feet, I just couldn’t stand to look into her
face and hear her words of dismissal. I had failed, two days into the
job and I had already used up all of my chances. I know there were
some tears in my eyes, they just hadn’t trickled down my cheek yet.
Suddenly, I realized I would have to tell Jess that I had been let
go, our plans for our dream house a smoldering pile of rubbish now. A
single tear did escape, quickly followed by another. Soon I was
bawling like a baby, my whole world shattered and now bleak.
I
quit crying after a while, the whole time Linda never said a word,
just let me get all out of my system. Then Samantha came in and set
at the desk. Linda went over to her, they exchanged a few whispers
and then Linda returned to the love seat.
“Petra
you need to listen to me carefully, I am not going to repeat what I
say. Samantha called me down here to look at what you had done with
the mannequins. I saw some nice displays, much better than we thought
you were capable of at this stage in your training. Would care to
explain to me how you put them together and why you chose the colors
you did?”
“I
just tried to picture the clothes in the area, what might look good
together, and then dressed the mannequin.”
“Then
why did you willfully move the clothes around on the racks, a task
you were not told to accomplish?”
“In
the interview I had mentioned that idea that might make it easier for
a lady to find what she is after. You never said no, and it seemed to
me a good time to try it out.”
“What
about the shoes and the shelf above the clothes rack, did Stephanie
tell you to do that?”
“No,
she didn’t. I am sorry, I will go and take them down now and put
the clothes back where they were.”
“No
you stay seated, I am not done with you yet young lady. You
purposefully disobeyed a direct request made of you by a superior,
then went and instituted your ideas in their place, without
permission. You have been here for two days and all of a sudden you
think you can do as you wish. I presume you know better than us, even
though we have been in the business for years. Now what do you have
to say for yourself?”
I
just sat there staring at my feet, I didn’t have anything to say to
her questions. There was silence for several minutes before I put
together a response. Since I was going to get fired anyways I figured
I would go out guns a blazing. I wiped a couple of errant tears from
my eyes and the stared directly at her face.
“I
did what I thought best after evaluating the situation. The choice on
the clothes were, I thought, appropriate, the customers reactions and
purchases proving this fact. The shelves were in the back room unused
and I wanted to have the shoes close at hand if they wanted to
purchase a pair. As far as rearranging the clothes in the area by
color I take total blame for that action. It was my idea, my time and
it worked as far as I am concerned. If that ruffles you feathers that
I overstepped my boundaries then we do not need to take this any
further. If you will hand me my purse from the lower drawer I will
get out of here. Since it has only been two days, you can forget
about paying me, it is obvious that employment here would not have
worked out, anyway.”
Not
a word was said, I asked for my purse again, but Linda made no effort
to retrieve it. I started to get up to retrieve it myself, but was
told to sit down. Smiles appeared on both of their faces, and then
several attempts at stifling some giggling escaped their mouths.
“It
took us a little while to get you to stand up for yourself, but it
happened and we are quite happy with the results. You will not be
getting a store, your actions have led us to believe that you should
be elsewhere. Now do you have adequate transportation so that you
could get to our other stores?”
“Yes,
my car is fairly new and in good shape, but what has that got to do
with me. Am I being demoted to a position lower than a store manager,
I am really sorry that I upset everybody so much, but I can’t see a
relationship between us happening.”
“Petra
you need to be quiet for a minute and listen to what I have to say.
When I walked into the store, I immediately noticed a difference, the
customers were around the new displays and looking for the items used
in it. I saw several finding the shoes where they were handy, the
clothes separated by colors making it easier for them to find what
they were looking for. Samantha asked some of the other associates if
there were any comments about the displays, all of them singing your
praises. You handled customers between your work, even rang them up
after making their selections.”
“Now
that is all well and good, but a store manager, I don’t think so.”
I started to respond but was told to shut up and listen. We have
another position in mind, you will be working out of our home office
so that I can keep an eye on you. You will be traveling to all the
stores and performing your miracle for them, it is a salaried
position, same benefits as the store manager. Now what kind if salary
do you want to handle that position for us?” I was flustered, all
of this had me confused to such a degree that I didn’t know what to
ask for, I am not even sure what the question was originally.
“If
I take this position I want twenty thousand more than you offered for
the store manager, all of my expenses paid and a share of the company
bottom line. Let’s say a half percent the first year. If my efforts
do not produce the desired results I will settle for the manager’s
salary as adequate payment for my efforts. I think somewhere around
sixty to seventy hours a week would be fine for me and adequate for
the company.”
“That’s
fine, meet me at corporate tomorrow morning to sign the papers and
get your first store to work on.”
“No,
I still have some time before I am scheduled to leave. I will check
the mannequins and update as necessary.” I got up, picked up my
soda can and walked back to the front of the store. I had a smile on
my face, but inside I was jumping up and down in excitement. I
decided as I was changing one of the displays, a little pampering
might be in order. I called the salon and asked if I could get in
tonight along with Jess. They made the appointments and my feet never
touched the ground for the rest of the day. Instead of dinner, a
relaxing facial, a new hairstyle, a fresh face and maybe a mani/pedi
would be much better.
When
I called Jess to get her to meet me at the salon, I tried to sound
pathetic. “Jess, you will never believe what just happened, Linda
said I was not going to work out, now I have to work out of the
corporate office, doing Linda’s bidding. Anyway I feel so bad I am
going to treat myself to some pampering at the salon, any chance you
can join me there?”
She
fell for it, suddenly trying to console me over the phone. Finally we
said our goodbyes, agreeing to meet at the salon in an hour. Samantha
had listened to part of the conversation since I had used her phone
to make the call. She was giggling, trying to maintain her composure
and not outright laugh. “Doesn’t Jess and Linda know each other
from school? If they do you just might be in for a surprise tonight.”
“Nah,
Jess wouldn’t call Linda about this, I will be okay.” Famous last
words. I checked my displays one more time, gathered my purse and
drove over to the salon. Several of the displays were already skimpy,
the items that I had picked out mostly sold off the rack. Maybe if I
get a little time tomorrow I will stop back by and change them out. I
pulled up in front of the salon, checked my lipstick and mascara, and
then went in. Jess was already there, talking to another lady, her
back to me. She waved me over and the other lady turned around, there
stood Linda.
Before
I could say anything a stylist came and got me leading me away, both
Linda and Jess with large smiles on their faces. I wonder how much
they had been able to discuss before I arrived. I was escorted to one
of the reclining chairs by the sinks, given a cape, and then the
chair was reclined and my hair was washed and conditioned. Then the
stylist approached with a container of something and it was worked
into my hair starting at the roots. From the smell I presumed it was
hair coloring.
I
tried to tell the stylist that I had nor requested my hair to be
dyed, but she just smiled at me and continued with the application. I
asked to speak to her supervisor, and as soon as she had my hair
totally covered in the solution she left coming back with another
lady. A bag had been placed over the dye so it could process and a
dryer had been set up behind me. I tried to tell the lady that I did
not want my hair dyed, but she pointed to a work order that she held
in her hand. “You do work for Fashions For Her, well, I have a list
of things to be accomplished okayed by your boss? This is one of them
so I suggest that you relax as we get this list taken care of.”
End
of discussion and she turned on the hair dryer and walked away. Well
that didn’t work out the way I envisioned. A couple of times I saw
Jess and Linda being worked on, mostly manicures and hair styling so
far. They each gave me a bigger than life smile then blew me a kiss.
When I had processed enough the dryer was turned off and I was taken
back to the sinks and the dye was washed out of my hair. I had
thought of protesting even more, but with Linda there, I doubted that
would be a wise move.
So
tonight I was their Barbie doll to do as they saw fit. I just hoped
Jess would still like me however I turned out. After rinsing the dye
out I was moved to another station where she put all of my hair up in
curlers and then under another dryer. Once she had me baked enough I
was taken into one of their private rooms and laid on a table. She
moved in a large machine, the bulk of it directly over my chest. She
used a solvent and my breast forms were removed, I felt good to get
them off, but the sudden loss of the weight on my chest felt funny.
Only a day or two had passed, and I had gotten used to the weight
from my breast forms.
Dangling
from the machine are two hoses with a cup like devices attached to
the ends. One is glued over each nipple then some fatty substance is
injected in to the cup like form. My nipples and some surrounding
tissue were quickly pulled into the cups, the machine pulling with
all its might to give me breasts. Then the machine turned off, the
suction is still there and the trapped tissue can’t return to its
original position on my chest. It started pulsating, sucking then off
then sucking again, a steady rhythm for the next four hours.
I
knew that my time as a female had just been extended, real looking
breasts firmly attached to my body making quite a difference in my
future. For some reason that didn’t upset me, Jessie’s acceptance
of my female person adding to that general feeling. When I was being
hooked up to this boob maker the tech had told me that it was
reversible later if I so desired, a consideration but not a reason to
stop the procedure.
I
was pretty sure that my hair had been dyed a light blonde, my low IQ
at figuring the girls would not talk to each other probably the
reason for the color change. Then when they came to change my nails
again, I knew that I had been classified in the bimbo category. The
changes were all alright with me, Jessie more enthralled with me than
before, the boobs felt right and the longer nails just added to my
attractiveness. I am sure they would require some getting used to,
but just a minor inconvenience in the scheme of things.
It
was like Peter had quit caring about anything masculine, embraced
femininity and now was full speed ahead on the path to being a woman.
Four and a half hours later the boob machine was turned off, the cups
filled to capacity. She finished off my long elegant nails, a medium
pink, a color that would naturally compliment my new light blonde
hair. My eyebrows were neatened up some, her words, the truth there
was they were almost nonexistent now, a narrow line of one or two
hairs wide arched high up over my eyes.
I
didn’t think Petra could be made any more feminine before, but this
latest immersion into the female lifestyle sure did a job on Peter.
It looked like I would be in ladies wear for quite some time, a
decision that I welcomed. The Petra that left the salon was the
epitome of femininity. The girls had indeed conversed and my penance
had been dished out. There was no doubt now about my gender, not a
single male feature was left on me. As I drove home I thought of all
the things I had been subjected to, they were all welcomed by me, for
it only made my decision to live as Petra a more secure and realistic
future. I indeed would be Petra, in ladies wear forever, where else.
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