Yvonne, Loved And Treasured

Yvonne, Loved And Treasured

I slipped on my sweats quickly, having only a few minutes to get down to the main floor of the dorms to await my ride to the salon. The trip to the salon was not one I was looking forward to, but one that couldn’t be avoided.

A little history of this soon to be adult. I have been in this particular boarding school for five years now, a few weeks from graduating hopefully. Mother was the reason for me being here, divorced now and trying hard to keep a roof over our head. Her longtime school friend ran the boarding school, offering to allow me to go to the school for free. The school was not really out any money, since the room had to be maintained anyway and she was short a few students from a full enrollment.

The school stressed academics and excellent grades were expected from all of their students. That made getting the good grades harder since to get an A you had to score 98 or higher on a test. In regular schools 85 usually got you an a A.

If the parent wished a reward/incentive could be added to the students file to be implemented to reward or provide an incentive for higher grades. In my case Mom added the incentive, since she was pretty sure there would be no money for college unless I managed a scholarship. I had no idea what the incentive was, but did know at what point it would be applied to me.

I guess I was looking ahead at leaving the school and let my grades slip a little. Unfortunately they slipped past the point of applying the incentive. I had an idea what she might have arranged; a specific incentive since the length of my hair has been a major point of contention between us ever since I came to the school. I liked long hair and resisted any attempts at cutting it. The school had some rules in place, male hair length not allowed past the bottom of the ears. To evade the scissors I had to wear it in a ponytail, with a pink ribbon bow. That was the compromise that Mom and the head mistress had worked out allowing me to keep the long hair.

Mom told me in a matter of fact way that any more discussion on the subject would end up with me in curls. She didn’t like long hair on me, it would make getting a job difficult or impossible for me. I know she was trying to see that after school I would be able to provide for myself, but I somehow didn’t think having longish hair would keep me from finding some employment. So at best a stalemate was achieved as long as I wore the bow in my hair.

Yes, I was embarrassed by the bow often, but was steadfast in keeping my long hair. I got kidded, even the females in the school getting involved. I frequently had lipstick applied to my lips, one girl in particular catching me and removing my bow, running away with it. That would require me to head back to my dorm room and obtain another bow, before I was caught by a faculty member and written up.

The males were not to be left out, the number of times my male clothes disappeared in gym class too numerous to count. I was always left a dress to wear, now half of my closet in the dorm filled with dresses. My male clothes never did turn up again, it was now getting to the point I had very few male clothes left to wear, surprised I made it this far in my time spent here.

The hair issue did not really get to the point of me having to wear a bow until a year ago when the length of it exceeded the dress code rule. Last look in the closet I had only a few outfits left that would be considered male in looks, since there was still several gym classes left to take not a promising situation to face.

I was unsure about the appointment at the salon Mom had made for me, but there was still a few weeks of school left and the dreaded finals were still to be taken. Plenty of time still for her incentive to have an effect on me and my grades. One of the salon employees was to pick me up, as a favor for my mother. Also not allowing me an easy escape from the appointment.

The lady showed up, and I was shown to her car. The ride was pleasant as she asked about me and my schooling, a real novelty these days to find someone actually interested in others. It turned out she would also be the one treating me today. Everything was explained in detail, I was going to receive extra long hair extensions in a lighter hair color, making my hair appear frosted. A style cut into the hair with long bangs that could be swept to one side or the other and the rest layered down my back. Curls courtesy of a setting lotion so that one looking at the back of my head would see layers of curls all the way down my back. Since the hair will be so long I will need to put it in a braid every night to keep the tangles manageable. Today she will show me how to do the braid and make sure I could perform the task myself.

At the salon we talked as she was adding the extensions wanting to know about the relationship between myself and my mother. I explained my mother wanting to be sure I could get a college scholarship, that the main reason for the emphasis on my grades and her preference for short hair. I admitted to my grades slipping some, in actuality only a half percentage point drop, thus apparently putting me at the point where the incentive would be employed. We talked about other things then she suggested instead of fighting my Mom why didn’t I embrace the change, taking the incentive a step or two beyond what was intended. If I then applied myself a little more maybe another avenue might open up, a way to still get my scholarship without all the stress and worry.

It sounded good, what did I have to lose. With the new longer locks I will not be classified as a male member of society, no male has hair down to their waist and in curls. I am sure somewhere in the fine print a bow and ribbons will show up, either as part of what Mom had planned or as part of the school dress code as it applies to me. We agreed on some breast forms, pierced ears and long polished nails to start with. Enough to move me to the female category, but still be loosely considered a male gender wise. I did hesitate asking that nothing else be done until I saw my new hairstyle when finished.

Well it was far worse than I imagined, I now looked like a fashion model, the frosted look of the two colors of hair really doing a job on what little masculinity I might have had left. She did show me how to put it in a braid, at that point I saw that the longer hair and its effect on me was only the beginning. Now at least an hour a night, brushing and braiding my hair would be necessary to maintain it. After the second attempt of putting my hair in a braid my arms ached, from having them above my head for so long, trying to fashion the braid.

I decided to go ahead with the step beyond concerning the incentive. The nails were first, extensions added to my existing nails and painted a pink in color. Then my ears pierced, small diamond studs inserted to keep the holes from closing up. I almost chickened out when I saw the size of the breast forms, even though she said there were the right size for my body. After she glued them on my chest I swallowed hard, these are going to change everything about my life. I actually thought a loose top or shirt would conceal them, I was wrong. Very wrong.

The bill had already been paid by Mom, although I don’t think she had anticipated my additions to her planned incentive. Then I made my way home, the thought now appearing in my befuddled mind that I would have to face her with my additions, with no idea how to explain why I had chosen them. Maybe this was not such a good idea. My mode of transportation to my home was the bus, an entirely different experience looking so much like a female.

As I entered the house she was waiting for me, checking me out and even poking my new breasts. I opened my mouth in surprise, I actually felt her poke me, impossible I would think since it was only a breast form. She smiled, a bigger then ever smile, lighting up the whole room. I backed up a little, this in not what I was expecting from her. Where is the yelling and screaming, the lecture about how this ruins everything?

She grabbed my hand and led me to my bedroom, sitting me on the edge of the bed. I looked at her, then around the room, my jaw dropping, my heart stopping mid beat and my hands getting clammy and cold. This is not my room, where am I? Frilly curtains, walls painted a light apple green and pictures of females in evening wear adorning the walls. Mirrors on my closet door and inside nothing but dresses and skirts. A vanity over by the window, its top loaded with makeup of every kind. My focus was back to my Mom now, her larger than life smile still there.

“I see we have arrived at the same destination even though we have taken different paths to get there. What you have done has saved me weeks of fiddling and scheming, so thank you in advance. Now you are officially my daughter, a cute pretty female that is quite smart. That intelligence along with your looks will get you everything in life, so you are now prepared for a life of a female, to be taken care of, to be loved and to be treasured by your spouse. A batting of those eyelashes and anything else you may want is yours. No need for the scholarship now for collage, this will get you farther than any degree could possibly do for you.

Change into something more revealing and we will eat out tonight, we may even be able to find a young man that might be interested in you yet today. Who knows. Oh wear the pink ribbons in your hair, they go with everything. You look so cute with that long curly hair.

So apparently I had played right into her hands, saving her the trouble of scheming to get me to experience the same thing. I did wear the pink bows and ribbons as I gathered up the mass of curls into a very loose ponytail situated low on my head.

I was not ready for the reaction of others to my new femininity. Especially the stares from anything resembling a male. From the car to the restaurant I was constantly ogled, even a few with their mouth open in lust. The waiter while taking our orders seemed obsessed with me, his eyes seldom left my breasts, although I think he was also fascinated with my hair, as close as he was standing next to me. I mean he was never more than an inch or two from my body, with him having to stare straight down to see me. While Mom was having a giggling fit he checked my water and iced tea four times during the meal making sure it was filled to the brim. I even got a free dessert, one that I shared with my Mother, mainly to keep her from giggling or outright laughing at me. As we left the restaurant she just smiled at me, yes the world is now obtainable for her daughter, but she does need a new wardrobe.

So we went shopping, five hours of traipsing through every store in the mall, trying on hundreds of clothing possibilities to see if it was suitable for her daughter. Mom spent nearly eight hundred dollars on me that evening, then I remembered I still had a couple of weeks of school left. So with my new figure, female clothes the likely attire for my remaining weeks of school.

My fellow students treated me just like a real female, the trouble I had in the past never to appear again. I did do better in my studies, I presume since I was still getting used to my new body and clothes a lot less masculine to distract me. Whatever the reason my grades improved significantly, five A’s and one A minus for my final grades. That resulted in me graduating in the top third of my class, a feat for this former male to be sure.

Oh, I was dressed as a female for my graduation, my wardrobe now exclusively for the female gender. My former male clothes, what I had left of them, vanished that first week never to re-appear again.

I still wear the pink bows, not because I have to but because they looked good with my new wardrobe. Mom did like pink anything, the majority of my new attire in that color or shades thereof. After graduation the school held an open house for potential employers to meet the new graduates and maybe connect with someone they might like to hire. I was dressed to the nines for the open house, Mom made sure of that. Along with the clothes I received a new name, Mom deciding the name Yvonne was perfect for me. A much better choice than my old moniker of Vance.

During the open house I was never alone, lots of people wanting to talk to me and ask questions. I ended up with nine interviews scheduled for the next few days, at their places of business. Mom made sure I was briefed on each business and how to put off any decision till I had attended the other interviews. A new dress was required for each interview, a female can’t be seen wearing the same dress in a month’s time, unwritten rule number one. Shopping again, this time the perfect dress had to be found for each interview. Mom had done the research on each company, what they looked for in their new employees compiling a dossier on each company I had an interview with. Don’t ask me how she found out all of this information, she just did.

Everything worked out, two of the interviews ended up offering me a job, the second one of the two I was in favor of. The male that conducted the interview spent over three hours with me, coercing every bit of information out of me, including the fact that I was born male. It didn’t seem to make a difference, the rest of the interview was carried out as if that bit of info made no difference in his assessment of where I might fit in with the company. In his summation I was offered the job, with him asking me if I could start immediately. Of course I told him yes, he seemed nice and very interested in me, a definite possibility if I was looking for a mate. I did notice he didn’t wear any wedding rings, and that he wrote my phone number down on a separate slip of paper and put that paper in his pocket.

I was told where to report tomorrow and a brief description of my job duties, then he wished me well and the interview was over. I was expecting a hug, but after I eased out of the office, I realized it would be inappropriate at my interview appointment. I can dream though can’t I?

The first week at my new job went well with him checking on my progress daily. I liked the job, fairly easy for me, and my work colleagues accepting me into their work group with open arms. Then the end of the second week Scott came to check on me again. After some small talk, he asked me out to dinner, wanting to talk with me about my job and how I have been treated so far. Whatever the reason I was all for it, I was running out of dresses to win him over, and my salon appointments were already three times a week to make sure I looked beautiful at all times.

Surprisingly there were very few questions about work or how I was being treated, on the dinner date. The time spent talking about me and what I wanted out of life. Then an equal amount of time spent on him, with both of us having the same things in mind for our future.

That Friday was the first of many weekly dates, over the next few months, Recently I got asked to accompany him to his parent’s house for the weekend, that simple act thrilling me immensely. I apparently passed with flying colors, his Mom spending time with me and already treating me like a daughter-in-law. It was exactly three months to the day when I was called into his office for my three month evaluation. He spent well over two hours going over every facet of my job and how I was doing.

Then he paused as he asked me if I would be open to other employment possibilities. I nodded my head, then smiled as he pulled a ring box out of his desk drawer. He scooted off his chair and got on one knee asking me to marry him. After our engagement he wanted me to be a full time wife, tending to his needs and taking care of him.

He moved pretty fast asking me to move in with him a few weeks later, that way I could get an idea of what I could expect as his wife and lover. I was all for that, the kiss that I received when I accepted the ring a tasty treat, leaving me wanting for more, much more. We lived together for a year, when he flew me to Las Vegas for a quick wedding and then to Hawaii for a week long honeymoon. I saw very little of the islands, but the hotel suite we had was quite comfy and adequate for our needs.

My wardrobe has grown exponentially and I still have two salon appointments a week to keep me looking my best. My hair is now down to my butt, kept silky and shiny by the salon staff. I still remember back so long ago when I made the decision to embrace my female self, the best decision I have ever made. Long curly hair was just the start. To be loved and treasured the reward.

© 2016 thru 2026 by Turnabout Gurl

Allie, Luscious Gurl Lashes

Allie, Luscious Gurl Lashes

I was dropping off my wife at her beauty salon, a sudden need to use the bathroom causing me to go in with her, so I could use their facilities. It was sudden, like one minute everything was fine, the next I had to go real bad. It felt like I was leaking a little as I walked towards the restroom, trying to hold my legs together to keep from letting go. I paused at the bathroom door, both gender symbols displayed on the same door.

Staring at the symbols on the door I almost lost my control, then quickly pushed open the door and entered. There were no urinals, only stalls so I made my way into one quickly dropping my pants and briefs sitting down on the toilet. I never even thought of standing to pee, even getting my penis out of the shorts through the flap seemed impossible right now.

Luckily for me I was the only person needing to use the bathroom. No sooner that my butt had made contact a flood left me sounding as if a dam had broken flooding the toilet. One look at my underpants, as my fears were confirmed, they were soaked where I had been trying to control my bladder, and obviously failing to do so.

I slipped off my shoes, then pulled my Levis off and removed the soiled briefs. The briefs were indeed soaked, actually dripping drops of moisture as I held them away from me. I saw no way to handle the situation other than to just throw the undergarment away, so I buried them in the waste basket. I used some toilet paper to clean me up some, but the smell of urine was still present.

I had seen some paper towels as I entered the stall, so slipped my jeans back on, then made a mad dash for the dispenser on the opposite wall, grabbing several. I wet them then added some soap from the dispenser on the wall, then hurried back to the privacy of the stall. I used the wet towels to clean my nether regions, the smell seemed now minimized, so I pulled up my jeans then flushed. I took the wad of paper towels to the garbage, burying them down in the container next to my briefs to keep anybody from seeing them. I then went out to the sinks, washing my hands thoroughly, while blushing a crimson red as I thought of what I had just done.

As I exited the bathroom, my wife passed me and entered the bathroom to do her business. I waited till she had finished, as I was wanting a kiss before I left the salon. She came out in less time than I had utilized, a smile plastered on her face. She walked over to the chair her stylist used and fetched something from her purse. She sauntered back, the smile even bigger now. I was kissed then she pulled back some and handed me what she was carrying in her hands. I looked briefly then turned a bright brilliant red. It was her pair of spare panties that she keeps in her purse.

This particular pair in an obvious pink color with lace and frilly bows for decoration. She leaned closer telling me to go back into the bathroom and put them on, that erection you have in the front of your pants needs someplace to nestle into, it is way to obvious right now.

I hesitated this was something I did not want to do, but Vanessa had that look about her that I was not sure what would happen if I refused. She rubbed her hand over my groin, as we were facing each other. It would be hard for others to see what she was doing. Junior was not cooperating, quickly expanding even more. Just the thought of putting on her panties had my heart rate soaring. Vanessa felt his sudden arousal, now openly giggling away at my uncomfortable predicament, while never stopping her rubbing of me. I wanted to tell her she was not helping any, but my mouth would not form the words.

I hesitated some more, but decided to play it safe and do as she wanted. Just getting junior to a non-erect state seemed very important at the moment. I wadded the panties up tightly in my hand, trying to keep them from being seen, then made my way to the bathroom again. Again into a stall and my jeans were soon off. I pulled the panties up slowly, not sure why, but they seemed to be caressing my legs in a most unnatural and sensual way.

I had never worn any female clothing before, so this was all uncharted territory for me. As I pulled the panties up to my waist, the silky fabric doing weird and wonderful things to my body, mainly my erection. I was now in a worse state then when I entered the restroom erection wise.

I felt tingling all over my lower body, some goose pimples breaking out on my upper thighs. The worst though was my male organ, now rock hard and trying to poke a hole in my new underwear. I heard the restroom door open, now scared to death of being discovered in her panties. Luckily it was only Vanessa wanting to know if I was alright.

I opened the stall door not clearly thinking of what she might see. She stood there her eyes as big as saucers staring at my erection in her panties. I tried to move my hands down there to block her view, but it was too late, the giggling now getting out of control.

She grabbed my hands and pulled them away, putting them on my chest and telling me to keep them there. She used some soap from the sink to wet her hands and proceeded to relieve me of my hard-on, catching my sperm in a couple of paper towels. I was so embarrassed, my wife jerking me off in the restroom of the salon. She grabbed some more paper towels and cleaned me up, the soap from another dispenser smelling like perfume leaving my body smelling the same. Then she promptly pulled up my panties after pushing my male bits back between my legs leaving me flat in front like her.

After she had cleaned herself up and checked her makeup I was kissed and hugged, then she made her way back to her stylist, as if nothing unusual had happened. I am sure I detected another giggle or two, since she is obviously enjoying herself over my predicament. I sure hope she doesn’t decide to tell everyone what had just happened. I pulled up my jeans, the material of the jeans sliding effortlessly over the panties.

I stopped and tried to think pure thoughts, as all of the previous feelings assaulted my body again. It was at least five minutes later when I was able to walk out of the restroom. Vanessa was watching as I walked out, her stylist brushing her hair and talking about what Vanessa wanted in a style. I heard the stylist mention washing and conditioning was next, then a cut in the desired style.

I was walking funny, trying to meander in a somewhat normal way, but things down below were not in their usual place, so I had a sway to my walk. I headed to reception, hoping to make my get away quickly and head back home to change. I desperately wanted to get things back to what they were before I entered the salon.

A tall female approached holding out her hand in a greeting. I shook her hand carefully, her hands were so soft and her nails were long, elegant and gorgeous. She held on to my hand not letting me leave, in fact she was pulling me over to their reception area. On the counter was a large gift wrapped box with a huge bow gracing the side of it. As we got closer, I could see the top of the box was open, filled with hundreds of pieces of paper each with some scribbling on it.

She told me to pick one out, a treat for being such a good customer. I backed off, at least, as far as I could since she was still holding on to my one hand tightly. I stammered that I was not a customer, my wife is and I was just dropping her off and had to use the bathroom. All the time pointing to my wife with my free hand.

I thanked her for allowing me to use it, even complimented her on how clean it was. I was expecting to be released, but no way. She still had a firm grip on my one hand, not about to let it go. There was a smirk there, as she was contemplating what to say next.

“Well then we will have to correct that situation, won’t we. Pick a piece of paper and we will perform that service, then since you will then be a customer, you can pick another to be your treat.” I stuttered some, started several sentences but finally gave in, no logical words were coming from my mouth, just gibberish. I reached in with my free hand and picked a piece of paper, then handed it to her.

I have no idea why I handed it to her, maybe because she was still holding onto my one hand. She read it aloud and I groaned, it was a set of false eyelashes, glamour length, both top and bottom eyelashes. To my knowledge Vanessa never had indulged in something like that so I really had no idea what it entailed or would look like.

The lady pulled on me, taking me deeper into the salon, definitely not the direction I wanted to go. I tried to drag my feet, but the lady was larger than me and had no trouble getting me to follow her. I looked over to Vanessa who was getting her hair cut by her stylist, as her eyes were glued to my retreating figure. I did hear her giggle, her apparent enjoyment of the situation now bordering on hysterical laughter.

I never once thought of Vanessa taking advantage of the free service, just went along with the lady. My mind was trying to figure a way out of this, but I was in uncharted territory with no experience, so like a typical husband I did nothing. As we progressed to the back of the salon multiple scenarios appeared in my mind, none of them having much chance of saving me. So I dropped my head in submission, succumbing to my apparent fate.

I was led to a treatment room at the back of the salon, the lady who had shanghaied me still holding on to me. Apparently she had surmised that if she let go I would flee the salon, an accurate assumption I might add.

A couple of minutes later a scantily dressed technician came in with a tray of goodies, helped me to sit in the salon chair and leaned the chair all the way back. I was staring at the ceiling wondering how I could get out of this. The tech who introduced herself as Missy cleaned my eyelids with an astringent of some type, then pulled down her glasses, a magnifying type so she could see my individual eyelashes better.

Meanwhile my captor smiled, then released my belt buckle, sliding my pants down my legs in one smooth motion. I tried to react to save my pants, but the technician was leaning over me getting ready to apply the first lash. My hands just missed the waistband of my pants.

Immediately the intimidating lady placed a cape over my body, as a huge grin was plastered on her face now. I presume she had seen the panties, not something a normal male might wear under his jeans. She leaned closer telling me that my pants would be with my wife for safe keeping, she didn’t want me running off before I got my free treat. She folded up the pants and waltzed out just like nothing had happened.

I groaned again, this just can’t be happening to me today. Missy my technician was giggling too, she told me to just put up with it, Francine always gets her way, but you will live through it just like all the others.

It took Missy over two hours to add each individual lash to my eyelids. As they were added I could now see part of the lash in front of my eye. By the time she was done I was looking through a forest attached to my eyelids. Blinking quite often since the lashes seemed to require it. I hadn’t been able to see my face since I was laid back, but was already dreading my first look at my new enhanced eyes.

Vanessa was already done, had moved to the chair next to me and was watching the proceedings, quite often with a smirk on her face. I did notice that she made no effort to save me or lessen the effect. Then I saw Francine approaching again, with that damn box in her hand. I was tempted to run then remembered I didn’t have any pants on. I glanced over to Vanessa, not seeing my pants by her, I wondered where they had vanished to.

Francine slowly approached, setting the box on my lap as she took in my appearance. A huge grin appeared, she seemed to be quite happy at how I turned out. Then Francine and Vanessa started talking like they had been friends for years, the topic of conversation undoubtedly me since they both were looking at me with obvious smiles etched on their faces.

I could hear some of the words but not enough to understand what they were talking about since they had moved a couple of chairs over for their conversation. I was beginning to smell a rat here, but without pants and with Vanessa’s panties on my body, not sure if I should or could do anything about my predicament. Missy finished the last addition to my lashes as she coated them with a clear liquid, her explanation that it was a sealer keeping them dark and lustrous.

I was informed the lashes are permanent only falling off when the hair they were glued to naturally falls out. The chair was turned around and I got my first look at my new lashes. I looked like a female, the lashes transforming my whole face to that of a gorgeous female.

Wait a minute, I now remember she said permanent. Gawd my job, I won’t be able to show my face anywhere because I now look like a female. We aren’t talking about a male with feminine characteristics, we are talking about a natural female, only missing a pair of breasts and a feminine hairstyle to be viewed as a member of that gender.

My heart rate soared, my breathing suddenly became frantic as some of the possible consequences of this started going through my mind. Another look in the mirror, my face was gorgeous and I didn’t even have any makeup on.

Then Francine picked up one of my hands and placed it in the box that was sitting on my lap. I tried to remove it quickly, not wanting anything more to do with the box and its contents after my recent encounter with it. No chance, my hand was again placed in the box and told to pick one or she would ask my wife to pick three to make up for my reluctance.

Shaking like a leaf on a fall day, I closed my eyes and reached deep down into the box, hoping the farther I dig down the less intrusive the choices would be. I again handed it to Francine, she took it and handed it to my wife.

My wife opened it, read what it said, then a huge smile landed on her face with some giggles erupting from her mouth. I let out a low groan and then promptly fainted. When I came to Vanessa was holding my head against her bosom, a nice warm place that I leaned into even more. My moment of happiness quickly vanished as she repeated the treat I would receive.

“Deluxe hair removal treatment including eyebrows. The cream treatment, including a moisturizer to soothe the skin after the treatment. A permanent treatment making any future hair removal unnecessary.

I was allowed some time with Vanessa privately as both Francine and Missy left to do other things. Vanessa leaned back some making me look at her directly eye to eye. “Francine has been extra nice to you, giving you two very expensive treatments essentially for free. I think the earlier escapade in the bathroom points out your fascination with some of this. For my sake you are going to allow this, embrace it fully and we will see where this all leads.”

The long sexy kiss, that followed, pretty much wiped any words of protest from my mouth, now me as a sexy looking female the only thing remaining, at least, as far as my overworked mind was concerned. Closing my eyes still left the image of my long black lashes, so feminine and sexy, embedded in my brain.

The chair was laid back again, this time two extensions were added down by my feet. I was helped out of my few remaining clothes, the panties especially embarrassing. My feet were placed in the stirrups as my arms were attached to the armrests of the chair. Quickly, before I could figure out an argument to keep this from happening the front of my body was covered in the sweet smelling cream. It was left on for twenty minutes, then wiped off leaving my skin soft and hair free. My face and eyebrows were treated too, the cream left on for longer though.

The disturbing thing was that my male equipment was also treated in the cream, now he had shrunk to a tenth of his usual size, apparently scared to death of what may happen next. Looking down he seemed so pathetic, limp and shriveled to almost minute proportions.

All during this time Vanessa was sitting next to me taking in all of the treatments and giggling like a school girl. I was released, then turned over and my backside handled in the same way. Vanessa went somewhere for a few minutes, a bag in her hand when she returned. Another cream was rubbed all over my body after I was released from the chair. Standing in the middle of the room as my body was coated in the perfumed cream was weird, naked and now hair free, an unusual feeling for a male. It did feel good, even junior seemed to like it as he tried to revive a little.

As soon as Missy left me, since my treatment is now complete I was reaching for some clothes. Vanessa stopped my efforts as she handed me a different pair of panties, then helped me slide them up my legs. Next was a silk camisole, I tried to refuse but as soon as Vanessa rubbed it over my smooth hair free chest I gladly accepted it. It felt so good.

I was looking for my pants, somehow they had still not shown up, but Vanessa did have something else for me to wear. I guess it could be called pants, it did have two legs but the resemblance ended there. The cuffs were extra wide, totally hiding my feet as they laid around my ankles. The top of the pants fit tight, molding to my body, then flaring out to the huge cuffs. I had to take in my breath as she buttoned the back of the pants at the waistband.

Then I was handed a pair of loafers, not very masculine, more delicate looking leaving the majority of the top of my foot exposed. I knew Vanessa had several pair like these, only in more feminine colors. The shoes did compliment my pants, a dark brown in color while the pants were a light tan. The shirt I wore to the salon was slid over my head, and I am apparently finished. I almost raced for the door, the sooner I escape from here the better.

I could still see in my mind the image of my face with the long sexy lashes, the face no longer belonging to that of a male, much less a husband. In my haste to leave the salon I had not really taken a look at my face since the hair removal treatment.

I suddenly remembered the cream being used on my eyebrows. Looking in the mirror as Vanessa was paying for her services I knew things would never return to what they were before I entered the salon. My eyebrows were non-existent, only a few hairs arched high above my eyes remained. That and my long lashes changed my gender, Allan now gone for good, a female image now in its place.

As Vanessa approached me, she handed me a discount card that would entitle me to a thirty percent off discount on my next service. Since my pants had no pockets and my wallet was still missing I handed it back to her to put in her purse. I never did ask about the whereabouts of my keys and wallet, I was only concerned about getting out of the damn salon, as soon as possible

Vanessa drove, with me in the passenger seat. Again no protest from me, the day had been a trying experience for me, the sooner I can think of something else the happier I will be. I did finally figure out we were not heading home after about thirty minutes of driving.

When she pulled in to her BFF’s medical practice I suddenly became tense and nervous. I looked at her. fear etched on my face and my voice quite child-like. “What are we doing here, are you seeing your doctor for some problem?”

“You need to be checked out, my guess is you have a UTI and that can get serious if not handled promptly. Your peeing your shorts suddenly is one of the symptoms. Julie will not kill you and she has made some time for you without the need for any appointment. So you will behave, as she checks you out. We will go in the back door, so the humiliation of you in a gynecology office will be short lived and minimal. Of course, if you insist we can go in the front door and you can tell the receptionist you have an appointment. The decision is yours.

Julie was one of her oldest friends, a quite pleasant lady well thought of and quite personable. They had been friends since their first year in college, quickly resuming the friendship as soon as she finished medical school. Julie had built quite a reputation, both with her patients and the medical profession in the area.

She was not married, but did attend most of the social functions in town. When she was invited to dinner with us, she always spent time with me, making sure I was treated like a good friend and not just a husband of a friend. She knew I liked the theater, getting us tickets every once in a while when a new production came to town.

We did go in through her back door, a much less humiliating way for me to see Julie. I was taken promptly to one of the examination rooms. The nurse left us right away and Vanessa helped me to disrobe. I remembered the panties and camisole and tried to hang on to my outer garments. Vanessa leaned closer telling me she will help me or if I prefer she could let the nurse undress me.

The nurse seeing me this way would be too much for me, the thought alone sending shivers all over my body. I laid my arms by my side and did not fight anymore. Once naked I was helped into one of the gowns with rear air-conditioning already installed, then eased up onto the table behind me. She had me scoot down on the table, putting my feet into the stirrups at the end of the table, my butt now just inches from the end of the table.

I opened my mouth, but was interrupted as Julie came into the room. I got a one handed hug and a compliment on my beautiful eyes. Then she took a urine sample, followed by a blood sample. I thought I would have to pee in a jar for the urine sample but Julie just placed a vial at the tip of my penis and pushed on my front right about where a kidney would be and I filled the vial easily.

I never felt the needle enter my arm as she quickly and effortlessly took a blood sample. Those were handed to her nurse as she started to examine my body. She was very through, palpating my chest, lower stomach and my back. When she got to my back I winced when she touched a spot near my kidneys. Maybe Vanessa was right. My penis did not escape the examination as he was stretched out some as she checked him out. Then my ball sack was checked as well. I was sure I would get erect with her fondling my penis, but luckily junior was scared to death and stayed shriveled.

Julie asked a lot of embarrassing questions about sex, and if I sat to pee. I was even asked if I wiped my butt from front to back or back to front. The questioning ended as the nurse came back in with the results of the urine sample. I had a UTI and apparently a very bad case of it since the bacteria levels are so high. She wrote me several prescriptions that I was to take for the next month to make sure I get it cleared up.

“Since you are wearing panties now, use a pad all the time and change it every four hours, no exception. As soon as my blush died down several shades I asked a stupid question. “With my penis in the way how am I going to be able to wear a pad?” I was hoping for some way to avoid wearing the pad, such a feminine thing for a male to succumb to. I saw her give a quick glance at Vanessa, then she laid me back on the table and told me to lay still. “I will fix you up in no time.”

Vanessa held my hand, standing between Julie and me. I could see some of what she was doing, then when she grabbed my penis and pushed it back between my legs I could certainly feel her touch on it. I felt something cold, then her hand holding it back between my legs for awhile. Her and Vanessa were talking just like nothing was happening, something about a dance later in the month, but with my penis firmly in her hand pressed back between my legs I was unsure of what to say or do.

A while later Julie released my organ but he did not drop down in sight, it felt like he was glued to my groin, which I found out was now true. I turned instant red, trying to ask how I am supposed to have sex, but nothing but gibberish was coming out of my mouth. Julie got called to another patient, Vanessa helped me put on the panties and camisole then left me to put on the other clothes as she went out and paid for the office call.

I was not spared putting a pad in the crotch of the panties, as the nurse entered the room holding a pad in her hands. The nurse after handing it to me stood and watched as I placed it in the panties. Then she reached in grabbing the pad and unfolded the wings and placed the pad as it should be, waiting for me to pull up the panties once again. I was more than embarrassed, at her having to help me, but resigned to my fate now.

The pad felt awkward, a thickness between my legs that was quite noticeable. Maybe not so much to others, but to me it was very obvious and unmistakable as to what it was. I did get dressed but just stood there, not able to process what had just happened. I did walk funny as Vanessa grabbed my hand and soon we were back in the car and headed home. It turned out that Julie’s office filled the prescriptions so Vanessa already had them in her purse.

I was awake I guess, no thoughts were being processed, still thinking about my male organ being glued to my groin and unavailable for use in sex. I guess with a male’s mentality, the obvious fact that I would now have to sit to pee was totally missed by my tiny overworked mind.

As we pulled into our drive, my mind suddenly went into full panic, there in the drive was our parent’s cars. Not just one set of parents but both sets. I was somewhat dressed as a female, long luscious lashes, panties and camisole, female pants, and a totally hairless body. I really tried to faint, or get violently sick, maybe a better way to get through this soon to be catastrophe.

It turns out I was a failure at that too, Vanessa coming around to my side of the car and extracting me as tenderly as possible. She ended up backing into the house, as she held both of my hands in hers leading me to certain disaster, at least that was my opinion on the matter.

Our Dads were watching some sports on TV, but both Moms were headed my way. I tried to break free, the safety of our bedroom suddenly quite appealing. Each Mom found an arm and soon I was seated on the love seat in our living room. Vanessa was seated right next to me while our Moms were in wing chairs directly opposite the love seat. Thank goodness we had moved the TV to the den a couple of months ago. For some reason I didn’t want to face either Dad, especially mine looking so much like a female.

“You look quite lovely with those lashes, it was nice of Francine to treat you to a set, I am so envious of your natural beauty.” That statement was voiced by my mother, gawd can this day get any weirder. Don’t answer that. Wait a minute how does she know Francine, nothing was mentioned about the gal that got me into this mess.

Then my wife had to pull up my pant leg showing off my smooth hair free legs. Vanessa’s mother spouted the next words of wisdom. “What feminine name do you want to be go by? Allan doesn’t sound right any more. I turned even redder, as every drop of blood in my veins rushed to my head, my face must be such a sight now. Both Mothers just smiled, she blushes so easy now, a sign of a caring and thoughtful woman.

I threw my head back against the love seat, hoping it would all end soon, very soon. Vanessa took my hand and explained to our Mothers everything, my mind in shock as my shorts being soaked, my UTI and my hairless body was discussed like it was an everyday occurrence for them.

I was speechless until they started discussing a new name for me. I was not consulted, several names being mentioned until Allie came up in discussion. It had been Vanessa’s idea, and now seemed to have had everybody’s approval except mine. Then to my horror our Dad’s came walking into the room looking directly at me then asked Vanessa to introduce me to him. She turned to me holding my hand tighter, this is my significant other Allie.

Allie this is your Dad Will and my Dad Gus, say hello. Will smiled then made his way over to me, taking my hand from Vanessa and pulling me to my feet. I was pulled forward until my head was lying on his shoulder shaking like a bowl of Jello. He turned my head until I was facing him and gently kissed me on the cheek, putting both of his hands around my body and hugging me tightly to him. I melted in his arms, it felt so nice and I felt so protected in his arms.

I was pushed away, but he was still hanging on to my hand as he turned to Vanessa asking her if she had something a little dressier that I could wear to eat out in. Of course, that was the signal for Vanessa and the mothers to take me upstairs to get dressed, ready to go out. I tried to withdraw, even stomped my foot once we were in our bedroom.

Mom smiled, it didn’t work when you were younger, and it isn’t going to work now. Of course, I suddenly had to pee, so all three witnessed me having to sit and use the toilet as a female. Vanessa handed me a fresh pad to insert in my panties as I finished wiping. It was definitely not a point and aim moment.

I never got my pants back up my legs as they soon drifted to the floor, gathering around my ankles. I was required to step out of them since Vanessa had a dress in her hands meant for me. A few minutes later I was in her dress and heels were being slid onto my feet. A coat of lipstick and I was being pushed out the door and downstairs. With my high ponytail I normally wore there was no Allan left to see. Allie was the only image visible here and now.

Dad even got the car door for Vanessa and I, while her Dad got the door for our Mothers. I ended up sitting between the Mothers, while Vanessa sat in the front between our Dads. I never spoke a word on the drive to a restaurant that we often ate at.

The Maitre D showed us to a table and pulled out my chair for me. I did smooth my skirt as I sat, something I have seen Vanessa do hundreds of times in the past. I am not sure why, nobody told me to do it. When I did perform the action all of the females gave me a huge smile. Maybe it would have been better if I had just plopped my ass down on the chair. Both Moms and Vanessa were giving me knowing looks, having done something a male would never do on his own.

I played with my food, it was delicious, but my appetite had gone south, too much happening today and none of it what I wanted or desired. When the rest were finished we left the restaurant, back in the car and a longer ride back home, at least it felt like it. Both Moms suggested we go shopping for Allie, maybe tomorrow if I was free. Gawd that is all I need now, female clothes to match my female looks.

Suddenly I thought of my job, I doubted my new look would be acceptable at my job, five years of working my way up in the company shot to hell in one disastrous day. As soon as we entered the house I ran to our bedroom, maybe if I pray a lot, a miracle might happen saving me from all of this.

Vanessa did show up later, our parents now gone so she sat down next to me on the bed and grabbed my hands. I was rubbing them against each other, squeezing them hard, I guess in an attempt to make some of this go away. She made me look up at her, squeezing my hands until she had my full attention.

“I told you at the salon we were going to explore this situation, so that is what we are going to do. I have called your work and told them what has happened. Ms. Jennings your boss has no trouble with you showing up more feminine, she just asks that you are presentable at all times, so no bikinis or miniskirts.

Both sets of parents are supportive of your explorations, they love you either way, although both of our moms are going to kid you for a while since you look so feminine right now. I know your Mom is jealous of your eyes, those lashes transforming your whole face to that of the female gender. I am sure when they see the rest of your hair free body, there will be no doubt as to Allie’s arrival on the scene.”

Now lay back and I am going to show you how much I care for Allie, please try to keep your vocalizations reasonable, we do not want to upset the neighbors. That is exactly what she did, for the next four hours no part of my body was missed. The absence of body hair seemed to make the skin more receptive, any touch or kiss sending shivers all through my body.

When she finally quit, I was held tight to her body, I exhaled, my ordeal is finally over I hope. I never did escape her clutches that night, my frantic pleas the next morning to use the bathroom, the only thing allowing me to slide out of her arms. This time I did manage to make it to the bathroom without leaking all over the place. I did stand there in front of the toilet for a moment, till my brain kicked in, then promptly sat down.

When I returned to the bedroom, I was again sucked into her embrace, just standing there in the middle of the floor being hugged and cuddled. A few kisses for my ears and eyes, and instant shivers right after the kiss. I never knew my body could be so attuned to stimulation, if was like a switch was thrown, now even a slight air movement bringing all kinds of feelings to the forefront.

She did save me later, putting off the shopping trip until tomorrow right after work. She rummaged around in her closet, finding me a pair of slacks and a blouse for my day at work. I tried to plead with her, to not send me off to work as a female. I was dragged to a mirror, one look and I knew I would be a female at work today, the image so feminine even without any clothes on. I dressed in her clothes, but no bra. For that I will be eternally grateful. She fixed my longish hair in another ponytail, tying it off with some ribbons then she added lipstick and dragged me to the car.

We were pulling out of the drive before I figured out she was taking me to work, there I would be stuck until she picks me up tonight. I tried to reason with her, her only comment is that if you drive, the police officer might be more than interested in the female without a driver’s license. I shut my mouth, I do wonder if other males have ever had difficulties like this, if so how did they cope. Hopefully much better than I am managing.

Work was okay, my boss moved me to a different department so that my co-workers would not see the new me. For that I was thankful. I did get lots of compliments on my looks, my lashes in particular. The females so in awe on how they looked, instantly desiring a set for themselves. I hope I get some benefit from all the referrals I gave Missy at the salon.

Wait a minute, let me rephrase that. I hope she is happy about the referrals, but I seek nothing in return. The salon has already done more than enough for me, thank you.

I was so concerned about my look at work I didn’t realize the kind of job I was doing for my boss. At quitting time I was summoned to her office, my mind rapidly doing all the scenarios, mainly we no longer need you, since you look prettier than all the other females we just can’t have that. Pick up your belongings and get out.

My factitious fantasy was far from what happened. Ms. Jennings greeted me and showed me to a small sofa in the corner of her room. She asked how the day had gone for me, if I had any troubles or situations that I could not handle. I responded no, everyone was nice, it was just me trying to live with what has happened to me over the weekend.

“Can you do the same thing every day for me, essentially as you did today?”

“I think so the work is easy, and I do enjoy seeing that things are handled quickly and in the proper way.”

“Good, as of tomorrow you are my P.A. full time, salary instead of hourly, with full benefits. Do as you did today and I will be quite happy. Incidentally the job is for Allie, dress as feminine as you want, dresses, heels and stockings would be nice, but I will allow a little time for you to adjust. Of course, makeup and a nice hairstyle would be preferred.

When I attend corporate functions you will be expected to accompany me, taking notes and providing essential information with regards to our part of the company.” I might insert here that Ms. Jennings was a division manager, with over four hundred employees.

“I have contacted H.R. and had them change the mistake they made on you original employment application. You are now a female employee of the corporation, hired a little over five years ago. I have mentioned all of this to Vanessa, she suggested that you get your things gathered up as she is on her way to pick you up. That way there will be time to get you a proper wardrobe for tomorrow. She will pick up something to nibble on as you head home.”

I stood up ready to head to the office door, not understanding much of this, I was expecting to get fired, but I think I was promoted or is that a lateral move. Either way it was totally unexpected especially the part of not getting fired.

I was hugged at the front door of our building by Vanessa, only able to take a few steps before I was assaulted. Dragged to her car, as she opened my door for me. She helped me with my seat belt, then we headed home. I slipped out of my heels trying to reach down to rub my feet, my seat belt preventing that action. It did feel good to have them off though. In the future Vanessa suggested that I leave them on till the end of the day, with the heels off the feet swell some, making them harder to get back on to walk into the house. To go shopping tonight a different pair of heels can be worn, minimizing the problems somewhat.

Oh gawd, I have to go shopping tonight. I looked quickly toward Vanessa to see if she might call off the shopping trip, but that huge smile of hers meant that it would not get canceled. With both Moms it would be worse, I wonder if they will just buy me things or if I have to try them on too. Another pitiful look at Vanessa, the giggling that erupted a sure sign of my compliance to her desires during the shopping excursion.

In a last ditch effort to exert some control of the situation, I told her that I would not go shopping for clothes, I am a male and will not wear any more feminine clothes. In the next block she pulled over to the side of the road, then suggested I look in the vanity mirror on the visor. I pulled the visor down, an image of a female is all that I saw.

“Let’s face it you are every bit a female except for breasts and a vagina, both of which we can handle if you want to try it out. Living as a male with those lashes and hairless body will be ten times worse that living as a female wearing some makeup and female clothes.”

“We are five blocks from the mall, I can drop you off there, and you can go in and buy yourself a plain shirt and a pair of jeans. Change into them and see how well you can survive life as a male. So what do you want to do, the mall to get male clothes or go shopping for female clothes later tonight?”

My head dropped down, I was beat and I knew it. Even dressed in a shirt and jeans I would look feminine, drawing even more attention to me, attention I don’t want anything to do with. I slipped my feet back into the heels, put my visor up and told Vanessa I was ready to head home, get something to eat then go shopping.

What Vanessa said about the heels was true, it was a little difficult to slide my feet back into them after having them off for a while. That was the last time Allan made any attempt to slow down the runaway freight train. Allie was ready to suffer the consequences of her actions, maybe even enjoy a few of them.

The shopping trip was fun, once I relaxed a little. By the fourth store I was finding my own choices and trying them on in the dressing rooms. Loaded with bags we made our way back home, since our Mothers paid for most of my clothes our budget survived intact. Vanessa hinted at some services the salon offered, a good use of the saved money. I kept quiet, but did not poo-poo the idea. I knew breasts for sure were not far down the road for me.

It took us a while to hang all of my new clothes, my older male clothes boxed up to go to charity. I was wanting to hang on to the male image, but I doubted he would survive. Dressing as a female was not that bad, the clothes were sensuous and more comfortable than most of my male things. Softer would be the key word in my description.

Maybe if I had never tried the female clothes I would not have noticed the difference. Now though removing my panties and sliding up a pair of male shorts there was night and day difference in how they felt. So remove the boy shorts, then slip on a pair of panties, pure un-adulterated bliss.

My new job worked out well, a few days into the job I was accompanying her on her meetings, having the information she needed at my disposal. The money was better, I liked the work better and no one made any connection with my former Allan self and the new Allie.

The second week of the job I was wearing some padding in my bra, the difference in how my clothes fit, well worth the effort. A week later I asked Vanessa to make me an appointment to get a set of the salon breasts for myself. I left the lower anatomy cover-up up to her, if she could live with the female genitals I was on board. If she wanted my male bits that is also okay with me.

On Saturday I had an appointment at the salon, Vanessa making sure I took my discount card with me in my purse. I was getting used to carrying one now, a necessity to handle all of my cosmetics and pantie liners. The UTI was getting better, the doctor telling me that after I exhausted my current prescriptions it should be cleared up.

Six hours after I walked into the salon, the last of Allan bit the dust. I now had C cup size breasts and a matching cute slit surrounded with two puffy lips. Vanessa after peeking at the new appliances at the salon, suddenly getting me home became a priority. I never did get dinner that night, not that I can say I missed it.

Lying in bed that night staring at the ceiling I reminisced about Francine and the selections from that damned box. If I had refused to pick one most of this would probably not have happened. Then again her persistence gained her a new customer, my twice weekly scheduled appointments so that I will always look my feminine best. We have become quite good friends, but she will still not tell me if her first offer of services was planned or by accident. She does get a huge smile on her face when the subject is brought up.

Whatever the reason I am indebted to her, a change in my life that I am enjoying quite a bit. Incidentally it is a change that I will live with from now on, Vanessa seconds that thought anytime she is asked. Long luscious lashes were the first step, then breasts and a cute vagina were added. I am sure there will be lots more added, this Gurl needing to embrace her feminine side, long ignored but now indulged in freely.

© 2016 thru 2026 by Turnabout Gurl

Deedra, A Makeup Class For Me

Deedra, A Makeup Class For Me

It seemed like such a simple request. But yet I was wary, very wary of anything my wife asked me to do for her. In the past, I have been coerced, into doing things no normal member of the male gender would participate in.

Countless shopping trips for clothes, even lingerie, were suffered through but not forgotten. I even spent weeks with long elegant nails after being asked to accompany her to her nail salon. The excuse that time was the manicurist needed the practice, the nails were temporary, easily removed at a later date. Yeah, six weeks supposedly necessary before they could be removed.

At least, that was the tale given me when I asked her to take the nails off. So now any request for me to do something for her was approached with extreme caution.

Her request today was to take our daughter to a makeup class, and stay with her till they were done. During the class a parental approval might be necessary for some of the procedures, so the need for me to stay in the class with her if needed. It was the first class in five, the first few classes teaching the basics, then the last two perfecting what they learned.

I quizzed Janet, my wife repeatedly about the class, expecting something that was being withheld so I would do the requested deed. Nothing disturbing was discovered, our daughter Nancy had the completed application forms and the fees for taking the class in her purse. Right there I should have noticed the use of forms and fees in the plural. My wife did assure me that she would take our daughter to the last classes if needed.

On the trip over to the salon where the class was being given Nancy was exuberant, literally bouncing in the front seat. She had been allowed to wear some makeup previously, but was limited to lipstick and some mascara. So to be shown the rest of the cosmetic package and be able to use all of it was exciting for her.

The instructor took the forms from Nancy, gave her a receipt for the fees and then proceeded to hand her two smocks to use during the class. I gave the instructor a puzzled look, but was startled when the instructor asked what name I wanted to use during the class.

My too exuberant daughter blurted out Peaches, a nickname my wife used on occasion when she wanted to embarrass me. I was handed the name badge, and told I could change into the smock in the restroom. No outer clothes could be worn, just underwear and the smock, thus preventing any possible spills on our good clothes.

I started to protest but my ever helpful daughter grabbed a hold of me and soon we were in the ladies restroom changing into the smocks. I dragged my feet but Nancy helped me after she had donned her smock. All the time I was protesting vehemently but my daughter was not listening. That trait she most likely learned from her mother.

Soon I was down to my shorts and my t-shirt. Then in one swift move my t-shirt was pulled over my head. I gladly accepted the smock after that, anything in clothes better than being nearly naked.

Our clothes were put in a locker, and Nancy produced a lock from her purse to make sure they would still be there when the class ended. The key to the lock placed in her bra. Now any means of escape for me is locked away. My clothes, my wallet and my keys now securely locked up.

We adjourned to the classroom, a part of the salon set up for just this type of class. A salon chair in the middle surrounded by ten other salon chairs. Each had their own mirror mounted to the front and side of the chair, that way the student could see what she was doing and also what the instructor was demonstrating. I was seated next to my daughter, at the head of the circle, next to the instructor.

It took me awhile to adjust my posture to avoid my underwear from showing underneath the smock. I eventually ended up with my knees tightly together and my legs crossed at my ankles.

The instructor started off describing facial types, and what an ideal facial type for a female would be. She then went around the circle helping each student decide what their facial type is. Apparently my facial type is an oval, the perfect facial type for a female. My daughters is round, a common facial type for a female.

Then she described what had to be done to convert our facial type into the ideal oval of a perfect female. It started with the eyebrows, a first task to soften the image staring back at them. She helped each student decide what eyebrow shape was perfect for them then showed them how to apply the cream to remove any excess hair there.

I didn’t pay any attention to the instructor, still sulking about being roped into this stupid class. After she had made her rounds, she returned to me asking why I was not participating. I couldn’t think of an answer, so she decided to use me as a model during the class. I was moved to the center chair, the rest of the class circled around me. She would show what was to be done on me, then watch as the class duplicated her efforts.

Since I had not done the eyebrow shaping she applied the cream to my whole eyebrow, fifteen minutes later I had not a single hair left there.

I guess I could have wiped the cream off before it did its work, but I was still upset at all of this, in particular my wife. When I looked in the mirror I was shocked, such a simple thing as removing my eyebrows changing my looks drastically.

She then penciled in the brow that best matched my desired facial type. It was a very thin brow line peeking high above my eye. I just sat there, as she performed the task, not knowing quite what to do or say.

I maybe should have stopped her, but sitting there with all the young females kind of embarrassed me. So I allowed her to do my brows, explaining how to pencil them in and where the highest point of the arch should be. A look in my own mirror to the side of my chair confirmed my now exquisite feminine brows. That one action removing any masculinity I might have possessed. Now a blank canvas for entering into the female gender.

The instructor checked for any beard growth on me, using the cream again to remove what little there was. I hesitated in complaining, a male in a female class on makeup, at a distinct disadvantage on what to say or do when facing a dilemma. A simple stop would have prevented any change but my mind was out to lunch so nothing was voiced.

I finally decided to speak up the instructor was wiping what little beard I had off my face with a towel. The cream had done its job, not a single hair to be found. She informed me that I would not have to shave again, the hair now permanently removed. After the shock of hearing I would not have a beard in the future, some semblance of normality returned to my mind. I never had much of a beard, but the lack of any changed my appearance significantly.

The instructor moved on to foundations, helping the girls to find the correct shade for their complexion. She showed them how to apply the foundation, using my face as a blank canvas. She explained her actions and how the foundation was spread evenly over the face. She did tell me that I would have to do this myself for the last two classes, a requirement of the makeup class. I gave her a funny look, surely this disaster wouldn’t continue on indefinitely.

I intended to discuss this with my wife tonight, in no uncertain terms. Since I had been tricked into this, I was not going to continue in this vain. It sounded good, but in the past I have never confronted my wife successfully, always giving in to any attempt to avoid what she had planned for me.

It was apparent she had planned this well, my involvement and my commitment to experience the class in its entirety. Nancy was not blameless, having the lock in her purse so convenient. I am sure they had talked it over, making plans for me to participate in all of the makeup classes.

The instructor moved on to blush, highlighting my cheeks and blending smoothly with the foundation. I hesitated looking in the mirror, afraid of the image I might be looking at. When I did peek, I quickly closed my eyes, the image so utterly feminine.

As the class time was up, the instructor went around to each girl adding lipstick and mascara so that the look was somewhat complete. That way the parents would be pleased that the girls were learning to do the makeup properly and worth the expense of the class.

The class was dismissed, but before I could get out of the chair the instructor smirked and added some lipstick to my own lips and mascara to my eyes. I hastily made my exit, Nancy had already gathered our things from the locker and headed for the car, We had been told to keep the smocks, wearing them for the next class meeting.

I caught up with my daughter at the car, as she handed me the keys to the car and sat her behind in the passenger seat. I decided to drive home in the smock, better than having to take my clothes back inside and change in the ladies bathroom.

It took me awhile to get situated in the driver’s seat, covering up as much of my body as possible in the process. Still too much skin was showing in my opinion, but I wanted to get home and undo what had been done to me in the makeup class.

When we pulled into the garage my wife came out to appraise how Nancy looked, complimenting her on her beauty. Of course, Nancy ate it up, her smile from ear to ear. Then I was appraised, as she came over and grabbed my face to turn it so she could see all of my new looks. She did notice the smock, wanting to know if I wanted to change into a dress for dinner.

As good as you look I decided to take you out to dinner, maybe clubbing if you want too. No outright laughing but a giggle or two slipped out of her mouth as she uttered those words.

I headed inside and made a beeline for our bathroom. I used a washcloth to remove the makeup, but to my horror very little of it came off. I found her cold cream buried in one of her makeup cases, and tried that, the makeup still pristine and quite noticeable. My wife was standing at the door to the bathroom suggesting that I get used to the look.

Nancy had informed her that the makeup used on me was semi=permanent as befitting the adult that I was. It would last for several days before fading somewhat. By the time of the next makeup class my skin would be ready to do it all again.

I sat down on the toilet lid, moisture leaking from my eyes and a look of total frustration on my face. Janet showed up a few minutes later with a dress in her hands. I was stood up and the smock was slipped over my shoulders, Janet not wanting me to get it dirty so I could use it for the next class. She slipped my arms into the sleeves of the dress and zipped me up. I gave her such a look, but as usual she just ignored me.

I tried to inform her that I was not going back to the class, she could take our daughter to the remaining classes. She calmly replied that I was registered for the class, not her. She would take us to the class though, then come back to pick us up after the class was over.

That way I would not have to drive, since my I.D. was male and I would be in a smock with makeup on my face. I might have trouble explaining to the policeman why I was dressed as a female. I hadn’t thought of that, one more thing to concern myself with.

I was scared to death as I was led from the house to our car. She did use the tube of lipstick given me in the class to touch up my lips before being dragged to the car. I protested all the way, but she was not listening. When we pulled up to a quaint restaurant in a trendier part of town she pulled up to the door, the doorman helping us out of the car. She took my arm and led me inside. We were seated in a quieter part of the restaurant, as a waitress came to take our orders.

As I looked around the restaurant I saw nothing but young females, not a member of the male sex anywhere. It dawned on me that she had taken us to a restaurant catering to lesbians. I looked around the surrounding tables, most of the couples engaged in kissing and fondling. Sure enough Janet had moved closer, taking my face in her hands and delivering one passionate kiss, with a few gropes thrown in for good measure.

I tried to broach the subject of her taking our daughter to the makeup class several times that evening, but she kept saying it was not practical to make a change now. The kiss had so distracted me that I did not continue the conversation, forgetting what I was trying to say to her.

My makeup did fade away before the next scheduled class so that was one thing less to worry about. On the day of the class Janet had pressed my smock wanting me to look my best. I was given a pair of panties to wear, all of my shorts now missing from my dresser drawer. The pantie was a light shade of pink, covered in lace with a thong back. Once on, I complained vehemently, but she replied she didn’t have any other pair that was clean.

So dressed in my panties and the smock Janet gathered us up and drove us to the class. We were dropped off outside the salon, my daughter grabbing my hand and leading me into the salon. We found our seats and put on our name badges. The instructor smiled at my appearance, anxious to get started. I avoided her staring at me, fearful that if I acknowledged her I would get more of the attention that I received last time. Attention that I did not want to suffer through again.

Her first topic tonight was lip plumping, a way to enhance your lips making them more seductive and attractive. Of course, before I knew it she was applying the cream plumper to my lips. Like a dummy I let her do it. The cream doing its job quite quickly, I could almost feel them swell up. One look in the mirror and I let out a big sigh, my whole mouth now quite feminine, only lacking a little more lipstick color to complete the sexy kissable lips.

She moved on to eye makeup, what to use and how to apply it to my eyes. Eye liner, eye shadow, and mascara were covered, my eyes now looking quite female. Once again I was used as the model, the instructor just holding my face in her one hand as she applied the eye makeup to my eye.

As far as she was concerned I was the makeup model, by the time she was finished my eyes were so pretty and so seductive. I did get the eye makeup taken off for a short time, then had to apply it myself. When I hesitated she gave me such a look, then picked up the eye makeup and leaned over next to me. I got the hint, if I didn’t apply it myself she would do it for me.

Another class over with, as we made our way out of the salon. Janet was waiting for us near the entrance. I sat in the back seat not wanting to be near Janet, so she could examine my looks. I did get observed through her rear view mirror though, a smirk coming to her face.

Once back home I hurried to our bedroom, wanting to get out of the smock and pantie. I removed them then looked in our closet. Not a stitch of male clothing remained, all of my male clothes gone. I checked my dresser drawer for some type of shorts or briefs, finding nothing but a multitude of panties, all of them thongs.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, shaking my head and trying to figure out what to do. Janet showed up, picked out a pair of panties then a dress and helped me put them on. I was gathered tightly in a hug, and held for quite some time. A few kisses and she dragged me to the kitchen for some nourishment. Our daughter was there already snacking on some chips, giving me a huge smile as I was led into the kitchen.

I didn’t try to remove the makeup tonight, figuring that I would have to wait until it faded away over the next few days. The plump lips though were hard to ignore, my mouth felt so different. Janet was watching me as I tried to run my tongue over the swollen lips.

She decided to intervene, walking up to me and holding my face in her hands as she kissed me. It was not a simple kiss, her tongue was involved as she pressed her lips tightly to mine. The kiss did feel different with the plump lips, more sensuous and appealing. As Janet broke off the kiss she applied another coat of lipstick to my now plump lips. guaranteeing more days in the makeup.

The makeup did fade some during the next week, but was till quite noticeable when it was the time for the next class. Dressed in our smocks we were dropped off at the salon and entered the classroom. I set a chair or two further away from the instructor, hoping to avoid being used as the model again. I did succeed, but realized I would now have to participate in the class and apply my own makeup during the class.

The class seemed to last forever, but the image in the mirror in front of me looked quite feminine. I somehow had applied the makeup properly, converting my male face into a very pretty female face. The instructor complimented me, proud that I had learned something from the class.

Janet waiting for us as we left the salon, complimenting Nancy on her looks, then pushing me up against the car and kissing me passionately. We did make it home, but I was taken to our bedroom and dressed appropriately in lingerie and a dress for another excursion out on the town. As she was zipping up my dress she whispered that after the next class I would spend another hour or two at the salon as they corrected my lack of a female figure.

I started to complain immediately, but she told me with the new restrictions on proper I.D. my drivers license would have to be updated and a picture taken reflecting my female image. On the way to pick us up she encountered two I.D. checks manned by the highway patrol. Mouth open once again but she shushed me, telling me not to worry she would see to the needed changes for me.

Nancy and I were delivered to the next to last class, but Janet had to attend to my I.D. changes, so headed off to accomplish that. I did do my own makeup during the class, the class today on evening makeup. The image at the end of the class in my mirror was utterly gorgeous, I had no idea I could look so feminine and pretty. I missed what the instructor was saying at the end of the class, Nancy filling me in as we left the classroom.

Since all of the students had done so well, she had organized a fashion show for the parents and interested parties at the next class. A local boutique furnishing the fashions and the salon supplying the needed area to hold the fashion show.

Before I got very far one of the techs from the salon caught me, telling me I had an appointment now. She led me off as Nancy giggled but continued to Janet’s waiting car. In the main salon I was taken to a room near the back of the salon and my smock was removed, panties too as I was helped up on a table.

More cream for my body, my body hair its target. Once the removal was accomplished breast forms were glued to my chest in the appropriate places, then junior was tucked away and glued into his new home, a silicone appliance was glued over the area, providing cover for him and giving me the necessary female looks in that area.

I was in a daze, watching what was happening but not able to respond to the actions, my voice faint and stuttering. I was informed that the appliances were good for six months, the glue one of their best adhesives. I would have feeling in the applied appliances after a day or two, the silicone bonding with my own skin.

My hair was washed and conditioned, then set in curlers. A liberal spray of setting lotion was applied, then she used a hand held hair dryer to dry my locks. A little while later she removed the curlers, and brushed out the style she had picked on for me. That quickie hairstyle finished off my feminine image, now there is no doubt about my gender.

Janet had to come into the salon to get me, I was just sitting there lost in my thoughts. She led me out of the salon after she got me back into my clothes, and took me home. Into the house then back to our bedroom. Out of the smock and pantie, then dressed in some sexy lingerie, namely a bra, a garter belt and a scandalous pair of panties that oozed sex. A sheer pair of stockings, then a towering pair of heels.

The dress was next, a strapless LBD that conformed to my body like a second skin. I had to inhale several times before she got the zipper up my back and secured. I was appraised by her, the lust in her eyes quite obvious. She took several pictures, sending them to her computer.

Again led out of the house, her wanting to show me off to the world. It was the fanciest restaurant in town she pulled up to, the valet getting our doors for us. I did sit there motionless until the valet reached in to take my hand and help me out of the car. No thoughts possible all of this over whelming me, my mind fried to a crisp.

It was a surreal experience, with me not really coherent during most of the time at the restaurant. I remember a few things while there, the food was great, but my stomach did not allow much to be consumed. Several of Janet’s friends came to the table and I was introduced to them, but I couldn’t remember their names or what they did in life. I do remember focusing on my breasts at one time during the evening watching them rise and fall as I breathed.

I did learn that I was now to be called Deedra, a more appropriate name for such a pretty female. I was able to persuade her not to take me dancing, just content to be taken home. I debated trying to get Janet to reverse all that had been done to me, but feared she would never agree to that possibility.

I eventually settled into my new persona, even finding employment at a local cosmetic boutique doing makeup for prospective customers. I do get taken out quite often, at least three times a week. Of course, a weekly salon appointment to keep my female looks adequate for my wife.

I often think back to my time at the makeup class, a skill I learned and a life changing trip into the female gender. A delightful trip for sure, one that I am most pleased about.

© 2016 thru 2026 by Turnabout Gurl