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Gail & Trace were both in clothing sales, he in sports, she in lingerie.
Helping her with inventory awakened in him a desire, one he didn't even
know he had. Gail knew the signs and was very helpful. Aunt Jan's visit
just added more fuel to the fire along with some interesting history. Will
Trace be able to resist all the inducements? Would YOU??
La Boutique
by Rachel Ann Cooper
"Trace, I was wondering, if you're not playing golf this weekend, could you
help me with the inventory at the store?" Gail's voice was just dripping with
honey. And when she came up behind me and started in with her roaming
hands, she knew she had me. "I suppose I could pass up one hot, sweaty
Saturday for you honey. Otherwise you'll have to pay Greta to come in,
right?" "Exactly. I know she'd do it and she's really a dear but this is my
slow season and if you really wouldn't mind..." "Say no more my queen.
Your wish is my command. I live only to please you." "What a line of sop
THAT is Tracey but thanks. We can leave right after breakfast if it's OK and
should be done by 3 or so, OK?" "OK."
I woke up first and being the kind, considerate person I am (tongue in cheek)
I dressed hastily in something I didn't mind destroying and went down and
started breakfast with some crisp bacon and started the coffee. I knew from
experience that the smell alone would bring Gail bolt upright with her taste
buds wailing 'feed me' and wasn't disappointed as she came into the kitchen
in nothing but her teddy and mules. "I hope that's not your work uniform.
If it is, we won't get much work done" I said laughing. "No, darn it. If I
were just two inches taller like you, maybe I would have had a shot at
modeling instead of selling but they weren't selling Human Growth Hormone
back then (giggle). No, I'll slip into some jeans after you finish cooking my
breakfast. You ARE cooking my breakfast, aren't you darling?" "Uh, yeah I
guess so, since you put it that way. What was that phrase Roseanne coined,
'domestic goddess?' If I'm not careful, you'll have me trained and make one
out of ME (giggle)" "Well sweetie, there are worse things than being a
goddess I suppose, don't you think, and you certainly have been improving
on the domestic part lately. I'm impressed." "Yeah, I guess...maybe, but
don't let me see you with a magic wand! I'm not ready to become a 'goddess'
just yet (laugh)"
The problem was that since the business had taken off during the peak season
this year, some days Gail made more than I did in a week and when the shop
was open late, I did get into the cooking and cleaning thing. Somehow that
just didn't seem fair but then it all went into the same bank account and it was
getting so that I really was taking a bit of pride in it. "Maybe I should have
gotten into ladies wear too instead of sporting goods Gail. There's got to be
more ladies than sports, right?" "Definitely more ladies Tann. If the store
keeps growing, maybe you should. Who knows?" With that simple phrase I
saw...I don't know.. a possibility and .a flash of SOMEthing run across
Gail's face. I couldn't put a label on it, a gleam in her eye, call it what you
will. Didn't make any sense to me though and I dismissed it. Maybe it was
the comment about getting into ladies wear.
So after stuffing her face and then stuffing herself into her shrunken size 10
Calvin's, we went down to the store and began our labors. At this point I
was frankly grateful the business wasn't doing any better and it was doing
well enough, because it looked like a mountain of merchandise. I hadn't
been in the store for a while and although Gail had told me she was
expanding the lines from mostly lingerie into dresses, shoes and leather
goods too, I had no idea. It was turning into a mini department store. And
she said we'd be done by 3? Somehow I doubted that. "What do you say we
start at the back with the shoes and bags and work our way up to the lighter
stuff?" "Boy, when you say lighter, you aren't kidding. Some of these
purse boxes...whew, give me a hand will you? How do you and Greta DO
this?" "Well, that's exactly the point, WE have to do it together. Neither one
is strong enough alone." "Well, guess what? Neither of US is either." "Oh,
you little wuss, you lift like a girl too. Here, I'll help you." "Hey, I'm not
the one who picked the little guy to marry. Don't blame me" I said
laughing." "Now you know I'm just pulling your chain. I didn't know you
were sensitive about your size." "Well, I'm not, usually, but being in this
unmanly atmosphere doesn't help much.(grin) and I'm sure I don't outweigh
you by more than 10 or 15 pounds."
Because we had, rather make that I had, to check each item against the box it
came in for model number, I'm afraid I became rather intimately acquainted
with Gail's new line of leather goods.
Some very sexy, pretty shoes, I must admit. Made me curious though as to
how a woman could be at all comfortable in a shoe like those, especially
those ankle strap spikes but...not my problem.
Eight hundred and seventy seven items later, we had finally reached the
hanging display items, a daunting array by themselves even though the
display area was only 1200 square feet. Now, of course Gail wore a lot of
the stuff from the store, not only because she liked sexy lingerie but because
she had to put her personal stamp of approval on all of it which now ran to
just about everything she wore from inside to outerwear. And, likewise, I
had handled all of what she wore when she was IN it but this was the first
time I had handled any of it on the rack. The way she had it displayed made
it hard to count too because she had a lot of it in sets of matching panties,
bras, chemise or teddy and slip and nightgowns along with peignoir sets.
"Trace, what are you doing? Your eyes just glazed over." "Huh? What?"
"You heard me. Your eyes glazed over. Where were you just now? You did
it with that pair of ankle strap sandals awhile ago and now again. What
gives?" "I don't know what you're talking about Gail." "I'm talking about
the way you're fondling that peignoir set darling even now while I'm talking.
Your hand is still moving. Like it?" "Oh, uh, yes. I do. It's very...slinky
isn't it?" "Of course sweetie. Ladies LOVE slinky. Surely you knew that."
"Of course I knew it. I just never handled so much of it before and didn't
realize why they liked it. I guess now I do. It's very sensual. I think I'm in
sensory overload." "Well , hold on to that thought dear. You can fondle
some on me when we get home. We're almost finished."
It was five o'clock before we got out of the store but it was all done. "Oh,
wait a minute honey, I've just had an idea. I want to get a few things off the
sale racks" said Gail and she took a few minutes and threw a few things into
a shopping bag. As a reward for my gallant service, I took us out to dinner,
such as it was considering the way we were dressed. We got home and just
plopped down in front of the tube and vegged out. The aforementioned
fondling did not occur to either of us as we were too tired. Ordinarily, Gail
would have been open Saturday but it was her slow season and didn't cost
her much to do inventory with slave labor. Sunday arrived with both of us
showing some signs of wear and got up late. Gail had decided when she first
opened that she wasn't going to be a slave to the business however and so
was closed on Mondays, leaving us a slightly abnormal 5 day week. Being
assistant manager at the sporting goods store, I had finally managed to
arrange a similar schedule so we could spend our off time together.
We spent what for us was a fairly normal Sunday sleeping late, a leisurely
breakfast, a walk in the park and a matinee at the local theater. When we got
home, Gail went to the bedroom and changed into something much more
comfortable and eye catching before dinner, something worth fondling. She
had redone her makeup, put on some of my favorite perfume and I felt a
seduction coming on. Not that I minded. Gail could be...how shall I put
it...very seductive and persuasive. I succumbed easily to her charms as she
slid onto my lap for a little dance, nearly crushing my slight 138 pound
frame. At 5'8", nobody was going to mistake me for someone named
"Bruno the Bear" and she weighed about 125 herself. She was clothed in a
lilac set of high rise panties and matching peignoir set and matching mules
with sheer lilac colored satiny thigh high hose, all very, very slinky. My
hands displayed a sensory memory of the previous day as they roamed over
her familiar curves encased in that lovely, satiny fabric. It was like a narcotic
and I'm afraid I went blank again. I felt her pause in her kissing and my eyes
opened but I didn't see her right away, all the while my hands never ceasing
their relentless explorations. Her legs felt wonderful to the point that I was
afraid of snagging her hose OR of stopping my explorations.
"Trace, you're doing it again." "I'm what?" "Doing it again darling. Do you
like this set I'm wearing and the new line of thigh highs?" "Yes, I do, very
much. You look and feel very...desirable, just wonderful darling." "Yes,
your lap HAS gotten a little lumpy (giggle). Come on lover. I want to try
something." Gail got up and led me into our bedroom where she told me,
"OK toots, strip. I want you." "Am I going to argue?" So I stripped down
to my briefs. "No dear. ALL of it." Gone were the briefs in an instant.
"Now lover, lets see if you'll do something for me." "You know I will.
Anything!" "Oh, goody. Then here." "What's this?" "Just what it looks
like. A set that matches mine exactly, silly, except for the color. I want to
see if you like being on the inside as much as you do the outside." "You
want me to actually wear this...all of it?" "Yes, do you think you can handle
it?" "I think handling it is how I got into this fix, isn't it?(giggle)"
"Seems like it. Besides, it's just a harmless little bedroom game, right?"
"I'll look silly." "Maybe, although I doubt it, but I want to feel YOU up for a
change, OK? You're hair's not real short. I think you'll look kinda cute."
"Oh, all right but will this stuff fit?" "Your a medium. Trust me. It will all
fit." Well, what more could I say? It did seem harmless enough and I WAS
a bit fascinated by the idea even if I didn't want to admit it. I'd never worn
anything feminine in my life on purpose and this was very erotic to the point
that after donning the panties, it took me several minutes to calm down
enough to trap 'junior' between my legs while he calmed down some. Then
she showed me how to put on that silky hose and even over my slightly hairy
legs, oh, what a trip! I had no IDEA how neat this stuff felt. I guess no man
does. Well, some of them do of course but I never thought of myself as
being one of them until now and we weren't done yet. I found myself getting
pretty turned on by it all. Maybe I was one of them after all!
Gail then slipped the gown over my head and it sent shivers throughout my
whole body. "Wow Gail." "Yes, wow! You look really cute in that honey.
How does it feel?" "Do I have to answer?" "Yes." "It feels wonderful Gail.
I can't describe it." "Well sweety, I have a whole store full you know?" "Is
this going where I think it might? We're not setting a trend here, are we?"
"Only if you want and when you want darling. I think it's quite harmless but
delightfully fun, don't you? And to think, it never even occurred to me until
you went blank at the store. This could be a lot of fun for both of us." "Take
me, I'm yours." And darned if she didn't.
There I was encased in silk, satin and nylon, thrilling to her touch and loving
it. Oh boy!.
Now, I've played with all of her through this slinky lingerie but the shoe, so
to speak, on the other foot was a bit too much for me and I really couldn't
contain myself. I'm afraid I made a mess of those lovely panties but after I
cleaned up, Gail had another pair for me to replace them, which I put on with
little hesitation, now easily smoothing myself out and giving them a nicer
line. This pair was tighter and stretchy. I stood in front of the full length
mirror assessing the situation and my gaze fell on the empty bustling and the
almost invisible tiny bump down below. "Don't worry about that honey"
said Gail. Just enjoy the sensations. Judging by the smile on your face, that
isn't going to be a problem, is it?" "If this is what you'd like to spice up the
bedroom , I suppose I can get used to it", I lied. The lie was the implication
that I was just doing it for Gail. I must admit I really liked being on the
inside of slinky lingerie, even the hose. It was very arousing and sensually
satisfying. I was now tuned in to why a lingerie shop makes money. I had
just gotten a little taste of what it's like to be a girl in the bedroom in more
ways than one. So, for about the next month, I wore nighties to bed and slept
in panties, soft, sensual satin panties. It did seem to spark our romance once
I regained a bit of control. The night clothes up to this time remained in the
bedroom but I was becoming very comfortable so dressed.
I really didn't do or say much about the situation except that I must say that I
did get used to wearing feminine night clothes. Then one night I went to get
into my nightie and noticed a pair of ladies slippers under my side of the bed
along with a robe. They were mid heeled mules like Gail's with maybe a 2"
rise, as they say in the shoe business, which actually looks like a 3" heel.
Well, what the heck. I slipped them on and they were a perfect fit but then, I
should have expected that in anything Gail chose for me. I was glad Gail
wasn't there to see me take my first few faltering steps. I was surprised that
they were comfortable and that I didn't break my neck but it didn't take too
long to master them. A backless shoe wasn't a new concept for me. I had
some sandals that just had a toe grip and a strap across the vamp. I did find
the easiest way to cope with them however, was to add a little sway to my
hips like she did. It wasn't like I wanted to act feminine but the slippers ruled
out walking like a guy pretty much, especially in the spirit of how I was
dressed. Clomping was not an option. I put on the peignoir robe and
walked into the living room for the first time, hitting the hardwood floor and
hearing that tapping sound coming from my feet for the first time also. Now
THAT was definitely feminine and did help me get into the spirit.
"How sweet you look honey. Like the slippers? Fit OK?" "Yes, thank you
but what gave you the idea I might like a pair?" "Well, I really didn't know,
but you seem quite comfortable in your gowns now and you've got four of
them and you chose the last one yourself. I thought you might enjoy feeling,
I don't know, a little more...sexy for me and I remembered how you handled
those ankle straps back at the store. You liked them." "Well, they certainly
are sexy but they don't look like much with these plain old toenails, do they?"
"Would you like to try a little color hon? Nobody will see it. Come, sit here
and let me give you a nice pedicure to go with your pretty slippers." "OK. I
guess it will be alright." "Oh, it will be fun. You have skinny little girl feet
anyway. We'll just pretty them up some."
It didn't seem like much at the time. A little filing, a little undercoat, a little
pink polish and a top coat. After it all dried..."there, what do you think now?
Better?" "Define better. This is a little scary. It doesn't just wash off!" "Oh
pooh! You know what I mean. You know, you have pretty feet for a man
and nice slender ankles too. I think you should keep the color. It does look
sexy on you in those mules." "OK Gail but it's going to cut my time pool
side" I said laughing. "You want to look sexy for me don't you Trace?" "If
that's what lights your fire baby." "I do believe it does sweets. Here, let me
do your hands too." "No color, OK?" "No color, just a little filing and
maybe some strengthener." "I ...OK." When she was done, I had to admit
my hands and feet looked a lot better and thanked her. Alright, they looked a
little feminine too.
It was a small thing, a seemingly insignificant thing at the time. I'd seen lots
of guys get their nails done at the salon. No big deal. I usually got a hair cut
once a month but when I mentioned it this time, Gail asked that I just get my
split ends trimmed. Well, what he heck. It was down to my collar and over
my ears already and all a trim would do would mean I'd be carrying a little
fuller head of hair. It wasn't like I was working on a ponytail or anything so
I did as she asked. Alecia did a nice job as usual but she washed my hair in
something new that left my hair fluffier I think.
The status stayed quo for another couple weeks when I came home and
found some new additions to my shoe rack. They were several pairs of sexy
flats and I got the idea that Gail wanted me to take our little game out of the
bedroom and get comfortable around the house in some girl things. By this
time, I was becoming eager to see what new sensations would arouse me.
Slipping into a pair of orchid flats that matched my orchid gown, I sauntered
into the living room. Gail noticed them at once, or should I say heard them?
"What do you think Trace?" "They're sexier than I expected, very feminine.
They make my feet look smaller too. They feel nice. I guess I could go
anywhere in these." "Yes, but not with that gown on dear. That would
never do (giggle). You'd at least need some slacks and a blouse and a little
makeup." The allusion to my putting on clothes for the street with makeup
did not escape me. I just let it pass.
I got into the habit of putting on my hose and flats even if I didn't wear my
gown right when I got home. They looked a little dumb with men's slacks
though so I'd change into blue jeans and then they'd look kind of...sexy. I
really did enjoy the way they made my feet look and the feel of them was a
constant reminder of my feminine undergarments too. It wasn't long until
there were some silky blouses hanging in my closet. I couldn't resist. I'm
sorry. I just couldn't. It didn't dawn on me that I was getting more used to
dressing like a girl. I just did it because I enjoyed the look and feel. I liked
having pretty feet and Gail seemed to be enjoying the game, especially the
lingerie game.
We were enjoying a new level of intimacy too and I was getting used to
something foreign becoming familiar, and then a couple things happened.
First, Gail suggested that I wear a little pale luminescent lipstick around the
house as long as I was wearing women's clothing anyway. By this time it
WAS ALL women's clothing from the skin out, jeans, blouses, everything.
"Oh, Gail. Really? I'm afraid of how you'll see me, like some kind of
effeminate wimp or something." "Honey, that's silly. You've been looking
very comfortable lately and better in your clothes and you'll love the taste and
how it makes your lips feel. Won't you try it?" "OK. Why not. It's only
lipstick and it does wash off, right?" "Of course honey." So, I got a quick
lesson in lipstick 101. She was right. I liked it. Deeper I sank into the pit. I
looked in the mirror and had a real crisis about who I was. I was half cute
and liking it.
Secondly, Gail brought me home some really sexy strippy sandals to wear
with my peignoir outfits but this time they were about 3 or 3 1/2" heels,
VERY sexy and super swishy feminine. I only took a women's size eight
shoe and these had slender heels and ankle straps like the ones at the store.
Why I didn't protest this little escalation in my feminine playthings, I didn't
know, but all I did was put them on, stand up and tried my hand at walking
in real heels. In my present frame of mind, this was just a little 'more' of a
good thing and nothing to worry about. I was becoming more fond of my
feminine things all the time anyway. These were street shoes though but I
would never think of going out of the house in anything so sexy and
feminine. I had to do some serious practicing to get my gait right in them and
had to add even more sway to my hips but my ankles were getting stronger
thanks to the time in the slippers so, at this point, it was not a major
adjustment. I tried them with my jeans. Wow. Now, that was really sexy.
Cheap, but sexy!
"Oh Tracey, those look darling on you, don't you think?" "They ARE
pretty, aren't they? Gee Gail, don't you think I'm starting to swish a bit, like
ALL the time? I LOVE the heels though!" "Well, you ARE getting a nice
wiggle going honey. But then, you're dressed for it. Nice tush. I like it."
"These sandals really make me feel awfully feminine Gail, but then again,
I'm not so sure it's just the heels. Can you really deal with a guy who
LIKES to wear lingerie, girl clothes and high heels because I think it might
be hard to give them up now. I never thought I'd want to wear sexy high
heels and be feminine but it really is fun. They make me feel really sexy and
desirable. No wonder you like them so much. It's such a divine feeling!
Just listen to me. I'm talking like I'm dressed! I think you've created a
Jekyll and Hyde toots. I've turned into a fembot without the super strength."
"Do you really like wearing all your girlish things sweetie?" "Gail I...I
don't understand myself lately but darn it, yes I do and it's very sexy and it
makes me feel sexy too. I'm afraid I really enjoy it enormously, even these
high heels. They're not as bad as I thought they'd be and they are SO sexy
and your taste is exquisite. Oh, my, just listen to me! I'm becoming so
feminine! I've never felt this way before. It's really fun and, I don't know,
relaxing somehow. I put on my feminine things and the day's tension just
melts away. Yes, I enjoy it as long as it doesn't upset you. Did you have any
idea how addicting this might be for me when you brought this stuff home?"
"No, not really. Not then anyway but not to worry. It was just a shot in the
dark, but then I know how dressing sexy makes me feel and with that whole
store full of lovely things it seemed a shame not to let you have some fun
since you seemed to have a feel for the fabrics. Are you OK with it?" "I
don't know. I guess it depends on how addictive it really gets to be honey.
Right now I'm feeling terribly vulnerable and feminine for some reason and I
don't understand why my gowns are getting a little tight in the hips either.
And that's not all. Look how my nipples are standing up and my chest seems
to be heavier. They're so sensitive and poking against my blouse. What's
with that I wonder? I think I'm getting FAT!"
"I've noticed that too sweetie. They look real cute all perky like that and all
the more to nibble on" she said smiling. "Nothing to worry about honey I'm
sure. I don't think you'll outgrow any of your pretties." "Gee, I hope not. I
don't want to be a cow (giggle)". "Oh, don't worry about that honey. I
won't let you get that voluptuous but you ARE getting more shapely and
more fun to nibble on and caress. I think a medium is just right for your
height and weight and after all, lingerie is made to house pretty curves, isn't
it?." "Yes, but look. Since when am I supposed to be curvy? I'm even
getting a little tummy like you and it just makes my waist look even smaller
than 28 inches and my body look even more female." "Oh, it's a cute little
tummy Tracey darling. Don't worry about it. It just makes you look
more...authentic. I mean, if you're going to wear pretty clothing, you want
to look authentic, don't you?" It was a rhetorical question. She didn't expect
or get an answer. In fact, when I got home the next day, there was a
message from her on the answering machine telling me I had an appointment
at the electrologist's office the next evening. A two hour session no less. I
made a note of the name and looked her up in the phone book. She was only
a couple miles away in a shopping center. I didn't even fight it. Just go with
the flow I thought. And so Tanner's beard was scheduled for the trash bin.
Who needs a beard anyway? Certainly not someone who was beginning to
look like me.
I suppose I was a little naive. I didn't read anything special into that
statement either but then over the next six or eight weeks, I continued to fill
out and I do mean FILL. Oh, it wasn't anything I couldn't hide at work with
increasing difficulty...yet, but my gowns were beginning to look much better
on me lately as we continued to enjoy this newly found hobby. They were
beginning to stretch a little in the hips. As I feared, it was definitely
cumulative and addicting. I was definitely taking on some truly feminine
contours in both mind and body. At some point I unconsciously decided I
really didn't like my guy clothes anymore and I felt quite at home in my pretty
things and had totally mastered my high heels and loved them. I confess I
had flashes of myself in a dress I'd taken a fancy to from the store. Oh, my!
I was having trouble thinking like a guy now.
I finally had to make another concession at work and began wearing
women's man tailored slacks because they fit so much better as fat deposits
continued to accumulate on my hips, butt and chest while the rest of me
continued to turn mushy. I was really grateful slacks were available in some
harder men's fabrics except now my skin had taken on a sensitivity that
encouraged me to begin wearing my hose and teddy to work. The feel of
those slacks sliding over my hose was really great and sensuous and the
hose kept the slacks from irritating my skin. Unfortunately, this kept me
pretty much turned on the whole time I was at work. When I was seated, I'd
rub my leg just for the silky sensations.
Gail continued to take care of my hands and feet as my nails were allowed to
grow out a bit and took on a more rounded appearance like a girl's, beyond
my finger tips, and that strengthener? I was now wearing three coats and it
was very shiny. I was acquiring pretty hands as well as feet and frankly
didn't care. She had me automatically pushing back my cuticles several times
a week with an orange stick. The once virtually empty cups of my gowns
now had some really soft, bouncy flesh in them topped with large, brown
nipples and aureole which Gail was having a ball with until finally one night
she said, "Honey, I think it's time we got you into a nice push up bra. What
do you think?"
"Oh Gail. I was right. I AM growing a pretty pair of real breasts aren't I?
They must be at least a full A cup by now. Men's' chests just never look
this...inviting. It must be this thing I have for these clothes overpowering
my body. And look, my thighs are filling in too. They're rubbing together
when I walk, especially in my heels. Oh, gawd, I'm turning into such a little
swish! I can't wear a sexy bra to work. Ken and Jeanette are already
looking at me funny and I swear that brute Grant is beginning to ogle me.
The other day he said, "Tracey, you're finally putting on a little weight and I
must say it looks very good on you." "Oh, the heck with Ken ,Grant and
Jeanette," she said. Besides I'm not talking about wearing a push up to work.
At this point, that would be silly darling. Take yourself a sports bra off the
shelf and hold them in at work and wear your nude teddy or chemise over it
to hide it. Then you'll have all your pretties on underneath, panties, bra,
teddy or chemise and hose. You can just be a sexy dish for me at home,
alright and you can enjoy your pretties at work."
"Are you sure Gail? I just know I'm beginning to really act like a girl too. I
can FEEL it and I just can't turn off the wiggle or the feminine hand gestures
any more. And just LISTEN to me. I sound more like your friend Kay than
she does. I swear I'm acting more and more like you girls every day and
that doesn't exactly go with selling stuff to he-men all day and you don't
want me to get my hair cut either. It's getting awfully...long and fluffy!"
"Well, don't beat yourself up over it dear. Don't you like the way I look and
act? If it comes right down to it, you can come to work at the store and
nobody will say a thing no matter how you're dressed. In fact, I'd like to
bring you some things home tomorrow and we'll see how you enjoy them,
alright? I think you should start enjoying wearing pretty lingerie all the time
and I think if you're going to enjoy your femininity much, you really need
to get rid of that body fuzz of yours and try some really pretty clothes. Will
you do that for me? Actually, your hose will feel much nicer. And while
we're at it, I'd like to see if we can whittle that waist of yours a little with a
cincher or maybe a bustier. It'll give you a cuter figure in your gowns. What
do you say we try for 24 inches?"
"And the next thing I know, I'll be wearing makeup and rollers in my hair
and some of those sexy dangles along with a sizzling scoop neck dress,
won't I?" "Well, we should at least give that a try sweets, don't you think?
You've come this far. Seems a shame to back off just when you're getting
the hang of it." "I don't see me having a choice any more Gail. Well, of
course I have a choice but...Geeze! I've got real breasts growing and junior
isn't what he used to be either and the way things are going, they're going to
get bigger and smaller, respectively, and I really adore the clothing, hose and
shoes. Is it really just my mind taking over my body?" "I don't think so
Trace. Probably a chemical imbalance but your mind might be helping and I
confess it does seem to be changing. There is such a thing as mind over
matter, you know?. Aside from the scary side of it, I'm betting you're really
enjoying what's happening, aren't you?" "Your husband is turning into a girl
right before your eyes and you think I'm enjoying it?" "Well, aren't you?"
Instead of a direct answer, my voice rose and octave while I spewed out,
"Oh, Gail! What's happening to me? Why do I love the look and feeling of
feminine clothing so much and why am I getting off so much when you
fondle my bosom? Why don't I want any of this to stop? Why does this all
feel so GOOD?" It was a turning point, I think. No. It WAS! The question
was rhetorical again.
Just then, at the height of my turbulence, the phone blared forth... (Ring)
"Aunt Jan? Is it really you? I haven't heard from you in ages." "Yes, honey,
it's me. You sound...different. Are you OK?" "Just scrumptious Aunt Jan.
What's the occasion?" Well, I'm coming over to Columbia to visit your
Mom and thought I'd stop by and see you in Springfield for a few days if
you don't mind. We have some catching up to do." At this point, panic hit
me squarely but I didn't have a ready excuse why she couldn't come. She
would have known I was lying. Aunt Jan used to take care of me when Mom
still had to work up through when I was in 8th grade. "Uh, sure. When do
you want to come over?" "About next Friday. I'm driving so I'll bring
myself. No need for anything special. How is the store going?" "Gail has
done wonders with it Aunt Jan. You wouldn't believe the things we're
doing." *Boy, I thought. Is THAT ever a double entendre or what?* "I'll
see you about 6 on Friday then alright?" "Sure Aunt Jan. We'll look
forward to it." "Goodbye dear." (Click).
"My GAWD Gail. Did you hear?" "Every word darling. So?" "What do
you mean SO? Just look at me. How am I going to explain this? How am I
going to look back in my boy clothes? How am I going to explain these
eyebrows or my skin or my shaved legs and arm pits or my hair or these
tits..or ...?" I just trailed off. I was in sudden despair. Suddenly, being
feminine wasn't so appealing. What would my aunt say? "Well hon, she
sure can't miss those cute boobies of yours now, can she? No, she can't.
You may as well just be your own sweet self and let the chips fall where they
may, don't you think?" "How can I do that? She thinks of me like her own
son and I don't even have anything more masculine than silk pajamas to
wear." "And your new figure looks cute in THOSE too honey. So what's
your point?" "Oh, I don't know. I'm ready to give up I guess. What else
can I do?" "We could get you some boy clothes that fit...sort of. You'd
never get into your old ones you know. Your butt's too big and your boobs
won't fit a shirt any more. But you walk and emote like a girl anyway so
what can you possibly hide?" "I confess, I don't have a clue Gail. Do you
really want me to just flaunt it like that?" "Sweetie, I can't see much choice.
Just be yourself and try to relax. I know it will be a little tough at first but
you'll calm down." "Oh, REALLY?" I asked as my voice rose to it's most
recent unconscious pitch adjustment. "Yes, you will."
For the rest of the week I was as nervous as the proverbial cat in a room full
of rocking chairs.
Aunt Jan was going to see me for what I had become, a feminized, limp
wristed imitation of her little nephew, a 'she-male' at best, mostly she and
barely male, certainly not masculine. Would she freak?
But the next day after that fateful phone call Gail only worked 'till six but I
had to work until eight and when I got home with my new gray sports bra,
which I had put on at work, well, I had quite a surprise waiting. Gail had
brought home three beautiful dresses, several skirts and blouses and a
business suit along with lingerie of every description. There were hose and
heels of every color and style, pumps, sandals, sling backs, flats. "Gail, we
can't afford this." "Yes we can. It's all a write off honey, sale stuff that was
going out at cost anyway and you may not like all of it so don't worry. You
can't entertain your aunt without a wardrobe!" "That's not what I'm worried
about really." "You're afraid of what she's going to look like, aren't you?
You really don't know how pretty you've become, do you?" "Me, pretty?"
(Blushing) "yes, you and pretty. You are going to be VERY pretty. I'm
almost jealous. Once we get that hair cut and styled and you into something
fashionable with a little makeup, you're going to want to quit sports and
come to work with me TANYA honey."
"Tanya?" "Sure, why not? Isn't it sexy or a pretty enough name?" "Well,
yes but it's a girl's name." "And your point is...?" "Oh! I guess that was
unavoidable and silly of me wasn't it? I do seem to be turning into a girl or
something, don't I?" "Under the circumstances I think you need a girl's
name honey to go along with that sexy bod. I just love how you've come
along. Oops!" "Come along? Oops? Want to explain that?" "No. At least
not right now. Later. Just go get yourself completely shaved and ready for
the thrill of your life. We're going to do you to the nines. We may want
Aunt Jan to let us take her out to dinner." "Oh yeah! Sure" I replied.
The thrill of my life included little diamond studs in my newly pierced ears
which would be hidden by my longer and soon to be curlier hair. A
"convertible" hair style she called it. It was getting late by then so we just
went to bed. The nines would have to wait yet another day. Ken didn't miss
seeing the hair either. He didn't say anything but I saw him scope me out. I
had to face facts now. Trace was in trouble and Tanya seemed to be taking
over my life and me, well, even though it was driving me nuts, I couldn't
deny that femininity was running rampant with both my mind and body and I
loved it. I was emoting like a woman, acting like a woman, thinking like a
woman and gawd help me, beginning to look at GUYS and wondering what
they were going to think of Tanya. Even Grant was beginning to look cute to
me. Would she/I really be pretty? I was definitely in deep stuff! I was a
wreck the whole day wondering what Tanya was going to look like and
trying to figure what 'come along' and 'oops' meant. I never was much at
mysteries.
That night after dinner, we began in earnest. I don't know which of us was
more earnest. After my shampoo and set, Gail began showing me all the ins
and outs of makeup and it was wondrous to see what she could do with it and
my face, a face that I used to think of as kind of handsome but now, well!
She told me to look at it like a canvas. It was just raw material, a place to
start from. After some plucking and pencils and crayons and foundation,
mascara and blusher and a plum colored lipstick in place of the usual lighter
shades, I was allowed to slip into my first full slip over my regularly padded
B cup and a stretch satin control panty. I was SO excited I could hardly wait.
This was such a thrill for me I cannot fully describe it to you. It was the
naughtiest fun I'd had in my whole life but the usual site of excitement was
rather dormant. It was my nipples that were standing at full attention now.
Then came the black sheath with scoop neck and mid sleeves with patent belt,
the quintessential little black dress, pearl necklace and earrings, dangles of
course, and then the 4" patent ankle strap sandals with the single strap across
the vamp, extremely sexy, and I sat there while Gail took the rollers out and
styled my hair. "Oh, honey, you are unbelievable" she declared. "Better
than I had ever hoped or dreamed for." "Gail, what do you mean 'hoped
for?'" " Oh, nothing. Just that I had no idea you'd be so...well, just go look
at yourself." I arose gracefully from my crossed thigh position, now quite
easy for me even in the four inch spikes and walked sexily as Gail had taught
me, like I could rarely NOT walk now, over to the triple mirrors on the walk
in closet. "Oh, Gail! I thought you were exaggerating. Just LOOK at me.
I'm TANYA!" "Yes, I believe you ARE now sweetie. I think you finally
are. Your aunt will love you. Are you happy?"
"Am I really pretty? Oh, yes, I am, aren't I?" "Yes darling. You are a work
of art. You're going to turn out to be a lovely woman, don't you think?"
"These are MY clothes Gail. If I were a man, I'd be hitting on me. Oh, what
am I saying. I AM a man! Now, THAT'S really ridiculous, isn't it? Just
look at me. I'm not a man any more, male sex perhaps but man?. Look at
how this dress fits and the whole picture" I said as I swayed from side to side
and spun around as if dancing in my spikes, my bosom and hair bouncing
with the motion. "I don't know anyone who'd believe I was a man let alone
male. What size am I?" "A ten, just like me except you're not quite filled out
yet and a little taller." There wasn't a masculine motion or thought in me.
'Yet' I thought? 'Not a cow. Please, not a cow!'
"And with all this going on, knowing after all that I'm really a male (sort of)
I'd think I'd have something serious going on in my panties and I do but it's
just a wonderful little pulsing sensation and I think I just sort of quietly wet
myself. I don't understand any of this. Gawd, I'm dead meat. I'll never
want to put on men's clothes again if I can look like this or feel this
wonderful." "According to the look on your face, I think you just had your
first girlie orgasm honey. That's what they feel like. Sort of a nice twitchy
innie that makes your legs want to buckle."
"WAIT A MINUTE!! HOLD THE FORT. I'm just catching up! I'm going
to turn out to be a lovely WOMAN? As in FEMALE? As in full busted,
curvy, smooth crotch, alto voiced FEMALE? Able to dress like this and feel
like this every day for the rest of my life, all girl? No more urinals or jock
straps or nights out with thy guys getting blotto? What have I done? What
have YOU done to me?" "Oh, come ON Tanya. Don't act so surprised.
You've been changing gears for well over six months and loving every
minute of it and don't stand there looking so adorable and tell me that you
wouldn't jump at the chance to look and feel this way every day. You're
NOT going to tell me that, are you?"
At this point, all I could do was look down past my bosom at my pretty
shoes, running my hands with their long, ruby tipped fingers over my tiny
nipped in waist and down my hips and thighs, taking in my slender waist
and back up to my now admittedly prettily painted face and darling hairdo and
the dangle earrings. After a long, pregnant pause, all I could utter was, "no,
I'm not going to tell you that Gail but a sex change? How did this get so out
of hand?" "Oh, come now. It's not out of hand at all. It's just a good thing
I'm AC/DC though." "You're WHAT?" "Oh PLEASE Tanya." "Are you
and Greta...?" "Well, not on a regular basis. It's YOU I love, not her, but
she does understand a woman's needs." "Oh, fine. Now I've got to be
jealous of another WOMAN!" "Oh, stop it. Besides, you're not a woman,
quite!"
"Back to my question Gail. Quit dancing around it." "Very well. I get other
men in the store buying lingerie and I know damn well it isn't always for a
wife or girlfriend and I've learned to read the signs. The way you fondled
some of those things at the store, I could see you were enthralled just like
them, so I just made you an offer you could have refused but didn't, and if
you think about it, you'll realize a lot of this was your own desires at work.
Admit it darling. You might not have known it at the time, but what you see
is what you wanted. All I did was not stand in the way. Well, in all honesty,
I may have thrown a log or two on the fire but it was really you who decided
by accepting all of this. If we did a Sunday supplement ad for the store, I
could use you for my model. You're lovely! All I did was open the door for
you."
"You STILL haven't answered me Gail. The body. How did it happen? I
don't believe it could be entirely mind over matter and tits and bubble butts
don't grow on trees. What did you DO to me?" "Oh, all RIGHT! If you
MUST know, you've been getting healthy doses of female hormones ever
since you said you liked the slippers. You're potential began to turn me on
and I just couldn't help myself. I got it in powder form and dosed your
orange juice. It's been wonderful fun introducing you to femininity and
watching your mind and body change. And now that you know I can love
you as a girl too, isn't it alright?" "Heaven help us!" "WELL?" "I think
you've finally made me an offer I can no longer refuse at all honey. Am I
going to enjoy having a bippy as much as the rest of this?" "You have NO
idea the pleasure centers you are going to have hon."
"The work they do now is so close to the real thing in every way, even a man
couldn't tell you weren't born a girl." "Even a hunk like Grant?" "Even
Grant. He'd take you home and never guess who you used to be and take
you to places you never dreamed of." "Alright, I'm in, but do we have
enough money for this? I know I'm just pretending to be a man now." "We
will in a few months, especially if we take you to Canada. We can even get
you a little facial work and make you really stunning. You're going to love
being a girl Tanya." "Tell me about it, as if you can't tell I already DO!
When do you want me to start at the store?" "Well, we need to get you some
practical experience dealing with the world as a woman first. I think another
couple months of spending all your leisure time as Tanya with us going
shopping and out in general should do it. Of course, you're not always going
to look this good. Normal women don't run around looking that scrumptious
all the time. You need to get used to jeans and shorts and we need to get you
a couple nice bathing suits. I want to take you to the pool and the shore a
couple times before summer is over. You're going to took darling and I have
just the right bikini at the shop with a nice shelf bra." "I can't wear a bikini
Gail." "Honey, we can hide that little lump with a thing called a 'gaff''.
Female impersonators wear them and they make you look very female to the
point of forming a very believable appearance.." "Really?" "Really. I started
carrying them when I realized the size of my male clientele." "How neat!"
And so, educating Tanya began in earnest. After all, Aunt Jan was due any
day. If I wasn't going to end up with her either in the funny farm or going to
the police, I'd have to be really a convincing Tanya so the first thing Gail did
was introduce me to my new gaff. Up until now, it was just pretend, just
play time. I took it seriously of course and listened to all the little hints Gail
gave me about my appearance and conduct, voice and mannerisms and that is
why, coupled with those lovely hormones, I began to act more and more like
a girl all the time and we doubled up on the hormones at once.
Of course it wasn't in time to do any good with Aunt Jan. Gail and I sat
down and plotted out how we were going to handle her, what I would wear
and all. We decided that we should go with the 'girl next door' casual look
for her arrival but with all the bells and whistles...makeup, jewelry, flats and
a pretty, full skirted house dress. We were going for the definitely female
but understated housewife look. The costume for Friday consisted of simple
pearl studs and necklace with a light blue shirtwaist dress with black belt and
matching leather flats with sheer hose. The makeup was full but understated.
We practiced on Thursday night. Oh, I looked like a girl alright. Jan would
never recognize me as her nephew. Neither would I!!
Friday, as arranged, I took off a couple hours early and came home to hot
rollers that had been started by a timer, put my hair up and showered. I
dusted myself after a pat down and got into my lingerie and hose then sat
down to do my makeup. I'd have at least a week before my beard showed at
all again and the sponge didn't drag at all. This is neat. I took out the rollers
and did a little teasing and smoothing and presto---Tanya. Then came the
shirtwaist and flats. Checking myself out in the mirror I had to admit I
looked good, good enough to fool Aunt Jan.
I was just checking the Bavarian meat loaf when the door bell rang.
Hurriedly I took off my apron and walked to the door. Thank heaven. As I
opened it, I saw Gail's car coming up the street.
"Why hello dear. Who are you? I'm Tanner's Aunt Jan from Chicago."
"I'm Tanya, Aunt Jan. Pleased to meet you. Won't you come in? I have
some things to do in the kitchen but I'll show you to your room and you can
freshen up. I see Gail is right behind you. She can entertain you while I
finish dinner." "Where is my nephew, Tanya?" "Uh, not here right now
Aunt Jan but I'm sure Gail can answer any other questions you might have."
I let Jan carry her overnight case and I took her larger one to her room, said
"see you for dinner" and left. *well, that was educational* I thought.
Then I heard Gail letting herself in. She knew who the car had to belong to.
She came into the kitchen and exclaimed, "that smells WONDERFUL Tanya"
in a loud voice and then in a conspiratorial whisper, "well?" "Well, so far so
good. She wanted to know where Tanner is and I told her you'd entertain
her while I finished dinner, took her to the guest room and left her. That's it
so far. I didn't give her an answer."
Gail went and knocked on Jan's door. "Hello. Are you Aunt Jan? I'm Gail,
Tanner's wife she said not waiting to be inquired of. The door was ajar so
Gail just walked in. Jan replied with a warm "yes, that's me. My, you are
an attractive one Gail. The boy has good taste. How is he and for that
matter, where is he?" "Why don't we go out in the living room Aunt Jan?
Would you like a little drink to unwind from the trip?" "Why, yes. That
would be nice. Brandy if you have it or Dewar's on the rocks." "I believe we
have some scotch. I'll go fix it for you." And with that, Gail returned to the
kitchen through the swinging solid doors. "Well?" "I'm getting her a drink
before we get into it. Putter around another 10 or 15 minutes and she should
be about ready to do her double take" Gail said smiling with a twinkle in her
big, blue eyes.
"There you are Aunt Jan, Dewar's on the rocks." "Now dear, do you always
have a friend cook dinner for you or is this some special occasion?" "Well,
actually it is a special occasion Aunt Jan.
We've got some news for you...my that went fast. Let me freshen that for
you." (pouring)
"Now, where was I? Oh, yes. Well, Tanner hasn't been exactly thrilled with
his life at the sporting goods store lately and we've been talking about his
coming to work at the lingerie store, which I've expanded into pretty much a
full line ladies wear boutique now. I'll have to take you down for a look."
"Yes, I'd like that Gail. But what of Tanner?" "Well, we took inventory last
year and made some interesting discoveries in the process." "Oh really? Like
what?" "Well, for one, that Tanner had an unusual aptitude and affinity for
the business. He seemed to take to it right away and he has good fashion
sense, seemed to understand the lure of lovely lingerie for a woman so, to
that end, we've been working on getting him ready to become a full partner in
the business, practically on a cellular level, you might say (giggle). I'm
sorry. Must be the wine. I get a little giggly after the first glass. Anyway,
he's been sort of...growing into it while staying in sporting goods but next
week, she'll be starting at the boutique full time with me."
"Darling, forgive me. You said, "SHE'll be starting...?" "Oh, forgive me
Aunt Jan." Just then I was coming through the doors carrying the main
course and placing it on the table. "Tanya, would you please take off your
apron and come here?" "Sure Gail." "My, Tanya, I have a hard time
deciding which of you girls is more beautiful." "That's very kind Aunt Jan
because you see, Tanya IS Tanner for a brief time longer. You now have a
new niece. Aunt Jan, your hand is trembling. Let me take that drink. There.
Now, we know this is quite a shock but..." "Gail, please let me interrupt and
give me back my drink. I'll be fine. Well, FINALLY Tanya!!"
"Finally" Aunt Janet? Are you kidding? How come *finally?*" "You really
don't remember do you?" "Remember what?" "How you used to play with
your cousin Amy. Amy was very dominant and insisted that you play her
games, remember?" "Vaguely. That was 12 years ago." "Well, I'll cut to the
chase and tell you that you always played girl's games at our house including
*dress up* and she had you in full regalia just like her in my clothes up
through about 6th grade when you became too shy about it. I never
commented one way or the other as I figured once you and Amy went your
separate ways, that phase of your life would be over. Apparently, you
acquired an innate taste for all things feminine. Is uh...that..those, .I
mean..." "Yes, Aunt Jan, it's all her. She turned out rather nicely if I do say
so myself."
"Well, you young people seem to have this well in hand. I'm starved and
that smells delicious. May we eat now Tanya honey??" "Oh, Aunt Jan, you
are the greatest aunt a girl could have."
"Perhaps your right dear. We'll have to see about that as we go." Aunt Jan
did stay three days and all of them were filled with restaurants and shopping
and talking hours on end. We had a wonderful reunion. She insisted on
taking me down to the DMV and getting me a new driver's license. That
went very well, actually. They erased the M and put in F. The clerk said,"
they screw that up all the time honey. Don't let it bother you." It was
stamped and sealed and off we went.
We spent the rest of the evening an the manner I expected, with Aunt Jan
wanting to see all my pretties and have me do a little modeling. She was very
appreciative, both of my body and the clothing Gail had chosen for me.
Now that I had a glimpse of my future, it became harder and harder to hide
my new nature in the real world and especially the work place. I just knew if
I didn't quit, one day I'd be fired. I had to wear blouses now even with the
sports bras and women's slacks and blazers and the bizarre thing was, I
actually LOST 5 pounds but I'd become so soft and fluffy, well...it came
down to my not wearing a stitch of boy clothes at all anymore. It was all man
tailored girl. One day about 5 weeks later, after my re-education was in full
swing and I was living otherwise full time as a girl, Grant finally couldn't
contain himself anymore. "Trace, you certainly have...uh...changed over the
past few months. You look...very...good! Are you working out? Those
pecs look great!"
"Well, in a manner of speaking Grant. I AM in training," I giggled in my
girlishly trained voice. "Alright Trace. Training for what? The Mrs.
America pageant?" "Would that upset you terribly?" "Shit Tanner, you've
just gotten too cute for a guy. What the hell are you up to?
Have you gone gay on me boy?" "Not even close Grant."
"I suppose I could just walk away from here without telling you Grant but
you've been so nice to me. Alright. Yes, I AM in training for the Mrs.
America pageant, sort of!" I wish I had a camera to record the light dawn on
his face. "Now it all makes sense. Nobody's around. Come to the
storeroom for a minute and take off that jacket for me." We walked back
with Grant following me. He was almost a head taller than me and I noticed
he stayed back several paces so I let the wiggle loose. "Alright, off with it."
And so I took off the blazer, revealing to his wandering eyes my silk blouse
and chemise covered bra with large, protruding, stand up nipples, the tiny
waist and broad hips of a woman. "Damn Tracey! You're gonna be
gorgeous. Are you going all the way with this?" "Yes. It's more fun than
I've ever had in my life. You can't imagine." "No, and I don't WANT to
either but on YOU it looks great. I can't believe I'm relating to you like this.
Ok, let's get back up front. I'm not going to have a heart attack over it but
what are you going to do about the job?"
"Gail is taking me on at the boutique in a few weeks." "Well good. Why
don't you go ahead and put in your notice and that way they'll have to give
you a couple weeks severance pay." "Thanks, Grant. That's really sweet of
you to suggest. Oh, my, just listen to me." "I have been. Has this girl in
boy drag got a name?" "Tanya." "Nice. Let me see the ears. Uh huh.
Hoops. I thought so. Maybe after you leave, we could have lunch sometime
Tanya?" "I don't think you're ready for that Grant. I don't think you'd
believe it." "That's just the problem. Not only would I believe it, you've got
me so curious, if you say no you're really going to hurt my feelings." "OK.
Remember I warned you but you won't know me in heels and a dress."
After that rather eventful day, I did put in my notice and Grant stopped
pretending to treat me like a guy. He stopped letting me lift heavy boxes. He
really began treating me like a girl and then at the beginning of my final week,
he slipped. "Tanya, will you help this lady with a shoe fitting please?" I
froze in my tracks. Well, what was I going to do? Turning gracefully in my
Capezzio loafers, with my hair swinging freely exposing my small drop pearl
dangle earrings, I walked toward the woman with my usual girlish gait. She
looked at me very appraisingly but said nothing except to tell me what she
wanted and I fitted her with her aerobic shoes and she left. In light of
Grant's error, I let it rip and related to her woman to woman. After all, there
she was, confronted with the arched eyebrows, earrings, hair, body and
demeanor of a woman. Why not?
"Are you out of your MIND Grant? What if she blabs? Well, that's a
given. She WILL. Now what?" "It's your last week. What do you care? I
don't! Why don't you just come in as yourself Tanya? You know I'm dying
to see you." "I'll talk to Gail about it. If it's OK with her, I suppose I don't
mind anymore. Besides, we've already petitioned the court for a legal name
change and I'll bet that hits the papers." "Please?" "Don't push it Grant.
I'm very nervous about your seeing me as a girl, more so than anyone else.
I like you and I don't want you to be upset with me." "I won't be upset with
you Tanya. I think you're a fox even without makeup and sexy clothes."
"Oh, great! NOW he tells me. And that means I haven't been hiding much
with the customers either, right?" "A couple have asked about you, yes."
"And?" "And they agree with me." "Oh, that makes me feel MUCH better" I
said sarcastically! "Holy cow Grant!" "I'm afraid the cat is OUT Tanya.
May as well enjoy being a girl." "OK. You win. Gail won't care. I'll see
you tomorrow."
Gail and I had a huge laugh over the day's events that night and I went ahead
and did a real number on myself, thinning out the eyebrows some more, full
makeup with matching nail polish the next morning. I wore my C cup bra
with the push up pads, showing nice cleavage through my open necked
blouse and wearing the collar out under the blue blazer. I added blue pearls,
necklace, drop earrings and bracelet, a light beige slender skirt, sheer hose
and beige low heeled pumps. "You look lovely Tanya. Knock 'em dead."
"I just hope I survive this day Gail. What if they don't grant my name
change tomorrow and what if someone from the home office shows up?"
"You're going to appear in court honey. That is patently ridiculous because
we're going to make you stunning for the judge. And as for management,
what's the worst they could do, send you home with pay? Now, go to work
and try to keep Grant from messing his shorts (giggle)." "No promises Gail.
I think he wants to take me out." "So, give him a thrill. Let him spend
money on you. It's one of the perks (grin)." "OK, if you say so." "Here,
take your perfume with you and put some on now."
Grant was at his desk in the middle of the east wall when I walked in. He
heard the click of my heels and arose from his seat smelling a sale saying,
"Welcome to Sports Haven Miss. May I help you?" I just froze again
momentarily and then decided to have some fun. "Why yes, I'm looking for
some diving gear for my boyfriend" I said in my most practiced feminine tone
and inflection. I guess Grant had come to know me too well.
"TANYA?" "Yes Grant. Tanya, your soon to be ex-employee." "Oh boy,
was I ever right. Can we talk about your quitting?" "Not a chance Grant."
"Oh all right. It was worth a shot. Damn girl, you ARE a fox. No wonder
you decided to do this." "I had a little help with the decision Grant." "Gail
doesn't object? You're staying together?" "No and yes, as far as I know. I
don't have a crystal ball you know."
"Did you ever dress up as a kid?" "Yes, but I didn't remember it. My aunt
told me all about it recently though. Never even thought about it really until
we were taking inventory at the store this past summer." "What happened?"
"Lingerie." "Lingerie? I don't get it." "No, I don't imagine you would.
Gail caught me fondling a pair of pumps and then a gown and I think a
flashbulb went off in her head. I wasn't even aware of it. She brought me
home a sexy gown to try and it really sparked up the bedroom. One thing led
to another and pretty soon I was addicted and then my body began changing
for no apparent reason over the next few months and I liked it. You wouldn't
believe how it feels to have sensitive breasts nibbled on. Then it was on to
hose and heels, higher and higher and I was hooked on femininity. I love it
Grant. I love being a girl. I can't help myself and wouldn't now if I could.
It must have been in me somewhere all the time. So, now you know." "But
don't your hormones need...I mean how...?" "Yes. When Gail saw how I
was getting off on the lingerie, she started me on high doses of female
hormones and my mind went over the edge in about three, maybe four
months. I couldn't get enough. It made being a guy very difficult. We're
very happy about the whole thing, actually."
"So am I Tanya. Trace wasn't much of a guy anyway. No offense." "Oh,
none taken. I agree with you. So now what?" "So now we wait for the
traffic and you and I play it straight like nothing is going on. That should be
a hoot." "I'm nervous." "Why? You look, sound and smell great and you
can sell. Enjoy yourself. It'll be good experience for you, right?" "Yes."
"Well, we have a small order of jerseys to tag and put up. Why don't you do
that and I'll take care of the football equipment." "You're treating me like a
girl Grant." "Yes, and it's not going to stop any time soon either (grin)."
"Sigh!" I went to the stockroom and got the box onto a dolly and picked up
the tag gun.
It got fairly busy about 10 AM and after a few sales, I got more comfortable.
The customers didn't seem to know or if they did, they didn't mind. Unless
Gail and the mirror lied, I WAS easy to look at. Ken came in at noon and
since not a lot of people ran out to the sporting goods store at lunch time,
Grant and I went to lunch together before I actually quit.
He took me to a nice restaurant. It was obvious that WE were not just going
to lunch. He was TAKING me to lunch. He held doors and my chair.
*Wow! This is neat, I thought. And he's cute too. Watch it Tanya. You're
married, remember? Yes, and so is Gail but that doesn't stop her and Greta.
What's sauce for the goose is...sauce for the OTHER goose, isn't it? Oh,
Tanya, you naughty girl. You're not even legal yet.*
"Enjoying the view Grant?" He'd been staring down my blouse with obvious
pleasure. "Huh? Oh, I'm sorry. It's just...you're so pretty Tanya. I'm
having trouble concentrating on lunch knowing everything and all. You've
got me a little stupefied." "It's very flattering. Thank you. It 's also a good
reason why I can't remain at the store with you, isn't it?" On the way back
from the restaurant while walking back to the store through the mall, Grant
reached down and took my hand in his. My reaction was to pull away but he
did it so sweetly, I didn't have the heart. I just looked up into his eyes and
said, "Grant, I'm a married woman." "I know Tanya but you're just so
lovely, I need to touch you and I just hoped you'd let me hold your hand. I
left my hand where it was and we kept walking. It was a date and this was in
lieu of the kiss, the kiss that I frankly was wondering a lot about right now.
He was looking big and strong and very cute right about now. 'Oh girl, you
ARE in trouble!!!'
Not the end.