The Dave-to-Jane Chronicle - Part 4 free porn video

I wrote the first two parts of this chronicle to make sure I never forgot these wonderful events in my life, not knowing they were to be part of a complete change in my life. They were, however, originally written for my eyes only and certainly not intended for publication. My apologies for this being heavy reading. I was instructed to write the remaining three parts by my Lover and Mistress. Together they record my full transformation. Constructive communications may be sent to either Vanya or Jane at [email protected] - I'll leave the reader to take out the 'removethis' portion. The Dave-to-Jane Chronicle - Part 4 By Jane Copyright reserved. The following 3 months were quite a change of life-style for both of us. Morning and night Vanya insisted I soak in a warm bath with various additives then she would help me rub assorted creams and lotions all over my body before dressing me for the day or for bed. The skin around my nipples always received specific attention with special hormone creams and, by the end of the quarter, I had my own breasts! They started as barely noticeable swellings and gradually grew, through an A-cup to just filling a B-cup bra. It was a very exiting time for both of us to watch their growth and, despite her continual control of me, Vanya was rarely extreme in her dominance. She was wonderfully loving in her attention to me and we were rarely out of each other's arms or touch. In addition to all the hormone creams my new breasts received plenty of other attention from Vanya. At least twice a day she would massage and caress my breasts ensuring that my levels of sensitivity grew along with their size. My nipples have always been large and sensitive but Vanya's continual attention ensured that my arousal levels were easily triggered by her teasing them; a gentle brush of her hands, pinching fingertips, sucking lips or her biting teeth would all make me helpless with desire for more and she would often bring me to orgasm whilst teasing my breasts one way or another. She continued with the regular early morning enemas, always including or followed by sexual stimulation which satisfied both of us and, curiously, the more we made love the greater we increased our need and capacity for excitement. This was usually followed by lessons in make-up or dress- sense, which, with the exotic clothing I was usually wearing, seemed somewhat out of place but I listened and learned all that Vanya taught. Only once did she make me wear those ridiculously high-heeled boots during the period, as punishment for not getting an order out on time, but otherwise I generally happily wore 6" or even 5" heels in delightful comfort. Corset training continued and my waist was soon comfortable at 19" and Vanya frequently complimented me on the fantastic figure we had created, particularly with the tremendous boost that the hormones caused and we both took a growing delight in my appearance. My tiny waist emphasised my moderate breasts, making them look bigger than they actually were, although I was soon comfortably filling the B-cups of my bras. There were two somewhat negative aspects to the hormones: I became much more emotional, finding I would cry easily but, rather than being depressing, it became a catharsis of any negative feelings and I soon felt better afterwards. The other was to my male pride because both my testicles and my penis began to shrink quite quickly. Vanya nursed me through that depressing period when I would have stopped the hormone treatment - if she had given me a chance - showing me that she could still give me fantastic orgasms (they were frequently longer and always more intense than as a 'normal' male) even though I didn't get even the hint of an erection after the first month. I soon accepted both changes fully and without regret: Vanya found that she could dress me in much tighter rubber panties which made my shrinking genitals appear as a perfect mound of Venus. Immediately after Vanya started making me take daily hormones she insisted that I start a daily log so that we could follow the progress of my change - this being it, of course. She was very surprised when I told her that I had kept a sort of diary since that fateful evening when she had started her domination. I hadn't thought to tell her of those notes before and she insisted on seeing the earlier chapters of our life together. She read them through and reminded me of bits that I had forgotten or left out, insisting that I add to them or make corrections where appropriate. Those earlier chapters I have now re-read and corrected and, although I no longer like the first-person narrative, which I used at the time, find them an incredible insight into both Vanya and myself as we changed to our natural roles. Those sections are the earlier chapters, of course, although I have edited out some particularly private details with Vanya's agreement. Vanya says she would like to post the whole diary to the Internet some day and I know she has already used some extracts for her magazine articles; I think she wants to give detailed advice to other Doms. Her role on some magazines has increased considerably and she now has a regular inflow of letters and articles for responses or editing, her work bringing a steady inflow of funds. Even more important is how much she enjoys her work and each day we discuss various aspects, which it has raised. She has even got me to write letter responses and a couple of articles from a sub point of view although she did edit them for me. One Tuesday morning, early in the fourth month of hormone treatment, Vanya dressed me in a new purple satin corset, the black lacy half cups of which thrust up and emphasised my breasts, added black nylon stockings and a pair of tight purple rubber panties. She had inserted a small butt plug into me after the morning's enema and it felt hardly noticeable after the larger ones she often made me wear. Smart black patent court shoes with 5" heels, new that morning, adorned my feet. I sat down to do my make-up but Vanya took over, applying light base cream, eye shadow and lipstick only, far less than the amount she usually insisted upon. She just brushed my shoulder-length hair into shape and didn't use spray either. A knee-length black nylon slip was added to my tiny waist and then Vanya brought out a beautiful cashmere cream dress with elbow length sleeves. She zipped up the back after I had stepped into it and it was form-fitting from neck to mid-thigh. I looked into the mirror and loved the warm femininity of the lovely soft wool. I sat happily putting on pale pink nail varnish as Vanya attended to her own make-up and hair, before dressing in a black silk blouse and navy skirt. When she was ready we walked hand in hand to the kitchen and I made breakfast while she attacked her mail on her notebook computer. My clothes, apart from the tight new corset which gave me the delightful hugging squeeze I had grown to love, felt wonderfully soft and unrestrictive compared with my usual attire and I loved the feeling of the cashmere brushing over my nipples, making them erect and very sensitive. After the meal, still continuing the easy chatter we had developed, I washed and cleared away, finally stripping the rubber gloves from my hands and removing my apron. I was just about to go up to my workshop as Vanya disappeared from the room for a few moments. When she came back she was carrying her handbag over her shoulder and another, smaller white one, which she pressed into my hand. "A little present for you, Darling," she said with a smile, watching me open it and look inside. There were tissues, lipstick and a compact, a comb and small brush plus a small purse. I took out the purse and opened it to find plenty of money - notes and small change - as well as my credit cards, which I hadn't used for such a long time. "Until you get used to carrying a handbag, I'll keep your purse for you," she added taking the purse, closing it and dropping it into her own bag. "You must remember that you don't have pockets for things anymore and carrying a bag at all times is a very feminine thing." I had said thank you when I first took the bag but, slightly confused, I frowned at Vanya. "We're taking the day off and going shopping," she said to my unasked question. "You look great now and I'm sure you are ready for your first public airing as Jane. We'll drive into the city and shop together, have some lunch and just enjoy ourselves," she said as if announcing the menu for this evening's meal. Panic rose inside me with her words: it was one thing to be so femininely dressed at home but the thought of actually being seen by all and sundry was the stuff heart attacks were made from. I started to blather - and that is the word to describe my incoherent yattering - but Vanya was not taking any rebellion from me. "Shut up!" She commanded her expression fairly stern. "I cannot see any problems with taking you out. You look great, quite sexy in fact." Grasping at any straw I could I asked shakily "What about my voice?" to which she smiled, told me to wait a minute and left the room, while my mind continued in its whirl of thoughts. She soon returned holding a portable tape recorder and, holding it near my face told me "Say 'This corset isn't too tight for me any longer. In fact it's too loose to be comfortable, Vanya.' Say it." Even more confused I repeated the words after her then watched as she rewound the tape. She pressed 'play' and after a bit of hissing I heard the words again, my heart sinking with the sound of the obvious male voice on the tape. I was just about to say "You see!" when the recorder gave a click and a hiss, followed by the two sentences again, this time in a slightly husky, but definitely female voice. I stared at the machine, frowning slightly, as Vanya switched it off. She chuckled and explained "The first recording was you five months ago when we dumped your red satin corset, the second was you now. Did you not realise how much your voice had changed, Jane?" "Wow!" was all I could manage and, with rising confidence at the change, my fear did battle with my excitement at actually getting out of the house after so long. "Don't worry, Darling," said Vanya with a smile, reaching for my hand. "Everything will be fine and I'll be with you all the time to help if you need it." I hesitatingly smiled back at her and she led the way through the house to the garage, locking up behind us. Driving through our gateway caused a slight concern, which soon subsided, only to grow again as we encountered traffic. We received a couple of stares but I soon realised that it was just typical reaction to two good-looking women alone in a car. With that my confidence began to build and I started to look forward to the day ahead. Even in the outer city I felt good but the butterflies re-appeared when Vanya pulled into a car park outside the massive mall. She was patient for me to build up my courage as she waited for me by the open passenger door. With a deep breath I started to slide one leg out then the tight dress reminded me to swing both out of the car at the same time. As I stood up atop my stiletto heels I recognised that it was those small mistakes I was dreading. I whispered my fears to Vanya as my eyes darted about wildly to see if anybody was staring at me - which they weren't - and she chuckled softly, then told me not to be silly. With the car keys shut away in Vanya's handbag I suddenly felt very exposed: there was nowhere to run now the car was locked. I reached for her hand but she avoided mine saying, "Do you think it would look right for two grown women to be walking hand in hand, Jane?" She was right, of course and I tried to get my mind around how we should be acting. Vanya turned and walked slowly towards the mall's huge entrance and I followed her, finding at once that walking in high heels in a gravely car park is different from the smooth floors at home. Suddenly I had to avoid the larger stones then, with unwarranted pleasure, found myself walking on polished stone tiles. Not having to concentrate where to place each foot I looked up at Vanya with a smile, which froze as I saw the throng of people starting to swallow us up. I fought down the impulse to grab Vanya's hand as well as the initial panic at the stares at my figure, heels and face - usually in that order! - from many of the shoppers. I was concentrating very hard on trying not to stand out in the crowd when I realised that I looked extremely smart and sexy compared with most around us. I understood then that I would continue to receive such appreciative stares and my confidence grew in leaps and bounds. My mind was such a whirl of thoughts; I almost missed Vanya's "Hey, Jane. Look at this," and I suddenly stopped and turned to see where she had gone. A middle aged man bumped into me as I stopped without warning and I nearly fell from the push. He grabbed my arm to hold me upright, apologising profusely for being so clumsy, yet I was aware of his eyes wandering quickly over my face and bosom. I started to mumble it was all my fault but his warm smile and "As long as you are alright, young lady, it will be my delight for the day." covered my apology. He let go of my arm, picked up my handbag from where it had fallen to pass to me and walked off into the crowd as, my heart beating wildly, I stepped towards the shop front to rejoin Vanya. Her eyes danced mischievously as she smiled at me. "My, aren't we the forward little flirt! And nearly lost our handbag into the bargain." I felt a deep blush at her implications and started to protest my innocence but she merely giggled and turned me towards the window. "Isn't that pretty?" she asked pointing at a full-length black chiffon nightie behind the glass. I stared at the garment, slowly taking in the other underwear on display then, regathering my shattered confidence, answered that it was indeed. Suddenly it was okay to look at women's sexy undies in public and I spent several minutes chatting with Vanya of the pros and cons of various designs. She liked the look of one satin nightie and, taking my elbow, walked us into the shop where she asked an assistant for the article in red in her size. She held it up before her, examined it and asked me if I liked it and I told her how well it would suit her. She smiled back at me, passed it to the assistant and dug in her bag for her purse. As we walked out of the shop she passed me the bag and glanced at her watch before moving deeper into the mall. We stopped again at a dress shop to look in the window and while Vanya took in all the styles, my glance was caught by our reflections. After appreciating how good the woman I loved so dearly looked beside me, I also took stock of my own reflection, amazed again at what a fantastic image she had created. I also saw another feature: most of the men walking behind us, as well as quite a few women, turned their heads to look us over. When Vanya had finished looking I whispered my observation to her and she laughed quietly. "Looking as good as you do, I'm not too surprised, Jane." More window-shopping was interspersed with a stop in a computer shop to get some disks for Vanya, then, glancing at her watch again, she said, "Come on, Darling. We're running a bit late." Late for what? We had only been in the mall for about half an hour and it was too early for lunch! Somewhat confused, a state Vanya seemed to love keeping me in, I turned and hurried out of the shop after her, although her 3" heels meant she could walk much faster than I could, even if my 5" stilettos were considerably smaller than some I had been made to wear. I had rapidly tuned in to the sharp, sexy click of my heels on the polished tiled flooring of the mall and listened with part of my mind to the rapid staccato as I tried to even keep up with Vanya. My fast walk was almost breaking into a run, which is virtually impossible in heels that height, particularly when trying to avoid all the other people who still seemed determined to want to stare at this strange, pretty girl rushing against the slow surge of movement. At last I turned a corner and almost bumped head-on into Vanya as she looked to see where I was. "I thought I had lost you," I blurted out as I began to recover from the exertion. "What's the hurry? I thought it was going to be a casual day together," I asked, hoping my words and expression didn't imply any criticism, for I knew how badly Vanya would take it. "I just didn't want to be late for our appointment - and it's so long since I've been here, I had forgotten where the shop was," answered Vanya without any sign of visible annoyance and, mentally, I breathed a sigh of relief and cautioned myself to watch my words more carefully in future. "Come on, Jane, let's go inside." and she opened the door behind me and ushered me into the shop. I looked around, slowly realising from the colour scheme and fittings that it was a beauty salon. Although I hadn't been in one before this was definitely up-market, with an expensive finish and atmosphere to everything. There were expensive chairs in the waiting area and, behind a low desk, sat a young, pretty redhead with perfect fashion- magazine make-up, dressed in a tight-fitting white working dress. She smiled at us, asking if she could help and I listened to Vanya give her name, adding that we had an appointment with Jill. I watched the girl scan the appointment book in front of her before smiling and replying that Jill would be with us in a minute or two, all the while my mind trying to guess what Vanya was doing: we had an appointment, or was it just for her? I looked at Vanya for guidance but received only a sweetly innocent smile as she reached for a magazine and opened the cover. Confused and with rising concern I copied her lead, my eyes flitting without really seeing the pages of women's fashions and articles. Surely any beauty therapist (was that the title for such women?) would soon realise that I was not a 'natural' woman as soon as she looked at me? What would her reaction be - shock, horror, outrage? Or smirking ridicule? The options and my reactions to them were building like a cyclone in my mind and I was about to stand and run when Vanya tapped me on the knee. I looked up and she smiled sweetly again, asking, "You haven't got one of these, have you Jane?" With her words she opened her handbag so that I could see into it, although the receptionist couldn't from where she was sitting, had she bothered to look. Vanya's hand was inside her bag holding the car keys and twitching them back and forth. Having let me see them she dropped the keys and snapped her bag then placed it on the floor on the other side of her. "A pity," she said quietly. "You'll have to make sure we don't get split up, otherwise you won't be able to get home tonight without it." she smiled and picked up the magazine again. It was subtle yet it hit me like a brick! She had understood my thoughts and was telling me I couldn't leave without her. I remembered that she still had my purse and without money I could do nothing; I suddenly felt as restrained as if she had me captive in straps and padlocks! Knowing Vanya as well as I did, it also meant that I had an appointment in this beauty parlour and I tried to brace myself for the coming unknown. A curtain was drawn back and we both looked up to see a tall trim, middle-aged brunette, also with impeccable hair and make-up, step through and stand before us. She smiled down at each of us then looked directly at me. "I'm Jill. You must be Jane and you," her glance moved sideways "are Vanya. Please come through, we're so sorry to keep you waiting." She turned on her heel and walked over to pull the curtain aside. Vanya stood easily, waiting as I struggled to get to my feet from the low chair, making easy chat to Jill. I didn't hear the words for my brain was busy trying to work out why I must be Jane; what else did she know? Jill lead the way whilst Vanya sandwiched me into the middle as we walked down a softly lit corridor lined with tall wooden doors. Opening one near the end, Jill ushered us in, pointing to two seats, which reminded me of those used by a dentist, for they were obviously fully adjustable. I sat down carefully and swung my legs up onto the angled support beneath my calves while Vanya did the same, as Jill consulted a small diary then spoke to Vanya. "You will be having a facial, trim and set, plus nails, of course, and you have asked for a complete make-over for Jane. Will there be anything else, Vanya? I hope you don't mind first names, but we like to get to know our customers and make sure we give them the best treatment so we can build a relationship." While she spoke to Vanya and I hung on every word I looked Jill over, seeing a very professional approach from a woman who exuded competence in what she did, whatever that was. "I would like aroma therapy and a foot massage as well, but the rest is fine," replied Vanya in an easy manner. "I want the makeover for Jane to be the complete works, though. As I said on the phone, she hasn't experienced a really professional job before." Jill smiled in response and added that everything would be perfect and that she would start with the facials. She excused herself for a few moments and left the room. As soon as the door closed I whispered urgently across to Vanya "What are you doing? What's a complete makeover? How do I behave?" "Just relax and enjoy yourself, Darling. You are about to be pampered as only a woman can. You'll love the experience but, as I've told you before I think, looking beautiful can sometimes require a bit of effort," Vanya replied easily and with a reassuring smile before lounging back in the big chair. I wanted more but before I could ask, the door opened and two girls in their late twenties wheeled in a large trolley each, the shelves being covered with bottles, pots, cotton wool, swabs and many things strange to me. "I'm Sue," said the shorter girl to Vanya as the other, a very slim blonde introduced herself to me as Mandy. I smiled in reply and lifted my head as a large plastic bib was placed around my neck. Mandy lifted my hair high on my head and added small combs to keep it out of her way, then removed my make-up with a soft sponge and creams. Skilful fingers massaged various lotions into different areas of my face and I began to relax to Mandy's ministrations, feeling her fingers move under my chin and then around my neck and throat. A while later soft moist pads were placed over each eyelid and even my ears were gently massaged with some sort of cream. "Time for your eyebrows," Mandy's pleasant voice informed me and I felt a tiny comb being drawn through each. This was followed by a feint, strange tingle that moved from point to point across my left eyebrow and a while later I became aware of a slightly more pungent smell over that from all the other cosmetic smells in the room. After quite a while the tingling moved over to my right eyebrow after I felt Mandy moving around me. I was glad she was not the chatty archetype of women's hairdressers, for I had been dreading trying to fend off questions or imply knowledge of all things feminine, being content to take Vanya at her word and enjoy the experience. So far I was thoroughly enjoying the pampering, something no male normally gets to learn about. Eventually the pads were removed from my eyelids and I gingerly opened them against the glare of a movable spotlight above me. Beside me was some sort of electrical machine with a wand at the end of a thin cable resting on top. As I wondered what it was for, Mandy unplugged it and wheeled it behind me. "We'll do your face-pack next," she said reappearing into my view. That entailed new pads on my eyelids and a thick paste being applied with a wooden spatula. Gradually my skin grew warm and it felt like the stiff, drying chemical was sucking my skin into it, although it was not really unpleasant. I wanted to know what was happening to Vanya and to ask if she was enjoying it, but I thought better than risk a four-way conversation. Quite some time later it was more cream and I felt the face pack softening as it was dissolved away. More creams and scrubs then Mandy's smiling face asked if I felt better. My facial skin felt like it was glowing and I smiled back, telling her it felt wonderful. I heard Vanya chuckle across the room, somehow with 'I told you so' in her sound. "I'm going next door to get an aroma therapy," said Vanya coming into my range of vision. "I'll probably see you when we get our hair done, Jane," and she went out the door with Sue in attendance and Mandy following. I wondered what came next and that was Jill striding into the room, also with a small trolley filled with bits. As she removed the bib from around my neck she smiled professionally and informed me that she would personally do my body. Unsure what she meant I listened as she asked me to stand up and, when I did, was unprepared as she pulled down the zip on my dress. I tried to clutch the dress against me but the wool slid from my arms as I reacted too late and it fell about my feet in a soft heap. "I'm so sorry about that, Jane," said Jill quickly. "If you'd care to step out of it, I'll hang up your dress so it doesn't crease. It's such a lovely dress and it suits you so well." I had no choice but to do as she said and, feeling very exposed, watched as she did so. "And your slip as well, please Jane," she asked, holding out a hand. It was bad enough to have my breasts exposed over the top of my corset but the fear of removing my slip to expose my tight rubber panties seemed infinitely worse. My body and mind seemed to seize up at the situation and I suddenly became aware of Jill's hand resting softly on my shoulder. "Don't worry, Jane. Vanya and I have had quite a long chat on the phone about your needs and requirements. We are entirely confidential and will only give the best of service in the most professional way. The other girls know nothing of your former self; it will remain a secret with me," Jill explained in a reassuring voice. Vanya had told her! I looked up at Jill and saw an expression of empathy on her face that made my fears begin to ease. "Come on, the slip, please," Jill reminded, and with trembling fingers I pushed the black nylon off my hips and stepped out of it. "Oh. Stockings! How nice to see them. Too many women wear those horrible tights these days, but they don't let the body breathe as it should," Jill commented matter-of-factly before asking me to sit in the chair once more. She made no mention of noticing my latex panties. Once I had done so she removed my shoes and asked me to undo my suspenders, additionally asking if I needed any help. I managed to get them undone very quickly! Jill reached up and, with professional detachment, rolled the stockings down my legs and off my feet. She moved to my side and adjusted the chair, the back rest going lower and the leg rest rising until I was laying flat, then the whole thing rising. "We'll start with waxing your legs, Jane, but don't worry. All those things people say about it being painful have never had it professionally done. You will hardly feel a thing," I was told as my legs were coated in a warm, non- sticky wax in patches, then each removed before the next was applied. Jill was right, it didn't hurt, but the concern did take my mind off my embarrassment. Certainly the depilatories that Vanya had been using on my legs and arms had helped to stop the growth of coarse hairs and, during the treatment I felt my thighs, finding the wax left them silky-smooth without the tiniest trace of even soft, downy hair. Even my under- arms were waxed, again without any real discomfort and I relaxed enough to lay back and let Jill get on with it. As she cleared away the waxing equipment Jill said in a low, understanding voice. "Vanya asked for a full removal of body hair, Jane, so please remove your panties." Full head-on panic consumed me, yet through the haze I heard her add, "Again it will not cause any pain and I will try not to cause any embarrassment. I have done it before for both men and women so I am not easily shocked." Her voice was so professional and empathetic that I found I had lifted my hips and peeled my panties off my hips before I realised what I was doing it. Having exposed myself that far, it took only a little more control to remove them completely but I did so with my eyes tightly closed. There was no giggle or other sound from Jill apart from her moving about the room so I gradually peeped out from under my eyelids. The first thing I saw was the electrical machine by the side of the chair again, the same one Mandy had used, whilst Jill stood on the other side with a small hair-trimmer in her hand, waiting for me to regain my composure. I took a deep breath and thought that, if Jill knew all about me, then there wasn't much she couldn't see as well. With a big sigh as I let out the breath I had been holding, I lay back on the chair and moved my hands from my groin. I glanced up at Jill and was rewarded by a warm smile of encouragement. "Don't worry so much, Jane," she told me in a conspiratorial whisper. "I know what to do and no-one else will know. I own this salon and certainly wouldn't ruin our reputation by being anything but confidential and discrete." With that she gently pressed my knees apart and switched on the trimmer. I tried to watch but it was a strain on my neck so all I saw was the dark curly hair fall away to the left of my tiny penis. "I see and hear many things from my customers, Jane, and they all know everything is private," continued Jill as she worked her way around my genitals. "I have quite a large clientele of men as well as women, which is nice because it means that men are at last beginning to try to look good. And look good for themselves and their partners in the way they want to look, that is important I think." Jill finished with the trimmer and put it away then took a small hand vacuum cleaner and removed all the cut hair from my groin while I lay back and pondered her words. I suppose she was right, for my appearance was of prime importance to Vanya and I - in fact it was directly the cause of my present plight! I began to wonder how many other couples were playing the same games we were, a new thought because up until then I had somehow felt we were unique. Yes, there were all the letters and articles that Vanya dealt with but somehow it hadn't seemed real up till then. I became aware of a smell in the air and looked down to see Jill busy at my groin again, this time with the electrical thing. She was holding the wand like a pen and pressing its point lightly into my skin in different places. Each time she did there was a slight tingle for less than a second. I asked what she was doing. "Don't be concerned, it's only electrolysis. Like your eyebrows, it stops the hair regrowing so you won't have to shave or pluck the hair anymore," Jill answered continuing to concentrate on her task. My hand flew up to my eyebrows, finding only a few wisps of hair where there had been a healthy growth! Jill stopped with my movement and looked up. "Didn't Vanya tell you what she had asked for?" she asked and I was so surprised at the change all I could do was shake my head in answer. Again Jill smiled gently and said, "Well, enjoy the surprise because once we've done your make-up you will really appreciate the difference. Now stay still and I'll finish off down here." I don't know how much longer she worked on me for my mind was back into the whirlwind state Vanya loved to create. These changes, I knew, were permanent. After electrolysis the hair follicles would be dead: up until now all the things we had done were reversible, the changes to my figure, the hormones and all the rest. Suddenly Vanya had begun playing a whole new game, I thought. No, I realised a moment later, she was not playing any game - this is for real! Some of the tingling was a bit stronger than the rest as Jill worked her way over the soft skin of my testicles but it was soon complete and Jill thankfully switched off the strong spotlight then put the equipment away. "Next time we'll check to make sure we've got every hair, but it is easy to miss one or two," she told me as she did so. Perhaps it was relief that she was finished or the thought of a repeat performance, maybe both but I suddenly burst into tears. Jill didn't say anything but did pass me a few tissues. I didn't cry for long and felt very foolish at doing so. Jill's hand resting on my shoulder helped and blowing my nose did so as well. I started to apologise but Jill hushed me, saying, "There is nothing to worry about, Jane. In here you can be yourself so just relax." With that she lowered the chair and the back began to rise. By the time it was back to its previous position Jill passed me my purple latex panties and I slipped them over my feet, then stood so that I could pull them up my thighs. Jill noticed me standing on tiptoe and, without a word, placed my shoes in front of me. I thanked her and slipped my feet into them, feeling much more comfortable. Despite Jill looking on I couldn't help running my fingers over my groin, finding it so incredibly smooth without a trace of hair. I finally pulled my panties into position as Jill commented, "You won't be sorry. It feels so much nicer without pubic hair. Now, slip this gown on and we'll go next door and see to your hair." I felt enormously better with the pink satin gown tied around me, after my unexpected exposure in front of Jill. If she hadn't been so professional, tactful and competent the experience would have been far worse than the nightmare it seemed at the time. In hindsight it wasn't so bad but at the time... Jill lead the way out of the room and through to the next, carrying my stockings, dress and handbag, putting them on a hook and shelf in this new, brightly lit pink room, occupied by Mandy and another chair, although this looked much more comfortable and far less threatening. "Hi!" greeted Mandy. "Have a seat and I'll start on your hair, Jane," she offered with a warm smile and I happily did so, although I did begin to wonder what to say if she asked about styles or anything else. This time I hoped that Vanya had taken care of the details! My hair was washed and rinsed, then treated with several lotions before being washed again. Although there was no mirror in the room I did catch sight of the end of my damp hair and was sure it was a lighter shade now, so I relaxed, knowing that Vanya had taken care of everything. Mandy seemed to be a very capable hairdresser so I lay back and let her snip away, eventually having to sit up while she put rollers into my hair. A while later the hood of a drier was placed over my head and I relaxed again while my hair was dried. Eventually the drier had done its work and Mandy took out the rollers and began styling my hair once more. I missed a mirror then, because I wanted to see how I looked and also to watch what Mandy was doing. Instead I just had to sit and wait. At last she tossed her brushes and combs into a tray on the stainless steel trolley, smiled and said, "I think you will like the new you, Jane. Vanya did say I wasn't to let you see your hair until she was with you so please excuse me for not giving you a mirror. Let me call Suzy and she can begin your make-up." With another smile she removed the nylon cape from my shoulders and wheeled her trolley from the room. A few minutes later a short girl in her mid-twenties pushed another one in, her bubbly voice introducing herself as Suzy and, almost without a pause in her chatting, she placed a small bib around my neck and began rubbing creams and lotions onto of my face and neck, massaging each one deep into my skin. It was extremely relaxing and I found myself almost in a trance beneath Suzy's skilful fingers. She must have spent at least an hour on my face before she really started using cosmetics and by her concentration and sureness it was obvious she was an expert. Sometime during the facial massage Mandy came back into the room and began working on the nails of my right hand. Soon it was the turn of my left hand then, a while later, my toenails. I sank deeper into the trance of enjoyment, mentally reflecting how right Vanya was: it was wonderful to be pampered! I heard the door open again and heard Jill's confident voice softly say, "That is a very good job of work, Suzy. Are you nearly finished?" That girl replied that she just needed to finish my lipstick and Mandy added that she was done. Jill waited until both girls had cleared away their kit and left the room then, with a warm smile, said to me. "We can get you dressed now, Jane." She pressed a button and the chair became more upright then she passed me my stockings. After pausing briefly to admire my beautifully manicured and pink varnished toenails I soon had them in place and she slipped my shoes onto my feet. Jill helped me to my feet, took my satin gown and, after I had straightened my stockings, passed me my slip. She brought over my lovely angora dress and held it for me to step into, then zipped up the back. Finally she passed me my handbag and, with a huge smile, commented "You look really beautiful, Jane," as she dabbed absently at my hair. "Vanya has coffee waiting for you next door so let's go and surprise her," she added as she gently took my hand and led me across the room. Through the opened door I saw Vanya's head swing round as I stepped forward. The look of awed surprise as she stared at me gave the first hint that I did indeed look different and I smiled nervously at her. She returned the smile saying, "Wow! Never the ugly duckling but certainly a very pretty swan!" Vanya looked me over very carefully then said to Jill "Your girls have done a stunning job, just as you promised." To judge by how nicely Vanya looked Jill and her staff were real artists and I told them so. Jill smiled at the compliment while Vanya grinned as our eyes locked for a moment and she squeezed my hand lovingly. While they chatted for a few moments on my transformation I got even more frustrated at not seeing what had changed and found I was even trying to get a glimpse of myself in the reflection of the coffee pot. Vanya's tinkling chuckle made me look up, as she said, "Let's not keep her in suspense any longer, Jill. Where is the nearest full-length mirror, please?" Jill smiled knowingly and, grabbing my hand, said, "Through here," as she pulled me with her and Vanya took my other hand to crowd me through the doorway. She turned me to the left and suddenly I was staring into a complete wall of mirror and my mouth opened in surprise as I accepted what I was looking at. Both Vanya and I had taken pride in making me into a slightly pretty looking girl through her skills with cosmetics and beauty aids but what a difference professional ability had made. I would never win contests but my reflection showed a pretty, extremely feminine face with perfect cover-girl make-up, surrounded by a halo of soft blonde hair, much lighter than before, the highlights in it glittering under the harsh fluorescent lighting. Vanya laughed happily at my open amazement before asking, "Jill is a very professional lady and I know you like what you see. Did you realise you were this pretty, Jane?" I started to slowly shake my head as I took in the details of my new fine eyebrows, my long dark lashes, warm creamy skin and seductive pink lipstick that seemed to make my lips fuller and more prominent. At last I recovered my voice and so many questions poured out along with thanks to both Vanya and Jill which, combined with their comments and questions, made for many long minutes of excited chatter and I remember thinking 'so this is girl-talk' with part of my mind. Something Jill had said suddenly cut through my thoughts and I replayed her words in my mind. "Jane needs long dangly earrings with that hair-style. Shall I pierce her ears now?" she had quietly asked Vanya. I watched as Vanya nodded with a smile, my trepidation rising as I thought of what was to follow, slightly offset as I imagined such earrings on my reflected image and liked the thought. Vanya squeezed my hand and I found myself sitting in a chair facing a shelf below a make-up mirror as Jill slid from view. She returned moments later grasping a small case, which placed on the shelf in front of me and opened. It contained a tiny gun-like object that she took out and began fiddling with before turning to face me. She asked Vanya to draw my hair back from my ears then looked closely before commenting, "I'm going to put two in each ear - she has such lovely big lobes that you'll be able to mix and match so many combinations of style." This comment was to Vanya, of course, who nodded her agreement and, without even asking my permission she brought up the machine to my right ear. I held my breath, not knowing how painful it would be when a sudden loud click accompanied a sharp pinprick and suddenly Jill was fiddling with the gun at the shelf again. In the mirror I saw the outer edge of my right lobe now sparkled in the bright lights. I reached up to touch it and jabbed it accidentally with my new longer nails before I could feel the small stud in front and a tiny clip behind the lobe. Jill turned back and took some time positioning the gun correctly on my left ear before the click and slight pain told me that one was also pierced. Again I had a brief chance to see the studs sparkling while Jill re- loaded the gun a third time. She positioned the gun right up against my left cheek this time and I felt the jaws of the gun enclose the thicker inner part of my lobe. The click was much louder this time and the prick much more intense, although far from real pain. Jill repeated this exercise on my right ear then excused herself as she took the piercing gun from the room. I stared inquisitively at my reflection, twisting my head side to side to catch the light in the jewels now part of my ears then saw the smile on Vanya's face as she watched my reaction. "Jane, darling, you are getting quite engrossed with your appearance, but I suppose that was what I intended when I brought you here. Don't keep it up too long or you'll be known as Vain Jane!" Her soft, loving voice conveyed so clearly how happy she was and I bubbled inside with her love for me, squeezing her hand to let her know I knew. Jill came back into the room clutching a bottle and some tissues in one hand and a packet in the other. She soaked one of the tissues with liquid, its smell letting me know it was surgical spirit, and began swabbing both ear lobes and I shivered at the cool touch. Taking what looked like a tiny pair of pliers, Jill gripped the front of one stud and worked the tool behind my lobe. As she stood up I realised she had taken out the stud closest to my face in my left ear. Opening the packet and using more spirit, she straightened up holding a large gold ring about 3" in diameter which she brought over and pressed to my ear. It pricked again for a moment then she stood to repeat her work on the other side. When, at last, she was finished she took my hands and pulled me to my feet so that I could look closely in the mirror and I loved it! The big gold loops swung from my lobes close to my face whilst the tiny diamonds glittered just outside the rings. I shook my head slightly enjoying the sway of the rings and, even, the slight ache as they did so. Jill watched quietly for a moment then told me, "I should have left the studs in until they heal but I thought you would like the full visual effect right now. You must clean the piercings at least twice a day for a couple of weeks and try not to pull them too much. Also, don't leave them out otherwise we'll have to re-pierce them later." She turned to Vanya and asked, "Do you like them?" "They are perfect," said Vanya with a nod of her head. "I had intended piercing her ears at home but never got round to it. It was silly of me to miss it but now you have done it properly. Next time you can add some small rings around the top of her ears as well," and Jill nodded in understanding. In a matter-of-fact voice she went on to ask "Can you do body-piercing or recommend some-one, Jill?" The latter nodded and said they frequently do so. "That will wait for our next visit, then," said Vanya Jill patted and fussed my hair back into place and, after farewells, thank-yous and Vanya paying the bill, we left the salon some three hours later. I walked confidently beside Vanya as we strolled through the mall, being aware and very proud of the increased number of stares that we received from those around us. We walked into a couple of stores and I realised that the staff were quicker to respond and genuinely tried harder to please. I hadn't even suspected this aspect of looking good - I had never even thought of it before that day but Vanya laughed at my naivety later and confirmed my observations. We stopped for a late lunch in a sidewalk cafe and I revelled in the appreciative stares as we ate, drank coffee and chatted. I knew that I exuded femininity from every look, every movement and loved knowing it. A glance at Vanya caused a proud, knowing smile on my lover's face and a sparkle in her eyes that said how much she loved doing this to - and for - me. More shopping followed though we bought little, then a visit to a cinema to watch a romantic comedy found us sitting engrossed in the film, holding hands gently in the wonder of sharing. We finished up having a late dinner in an Italian restaurant and enjoying a couple of glasses of fine red wine. Later, strolling through the almost deserted mall on our way back to the car, I tried to thank Vanya for such a wonderful day but couldn't really find the words to properly express myself. Her smile and the grip of her fingers on my wrist told me she knew what I was trying to say, then she whispered, "When I get you home you will show me your gratitude. Having you look so beautiful has made me feel pretty needy, let me tell you, and I want your tongue to cover every inch of my body before concentrating where you know I need it." I happily agreed, knowing it was the only way I could fully show my love and gratitude. In the car I teased her by telling her some of the things I would do when we got home and she giggled at the thoughts, the slight blush to her face letting me know how randy she was. At one point she turned to me with a serious look and said, "You were scared of coming out in public with me. I told you it would be okay but I have had to order you to do things several time. Now you know that you look good I want your promise that you won't be silly next time I take you out." Without a second thought I gave her that promise and more; I had not realised how much I had missed the big bad world during the early part of my transformation. On Friday, a couple of weeks later Vanya told me we were going out again the next day. I thought of last time yet again with happy thoughts and looked forward to it. Late morning we went through to the garage, Vanya dressed in a smart black and white, short-sleeved dress, me in short black leather skirt and cream silk blouse. After putting on the seatbelt as Vanya drove away, I wriggled and tugged at the hem of my skirt to adequately cover the tops of my black stockings, realising how natural such feminine gestures and actions had become under Vanya's strict tutoring. My wriggling also made me more aware of the large plug she had inserted into me that morning as it ground deeply inside. Some ten minutes later she pulled into a shrub-lined driveway at the edge of a residential area. I wanted to ask where, what and why but knew I would be told when Vanya wanted me to know. I did glimpse a flash of sun reflecting off brass at the start of the drive but thought no more of it. She stopped before a couple of brick steps up to the front door of a large house which, although fairly old, appeared to be in pristine condition. I got out of the car with Vanya when she told me to, the stiletto heels of my ankle boots digging into the gravel as I walked around the car to meet her at the base of the steps. Vanya took my hand and stepped up to the door to ring the bell. Seconds later it was opened by a tall woman in her early 50's. She was solidly built but not fat which, with her greying hair and aristocratic face, gave her a strong presence. She smiled briefly at both of us and ushered us both inside so obviously we were expected! "I hope we aren't late," said Vanya as we stepped down the hall towards double doors at the end. "By the way, Jane, this is Dr Struthers," she casually added but butterflies somehow hatched in my stomach at her words - why were we here? The doors opened to reveal a large office-cum-consulting room. A big wooden desk occupied one side of the room in front of a huge bookcase but my eyes were drawn to the opposite side where, in addition to a tiled toilet and shower area, the space was dominated by a complicated chrome and leather examination table - complete with stirrups! Vanya saw my furtive stares and said, "That's right, Jane. Dr Struthers is a gynaecologist but she is going to give you a thorough check up. We know how well the hormone treatment has worked but I also don't want to risk any negative effects and that's why we're here." She smiled at the other woman and added, "Over to you Dorothy, she's all yours." I sat on a tall stool as told while this commanding woman took my temperature and pulse, examined my eyes, ears and throat then told me to remove my blouse. I did so without question, although my mind was in a total whirl, laying it on the seat next to Vanya. The Doctor wrapped a cuff around my upper arm and checked my blood pressure then listened to my heart and lungs, all the while nodding in satisfaction and making notes on a pad at the edge of the desk. "Take off your skirt and corset, Jane," she commanded and I unzipped my skirt but had to ask Vanya to undo the lacing before I could get enough slack to unhook the busk front of the corset. "You can leave your stockings on," said Dr Struthers so I wriggled the bottom of the corset from under the rubber suspender belt and my matching latex panties. She had made no comment on my - or to be accurate, Vanya's - choice of my underwear so I did not feel too embarrassed. Dorothy ran her hands down my back, her strong fingers prodding and poking around my diminished waist then smiled at Vanya saying, "Her waist has shrunk considerably, yet all internal organs are normal though slightly re-aligned. Steady reductions seem perfectly safe but, as I told you last time, her back muscles are weakened through relying on the support of a corset." To me she said, "Right Jane, You can take off your panties now and get up onto the examination table," her firm voice brooking no argument although I suddenly became aware again of the large butt-plug Vanya had pushed inside me after my morning enema. I knew I had no choice so I rolled the rubber panties off my hips and stepped out of them. Standing in just stockings and heels - especially without a corset - made me feel even more naked than completely undressed, a feeling I cannot clearly describe. To overcome that discomfort I moved towards the table with its cables, levers and handles, wondering how to lie down on it, although the leather stirrups at the top of their bright chrome poles told me which end was which. I lifted myself up and lay down on my back, shivering as the cool white plastic top touched my skin. A few minutes passed before the Doctor walked over and arranged me further down the table then began to palpate my upper and lower stomach before moving up to examine my breasts with strong yet surprisingly gentle fingers, all the while nodding in satisfaction. To Vanya she said, "Her breasts are fine, even better than I predicted. If you want to increase their size any more I would be happy to recommend silicone augmentation." Vanya merely nodded her head at this news. Various gland sites were checked and also apparently approved as, with a "So far so good! Let's check the inside," she grasped my right ankle and lifted it up into one of the leather stirrups. Surprised, I watched her push my leg into the shaped plastic gully and locked it in place with a Velcro strap. She moved to the other side of the table, lifted my left leg and similarly immobilised it, leaving me feeling very exposed and wondering what was to happen. The stirrups and poles were adjusted, lifting my hips higher and opening my thighs even more. Dr Struthers turned a handle and moved a lever and I watched the bottom half of the table fold downwards to give full access to my exposed body. I watched as she pulled a white gown over her clothes then added a plastic apron before walking up beside me. She took my wrists and gently lifted them over my head, telling me, "I'm going to give you an internal check-up now, Jane. It won't hurt but it might be a little uncomfortable at times. I need to see if the regular enemas and internal exercise Vanya has been giving you have had any detrimental effects. Just relax - I have strapped your hands out of the way just in case so don't try to fight me." Sure enough, I pulled with my hands but could not move them from their new position in firm Velcro straps. She pulled on latex gloves and grasped the flange of the butt-plug and gently drew it from my body. A large squirt of lubricating jelly was added to one hand and rubbed around the entrance to my body and I struggled to watch as she picked up a funny shaped stainless steel instrument. Dorothy pressed part of the thing inside me, letting it slide in easily, then she began to ratchet the handles and I felt my opening being expanded to the maximum. I must have made a noise because she looked up at me and said, "You're a woman, now, Jane so get used to this sort of examination. I've told Vanya that I want to see you every six months for a full check up and they will all be like this. I'm holding you open with a speculum so I can inspect the inner walls of your body and what I see looks quite good. You can thank Vanya for making you wear those plugs otherwise the stretching might be uncomfortable." With that she relaxed the instrument and slid it out of me. However, she then squirted more lubricant on her right hand and slid two or three fingers inside me while calling Vanya to watch. Those were joined by another finger as she slid her hand back and forth while stretching me further open. It didn't really hurt but it was extremely humiliating. After a few minutes she added another finger then, before I knew it her whole hand slid inside me up to her wrist and she began exploring this way and that. At one point she pressed hard into me and I felt liquid being forced down my tiny clit-penis as Vanya now called it, the Doctor using her other hand to get a swab of the stuff and placing it aside. She continued probing for several minutes and even invited Vanya to try, which she declined! Finally she withdrew her hand but I still felt wide open, stretched and exposed. At least it was over - or so I thought! She said to Vanya, "There are no obstructions and the path is perfectly clear. I can proceed now if you like?" "Go ahead and do it, then," replied Vanya and smiled up at me from between my widespread thighs but gave me no clue of what they were discussing. I started to ask but a steely glance from Vanya changed my mind very quickly. Dorothy pressed her still-gloved fingertip at a point between my bottom and my clit-penis, towards the back of my shrunken scrotal sack and began pushing and probing to find the spot she was looking for. She gave a grunt of satisfaction and began pressing harder while rotating her finger as she did so. I moaned with the discomfort but it was still not agony so I clenched my teeth and wondered what she was doing. After maybe 15 minutes of this treatment I realised she had penetrated me with almost the whole length of her finger, without breaking the skin! Now she changed her massage from penetrating to enlarging the 'hole' she was making and the feeling changed to a different sort of discomfort. Much later she managed to press her two index fingers into the internal cavity she had formed to stretch it even wider. At last she seemed satisfied as the pressure eased a little and I was aware of one of her other fingers entering my rear orifice and probing again. I was not at all prepared for what came next. Her external hand guided one of my testicles into the cavity she had made and she pushed it up into my body! The pressure made me nauseous with the pain and I would have screamed if I had had time. If the straps had not been holding me so firmly I probably would have jumped off the table. Without warning she pressed my other testicle inside me and I gasped as the second wave of agony spread through my lower stomach, then began to fade as both were deeply inside my body. The fingers inside my body continued the upwards pressure on my testicles which, although very painful, was much less than earlier. Dr Struthers then began to massage around the cavity she had made, this time from the outside in, thus closing it up again. Her other hand used the fingers inside me to do the same from inside. Many minutes later she seemed happy with her progress and withdrew both hands then stood up between my widespread legs. She smiled at me and explained, "I thought it better not to warn you of what I was doing in case it frightened you, Jane. At puberty a boy's testicles descend and the vestigial passage, really a poorly formed vagina closes up. To improve your appearance I have re-opened that passage enough to push them back inside your body and they will equate most closely to ovaries now. You will still get the hormonal benefits of having them and, unlike castration, you will still experience both sexual desire and satisfaction. As the scrotal sack now contains nothing it will shrink very rapidly and may even appear like vaginal lips. If you both want, we can enhance that appearance at a later stage as well." I lay there in a turmoil of emotions as she continued. "I have closed the temporary passage as much as I can - it is too narrow for them to exit again and they are now very high up inside you but I will add a pressure bandage which you must wear over night, then tomorrow you can wear any panties you like without any discomfort." She spent a few minutes taping a roll of bandage in position over my scrotal skin then, after releasing my legs from the stirrups, threaded my panties over my feet. With Vanya's help they were soon high on my hips, the tight rubber adding to the pressure on the bandage roll. The bottom of the examination table was restored and I was allowed to lay full length again to rest, although my hands were not released, while the doctor removed her gloves and washed up. I lay in confusion as the pain reduced to a mere discomfort while my body recovered yet from the corner of my eye I registered Vanya washing the big butt-plug I had worn and dropping it into her handbag. Whilst neither Vanya nor I had expressed any interest in genital surgery for me I had assumed the hormone supplements would be the last stage of my 'conversion,' I had no idea that this would happen. Far less 'permanent' than castration, I knew, but there was no way I could recover external testicles by merely stopping the hormones. Then I realised that I could no longer grow a beard - nor in fact would my eyebrows ever look less than extremely feminine or my legs or body grow any more hair. Such fears were eventually dissipated by realising I no longer wanted body hair, nor did I want any unsightly bulges in my super-tight latex panties. My mind began fantasising how I could even wear a bikini on a beach now - and look good in it! The thoughts were satisfying. I was aware of a low conversation between the two women but had not understood it while my mind was running away with itself. Slowly the odd word penetrated my conscious and I realised I was the subject in hand. They were discussing the levels of hormone I should be taking and how best to administer it, with Dr Struthers suggesting Vanya considered time-release implant injections into my breasts. I was relieved to hear Vanya say that she was happy with the daily pills at this stage and watched as Dorothy, sitting at her desk, proceeded to write the prescription. Later I was told to get dressed and Vanya helped me with my corset while the doctor scanned her notes. "Jane, you appear to be in excellent health and, certainly, in capable hands with Vanya," and she smiled warmly at both of us. "I consult with many couples who have 'alternative' life- styles so I can comment that neither of you are trying to exceed what is possible for the human body. I will say that you have been particularly successful as, despite my training, I would expect total femininity in you, Jane, unless I examined you in detail. I do, however, wish to see you twice a year to ensure your ongoing health. In the meantime continue to enjoy and celebrate your womanhood!" I was thankful of Vanya's hand on my arm as we said our goodbyes and walked slowly to the car. Once inside I started to relax then developed the trembles as the reaction set in to all that had happened over the last hour or so. Vanya smiled in loving understanding and, as she did so, I started to cry. "Don't worry, my pretty little Girl," she said softly. "It had to be done and I couldn't tell you beforehand in case you worried too much as you usually do." She passed me a tissue then started the car and drove us home. Safely inside Vanya ordered me to swallow a couple of pills with some warm milk, undressed me and guided me in between the cool rubber sheets of our bed. The tranquillisers took immediate effect and I slept until the following morning. In the shower I found that I was still a little sore from the doctor's actions but the scrotal skin had already shrunk considerably and made my clit seem even smaller. Later, amidst our still unmade bed, Vanya showed that my excitement had not been affected by bringing me to three orgasms in a row as she skilfully played tunes on my helpless body until I slumped back in complete satisfaction. Over the next few weeks I gradually got used to the 'emptiness' between my legs - having always been used to the naturalness of my testicles being there, their absence seemed so strange at first. The external skin shrank considerably until it was merely two loose folds of soft flesh,