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Angela's New Girlfriend Part I
"Do you want some help with those eyebrows?" my wife asked.
I almost jumped out of my skin! My wife knows that I'm a
crossdresser and she's seen me dressed many times on my way
to meetings of the Diablo Valley Girls (DVG) but she had
told me many years ago that she had no interest in
participating in any way. I was not preparing for a DVG
meeting this time. It was Saturday morning and I had just
had the urge to play. I didn't know how long she had been
standing there. The carpet had completely muffled her steps
and, besides, I was completely absorbed in the task of
applying my foundation.
"Well, do you want some help or not?" she asked again.
This time, I turned to look at her before I replied. As
usual, she was impeccable. My wife, Angela, was around
5'8", the same height as I am, but her three-inch heels
helped her tower over me as I sat at the vanity. She was
the absolute image of perfected femininity. Her dark ash
blond hair was filled with blonde highlights that caught
the light as it tumbled down past her shoulders in a curly
mane. Her makeup was distinctive and flawlessly applied as
always. Looking at her face with its perfectly arched
eyebrows, smoky eyes with impossibly long, thick, curly
lashes, and lush red lips never failed to make my heart
beat faster and this time was no exception. Her red silk
sleeveless blouse clung tightly to her perfect 36C breasts
and her black miniskirt showed her wonderful legs to
perfection. At 45 Angela was still a stunning woman.
I managed to shake myself out of my reverie and stammer,
"Well, sure, I guess," and she immediately moved towards
the vanity.
Without saying a word she picked up a rattail comb and an
eyebrow pencil and took my chin in her hand. She tilted my
head back and, using the comb as a guide marked on both my
eyebrows where the inside edge, arch, and outside edge
should be. Then, putting down the comb and pencil, she
picked up the tweezers.
"Angela, are you sure about this?" I asked with a little
tremor in my voice. She paused and held me with her dark
green eyes.
"Honey," she started softly. "I've been watching you do
this for almost twenty years. At first, I thought it was
something you would grow out of or get over but, as the
years went on, I resigned myself to the fact that it wasn't
going away. Lately, I've started thinking that maybe I
could have the best of both worlds with you as my loving
husband and best girlfriend all in one! Of course, that
means we'll have to make a few changes. If you are going to
be my girlfriend, it means we will be going lots of places
and doing lots of things together and you will need to be
completely passable as a woman. I don't want anyone
thinking that my best girlfriend is a guy in drag!" She
could tell I was surprised by her little speech and gave me
a moment to collect myself.
"I... I don't know what to say..." I squeaked as I tried to
calm myself.
My mind was whirling with all the possibilities. I had sold
my consulting business almost a year ago (I won't say
exactly how much I go for it but, suffice it to say, we
were double-digit millionaires now) and we had no money
worries. I had no job to go to, no hobbies to keep me
occupied (except for the obvious one, of course!), no close
friends to speak of, and my wife had just presented me with
the opportunity to live my fantasies to the fullest. It
took me only a couple of seconds to reach a decision.
"Angela, my dear, you have made me the happiest man in the
world!" After we finished hugging I added, "Now I am going
to put myself completely in your hands and let you make me
the happiest woman in the world too!"
Angela's broad smile was all the answer that I needed.
First she turned my stool so that I was facing away from
the mirror and picked up a small comb and the scissors. I
could feel that she had the comb pressed very closely to my
skin and I know that she was cutting my eyebrows very
short. Next, she picked up the tweezers again and began to
pluck my brows according to the guides she had drawn on
earlier. As she plucked (and it seemed like she was
plucking a lot!) she began to tell me all the things I had
in store.
"Oh, Baby, we're going to have so much fun. I just can't
wait to get you all pretty and show you off! Of course we
have a long way to go. We have to get rid of all your body
hair, get your hair and nails done, and get your ears
pierced. You'll need a new wardrobe as well. You're outfits
are a little too conservative for the ravishing beauty I'm
going to turn you into. Then we have to teach you how to
move and walk like a lady, do some work on your voice,
teach you how to dance, and all the other things a lady
needs to know how to do."
Finally, she was finished with the plucking and stepped
back to admire her handiwork. "Just perfect," she glowed.
"Now, let's get that makeup off your face and get ready to
go."
"Go," I said. "Go where?"
"To my Spa, silly. You didn't think I was going to do all
this work myself did you?"
Angela owned and ran an exclusive day spa that offered the
full range of beauty treatments. I had often been in to
visit her there but had never imagined myself being one of
the clients! Again, I was at a loss for words but sat there
meekly as Angela used makeup remover to clean the
foundation from my face. She pulled the headband from my
hair and quickly brushed it out. I hadn't had my hair cut
since I sold my business and it hung almost to my
shoulders. Angela had encouraged me to let it grow and,
now, I was beginning to see why. Finally, she pulled it up
in a high ponytail and secured it with a black scrunchie.
She disappeared into our walk-in closet for a couple of
minutes and, when she returned, she had an armload of
clothes that she dumped on the bed. Following her hand
gesture, I got up and walked over to where she was
standing. I caught sight of myself in the full-length
mirrors on her closet door as I passed by. At 5'8" I was
very slim at only 145 lbs. I only caught a glimpse of
myself as Angela grabbed my hand and led me to the bed but
I could see that my eyebrows had been thinned and plucked
into arches exactly like Angela's.
I was already wearing a tight pair of black panties with my
maleness tucked back and out of sight. I was also wearing
my black, high-waisted girdle that whittled a couple of
inches off my already slim waist. Angela handed me a pair
of black tights and I sat on the bed to roll them on. Next
was a black mesh bra. It was a C-Cup and hung loosely on my
chest but Angela assured me we would fix that later. I
slipped on the long-sleeve purple silk blouse she had
chosen and zipped my knee-length black silk skirt into
place. Finally, she handed me my three inch black pumps and
I slipped them on. Without giving me time to think she
handed me a black purse, grabbed my arm and led me down the
stairs.
I had been out in public before but never in the daylight
and never without full makeup! I was getting a little
nervous as Angela grabbed the keys to the Mercedes and
headed for the door to the garage. I was almost hypnotized
by the rhythmic sound of our high-heels tapping on the
concrete floor as we headed for the car. The reality hit me
again as I slid my skirt-covered bottom onto the soft
leather of the passenger seat and swung my legs into the
car.
"Very nice," said Angela smiling. "You may not need as much
work as I thought."
I tried to compose myself as Angela opened the garage door
and started the car. 'Okay,' I thought. 'Your wife is with
you, she owns the place where we are going and she will
take care of you. You're taking the first steps to becoming
the lady you have always hoped to be so just relax and
enjoy it!' To Angela I said, "Won't your other clients
think it's a little strange to see me coming in like this?"
Now Angela really smiled. "I have a confession to make.
I've been planning this for quite some time and there are
no other clients booked today. I have explained everything
to the staff and they are looking forward to giving you the
experience of a lifetime." She backed out of the driveway
and we drove in silence for a moment before she added, "By
the time they are finished you will be feminized from the
top of your head to the tips of your toes."
In just a few minutes we were pulling into the parking lot
of the Serenity Day Spa. There were only three other cars
in the lot and I assumed they belonged to the staff. Angela
and I got out of the car and walked across the lot to the
back door that she opened with a key.
'So far so good,' I thought as I stepped into the carpeted
hallway.
The lighting was muted and the d?cor was all in light
pastels. I couldn't identify the fragrances in the air but
there was no doubt that this was a sanctuary of femininity.
Angela led me down the hall to the break room where I
assumed the staff was waiting. I wasn't disappointed.
Mary, Veronica, and Kim were sitting at a table drinking
coffee when we entered the room. As they stood to greet us,
I was struck as always by the staff Angela had assembled.
Mary was a voluptuous redhead. Fully 5'9" in her stocking
feet she had been wearing miniskirts and slides with at
least a 4" heel every time I had seen her and today was no
exception. Her turquoise silk shell and black leather
miniskirt hugged her ample curves and the black patent
heels made her legs look impossibly long and shapely. Her
hair was a glorious mass of highlighted curls that framed
her face and rested on the tops of her shoulders. Her
makeup emphasized the strong planes of her face and her
full and pouty lips. She smiled at me and, as I had many
times before, I stuck out my hand to shake hers. This time,
however, she surprised me by moving forward and giving me a
big hug. She stood a couple of inches taller than me with
her long legs and spikes and it felt good to be enveloped
in her soft, perfumed embrace. I hugged her back and we
separated to arm's length. She cupped my chin in her hand
and scrutinized my face.
"Oh yes," she purred in her soft, sexy, contralto voice. "I
think you will be the perfect canvas for my makeup
artistry. And your hair," she continued, taking out the
scrunchie and fluffing my hair out. "We are going to make
your hair magnificent! But first, we have to let these
other ladies do their magic. You know Veronica."
I had met Veronica many times in the past and I was always
enchanted by her offbeat beauty. Her hair was a tousled
mane of platinum blond curls. It was reminiscent of Marilyn
Monroe but somehow more upbeat and contemporary. She either
shaved or plucked her eyebrows completely because there was
no evidence of her natural hairs in the eyebrows that were
penciled into thin, impossible arches, high above her
bright blue eyes. A little eyeshadow, lashes so long,
curled and full they must have been false, and just a hint
of eyeliner completed the look. Her complexion was very
light and fragile looking and just a touch of pink blush
set off her cheekbones perfectly. Her mouth was very soft
and full with a generous coating of glistening pink
iridescent lipstick. Her hair was pulled back from her ears
to reveal four piercings in each ear filled with a variety
of stones, hoops, and dangles. The pink leotard top and
bike shorts hugged her slim, athletic physique and
emphasized the definition of her body. I could see the
muscles in her abdomen and knew she must be in phenomenal
shape.
She also stepped forward and gave me a hug and even though
I am 5'8" and was wearing 3" heels and she was wearing
aerobic shoes, we were eye to eye. Her body was very firm
and it felt good to have our arms wrapped around each
other.
"It's my job," she said, "To make your body as feminine as
possible." She ran her hands down my torso, pressing hard
as she slid them from my underarms down to the sides of my
hips. "I think you'll do nicely. First, I'm going to remove
all of your body hair. We have a new machine that removes
hair quickly and almost painlessly. It may take a couple of
hours, but, by the time I'm done your entire body will be
smooth and hairless. Then I will turn you over to Kim for a
facial and massage. After that, I will work my magic and
create your curves and hand you off to Mary for the
finishing touches."
As her name was spoken, Kim stepped forward. It felt good
to finally hug someone smaller that me. Kim was only 5'2"
and her ballet slippers added nothing to her height. I
would have been surprised if she had weighed over 100 lbs.
but she moved with a powerful grace that hinted at hidden
depths. Her full, straight black hair hung almost to her
waist. Her almond eyes were so dark that it was almost like
no color at all. She had no makeup on and her perfect
complexion didn't need it. She wore just a touch of gloss
on her lips but nothing else. She wore a black, one-piece
leotard tank top with very short and full black silk
shorts. She was obviously not wearing a bra and the
hardened nipples atop her surprisingly prominent breasts
were clearly visible.
"I get to make your skin so smooth and soft that it will be
the envy of every woman," she said while running her hand
over my face. "Now, we need to get you started! Ronnie,
take him away!" and with that, Veronica grabbed my hand and
let me back out into the hall.
As I left the room Alexandra gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Have a wonderful day, darling. I'm going to do some
shopping and running around and I'll be back this evening
to pick you up for dinner. The girls will take great care
of you."
With a tear in my eye I replied, "I love you so much for
doing this," and followed Veronica down the hall.
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