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I now look almost completely like a woman. The only way you
could tell that I wasn't, was by the male equipment between
my legs. Jamie had also worked very diligently on my
deportment, so I also now walked, talked, and acted like a
woman. Well, not completely, but I'm getting there. Jamie
can be a real taskmaster. Am I complaining? Definitely not!
Monday was going to be one of those days where you either
sink or swim, the spa's web site was going live. We put it
up early in the morning, and made sure that the better web
crawlers knew it, and that it got mentioned on a number of
the crossdressing/transgendered reflectors. I went in to
each link and double-checked that it worked.
When I checked it after lunch, everything was running
great. We had already had a dozen hits. Jamie walked in to
my study, and said, "Honey, we need to go shopping. You
need clothes for the spa."
"But, I have a closet full of clothes!"
"Boy, do you still have things to learn about being a girl.
Any excuse to go shopping. It's part of being a girl. Go
get ready!"
I went and changed, and it was off to the mall. We went to
Jamie's favorite store; of course it wasn't the cheapest
place. I must have tried on a dozen different outfits, and
settled for three. All were classy and sexy, the skirts hit
about mid-thigh, and the tops all were the layered look
with a jacket. Then it was off to the shoe store. I ended
up with three new pairs, all with three-inch heels. I got a
pair of sandals, a pair of Mary-Jane?s, and pair red heels
with a wide ankle strap. Along with what I had in our
closet, I was set at least for the first week, or until
Jamie wanted to go shopping again.
That evening, we had a very nice light meal and just
relaxed. Shelly did call, and asked that I arrive a eight
tomorrow, minus makeup, as she had a special look that she
for me. We went to bed early, as I had a stressful day, and
tomorrow was going to be a long one.
Off to Work.
Tuesday we were both off to work. I felt naked without any
makeup on. We walked out of the house together, kissed, got
into our separate cars, and drove off in different
directions. I arrived at the spa at eight, just like Shelly
had asked me to, and Cathy met me at the door, with a big
hug. We walked back to the room where this whole thing had
started a few months ago. Shelly was waiting for us. "Very
nice suit, and I just love those red shoes," she said.
"Jamie took me shopping yesterday. I guess I don't have the
shopping gene yet," I said with a grin, as I slipped off my
jacket, and sat in the makeup chair. Shelly reworked my
eyebrows a little, and then went to work on my makeup. I
could tell that she was applying it heavier than I ever
have. She worked for about half an hour, stepped back,
nodded in approval, and asked Cathy, "What do you think?"
"Girl. You look good enough to eat."
"Let me see!"
Shelly turned me around to face the mirror. Wow! The look
was really provocative, downright sexy. My eye makeup was
something you'd see on a rock star doing a video. My lips
were done in a deep red with a very nice matching liner.
And the way she did my blusher really brought out my new
higher cheekbones. I looked like a very classy lady going
to a major party. "What a look. You really want me looking
like this at the front desk?"
"Sure do. You're the first person that a client sees. And,
we want to make an impression. I'll do this for you for a
few days, but I want you to learn how to do it. I also want
to use this look on the main webpage. What do you think?"
"Sure. It will really grab your attention. And, that's what
we want."
I slipped my jacket back on, and Cathy took a number of
glam pictures with the digital camera, that we could use on
the web page. We then headed back to the reception area.
Our first client was scheduled for nine fifteen. Cathy went
over the telephones, and the schedule book. There was a
chart showing how much time to schedule for each type of
procedure or combination of procedures, and the costs.
Shelly had also installed a computer there so that I could
keep a eye on the web page and answer e-mails. Mrs. Smyth
was our first client and she was right on time. She was
scheduled for a massage, whirlpool, and hair set. Cathy
introduced me as the new receptionist. We had ten other
clients scheduled for that morning, and everything went
smoothly. I scheduled a number of appointments for later in
the week, and the following week. At lunch, I checked the
hits on the web page, 124 since it came up, not bad for the
first day. Shelly also showed me how to touch up my makeup.
The remainder of the day went great, we had nine more
clients that afternoon, and I answered three e-mails. I
just loved being around all these real women, some very
sophisticated. I left at five thirty and headed home.
That Night.
Jamie had arrived home ahead of me, and as I walked in the
door I could hear her singing to herself. I followed the
sound to the kitchen, and found her working on dinner. She
hadn't heard me come in, so I stood there and just watched
her for a while. God, I love her. I finally coughed to get
her attention.
She jumped a little, and turned around. "You scared me.
Don't do... Wow! Do you look fantastic. You look good
enough to eat."
"I figured that you'd like this look. And you and Cathy
must have a direct line, she said the exact same thing." I
walked over and kissed her.
"You stay away from Cathy. You're mine,"
"Are you jealous that Cathy gets to spend the whole day
with me?"
"Yes," she said with a fake little pout.
"I'll run and change cloths, and get this makeup off. And
help you finish dinner."
"Don't you dare? You can change, but leave the makeup on. I
want to enjoy it."
"Ok. Ok. The makeup will stay."
I ran to the bedroom, took off the work clothes and put on
some comfy clothes, an off the shoulder peasant blouse,
jeans shorts, sandals with tan, toeless, stay-up thigh-
highs. I just loved the look. I checked my hair, touched up
my makeup, and went back to the kitchen and set the table
for dinner. We talked about our day, she was very
interested in how my day went. I noticed that she was
having a problem keeping her eyes off of me. After dinner,
she fixed us each a glass of wine, and we went and sat on
the patio to enjoy the evening.
After about half an hour of chit chat, she said, "I can't
stand it any longer." She got up, grabbed my hand, and
dragged me to the bedroom. Once there, she started to
slowly undress me. My blouse came off, followed by my bra.
Her hands went to my breasts and nipples. It's really great
to have real breasts, instead of the forms. My nipples
respond very quickly to attention, and were soon, as she
likes to say, 'Very perky.? This also has an effect on my
male parts, it's like there is a direct connection from my
nipples to my penis, and I got very hard, very quickly.
She continued playing with my breasts, and using her mouth
on my nipples. She slowly worked her way down my body,
until she was kneeling. She took off my sandals, and
removed my shorts. She loves my legs in nylons, and just
rubbed her hands all over them. She removed my panties,
having a little problem getting them past my erect penis. I
felt her soft lips kissing my penis, and it wasn't long
before she had taken me in her mouth. She knew how to drive
me nuts, and she was doing it. Just before I was ready to
come, she took me out of her mouth and shoved me down on
the bed.
She started a slow strip. This was interesting to watch,
looking over my 38C breasts. She took about five minutes to
fully strip, keeping my interest the whole time. As she
stripped, she played with her breasts, and finally her
pussy, bringing herself to an orgasm. After she was naked,
she walked over to the bed and knelt over me with her legs
on either side. She started playing with my breasts again.
And I with hers.
My right hand found it's way to her sweet pussy, which was
soaking wet. We continued this play for a while, until she
sat up, positioned herself over my cock, and slowly slid it
into her pussy. I could feel her using her muscles to move
her pussy around without moving her body. Her eyes were
closed, and she had a look of lust on her face. Shortly she
started moving up and down, faster and faster.
She opened her eyes, and looked at me. Then she did
something that she has never done before, bedroom talk. "I
just love looking at your gorgeous face. Those gorgeous
blue eyes, framed by that sexy makeup. Those pouty, sexy,
kissable lips. It's such a fucking turn on." There's a word
I'd never heard her use before. "Your soft smooth skin. I
just love running my hands all over it." "Your big hard
clit, feels so good deep in my cunt." My clit? "God, I'm
going to come again. Oh, God!" "You feel so fucking good."
She was getting deep into this session, deeper than I've
ever seen her. Her body tensed, I felt my crotch become
very wet, I came big time, and she collapsed on me. She
laid on me for a few minutes, and then her hands started
playing with my nipples, they were so sensitive, that I
didn't think that I could take it very long.
She sat up; I was still inside her. Again she looked at me,
smiled, and mouthed, "I love you."
I mouthed back, "I love you too."
She said, "I have another experience for you." With that
she lifted herself off of me, turned around, and slowly
lowered her hairless pussy onto my mouth. I couldn't help
but start licking and sucking her sweet juices. I realized
that there was something more to her juices; they were
mixed with my juices. I felt her mouth on my cock, she was
tasting the same juices that I was. We continued licking
and sucking each other, until she came all over my face.
I'd never seen her so hot. She had gotten me hard again.
She got off, laid down next to me, and started nibbling my
ear.
She said softly, "Now you know one way girls make love."
"How do you know?"
"I just do," she whispered, "Honey, just shut up, I want
you again. Slow and hard." I rolled her over on her back,
got between her legs, she pulled her legs up as far as she
could, and I started to enter her. I encountered something
tighter than it should be, but everything was so wet, that
I slipped right in, her eyes got very big, and she let out
a deep moan. I then realized that I had entered virgin
territory, her bum. I stopped, and looked at her. She
wrapped her legs tight around me, pulling me deeper,
saying, "Fuck me." I did as she requested, slow and hard.
I finally collapsed next to her, completely spent. We lay
there for a while recovering. Finally I said, "I've never
seen you like this."
"You're complaining?"
"No way. But, what came over you? I've never heard you talk
that way. And, since when is my cock a clit?"
"You're just very sexy, and you turn me on. The words just
came; it's how I felt. Also, you look like a girl, talk
like a girl, smell like a girl, and walk like a girl, so it
has to be a clit. Girls don't have a cock. And, thank you
for a new experience! It won't be the last time."
We lay there cuddling for awhile. She stirred, got up, and
went into the bathroom to clean up. Came back in the
bedroom, put on a nightgown, and robe. She said, "You'd
better go and get cleaned up. Your makeup is a royal mess.
And then, meet me on the patio."
I got up, walked into the bathroom, looked in the mirror,
and my makeup was really a royal mess. I carefully removed
all the makeup, and smoothed on some moisturizer. I put on
a baby doll nighty, grabbed a robe, and found Jamie on the
patio. She had a glass of wine for each of us. We just sat
and enjoyed the sunset.
Settling in at Work.
The next two months just flew by. I had been back to see
Dr. Bob a couple of times, and he was very happy with the
implants. And the company was ready to announce the product
to the medical community. I had mastered the makeup that
Shelly wanted me to wear; I even improved on it a little to
the point that it was now really me. Shelly was even
starting to allow me to do some of the makeup on our
special clients. It's an art, transforming a male face to
appear female.
One Tuesday morning when I came in, I was looking through
the schedule book for the week. I noticed a name scheduled
for Saturday for one of our special client makeovers it was
J. Goldman. The name sounded familiar, but I just couldn't
place it. I thought about it until lunch, and called Jamie.
"Hi lover." "Oh, just a great day." "Nothing really
important. But, we have a special client scheduled for
Friday. And, the name rings a bell, but I can't place it.
And, I thought that you might know." "It's Goldman, J.
Goldman." "Your old boss, James Goldman?" "Does he come
across as a crossdresser?" "No. Maybe it isn't him. Do you
have a picture of him?" "The company brochure. Can you
bring one home?" "Good. See you tonight. Love you."
The rest of the week went as usual. The web page was bring
in new clients, both real girls and special girls. Saturday
rolled around, and J. Goldman was our last client and was
scheduled for four in the afternoon. At about three forty
five, a man walked in, he appeared a little nervous, and it
was Jamie's old boss James Goldman. I greeted him in my
usual friendly manner.
"Good afternoon, sir. Can I help you."
"Yes. I'm Jim Goldman, and I have an appointment at four,"
he replied a little nervously.
"Yes. Mr. Goldman. Shelly and Cathy will be with you
shortly. Please have a seat. And no need to be nervous,
we're all friends here."
"I know. It's that..."
"It's that it's the first time you've had a make over.
Right?"
"Yes. And, I'm just afraid that someone that shouldn't know
will find out."
"No one will hear it from us. Our schedule book is not
computerized for that reason, it's locked in a safe every
night, and only three of us have the combination. Sit back,
relax, and enjoy this experience."
"I'll try."
"What brought you to us."
"Well, I've been crossdressing most of my life, my wife is
somewhat supportive. She runs hot and cold. And will
sometimes even buy me things. It's confusing at times. I
contacted the membership chairman of the local support
group, and had a long talk with him, I mean her, about my
problem. I'm attending their meeting tonight as a guest--I
wanted to look my best. So, I started searching the web for
a place like yours and ran across your site. I read it over
and liked what I saw. Wait. You're the girl on the main
page."
"Yes, I am. And thank you for the compliment on the web
page, I'm also the webmistress."
"You're more than welcome. It's a very well done page.
Anyway, I looked through your pages, and was impressed by
the before and after pages of some of your clients. I
looked over your various services, and figured that the spa
was my best bet."
"Again, thank you. I'm also one of the before and afters."
"You can't be?"
"I am. I found my true self in being female. I got laid
off, spent most of my time dressed, and found that it was
the real me. I've had some surgery, voice, breasts, and
etcetera. My first real make over was here; we became close
friends with the owners, and they offered me a job doing
this and the web page."
"We?"
"My wife and I."
"You're married?"
"Yes. My wife is the one that really opened my eyes to my
feminine side. And, yes, I'm still male where it counts. We
present as a lesbian couple, but we're really married."
He just sat there, taking it all in.
I continued, "You know, you could go to the meeting with us
tonight, as our guest. We're going out to dinner, my wife,
Shelly, Cathy, and I, and then to the meeting. And, you're
welcome to join us."
"Shelly and Cathy go to the meetings?"
"Oh yes. They support the special girls, and attend the
meetings regularly."
"I'd go with you, but I don't want to embarrass you. I was
going to change at the meeting location"
"You won't embarrass us. The restaurant is very friendly,
and there will probably be other girls there. Go get your
things and change here after your make over."
"That would be great.," he got up and walked out the door.
I picked up the phone and called Jamie. "Jamie." "It is
your old boss." "No kidding. It's really him." "We just had
a nice chat. And, he's going to the meeting tonight. So, I
invited him to join us for dinner, and then be our guest at
the meeting." "It will be interesting." "No, I'll tell him
before you get here. Don't want to give him a heart
attack." "Got to run. See you at five thirty."
Mr. Goldman walked back in with his suitcase. He was about
to sit down when Cathy walked in to take him back. I
introduced the two of them and told Cathy about him going
to dinner and the meeting with us. She took him back to
start his make over.
I waited a good half an hour, closed up the reception area,
and went to the back. They had just brought him back from
the waxing room. He had decided to, along with the make
over, to have his legs waxed. Shelly was just starting on
his make over, and Cathy was working on his nails.
Shelly said, "Oh, there you are Briana. I understand that
Mr. Goldman is going to dinner and the meeting with us."
"Yes. We had a nice chat when he arrived. He has a wife
that is sometimes supportive and sometimes not. And, I
think that he's looking for some help."
"Well, there are some real good people there that know a
lot about that subject. He should be able to find some
help."
"There is also some good information on the groups web
page. I'll write the URL down for him. You know James. Once
we're done here, we can't call you James any longer. Do you
have a fem name that you use?"
"I like, Anna Marie."
"Good. Anna Marie, it will be. And, there is something that
I need to tell you before my wife arrives."
He looks at me with a quizzical look.
"We have met before," I continued.
"I would have remembered you."
"No. You saw my male side. It was at some of the dinner
parties that your company, Myers National, held. Actually
my wife used to work for you. And the two of you received
your promotions on the same day."
"Your wife is Jamie Blankenship!"
"Yes." I saw him start to get a little nervous.
"But everyone thought that you were divorced, and that she
was in a lesbian relationship."
"We know. We like it that way. And want to keep it a
secret."
"Don't worry about me. I'm worried that people who
shouldn't find out about me will."
"Like I told you. You don't have to worry about the three
of us or Jamie. Your secret is safe with us."
With that Jamie walk in. "Hello everyone. Hi James."
"Her name's not James, it's Anna Marie," I said.
"I'm sorry. Hello, Anna Marie. I'm very pleased to meet
you," Jamie said with a smile.
"Hi Jamie," Anna Marie said kind of sheepishly.
"Anna Marie, don't feel that way. I'm living with a
crossdresser and I find it very interesting. They're a very
wonderful group of people."
"Yes. But, you're the first person that knows me as James
that has seen me as Anna Marie."
"I don't have a problem with it. And, you shouldn't either.
It's part of you and you're just letting her out. So,
enjoy."
"Anna Marie! Sit still, so I can finish your makeup,"
Shelly chimed in. "Cathy, would you get her wig out of her
bag."
Cathy got the wig. Held it up, and shook it out. Shelly
took one look at it, shook her head, and said, "That will
never do. Briana, honey, go and get one of the 'Amy' style
wigs in auburn."
I went to the styling room and came back with the wig.
Shelly took it, held it up beside Anna Marie's face, and
everyone nodded in agreement. Shelly carefully fitted the
wig on her head, brushed it out, and said, "Hello, Anna
Marie. Take a look." She turned the chair towards the
mirror.
Anna Marie just sat there and looked. Turning her head from
side to side. Finally saying, "I didn't know that was
inside me."
"Sometimes it takes an artist to bring out the best in us,"
Jamie said.
"We'd better get going or we'll be late for dinner," Cathy
said.
Anna Marie got up and took her case into the restroom to
change. When she came out, she had on a very nice looking
suit, dress shoes with three-inch heels, and a few nice
pieces of jewelry. The heels made her about six feet tall,
as she appeared to be around five nine or ten in stocking
feet. She was the tallest of the five of us.
When we arrived at the restaurant there were three other
girls from the support group, already there eating dinner.
We stopped at their table on the way to ours to say hello
and introduce Anna Marie. She was nervous, but the longer
she was with us, the more she relaxed.
We had a nice dinner and conversation. During that
conversation, Anna Marie learned that not only was Shelly
the president of the support group, but that Cathy was the
secretary. And, that Cathy was really Shelly's husband. She
couldn't believe it.
We headed to the meeting. Anna Marie was introduced all
around and became more at ease. She settled in with a group
that was there with their significant-others and was really
full questions. She was going to fit in really well.
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That's my story so far. I'm still learning many, many
things from Jamie, Shelly, and Cathy. When you haven't been
a girl all your life and then become one, there is a lot to
learn. Jamie and I are very happy with our lives; things
really couldn't be better. One last thing, Anna Marie
brought her wife to the next meeting, and it appears that
she has become more accepting. She had been reading the
online articles on the group's web page. And Jamie had a
nice long talk with her, and she is beginning to understand
what crossdressing is all about.
And the statement that Cathy had made the first time I met
her, "Always have been a man, always will be. At least
between the legs. I have the body of a woman and the
genitalia of a man. Like I tell everyone, I was born a man
and made a woman," also fits me, and I love every minute of
it.
(The End)
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