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We had only taken a couple of steps when Veronica stopped
and turned to me. She held my attention with her
mesmerizing blue eyes and then said, "What do I call you? I
sure can't call you Larry any more!"
"Laura," I replied without hesitation. "Laura will do just
fine."
"Alright then, Miss Laura, we're going to get started right
now. The first thing you need to do is start perceiving the
world like a woman. Close your eyes." She looked at me with
a mischievous grin on her face and waited for my reaction.
"Well," I thought, "I'm game for anything at this point." I
closed my eyes.
"Women are much more sensual and much less visual than
men," she started softly. "We perceive the world through a
swirling combination of smells, physical impressions, and
sounds, with sight filling in the fine details. First, I
want you to concentrate on your sense of smell. Just relax
and stand very still. Just breathe normally and concentrate
on the odors in the air."
I did as she asked. It was strange but, for some reason, I
really was able to completely relax just standing there in
the hall. I did my best to concentrate on the air I was
breathing and, slowly, I became aware of many subtle scents
in the air. As I continued to concentrate on my breathing I
was able to distinguish some sort of underlying citrus
smell. It was crisp and clean and made my nose tingle
pleasantly. As I continued to breathe, I noticed a lovely
light musk odor coming from Veronica. I hadn't noticed it
before but now it totally captivated me.
"Veronica," I had to say, "You're perfume is wonderful.
What is it?"
"Oh, you're doing beautifully," she almost purred.
"Actually it's not perfume. It's a body lotion. I plan to
use the same lotion on you so you will smell exactly the
same."
"Now," she continued, "Since it looks like your sense of
smell is starting to work, let's move on to your body. A
woman is always aware of the sensations coming from all
parts of her body, inside and out. I want you to keep your
eyes closed keep breathing and being aware of the air but I
want you to start at your feet and get in touch with every
part of your body all the way to the top of your head. Feel
the way your heels cramp your toes and arch your insteps.
Stand on your tiptoes and feel the way your tights caress
your ankles and calves. Now lower back to your heels and
feel the taughtness in your calves. Every time you move you
feel your tights caress you all the way from the soles of
your feet to your waist. Can you feel the silk of your
skirt move against the tights on your butt?"
"Oh yes," I sighed. And I was telling the truth! As she
continued talking I became more and more aware of the
signals that she silk and satin encasing my body were
sending to my brain. I felt my genitals, tightly compressed
between my legs. I was aware of the snugness at my waist
from the girdle and tight waistband of the skirt. I was
aware of the black mesh bra encircling my chest and lightly
rubbing my erect nipples and the smooth sliding of my silk
blouse over my bare arms and bra-encased breasts whenever I
moved. Of course I was still breathing and detecting more
and more subtle scents in the air. All in all, I was
completely lost in my reverie when I felt Veronica sliding
her hand up and down my arm.
"Welcome back Laura. Keep your eyes closed and just relax.
I can tell by the way you went away and the little
movements of your body that you are beginning to get the
idea of how complex your world really is. Now, I want you
to listen very hard. Can you hear my hand as it rubs your
silk blouse?"
I nodded my head as I heard a faint rustling sound.
"Now, put your palms on your skirt at your thighs and slide
your skirt up and down over your tights."
Of course, I did as she asked. Sure enough, the silk skirt
rubbing against the nylons created a sound unlike any I had
ever heard. It was almost like a whispering voice, or a
light wind in the trees. As I continued to move my skirt
and concentrated on the enchanting sounds, in the back of
my mind I was aware of the smell of the lilac-scented
powder I has used this morning, rising from under my skirt.
I could feel the silk sliding over my nylon covered thighs.
I moved my hands around to my butt and, while the sounds
were much fainter, the sensation of the silk rubbing over
my girdle-covered buns was exquisite.
"Oh, Laura," Veronica finally said, "You are making
sensational progress. I can already tell that you are going
to make a wonderful woman!"
"Thank you," I said smiling. "I think that's one of the
nicest things that anyone has ever said to me."
"Well, don't get a big head. You still have a long way to
go. OK, now I am going to take your hand and lead you down
the hallway to my domain. I want you to relax and trust me
and keep your eyes closed. With each step we take you will
become more and more in tune with what you have just been
experiencing. You will begin to recognize the complete
woman inside you and start to let her out."
Veronica continued talking as she slowly led me down the
long hall. She was telling me about how easy it was to let
the female inside express herself once I was really in tune
with my feminine senses but I was only listening with half
my mind. The other half was lost in a world of sensation. I
felt slight adjustments in my walk as I relaxed and let my
senses take over. I've had a lot of practice walking in
high heels but I never felt truly comfortable. Now, with
every step I took, I felt my body naturally adjusting to
the heels and responding to the sensations that my clothes
were creating. I felt my shoulders pulling back a little to
better experience the feel of the bra. My arms were
swinging freer so that I could better enjoy the silk
sleeves of my blouse gently brushing against my skin.
Somehow my hips had found a way to move that maximized my
skirt rubbing against my girdled butt. All in all, it was a
very interesting walk down the hall.
Finally, Veronica stopped and opened a door. The first
thing I noticed as she led me inside was the sound of my
heels on the tile floor. I listened to the tattoo of my
heels with rapt attention as she led me across the room and
sat me down on some kind of a high couch.
"Alright, Laura," Veronica said, breaking the sudden
silence, "You can open your eyes now."
I slowly opened my eyes for the first time in a long while
and began to take in my surroundings. I was seated on a
sort of massage table covered tightly with a light pastel
purple sheet. The room was very large. In fact, the expanse
of white tile on the floor made it look enormous. The walls
were painted a pastel green and the ceiling had a very
light wash of the same purple as the sheet. The couch on
which I sat was a few feet out from the wall opposite the
door. The right hand corner of the room was taken up by a
spa. It was more than large enough for two people to
completely submerse. The white tiled steps and the jasmine-
scented steam rising off the water made it look very
tempting.
The entire wall next to the spa and the wall opposite me
all the way to the door were covered with French provincial
style white cabinets and cupboards. I could only imagine
the many mysteries and delights they contained. The wall on
the other side of the door was mirrored, floor to ceiling.
The mirrors continued halfway down the left hand wall where
they ended at what looked like some kind of work area.
There was a large sink with open shelving above, lots of
spotless white tile counters and some more cabinets and
drawers underneath the counters. The presence of two
comfortable looking chairs on rollers seemed to confirm my
impression of a workspace. Finally, a few feet down the
wall behind me stood a very large machine that looked
something like an X-Ray machine. I could see that it was on
rollers and wondered what it might be used for. I was soon
to find out.
"Now," said Veronica, "It's time to start making the
outside of your body as feminine as you're starting to feel
inside. First, I want to tell you that this room is all
about perfecting a woman's body. We start by removing the
body hair. I saw you eying that machine over there. It is
absolutely the state of the art in hair removal. We cover
your body with a conducting solution and after, we allow a
little time for the solution to reach your hair follicles,
that wonderful machine causes a reaction in the solution
that generates a very controlled amount of electricity but
only around the hair follicles. There is no reaction at all
from the skin but, when we remove the hair with the skin
vacuum, it is gone for good."
I guess I should have been somewhat alarmed at the prospect
of permanently losing all of my body hair but, to tell the
truth, all I could think about was how much more intense
the sensations from my clothes on my body would be. I was
smiling as Veronica continued.
"Then, after a nice soak in the spa to relax you and remove
all traces of the conductant, I will turn you over to Kim
for your massage and facial. Once she's done, I get you
back again for the finishing touches. I'm sure you know
that almost every woman wants to change some things about
her body. We have a very exclusive process that gradually
builds up layers of very realistic tissue that can be used
to enhance your breasts and your hips. A variant of this
same process can be used to tighten certain areas, in your
case, your waist. It's very difficult to explain so you'll
just have to take my word for it until you see for
yourself. It blends so perfectly with your body that you
can swim, bathe, exercise, even make love and no one will
ever know it isn't the real you."
I couldn't wait to get started and neither could Veronica.
She led me over to one of the cupboards and opened it up to
reveal a small closet and a couple of shelves. "I want you
to take off all of your clothes and put them in this
closet. When you're done, come back over to the table."
Veronica could see my hesitation.
"Come on, Laura, remember, you're on your way to becoming
one of us and women are not shy about showing their bodies
to each other."
Putting aside my reluctance, I began to disrobe. The skirt
came first and, as I slid it down my nylon-covered legs,
the sensation of the silk sliding against my nylons sent a
shiver up my spine. I hung up my skirt and unbuttoned my
blouse. I was immediately aware of the cool air flowing
from the air conditioner blowing across my chests. Next, my
heels went on a shelf and it felt good to be able to flex
my toes inside my tights. Veronica returned and handed me a
purple silk dressing gown.
"Put this on when you're done", she said. "We can use it to
cover the parts of you that I am not working on so you
won't get a chill."
I quickly slipped off my bra. The slight breeze soon had my
little nipples sticking out proudly. I wondered what they
would look like once all the hair was gone. Sliding my
tights down my legs I had a similar thought. No more hiding
the hairs with opaque tights. I was finally going to get to
see my legs in real nylons! I unhooked the girdle and
pulled it off, enjoying the first deep breath I had had for
hours.
"Leave your panties on for now," said Veronica as she
approached. She was holding a pair of purple satin mules
with four-inch heels. "These will help you to remember that
you are a lady. They will constantly remind you of your
femininity."
I pulled on the robe and held onto Veronica's shoulder
while I slipped on the mules. I felt the unbelted robe
flowing around my body as I tip-tapped across the room to
the couch. Veronica had me sit on the couch with my legs
dangling over the edge. She wheeled the ominous looking
machine over and adjusted it so that it pointed at the
fronts of my legs.
"The maximum diameter of the effect is about two feet so it
is going to take quite a few treatments to cover your whole
body," she explained. "We are going to start with your
legs." She took the mules off my feet and placed my legs
together. She produced a large tub of a blue cream and
quickly rubbed it all over the front of my lower legs and
the tops of my feet. Then she stepped behind the machine
and, after she had fine-tuned the positioning, I heard a
low hum as she turned it on.
I didn't really feel anything as she left it on for only a
few seconds. After a few more seconds, though, my legs
began to tingle and itch just a little. It was a little
uncomfortable but nothing I couldn't handle. After about
five minutes Veronica produced what looked like a little
car vacuum and proceeded to move the little nozzle down my
legs where the cream had been applied. Other than a slight
pulling on my skin, I felt nothing as she did her work.
When she was finished she stood up and took my hand.
"Now," she said smiling, "Feel this." I couldn't believe it
as I ran my hand up and down my smooth shins. There wasn't
a trace of stubble and I had to remind myself that I was a
lady to keep from creating an embarrassing bulge in my
panties. Next, she had me lay back and spread my legs and
she repeated the process, first on one thigh and then the
other. That's pretty much the way it went for the next
couple of hours. She moved me around into various positions
so the machine could reach all the parts of my body and,
other than the occasional hum from the machine and the
sound of the vacuum, we were silent. She had me remove my
panties so she could do my butt and genitals and, when she
was done down there, the only hair I had on my body was a
thin strip right above my penis.
Next, she covered my eyes with a couple of cool pads and
carefully performed the procedure on my face. As she gently
vacuumed away the remains of the cream (and my facial hair
as well!) I realized I had taken a very large first step on
the road to complete femininity. I had no hair on my face
or body and Veronica had assured me that the hair would
never grow back. Short sleeves and shorts would now display
my permanently hairless skin for all to see and, without my
usual shadow of a beard, I was sure that my face would look
androgynous at best.
Veronica led me to the spa and, as I eased down in the
scented water, she turned on the whirlpool jets. As the
swirling water relaxed my muscles, I felt myself slipping
into a deeply meditative state. I remembered Veronica's
coaching and tried to let the woman within me come to the
fore. I was aware of the wound of the whirlpool, the
delicious smell of the lilac scented steam rising around me
and, as I explored the sensations in my body, it seemed
that I could feel each bubble from the jets gliding over my
smooth and hairless body. I don't know how long she left me
there but, when I finally felt the jets stop, I felt more
feminine than I ever had before.
Veronica handed me a large fluffy towel and reminded me to
pat myself dry. She handed me my robe again and I slipped
the mules back on my feet. The robe felt amazing as it
slithered over my smooth and hairless skin. As I followed
her to the door I noticed that my hips seemed to be
naturally swaying back and forth in time with the clicking
of my heels on the tile.
"If you think you're relaxed now," Veronica said with a big
grin as she led me out the door and back into the hall,
"Just wait until Kim gets finished with you! She is an
absolute magician."
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