The Replacement Model
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On the way home I wondered why I had agreed to all of this.
Part I (the past)
He had a fetish, definitely concerning them, items of lingerie that is.
That's how it had started anyhow. He loved to go into stores at the mall and
pretend he was buying them for his wife or girlfriend, to feel the soft
fabrics, and imagine how they would feel hugging his skin tightly. The
internet was fine, but he liked to touch what he would be buying, and
wearing.
He also tried to make it a point to shop around, as he didn't want to be
made by an employee of any of the stores he journeyed into. Shopping before
Valentine's or Christmas was another ruse, his reasoning being no woman
would think anything of a man if he were browsing the aisles before these
particular holidays.
He awoke, and the feminine side in him felt depressed, only one thing to
do he thought, go shopping. Something about shopping for lingerie lifted his
spirits. He showered, shaving his body while in the running water, something
he now did three times a week so as to be easier each time, and get it
smoother, he dabbed some powder on, slipped into his favorite pink satin
panties, and then donned a pair of jeans and a t-shirt for his excursion to
a woman's store.
While eating breakfast he thought of where he should go, it had to be
someplace new, for he had visited most of the stores on this side of town
since before Christmas. After browsing through the yellow pages he found it,
Madame Micelle's Lingerie Boutique. It was a good hour away, but he was
apprehensive about being recognized as a man who bought lingerie frequently,
but if he were to get caught he really didn't care.
His only regrets when going out on sprees such as this was that he could
not dress like he wished he could. In a dress, lingerie underneath, clad in
heels, hair curled up, and his face made up. Wearing the soft panties was
the only satisfaction he had, it seemed.
He pulled into the mall parking lot, locked up the car, and entered the
mall. He walked past the mall's salon and saw the women being teased and
combed, and the unmistakable scent of perm solution wafting out caused
arousal in him immediately. Oh how he wished he could sit in one of those
chairs and be pampered. Someday, he thought, someday.
The lingerie shop was larger than he expected, and was not limited to
strictly undergarments. It carried dresses both formal and casual, skirts
and blouses, swimwear, pant suits, and tons of shoes; although they all
seemed a little more on the erotic, or risqu?, side. After casually looking
through intimates for several minutes he was approached by an employee, with
golden blonde hair, he was envious of her mane.
"May I help you sir?"
"Yes, I am looking for something my girlfriend and I can enjoy for
Valentine's." He told her. "But I think I can probably find it."
"Just let me know if I can help." She said before retreating.
"Thank you." He replied.
He continued to look through the items on rack after rack until he came
nearer to the women congregated by the counter in the back. He dropped a
lace teddy to the floor and scooped down to pick it up quickly, hearing
several giggles behind him. He didn't give it much thought, but still felt
embarrassed for his clumsiness. He made his way to the dress section tucked
into a little room in the rear of the store. Wow! He thought. Some of these
things he had never seen. A floor length chiffon gown with fluffy marabou
trim caught his eye.
"That's one of my favorite items, I have one in my closet." He heard.
"It is very nice." Was his reply.
"It's very soft and sexy. What size is your girlfriend?" The woman asked.
"Size eight." He told her, and noticed her look at his body, seemingly
sizing him up.
"Okay, I think I have something you might like. Follow me." She asked. So he
followed her to a wall covered in pre-packaged garments.
"This is our barely there collection, you will need a bra in 34C, and a
large panty, I am going to guess your color is pink?" She asked him.
"Um, pink will be fine if you suggest." He feebly replied.
"And maybe this pair of pink sheer pantyhose." She said, handing him the
packages. "Hang on just a minute please." She walked to another saleswoman,
who was a blonde as well, and whispered something into her ear before
returning. "Sorry about that. If you would follow Susie, she has something
else that I think you might like."
He was confused, but did as she asked and followed the brunette haired
Susie from behind the counter back into the rear of the store, once there
she held open a door.
"This one is all ready for you dear." She said while motioning for him to
enter.
He didn't know what to do, so he went into the changing room. He heard the
door close behind him, and his heart raced when he saw what was lying on the
bench before him. Two breast forms, and after picking them up he noticed
they were 34C. How did they know? He thought., and before he could answer
his own question the two blondes entered and did that for him.
"We saw your pretty little panties when you bent over to pick up that
lingerie you dropped. What is your name princess?"
"John." He replied, as one of them started undoing his pony tail.
"No, what is your other name?" The other asked.
"I, I don't have one."
"Well," she thought, "how about Joni?"
"Um, okay." He replied.
"It really is okay, we have no problem with you experiencing your feminine
side, as a matter of fact we are here to encourage you. Just let us show you
how you might look."
He was speechless as one removed his jeans and slipped his shirt over his
head, and the other began to brush his hair out. He looked at his reflection
in the mirror. They cooed when they saw he was shaved.
His old panties were removed and tossed aside as the new ones were slipped
up over him. The brunette then entered with something and it was slipped up
snugly around his abdomen and rear end. It was a pink silk girdle he now
saw. It hid his growing bulge, cinched in his tummy, and lifted his rear up
to be more firm, he could feel. The bra was wrapped around him and clasped
in the back, and the breast forms were shimmied into the front, they were a
perfect fit. He was asked to sit and the two blondes rolled the sheer
stockings up his smooth legs, and after rising as asked, the straps were
fitted connecting the girdle to the sheer pink hose. He admired himself to
their delight. If not for his bare face he would be nothing less than a
woman, he eagerly thought.
"How about this one Jenny?" The brunette asked the golden haired beauty. "I
think the pinks will match perfectly."
"It's perfect!" She replied.
The three women slipped the tight tube dress over him, working the fabric
down to where the hem was set just above his knees. She was right, it was
perfect. It hugged his new chest, was slightly open in the back but still
covered his bra straps, and showed off the woman's new shapely hips from the
girdles forming effects that he could see in the mirror. He had thought of
himself as a woman, he realized. A pair of shoes were then dropped in front
of him, dark pink pumps. After sliding into them he walked around to feel
them. He was overcome with emotion, he had never felt so good, so beautiful,
so sexy, so, feminine!
"You look fantastic Joni!" Jenny said. "Would you like to be treated to a
full makeover?" She asked.
"How do you mean?" He wondered aloud.
"My roommate London owns the cosmetics store across the mall, I could call
her?" She offered with a wanting look on her pretty face.
"I don't know." He uttered unconvincingly.
"Well, I think you would look gorgeous and I would love to see it, and I
think that you would as well, am I right honey?"
"Yes. When can we do it?" I asked eagerly.
"Right now, just follow me and I will take you there."
He was ecstatic walking through the mall. He did not even think of himself
as a man in women's clothing, but as a beautiful woman sashaying to his
makeup appointment. No one paid much attention to him either, he was
completely passable with his pony tail out, and his hair now covering his
shoulders.
"You must be Joni?" An attractive woman asked him.
"Yes."
"Have a seat and I will do you up sweetie."
He sat in the tall stool, keeping his stocking covered knees together not
so much to keep his thighs unexposed, but because the girdle forced him to
sit this way, and holding himself up with the heels of his new shoes. The
woman pulled his hair back and affixed it with a rubber band, and began
rubbing a cream over his face, an exfoliate, she explained. After several
minutes it was wiped off and she pulled out tweezers and began to pluck his
brows. When she was satisfied, she grabbed a tan jar and rubbed the contents
over his entire face and neck, using a small sponge to finish it. She asked
him to close his eyes, and after doing so she rubbed something around his
eyelids for several minutes, followed by an incessant brushing of his
lashes, and a curling feeling too. After rubbing his lids for several
strokes she told him he could open them. He still could not see her work as
she drew across his brows after asking him to pull them up, and then around
his lips with the pencils. This was followed by a smearing of lipstick, and
his pouting and puckering of his lips when she requested it. She took out a
pad and wiped his face with a powdery substance, followed by a generous
brushing of his cheeks. He was asked to close his eyes, and he felt a fine
mist coat his face.
"All done! Here, have a look." She said, handing him a mirror.
"Oh my goodness, I look gorgeous!" He squealed.
"Yes you do! Thank you for the compliment, because this might be my best
makeup job ever Joni." She smiled. "Have you thought of doing anything to
your hair?"
"No, I haven't, any suggestions?" He asked.
"I will leave that to my sister, she owns the salon here in the mall, I
could call and set you up an appointment if you would like." She offered.
"I would love that, when could they fit me in?" He asked.
"I bet right now, this is their slow day. Sit tight sweetie, I'll go call."
He did not give it a second thought, and just sat there admiring his
stunning new face in the mirror until she returned.
"Paris said she is waiting for you as we speak, do you know where it is?"
"Yes, thank you so much London, I feel so beautiful."
"You look absolutely fabulous dear. Now go get that do you have always
wanted. I get off in a couple of hours and I can't wait to see the finished
Joni."
He set of for the salon feeling more confident than he had ever felt. He
ignored the stares of the men, and acknowledged the stares coming form
women. As he entered the salon a group of men whistled and made other cat
calls. He saw the brunette waiting for him and then realized it was Paris,
London's twin sister.
"Hello Joni, it is nice to meet you. Have you any ideas on how you want your
hair dear?" She asked him.
"No. Do you have any ideas?"
"Oh, I might." She said, and looked at him for a moment. "Your face shape
would really be accented with curly hair, and I think a shade or two lighter
would bring out your eyes and lips. It is much too dark for those pretty
blue eyes." She said after pulling his hair down, and putting a book in his
lap. "What do you think about coloring it this color, and having a perm to
give it curls like this?" She said opening to a page and pointing to several
pictures. One was a girl with light honey blonde hair, and the other had
spirals framing her face.
"I think it would look wonderful." He replied eagerly.
"Then get ready to be pampered my lady, follow Cathy here and she will
shampoo you, color you, and I will be waiting for you."
He followed the petite girl with the black bobbed haircut to the shampoo
area where she wrapped him in a pink cape, sat him down, leaned him back
into the wash basin where she began to massage his hair into a lather. She
rinsed it out, and then applied a cold cream that smelled slightly. She left
him there for at least twenty minutes before returning and rinsing,
shampooing, and rinsing him again before wrapping his hair into a towel and
taking him back to Paris' chair. He was sitting there when she rolled a cart
over to him. She pulled the towel off and his hair that was now at least ten
shades lighter, and oh so blonde.
"I am going to roll you up in these rods here, so just sit tight for this
usually takes a while."
He sat and watched in awe as she brushed out his new blonde hair, sectioned
it, and pinned the sections up and out of the way. She wound roller after
roller into the smaller sections of hair she pulled out and brushed. Soon
she had most of it done except the bangs, and when she twirled them around
the small rollers he thought he would explode in his girdle. After she had
finished another girl ran a cold creamy substance around his hairline with
her finger, wrapped a length of cotton around his hairline over it, and he
then smelled the sweet smell of perm solution when Paris began to squirt the
liquid onto each rolled up curl. He sensed he could actually feel it
working. She finished off the second bottle, replaced the soaked cotton with
dry, and wrapped a plastic cap over his roller filled head. A dryer was
positioned behind him, the dome lowered over his head, and the hot air began
to blow the heated perm aroma over him instantly. He sat for twenty minutes
before a girl came by, pulled the hood up, slipped the cap back, unwound a
roller slightly, wound it back, replaced the cap and hood, and trotted off.
Several minutes later Paris retrieved him from the confining heat of the
dryer and led him to the wash area. His dream of being pampered had come
true, and he wished he could stay under the dryer for longer. Paris rinsed
off his heated head full of perm rods with cool water, blotted his rods dry
with a towel, and soaked his head once again with a soothing, sweet-smelling
liquid. He sat staring at the ceiling for several minutes before she
returned and rinsed his head thoroughly. He then could feel the rods being
removed, and felt the first wet curl fall back onto his neck. His head soon
became much lighter without the rods. She soaked his head entirely,
wringing it out occasionally, until she wrapped a towel around his head in a
turban.
"Now I need to re-roll your hair in slightly larger rollers to set the perm
in, you will need to sit under the dryer for maybe an hour to fully dry your
hair, would you like a manicure and pedicure while you wait?" She asked.
"Sure, I would love that!" He replied.
"Let's get you back to my chair and I will set you."
He was now in total ecstasy, he could see the slight curl in his golden
hair even though it was dripping wet. She rubbed a lotion into his hair that
he assumed was a setting lotion, and began to roll small plastic rollers
into the wet hair. They were no bigger than her fingers, but she quickly had
his hair set in about sixty of them, if he had counted correctly. A pink net
was fastened around his head, and the dryer was wheeled behind him once
again. Two girls approached him, one soaked his hands and feet in bowls,
while the other set out their tools. After he had soaked for a while they
each took a hand, dried it, filed his fingernails, glued on nails that
weren't to gaudy, and went to work on his feet.
They filed them down, and painted them in a light pink shade. After a fan
was set at his feet, the two then painted his fingernails in the same color.
While his fingernails dried they painted another coat on his toes, and then
another on his fingers. When they were finished Paris came to inspect their
work and smiled.
"Thank you Cindy and Sally, good work." She commended. " Joni? Would you
like your ears pierced, it's my treat?" She asked him.
"I would love it!" He replied, caught up in the glamour of it all.
"I've got some gold stud earrings you can borrow to wear home."
She retrieved a gun from a drawer and held it to his lobe after swabbing it
with an alcohol wipe. Click. Was the only sound, it was painless. She fitted
in the stud, and repeated it on the next ear.
"You like them?"
"Yes, they look lovely." He said.
"You have about ten more minutes to dry, and I will be right back."
Joni, as he should think of himself, just stared at his beautiful new face
in the mirror. Thin arched eyebrows, dark eyeliner, pink eye shadow, dark
and curly lashes, full pink lips, flawless tan skin, and pink blush on his
cheeks. He looked like a fashion model. He could not wait to see how his
hair would turn out, and he realized not too long, for Paris was pulling the
dryer hood up and away. She removed the net, and felt the rolls in her
hands, declaring them to hot to work with.
"I will just let them cool for a minute. Do you have any plans tonight?"
"No, sure don't. I moved here about a year ago and haven't really met many
people yet." He confessed to her.
"I'm having a little party at my place and would love for you to come."
"Sure, I would love to. What time?"
"Cocktails start at seven, and dinner will be at eight. I will give you
directions before you leave."
"Okay."
"Let's see that new hairdo shall we?"
She removed all of the rollers and curls fell all over him. He had a mass
of curls when the rollers were all out. She teased them and sprayed them
with hairspray before turning him to see it all in the mirror.
"Oh my God! I look incredible! Thank you Paris!" Joni shrieked.
"You are very welcome precious. Let me get this cape off of you and you can
go and show the girls." She said as she undid the vinyl cape. She rolled his
stockings back up and slipped on his shoes. He could see the darker nail
polish showing through the opaque tights.
"How much do I owe you?"
"Nothing, it's on me, just please come to my party tonight. It's ladies
night out, so you will feel right at home, here's how to get there." She
said and handed her/him a map, he kissed her cheek and thanked her again
before going back to the lingerie store. When he walked in the three women
surrounded him and showered him with compliments.
"You look so good Joni!" Jenny wailed.
"I love your hair and makeup!" the other blonde, Carrie said.
"Look at those darling earrings, and your nails!" Exclaimed Susie.
"Thank you all, for all you have done. Are you girls going to Paris' party
tonight?"
"Of course, we all live together. Let's get you something to wear shall we?"
"Yes."
"Let's start with some undergarments, since you like them so much."
They brought him to a larger dressing room and had her try on several
different lingerie sets, as well as dresses, skirts, and pants. They ended
up spending the afternoon trying on and modeling half the store, as a gift
they gave Joni several dresses, and ten sets of lingerie.
Part II (the present)
On the way home I wondered why I had gone this far and had agreed to all of
this, a perm, nail job, makeup, ear piercing, what was next, a breast job?
Maybe, I thought. I never once said no since I had stepped into that
dressing room.
I'd always wanted this, ever since I was a teenager. I used to hang around
more of the girls than my guy friends, I would go with my group of
girlfriends clubbing and to parties together, study with them, and even
sleep over at their houses. Everyone thought I was a stud around school,
even in college I did this and had that reputation, even though I was in a
fraternity. Now that Joni was out on her own I could dress up occasionally,
and now that I lived in California and I didn't have any friends. I could
dress up more often now, pretty much all of the time since I wrote from home
now. I just sent manuscripts to my publisher or to producers, and did
everything through voice conferencing or E-mail. Why not look into getting a
boob job, maybe just a little one so that I could still pass as a man if
need be. Or, no, I decided to think about it later, I needed to get ready
for the party.
As I walked up to the huge house I wondered whether I had dressed
appropriately. I wore a sun dress in a pink floral print , nude hose, pink
strapped sandals, had my curly hair pulled up and pinned with a pink
barrette, and had a simple gold choker around my smooth and tan neck.
Jenny greeted me at the door, smiling broadly.
"Joni, I'm so glad you came, London and I were just wondering about you,
come out and meet everyone." She gushed over me. "You look gorgeous, I love
your hair up, it shows off your beautiful neck." She continued as we stepped
out onto a large patio, there were about fifteen women there, every one of
them absolutely stunningly beautiful.
"Everybody? This is Joni, she is new to our club, everyone introduce
themselves and help her to feel at home." She said to the women. Soon they
started approaching and greeting me, it was almost as if they were eating me
up with their eyes.
"Hi Joni, I'm Laura, I run a restaurant in town, what is it that you do?"
"I'm a writer, some novels, some movies, and some short stories."
"Anything well known?" She inquired.
"Yes, but I write under an assumed name." I told her.
"Hi Joni, I'm Cathy, Giselle, my girlfriend over there and I have a plastic
surgery clinic together." A pretty brunette said. "It's nice to meet you.
Let me know if you need anything." She said, winking.
"Dinners ready to be served." A woman said to Jenny.
"Everyone! Dinner is now served in the dining room." Jenny announced.
I followed her into the house where she led me by the arm to sit next to
her. She winked at me as we sat down.
"I didn't think you would come."
"Why? And miss out on this." I said and pointed down to the plate set in
front of me.
She giggled as we ate our meal and drank several glasses of wine. Before
desert we excused ourselves to the bathroom, where she touched up my makeup,
as well as hers. When we came back everyone was getting up from dessert and
going outside. Jenny stopped me, and pulled me upstairs to what I guessed
was her room.
"I have to tell you something." She began, as she motioned me to sit next to
her in the bed. "I really like you, I mean really like you, and, I want to
be here for you, and want you here with me." She revealed.
"You don't like have a boyfriend or anything?" I asked her.
"No, no. I'm bisexual, but not really anymore. I want the best of both
worlds, and I think that is why I'm so attracted to you."
"Well, I'm not gay, so I guess that makes me a lesbian." I smiled. She
grasped my hand in hers, and I leaned in and kissed her. "You are the most
beautiful woman I've ever met." I whispered to her.
"I feel the same way Joni. I want you in my life."
"I want you so much!"
We held each other for ten minutes or more, kissing one another's necks,
lips, and ears. I wished to strip us both right now and take her, but she
stopped it before I had her dress off and her breast in my hands.
"Not now, we've got guests downstairs." she said, as if we were married,
"Please Joni, stay with me tonight?" As we realistically had just met.
"Yes." Was my simple reply, before kissing her and rising to go back
downstairs.
I walked out into the kitchen and was handed a glass of wine by Carrie, she
smiled at me devilishly, she had to know Jenny liked me. London and Paris
joined us with their friends and we talked for a while before they decided
to go for a swim, and I then realized I had not seen Jenny since I had come
down. I asked Carrie, and she had not seen her either. She told me she might
be upset, and to go check on her. I did, after I grabbed a bottle of
champagne, two glasses, and a tray of strawberries.
"Jenny, are you okay?" I asked upon entering, and found her curled up in the
bed. I set the tray and wine down and sat by her in the bed, wrapping my arm
over her. "What's the matter honey, talk to me."
"I'm sorry I stopped you, I really want you." She sobbed. "I just don't know
if you want me."
"Oh quit it. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, incredibly
sweet and thoughtful, smart, sexy, funny, and I want to know if you are
sensual. And, you read my mind earlier today, because, look at me." I said,
and this brought a smile to her face, and she said:
"Oh Joni, I have no doubt now, you did come into my store for another
reason." She kissed me deeply for half a minute. "I have a matching set of
lingerie I brought home hoping you would be with me tonight, come, let's
change into them." She smiled, and I followed.
While changing into the lingerie, I wished the breasts were real while I
fitted my forms back into place. Jenny pinched my ass and ran to the bed,
diving under the covers. I chased and snuck up from the foot of the bed,
slipping under the comforter. I found her feet and spread them apart as I
continued to creep up towards her. I kissed her inner thigh and felt her
body stiffen, and started pulling her panties down. She finished taking them
off herself, and took mine down to reveal my erection, which she held in her
hand. As I lay down onto her she snuck me into her, I seemed to never stop
thrusting until we were asleep.
To be continued...
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