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Vendeuse
MarieaAnne Smith
Chapter 1
Suzie & Mary
"Mary, it seems such a long time since we've talked. I've just been
shopping, including a visit to your boutique. I had hoped to see you to
chat, though I did need a new bra, so it would have been nice for both of
us. Your new vendeuse, though, is a super saleswoman. Almost before I had
realized it I had a new bra and panties to match, she even persuaded me to
buy two pairs. I haven't been fitted for a long time so she measured me and
I had to buy a cup size larger, but the new one is so comfortable. She then
showed me some lovely lace bodies, so, foolishly I bought one and a new
nightdress as well. It was really a pleasure to shop there and have such an
attentive vendeuse. But, you know, she looks as if she was John's sister,
she could almost be a twin, but I know that he hasn't one."
"Oh, Suzie, there is a really long story. Come and have lunch and I'll
explain."
As I put together a salad, opened a bottle of wine and put a baguette to
warm in the oven, I wondered what to tell and how.
John, my husband for twenty five years has always had a penchant for
wearing women's clothes. At first, when he told me, soon after marriage, I
was disturbed, uncomfortable and did not know how to handle the situation.
However he was a good husband, became a good father and so I accepted his
cache of clothes and occasional dressing sessions, happily mostly alone.
However, about two years ago, at the age of 53 he was made redundant. The
company was generous in its terms, so financially it was not an immediate
catastrophe, and I have my boutique, which he had helped finance.
He decided to try to make it alone as a consultant and set up an office at
home. It was difficult, but he got sufficient volume of work, interestingly
including a long term contract from his old firm, to occupy him about three
days a week and to provide a reasonably generous income. However, the loss
of daily contact in a big office and, I guess, the realization that he
would never ascend to those giddy heights beloved of ambitious men, clearly
made him depressed. He would not see our doctor, but I did notice that
there were signs that he was dressing in his limited selection of clothes
more often. It wasn't difficult to know as I am, I suppose, a little bit
fanatical about order in drawers and wardrobes so I could see things in
changed places.
I was out Tuesdays to Saturday as I built up my business, a boutique that
sells expensive lingerie, including a line of mastectomy bras and
accessories and a limited range of what one might call corsetry. Strangely,
there is still a demand for good shape-wear and not only from older ladies.
Some of my best clients are well off young women for whom the sexy
exoticism of a good and pretty corset or bustier is worth the expense and
the discomfort - I cannot imagine wearing such restrictive clothing any
more. Though a pretty control panty is, I regret to say sometimes
necessary.
One day, about a year ago, the weather was vile, the high street almost
empty of shoppers so I decided to close really early. I came in quietly, by
habit, and I could hear the radio upstairs. Our bedroom door was open and
there was John, in tarty red underwear and black stockings, in improbably
high heels, sitting at my dressing table putting on make up. I was between
shock and laughter.
"Oh John, what are you trying to do? Women of our age, in fact of any age,
don't dress like that unless they are low class tarts." I could see tears
in his eyes so changed tack completely and said: "If you really want to be
a woman, dear, I can help you, but we will have to start from scratch."
At that moment the door bell rang, so not having decided what to tell
Suzie, one of my best and oldest friends, I stopped my reflections and went
to let her in. She is a very emotional and ebullient woman, and had clearly
come straight from her shopping and she still had a couple of packages,
including that of "So Feminine", my shop.
"Mary dear, it's so nice to see you again. Thank you so much for this
invitation. I just have to find out about your new vendeuse, Jenny, she
said her name was. But first, I must go to the loo, I drank too much coffee
this morning and I can't keep my legs crossed any longer."
When she came out, lipstick redone, and as usual very smart in a blue suit,
white silk blouse, with just the smallest indication of the lace of her bra
showing in the V. I poured us both a glass of wine and we sat down.
"Well, tell me more. The resemblance to John must be a pure coincidence,
but it gave me shivers when I first saw her. So feminine, but so like him
in basic features, but so different."
I took a deep breath. "Jenny is John."
"Mary, don't be such a silly, she can't be John, she's a woman, and he's an
obvious man and your husband."
"I said that it was a long story, so, once I have lunch on the table, I'll
tell you all."
Once we had started eating I plunged into the story, telling her a little
history up to the moment I was remembering when she arrived.
"Well, what could I do? I knew that stopping him from dressing was
impossible (I have done some research on the subject), but if he needed,
rather than just wanted, to be a woman, I wasn't having anyone but a lady,
so I had to help. I hadn't much time to reflect, so I told him to put on my
dressing gown, take off those silly heels and put on something more
sensible.
We went downstairs and I said what we, and I stressed the "we", would have
to do! I got out a tape measure and took all the key measurements and said
that he would have to loose about 7 kg, do regular exercises with me for
tummy, waist and thighs, start a laser depilation process for his face, and
commence some voice therapy. I also told him to start ensuring that he had
as little body hair as possible, using depilatory cream plus one of those
rotary things that pull hairs out by the roots."
"But he is quite slim and in good shape."
"He was and is, but she needed to be slimmer as both hips and bottom would
need padding and, of course she would need decent breasts, all of which
would increase apparent weight."
"Gosh", said Suzie, who had hardly touched her salad, "I still can't see
though how you made your man into a total lady, so I want the works."
"I didn't make him into a lady. I helped him become a woman, and that
woman, happily, adopted rapidly the habits of a lady."
Once we had started together, John was a super pupil. Not that I know
anything about feminization, but it was clear enough what was needed. We
went through "her" clothes, discarding all the tat and making a list of
what would be required. John was all for going off shopping as soon as
possible, but I told him that there would be no shopping until he was at
the right size. He was so motivated that the weight loss was quite fast,
all 7 kg gone in three months and, with exercise, his natural waist dropped
to 32". He had his first two Laser sessions, started voice training and
followed my exercise regime. In fact we enrolled at the gym; he was the
only man in the class, but it didn't cause any problems for the other girls
or for him.
"You know, his depression started to lift; it was as if once again he had a
goal, though I don't think either of us realized at the time what that goal
would be. He also became a lot tenderer and even our love making improved."
"Ooh, you are a lucky woman. When I think of my ex and his efforts, all
geared to his own climax and very little consideration for my needs, a
decent lover is certainly to be valued."
"That, Suzie dear is another story, and not for today!"
When he was down to the right weight and his beard already considerably
lighter, we started on shape, make up and clothes. Breasts were not a
problem - I stock and sell a limited line of mastectomy wear, so I could
fit "her" properly. Hips were a little more difficult. We did some internet
research, but everything seemed to be to stress bottom, whereas I wanted
width, to balance shoulders. In the end I talked to a specialist corsetiere
who took a light control girdle and cut some pads to shape to give the
right width of hips.
He had already found out how to hide his maleness, by pulling everything
back between his legs, but I felt that there lacked a little roundness, so
suggested that he wore a light incontinence pad, that gave her a really
nice shape in front, just like a feminine mons de venus.
"How uncomfortable for him."
"He, no, I think I must always say she, for Jenny as she was now becoming,
said it was really quite comfortable and she can now do a full day without
apparent discomfort. You know, it was very surprising but she wanted to
experience all the things we are glad to have finished with. He asked if he
could have a period, so for a week, I made her wear wet pads, doubled up
for the third and fourth day. I've told her that at our age it is a delight
not to have the curse, but I guess that it was and is part of her learning
curve as she continues, not regularly, to wear pads for a week when the
mood takes her."
"Horrible things! I always wore Tampax, but even then was never
comfortable. That at least is something she can't have experienced."
"Well, dear, even that. I know that he has tried a tampon in his rear and
he uses occasionally a vaginal cream, so at least he (oh dear, I am
confusing gender again) she has some experience of things inside the body.
However, to return to the creation of a woman. We had eternal practice
sessions as to behavior, walking and sitting, using the loo etc. The latter
was really rather fun. I had her wear all sorts of outfits, straight skirt,
with tights, trousers, the whole panoply of possible outfits and then made
her drink lots of water so that she had to go frequently to the loo. I
marked her on speed and her appearance when she came out. All this at home
in preparation of our first sortie together."
"You certainly created a total woman. I wouldn't have even dreamed this
morning that I was being fitted for a bra by other than a very professional
sales lady."
"She did attend a one day fitting course, so she certainly knows how to do
it properly and I get nice comments from some of my customers about my
assistant and how she is so attentive and seems to know exactly what to
offer. But this was much later in the story."
"Dare I ask?"
"Ask what?"
"Well when he is she and you are together what is the, er, relationship?"
I laughed and explained that yes we did things together as two women,
including making love, and that she was so gentle and considerate that,
yes, she could give me an orgasm."
"So you are, he, she is, oh dear my grammar is deserting me, lesbians!"
"Well I suppose so, but I would rather that, than she was attracted to men,
though I know she is very excited when being given the 'look' by a
potentially interested male."
"Ooh, I don't think I could be attracted by a man who was a woman."
"Suzie, stop there for the moment. Maybe we can talk about that later. I'd
like to go back to the creation of Jenny. You know that the boutique used
to be closed on Mondays. Well, when I felt that she could go out without
causing comment; I decided we should do a semi public transformation,
starting as John and ending as Jenny."
I had decided to do the him-to-her transformation in a leisurely manner,
including some basic shopping and a first beauty session. So the evening
before, I had him ensure that there was no unfeminine body hair. When we
started the day I had him put on his padded girdle, tights and a nice lace
bra, into which I put his breast forms. Then male clothes on top, no socks
of course. He wasn't comfortable, but with a loose jacket on top no one
could see anything. We started off in Kendals - I know the head of fashions
and she was expecting us - for the basics. It did not take too long to have
him, at that stage still, in a smart blouse and well fitted trousers,
showing his now widened and feminine hips. We also bought an attractive,
but smart skirt and a ? jacket/anorak, with a little bit of fur at the
collar. His clothes, shoes excepted, and the skirt were put in the bag and
we headed off for shoes.
"Didn't she have anything left after your clean out?"
"Yes, of course, but I wanted to get her into the style that would suit a
woman, a lady, of her age. You know, it was strange, but she, Jenny, looked
around 10 years younger than him, John. No mini skirts, trousers as much as
skirts etc."
At the shoe store, there was no hiding a man wearing tights, but the sales
lady was unflustered and we bought two pairs, one almost flat, the other a
little more dressy, so that now he (still) was completely dressed in
women's clothes, except for jewelry. Then we chose a couple of rings,
bracelet, clip-on ear rings and a simple necklace to complete the outfit.
Finally to the beauty salon, for the last stage of the transformation. In
the cubicle I let him put on the skirt as we waited for Roxanne to do the
make up. Fortunately, she had done trannies before so had no problems with
a male client and had all the skills and products.
"Well, you've met Jenny and she fooled you, so you can see how effective
the make up was. I've got the photos. Do you want to see them?"
"Gosh, yes, of course."
I went upstairs to get the photographs, which showed the power of make up.
Fortunately the laser treatment had killed most of the dark hairs in his
beard and considerably lightened the whole, so the concealer and foundation
did not need to be too heavy. It was more the way she made his eyes seem
bigger, helped, I guess by the false eyelashes and fined down his nose and
chin. Very clever and effective! Suzie was astonished.
"Well, I know that it is still John, but what a change. He is not, you
know, changing into a woman?"
"You are mixing sex and gender, Suzie. She is a woman, he, fortunately
remains a male. He did try to suggest hormones, but I killed that idea
instantly. I could have gotten an extra prescription for Premarin and I am
sure that it would have pleased him, and, I suspect made his breasts grow
and become more sensitive, but the dangers are too great and, besides, I
wanted to, and want to, keep my male man, though accepting a male woman as
part of the package."
Then I showed her the final photograph with wig and jewelry as well as the
little portrait photo we had done later. Both showed an elegant and smiling
woman, apparently totally happy with her look and herself.
"Wow!" was all she could say.
"So, Suzie, that's Jenny. She is a strong presence in our life together,
but doesn't completely dominate, though I know when John works at home when
I am out, it is certainly Jenny that does the reports and research.
Sometimes she will not change before I come in and then we spend an evening
together, even going out to see a film or a concert or to dinner together.
No one realizes that we are other than two women having an evening out. I
must admit that we tend to avoid those places where we could be seen by
people we know as we both want to keep things to ourselves, but now the
circle has expanded to include you."
"What a story! But how did he come to work for you in the boutique?"
"That will be another story."
I looked at my watch and noted that it was already 4 pm and I had to do
some shopping, so said, "Lets have dinner together on Saturday, just the
three of us, women only of course."
"Ooh, that would be lovely, but let me be the hostess, you haven't had a
meal with me for ages, and it will give you both time as one of you at
least will be in the shop all day."
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