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Vendeuse Chapter II
John & Jenny
I had, as usual on a Monday, opened So Feminine at 10.00, though really
hadn't expected many customers in the morning. It gave me a chance
however to put the stock back in order. Saturday had been a rush and I
had been alone in the afternoon with many customers to serve, so there
were things to tidy up, a couple of new season range catalogues to glance
at and some bills to pay.
Some clients, especially the younger ones are so untidy and some of our
displays were terribly mixed up. As I sorted them out by size and design,
I reflected on the changes to my life over the last couple of years. I
couldn't help smiling as I thought about the incredible luck of having a
wife like Mary and the chance to be what I am happy being, a woman, in a
purely female environment, even though I remain male.
At 55, after well over 20 years with my company, I found myself having to
sell the division in which I had spent most of my career. Obviously, I
had hoped that the acquiring company would offer me a job, but this was
not to be so. Redundancy/early retirement was a blow, though to be honest
I guess that I had expected it. The company was generous and once the
deal was signed and sealed the acquirer offered me a consulting contract,
initially for a year but extendable. Obviously I took it, set up my own
business and looked for other work. I ended up with around three days per
week, on average, of activity.
I didn't like the solitude of working alone at home, though I guess it
was lucky that I could do so without being under Mary's feet all day as
she had her shop. When the girls left home, she needed an activity and so
I had helped her put together the business plan for a classy lingerie
boutique, with top of the line ranges like Barbara and Marie Joe, some
speciality lines, pretty maternity and post mastectomy as well as a made-
to-measure service for nightdresses and beach wear, using a company we
had got to know in Thailand when on holiday. The business prospered and
though she had an assistant she was there most of the time from Tuesday
to Saturday.
Whilst the financial side was OK, the work side, apart from projects that
involved me in the offices of the company, was lonely and I must admit to
being depressed. Slowly, my long standing transvestism surfaced with
increasing strength. Mary knew that I liked dressing in women's clothes
and whilst far from active, was never negative, provided that it really
didn't intrude on our life together. First it was knickers on a regular
basis, then bra, skirt & blouse, tights and shoes whilst I worked. I
always managed to change back before Mary came home until the fateful day
when she came home early and caught me in my undies experimenting with
her makeup.
What should have been a disaster became my salvation. In later
conversations she admitted to knowing how I was moving, psychologically,
had been worried but did not know what to do. Her shocked reaction and my
tears of mortification triggered something, as very rapidly I found
myself taken in charge. She said that she would be prepared to let my
femininity be expressed, but only between the two of us and properly.
Within days, I had my first laser session to remove my beard. Gosh it was
painful, but as I could see dark hairs going, I realized the benefits.
Dieting was not a problem, nor was the exercise regime, though being in a
gym, in an androgynous outfit made me feel a little uncomfortable at
first until I realized that nobody either noticed or cared what I was
wearing. Voice therapy and training went more easily, but it was still a
long process. Locking myself into the voice was perhaps the main point
towards the end, but it worked and I can now, without difficulty, pass
vocally as a woman.
All these TV/TG stories have it wrong; there is no such thing as a
"quick" feminization.
One reads the paragraph that covers the change; quick cream depilation,
lingerie, a dress and shoes followed by make up and wig. Hey Presto; a
woman!
We must have worked for the best part of six months, spent a huge amount
of money, of which not a great deal was on clothes and I had to put up
with more than enough pain before Mary would allow me out, though I was
spending more time at home "being" Jenny and practicing, amongst other
things, competent and non-theatrical make up. This was aided by a number
of lessons from one of the girls who worked in the beauty salon that Mary
used occasionally.
It wasn't just the body transformation, part easy as such breasts and
hips, part more difficult and painful, i.e. regular use of a mechanical
epilator on legs and arms for example. She insisted that I started to
"be" a woman. As an example, she gave me toilet training. I now know what
it is to have to go to the loo urgently, to wait in line and then manage
clothes, bag and shopping in an often none too clean public toilet. This
was all with the goal of being no more than an occasional woman, though
having been through the process the act of "becoming" a woman, part or
full time is the same and demands the same dedication.
Our first day out together was very strange as she wanted, I suppose, to
provide a sort of semi-public rebirth process. On the day she chose, a
Monday actually as that was the day the boutique was closed, I dressed in
girdle, padded to give me the right shape, hips and tummy area, bra with
lovely breast prostheses and tights. Over this I wore a shirt and my,
that is John's trousers and shoes. After breakfast, wearing a loose
jacket, we set off for town and the transformation. Fist stop involved a
blouse instead of a shirt and chic feminine trousers, with side zip. We
also bought an elegant skirt and a ? length casual coat. I was
uncomfortable, though the shopping was as stress free as possible, but I
wasn't too happy with the increasingly non-masculine look, without at the
same time being feminine. Next stop involved shoes. Mary insisted that I
should have a pair of walking shoes and, at least to start with a pair of
smart shoes with little heals that would go with either skirt or
trousers.
We finally ended at the beauty salon where, and this was Mary's present,
I had the works including full facial and manicure, ending with complete
make up. Lovely! We had my best wig with us and the lady that walked out
could not have been happier. I felt like skipping along the pavement. I
am, by nature, introvert, but this new person seemed different. We had
lunch together; total acceptance from the staff and other customers,
thanks largely to Mary's insistence that I learned to be me, not "him" in
drag. In the afternoon we went to her shop to work together, sorting out
stock for the sales and then home to a lovely evening (I cooked).
At that moment, the door opened and I heard before I saw, one woman come
in. As I looked towards her, ready to be immediately helpful or to let
her browse after a greeting, my heart turned over. It was Suzie, an old
friend of Mary's. My voice nearly went out of register but I had no time
to calm myself and had to hope that the training had worked properly.
"Good morning Madam, can I help you."
"Is Mrs. Fowler in today? I thought the shop was closed on Mondays."
"No, I work on Mondays; we are experimenting to see whether the extra day
is worthwhile or not."
"Well then, yes please. I've just bought a new black silk Kenzo top with
a deep V-neck and need a new bra to go with it."
At that moment she looked at me fully and I could see puzzlement in her
eyes. "Do we know one another? I could swear that I know you, but from
where, I have no idea."
"I don't think so Madam, as I haven't worked for Mrs. Fowler for very
long."
I had to get her thinking about something else, so I moved to the bra
selections.
"What size?"
"Well, I used to buy a 36B, but the last bra I bought was a 38B as it
felt more comfortable."
"Madam, unfortunately sizing is not universal. Have you been measured
recently?"
The reply was negative, so with a selection of black plunge bras I opened
the curtain of the changing room and asked her to take off her blouse. It
was immediately obvious that what she needed was a 36C, or even a 38D, as
her breasts were clearly not cupped properly by the bra. I measured her
and told her what I thought. It is surprising how many women wear ill
fitting bras. Menopause brings many body changes and for many women, the
size that they have worn for years becomes a fixed feature of life. I
gave her a pretty lace under-wired bra, sized, I felt, correctly and then
went to find some more as well as one with a D cup, just in case. When I
returned, she was looking at herself in the mirror. She has, I must say,
a nice body, and the bra fitted well.
"I have never worn this make before, is it French? It is very
comfortable, but I would like something a little more frivolous."
"You need actually a 36C, your back is unchanged, but your breasts have
grown a little; for some models you may even need a D cup, but much will
depend on the model."
I fetched a similar cut bra this time decorated with a very pretty pink
floral appliqu? which she found perfect. I then persuaded her to buy some
matching knickers. She was clearly in a shopping mood, so I showed her a
lovely body which she also tried on and bought and then the new
nightdress ranges. As I was wrapping up her purchases, she was clearly
back on the track of knowing me, but fortunately two women came in at
that moment and I could divert her penetrating gaze.
The two ladies were the sort who makes managing a shop a chore. It was
clear that they were not going to buy enough to justify the time that
they demanded of me, but I had no other clients so I kept my charm and
was pleased even to have sold one a totally unsuitable string (I can be
bitchy, but really, with her hips and tummy, a control girdle would have
been more appropriate!) and some stockings before I could get them out.
I was going to heat some soup and have a sandwich, but a woman in early
pregnancy came in saying she wanted some pretty underwear despite her
changing shape. I always enjoy making women feel good, so it was a
pleasure to show her some comfortable stretch knickers and a marching bra
that were feminine but practical for pregnancy. She was a pleased
customer. Then a man, looking for a present for his wife. Oh dear, I have
learnt so much about men. Mostly they don't have a clue as they look to
please themselves with little idea of what their women want. (I am sure
that it is the same in bed; men need to become women to understand what
pleases them!) He inevitably headed towards the black nightdresses and
undies, so I started the questions to make sure that he bought something
that would please his wife. I finally persuaded him that a pretty pale
blue nightdress and matching peignoir would be more appropriate. (I have
found that if a man can be helped to buy something that will please his
woman, there is a high chance that she will become a client!).
I managed to eat my sandwich before the first client with an appointment
came. As I've said, we stocked post mastectomy bras and prostheses we had
initiated a "by appointment" program, where the woman often with a friend
could shop in privacy. The lady was obviously not long off chemo, as here
hair was just re-growing properly and had clearly suffered,
psychologically as well as physically. I gave her a cup of tea and sat
her down to talk her through prostheses and bras. It wasn't very
difficult to find the correctly sized breast replacement and then we
started on bras. We have a couple of lines of pre-pocketed bras and have
someone who will sew in pockets in any bra a woman may choose.
I had had to learn to be able to touch a woman, often in places that
would be considered intimate, in such a manner as to be professional and
asexual. Not an easy lesson for a male! But, by showing her that she
could restore her femininity, by having well balanced breasts, attractive
under a blouse and wear pretty underwear at the same time, I began, I
hope, to give her signs that she could be what she was. She purchased the
prosthesis and a couple of bras and ordered two others to be modified for
her.
Finally I had my first Tranny customer, also by appointment. It didn't
take long, once I started working for Mary, to identify men shopping for
their partner or girlfriend and those shopping for themselves. The first
were easy, the latter sometimes extremely difficult as they weren't
easily persuaded to be open. Mary had difficulty with those without the
confidence to come as, or to admit the reality of, their feminine selves,
so we worked out a way by which they could be encouraged to make an
appointment for fittings and advice. Some became, by the way, excellent
customers, prepared to pay fortunes for properly fitted underwear. Our
made to measure service was largely underwritten by these clients.
My client this afternoon had heard via the grapevine that we gave an
excellent personalized service and would be happy to help develop body
shape correctly. He was clearly well off and, given his relative youth
probably in financial services. I started by putting him at his ease and
explained what I liked to achieve with him, i.e. a body with which she
would be comfortable. I gave him a stretchy one piece, like a dance
leotard and told him to undress and put it on. Then I measured him,
chest, waist and hips as well as leg and torso length.
I had soon found out that the best way to keep a potential client such as
him happy was to talk, almost non stop, explaining everything that was
being done and why.
"What is the woman's name, yours?"
"Er, Jackie is the name that I have given to her."
"Good. Well Jackie, you know that a woman's waist is normally relatively
higher than that of a male and, obviously hips are wider. It is said that
the perfect ratio of waist to hips is 0.7, that is to say, hips 40", so
waist will be 28". Actually, the feminine form becomes agreeably correct
at 0.8 and few women these days conform to the old rule. Your waist at
the moment is a natural 35", so you need to lose at least a dress size,
that is 5kg and start a waist and tummy reduction process through
exercise. Your hips are 38.5" and we can probably comfortable add 3.5",
thus bringing them to 42", probably 41" when you have shed the surplus
kilos. With the aid of our special girdle, we can raise your waist and
probably give you a comfortable 33". This will give you a waist to hips
ratio of almost exactly 0.8. With this lower body shape, you will have no
problems even wearing trousers."
"But I don't want to wear trousers. A skirt is so much more feminine."
"Jackie, look at women in the street. How many wear skirts these days
even in summer, less than 20% I guess? I am wearing a skirt today, but
that is because I like to keep the feminine feel, but even here in the
most feminine of feminine places my boss and I are usually in trousers.
No you will have to learn to wear, to walk and to be comfortable in them
and then explore the forms and colors that a woman can permit herself."
After that little diversion into reality, I moved to the bust. "You will
need a 38 bra, cup B or C. Most trannies go for the big bust, but I do
not advise it. If anything, small is always better than too large, so I
am going to try you with a B cup and appropriate prostheses."
Jackie eventually left having ordered two padded girdles, both skin
neutral in colour, a pair of nice breast forms, which (s)he took with him
with two under-wired bras, and an order placed for a pretty bustier and
medium control corselet from our made to measure line. On leaving, I
gave him a couple of our cards and a fact sheet with some useful names, a
beautician and shoe shop selling larger sizes for example.
When he left, I started to close up the shop. The till takings had easily
justified the day, Suzie alone had spent well over ?200, "Jackie" a
similar amount paid and more to come and with her I was fairly sure to
have gained a new faithful customer. So, despite the scare of seeing
Suzie, who I was sure had, in fact, not the slighted inkling of my other
identity, I was pleased with the day.
When I got home, Mary was in the kitchen so I started to tell her about
the day, starting with Suzie's arrival.
"Jenny, I know all about her visit, she came straight round to tell me
about it and now she knows about Jenny. We are going to have dinner with
her on Saturday evening."
To be continued
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