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First, thanks for reading my writing; and second, thanks for taking the
time to write a review. I read every one, from everyone and take them
seriously. I want to incorporate, to the best of my knowledge, each
suggestion that is offered. However, please feel free to come to your
own conclusions, or endings, as you wish to see, in my stories. I
emphasize YOU.
Everyone is different. I may pick up where I left off, in another phase,
at a later date, these stories I concoct in my mind.
I am a TV! and not a TG.
I know some of you may be different than me.
I love women, and I aspire to be,
As lovely as they, in my own special way
We all agree, that femme is best!
Or why would we be here, reading these texts?
You may like men, or you may like women,
But no matter what, we will find our own heaven
What I desire is my feminine side
That is the place, that I wish to reside.
On top of that, I just love their twats,
Of the women you see, that is what does it for me
Their sensual bodies is what I adore
To be like them, I desire nothing more
My hair is short, but I so wish it was long
To have it in curls, how could that be wrong?
To feel their breasts.
To caress my very own chest!
How lovely it would be,
To be my very own me!
Who Do You Want to be Today?
By: Catherine
(PS):
I may kill
People for a living
But to be a woman
That is a given.
I placed the photo in the scanning tray and stepped inside. Once I
emerged from the machine I immediately reached up and fondled my
breasts. Each time I did this it seemed as if it were the first. I
turned and admired my firm rear in the mirror, and shook my wild hair.
Now I needed to get this unruly mane under control. I drove to the
trendiest salon in town: La Vitas.
"Hello Maam. What can I do for you?"
"I want a totally new look. I'm tired of this flat and drab brown hair."
"Come with me and we can give you a consultation about your hair." I
followed. "Have a seat here sweetie." I sat in the salon chair. She
began to brush my hair out. "What did you have in mind?"
"I want it lighter, no actually, I want to be a blonde. And, I haven't
had them since I was a little girl, but I want tons of curls."
"We can do it all, how about we color your hair, highlight it, and then
perm it?"
"I am all yours, transform me."
This was my latest dream. They were all like this.
I would sleep in fits, thirty-minute intervals, that was tops.
It was next to nearly impossible to sleep at night, with the new machine
in the garage consuming my every thought; but eventually I slept for at
least a few hours each night.
I was transfixed by my new toy. I played with the machine, and myself,
for several days until a phone call brought me back to reality.
My mentor had a job that he could not handle, and he needed me to do.
I got all of the details and formulated a plan to execute, pun intended.
My idea was bold, and I hoped that it would work. I figured I had it all
worked out.
I pulled out a copy of my favorite lingerie catalog and I scanned
through the pages, finding it hard to choose the woman I wanted to be.
Finally I settled on a gorgeous young model that stood out. After
tearing the page from the magazine I placed it in the tray, and climbed
into the tube.
This time I felt something, however slight, but I did feel myself
change. I stepped out and admired my new-self in the mirror that I had
placed in front of the machine. I ran my fingers through my long golden
blonde hair. My eyes were a piercing blue and my face was flawless, it
was almost too beautiful!
My gaze wandered down to the two heavenly breasts I felt jutting from my
slender frame. The push-up under wire bra pulled them together to create
a deep chasm of cleavage.
The tan skin of my torso was highlighted by the pale pink of the lacy
bra.
Lowering my gaze again I saw the pink lace of a bikini framed by the
lace straps of my garter connected to the pink sheer hose. The lingerie
was accented by little white bows.
I marveled at how I looked exactly like the model in the catalog, down
to the last detail,
I even had her small mole near my navel. I then went inside to slip into
a dress, for I did have somewhere to go and something to do.
After dressing I slid into my second car and drove towards town,
relishing my new look, and the sensations it created inside me.
I pulled into the familiar driveway, wondering if my plan would work. I
knocked on the door and was greeted by an old friend, but to him I was
just some stunningly beautiful young woman.
"Can I help you?" He said a bit surprised.
"Are you Gabriel? Simon sent me, for some identity papers."
"Yes, I am, did he tell you the password?"
"The dead letter office has been closed."
"Yes, of course. Please come in," he told me, or, her. "What is your
affiliation with my good friend," he paused for a moment, "Simon?"
"I am working for him, he apologizes for not having called for he is
away on business."
He told me to get a drivers license, a passport, a Social Security card,
an insurance card and two credit cards. "If it is not too much trouble?"
I said, a little flirtatiously, I thought.
"Not at all. Follow me." I could tell my old friend was taken by my
beauty.
I followed Gabriel back into his workshop. I knew the place well, since
I had been there many times, but I tried to act as if it were my first
time. He snapped three photos of me, typed on the keys of his elaborate
computer system for a few minutes, and asked me several questions.
"What name will you be using?"
"Samantha Snow. BD: March 4th, 1985. Eyes brown, height: 5'10", weight:
115 lbs."
"Okay," he said as he went back to work. Within twenty minutes he handed
me an ID card, a sweet blue US passport with several stamps across the
pages, a blue SSA card, an insurance card and the two credit cards.
"As always, all of the information will be plugged directly into the
relative computer databases to make it totally legit. Will you be
needing anything else today?"
"No, this is perfect, thank you very much."
"Have you're boss call me, I owe him a favor, and this barely nicks the
surface."
"Will do. Thank you Gabriel," I told him as I left.
Before backing out of the driveway I put the top down on the Mercedes
650SL.
Flying down the freeway I felt my blonde tresses billow over me in the
wind, tickling my face and neck. I took note in the rear-view mirror as
well, as they flirted with the top of the door, billowing in the....
I then looked down and noticed my pink tube dress had bunched up over my
thighs.
I saw the wetness in the front of my panties, and could not wait to get
home.
I ran into the house, stripping as soon as I made it past the front
door. I raced up the stairs tossing my blouse over the railing and
tripping over my skirt as I ran down the hallway.
By the time I reached my room I had the panties off, and my fingers were
massaging my throbbing genitals. I rubbed my nipples as I grappled for
the shiny dildo. After inserting it I moaned in complete ecstasy. I
thrust it in and out, unable to control myself, until I came. I then
realized my feminine side was taking over, and I felt completely
powerless to stop it.
I must have dozed off, for when I woke it was dark outside. I got out of
bed and slipped into a new pair of panties and a bra, followed by a
black skirt and a white silk blouse. After sliding into a pair of black
hose and a pair of black strapped sandals I went to my computer, to
print out the forms for the second part of my plan. First-class to New
York, a short overnight stay and a second leg aboard the Concorde to
Paris'
Chapter 6
I entered the hotel lobby dressed to kill. I wore a baby blue halter-top
revealing my ample bosom as well as my slim belly; a pair of hip-
hugging, low-riding blue jean Capri's,
a pair of dainty white slip-on sandals and my hair was pulled up into a
pony tail which bounced across my exposed shoulders, rather girlishly, I
thought.
I noticed the top of my lavender panties showing as I sashayed past the
mirrored entryway.
Oh well! I thought, again!
I walked up to the registration table to an older woman.
"Welcome to the model search, do you have your packet filled out?"
"Yes," I said as I handed her my forms.
"You didn't bring any clothes with you?" she asked, rather incredibly.
"No, should I have?"
"Why of course dear, you better get back there and find a girl willing
to share with you, we do not supply any garments, only the stage and
spotlight. Here is your badge and number, please go to booth 122 in the
rear, and I suggest you find someone willing to share her clothes with
you, it seems you have everything else." She winked, and I blushed.
I went into the backroom, it was filled with small cubicles, which were
full of gorgeous young women dressing and doing their hair. I found my
booth right next to a stunning brunette who was pulling a blouse over
her roller filled head.
"Excuse me. I'm Samantha," I said, shaking her hand. "Could I ask you a
big favor?"
"Sure sweetie," she said with a southern accent.
"I went off and left all of my clothes back at my brother's house, and
have nothing to wear. Would you be a dear and let me borrow a dress or
two?" I asked, pointing to her collection of thirty odd dresses lining
her cubicle.
"Of course! Pick a few out. I'm not going to wear any of these," she
said, waving her hand to the left side. "I'm Ashley, what's your name?"
"Samantha Snow, it's nice to meet you."
"You too. If looks are everything, you're going to win hands down girl."
"Well Ashley, I consider you to be the one to beat, and I don't know how
I can ever repay you for saving me like this."
"Oh, I'll think of something." She winked, with a wicked grin. "Tell you
what, if you help me with my hair, I will do yours for you" She said.
"Absolutely." I said, as my dreams were coming true by the minute.
"I think this dress would look great on you." She said, holding up a
slinky silk dress in white. "And this one too. But I need to do your
hair in an updo to get a good look."
"I'm in your hands Ashley. I love the dresses, and thank you so much," I
said, and leaned in and kissed her cheek. She did not skip a beat and
returned a kiss on my lips. I felt the wetness building in my panties as
she pulled away. I wanted to take her here. Right now.
After stripping to my bare skin she handed me a pair of black thong
panties which I promptly slid up over me. Next was a strapless bra,
essentially a bandeau, which held up my breasts tightly. She slipped the
ruffled black dress over me and gathered the lacy ruffles in her hands
arranging them. As she did she cusped my breasts in her hands, smoothing
down the ruffles in the front. I instinctively reached behind me and
wrapped an arm around the small of her back. We stared at one another in
the mirror for a few seconds, feeling the mutual sexual tension.
"I'm sorry," I said.
"No, please don't be. I, I felt something, if I'm not, mistaken," she
breathed?
"No, I did too," I assured her.
"Let's concentrate, uh, on the pageant, and we can acquaint ourselves
later," she said, grinning from ear to ear before removing her hands
from my hardening nipples and leading me to a chair. She sat me down as
I remained speechless, and brushed my hair out. She plugged in a curling
iron and rummaged around in a trunk for a moment, and when she returned
she slipped a pair of heels to my feet, wrapping the straps around my
ankles and tying them.
I sat in awe, as she pulled out strand after strand of hair, sprayed
each with a fine mist, wrapped them around the barrel of the curling
iron, and released tiny little ringlets.
My head was soon full of tons of tiny spiral curls.
I had to squeeze my thighs together, trying to prevent an oncoming
orgasm at the erotic experience.
"You look gorgeous Samantha," she said smiling. "Now let my hair down
and style me so we can be ready when they call for us."
She sat in the chair I had occupied and I unrolled her soft curls. I
felt I would explode at any moment, feeling her hair in my fingers. Her
hair held over thirty Velcro rollers that
I gently pulled from her head to produce soft ringlets that covered her
entire head.
I brushed her hair into smooth waves as she asked me to, and which I did
rather reluctantly, I loved her curls!
"Thank you sweetie," she gushed, kissing me lightly on the lips once
again.
"You are welcome, and thank you, I just love my curls," I said before
kissing her back.
"Samantha, Ashley?" a woman inquired while poking her head through the
curtains, we nodded yes. "You two are up, in five minutes."
We only smiled at one another. We frantically touched up our makeup,
hair, and dress before hurrying over to the short line of women waiting
for their turn on the cat walk.
I nervously fingered the locket hanging around my neck, knowing what my
primary mission was.
I followed Ashley out into the spotlights. I strutted down the runway,
my curly hair swinging behind me, with one foot in front of the other
causing my hips to thrust from side to side. I saw my target dead ahead,
sitting at the table reserved for the judges.
What an obese and grotesque man, I thought. I did my turn at the end of
the cat walk, dropping the pill into his water glass so nonchalantly
that no one would notice.
It merely looked as if I strutted and stopped. I sashayed back down the
catwalk and into the back to find Ashley waiting.
"Hurry. We have about ten minutes before we are up again," she said.
I ran after her, and after arriving at our now double cubicle we
stripped down and dressed in our second ensembles. She pulled my hair
down, teasing it into fluffy curls, and I pulled hers up, wanting to
kiss her neck as I did. We ran to the stage entrance where
I sashayed down the runway again, this time feeling my hair envelop me
in my sexy walk. I noticed my targets glass now empty before flipping my
hair around and turning for my walk back.
"Let's go kick back in the cubicle, I stashed a bottle of champagne
before you showed up," Ashley told me. I like her, I thought.
I followed her to our booth, we sipped on the bubbly, and the same woman
came in to tell us to get ready to be up front. Ashley said we should be
top five, I thought differently.
We stood at the doorway with eight other girls as names were called out.
I became nervous when she and I were the only two left. She leaned in
and we kissed. One of us would win this. No matter that I could be the
clone of a top model.
Then Ash was called out, and then myself: Samantha Snow, Miss Model de
Paris 2002.
I was handed a bouquet, was crowned, and was led into the back after the
applause had died down. Everyone congratulated me, I signed some papers,
was told about my future modeling jobs being offered, and Ashley and I
went back to our dressing room.
"Well Miss Paris? What do you have planned?" she asked.
"Probably go back to my room and relax before tonight's party, and you?"
"I haven't gotten a room yet."
"Stay with me," I told her.
"Really?"
"If it were not for you Ash, I wouldn't have finished in the top ten."
"Why, thank you," she said, "and thank you for calling me Ash,
that's...." She gushed, and hugged me like, I don't know....
We crammed all of her clothes into the cases and went out to the waiting
limo. I noticed the ambulance pulling up in the foyer. People were
bustling around the front entrance.
The pageant director approached us and informed us Mr. Vilene, a judge,
had had a heart attack, and was likely not to make it, therefore the
festivities for the evening would be cancelled. I looked at Ashley.
"Would you want to fly back tonight, you can stay at my brother's house
with me?"
"I would love to," she replied, grinning.
"Miss? Would the limo please take us to the airport? We will be
traveling back home, just call us when we will be needed back."
"Of course." She motioned the limo towards us, we hopped in, flew back
to New York, and I decided we should stay there for the night.
"Driver?" I asked.
"Yes Miss Snow?"
"Drop us at the Waldorf."
"Yes Madam."
"Mmmm," Ashley cooed, "The Waldorf?"
"Nothing less for my new sweetheart." I said before leaning in for our
the tenth of our tons of kisses to come after our long Trans-Atlantic
journey.
"Just wait until I get you alone," I said and her eyes twinkled.
We were dropped in front, the doors opened for us, and a young lady
appeared out of nowhere, grabbing us and pulling us through the throngs
of reporters and photographers.
"Hurry, do not stop," she said.
We were whisked in the door and upstairs in a matter of minutes. I held
Ashley's hand tightly as we were led into a massive suite with an
expansive view of New York's skyline.
"Can I get you anything?" the woman asked.
"Yes, a bottle, no," she hesitated, "two bottles of Pol Roger 85', a
bowl of cut strawberries, a bowl of fresh whipped cream, two buckets of
ice, and do you have any good cheesecake?" Dixie asked.
"Yes we do, I will have it all up in fifteen minutes," she said before
leaving.
"My, my, Miss runner-up. You sure know when to be assertive."
"Yes I do. And, I want to show my lady how to have a good time," she
told me. "You seem a little wet behind the ears when it comes to
engaging me, so I thought I would take it upon myself, if you don't
mind?" She whispered, embracing me, and nibbling on my ear ring.
"Just what do you mean?"
"You will see, and you will know."
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