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My name is Kellen and I dated Pamela for one year. The first months were
really good but then I started getting mad at some details of the
relationship. For example, she spent almost an hour to get dressed
before going out. When we went shopping it was the same problem, we
usually spent 2 hours to buy a dress or a blouse, the truth is I hated
shopping but since I loved her it was like my duty to go with her. But
the aspect that pissed me the most was her emotional whirlpool, one day
she was happy and the next one she was mad at me, I just couldn't bear
it. So after a year I just decided to break with the relationship, even
though our sexual encounters were great. In our last conversation she
told me that one day I would know the emotional whirlpool of women and
would appreciate the time she spent dressing herself just to be
beautiful for me. That day I was really pissed off decided to do the
thing that would bother her most: cut my long hair, since it was one of
her favorite features of me.
Since I was not in my neighborhood after the quarrel, I just entered the
first barber shop I found. To my surprise the barber was not a man but a
beautiful woman. It turned out it was not a barber shop but a beauty
parlor. Before walking away she stared at me and told me "what can I do
for you boy?" Her voice was kind of soothing. Finally I answered her
that I wanted to get my hair cut. She smiled and invited me to one of
the chairs in the parlor. I obeyed her and sat down in the pink chair
she indicated me.
She began washing my hair and asked me about the style I wanted. I told
her I wanted to get rid of all my hair. She laughed and begun to
convince me of not cutting such a beautiful hair. I tried to defend my
decision but she caressed my head and said it wasn't worthy to cut it so
small. She offered me to cut it a little bit and not charging me at all
for her work. I accepted the deal like hypnotized and sat there just
watching her at the mirror.
Her name was Marcia and she did a pretty good job with my hair and I was
just happy I didn't shave my head. She kept her word and didn't charge
the cut. She even gave me some vitamins to strengthen my hair. I was
supposed to take two daily for two months. I was really thankful to her
and I promised to come back to her for my next cut.
Two months passed and I took my vitamins diligently. My hair was
gorgeous but suddenly I realized I needed to cut the tips, so I went
with Marcia again. I told her I took all my vitamins and she grinned
with unexpected emotion. She told me my hair was in really good shape
and that I would only need some cuts to shape it. I told her to proceed
and again I felt really comfortable with her job. The hairstyle was
slightly different form last time because it included a subtle fringe in
the forehead, but I saw some boys having the same fringe in the subway
and I didn't say anything.
This time I paid her for the cut and she offered me a free manicure. I
guess she saw my bitten nails. I accepted for the sake of keep talking
to her and admiring her rare beauty. She was about my height but with
two small but rounded breasts and a butt with the form of a heart. Her
hair was blonde, but it was obvious it was not the original color
because the eyebrows above her green eyes were brown.
We had a very nice chat meanwhile she was doing my nails and when she
finished she gave me other vitamins but this ones were for my nails. She
recommended me not to cut them so they could grow stronger. We made an
appointment for the next month and kissed goodbye.
After the first week of taking the nail vitamins I began to experience
some mood changes at school. I quarreled with my male basketball
partners and I even cried in a movie. However I became more aware of the
colors and I was more careful with my clothing. Maybe it doesn't seem
big deal but I have to tell you I was never the kind of guy that cares
about clothing styles. I have always been a sports man, and I like just
to wear pants, shorts and sneakers.
One week before my appointment with Marcia, my nails began to grow and I
was experiencing some troubles to type into the lap top. However, I
promised Marcia not to cut them or bite them and I kept the promise (was
I falling in love with Marcia?).
The date for my appointment with Marcia arrived and I even put some
jeans for visiting her parlor. I noted my legs were a little bit chubby
as well as my butt, but I thought it was just the lack of exercise
during exams. When she saw me, Marcia gave me compliment for not biting
my nails; she even said I was really handsome in jeans and shirt. I
asked her if she can cut my nails because I was experiencing problems
with my typing. He grinned and tell me that she was going to do
something better, a French manicure. She prepared her kit without
consulting me and began to cut my nails. I was really happy until she
began to apply some polish. She explained me it was not polish but a
nail hardener and I calmed down. When she finished my nails were really
bright with a subtle white line in the top of the nail, I thought about
complaining but the nails were shorter and I really needed a nail
hardener so I kept quiet. Marcia didn't charge me again and I was so
thankful I invited her for a date the day of my birthday. She accepted
gladly and gave me some more vitamins for the next month.
It was my birthday and I was dating a beautiful woman, so I was really
exultant. That day Marcia dressed gorgeously with a pleated mini-skirt
and a white blouse. She also wore some nylon tights and high heeled
boots. I wore some dockers and a short sleeve shirt, but for some reason
I felt uncomfortable. By the time my nails were long again but I have
just mastered how to type and pick up objects form the floor, I even
developed a kind of obsession for checking my nails now and then. By the
time my hair was long again and I needed a bow to tie it in a ponytail.
We had a gorgeous time chatting in the bar and before going away Marcia
gave me gift she had bought for my birthday. She told me to open it
until I got home and again I obeyed her. We kissed goodbye in the lips
and I promised to visit her during the week.
When I got home I opened y gift and I was surprised with it. Marcia
bought me some kind of tight black Bermudas and a cotton white shirt.
The Bermudas were kind of glossy and the shirt had the buttons the other
way around but overall I liked the garments. Maybe it was way too
feminine, but curiosity was bigger than prejudice and I tried the
outfit. It was the first time I admired my figure in the mirror and I
was thrilled with the result. The Bermudas fitted perfectly with my
chubby butt and the white shirt combined perfectly with it. I phoned
Marcia to thank her and made an appointment for the next week.
I decided to wear the outfit she gave me but I had a couple of problems.
First I had to find some tight underwear for the capris (that was the
correct name of the Bermudas) so I just used some of the lycras I used
for jogging. The second problem was finding the correct shoes for the
outfit. After a tough decision process I decided to use the running
sneakers.
I saw Marcia in the parlor and she greeted me with a small kiss in my
mouth. She thanked me for wearing the clothes she bought me and hugged
me. After the hug she stared at my legs and offered me to wax my legs
and armpits in order to excel on my style. She was right, the hair in my
legs and armpits were not aesthetical and suddenly I got an urge to get
rid of all of my body hair, even the one on my chest. It was really
painful but the sensation afterwards was one of the most magnificent of
my life. I tingled all over with goose pimples I was actually a bit
turned on by my reflection and my nipples got hard next to the shirt. By
the way, I think it was the first time I was aware of my nipples. After
the parlor Marcia invited me shopping and for the first time in my life
that sounded like a great idea.
She bought some skirts and tank tops for herself. I complimented her on
her acquisitions and she invited me to try some sandals to throw away
those sneakers. I accepted but we went to the women's isle. I was kind
of nervous but she explained me that there were better prices in the
women aisle. I tried some sandals and I bought the most masculine ones,
however the only color they had was purple and they were low-heeled. I
was so happy I used them the rest of the evening. I t was the first time
I enjoyed shopping and I wasn't even aware of the time we passed
shopping.
We ate in a fancy restaurant and chatted a lot, like if we were long
time girlfriends gossiping. I think I was falling in love, but for some
reason I was not aroused sexually when I was with her. When we got out
of the restaurant it began to rain, so when we arrived Marcia's home we
were soaked. Marcia offered me to lend me some clothes for me not to
catch a cold. I accepted eagerly. I stripped in her bathroom and she
handed me some black jeans and red spaghetti strap tank top. She also
handed me some of her underwear. After striping I saw my naked figure on
the mirror and I looked like I had the beginnings of a 'figure' all of a
sudden. I stared at my butt and my chest. The first one was chubbier and
the area surrounding my nipples was browner, I don't know why I found
that natural. I didn't like my bulge to be in front of the panties so I
tucked it inside. The jeans, with some flowers embroidered were a
perfect fit as well as the shirt. I saw myself on the mirror and I felt
really sexy, my nipples got hard again but this time I just enjoyed it.
I fixed my hair checked my nails and went out. Marcia smiled and said
goodbye to me with a long kiss.
Next week I appeared at Marcia's parlor with my black Capris, my purple
sandals and a new shirt I bought in an outlet with the legend "Nasty
girl" in front. She kissed me again and offered me to fix my hair. I was
thrilled with my hair but she promised she could make feel even better.
The result was the fashion hairstyle among girls, (but wait a minute I
was not a girl) The fringe in the front was bigger and she cutted the
rest to make my face look nicer. She also died it blond, just like hers.
I was speechless at my sight in the mirror. Marcia took advantage of the
situation and plucked my eyebrows and applied some mascara and eyeliner.
She even put my some lip frost. When I saw my new face in the mirror I
just smiled for an incomprehensible reason. Without hesitating Marcia
gave me another bottle of vitamins and took my hand, we were going
shopping again!
This time I got more money and decided to buy some stuff. I was acting
so frivolous and demonstrative all of a sudden, just like Pamela. As if
she knew what I wanted Marcia brought me to the lingerie store where she
explained me all the types of underwear. I bought some panties in
different colors and when I paid the shop assistant gave me two g-
strings as a gift. For a strange reason she referred to me as if I was a
girl ad I didn't correct her. In another store Marcia convinced me to
buy some stockings to wear below my Capris. I bought some white, black
and red. I was in spending spree and I offer to buy something for her,
so we went to other stores were Marcia bought a couple of dresses and a
purse. She invited me to acquire a purse to keep my keys and wallet, it
was obvious, so I went for a small one. We were almost over until I saw
some skintight formal pants, they were almost the same like the ones my
girlfriend used. I bought them and Marcia complimented me for the
acquisition. Finally we went to the shoe store and Marcia bought some
high heels for her. I tried to withstand the temptation of buying some
and I couldn't, I bought a pair of high heeled boots.
I was really happy after all that shopping. When I arrived home I tried
every garment I bought and decided to throw away some old stuff. It took
me a little while to get used to wearing the high heeled boots, and it
made me walk like Marcia. Obviously the g-strings became my favorite
underwear. Something was not OK, I had always be an ordinary guy and
shopping was disgusting for me but know I just wanted to shop again.
I didn't saw Marcia for couple of weeks and in those weeks my chest
began to hurt, like if I had make 200 push-ups. The next time I saw
Marcia I told her and she said it was some side effect of the last dose
of vitamins. She bought me a cream and told me to rub it over my chest
every night. My chest was kind of flabby and when I rubbed it I felt
goose bumps all over my body.
I noticed my voice was more high pitched and that I have developed some
mannerisms, like playing with my hair or watching myself in every
mirror, however they were so unconscious that most of the times I didn't
recognize them, as a matter of fact I must tell you I was enjoying them.
That's why it was really easy for Marcia to convince me of trying new
things. I pierced my ears and my nose and I even tattooed a butterfly
above my butt. The only thing that was difficult for me was convincing
people on the street I was not a girl but a boy, it was even difficult
for me to recognize myself as a boy. Even Marcia referred to me as a she
and I didn't correct her.
One day, when I was in Marcia's place I confessed her that my chest was
still aching and that it was more swollen. She told me that I should try
a bra meanwhile the side effects were over. She told me that bras were
made to hold the breast tissue of women and that it could help me. I
tried one of hers and the difference was remarkable. Not only the pain
was gone but I felt it gave me the figure I was looking for. Feeling the
straps on my shoulder and the pressure on my chest was another
outstanding sensation, better than wearing stockings or walking in high
heels. As you can see I was feeling really feminine and I wasn't even
aware.
That day we went shopping again. I weared my skintight trouser, my low
heeled boots and a pink tank top. I bought some bras just in case my
chest kept hurting. Marcia invited me to try some skirts and dresses and
I accepted as if I had tried them on since I was young. I bought not
one, but three skirts and one dress. Marcia bought me another dress and
some heels and took me to the makeup counter, where a miss taught me how
to apply eyeliner, lipstick and mascara. I bought my own make up kit
also.
I loved to be with Marcia but with her my libido was like asleep, we
have kissed several times but we have never made love. I really admired
her and wanted to be just like her, and I was achieving it. That night
she convinced me of clubbing in the night. We went to her home and
changed clothes. Obviously we spent like one hour dressing ourselves,
just like Pamela used to spend. I wore one of the skirts I just bought
and Marcia lend me a strap less shirt and her high heeled boots. I
applied myself makeup for the first time and Marcia lend me some femme
perfume. It was the first time I felt completely like a woman. I have
never worn a skirt before and the sensation of freedom was wonderful. It
was the first time also I was aware of having breasts and I was proud of
showing my cleavage. I enjoyed the men's looks and unconsciously I
provoked them. After two hours Marcia was making out with a man and I
just felt I needed that too, so I went and flirted with one of the more
handsome guys in the place and the last thing I remember after all the
rum and cola's is making oral sex to him in the bathroom.
After the hangover Marcia told me the complete story. The vitamins she
gave me were obviously female hormones and I have been taking them for
almost 9 months. I had to saw some pictures of me to recognize my old
self. Seeing me as a man was a rare sight, specially dressed as I was
with high boots and a pleated skirt with a black tank top and with the
hair dyed blonde like my Marcia. There was no way out, instead I felt
the necessity of being more feminine and that's why I'm starting to save
for breast augmentation and to change my name from Kellen to Kelly.
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