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Simone's First Transformation
By Simone Clark
If you passed me on the street, you would see an average looking man,
with a slight paunch walking with fast, purpose-filled strides. That's
me in boy mode. My alter ego, Simone, however, would have me dressed in
alternative attire walking with the small meek steps of a woman.
For years I fought this battle raging inside me. Part of me was the man
I portray to the world, a generous, funny and kind fellow (at least
that's what I have been told). The other part of me, the woman named
Simone is also those things, and very feminine in her thoughts and
attitude. As I got older, the solid wall that contained Simone began to
erode, and when I discovered the internet, that wall crumbled as I
discovered a whole community of men that fought this same battle with
their feminine alter egos from one degree to another. In early 2003, I
found a place in suburban Chicago that provided a makeover service for
people like us, and I was immediately intrigued. I had crossdressed in
the comfort of my own home for years...but makeup and a wig were still
foreign concepts for me. The thought of going out and buying a wig
except around Halloween terrified me. Also the concept of wearing makeup
was also pretty scary....I thought I would look like an absolute clown
if I attempted to fix my face up with makeup. But I was intrigued
nonetheless. I wondered what I would look like if I was made up by a
professional, and what the total package would look like if I was
wearing a wig.
While taking a walk I made up my mind: I would make an appointment and
see what Simone really looked like.
When the fateful day arrived, I packed my bag of women's clothing and
prepared for the drive down to the salon. The drive went quickly, and I
felt a sense of both excitement and dread as I contemplated what I was
about to do. Several questions came to mind, was I gay? Did I actually
want to be a woman? Why did I want to do this? I arrived at the address
and parked in the rear. I grabbed my bag and entered the store. I
entered what appeared to be a high end women's boutique. There were
racks of fancy clothes, shoes, a wall of wigs, and a makeup counter with
a small alcove containing a barber's chair facing a mirror. I was
greeted by a handsome woman who called herself Patrice. She was a
stately woman, very attractive for her age, and meticulously turned out
in a skirt and blouse, hose, and 2 inch heels. She said "you must be
Simone, welcome dear."
It was all I could do to croak out "yes, that's me, how do we start?"
She directed me to a small changing room and asked me to dress in the
women's clothes I brought with me. I was confused, I thought I was to be
made up first, and then dress, but apparently the process was the
reverse. Nervously I entered the changing room and undressed to the
skin. I then opened up my shopping bag and removed the outfit I was
going to wear. I pulled out a knee length black leather skirt, a black
and gold patterned satin blouse and a pair of panties and pantyhose. I
put the panties on, then slid the pantyhose on my newly shaved legs. I
loved the feeling of hose on shaved legs, it drove me a bit wild. I
stepped into the skirt and put on a bra and a set of breast forms I
bought for this occasion. I then put on my satin blouse and tucked it
into my skirt. I then zipped up the back of the skirt and face the
mirror. A man's face stared out from the top of a female clothed body
and I felt a flash of embarrassment. Not willing to turn back now
despite my qualms, I sat on the small bench and zipped on my pointed toe
stretch boots with a 4 inch heel on each leg. As I stood on the tall
heels, I felt a little better about myself, and what I was about to do.
I took a deep breath and exited the dressing room, facing another person
for the first time dressed as a woman.
Patrice smiled at me and said "this is your first time isn't it Simone?"
I sheepishly answered yes, and Patrice took my hand and said "Let's see
what a beautiful creature we can create together dear."
She led me to the chair and sat me down, covered me with a sheet to
protect my outfit and proceeded to clean my face with some type of
liquid, explaining that she needed a fresh canvass in order to make a
masterpiece. She then covered my face with foundation, explaining how
the foundation worked, and what it was going to do for my skin tone.
While it dried, she asked me to select some eye shadow and eyeliner and
asked me what shade I wanted my lips to be colored. She first started
with eyeliner, lining the creases and lids to make a dramatic
appearance. She then colored my eyelids with a copper and gold shadow
combination, and dusted a contrasting blush on my cheeks. She then lined
my lips with a dark red pencil and filled in the remaining lips with a
maroon lipstick. A coat of lip gloss and Simone's face was complete.
Patrice also gave me a manicure. She glued on a set of action length
nails and painted them the same shade as my lips. As my nails dried,
Patrice went over to the wig wall and selected a dark brown wedge cut
bob wig and placed it on my head, tightening it on my head and making it
feel as if were a part of me.
Patrice then said "would you like to see what Simone's face looks like?"
I said "oh yes Patrice." And braced myself for the reveal.
Patrice spun the chair around slowly and I caught the first ever glance
of the woman that lived within me. A confident woman stared back, you
could tell that she was wearing makeup, but it appeared to be natural
and fresh. The wig fit her face perfectly, and as she moved her head
from side to side I felt the wig move as if it was my own hair. I was
shocked and yet very pleased at seeing the feminized version of my face.
I was released from my cape by Patrice and directed to the full length
mirror to view my entire head to toe transformation as Simone. I stood
up in my high heeled boots, and walked towards the mirror. I kept my
face averted for a short amount of time out of nervousness...was I going
to be attractive, homely, or just a man dressed in women's clothing? I
felt Patrice close in behind me and touch my shoulders gently. She said
"look into the mirror dear, you are going to be surprised."
I looked into the mirror and was shocked as well as very pleased when I
saw the "total package" Staring back at me was a tall woman dressed in a
leather skirt, satin blouse and a delicious pair of knee high boots. She
had great legs and a wonderful hairstyle. Her makeup was done tastefully
and worked well with her coloring as well as her outfit. I saw the image
in the mirror make a small surprised "o" with her lips, as her manicured
hands moved to cover her mouth.
My transformation into Simone was complete, I was no longer my male
self, but an attractive and confident woman named Simone. I reveled in
the feelings of the woman's clothes on my body, the way the boots forced
me to balance on the balls of my feet, the silky feel of the hose on my
legs, the tightness of the leather skirt and the cool caress of the
satin blouse on my body. All of these feelings added up to a great
amount of physical pleasure. I smiled languidly at my reflection and
allowed Simone to totally take over.
Patrice announced that I was her last appointment and she was closing
the store for the evening. She invited me out for a drink at a corner
bar. She assured me that it was friendly to ladies like us so I agreed
to go with her.
We walked the short block to the tavern, and entered the building.
Inside was a well appointed bar with several cozy booths. Patrice headed
right for one boot in particular which had 3 ladies seated in it. I
quickly realized that these ladies were just like Patrice and I and
relaxed quickly. I was introduced as Simone and the story of my
transformation was told by Patrice to her attentive audience. I bought
the first round of drinks and settled in for some nice conversation.
We talked for about 2 hours and had a couple of drinks, but upon looking
at my watch I realized it was time for me to go. I excused myself, used
the ladies room and returned to say goodbye to my newfound friends. I
then gathered up my coat and headed out the door to my waiting car. I
started the car and began my journey home, aware how my feet danced on
the pedals n high heels and how my pantyhose slid effortlessly along the
lining of my skirt. At the first stoplight I freshened my lipstick and
blew a kiss at the rear view mirror.
The journey home was uneventful, I appeared to be just another woman
heading home after a day of work. Upon pulling into my driveway, I
exited the car, closed the fence behind me and backed into my garage. I
sat in my car for a moment and relished the feminine feelings I was
having for the final time that evening. I then confidently walked down
the concrete driveway, nearly hypnotized by the clacking of my heels on
the hard surface and entered my home as Simone. As I sat at the kitchen
table sipping a nightcap, I knew that this was only the beginning of
Simone's adventures.
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