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The Bookkeeper Needed a Change By Elen I had grown up in the flat rolling hills of Iowa where there was nothing but miles and miles of cornfields. It was there that I rode my bike for hours on end to escape the boredom of country life. I wasn't tall compared to the corn fed, football playing classmates I graduated with, but because of all the bike riding I was in shape. After finishing my degree in accounting I couldn't wait to head to the big city life. And now my dream had come true. I had moved to Chicago. I had a small apartment above the restaurant where I worked washing dishes. It would do for now. The price was right and it was centrally located while I looked for a more suitable job to ply my new trade. It had been six months and I hadn't realized that finding a job would be so hard. The counter near the register with a cup of coffee was a familiar place to find me during my break. I was circling potential jobs in the paper when a well dressed lady came up to pay her bill. The waitress was busy so I jumped up to help. I quickly counted her change as she smiled. I thanked her and smiled back. "Do you always wear that hairnet?" She nodded and gave me another smile. I had forgotten all about it. I grabbed the ridiculous thing and yanked it off, shoving it in my pocket. "Sorry, I haven't had a haircut in a while and my boss makes me wear it because my hair is so long." I blushed. She glanced over to where I'd been sitting. She saw the paper with all the ads circled. "Been looking long?" she asked. "Six long months," I said. "Well, you'd have much better luck with a haircut." "Yeah, I know but times are tough. I was hoping they'd look through the hair and see me for what I can offer." I suddenly felt very subconscious and ran my fingers through my hair trying to straighten it out after a long day in that damn hairnet. "You know, I own the shop around the corner. Why don't you come over after your shift and let me fix you up. My treat." She handed me a card and gave me a wink as she turned to leave. About an hour later I finished my shift. As I pulled the hair net off my head, I remembered the card in my pocket. Her name was Andrea Martin and the shop was called Andrea's School of Beauty. I was nervous as I walked up to the shop. I wasn't wild about getting a haircut at a beauty college, but in my financial shape I had to take what I could get. I calmed down a little when I read the window. It said men and women welcome. Two girls were walking out as I approached. Holding the door open, I waited for them to leave. They just continued chatting and walked through without so much as a nod or a thank you. I guess this is not the small town I grew up in. They were wearing smocks that said Andrea's School of Beauty on the back and their names on the front. As I walked in, I was overcome by the smell of what they do here. Barber shops in Iowa just don't smell like that. I stopped by the front door and tried to assess whether I should stay or go. The bell on the handle gave me away as the door slammed shut. "Hey Chris. Come on it." Andrea appeared from behind the counter and put her arm around me. "How did you know my name?" I asked. "Uh...hello." Andrea tapped on my chest. I looked down and saw my name tag from the restaurant still on my chest. "Sorry. I guess I should have known." She led me straight back to one of the sinks. I sat down and leaned back as she turned on the water. She used the sprayer as she ran her fingers through my hair. "Your hair's really long. When did you say your last haircut was?" "Nine months. But my hair was pretty long before then," I said as I began to relax. "Well, you just leave it to me." "OK, just don't take off too much. I like my hair long, just not this long." After she was all done washing and conditioning my hair, she wrapped a big fluffy, pink towel around my head and led me over to her chair. I sat down and she wrapped a light pink cape around my neck. I looked down and saw it said Andrea's School of Beauty across it. She must have seen me wince at the feminine color. "Sorry, it's the only color we have." She bent down and started removing my shoes and socks. I didn't expect that and with a reflex motion, I jerked my foot away. "It's OK. I just thought you might like to try something they don't offer at the barber shops in Iowa." I relaxed again as she pulled off my socks. She ran her hands up and down my smooth calves with a raised eyebrow. "I used to ride my bike for exercise every day back home and I shaved my legs in case I fell. It helped to keep the road rash from getting infected." I saw her smile as she pushed my feet down into a warm pool of water. It felt really soothing. She pushed a button and small jets swirled the water around my feet. "So do you still ride your bike?" I told her I had brought it with me, but riding in the big city was a lot different than the country roads back home. Besides I hadn't gone that far since moving here. Money was still tight until I could land a good job. She picked up my hands and looked them over as well. "I guess washing dishes all day doesn't help, does it?" she asked as she turned my hands over and back. She put my hands into two bowls of water and let them soak. Removing the towel from my head, she started combing my hair. Between the gentle work of the comb and my feet and hands sitting in the water, I dozed off. I woke up as she took my hands out of the water. She dried them off and picked up a file. I said I didn't need a manicure and started to pull my hand away. "Relax, will you? This will just help your hands survive all that dishwater. And they'll look better for any interviews that come up." She grabbed my hand and pulled it back. After she filed my nails, she picked up a bottle of clear polish. I again protested but she continued saying "All the big office types have well manicured nails. It shows they're professionals." She finished both hands and told me not to touch anything until it finished drying. I looked at my hands and decided it wasn't so bad because it was clear. I did remember seeing those white collar guys when I bussed the tables at the restaurant. She grabbed my shoes and socks and helped me put them back on. Removing the cape, she pronounced me all done. I was so concerned with my nails I had forgotten that she had worked on my hair. I turned to look in the mirror. It wasn't much different from when I came in except that it was trimmed evenly and layered to sit on my head better. She had it parted on the side rather than in the middle like I used to do. I ran my fingers through my hair and fluffed it out. Overall the experience hadn't been so bad. Certainly not like Iowa, but then I had moved to the big city and if I wanted a white collar job I should look like I belonged there. I followed her up to the front desk and opened my wallet. "This one's on me, Chris, remember?" She pushed my money back into my wallet. "You know, I did notice that you were looking for an accounting job. My bookkeeper is quitting soon because she is pregnant. I'll pay you twice as much every week as they do at that greasy spoon and you'll only have to work about three days a week if you're any good. That'll give you time to look for that "real job" you keep talking about." I paused as I looked around. Could I actually work in a beauty salon? But only working three days a week instead of six for the same pay was too good to pass up. "Deal," I said quickly as I reached out to shake her hand. I walked back to the restaurant, told the manager I had a new job and dropped my name tag on the counter. He was pissed but dishwashers are a dime a dozen and I didn't care. I was now officially an accountant. I went back upstairs to my apartment. I turned on the TV, kicked off my shoes, and sipped a cold beer. I had made the transition from blue collar to white collar. I sighed and smiled. Kicking up my feet, I looked down at my toes. They were painted with the same clear polish as my fingernails but there on both big toes was a little flower painted in the corner. I wondered if she had bought my excuse of shaving my legs because of my bike riding. The next morning I woke up and jumped in the shower. I washed my hair and wrapped a towel around my waist. I tried combing my hair but it just wasn't the same as when Andrea had done it. There was no cream rinse and my comb wouldn't go through my hair. It took me almost an hour to comb it all out. I shaved and walked back into the bedroom. Looking at the pile of greasy clothes I wore in the restaurant, I realized I no longer had a use for them. Grabbing them into a bunch, I tossed them ceremoniously out the window. I watched them float down into the dumpster below. What was called fancy dress clothes in Iowa was nothing more than office casual for the big city, but except for my one business suit, it was all I had. I dressed and turned to look in the mirror. My hair was mostly dry but it didn't comb out like Andrea had done it. I ran my fingers through it one more time and called it good. Slinging my briefcase over my shoulder I closed the door and headed to my new job. The shop was already open and the place was busy. All the students were working on customers. I looked but Andrea was nowhere to be seen. I stopped at the front desk and asked if Andrea was there. The girl behind the counter was obviously pregnant. She said, "Andrea doesn't usually come in this early. You must be Chris." She extended her hand. I shook her hand and she guided me around the counter. She was showing me some of her duties as the bookkeeper when Andrea walked in. "Oh good. I see you've met the very pregnant Rachel." She patted Rachel's belly and said hello to the baby. Andrea hung her coat up and grabbed her school jacket. "You washed your hair didn't you? Why didn't you use cream rinse?" She moved the part on my hair back over to the side and patted me on the cheek. "Pay attention to Rachel, she's very good at what she does, but I'm not sure how much longer she'll be here before the baby comes." She ran her fingers through my hair again before she left to see what the students were doing. Andrea seemed to dote over every little thing I did but it was in a motherly way so I let her. Besides, I missed my mom and figured maybe she was a good replacement while I was in the city. I finished the week with Rachel. The job was a breeze. We got along like brother and sister and I even showed her a couple of shortcuts. Saturday came and I went home with my first real paycheck. I treated myself to some Chinese food and even bought a twelve pack on the way home. I finished the entire case and woke up on the couch with the phone ringing in my ear. I answered groggily. It was Andrea asking if I had Rachel's system down because she's in labor and won't be back. I assured her I had everything under control and would see her on Monday. Turning on the shower, I let the warm water run down my back. I hadn't been hung over in a long time. But it had been months since I could afford any booze. I stepped out of the shower and dried off. I tried running the comb through my hair but it was worse than before. Besides the comb pulling on my hair was making my hangover worse. I flopped down on the couch and covered myself with the blanket. My toes peeked out from under the ends exposing the little flowers on my nails. I looked at my fingernails. They still had the polish on them as well but in this light I thought the polish seemed to have a little more of a pink tint than I remembered. Maybe it was just the light in my apartment. Or maybe it was the hangover. Either way I fell back asleep until well into the afternoon. I fixed something to eat and stayed on the couch nursing my head until it was time for bed. The ring of the alarm clock woke me up. I stayed in bed trying to forget the weekend. Then I remembered the phone call from Andrea. Rachel won't be coming in anymore. I'm on my own now. That thought got me out of bed. I shaved and tried to comb my hair again. However, not combing it while it was wet had been a mistake. There was no way to make myself look presentable now. I threw on a hat and thought I'd just ask Andrea for a shorter haircut when I get to work. I was the first one to arrive. Unlocking the door, I turned on all the lights and went into the office. There on the desk was a nametag with my name on it. In a flowing script next to Andrea's School of Beauty, it said "Chris. Reception/Accounting." I pinned it on and tuned the stereo back to the station that Andrea liked. After she left for the day some of the girls would complain and put on their own music to finish the day. I was busy in the office totaling the receipts from the day before when Andrea walked in. The shriek almost made me jump out of my chair. "What did you do?" Andrea yanked off my cap and grabbed my chin, turning my head from side to side. "I kinda had a bad hair day yesterday." She was shaking her head still looking at my hair. "I bought dinner Saturday night and drank a few beers afterwards to celebrate my new job," I replied. "It won't happen again. I promise you." "Well, we can't have you looking like that around here. Tuck your hair up under your hat until we can fix it this evening." She tossed the hat back at me. I couldn't tell if she was pissed or just disappointed but I thought I saw a small smile as she left the room. I didn't want to expose myself to the customers so I spent most of the day in the back office, only coming out for coffee and bathroom breaks. I could see Andrea moving from station to station as I passed. She gave me a glance but I still couldn't figure out what her mood was. The end of the day came and everyone had left except Andrea and me. I was just finishing up when I heard her call me. I poked my head out the door. "Come on you. Let's fix that mop of yours." Andrea was patting the back of her chair. She treated me like I was one of her own but I couldn't still couldn't figure out if she was angry or just disappointed. I sat down and told her maybe I needed shorter hair that would be easier to manage. "Nonsense. You just need to learn how to take care of it better." She wrapped the cape tighter than I remembered the first time. I tried sticking my finger at the top to loosen it but it was already fastened tight. She tipped my head into the sink and began washing it while she hummed. The humming told me maybe she wasn't pissed. She finished with a large handful of cream rinse telling me to stay put and let it work its magic. She was gone for several minutes. I closed my eyes as I heard her moving around the shop. She returned and sat me up. The mirror had been covered with a towel. She wiped off the polish on my nails and dipped my hands into the same liquid as before on each side of the chair. "Just let those soak again while we do your hair, dear." She started by combing my hair straight back. She parted it in several areas and held each area up with a clip. She started snipping and trimming all the while humming to herself. After she was satisfied with the length, she wheeled over a small table with a bowl of liquid and several brushes. She started brushing small areas of my hair with the liquid and folded squares of tin foil over each one. When she had finished, my whole head was ready to receive UFO signals. She set a timer and leaned me back in the chair. I was staring at the ceiling wondering what I had gotten myself into when she returned stirring another bowl of paste. She smeared the mixture onto my forehead and worked it down around my face. It was warm and relaxing. She coated my face all the way down to my neck avoiding my eyes, nostrils and lips. "Just let this cool, honey. It will have soothing effect as it dries." She covered my eyes with a cool mask. "This will help tighten the skin around the eyes." I was in the dark as she took my hand out of the bowl. She was right, the mask felt good but it was starting to get tighter as it dried. She grabbed my hands from the bowls and worked on my nails again. I could feel her filing the edges again but then she started buffing the tops of my nails. I was asking her if this was what still what the businessmen do when she interrupted me. "Hush. Don't move your mouth. Just let the mask work." She placed something on the end of my finger and brushed my nail again. I could feel her working on the ends of my fingers. I tried to ask her what she was doing but she hushed me up again. "You need a lesson in grooming if you're going to work here. We can't have you showing up for work like you did this morning. That would be bad for business." She continued until each nail was completely covered. The timer went off and she returned to my hair. Removing the sheets of foil, she leaned me back into the sink and washed my hair again. "This will go a long way to assuring you show up for work appearing like a professional." She wrapped a towel around my head but left me lying back in the chair. I waited a minute and then heard her return with another cart. Grabbing the comb again she started combing my hair into small strands. I heard her grab something from the cart and wind it into my hair. I tried to move my hands but they were held fast by some straps on the arms. She saw me try to move and told me to be still. It was a stern voice. Like what my mother used to use. It was said nicely but everyone knew she meant it. "Just relax Chris. This is going to make getting ready for work much easier in the mornings." I tried to frown but the mask had dried making that all but impossible. She continued winding small strands of hair around something, moving to a new section when she reached the top of my head. She finished by coating each section of my hair with more liquid. I heard her set the timer again and pulled a hair dryer carefully over my head. The noise drowned out everything when she turned it on. Even her humming. I could feel her return to my hands. She removed each hand from the strap and started filing again. When she was done, I could smell the familiar scent of polish being applied. I heard her lean into my ear and patted me on the shoulder telling me not to move my hands. She grabbed my feet and started massaging some kind of cr?me into my calves and feet. She finished by putting something between my toes holding them apart. I again smelled polish as she painted each toenail. The timer went off as she finished the last toe. She left the separators on my feet and removed the hair dryer. Unwrapping my hair, I could again hear the sound of her humming. She picked up a brush and worked in several areas. Brushing and pulling. My hair felt tight. It must be shorter now, I thought. She removed the eye patches. I tried to squint in the bright lights but the mask was still holding my skin fast. "OK, sweetie. I think this has had the time to do its job. Let's get this mask off your face." She started at the top peeling the dried goo off my forehead. It came off in one piece as she worked it around my eyes, off my nose and down my cheeks. It broke around my mouth and she pulled the rest off my chin and throat. Tossing it in the garbage she returned with a cream to rub into my skin. It was cool to the touch. As she rubbed it in, I could feel her pulling on my face in different directions. She was pulling back on my cheeks and up on my forehead. The muscles where she massaged seemed to stay put after she stopped pulling. My whole face seemed tighter. I reached up to feel my face and stopped short. My nails were bright red and ? of an inch long. I looked down at my feet as she removed the pieces separating my toes. They were the same color as the nails on my hands. I was staring at my nails when Andrea came up and gave me a small glass to drink. "Here, drink this. It will help." I looked at the glass as she removed the towel from the mirror. Looking up, I could see my hair and face for the first time. My mouth must have dropped to the floor. I was speechless. My hair was bright red and curls framed my face. No man had hair this color. My mouth must have still been open. Andrea grabbed the glass from my hand and poured it down my throat. She held my nose until I swallowed it. I heard her walking away as I stood up to move closer to the mirror. There was not a wrinkle on my face anywhere. My eyebrows seemed to be pulled up higher on my forehead. I was staring into the mirror as Andrea returned. I turned to face her and suddenly felt dizzy. I must have swayed a little because Andrea reached out and put her arm around me. "What was that?" I asked. I tried to stop but she was almost pulling me along. "Hush, little one. Don't think. Just do. You'll feel better in the morning." I was getting deeper into a fog as we walked toward the back of the store. She led me into one of the back rooms and had me sit down on the table. "You just relax and leave everything to me," she said as she leaned me back on my stomach. "I think you're going to be pleasantly surprised at the professional new you." I wanted to ask her what she meant by that. I tried sitting up but my muscles were not responding to my brains commands. I felt her rubbing her hands on my legs. She patted me on my butt. "Still nice and smooth. You do a very good job, honey." "No hair here yet?" she said as she rubbed my chest. "That makes it easier." She grabbed my arm and rubbed some soap under my armpit. Picking a razor, she shaved what little hair I had there. The same procedure was quickly repeated on my other arm. She rubbed her hands on my cheeks. "Hmmm. That mask seems to have done wonders for your complexion, Chris. Smooth as a baby's bottom." I saw her frown as she leaned in closer to my face. "Not quite, but almost. You'll just need just a quick touch up." She smeared something warm on each eyebrow and pressed a piece of cloth into each patch. After a quick pull, she smoothed above each eye with her thumbs, smiling. "Now that's a big improvement! But stay put, we're almost done." She left for a moment and returned, putting a large basin on the counter. Pulling on a pair of gloves, she grabbed a cloth out of the liquid and wrapped my legs and arms like a mummy. She draped a cloth around my midsection and began using a sponge on my face. It smelled like bleach. She kept rubbing the sponge all around my face. Each time the liquid started to dry, she reapplied it keeping my face moist. After what seemed like forever, she stopped and dried my face. Unwrapping my torso, arms and legs, she rinsed and dried them as well. "OK sweetheart, that's enough for today." She put a pillow under my head and covered me with a blanket. Dropping another pill in my mouth, she gave me a drink of water. "This is just to help you sleep. You relax and we'll see you bright and early in the morning." Turning out the light, she closed the door. I tried to move again but my body was still not responding. Within minutes I was asleep. The sun was peeking through the curtains when I awoke. I tried wiggling my fingers and toes. They worked, so I moved on to my arms and legs. Finding them able to move as well, I tossed off the blanket and got up off the table. Looking around I saw there were no clothes anywhere to be found. I grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around my shoulders, holding it close to my chest. Cracking open the door, I peeked into the store. The lights were off and all was quiet. Opening the door, I quickly moved toward my office. Passing the long rows of styling chairs, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and froze. Moving between the chairs, I leaned over the counter and got a closer look at my reflection. What had Andrea done to me? My hair was the color of ripe strawberries. My eyebrows were pencil thin and arched high above my eyes. But the biggest change was to my skin. My face appeared milky white. I had lost all my tan. The only color anywhere was the red in my hair and the bright red nails on my fingers and toes. I reached up to touch my face. My skin was velvety smooth and tight to the touch. My nails were a stark contrast to the paleness of my skin. I pulled my hands away and looked at my nails. They were at least ? of an inch long. As I stared, the blanket fell open. I turned and held the blanket away to look at my body. Besides the absence of any hair, my body was the same translucent color as my face. I had no pigment left on my body. I closed the blanket tightly and quickly headed for my office. I remembered leaving some clothes there from before. I had to get out of here before anyone came in. Closing the door I fumbled with the lock. I'd never had long nails before. I looked around the office. My clothes were nowhere to be found. The only thing in the office was a short pink robe that the customers wore during treatments but it was better than the blanket. I dropped the blanket and slipped into the robe. I tied the belt and sat down in my chair. What was I going to do? I couldn't leave looking like this without any clothes. I was sitting there when I heard the lock jiggle. There was a knock on the door. "Chrissy?" It was Andrea's voice. "Come on. Open up. You can't stay in there all day." What could I do? There was no way out but the door. "There's no one else here. If you don't open the door, I'll just get my keys and open it myself." I twisted the lock and held the door open an inch. Andrea was there with that warm smile. "Open up, honey. Let's see the new you." I opened the door and stood back. She came in and gave me the once over. I crossed my legs and pulled on the bottom of the short robe, trying to hide as best I could. "Very nice. That's a big improvement from the old Chris that showed up yesterday. I think you beginning to fit in very well." Before I could say anything, she grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the office. I tried to resist but she was persistent. "Come on there's no one here yet and we've got just a couple of things left to do before they arrive." I followed her into the back room I had left a short time ago. She pushed me back onto the table and had me lay down again. She was humming with her back to me opening the cabinets, removing items and slamming them shut with her hip. I was holding the robe tightly with both hands as she turned to face me. "Relax, will you? This is going to be fun. Just let me finish and you'll see." She gently opened my robe exposing my pale chest. After smearing a paste on me, she turned briefly back to the table. I wondered what the paste was for and before I could think, she plopped two fleshy mounds in the goo. She was smiling as she worked the edges with her hands until there was no seam left between me and the lumps. "OK, stand up and let's have a look." She pulled me to my feet and removed my robe. I turned to look in the mirror. I had two very well formed breasts perched on my chest complete with large rather erect nipples! I scanned the image in the mirror from top to bottom. I beheld the reflection of a rather well endowed woman with one exception. There between her legs was what was left of my manhood and it was starting to get aroused by the image I saw. "OK, you can stop staring. Yes, you're beautiful. But it IS what we do here, you know." I turned to face her. She was holding what looked to be a flesh colored G string of some sort. "Come on, step in." I glanced back over my shoulder at the mirror as she pulled them up my legs. She gently pushed my balls up inside me and tucked what was left of my male self back between my legs. Holding everything in place with one hand, she pulled the G string high up on my hips. Smoothing my front, she completely removed any bulge associated with my former image. I reached down to feel the smoothness of the garment and stopped when if felt fuzzy. Looking down I saw the front was covered with a small patch of hair just slightly darker than the color now on my head. "Come on, Chrissy. It's almost time to open for the day. People will be arriving soon." That snapped me back to reality. My eyes opened wide. "I can't go out like this. What will they say? I'm not a woman." I started to shake uncontrollably. She spun me around to face the mirror. "What do you see?" I saw that my image was now completely a woman...and a very pretty one at that. Hell, I wanted to date myself. I stopped shaking and smiled at that thought. She tossed me a pair of white panties. I had just finished pulling them on as she turned around with a matching corset. I took a step back and bumped into the wall. "You need this for better posture and to improve your figure. Come on." She held up the bony garment and I stepped forward into its stiffness. Wrapping it around me, she started pulling it tight. I grabbed the table to steady myself while she continued to pull. She put her knee into my back as she finished tightening the laces. My breathing was shorter and shallower. I looked at my new figure in the mirror and ran my hands over the bony curves. Andrea reached out and pulled my breasts up to accentuate my newly acquired assets. I reached up and wrapped my long red nails around the cups of the corset and gently squeezed, feeling the soft, pliable mounds inside. I gasped as a soft moan escaped my lips. Andrea was holding out a pair of dark stockings. "Come on, Chrissy." I stepped into the opening as she rolled them up my legs and straightened the seams. Dropping a pair of high heels at my feet and tossing me the robe, she told me to meet her out front. I slipped on the robe. It barely covered the tops of my stockings. I stepped into the shoes and holding onto the wall took my first steps in high heels. My balance was thrown way off. I opened the door and gingerly wobbled toward Andrea. "Walk on the balls of your feet, dear." I heard from across the shop. I tried it and my balance improved immediately. By the time I had reached Andrea, I was moving reasonably well. Andrea patted at the chair and motioned for me to sit down. She opened a couple of drawers as I sat. She returned with her pockets full and wrapped a cape around my shoulders. She started by smoothing a cream over my face. "We'll go over the basics later, dear. For now, let's just get you ready for the day." She continued with a powder, patting it over on top of the cream. She produced a pair of tweezers and removed a few stray hairs she claimed to have missed the night before. Continuing with a pencil, she followed what was left of my own brows and drew on perfect arches. My eyelids were brushed with several shades of color, starting with a deep, dark brown near the eyes and gradually lightening as she approached the brow. A black liner was applied along the top and bottom of my lash line. Long eyelashes were individually placed and carefully blended in with a final coat of mascara. Andrea pushed another small cup to my mouth and before I could think, she was pouring down my throat. She produced a bright red tube of lipstick and after having me open my mouth slightly, started painting my lips with a brush. She finished with a tube of clear gloss, giving my lips a shine like glass. They started to tingle as she finished. "Andrea...?" I was going to ask why my lips felt funny but I stopped in mid sentence. That wasn't me. My voice was at least an octave lower. My eyes opened wide as I grabbed for my throat. Andrea moved my hands from around my neck and started brushing color on my cheeks, nose and forehead. "This lip gloss is designed to plump up your lips and help give you that sexy pouty look that women want." "But what happened to my voice?" I gasped almost breathlessly. I still couldn't believe that voice came out of me. "Oh, that. Well that's just to complete the package. It's only temporary. We'll redo it every couple of days for a while. But don't worry. The treatment lasts a little longer each time you use it and soon your throat will simply adjust. Then you won't need it anymore." Andrea leaned me back in the chair. "One more thing and we'll call you done. She held open my left eye and dropped in a contact lens. "Andrea, I don't wear glasses." I blinked as she held open the other eye and placed the other lens in my eye. "Don't worry, they're not prescription. They just add color." She fluffed my hair, removed the cape and told me my clothes for the day were in the office. With that she was gone to prepare the shop for opening. My thoughts were broken by a ringing of the bell on the front door. Realizing someone was here; I scampered back to the office and locked the door. Safe behind the comfort of a locked door, I tried to catch my breath and reason with all the changes that had occurred. I folded my arms and remembered I had breasts. I closed my eyes and turned toward the mirror on the office door. The robe fell to the floor as I braced to see the latest changes. I slowly opened my eyes and in the mirror I beheld a beautiful woman. I saw dark expressive eyes framed by high arched brows, a perfectly smooth complexion with rosy cheeks and bright shiny red lips with a high, gloss sheen. Looking closer, my eyes were a deep green that went perfectly with my flaming red hair. Soft creamy breasts rose and fell with each breath. A white corset curved in at the waist and ended with a flair at the top of my thighs. Garters pulled my nylons tight to the top of my thighs. My feet were perched high on 4" heels. I reached up and again let my long red nails envelop each breast. I slowly slid one hand down the front of my firm tummy. As it reached the bottom of my corset, it started a smooth curve down between my legs. I drew in my breath and bit my lip. There was no room for where this was going. Turning from the mirror, I opened the locker. Inside on a hanger was a garment bag. Unzipping the bag, I found a thin white blouse with a wide collar. I slipped it on and fumbled with the buttons. Not only were they on the wrong side of the shirt, but my new long nails made even this simple task a chore. The blouse fit perfectly over my new figure. I stepped into the black skirt and found it barely covered the tops of my stockings. I tried to pull it lower but it fit snugly on my waist and wouldn't fit any lower courtesy of the hips provided by the corset. The last thing in the bag was a familiar pink over shirt provided to all the employees. Slipping it on, I noticed the left front breast had the words "Andrea's School of Beauty" and on the right in big cursive writing was my name, Chrissy. I fluffed my collar out. As I did, I noticed a jingling in the pockets. Reaching inside, I pulled out some jewelry. I found several bracelets (at least 3 for each wrist), a small gold ladies watch, two necklaces (a shorter one made in of gold in a herringbone design, and another one with a heart that hung directly between my breasts), there was 5 rings (I put two on one hand and 3 on the other), lastly was a collection of earrings. I quickly found they were all for pierced ears and while I did have pierced ears from high school, I hadn't worn them since then and only had one hole in each ear. A little pushing with the larger hoops and the holes opened back up. I clipped them closed with a snap. I was wondering what to do with the rest when the phone made me jump out of my skin. I picked up the phone and paused for a second unsure of what to say. Then in my new voice, "This is Chrissy," just came out. It was Andrea. "Chrissy, I need you out front. We're getting busy and I have to tend to some students." I paused, unsure of what to do. I was standing there holding the phone wondering what to do when the line just went dead. I had no choice. If I wanted to keep my job I'd better get out there. Besides, where else could I go looking like this? I needed the job. I needed the money. I knew the routine. I just had to do it in these new clothes. Steeling my nerves, I took as big a breath as this corset would let me and opened the door. The tight skirt made me take smaller steps than I was used to but I strode quickly up to the front desk. No one had noticed me. Only then did I realize I hadn't breathed since leaving the office. I let out my breath and noticed my breasts heaving with each breath I took. I tried to minimize their movement but it wasn't easy with the corset that was constricting my waist. I had to breathe with my chest. I sat down behind the desk and checked the appointment book. Even sitting down was different. The boned corset forced me to sit upright in the chair. The good thing was, because I sat upright, it forced me to remember to keep my legs together. Even though I was behind a desk, it was something the short skirt told me to do. Word spread quickly through the girls in the shop and before I knew what was happening a crowd had assembled around the front desk. Everyone was talking at once. I had at least a dozen hands on me, feeling my clothes or fussing with my hair. I felt like I had wandered into a bee hive. A loud clap of hands interrupted the commotion. "LADIES, LADIES, please let her work." Andrea pushed through the crowd. She put her arm around my shoulder to steady me and straightened out my clothes. "You all know Chrissy. She's just trying to fit in better. Now, let her do her job. Everyone back to your stations. We have work to do. The rest of the morning passed by quickly and after a while I relaxed falling into the same comfortable routine as before. We got a short lull during the lunch hour. I was trying to get caught up with a few items when a hand was placed on my shoulder. It startled me and I turned to see Andrea's smiling face. "Well Chrissy, you've seem to have become accustomed to your new surroundings rather quickly." I put my hand on my breast trying to control my breathing. "It's been so busy I haven't had time to get nervous, except for that little gathering with the girls earlier," I said. "Well you're doing a fine job, as usual." She pushed a strand of hair back behind my ear. "You only have one set of earrings in. Where are the rest that I put in your pockets? I reached into my pocket and held them out. "I only have one set of holes and they're from high school. I barely got these in as it was. Sorry." I handed the rest back to her. "I guess I don't need these." "Nonsense. Come with me. We'll fix that right now." I found myself sitting back in her chair as she dug out the piercing gun. Within seconds I had four new holes in my left ear and three new ones in my right. "There. Now your look is complete," she said as she tossed the gun back in the drawer. I pulled my hair back exposing both ears and admired her work. She fussed with my hair a little making sure it looked good and then shooed me back to the desk with a smile and a pat on the rear. The rest of the day passed without incident. But, I did notice a couple of the girls found the time to linger a little while longer behind the desk after their customers left. One in particular tried to fondle me from behind but Andrea noticed and shooed her away before anything got out of hand. I was in the office putting the cash in the safe when Andrea opened the door. "Well young lady. How was your day?" She took off her smock and hung it on the door. "It was kinda fun, I guess." I pulled down the hem of my skirt after stooping to put the cash away. "So when can I get my clothes back to go home?" "Honey, those ARE your clothes. I hired you to be a professional bookkeeper. You do a great job here and now you look the part. If you want to go home, go. I'll see you tomorrow." My shoulders dropped as I looked at her. "What do you mean? This was a fun experiment and all, but where are my clothes? I can't go home like this." I folded my arms under my breasts. I was starting to shake again. Andrea came over and grabbed my hands. "Chrissy, see these nails? You can change the color if you want but these extensions don't come off. The glue I used on those breasts won't come off for at least a month. They're yours. And if you don't like your hair, well...we can change the color but the curls are there to stay unless we shave your head. This is the new you and you're right. You can't go home to that dump you call home. That's why I've arranged for you to move." She showed me a piece of paper with an address on it, dropped a set of keys in a purse and handed them both to me. "This is the address for your new apartment. Don't bother going back to your old place. I had it cleaned out and told the manager you're moving out as well. I'm sure you'll find everything you'll need in your new place." She looked at her watch. "Oh dear, I'm late. Lock up when you leave will you?" With that she was gone. I was left standing in the office holding my "new purse". With nothing left to do, I turned off the lights and grabbed my keys. I only had three keys on my ring, one for the shop, one for my bike lock, and a new key. My old apartment key was gone and in its place was a new one. I locked the front door and pulled out the piece of paper. The address was only a few blocks away. I decided against walking due to my new heels and grabbed a bus. I had a little difficulty getting on the bus with my short skirt. I found by bending my leg to the side I wouldn't give the driver a free look. I walked down the aisle. I tried keeping to myself but felt all the other passengers staring as I passed by. After sitting down, I opened my purse. Inside I found a bag containing some of the makeup she had used on my face. Subconsciously, I opened a small mirror and reapplied my lip gloss. I felt the familiar tingling and I realized my lips were going to be plump for the rest of the evening. I found another smaller bag. I opened it up, peeking inside and found a tampon. Now where did she think I was supposed to use that? There was also a wallet. I opened the wallet and found a set of checks (I'd never had a checking account before.), and a drivers license. Looking closer, I saw it had a picture of the new me on it. "How did she do that?" I wondered. "Had she been planning this all along?" The bus lurched to a stop. Realizing this was my stop; I closed my purse, stood up and walked for the door, again feeling all eyes were on my rear. A small crack appeared in my smile as I put an extra wiggle my ass for them all the way down the aisle. Stepping onto the sidewalk, I found the bus stopped right in front of my building. Grabbing my keys, I walked through a security gate into a lovely courtyard. My apartment was in the back. The key fit nicely in the lock. Opening the door, I gasped. This place was clean, bright, and beautiful. Compared to my old place, this was heaven. I dropped my purse on the table and sat down on a soft couch. Kicking off my heels, I swung my legs up on the couch and closed my eyes. I tried to comprehend all the events and changes that had occurred during the last couple of days. A noise coming from the kitchen snapped me from my thoughts. Creeping around the corner, I was met by Andrea coming through the doorway. I think we scared each other. We both jumped at seeing one another. "I didn't hear you come in!" she said handing me a glass of wine. "You scared me. I didn't know anyone else was here," I said, taking the glass. "Why wouldn't I be here? This is my place," she said smiling. I paused, taking a sip of wine. "You don't think I'd leave you all alone? Do you?" She smiled as she led me back to the living room. "Let me give you a tour. This is your room," she said as she opened a door. I peered inside. The canopy bed was covered in white linen and pillows. The dresser had a large mirror on top and several bottles of perfume. The walk in closet was full of clothes. "I hope you don't mind but I store my spare clothes in here and thanks to the corset, you're now the same size. Feel free to wear anything you want." I took a large gulp of wine. This was going a lot farther than I thought it would at the beginning and it was fast reaching the point of no return. I thought back to my lousy existence pre Andrea. Living in that dump, washing dishes for a living. Looking down at my red nails and the lipstick on the rim of my glass, I thought, "Maybe this isn't so bad." Andrea saw the smile escape from my lips. "Let's go back to the living room and chat. We have a lot to discuss." Andrea ushered me out of the room. I thought I saw her eyeing me as I turned so I put the same little wiggle I had used on the bus as I walked down the hall. A quick slap on my rear made me skip a step. "There's place to use that wiggle. But I'll teach you that later." I smiled as she put her arm around me. Let's just say we chatted until well after midnight. I tried to stifle a big yawn, but it had been a long day. Andrea noticed it and suggested we both retire for the night. She took our glasses to the kitchen as I went to look for something to change into. Inside the closet, I stepped out of my skirt and shrugged off my blouse. I undid my garters and rolled down my stockings. I fumbled a little with the corset but soon was released from its iron grip. I had my choice of several negligees hanging on the rack. I chose a short black one made of satin. It fell over my head and shimmied into place. I straightened the thin straps on my shoulders and buttoned the top. The cups held my new breasts gently. I could see my nipples peeking through the lace. I stepped into the matching panties and found a robe on a hanger. I tied the belt as I stepped into a pair of slippers. Walking into the adjoining bathroom, I washed my face with some cleansers on the counter. Once the makeup was off, I fluffed my hair and leaned closer to peer into the mirror. I ran my nails over the arched eyebrows and down my smooth cheeks, finishing by tracing the outline of my plump lips. "Not much left of my former self," I thought. "But maybe that's a good thing." I made my way back to the bedroom. I stepped out of the slippers and draped my robe over the bottom of the bed. Turning down the covers, I climbed into bed. I felt the sheer fabric of my nightgown slide down between the satin sheets. As my mind faded, I made a mental note to thank Andrea more appropriately the next day for everything she had done. But then...tomorrow's another day.