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Naomi's Redemption - Chapter 2
Naomi spent the next week in a whirlwind of lip gloss, skirts and heels.
Though her life as a he had not been extinguished that long ago, the
constant reinforcement of this feminine environment, and the undeniable
extent of her transformation, made it impossible to imagine she would
ever be Nathan again. And why would she want to be? She was so delicious
and fun now, she enjoyed a level of interaction with girls that far
surpassed the shallow thrills of casual sex as a man. And as for what her
level of interaction with men would be now, well that was still an area
to be explored, currently only in her increasingly erotic dreams, but she
was eager to explore the reality one day. Her hair was arranged every day
in a meticulous tower of curls fixed high on her head, with a few choice
spirals hanging down to frame her face at the front. The long and
glittering earrings she had taken to early on had now become her trade
mark, she could often be caught shaking her head in a mirror and watching
the earrings sway and the curls bounce.
She always dressed up, for everything, even just for watching soap operas
with the beauticians in the sitting room. She loved to look exposed, a
frilled pink blouse that plunged invitingly to draw attention to her huge
cleavage, a tiny little silver skirt that shimmered and stretched as she
bent over, six inch black hooker heels, and her wrists adorned in shining
bangles and bracelets. She liked it when the girls hugged her, and kissed
her cheek, or stroked her arm whilst sharing a compliment, it gave her an
electric thrill she could not find the words to describe. Yes, when she
looked in the mirror, she knew with clarity she had been forcefully
changed from a womanising man called Nathan, chemically injected and
surgically remodelled to become Naomi, a vision of extreme femininity, a
wet dream of exotic proportions and erotic details, standing tall and
proud on two very, very long legs. But the fact she had been dragged here
against her will, the fact she had been unable to stop it happening, the
fact that that had she been Nathan still now, he would have totally
wanted to fuck Naomi till his penis had dropped off, all these things
made it seem ridiculous to kick up a fuss, to do anything but enjoy being
Naomi.
The day she was due to be returned to Susan she was filled with anxiety.
She could hide in all the glitter and perfume of this place, but it had
been made clear she would be living with Susan from now on, the girl she
had wronged so badly. She was glad she was Naomi now, after a lifetime of
careless behaviour she could finally redeem herself, as Nathan she never
really felt she could stop, it was too easy to keep destroying people's
hopes, needlessly breaking hearts out of a basic lack of compassion.
The whole morning was spent preparing, down to the smallest detail, like
how a gift is wrapped up and decorated prior to its recipient seeing it.
She wore a flirty but expensive white dress that ended part way down her
thighs, it contained her breasts well considering the elegant straps. Her
hair was done a little differently, the cascade of blonde curls still
pinned high up but now falling free down one side of her head, leaving
her face exposed on the other side. It made her look more vulnerable. She
was allowed to keep her trade mark earrings, they glittered fabulously in
the salon lights. The look was completed with some white four inch heels,
these also glittered beautifully as she walked. She wondered if brides
felt like this, she so wanted to dazzle and impress, for Susan to like
her, could she look good enough for Susan to forgive her outright? She
arranged strands of hair, checked her make up, questioned the girls
constantly as to whether she looked okay. Time flowed like glue, as if
taunting her, but eventually the hour of Susan's arrival came.
Naomi waited in the reception area of the building near the entrance,
Trevor and nurse Jenny stood either side of her, attempting to calm her
when she looked on the verge of panic. She clutched a pretty little
handbag, white and sparkling, just like her shoes. Inside it contained
new identity cards and a make up bag. Her apartment keys and bank card
had been taken from her when she had first arrived here, and she'd been
informed Nathan had been filed as a missing person. Clearly she'd have a
hard time convincing anyone she was Nathan now anyway. It made it easier
that there was no escape routes, no daring plans to distract her from
being the best Naomi she could possibly be. She watched as a taxi pulled
up beyond the glass entrance doors, the door to the taxi opened, and
Susan stepped out.
She looked amazing, Naomi had forgotten how beautiful the woman was, and
the guilt she had come to feel for her crimes now multiplied by ten.
Susan was tall and elegant, with tanned skin and deep brown eyes. Her
long dark hair held high on her head in a pony tail. She wore a
fashionable long leather coat and matching heeled boots, she looked like
a model or an actress, she looked like a star. For the first time Naomi
truly realised what a fabulous girlfriend he had had as Nathan, the care
Susan had put into her appearance, the charm and elegance she had always
conducted herself with. Susan pushed her way through the doors, stopped
dead, and stared directly at Naomi.
The air seemed to freeze around them all. So much shock and pain and
change had brought Naomi to this moment, and now face to face with Susan,
she couldn't believe she had willingly hurt this woman. This beautiful,
refined, intelligent and powerful woman. Susan had meant nothing more
than any of the other half hearted conquests that had used to justify
Nathan's male ego.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Naomi stammered, a tear rolling down her
cheek.
"Well that's a good start." Susan replied, allowing a small but satisfied
looking smile to escape. Susan looked Naomi up and down, then tentatively
reached a hand out to touch Naomi's cheek, but bit her lip and withdrew
it. "I have to say I'm in awe Trevor, the pictures you sent me really
don't do the reality justice. But looking at the finished product, what
can I say, she's amazing. I just can't wait to get her home." Before
Trevor could respond to Susan's praise Naomi broke down in tears.
"I'm so, so, sorry Susan! I really do remember everything, everything I
did as Nathan, the sort of person I was, and I love that you did this for
me, made me a woman. I just want to do anything I can to make it up to
you, I want to be yours completely, your slave, your whore, your..."
Naomi collapsed on to her knees sobbing, she felt so small right now.
Susan carefully knelt down and lifted Naomi's head so their eyes met.
"You are mine, I own you. You never had a choice in that darling. But the
fact you readily accept this, and that you intend to cooperate, the fact
you feel responsible, that you feel guilt..." Susan paused briefly as she
watched the tears roll down Naomi's cheeks. "Thinking of it all fills my
heart with hope. To see the man I once wanted to have killed as a pouting
beauty queen, on her knees and begging for my forgiveness. It really
shows there is some justice in the world." As Susan finished her sentence
Naomi embraced her both arms, still continuing to sob. Susan glanced up
at Trevor with amusement, whilst patting Naomi on the back in an almost
motherly way. "I'm sure you're dealing with a lot of new feelings Naomi,
but I must ask that you have some dignity. I can't very well show you off
to my friends if you keep breaking down in tears can I." At the mention
of being showed to Susan's friends Naomi looked wide-eyed and a little
scared, but still managed to nod to show that she understood what was
expected of her. "Good, I'm glad you understand darling, now stand up, go
to the girls room and fix your make up. Then we shall go home." Naomi
obediently stood up arranging her dress with slightly shaking hands,
turned and headed back inside the salon.
Once Naomi was definitely out of earshot the remaining three of them
broke out laughing. "I really can't believe it! He's like a delightful
little over emotional slut!" exclaimed Susan. "Well I do what I can with
what I'm given!" Trevor returned with a self confident grin.
The car ride back to Susan's apartment was uneventful, Naomi spent most
of the journey fiddling nervously with her handbag whilst Susan examined
her. No words were exchanged between them. Five minutes from their
destination the driver tried to make small talk, Susan seemed to enjoy
the nervous little squeaks Naomi made in place of actually responding to
his flirty chatter, the reserves of womanly confidence Naomi had been
stock piling in the salon seemed to have evaporated now she was in the
big bad world. Upon reaching the apartment building Susan paid and
thanked the driver.
"We are going to have to work on your social skills." was all Susan said
when they got out of the car, Naomi nodded meekly, her curls and earrings
bouncing adorably with the motion of her head. "It's fine, you have your
whole life ahead of you as a woman. There will be plenty of opportunities
to improve upon these things."
They entered the building, crossed the entrance hall, and took the
elevator to the fifth floor. Upon reaching the requested floor and they
disembarked. They stood in the small but neatly decorated reception area
as Susan fished for her front door keys.
"I've had a room converted for you, I think it will suit your tastes.
Given you don't have any income at present you will be working as my
maid, I hope that's not going to be a problem." Naomi hadn't expected
this, but she shook her head to show she had no issues with the proposed
arrangement. With the door unlocked they entered, Naomi had never
appreciated what a beautiful place this was, the colours, the details,
the luscious furnishings.
"I never noticed before, your place is just, divine!" she shared looking
around with excited eyes.
"And you, are just so, gay!" Susan replied laughing. Naomi was left
confused and bruised looking by this comment, Susan noticed this and
decided to explain. "I didn't mean it in a nasty way, I was only joking.
I know you must still be a little confused with all that's happened,
you're doing very well. It's nice that you've finally noticed the efforts
I've made to make this place look nice, I sincerely mean that. It's just
a lot to learn about the new you." Naomi managed a small smile, Susan
decided to give her a small but reassuring hug, like how an owner strokes
a pet when it's been good. "Now I have some friends coming over for
dinner this evening. I don't expect you to start working tonight, you'll
need some training first. All you have to do is look spectacular for me,
and don't be afraid to share the essence of your blossoming new
personality, I want my friends to really see who you are now. I'm not
going to lie to you, they will probably make fun of you, they are loyal
friends and they hated seeing the way you treated me. Just take it like a
man, sorry, a woman. At the end of the night, if you're good, I may
reward you." Susan's eyes followed Naomi's curves with delight as she
concluded her speech.
"I understand Susan, I don't mind, I deserve worse," Naomi said solemnly,
still clutching her little handbag. Next Susan led Naomi to her room.
It could only be described as a tribute to Barbie. Almost everything was
pink, and styled in the most feminine possible way. Touches of glitter
adorned the bedding and the lamp shades, flower stencils in a darker pink
decorated the drawer units and the cupboard. Next to the bed was a
dressing table overflowing with cosmetics and perfumes, various mirrors
of different sizes were mounted all around the room. Naomi wandered the
room as if in a dream, her mouth open in amazement.
"So, you like it then?" asked Susan from the doorway.
"I don't know what to say! It's just gorgeous!" Naomi replied excitedly.
"Well I'm going to leave you to get ready, you have three hours, don't
disappoint me. Nothing to formal. Trevor tells me you make quite the
little slut left to your own devices, that's what I want my guests to
see." With that Susan closed the door and left Naomi to explore her pink
paradise.
Susan knocked on Naomi's door ten minutes before she expected her first
guests to arrive.
"I know I'm a little early Naomi, but I admit I'm curious to see what
Nathan as a woman looks like without any guidance or limitations. Are you
ready in there?" The door handle was turned from the inside and Susan
took a step back as it opened.
Naomi had twisted her torrent of curls up high to form a towering beehive
like style, a few select strands bouncing softly either side of her face.
Her eyes were darkly outlined pools of lust, further accentuated with
colossal fake eyelashes. Her eyebrows were precise and intentionally
unnatural looking curves, drawn on well above their natural position. Her
lips were practically dripping with gloss and sparkling with glitter.
She'd also put a little glitter on her eyelids cheeks and throat to
balance this out. Her beloved trailing earrings hung heavily down each
side of her face, swaying gently as she leaned her head with a hopeful
little pout. Naomi had decided to wear less clothes than make up, a baby
pink strapless top barely concealed her erect nipples, its fabric was
almost stretched to breaking point by her colossal breasts. Her perfect
waistline was left exposed and vulnerable below this. A pair of tiny hot-
pants in the same material as the top served as little more as a strap of
material perched high upon her thighs. On her feet she wore pink
glittering hooker heels, her exposed toes painted in the same glittering
pink as her fingernails. Even though Susan had given Naomi full
permission to express herself freely, the actual end result left her lost
for words. Naomi misread Susan's expression as disappointment and began
to shake and whimper a little.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I can change, I'll be quick, I won't ruin your
dinner party, I promise!" Naomi was halfway back inside her room before
she felt Susan's hand grabbing her wrist.
"Naomi. I was genuinely thrown, you look breath taking, I guess I'm just
finding it hard to believe this is what the woman inside you looked like.
You do look like a showgirl or a prostitute even, but given a moment to
get my head around that fact, you do it spectacularly well! And it kind
of makes sense given how you treated women doesn't it." Naomi nodded
quietly to show she had considered this fact herself, and it made a lot
of sense. A deep bond of understanding was felt between them, it was kind
of logical that Naomi should be this glittering pink creature right out
of a dirty comic book, something so departed from a man, yet something
more spectacular than a woman. And it seemed very sad that it had taken
this radical change for Naomi to start respecting Susan and feel
genuinely responsible for hurting her. Susan gave Naomi another brief but
reassuring hug.
"Time to put on your dirtiest smile and pull out your most glittering
dinner conversation, people will be arriving very soon. I've paid a lot
of money to prepare you for this unveiling, and I don't want you to
disappoint me." Susan said with a note of warning. Naomi quickly trotted
over to a mirror and inspected herself. A minute later the buzzer rang,
the first guests had arrived.
Naomi felt like a mix between a prize pony and a circus clown. All
Susan's friends openly commented and pointed and laughed, very few spoke
to Naomi directly, and then mostly to tease her in some way. She found it
surprisingly easy to keep her composure, shame had become a drug of
sorts, neither wholly good or bad, but always needed. When pushed to
respond to their jokes she simply played the bimbo, invited and confirmed
their criticisms. Even the more insulting whispers that made their way
around the table didn't phase her, as Naomi she was here to look stunning
and entertain Susan's wishes. She was a parody of a woman, inflated and
glossy, impractical and entirely for show.
Throughout the meal Naomi kept glancing to Susan, to ensure each air-
headed comment or girlish giggle had been well placed, that it had
charmed rather than offended. She was calmed by the fact Susan's
expression stayed relaxed and satisfied. By dessert Naomi's confidence
had returned a little, she oozed sexual body language whilst eating her
chocolate cake, sucking the spoon clean with tightly closed eyes after
every mouthful. She could feel the eyes of the guests on her, finding her
ridiculous, finding her cute, finding her totally captivating. She found
that she could read beneath the bravado of the men at the table. Their
words were as mean as the women's on the surface, but their eyes and the
tone of their voices said something much different.
When dinner was over they all sat down on Susan's expensive leather sofas
and drank more wine. The intoxicating effect of the alcohol loosened
Naomi up further, she looked to Susan for approval less, increasingly
confident she was playing her part perfectly. One of Susan's single
friends Damian had willing placed himself next to Naomi when they had all
sat down. He had maintained the same cruel approach as the other men
present, but Naomi's larger than life persona had really gotten under his
skin. As the drink flowed he couldn't seem to take her eyes of her, he
found that he was helpless to resist. Minutes later Naomi was on his lap,
stroking a long pink talon up and down the sleeve of his shirt. She was
still joining in with the collective chatter, taking care to share
herself with the room, but she had clearly chosen her favourite.
Susan looked across at this spectacle, she hadn't planned the evening in
detail. It had been impossible to know exactly who she was going to bring
home from the Salon today, but there Naomi was working her magic. Naomi,
the sum total of many thousands of dollars of silicone injected, painted
and varnished, glittering hussy, now sitting on her best friend Damian's
lap. He was so distracted with those big blue eyes and drag-queen
eyelashes, he hadn't noticed there was an erection the size of a small
car snaking down the inside of his trouser leg. Yes, this had been
impossible to plan, but what a startling success it had been.
Just after midnight people started to leave. Most of the guests
entertained kisses and hugs from Naomi, her special charms had even
dulled some of the hostility in Susan's female friends. After several
indiscreet and clumsy enquiries from Damian, Susan politely explained he
could have Naomi's number when she was allowed her own phone. Damian then
turned to say goodbye to Naomi and was treated to a more invasive kiss
than the other guests. The stupid grin on his face when he left was
something Susan was unlikely to forget any time soon. She closed the door
to her apartment and turned to Naomi with a stern look, Naomi was already
apparently waiting for this, uncertainty and a little fear in her big
blue eyes. Susan released the door handle slowly, keeping her gaze locked
with Naomi's, making sure to enjoy every moment to the fullest. Finally
she put the terrified looking doll out of her misery.
"You were perfect darling. But I'm retracting that offer of a reward, I
think you already found your own," she jokingly explained. The relief
visibly washed over Naomi and her beauty queen smile returned, complete
with a shake of her dangling earrings and a hurried little clap of
excitement and pride.
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