The Project
Synopsis: A group of girls at Chris' high school decide to make him
their project for the next four years - feminizing him - and they get
some help from an unexpected source during the fourth year.
Eighth Grade
I wouldn't exactly say that we live in the wilderness or anything like
that, but we live in a part of upper New York State that is mainly rural
- small family farms and stuff like that. The area where I live does
have a school, but it's only for grades K-8, no high school (more about
that later). There are only about 150 kids in the school and there's
just one teacher for each grade. Mrs. Houser, the fourth grade teacher,
doubles as the Phys. Ed. teacher and most of the time she just has us
doing exercises and calesthetics and running around an outdoor track and
stuff like that - no real organized sports like basketball or baseball
or football. I guess that bothers me less than it bothers some of the
other kids as I've never been really good at sports - guess some kids
are more coordinated than others - like, whenever I'll get together with
some of my friends for a pick-up game of baseball, I'll always be the
guy who strikes out - but it doesn't bother the other guys - it's just a
friendly game and we've all known each other since we were in
Kindergarten so we all make allowances for each other.
I've got a brother, Cark who is a little more than two years older than
me. Looking at me and Carl you wouldn't think that we had the same
parents. Carl is already almost six feet tall and weighs close to 200# -
and it's all muscle - no fat - while I'm only 5' 4" and weigh 123#.
Carl's really good at sports and is much closer to Dad than I am. Dad's
always taking Carl on camping trips and fishing and stuff like that and
to some of the professional sports events in the larger cities nearby.
That doesn't bother me, though, I went along with them a couple of times
and couldn't understand why anyone would put up with mosquito bites, and
coming home with your sneakers all wet and your clothes smelling all
fishy, or why you'd drive over an hour and pay lots of money to get into
a stadium where you sat in uncomfortable seats next to guys who were
drinking beer and yelling at the players on the field over a bunch of
plays that they disagreed with - didn't make much sense to me.
Carl had graduated from Elementary school two years ago and was now
attending a small high school in a nearby school district, and about
halfway through the eighth grade it kind of sunk in that I had a big
choice to make - where to go to high school. The local school district
has agreements with four surrounding districts that have high schools
that allow students from our district to attend their high schools to
continue their education. Now, three of those high schools are
relatively small and located in rural districts while one is in a larger
city about an hour's drive from here. That one is really big - like
there are about 3,000 students - but it has a pretty good record and
offers lots of courses that the smaller schools don't offer. Guess
that's why my parents and the guidance counselor have been pushing me to
choose that high school. I did get a chance to tour it and, once I got
over the size - like, it occupies a whole block and if four stories high
- I was kind of impressed by it. I wasn't wild about spending two hours
every day riding a bus back and forth but finally agreed with my folks
and decided to go to the big city high school. Guess that wasn't all
that popular a decision because of the 21 kids in my graduating class,
only five others decided to go to that school - and all of them were
girls! And what was worse was that several of those girls and I hadn't
really gotten along for several years. Like, as far back as the third or
fourth grade I had started teasing them - you know how boys tease girls
- and they had gotten pretty mad at me a couple of times and it had
gotten to the point where their parents called my parents a couple of
times and complained about the teasing, and of course that got me in
trouble at home. "Oh well, it's going to be a big school," I thought,
"They can do their thing and I can do mine."
My Freshman Year
Man, I didn't realize how much of a hassle the bus rides to and from
school were going to be, like, Doan, Kellie, Jean, Kay, Sierra and I
have to be at our old elementary school by 6:30am to board a special
school bus for a 45 minute ride to a drop point where we will be picked
up by a bus from the high school that has been picking up other students
in that area, and then it's another 30 minute ride to the high school,
getting us there just a few minutes before homeroom starts at 8:00am.
And then in the afternoon we reverse the process, leaving the high
school shortly after classes are out at 3:30pm and arriving back at our
old elementary school about 5:15pm - or so. I guess the only good thing
about the ride is that it gives me a chance to catch up on a little
studying or work on an assignment - at least during the portion of the
ride on the special bus - once we get on the high school bus there's too
much noise and activity to concentrate on anything.
The first couple of days at the high school I really hated it, like, I
didn't know my way around the huge building, and I didn't know any of
the other kids (well, except for the five girls from my elementary
school, of course), and since the high school had grades 6-12 almost all
of the other kids had been together at least two years and had formed
friendships and bonds and cliques and weren't really interested in
becoming friends with some kids from, "Out in the boonies," as I heard
one of them refer to me once.
After another week or so I had learned my way around the high school but
still hadn't made any friends so I ended up spending most of my time
hanging around with the five girls from my old school. Because of the
way the guidance counselor had set up our classes the six of us were in
all the same classes - except for one section of English where only Doan
was in the same section that I was. And I guess that they'd gotten over
being mad at me for teasing them in elementary school as they were
pretty nice to me.
Finally, after about another month, I gave up trying to make any new
friends in the high school and Doan, Kellie, Jean, Kay, Sierra and I
became a "gang of six."
Halfway through my Freshman year I had to do something with my hair, but
first let me explain how I treated my hair. I really, really didn't want
to spend a lot of time messing around with my hair - and that includes
haircuts. What I had been doing for as long as I could remember was
getting a haircut when the weather began to turn warm in the spring -
and a really short haircut - like, a "buzz" cut. That would be
comfortable during the warm summer months and as the weather began to
grow colder my hair would also be growing out, and I'd just let it grow
during the school year. So by the next spring it would be, like, four
inches or so long. Mom would occasionally trim it in the back but I
wouldn't touch the front or the sides much so by the time it was due to
be cut again, I'd have to part it (on the left side) and comb it across
my forehead to keep it out of my eyes, and my ears would be pretty much
covered up - and then I'd get another "buzz" cut and the whole cycle
would start over again.
Except that, with all of the excitement involved with graduating from
eighth grade and with my folks wanting me to look nice for my graduation
photos, I'd skipped the buzz cut that spring and just gone to the barber
for a quick trim. So that by about four months into the school year it
had gotten really long - like in the front it was over six inches long
and I had to keep brushing it back out of my eyes and on the sides and
in the back it now brushed against the top of my shoulders. So anyway, I
was eating lunch in the school cafeteria a couple of weeks ago and every
time I leaned forward to take a bite of food my hair would fall down
over my eyes and I'd have to brush it back and I finally mumbled, ".....
stupid hair .....," or something like that.
Sierra looked over at me and said, "You know Chris, it does look pretty
shaggy and messy."
"Yeah, I think I'll see if I can get it cut short this weekend."
"Cut short? Like, how short?"
"Buzz cut, maybe?" I replied.
And at that point several of the other girls joined the conversation and
they were all telling me what a bad idea that was and how my hair would
look so much better if I just had it trimmed and styled a little.
"Trimmed and styled?" I thought, that sounded way too girlie to me - and
I told them that.
Anyway, I guess they decided to make my hair a project, because two days
later after we'd boarded the bus at the elementary school, Kay took a
couple of things out of her backpack and she and Jean sat on either side
of me and began to work on my hair. I guess Kay's older sister works in
a beauty shop and she had loaned Kay some scissors and combs and things
like that and given her some tips on how to use them. I protested that I
really didn't want anything done to my hair but Kay got this really
determined look on her face and told me that she was just going to
"..... neaten things up a little and stop being so fussy," so I shut up.
So anyway, as we're riding along Kay is combing my hair and trimming it
a little, and then combing it some more and then more trimming, and I'm
just hoping that the bus doesn't hit a bump and she'll slip and take off
part of one of my ears. When we got to the high school I made a quick
trip to the Boy's Room to see what she had done and I was relieved to
see that it didn't look much different, well, maybe just a little neater
in the back. For the next couple of days Kay brought the scissors and
combs and things along on the bus and continued to work on my hair.
Finally, at the end of the third day just before we pulled into the
elementary school parking lot she put all her stuff away and proclaimed
her work "finished."
I was hoping that she hadn't made it look really girlie so I hurried
home and looked at myself in the mirror in my bedroom. Well, it wasn't a
style that I would have picked but it didn't look as bad as I was afraid
that it would. Kay had parted it on the left and combed it over my
forehead, just barely covering the top of my right eye. I had bangs on
either side that covered my ears and framed my face and that ended up in
feathery waves on my shoulders. I could tell that Dad didn't like it
because when I came down for supper that night and he saw my hair he got
this kind of disgusted look on his face - but at least he didn't say
anything about it to me.
And after a couple of weeks, I got to really like my new hairstyle. The
only problem was that it took me, like, about a half hour to brush and
comb it in the morning and I was already getting up at 5:30am to make it
to the bus pickup point at the elementary school by 6:30am and I didn't
want to lose any more sleep. So I got Mom to buy me a couple of sets of
combs and brushes and a couple of small mirrors and I kept one set on
the top of the dresser in my room and put the other set in my backpack
so that I could be tending to my hair during the first leg of the bus
ride to school. And then, if it had gotten messed up during the day I
could touch it up on the last leg of the bus ride home. I realized the
girls were touching up their hair at noon after letting lunch in the
Cafeteria but I wasn't sure that I wanted the other guys to see me
brushing and combing my hair in the Boy's Room so I waited till the bus
ride home.
About two months before the end of the school year, we had to register
for next year's classes and we had been talking about what classes to
sign up for, hoping that we could have as many of the same classes and
sections as possible. The girls were going to sign up for a class called
"Family & Consumer Science" and I had no idea what that was, but I
always liked science classes so I signed up for that too.
By the end of the school year, my hair had gotten to the point where it
now fell about two inches below the tops of my shoulders. At first it
felt really strange to feel it swinging back and forth a little as I
walked and rubbing against my shoulders but eventually I got to like the
feel of it. Even though I was brushing and combing it the way Kay had
showed me, I noticed that the girls' hair seemed to be, well, smoother
and shinier than mine was. I asked Kay about that and she asked me what
brand of conditioner I was using. "Conditioner?" I asked. Kay got this
disgusted look on her face, like, "Doesn't he know anything about hair?"
And then she explained that I needed to shampoo my hair every couple of
days and then apply conditioner to it. The next day she handed me some
partly used bottles of the shampoo and conditioner that she used and
gave me a few hints on how to use and apply them. I tried them for a
couple of days and, WOW, did they make my hair look a lot better -
fuller and more glossy and shinier! The part about them that I wasn't
wild was that they left my hair with a slight strawberry fragrance but I
got used to that and when I used up what Kay had given me, bought some
more of the same brand but picked a peach fragrance as I wasn't that
wild about strawberry.
My Sophomore Year
Golly, the Family & Consumer Science course wasn't what I thought that
it would be. I thought that it was going to be a regular science course
with equipment and labs and experiments and fun stuff like that. But
this course is all about stuff like food and nutrition, and interior
design, and life skills and clothing and junk like that. After the first
couple of classes I was going to drop the course and transfer to
something more interesting but the girls got on my case and convinced me
that I should give it more of a try.
The high school has a whole lot of clubs and organizations and a couple
of them like the Math Club and maybe even the Boys Choir seemed like
they might be fun but the problem was that that would require a change
to the bus schedule that the six of us were using to get home after
school - as most of the meetings were held shortly after the end of
classes in the afternoon and lasted for a couple of hours. I was talking
with the girls about how I wanted to join a couple of the groups and
they told me in no uncertain terms that no way were they going to hang
around school for a couple of hours more one or two days a week so that
I could join a couple of groups that they thought were really dumb.
So what did they all do, but join something called "The Future
Homemakers of America" which I wasn't sure what it was all about but it
really didn't sound like the kind of thing a guy would be interested in.
And since there were five of them and one of me, guess what, the bus
schedule got changed so that they could attend the FHA meetings after
school one day a week. After a couple of weeks of hanging around the
Library for a couple of hours once a week waiting for the FHA meeting to
end so we could catch the bus home, I was complaining to them about how
unfair it was to make me wait so they could go to one of their stupid
meetings. Well, they ganged up on me and told me to quit complaining and
if I was just going to be bored sitting in the Library or in Study Hall,
why didn't I just come and sit in on the FHA meetings - I might still be
bored but at least they'd know where I was so we could get right on the
bus after the meeting was over. I couldn't really argue with getting
home a little earlier so I started sitting in on the FHA meetings - felt
a little uncomfortable being the only guy in a room full of girls at
first but I just sat in the back of the room and pretty much ignored
what was going on at the meeting.
I've always been kind of a "hands on" guy - I like to take things apart
and fix them and stuff like that. Well, one of our neighbors had thrown
away an old lawnmower - the engine still worked, sort of, but the drive
mechanism had quit and he had gotten tired of having to push it to mow
his lawn. So anyway, he'd given it to me and I was working on rebuilding
the engine to get it running a little better - didn't really have any
plans to do anything with it when I was done but it was fun to be
working on it. After I'd finished working on it one evening and I was
getting ready for bed, I realized how cruddy my hands had gotten - like,
they were really greasy and black and there was dirt under my
fingernails and a couple of them were chipped or broken at the ends.
"Man, that looks pretty gross," I thought, so I cleaned them up as best
I could but the next day they still looked pretty wicked and the girls
were kidding me about how grungy they looked. "Yeah? You try rebuilding
a 2-cycle engine and see what your hands end up looking like," I
thought. But I did kind of think that they had a point so I thought that
in the future I'd try to take a little better care of them.
It's kind of funny but the F&CS course is getting kind of interesting.
We've just finished a module on textiles and fabrics and I was surprised
to find how interesting it had been. Like, I didn't realize how many
different kinds of fabrics and textures and colors there were and how
each combination had its particular application - I'm getting kind of
glad that the girls talked me into not dropping the course.
My birthday was last week and the girls surprised me by giving me a card
that they had all signed and a small box wrapped in a pretty pink paper.
Anyway, when I opened it I found that it contained a pair of earrings. I
guess I must have gotten this kind of "grossed out" look on my face as
they giggled and told me that lots of guys wear earrings these days and
besides, they were, like, just these small studs with a little diamond
(Or, more likely, just a piece of cut glass) on them. Of course, the
problem was that I'd have to get my ears pierced before I could wear
them, so on the next Saturday, we went over to Doan's house and they put
ice cubes on my earlobes and then pierced them with a needle and rubbed
some antiseptic on them and put in the earrings. It really didn't hurt
all that much and I'm, like, doing my "brave guy" thing, like, "Oh,
blood? That's nothing. You should have seen what it looked like when
Carl hit me in the forehead with a tree branch. Man, I almost had to get
a transfusion!" And even though I wasn't wild about wearing earrings, at
least my hair covered my ears so you couldn't tell that my ears had been
pierced.
Now that I've been taking better care of my hands, and my fingernails
especially, for several months, my fingernails have grown out past the
tips of my fingers and I was thinking that I'd have to start trimming
them. I'd mentioned that to Kellie and she was, like, "Oh no, you don't
want to cut them back, they're just beginning to look nice," and she was
telling me how I should file the ends to make them smooth and put some
clear polish on them. Man, that did not seem like something that I
wanted to do but the next day Kellie brought some stuff along on the bus
and on the way to school she shaped the ends of my nails and then on the
way home put clear polish on them - that was kind of a hassle as I had
to be careful not to let anything touch them while the polish dried -
but I did have to admit that when she was done with them, that they did
look a lot neater and shiny.
It's kind of funny but since I've been taking the FC&S course, I've
grown closer to Mom. Quite often when the course gets into a new module
I'll sit down with Mom and show her what we're going to be covering.
There was one module on Menu Planning and Cooking and I had absolutely
NO CLUE as to what was going on so Mom helped me out a lot and I even
got to the point where she showed me how to cook a couple of simple
recipes, like spaghetti and meat sauce, and macaroni and cheese - kind
of neat to actually be able to eat something that I'd cooked by myself.
Near the end of the F&CS course we all had to complete a sewing project.
The school provided the plans (They called them "patterns.") and the
fabric and all the sewing supplies and all we really had to do was cut
the fabric according to the pattern and use the machines to sew the
pieces together. Being kind of mechanically inclined I was one of the
best kids in the class when it came to using the sewing machines.
Anyway, I wasn't sure what I wanted to sew for my project but I finally
decided on a shirt - except that they didn't have any patterns for boy's
shirts so I picked the closest thing I could find - a girl's blouse. I
figured that I'd make a blouse that would be the right size for someone
about my size, but man was that hard to figure out because girl's sizes
are way different than boy's sizes. But with the help of the teacher, I
figured out that a size 12 or 14, or maybe even a 16 would probably be
close.
I didn't want anything too fancy so I just picked a tan silk fabric and
got to work. Well, I soon found out why the teacher kept saying,
"Measure twice, cut once," because the first set of pieces I sewed
together would have looked pretty good - if the person wearing them was
The Bride of Frankenstein that is. But my second attempt really came out
pretty good. I was showing it to the girls on the ride home and they
were all, like, "Oh Chris, you have to put it on so we can see what it
looks like."
So I pulled off the polo shirt I was wearing and put on the blouse and
found that it really did fit me pretty well. I fluffed my hair out over
the blouse's collar and turned around so the girl's could admire my
work. Doan was, like, "Oh Chris, it makes you look so pretty," but I
guess she must have seen the look on my face for she stammered, "Oh
..... uh ..... I mean it makes you look so handsome," and I guess that I
blushed a little at the complement as the girls giggled. I kept the
blouse on to show Mom how nice it looked and she agreed that I'd done an
excellent job. I was so proud that I wore it till I went to bed that
night even though Carl kidded me a little and I could tell from Dad's
scowl that he didn't like it.
Every year shortly before the start of summer vacation, the FHA puts on
a fashion show. I wasn't wild about participating in it but the girls
kept telling me that I just HAD to model the blouse that I'd made for
F&CS. So I reluctantly agreed and the girls helped me get ready. Kellie
found a pair of her white slacks that would fit me - they were kind of
loose around my rear end and hips, and tight around my waist, but the
bottom of the blouse covered that up pretty well. Just before the show
was to start Kay looked at me with a quizzical look on her face and then
mumbled to herself, "Yeah, that's what you need," and reached into her
backpack and pulled out a compact and brushed some violet eye shadow
around my eyes. When she held up the compact's mirror so that I could
see what she had done, I couldn't believe how much the eye shadow made
my eyes look so big and beautiful. But right after the show I quickly
washed it off - didn't want any guys to see me wearing eye shadow!
Before the end of our Sophomore year we have to indicate what we think
we might want to do when we graduate from high school - I guess it's so
that the Guidance Counselors can make sure that we sign up for the right
courses to prepare for that career. I was, like, "Man, I'm not even sure
what I want to do this weekend, let alone when I graduate from high
school," as I was sitting with the girls in the Cafeteria looking at the
long list of possible careers that the Guidance Office had given us to
start us thinking about possibilities. I think the girls were getting
kind of tired about my indecision as they had filled out their forms
within minutes. Finally the five-minute warning bell rang and Sierra got
this exasperated look on her face, grabbed my form, circled a career and
shoved it back in my hand. "There. Problem solved," she said as we went
off to our next class. I looked down at the form and saw that she had
circled "Cosmetology."
My Junior Year
I was just kind of bored, hanging around the house one week in July. The
rest of my family was off doing their "things" and all the girls except
Doan were vacationing with their families and Doan had gotten a summer
job at a day care center that kept her occupied most weekdays. I'm not
sure why, but my thoughts had drifted back to how nice my eyes had
looked when Kay had put eye shadow on them at the FHA Fashion Show and I
was thinking that it might be fun to experiment a little more with eye
shadow. So I rode my bike over to a nearby drug store and bought a
couple of different colors - the same shade of violet that Kay had used,
some very dark brown (almost black), a lighter tan and some pink. When I
got back home I went up to my room and started to apply the dark brown
eyeshade - I'd never done this before and I wasn't sure how much to
apply or how large an area to cover. So anyway, I'd been working at it
for about a half hour when I heard the doorbell ring. Man, I didn't want
anyone to see me wearing eyeshade, other than the girls, of course, but
I peeped out a window and saw that it was Doan so I went downstairs and
opened the front door to let her in. She took one step into the house,
stopped and stared at me and her eyes opened really wide - and then she
giggled a little and then burst out laughing. "Okay, what's so funny," I
asked.
"Well, it looks like you've been experimenting with eye shadow."
"Yeah. So? It doesn't look good on me?"
"No. It looks fine. If you're a raccoon, that is. You've got these big
black circles around your eyes!"
"So. You think you could do a better job?"
"Couldn't do a worse job. Here, let's clean you up and I'll show you how
to do it right."
So anyway, Doan cleaned off all the eye shadow that I had applied and
then she spent over an hour with me, showing me how to apply eye shadow
and then having me apply and remove it several times while she offered
suggestions. Finally when she thought that I was now capable of doing a
decent job by myself she said, "Okay Chris, now let's move on to
eyeliner and mascara." Oh man, I'd heard the terms before but I was,
like, way ignorant of what they were or how to use them. But Doan spent
another hour with me, working with some cosmetics that she had in her
backpack and finally held up a mirror to let me see the final results.
Oh My God! My eyes looked so big and beautiful and I had these long
eyelashes and I was just ..... so ..... well, overwhelmed with how
beautiful I looked that I burst into tears, and of course that got my
mascara all wet and I had these drops of black goop running down my face
and I looked like a character from the Addams Family and that got Doan
laughing, and then I was laughing, and we were hugging each other, and
then Doan Kissed me, and I kissed her back, and all of a sudden we both
realized that here we were in my bedroom and we had been hugging and
kissing and we immediately stepped back from each other and Doan was
blushing and I guess that I probably was too as my face felt hot. "Well,
so now that you know how to do it," Doan said as she prepared to leave,
"Don't get too carried away. Remember that less is sometime more."
As I was lying in bed that night, I was thinking about how it had felt
to hug and kiss Doan and the funny thing was that it hadn't felt really
like ..... well, like a boy-girl hug and kiss, but more like the quick
hug and kiss that I had seen girls exchange frequently at school when
something nice had just happened or when they met.
But I did take Doan's advice about the eye makeup - I did start applying
eye shadow most mornings when I got up but I didn't apply very much of
it - I wanted my eyes to look a little prettier but nothing extreme -
and I'd use the eyeliner and mascara very infrequently - and never when
Chris or Dad would see it - Mom was okay with the makeup but I knew that
Dad especially would read me the riot act if he ever saw it!
By the middle of August, all the girls were back in town and the weather
had been pretty hot and humid so the six of us decided to have a pool
party one Wednesday. Sierra's folks had put in an in-ground pool last
summer so we all went over to her house mid-morning, loaded down with
MP3 players, snacks, magazines, sunscreen, towels and pool blankets,
sunglasses, hats, swimsuits, and you name it. The girls went into the
house to change into their swimsuits and I'd put my swimsuit on under my
jeans when I got dressed that morning so I just pulled off my Tee and me
jeans and jumped in the pool. A little while later the girls came out of
the house and WOW, did they look great. All of them had these little
bikinis on, except for Doan who was wearing a one-piece suit - she's
Chinese or Vietnamese or something and I guess her parents are a little
stricter on the clothes that she can wear. In a way, I was kind of
embarrassed because the girls looked so nice and here I was, wearing a
big baggy pair of boy's black swim shorts that hung most of the way down
to my knees, but it didn't seem to bother the girls so I kind of forgot
about how much nicer their swimsuits looked than mine did.
After an hour or so the sun was nearly overhead and it was getting
pretty warm so we began to apply sunscreen. It was, like, kind of a
community project - we'd apply it to the parts of our bodies that we
could reach and then we'd turn to whoever was closest and ask them to
apply it to the other areas. I'd asked Kay to help me with my back and
she obliged - it felt really nice to feel her oily hands rubbing my back
and massaging my muscles (the few that I had) and I was so relaxed that
when she was done I just laid down on my back on my beach towel and
enjoyed the warm rays of the sun. All of a sudden I heard Kay say,
"Eewwww, that's gross!"
"Gross? What's gross," I asked, opening my eyes and sitting up.
"That," she said, pointing to my chest.
I looked down and didn't see anything wrong with my chest. "What? What's
wrong? I don't see anything."
"Hair. You've got chest hair," Kay replied.
By now all the girls were gathered around me and staring at my chest.
Now I had to admit that I did have a few straggly hairs on my chest, not
anywhere near the really hairy chests that some of the other guys had,
but a little chest hair nevertheless. And to be truthful, I wasn't wild
about my chest hair but it wasn't like I was growing snake scales or
anything, like, give me a break.
"Tweezers. We need Tweezers," Kay said, and Sierra ran back into her
house and returned in a minute or so with two pairs of tweezers. "Lay
down on your back," Kay ordered and I complied. So for about the next
fifteen minutes the girls went over every inch of my chest and every
chest hair they found was immediately pounced upon with a pair of
tweezers and removed. For the first few minutes I was really embarrassed
to be having the girls do this to me but it didn't hurt all that much so
I just lay back and relaxed while they worked on me. And when they were
done, other than a few small red spots here and there my chest was
completely clean and hair free. As I rubbed more sunscreen on my chest
and felt how smooth and soft my skin now felt I decided that from now on
I'd get rid of any chest hairs that returned and keep my skin as soft
and shiny and smooth as it now was.
Guess that Mom thought that I was old enough to do my own back-to-school
clothes shopping as she gave me a budget and told me that I was on my
own so Jean and Kellie and I made plans to go to a nearby shopping mall
in a couple of days and shop for clothes. I got most of my shopping done
fairly quickly, although Jean and Kellie did tag along with me and made
a few suggestions about what I should and shouldn't choose. I agreed
with most of their comments but there were a couple of colors for shirts
like yellow and lavender that I wasn't wild about but I went along with
them. And there was this one sweater in a white, soft and fluffy fabric
(I think it was cashmere or something) that I wouldn't have chosen but
when they had me try it on I did have to admit that it felt nice and
soft against my skin even though it had more of a "girlie look" than I
would have picked - but again, I bought it.
So then I tagged along with them when they went to choose their clothes.
Gosh was that a waste of time - like, they'd look in one store and try
on a couple of things and then they'd move to another store and do the
same thing, and then to a third store and then back to the first store -
but after about four hours they had completed most of their shopping and
we were getting ready to leave. But on our way out of the store we
walked past a table of girl's blouses on sale and they stopped to browse
through the selection. I guess they found a couple that they liked as
they asked me to hold them up as they stood back and looked at them.
They finally selected four in white, tan, yellow and pink and then they
grabbed a couple of packages of panties as we walked to the cashier.
They paid for their final purchases and as we left the store they handed
me the shopping bag that contained the blouses and panties. "Here, this
is a present for you for putting up with us while we took so long to
pick out our clothes," Jean said and they both giggled a little.
"But ..... but ..... but these are girl's clothes," I stammered.
"Yeah, but remember how nice that blouse that you made in F&CS looked on
you?" Jean said, "Plus, it's just a present and if you don't like them
after you've tried them on you can always exchange them for something
else."
I just nodded in agreement.
When I was back in my bedroom I took the clothes that I had bought and
arranged them in my dresser and closet, and then turned to the clothes
that the girls had bought for me. I tried on each of the blouses that
they had bought me and had to admit that they looked very nice on me -
well, the pink one looked a little too nice, if you know what I mean so
I stuck that one way in the back of my closet. I finally got up the
courage to open one of the packages of panties and look at them more
closely. Actually they weren't as bad as I had feared - they were plain
white and though they were cut differently than the boy's briefs that I
had been wearing, they didn't look all that different. When I tried them
on though, they felt really different - like the fabric was really thin
and smooth and they rode lower on my body so that they did cover me up
"down there" but just barely, and when I pulled my jeans back on I could
feel my exposed skin and even my "covered up parts" rubbing against the
rough inside of my jeans through the thin fabric. "Man, this feels
neat," I thought, "I think I'll wear these all the time." I didn't want
to get the blouses dirty so I only wore them when the girls and I were
going to go to a movie or something, but I began wearing the panties all
the time.
At the recommendation of my guidance counselor, I had signed up for two
elective courses: Hair Styling and Manicures & Pedicures. Both of them
were okay although a lot of the stuff seemed pretty basic. I was the
only guy in both courses and I got to know several of the girls in the
courses and when we had a little free time we'd talk about hair styles
and clothes and makeup and stuff like that.
As I was taking my shower this morning and washing off my chest, I
realized how nice and smooth my skin felt since the girls had "tweezed"
off my chest hair - and it wasn't only that my skin felt so nice and
smooth but it looked a lot better without that ugly hair. As I was
drying myself off with a towel however, I happened to look in the mirror
while my right arm was up on the air and I saw the curly dark hair in my
armpit. "Gross," I thought. It's funny, I don't have any real hair on my
arms or legs - just a little light fuzz - but my armpits are really bad
looking. "Got to fix that," I thought so I got out my razor and shaved
my armpits. They looked so much better when I was done that I decided
that I'd keep shaving them in the future.
For my Senior year, my Guidance Counselor recommended that I sign up for
Spa Operations and Esthetician Basics, so I did.
My Senior Year
Near the end of my Junior year, I had been complaining to the girls that
I hadn't been able to find a summer job - well, I guess that wasn't
completely true, I could probably have been able to get a job doing,
like, painting houses or yard work or something like that but I didn't
want any job that would require me to get all dirty or sweaty. I'd
applied for several clerk positions in local clothing stores but without
any experience I didn't get the jobs. A week or so after that, Kay came
up to me and told me that her sister had said that the salon where she
works was looking for a part-time gofer. "Gopher?" I said, "That's an
animal. What are you talking about?"
Kay just giggled and said, "Silly. A gofer is just someone who does odds
and ends, like, 'Go fer this', or 'Go fer that'." I was kind of
embarrassed that I hadn't known what a 'gofer' was and I blushed.
Anyway, Kay continued and told me that if I was interested that her
sister would put in a good word for me and that sounded neat so I told
her to go ahead. So the following Saturday I went to the "La Fleur Day
Spa" (which I thought was kind of a little "too cute" for a name) for an
interview with the owner. Everyone just referred to her as "Ms. Claire"
and she was something - only about 5' 3" tall and kind of chubby and
with this huge head of blue-white hair in a fancy style. But she wasn't
anyone to mess around with - when she told you to do something, you did
it, and fast, or she'd read you the riot act right in front of anyone.
So anyway, she talked with me for about fifteen minutes, and when she
found out that I had declared a Cosmetology major and had taken Hair
Styling and Manicures & Pedicures courses last year she offered me the
job on the spot. The job was only part-time, and it only paid minimum
wage but it wasn't too hard - I just ended up cleaning up around the
salon, and running out to buy supplies when they ran short, and there
were a couple of times when the Receptionist couldn't come in so I
filled in for her. But I guess that I was doing a good job as Ms. Claire
was nice to me.
We decided to have another pool party at Sierra's and as we were
relaxing around the pool I kept noticing the nice two-piece bikinis that
the girls were wearing (guess Doan's parents had given in and allowed
her to buy one although it was a little less skimpy that the ones the
other girls were wearing) and comparing them to the same pair of baggy
black boy's swim shorts that I had worn last year. Guess Jean must have
noticed the look on my face as she asked, "Chris, what's bothering you?"
"Oh, not much, I was just noticing how much prettier girl's swimwear is
then these things," as I gestured at my shorts.
Sierra looked at me for a couple of seconds and then smiled and said,
"Come on into the house with me. I think we can fix you up with
something better." So I followed her into her bedroom and she rummaged
around in one of the drawers in her dresser and then tossed me a couple
of things - as I grabbed them I realized that they were the bottom parts
of two bikini swim suits. "See which one fits you the best," Sierra said
as she turned and left the room. Well, one of them was way too small for
me - like, my dick kept popping out the top of it - but the other one
was cut a little fuller and it covered me up, barely. I was pretty self-
conscious as I walked back out to the pool wearing just the bottom of a
girl's bikini but Sierra said, "Wow Chris, that looks really nice on
you," and I blushed.
"Well, yeah, except for that big bulge in the front," Jean said and I
looked down and realized how the thin fabric had molded itself to my
body and you could clearly see the bulge of my dick where it lay against
the top of my left leg. Now, I'm not, like, "huge" or anything but it
did look kind of weird to see a girl's bikini bottom trying to contain a
guy's dick. "But I think we can fix that," Jean continued as she walked
over to me and just reached down into my bikini and grabbed my dick and
stuffed it back down between my legs, "There, that looks better." And
the girls were all giggling at what Jean had done to me, and I was
really embarrassed and blushing because I'd, like, never had a girl
touch me that way before. But after an hour or so it stopped feeling
like, really, really strange to have my dick stuffed down between my
legs so that you couldn't really see it at all through my bikini and I
stopped thinking about it and just enjoyed the rest of the day. And in
fact when I was getting dressed at the end of the day as I pulled on my
panties I sort of unconsciously stuffed my dick back down between my
legs so that it wouldn't make an ugly bulge in my panties.
Hey, early in July I got a promotion at the salon! The Receptionist had
been missing a lot of days and screwing up reservations and getting
snippy with the patrons when they complained so Ms. Claire fired her and
gave me the job. So now I have a full-time job as the Receptionist at
the "La Fleur Day Salon" and I even got a small raise along with the
promotion. The job is really pretty easy, I just have to sit at the
Receptionist's Desk and answer the phone and make appointments for the
stylists and the manicurist, and call people the day before their
appointment to remind them. Actually there are often times when I'm not
that busy and I can be working on my nails or touching up my makeup or
brushing my hair. Ms. Claire didn't mind that as I'm kind of the "face
of the salon" and she wanted me to look nice so at her suggestion I
started wearing more makeup and lipstick and got these really big dangly
earrings that you could see when I brushed my hair back over my
shoulders, and she had the manicurist put these really nice-looking long
white nail extensions on my fingers. And she gave me a couple of rings
and bracelets to dress up my hands and wrists and a little diamond
pendant that looked, like, really, really nice when I left the top two
buttons of my blouse unbuttoned.
After a couple of weeks though, I guess Ms. Claire decided that my
"plain" hair style didn't fit in with the image she wanted to project
for her salon so she had one of the stylists touch up my hair for me.
Well, I guess maybe "touch up" isn't the right description as she
lightened and streaked my hair and set it in this really fancy
arrangement with a lot of it piled up on the top of my head. Man, I
looked like something out of a fashion magazine!
I guess about the only bad part of the job was that right next to the
Receptionist's Desk there's a table with coffee and tea on it for the
patrons, and several types of flavored waters, and several bowls of
candy and two trays of different kind of pastries. Well, it's not bad
that there's this table next to my Desk, but since all that candy and
food was right next to me I couldn't help snacking on it and usually
when I was just sitting there with nothing to do I'd be popping a piece
of candy into my mouth or eating a piece of pastry or a jelly-filled
donut. The snacking, coupled with the fact that I was just sitting at a
Desk all day and not getting exercise had a not unexpected effect - by
the end of the summer I'd gained almost twenty five pounds. Now, it
wasn't like I had gotten fat, or even chubby, but my body just looked,
well, just kind of "softer" and a lot of the weight gain had been in my
hips and rear end. So from the waist down I definitely had a fuller
figure. And when I went to buy back-to-school clothes I couldn't have
fit into boy's jeans even if I'd wanted to, it was strictly girl-cut
clothes for me from now on! But it didn't bother me all that much and
when I pulled on a pair of tight stretch jeans and saw how much they
shaped my rounded rear end and how it bounced and jiggled just a little
as I walked back and forth in front of the fitting mirror in the store,
I decided that I really liked my new figure.
I'd made enough money at the salon that summer that I could afford to
buy a used car so that I didn't have to ride the buses to and from
school anymore. That worked out well because Ms. Claire wanted me to
continue working at the salon during the school year. Since I was
interested in a career in Cosmetology anyway, Ms. Claire and the
Guidance Counselor worked out a deal that would allow me to attend
classes at the high school from 8:00am till 11:30am and then leave
school, grab a quick lunch, and start working at the salon when it
opened at noon, and then work at the salon till 6:30pm when things
slowed down and they didn't need a full-time Receptionist - Ms. Claire
or one of the stylists could fill in. And since my work at the salon was
related to my planned career, I could actually get school credits for
it. Man, talk about getting paid for something I liked to do and getting
school credits for it at the same time!
After High School
About halfway through my senior year however, it all fell apart. What
with all the hours I was putting in at the salon I just didn't have
enough time to study and my grades were, like, really bad - oh, Spa
Operations and Esthetician Basics were okay, but my other grades were
all D's and F's. Dad really got on my case and demanded that I stop
working at the salon and, "Stop dressing like some fucking fag," and I
lost my temper and screamed some really bad things at him and stormed
out of the house. I just drove around for awhile while I cooled off and
without really thinking about it ended up at La Fleur and I went in and
found Ms. Claire and started to talk to her and then broke down and
started sobbing. She got me back in her office and made me a cup of tea
and got me calmed down and got me to tell her why I was so upset. "So,
you're telling me that you won't be working here anymore," she asked.
"Oh, I don't know what I'm telling you. I really like working here, but
my parents, at least my Dad, won't allow it. I don't know what to do"
and I started sobbing a little again.
"Well, I'm not suggesting that you do this," she said, "But at eighteen
you're old enough to make your own decisions and maybe you need a little
time away from your family to sort some things out. There's a small
furnished apartment above the salon that's currently vacant and I could
let you stay there for a couple of days while you think about what's
important to you."
So that's how I moved out of my folk's house and into my own apartment
over the salon. A "few days" turned into weeks, and then into months and
it's now been almost half a year. La Fleur has been really busy and is
now open seven days a week. Between helping Ms. Claire open up at 8am,
and serving as a Receptionist till we close at 9pm I really don't have a
lot of time to do much else. I'll keep in touch with several of my
friends, especially Doan, by texting or talking on the phone but that's
about all. Ms. Claire has started featuring a "hairstyle of the week" -
usually something very fancy - and she'll have one of the stylists
arrange my hair in that style at the beginning of every week to sort of
"advertise" it to the patrons.
She also added several tanning booths to the salon and offered me free
use of them. Well, maybe "offered" isn't the right word - she kind of
told me that she expected me to maintain a dark tan to remind patrons
that La Fleur offered that as well. I'd never used a tanning booth
before - I thought that they were all, like, these beds that you lay on
under lights but the ones at La Fleur were these circular rooms with all
these lights lining the walls and you took off all your clothes and just
stood in the center of the room and moved around a little so that your
tan would be uniform. So anyway, after a couple of months I had this
really dark tan and the stylists lightened my hair to this really light
shade of blond and they got me these really light shades of eyeliner and
lipstick to contrast with my dark skin and a lot of the patrons told me
how really nice I looked and I'd giggle a little and then tell them
about how we had these introductory offers for the tanning booths, and a
lot of them let me sign them up, and of course that made Ms. Claire
happy.
I was talking with Doan on the phone the other day and after a couple of
minutes she said, "Chris, do you know that you've got this really bad
lisp? You never had that before."
"Oh yeah," I said, "Ms. Claire had this guy come to the salon and he
gave me a couple of shots around the base of my tongue last week, they
didn't hardly hurt at all, and now I've got this really neat lisp. Don't
you think it's sexy? Ms. Claire said it makes me sound really
distinctive when I answer the phones or talk to the patrons."
"Yeah? Well it does make you sound distinctive but you've got to talk
more slowly so that I can understand you," she replied.
While the other employees at the salon all wear these light green smocks
with La Fleur embroidered on them, Ms. Claire lets me wear regular
clothes - except that she'll pick out my clothes to get the "look" she
wants. A couple of weeks ago she switched me from slacks to these really
short and tight black miniskirts and she got me some pink sandals with
these four inch spike heels to wear with them - took me a week to get
used to wearing them and my feet hurt a little at first but that went
away and now I really like the miniskirts and the spike heels - they
make me look four inches taller and I can show off my tanned legs, and
when I walk in the heels I have to swing my hips and rear end back and
forth more to maintain my balance and that really turns on the
occasional guy that comes into the salon (it turns on a couple of the
women that come in too, but that's another story). It was really funny
today, some guy came in with his wife and he was waiting in the
reception area while she was getting a facial and I could see him
sneaking glances at me so I got up and walked over in front of him to a
nearby magazine rack and bent way over with my rear end only a couple of
feet from his face to give him a good view while I tidied up the
magazines. Man, his face got all red and he was sweating, and I thought
that was soooooo funny.
Almost six months ago Ms. Claire started taking me to a doctor once a
week for these injections and he gave me a prescription for some pills
that I have to take every day. I asked her what they were for and she
just said that they were some vitamin supplements - I'd never heard of
weekly shots for vitamin supplements but I didn't question her. They
must have been strong supplements because the first couple of weeks that
I was taking them I'd wake up in the middle of the night and I'd be all
hot and sweaty and it would take me an hour or so to cool off and fall
back to sleep but after a week or two things got back to normal and the
hot flashes stopped.
Then about three months ago I noticed that my skin looked, well, kind of
softer and glowing and I commented to Ms. Claire that the vitamins must
be making me healthier. She looked at me for a minute and then said,
"Well, Christine (she's started calling me "Christine" instead of
"Chris" and had the nameplate on the Receptionist's Desk changed as
well), you're going to notice some other changes as well. Those aren't
vitamins, they're hormones and they'll allow you to become prettier."
"Prettier?"
"Well, you'll look more feminine, and you might even develop some
breasts."
"Oh, breasts," I said, "I thought something bad was going to happen, but
breasts are okay - I hope I only develop the usual two," and I giggled.
Ms. Claire laughed, and patted me on the shoulders and told me to get
back to work.
And sure enough over the next several months I noticed some changes -
the first was that I didn't have to shave anymore (except for my
armpits, of course). Now I'd never had a heavy beard - just some light
facial hair that didn't require shaving more often than every two or
three days - and I realized that it had been almost a month since I last
shaved and I still didn't have any facial hair. "Wow, this is great," I
thought, "Always hated shaving." And there had been a change in my chest
as well. Now it wasn't, like, I had developed these big tits or
anything, but my nipples had gotten really big - like they had changed
in color from brown to pink and they were over an inch across and
really, like, "puffy" and they stuck out over an inch from my chest and
they made, like, these two small "tents" in the front of my blouse. I
thought that was so neat that I kept arching my back whenever I was
talking to a patron so that my "tents" would be more noticeable.
The cleaning supplies guy made his every-other-week supplies delivery
today and I followed him to the stockroom. Once in the stockroom I made
sure that the door was locked and then dropped to my knees on the floor
in front of him, quickly unzipped his pants, reached in and pulled out
his dick, took it in my mouth, and sucked and licked him till he came.
I'd been doing this for several months now - ever since he had bent down
and whispered to me about what a pretty mouth and lips I had and how he
had something that he knew that I'd like to get them around. At first
the idea had seemed, like, really gross to me, but Ms. Claire was always
telling us that we had to do whatever it took to keep the patrons happy
and, well, weren't the delivery guys almost like patrons? So I forced
myself to do it that first time, but after several more times it didn't
seem to me to be anything special - just part of the job like answering
the phones and making coffee and stuff like that and I didn't think
about it - just followed the delivery guys to the stockroom and gave
them blowjobs.
I knew that Ms. Claire knew what I was doing to the delivery guys for
she came up to me at the Receptionist's Desk last week and bent down and
whispered to me that Mrs. Siebert's permanent was taking much longer
than expected and she had noticed how Mr. Siebert was getting bored.
Yeah, tell me about it - he'd been picking up one magazine after another
and just flipping through them and then getting up and pacing back and
forth with an annoyed look on his face. "Maybe you could help calm him
down if you showed him the stockroom," she whispered to me. "Showed him
the stockroom?" I thought, "What's she talking about," and then I
realized that she wanted me to give Mr. Siebert a blow job, "Oh sure, no
problem," I said. So Ms. Claire went over to Mr. Siebert and whispered
something in his ear and he turned to look at me with a puzzled look on
his face and she whispered something else in his ear and he got this big
grin on his face, and he came over to the Receptionist's Desk and I took
his hand and led him back to the stockroom and gave him a blowjob and
calmed him down. As we were getting ready to leave the stockroom he took
out his wallet and pulled out a couple of bills and folded then and
slipped them down inside my miniskirt and I thought that was so nice
that I smiled and kissed him.
For my birthday Ms. Claire took me to a nearby salon run by a friend of
hers that also did piercings and she had them pierce my navel and then
she bought this silver heart with real diamonds on it for me to wear in
my navel. At first I thought that it was a shame to go to all that
trouble because no one would be able to see how pretty it looked but
then she got me several of these really short bra tops to wear. "WOW!" I
thought the first time I put one on and looked at myself in the mirror -
I hadn't realized how big my breasts had gotten (Ms. Claire said that I
was probably a C-cup) and the bra top really shaped them and emphasized
their size. Along with the bra tops, she had bought me several pairs of
fleece drawstring shorts. I think she probably could have done a better
job of picking out the right size because they were so short and tight
that I really had to struggle to get into them and they did cover me up
"down there" but just barely - the top of the shorts was, like, way down
below my navel, and the bottom ..... well, the bottom was so high that
the lower several inches of my cheeks were exposed. I overheard one of
the patrons whispering to another that my shorts, "..... looked like
they had been painted on." I guess it must be because of the hormones or
something but my dick is really small now and kind of "shriveled up"
looking. But it doesn't bother me because now I can wear these tight
clothes without showing an ugly bulge from it.
Things were kind of slow and boring at the salon today and I was playing
around with the adjustments on my chair and I found that I could set the
seat low enough so that when I leaned forward my nipples would touch the
edge of the desk in front of me. That felt pretty good and I jiggled up
and down a little in my chair to rub my nipples against the desk and
that felt really good so I kept doing it and my nipples, like, got all
hard and swollen and were sticking way out through my bra top. Then I
heard Ms. Chase's voice coming from behind me, "Christine, what are you
doing?"
"Oh ..... uh ..... like I was just, um, adjusting my chair."
"Really? I saw what you were doing. Just don't do it in front of the
patrons," and she walked away. I took a quick look around and there
weren't any patrons nearby so I started rubbing my nipples on the desk
again - well, she had said that I could, hadn't she?
I was really surprised when Kay and Doan walked into the salon late in
the morning yesterday. They stopped inside the doorway and looked around
as if they were looking for someone and then they came over to the
Receptionist's Desk and Kay started to say, "Uh, Miss, we're looking for
our .....," and then she paused and stared at me for several seconds
before she gasped, "Chris ..... uh, Chris ..... Is that you? I almost
didn't recognize you because you're so ..... well, uh ..... because
you're so, uh, pretty." And then she just stood there and blushed in
embarrassment.
"Ohmygod! Doan and Kay! I haven't, like, seen you guys for over a year.
And It's so great to see you," and I jumped up from behind the
Receptionist's Desk and ran around to hug them and of course since Ms.
Claire has me wearing these six inch spike heels now and my tits were
bouncing and flopping around inside the bra top, and I had been rubbing
my nipples against the desk so that they were all swollen and you could
see how big they were through the thin fabric of the bra top, and Kay
and Doan's eyes got really big and they just stood there looking at me
with their mouths open. "How do you like the new me," I asked them and I
giggled and bounced a little on my feet to make by breasts jiggle some
more.
So I asked Ms. Claire if I could take a long lunch hour with my friends
and I could tell that she was pretty pissed because she had this frown
on her face but she finally said yes, so Doan and Kay and I walked over
to a nearby diner and got a booth and ordered our food and then started
to catch up on what the three of us had been doing. Of course it didn't
help that just about then one of the delivery guys walked past (the big
fat one) and waved at me and smiled and so I had to wave back at him.
"You know that guy," Doan asked, "He looks kind of old for you?"
"Oh we're not friends or anything," I replied, "I just give him blowjobs
back in the storeroom," and then I realized what I'd said and I just,
like, sat there and blushed really, really bright red. "I mean, Ms.
Claire wants us to keep the patrons happy and isn't a delivery guy
almost like a patron? And there are only four or five of them, and it's
not like I charge them or anything! And I could never get interested in
those guys because they're so dumb - like they keep forgetting things
and having to make more deliveries - why, one guy had to come back three
times one week!"
Doan and Kay just sat there and stared at me and then Kay said, "Honey
you're going to have to talk slower. With that lisp of yours I was only
getting about half of what you were saying. But I think I got enough to
figure out what's going on the storeroom."
There was a minute or so of uncomfortable silence without anyone saying
anything so to break the silence I said, "Here, see the cute tattoo that
Ms. Claire got me two weeks ago," and I pulled down the bra top to
expose my left breast with the tattoo of a devil's head sucking on the
nipple, "I'd show you the tattoo on my right side but it's pretty
gross." As I stuffed my left breast back into the bra top I looked down
at my chest and said, "I think they're growing."
"Tattoos? The tattoos are growing?" Doan asked.
"No, my breasts silly. I used to be a C-cup but that was several months
ago and they feel heavier now. At least, I'm still taking the hormones
so they should be getting bigger - my breasts, not the hormones," and I
giggled. "I'd like to start wearing a real bra instead of this bra top
thingie because I'm afraid that they'll begin to sag but Ms. Claire
likes me to be 'natural' so I guess a bra is out. But on the other hand,
if my breasts keep on getting bigger I guess that the tattoos will get
bigger too," and I giggled some more.
Kay looked over at Doan and said, "Holy Shit! I guess this Ms. Claire is
finishing up The Project for us." Just then the waitress brought our
food and the bill and I reached down into my shorts and fumbled around
in my panties for a couple of seconds and found what I wanted and pulled
out two damp $20 bills that one of the patrons had slipped down there
that morning and put them on the table and said, "My treat."
As we were eating, I asked, "You said something about The Project.
What's that?"
Kay looked over at Doan and asked, "You want to tell him or should I?"
"It's all yours," Doan said so Kay explained that they had been talking
for some time back in elementary school about how they were so mad at
the way I was teasing them that they had been trying to think up some
way of getting even with me. And then when we got into high school and I
hadn't made many friends and started hanging around with them all the
time that they had come up with the idea for The Project - they were
going to feminize me. They had started with my hair, and then my
fingernails. They were surprised by the way that I had really "gotten
into" the F&CS course and the blouse that I had made, but they used that
as an opportunity to enter me in the FHA Fashion Show and put a little
makeup on me. They were happy to see how I had started using makeup by
myself - even though some of my first attempts did look pretty funny -
and they had moved on to getting rid of my chest hair at the pool party.
They thought that I was developing a fascination with girl's clothes so
they bought me the blouses and panties and was glad to see that I was
wearing them. At that point, they decided that The Project had gone
about as far as they wanted it to - but then I got the job at La Fleur.
After that they couldn't believe how rapidly I was being feminized with
all the changes in my hair, jewelry, clothing and mannerisms. And then
of course, I had dropped out of school and moved to an apartment of my
own and they'd pretty much lost touch with me except for an occasional
phone call. And then the two of them had been talking several weeks ago
about how I had sort of dropped out of sight and they wondered what I
was doing so they decided that they'd go over to the salon some time and
see if I was still working there, and that's why they had shown up at La
Fleur that morning.
"Oh, that's interesting," I said, "But do you think that I should get my
nipples pierced?"
THE END