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In Part 1 of "Jasmin wears the pants" our hero is fascinated by a woman and in the end of the chapter he is waiting in front of her door just wearing his briefs. Thank you very much for all the positive feedback. I really appreciate the praise. Once again people who don?t like TG stories and or are under aged shouldn?t read on. All rights are reserved. If somebody wants to publish this story somewhere else please contact me first. I will start the new chapter with the last sentence of the first Part. Jasmin wears the pants (Part II) By Greta I started to cry again but now of relief, slowly knelt down and?knocked at the door. Yes, it was time to start my new life. To my utter surprise nothing happened. I waited there on my knees and all I heard was silence. I felt pearls of sweat forming on my forehead. She didn?t have me come up going through the humiliation at the entrance having somebody calling me Miss and then not letting me in. What if somebody came out of that elevator and saw me just in my briefs kneeling in front of a door? I?d die on the spot. No, don?t let that happen to me. Easily five minutes passed and still nothing. I started to doubt myself again. What was I doing here anyway? This situation was unbearable but one look at my briefs I knew why I wasn?t getting up, dress and walk away but to knock again. Oh yes, I still had a hard on. I couldn?t believe it and it was then I heard footsteps, heels clicking on a wooden floor approaching the door. Could it ever get more embarrassing? I waiting on my knees with a hard on without ever touching myself and now Jasmin was going to open the door any moment. ? The lock opened. I held my breath. The door sprung open. I bowed my head and looked at the ground, and to my charging my hard on was not wilting. Still I spoke the words which I hope would open Jasmins treasure chest. "Here I am Master Jasmin to begin my new life." She didn?t answer at first but walked behind me. I felt her touch my hair. With a surprisingly strong grip she pulled my ponytail down while she bent lightly forward so I came to face her. "You walked away and made me wait. You have been a bad boy or should I say bad girl? Tell me what should I say? Are you a bad boy or a bad girl Gaarryy?" Still holding my ponytail tightly in her hands she looked at me with a stern face. God, this look made her even more beautiful then remembering her from last night. A million thoughts were rushing through my head in milliseconds. I had to choose the right words. "I, I, I," stuttered "What is it? Tell me now," she calmly said but with an edge in her voice which let me almost shiver. "I, I, err, I was a bad girl Master Jasmin. I am really sorry. Please forgive me." She looked in my eyes and I could see her eyes lost the almost steely shimmer and then a little smile appeared on her face. "You know you need to get punished. Don?t you?" "But, but, you punished me already," I stammered. She laughed at me. "Oh I know. I let you wear a ponytail. Oh yes, that was quite a punishment. How harsh of me." I almost moaned. It wasn?t fair. "It was humiliating. I got called Miss." "Ok, I let that pass. Still you need to get punished, but not for making me wait but for your embarrassing little tent in your briefs." If she wouldn?t have held my ponytail so tight I simply would have sunk to the floor. Tears formed in my eyes. "You love the humiliation, don?t you? It is obvious," she said. I almost shouted. "No. It is embarrassing and I can?t stand it anymore." My tears ran down my cheeks. "So what do you want do? Run away? Oh no, you love it. Quit fooling yourself. Your little fever thermometer in your briefs knows it better," she insisted. With that she lifted her foot and rubbed lightly over my embarrassing erection. I moaned. "Soo sensitive, soo girly," she laughed. "Come on in now." I wanted to get up but she held me fast on my ponytail so I didn?t have a chance but to crawl on all fours following her inside. She walked to her kitchen where she let go of my hair and took out of a drawer a black garbage bag. "Take the bag and put your clothes inside. Also your briefs. Then come back and follow me to the bathroom." With just slight hesitation I got up, went to the door, opened it and picked up my clothes. It took me a bit longer and quite a bit of hesitation to put my clothes in the garbage bag. What would she do with them? She wouldn?t throw them? What about my briefs? No, I won?t take them off. She couldn?t make me. I walked back to the kitchen. She looked at my, her eyebrows narrowed and her face looked angry. "Gee, are you dumb or do you really need to be punished? You can?t even follow the smallest of orders. You know the rules. I wear the pants. You want to be together with me, don?t you?" Now I felt even more embarrassed. I nodded. "So you do want to be with me. Then do as I say. There is no other way. Now drop the briefs and put them also in the bag. Then follow me to the bathroom." She sensed my embarrassment, obviously relented, turned around and started walking. I got all my courage together and started to pull down my briefs. Finally standing naked inside of the apartment of a woman whom until yesterday night hadn?t known or even thought of getting to know. I quickly walked after her with one hand in front of my penis and thus keeping the least little modesty possible. She stood in front of the open bathroom door. It seemed like a hall to me, simply huge. "Check your bubble bath I had prepared for you. Probably by now the water has cooled off already so you can make it right. Soak in it until I knock on the door. Then you take the depilatory cream, put it all over your body, except your pubic hair, I?ll take care of that later, but otherwise everything comes off beneath your head. Understood?" I nodded. "Yes, Master Jasmin." Slowly I walked to the huge bathtub which easily could hold several people. I was lucky the water was still warm enough. It must have been really hot when she let it in. The smell reminded me of my late mother's roses. She loved to have Baccarat roses in her garden, spending hours pampering them until they made people stop in their tracks admiring them and chatting with her. Finally I sank in. Oh what a feeling. I hadn?t have a bubble bath since my childhood when we kids had often to get together in the tub and I had to share it more often than not with my younger sister. Of course I didn?t like it because she wanted to have the same bubble bath like her older sister. So I tried to skip my bath as often as possible by not messing around but my mother insisted that I kept as clean as possible finding myself smelling like a little flower. My mother used to tease me a few times like saying ?Oh I love my little flower 'when drying me and my hair. Now I was luxuriating inside the tub losing track of the time when all of a sudden I heard a knock on the door. "Get out of it and put on the cream. We need to get you ready for our shopping trip," I heard Jasmin saying. Dutifully I got out, drying myself with a fluffy yellow towel. Hmm, how soft. Then I started to rub the cream all over my body. Well, except over my privates. Yes, I could follow orders I thought to myself. She doesn?t have to humiliate me like that. I am not dumb, not at all. After waiting for quite a while and my skin starting to tingle and even slightly burn I stepped into the shower and washed the cream off. I didn?t want to look at myself really but simply couldn?t avoid it. Of course my hair was gone. No more hairy arms or legs, no chest hair. It was weird but weirder was the fact that my bush around my penis stood out as if not belonging there. What a contrast. I gasped. It looked ugly all of a sudden and just didn?t look right on my now smooth body. Inside I hoped she?d really do something about it. Once again I toweled myself dry and shouted to Jasmin I was ready. The door opened. "Ok, let me have a look. Take your hands away; there is nothing I haven?t seen yet. So don?t be too modest." Slowly I let my hands fall to my sides and she inspected me, walking around and checked my back. "You did a really good Job. You must be quite flexible to reach all those spots in the back. Now to your pubic hair. I will trim and shave them to my liking. Ok?" "Yes, Master Jasmin. I must admit I watched myself after being dry out of curiosity and found the hair all of a sudden quite ugly." She smiled at me. "Then you will be please with the result when I am done. First of all I will trim the hair really short, and then shave you balls completely bald and finally I will shave your pubic hair in such a way that it says S I S S Y. Before you start any complain, this is my punishment for having me wait, for having a tent in your briefs and for not following my order to put your briefs in the bag." Tears welled up in my eyes. Oh my God, this couldn?t be true. I would never be able to undress in front of anybody again. "Please, no." "No discussion. This is your punishment. Take it like a girl. You can cry but not complain." I did, the tears which had been welling up in my eyes flowed now freely while she got busy. At her first touch down there my penis once again sprang to life. "We can?t have that. Definitely not now." In quick succession she delivered three hard blows on my quickly wilting penis. I don?t know was it out of fear or pain but my cock almost disappeared inside of my bush. She stopped in her tracks and stepped away from me. "Oh my, how cute. Hmm, maybe I should leave your bush as big as it is because from far you look almost like you have no cock at all. No, after all you need to get your punishment." Back to work she trimmed my hair, shaved them off and like a landscape artist she shaped my pubic hair above my penis into the dreaded word S I S S Y. "There we go. At first I wanted to do a little heart but that is common these days among sissies at least. So I came up with a different design. Hope you like it. It really suits you. I expect you to keep like this for the foreseeable future. Maybe later we go for a different design. Hmm, we may do this then in a beauty parlor. Oh that gives me a good idea. We will have the letters colored later on. How do you like that? You can chose the colors if you wish." I moaned. "Please no." "Oh don?t be such a party pooper. It will be great I promise. Maybe the girls there can contribute with more ideas to make you more feminine." With that she held up panties. My first panties, ever. I looked at her like a deer caught in a cars headlights. I gulped. "Come on. These are panties, they don?t bite. Besides, they cover pubic hair." Now what a logic. My briefs could do that too. "Couldn?t I wear, I mean, my briefs, please?" "Do you see them anywhere around. I thought we had passed this point already. After all there is sissy even written on you. Why wouldn?t you wear panties then? A sissy simply wouldn?t feel right without her panties." Wouldn?t it ever end? My voice was almost shrill, high pitched as if just entering puberty. "I am no sissy. No. No. No." She looked at me with an incredulous face, then shaking her head laughing her heart out. "I am sorry, hahaha. I am sorry. Oh my God, my stomach hurts. You are no sissy? You are no sissy? That is one of the best jokes I have heard in a long time. Hahaha. Look at you. You are here, naked, bare of hair, not even under your arms or in the crack of your butt, having the word S I S S Y written over your cock and you are no sissy? Hahaha." Tears were rolling down her face. I looked at her and it came over me once again like a wave. She was right, completely right. She held out the yellow lace panties with little bows at the leg openings. Oh my God. Did they have to be soo feminine the first time? I gingerly stepped in and she drew them up over my smooth legs. Just before she placed them over my hips she pushed my balls up inside and tuck my penis back into the folds of the panties. "There we go. Finally I have you pantied. It took long enough." The rest went without a hitch. The damn was broken. Like a doll I let her put on clothes. The panties were followed by an equally lacy yellow camisole. Afterwards she produced some black stay up stockings which completely melted me inside. Involuntarily I started rubbing my legs together. She giggled. "Somebody can?t help herself." Her fingers danced slowly over my stockinged legs and it drove me crazy. My penis swelled and if it hadn?t been tucked away it certainly would have escaped its lacy prison. "Hmm, isn?t that a lovely feeling sweet girl?" With my eyes half close all I could do was nod. Lost in space. Why did this feel soo good? Why didn?t I try on my older sisters clothes when I was young? A stranger had to appear and wake up these feelings? I quickly opened my eyes. No, I wasn?t dreaming. This was really happening. I was standing in lace panties, camisole and stockings in front of a beautiful woman who loved to turn her man into a girl. I almost laughed out loud. What man was I to allow this to happen? Above all in record time. Definitely not much of a man at all. "Now I have a little surprise for you. Your outer wear will be your own clothes. This is for being such a good girl. So get your stuff out of the bag and off we go. Oh, before I forget it, no socks over the stockings." Happily I went to the bag, got my clothes out and was dressed in no time. God it felt good to hide the embarrassing feminine underwear. I checked my pant legs and found they covered the stockings completely. So also no danger from this part. Still I was dreading our shopping trip. What did she say we were going to buy? Pink panties, pink bra, black garter belt and black stockings, pink blouse, black back zipper pants, black open toe pumps and a black jacket, definitely femininely tailored to suit the outfit. "Oh, one more little thing before we go. Just sit on the chair. I will do your hair." "Err, what, what do you want to do with my hair. Isn?t it staying in a ponytail?" "No dear. I have a better idea. Sit down." The longer she worked the more my face got flushed. It couldn?t be. Was she a witch? I mean it wasn?t possible but she made me look like on older image of my younger sister how I always remembered her. Her hair in the front down to her eyebrows, the rest parted in two and braided at both sides secured with a little bow. I had the hair-do of a ten year old girl. Incredulously I shook my head as soon as she had my braids secured with little yellow bows. "No, no, no, you can?t do that to me. I can?t go out like that. Who are you? Who are you? I look like my younger sister. This is crazy." "Calm down sweetie. Calm down. Don?t forget you have been in the bath tub for quite a while and I have had the chance to have a good and long look at your wallet. Don?t you remember you have a picture in there, obviously when you were a kid. You together with a girl and I thought her hair-do would be cute on you and it really does. I bet you were jealous of her long braids. You too wanted to have them, don?t you? Oh, you are like an open book. I mean who would carry a picture from his childhood with her showing you with your sister. Come on; be happy I found this picture. You want to have braids." I broke down and sobbed. She held me in her arms. "It is all good. Let it all out girl." After having calmed down I shook my head again. The braids touched my cheeks. "Please, would you please make it just one braid if you insist on me having braids. It would look more adult. Right now I look like a man with a little girl's hair-do. It is too embarrassing. Please." She stroked my hair and relented. "Ok, a French braid then it is." After having it done she lightly kissed me on my cheeks. My hair were so tightly braided that I thought I felt every wisp of hair. "Now we are ready to go. Hmm, you are my little yellow flower. Your panties and camisole are yellow and now your French braid is held by a yellow bow. Hmm, I think to think about a new name for you. Gary doesn?t suit you anymore being more girly every minute. I?ll think about it." She had the guy at the front desk call a Taxi for us and soon we were on our way to a big mall. Getting out of the Taxi we walked to the entrance. I hesitated. "Don?t worry. It will be fun. All girls love to shop." I looked at her not knowing what to do. Then I heard a voice from behind. "Oh what a cute French braid." Instinctively I turned around and looked at several young girls. They started to giggle. "My god, it is a man. Haha, or so we thought. What a sissy!" Giggling they rushed past me and Jasmin. In complete shock Jasmin pulled me also inside and walked towards the first stores. I simply let it happen, feeling like a zombie waking up when Jasmin held a pink blouse right in front of me. "Doesn?t that look cute on you. Let?s try it on to see if it fits." She pulled me towards the changing rooms. I stopped. This were changing rooms, but women's changing rooms. "I can?t go in there. They won?t let me in there." "Don?t worry. I will take care of that." Jasmin went ahead and had a quick word with a woman who then let us take the first stall on the far end of the changing area. Jasmin ushered me in and handed me the blouse. I refused. I just couldn?t believe to be in the women's changing area. "How on earth is it possible for me to get inside of here?" "Calm down, will you. I told the woman you were a transsexual and I was a social worker helping you the first time being out in public. Having a look at your French braid had her convinced." "You, you, you told her I was a transsexual? I can?t believe it. Why are you doing this to me? I am out of here, right now." She held my arm and got stern. "We have gotten so far already. You are out in public wearing a very feminine French braid. You are wearing panties and camisole underneath you men's clothes. Stop making such a fuss. Put on the blouse now. I want to see whether I found the right fit for you." "I can?t do this anymore. I really can?t. It is too much for me, a transsexual. Me, a transsexual." I shook my head but Jasmin insisted. She started to unbutton my shirt. "We can?t stop now. What would the woman think? I told her you would model it as a little thank you for letting you in this changing area. Come on, you can do it." Finally I grabbed it from her, took off my own shirt and slipped my arms inside of the blouse. Jasmin stepped close to me and helped with the buttons. "Don?t be afraid. Everything will be alright. It fits you perfect. Now let's show it to the nice woman." She opened the door, took my hand and literally dragged me out. "Hello Miss. My friend Greta is ready. She wants to show you her new blouse." I blushed over both ears when the woman appeared. Her name tag read Mandy. She wore a big smile on her face. "Oh I can?t tell how I admire your courage. You know to become a woman. How long have you been dressing? I bet you are wearing girl clothes since childhood." She really believed I was a transsexual. I didn?t know what to say. "I, I, err, I am sorry. I am nervous. It is my first time out in public." "Yes, I can see that sweetie. It is obviously a big step and like I said I admire your courage, especially like you still look so much like a man. That must be really difficult for you. At first I thought you were a sissy. I spotted you immediately when you came into the store. You know I can spot them all. We have lots of sissies buying here. You know it is not my cup of tea but hey who I am to complain. They bring good business and that is all what counts for me. So, thank you for modeling this blouse for me." Jasmin practically interrupted her. "Miss Mandy, would it be too much for you to help Greta out, you know with buying some nice bra and panty sets." "Oh of course I can help. Sweetie, do you know your size?" I shook my head. "Then let?s have you measured." All three of us ended up in the same changing room. Miss Mandy had me take off my blouse. "Oh what a beautiful camisole. So lacy and it really suits you. You have a really good taste. I bet you will become not only a beautiful but above all well dressed woman." I blushed once again and mumbled a thank you. She had me also take off my camisole. My camisole? My camisole. Was I starting to accept all this? I am a man for Christ sakes, but what could I do now? I mean Miss Mandy was measuring me and Jasmin stood by like a prison guard. There was no way out for me, right? Yes, of course. As soon as Miss Mandy would finish I?d excuse myself to go to the bathroom and then run off. I couldn?t do that anymore. I had to get my own life back before it was too late. "There we go sweetie," said Miss Mandy. "I will get you some bras and panties in your size. Then we?ll see how you like them." With that she left the changing room and it was just Jasmin and me. "I, err, I am nervous and I need to pee. I will have to go to the bathroom." Jasmin smiled at me. "Remember, you can?t go to the men?s bathroom. You have to go to the women?s. I bet Mandy has already talked with her colleagues about your, let?s say, special case. Do you need help?" "Err, I, I think I can manage." I opened the door and walked out. I breathed a sigh of relief. I was free. I was free. I was free. Involuntarily I started walking quicker. I needed to calm down. Only running thieves called for attention. I didn?t want any. "Miss, Miss, Miss Greta. Where are you going? I have collected the bra and panty sets for. Where are you going?" I stopped. I was caught. Miss Mandy. I hadn?t thought of Miss Mandy. Why? "I, err, I need to go to the bathroom. You know I am a little nervous." She smiled that warm smile at me. "Don?t worry sweetie. I know this must be tough. Anyway, you were walking in the wrong direction. The women?s bathroom is over there. I will show you the way and make sure nobody bothers you when inside." Oh no. This woman was too nice. Why didn?t I meet somebody who hated Transsexuals? What was wrong with this woman? All the time you heard about abuse and now this woman should me the exact opposite. What could I do now? Nothing. I was trapped. My agony continued. She led me to the bathroom, went in with me and showed me an empty stall. "I wait for you here and make sure nobody comes in while you are doing your business." So I simply went into a stall, locked it and had no other choice than to sit down. The first time in my life I sat down while peeing. There were so many Firsts in the last 24 hours. I couldn?t believe it. I was so nervous that it really took a while before I was able to let go. I even held my penis backwards so it would nicely tinkle into the water. There was no way I wanted her to doubt me to not be a transsexual. It could turn out to be nasty. I was thinking about being handcuffed and taken away by the police. Pictures taken by photographers, appearing on TV and newspapers. Seeing the headline already: Perverted cross dresser invades female sanctuary! Oh my God, no. I opened the stall, washed my hands and thanked her profusely for helping me so much. "Oh dear. I am glad to help. You know I had a brother. God bless him and he was like you but he was so confused. He was found dead and with him a very long letter. He wanted to be like you but had such fears. That is why I said I admire your courage. I don?t know how hard it is for you but can imagine." We looked at each other, both tears in our eyes. On impulse we hugged. I don?t know what came over me. I just blurted it out. "Miss Mandy. Thank you again. I promise to become the best woman I can in memory of your brother." We both cried and kept hugging each other. Then the door opened and in came Jasmin. "What is going on here? I was worried about you Greta. Miss Mandy? Why are you both crying?" "Oh Jasmin. Miss Mandy has been so nice to me and I just got to know that her brother was also, err. I mean he was a transsexual but committed suicide." "Yes," added Miss Mandy. "Greta promised me to become the best woman she can be in memory of my late brother." Jasmin simply smiled. "Really? How interesting. When Greta came into my office telling me she was a transsexual I had my doubts at first but now I am quite convinced we can make a really good looking woman out of her." Miss Mandy was all business now. Her mood was happier than ever. "Girls, shall we try on the bras and panties now. I can?t wait to see Greta modeling them for us. What do you think Jasmin? Err, I mean, I am allowed to call you Jasmin, Madame?" "Of course Mandy. You have been such a great helper so far and definitely will keep us helping. I knew it would be such a great shopping day. That is why I love shopping. Always expect the unexpected." I just stood there. My fate sealed with my own stupidity. How could I tell Miss Mandy I would be the best woman I could be? I mean it was just on impulse. Now I had to model bras and panties for them. I couldn?t believe it. How much deeper could I still sink? Jasmin took my hand and we walked back to the changing area. "Thank goodness there isn?t much going on today. We certainly wouldn?t be able to have her model bras on a weekend." Miss Mandy ushered me inside. Jasmin nodded to her. "I will help her putting on the bras. She doesn?t have too much experience I believe." So I found myself inside with Jasmin. "We are definitely taking the pink set. You will wear that out of the store. The rest you?ll model. Mandy and I will decide which sets suits you best." Once again she helped me with the button of the blouse. I took off my pants, camisole and the panties too. Jasmin held the bra out for me. Only slightly hesitating I slipped my arms through before she stepped behind me and closed the bra in the back. The next thing I felt was her hand on my naked ass. She whispered in my ears. "Hmm, I got so wet hearing from Mandy you wanted to become a woman. Don?t worry your pretty head. I will make sure you get there. Hmm, my woman." With that her tongue licked around and inside my ear. I moaned lightly and my penis came to life. She sensed my excitement and quickly stopped. "We can?t have that here. Mandy is waiting for you. Quickly pull up your panties and don?t forget to tuck your cockette. You want a smooth front. After all you want to be the best woman you can be for her." I followed her order and put on the pink silk panties. God, did they feel good. I shuddered. "Hmm, somebody seems to like that. Feeling already like a girl? Your transformation is coming along so nicely. No let?s show Mandy." Jasmin literally pushed me out of the door and I stood there in complete shock. I was frozen on the spot. I mean I expected Miss Mandy to stand outside but she wasn?t. I mean yes she was but with her there were at least half a dozen women, a couple of employees but also other customers. They all clapped hands. "Bravo Greta," shouted Miss Mandy. "Bravo, welcome to womanhood. This set looks gorgeous on you and we all hope you can soon fill out these empty bra cups. Sorry for bringing in some spectators but I was so happy I had to tell some people what a courageous girl you are." Once again they all clapped hands. Sheepishly I attempted a curtsy which I had seen many girls do. The acclamation rose to a storm. "Turn around. Show us another set." Wolf whistles attracted more women and soon the changing area was full of them. I was completely trapped. Wasn?t there any salvage for me? Jasmin took my hand and pulled me inside. "Girls please wait. Our model Greta will soon present the next set." Once again acclamation and wolf whistles set in. Inside of the cabin I broke down. I started sobbing. "I can?t do that anymore. I will have a nervous breakdown. No more, no more." "Greta, are you crazy? This is the greatest day of your life. Look at these women outside. They adore the new you. Get it going. Come on I help you. I?ll be there for you. You can do it. You can do it girl. Oh my God this makes me so wet. When we are back at my place you can lap my pussy all night long. How is that for a treat?" I looked at her. She held her hand out to me. Her eyes were sparkling. Could I really do it? Slowly I took her hand. She helped me up. "Now be quick, take off your lingerie." Jasmin opened the door a chink. "Girls, Greta is ready any moment." I had my panties already on. This set was powder blue and full of lace adorned with many little bows. My fingers started to lightly fondle them. I was like in trance. All I could do was thinking about worshipping Jasmins wet pussy. I hardly felt Jasmins putting on my bra and out we went. I walked towards Mandy and just in front of her I twirled around. The women went wild. "Go girl. Swing those hips." For the first time something like a smile appeared on my lips. Clumsily I tried what the women wanted from me. I remembered having seen real models on TV. So I sat one foot in front of another and really produced a little swing of my hips. What followed put a male strip show to shame. The women roared and whistled. Jasmin took me into my arms and led me into the cabin. "You see. You can do it. You are a natural. Maybe one day you model lingerie and get even paid for it. With your slender body I wouldn?t be surprised." Quickly we changed into the next set. The rest went in a blur, changing, wiggling my hips, acclamation, wolf whistles. Finally I sat down in the cabin alone. Jasmin was outside. "Thank you all," I heard her say. "That was an important step for Greta towards womanhood. Her confidence level has risen easily 100 percent today. Thank you again but the show is over now." I heard her talking to Mandy but their voices were low so I couldn?t really understand what they were saying. Will there be another chapter? You reader decide? Then the question is: What will happen to the new Greta next? Is she going deeper into the web of Jasmin or will she find a way out?