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In Part II of "Jasmin wears the pants" our hero went with Jasmin to the
Mall, modeled lingerie in front of a crowd of women. Thank you very much
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Jasmin wears the Pants, Part III
I heard her talking to Mandy but their voices were low so I couldn?t
really understand what they were saying. Meanwhile I put on my clothes
over the pink bra and panty set which I was supposed to wear according
to Jasmin. After a minute she entered the booth again.
"Mandy has helped me getting your outerwear honey. Here is a back zipper
pant and a jacket. Oh, of course the garter belt and some really nice
silk stockings. Her treat she said. You?ll love them on your smooth
legs. Isn?t it exciting?"
I looked at her, and smiled.
"Yes, it has been overwhelming so far. I mean I was right in between
having a nervous breakdown and flying on cloud seven. I never knew
shopping could be like that."
Jasmin laughed.
"That is why women love shopping so much. You will come to love it. Come
on now; try on the garter and stockings. After you get your stockings
on, your smooth legs will never want to wear anything else. I promise."
Once again I looked at her. Thinking to myself, exactly what I am afraid
of. Dutifully I wrapped the garter belt around my hips. Jasmin helped me
fastening it in the back. Then I rolled the stockings up my legs and yes
I started to shiver almost uncontrollably. My penis started to get hard.
This was really incredible. My face went hot.
"Are you alright? Do you feel well?"
I nodded.
"Yes, it is just these stockings..."
She smiled at me.
"I told you would never want anything else on your legs anymore. Isn?t
it wonderful?"
Smiling back I nodded once again. Quickly I had them fastened with the
help of Jasmin. Then she held out the pants for me. I stepped inside and
she pulled them up over my stockinged legs and finally zipped me up.
Involuntarily my hand went down my front. It shot through my head I
would have to sit down now if I wanted to pee, just like a woman. From
afar the pants looked like any but the zipper in the back made them
incredibly feminine. Jasmin sensed my thinking and her hand went over
mine while holding me with the other from behind.
"I didn?t want you to wear a skirt right away but wanted you to show how
feminine pants can be. You are so helpless in them, aren?t you? There is
no peeing anymore standing up, no chance. Even in a skirt you possibly
could pee standing up but with these pants, I mean you would have to
pull them all the way down so everybody could see your panties and
stockings. No way you would ever want somebody seeing you like that.
Still we can do even better."
She opened the zipper again, pulled the pants down and motioned for me
to turn around. In no time the panties were down around my knees too and
with a quick move she pushed my balls into my abdomen and the pulled my
penis down and back. While holding me like this she pulled the panties
up and tight.
"Now pull up your pants."
After I did so she zipped me up again.
"There we go. All smooth and flat. Just like a real woman. Hmm, I love
it."
Finally I had the pants on. Jasmin helped me into the Jacket. I put on
my shoes. I thought the combination looked ridiculous.
"Ready to go?"
"I can?t go out like that. The shoes stand out to the rest of the
outfit."
She smiled at me.
"Hmm, that is quite the turnaround, isn?t it? I mean a while ago you
certainly would have said I can?t go out in this outfit. Now you
complain about the unladylike shoes. We are making progress. I promise
we will go to a shoe store where we can get rid of those ugly men?s
shoes."
With that she pulled me out of the booth, and Mandy was standing there
waiting for us.
"You look really nice Greta but just as I thought you look a little flat
chested. So I thought to throw in a surprise before you leave. If I had
known the inner fight of my brother I would have bought them for him but
now he is gone and so in memory of him I wanted to give you those as a
present. I hope you feel more feminine with them until you grow your own
breasts. Good luck to you on your journey."
She hugged me really tight and we both burst into tears.
"That is so nice of you Miss Mandy. Thank you so much. I don?t really
know what to say. I will wear them in honor of your brother."
Miss Mandy ushered us back into the booth. While I opened my blouse and
took off the bra, Jasmin took out a little bottle and put some liquid on
the back of the forms. Then she pressed them on my chest and held them
there for a while.
"There we go. Now put on your bra again."
She let her hands go and to my surprise the breast forms held up and I
stopped in my movement looking down at me incredulously.
"No. No, I have breasts now. They are stuck now, aren?t they?"
"Of course sweetie, that is the idea. Mandy was right you looked so flat
chested and the bra was rather empty. Now put on the bra and you?ll see
how nice it will look."
She stepped behind me, picked the bra and quickly helped me into it.
"Oh my God."
The bra really stretched out now. Every wrinkle in the fabric was taut.
"My God, what size is it? I can?t even see my feet anymore."
Jasmin laughed out loud.
"It is a D Cup Greta. Maybe even double D. I don?t know. I guess Mandy
thought it to be good if you were stacked. No, it is a D. That is
certainly plenty big for you."
The blouse fitted tightly over the bra but didn?t offer any look inside
for I was really happy. This situation was getting more and more out of
hand. What could I do now? I was stuck for the moment. What started out
for me as a bit of fun with a little embarrassment had turned
progressively quicker into a nightmare. There had to be a way out of it
for me. I mean I really liked Jasmin and had thought to get maybe into
her panties as a nice adventure during my holiday trip. Now it seemed I
was her adventure and she had proven already a few times that she
definitely was way ahead of me in this game. So there was only one
question in my head which I needed to ask.
"Why are you doing this to me? Look at me. I don?t look like a man
anymore. What is to become of me?"
"Don?t ask. The painting isn?t done yet, but I gave you a clue of what
you are going to become yesterday. So stop asking, you never ask an
artist how his work is going to look like before it is finished. You
know it brings bad luck, not only to the Artist but especially to the
person who asks. So let?s go, get your shoes and then a nice makeover."
Not really convinced by her answer I reluctantly let her lead me through
the door where Mandy , Jasmin and I hugged and air kissed several times
saying our goodbyes with promises to come back to see Mandy and shop
once again. I wasn?t really keen on that, even so Miss Mandy was a very
nice person.
Now we were on our way to a shoe store with me hoping nobody would see
the strange looking men?s shoes I wore with this very feminine outfit.
Why did I have this train of thought? I should rather think of seeing
this silly looking man in his femmy outfit. I looked mostly down even so
Jasmin told me to raise my head and look straight forward. I was too
afraid to be seen upon as a sissy. So I didn?t really see where we went.
Jasmin took my arm and we entered the promised shoe store.
At first we were looking around and Jasmin explained to me the
differences between high heels, pumps, ballerinas and other shoes. After
a while I could have become a salesgirl. Why did this enter my mind? I
mean I would never sell shoes. I couldn?t decide on any shoe so Jasmin
once again took the initiative.
"Hello Miss, we are looking for a pair of pumps, open toe if possible,
with a two inch heel. They should complement the outfit of my
transsexual friend Greta. We don?t want you to think she is a sissy man
sneaking in here to stare at beautiful women. No Greta here is on her
way to become a fulltime woman."
Turning to me she asked.
"Isn?t that so sweetie?"
I blushed red and stuttered.
"I, err, I, am I?"
Jasmin saved the situation easily.
"Oh she is so nervous. It is her first officially outing as a woman. I
mean before she went out en femme as a CD but only at nights. Now will
you get her a nice pair of pumps to go with this outfit? Black pants and
pink blouse?"
The salesgirl turned and left.
"How, how can you do that to me? I am not a transsexual."
"Oh, of course you aren?t but mentioning this makes things so much
easier for you. Nobody will stare at you, nobody will tease you or do
you need to be teased? Oh, I think you don?t want me mentioning it
because you want to be teased about being a sissy. You want to be
exposed as a sissy, that?s it?
"Why? Why do you always turn my words against me? You know exactly what
I meant."
With a totally innocent face she mocked me.
"Really? Well I show you. If you?d rather be seen as a sissy be my
guest."
Before I could answer the girl had returned and presented us with a pair
of open toed black pumps. The heel had to be at least three or even four
inches.
"They are far too high for me," I complained.
"Nonsense," interrupted Jasmin.
"They are perfect for you. You?ll quickly get used to them. Sit down and
try."
She stepped forward, took my hand and persuaded to sit down. The girl
sensing something had changed between Jasmin and me while she was gone
immediately knelt down, undid my men?s shoes and slipped on both of the
pumps.
"Now get up sissy," Jasmin said. Which I did on wobbly legs.
The girl looked incredulously at her. You could hear a needle drop to
the floor.
Jasmin laughed.
"Oh that. You know we had a little discussion and Greta here hasn?t yet
realized which path she is going to walk down. So I think she should
start from scratch again. If she doesn?t want to be treated like a woman
I am going to treat her like the sissy she really is and I will not
hesitate a moment to let everybody know in order to show her who wears
the pants."
"Wow."
The girl looked at Jasmin with an open mouth.
"Wow. Power to you Madame. So he is no Transsexual but you are making
him."
I just stood there wanting one more time to disappear but I had nowhere
to run and nowhere to hide. Somehow I moved my feet a bit and felt the
pumps weren?t that uncomfortable. I mean not that I would have wanted to
wear them the whole day but somehow they felt nice enclosing firmly with
my stockinged feet.
"Yes, I met Greta here yesterday. Then still dressed as a man but
talking with her I knew very quickly she was a great candidate to be
transformed into a cute girl."
"You mean you met him, err, her just yesterday? I can?t believe it."
Smiling, Jasmin replied.
"Yes, I know what you mean, amazing isn?t it? We are making great
progress and these pumps, by the way, we are taking them, and Greta pays
of course, are just another piece to complete the puzzle. She?ll wear
them out the store."
My fate was decided by the two of them and I felt so helpless. We went
to the cashier and by then I had no problems to move in my new pumps.
"You are a natural," Jasmin said, brushing over my pant legs when I
stood at the cashier to pay.
"Thank you sissy," said the girl, ringing up her sale.
"Come back anytime. Oh by the way. Here is a card, you get a stamp each
time you buy here and get the 5th pair of shoes for half the price and
the 10th pair for free. So I hope to see you often."
I just stood there with a red face and wasn?t able to say a single word.
"Just thank the girl. Where is your manners sissy?" said Jasmin raising
her voice, causing the attention of several women in the store.
They looked at us or rather at me.
"Err, thank you Miss. I definitely will enjoy the pumps and hope to be
back soon to buy more shoes. Err, a girl can?t have too many I guess."
I just wanted to add this sentence to stop drawing attention but it was
like throwing a ball into a hornet nest. The girl started to laugh.
"You sissy, you want to be a girl? Just a while ago you didn?t want to
be a girl, at least that is what your friend told me. I don?t think you
want to call her a liar. I think you should make up your mind and if you
want to be a girl I think you better let your friend help you to become
one. Otherwise you are going to have more embarrassing situations come
up. "
"Yes Miss, err, thank you for your advice."
Completely subdued and with the sniggering and laughter of the women I
followed Jasmin out of the store. Once back in the Mall she spoke up.
"Now we are going to a beauty parlor, actually to my beauty parlor, and
you better follow the advice of the girl and don?t put up any more fuss.
Otherwise I am going to expose you here and now and everywhere. Do you
want that? If not, just go with the flow and try to enjoy the ride. You
have come so far already. I know it is a little hard on you but it is
better we go all the way at once than going step by step. Then it is
over and you can move on."
I looked at her. "Why? Why do you feminize me so much? You must hate
me."
Once again she blocked my question.
"First of all. No, I don?t hate you and second, I told you before that
you shouldn?t ask the artist before his work is done. Have patience."
I laughed weakly.
"If I have patience it could be too late for me already."
"No, girl, you are ahead of time. Let?s go in now. Here we are."
Salon Chantal read the sign. I hesitated. I read on what was written
underneath. It said "Full service facility providing beauty treatment
and advice for hair, face and body. Diet, physical conditioning, removal
of body hair, cosmetics and hair styling."
I was appalled.
"Oh my God, physical conditioning. What does that mean? I can?t go in
there. There is no way I am going in there."
She waved with her arm and pushed me towards the door which opened and a
couple of girls helped Jasmin to pull me inside. A middle aged matronly
looking but very elegantly dressed woman walked towards us. She oozed
confidence and the girls dropped their arms standing practically at
attention.
"Hello Jasmin" she spoke with an obvious French accent.
"So nice of you to visit me outside of your scheduled appointment, and
who is this budding girl here?"
She looked at me in a predatory way with a raised eyebrow, which I
realized was groomed to perfection.
Jasmin smiled and then air kissing the obvious owner of the Salon,
Chantal herself.
"Madame Chantal, this is my now friend Greta, Gary until yesterday. We
met last night, talked a lot and she agreed to see me again today but
only on my terms. That is why Greta is dressed like this. You know how
much I love feminine men. Now I thought you could give her some
finishing touches. Actually she has been a little reluctant a while ago
and I believe you could see to that too."
Jasmin spoke this with a slight edge in her voice and I broke out in
sweat. Before Madame Chantal could answer I quickly raised my voice.
"I, I, didn?t mean to cause trouble. It is just that it?s all so new and
different for me."
Jasmin looked at Madame Chantal.
"You see what I mean? She even speaks when not asked."
Madame Chantal looked at me once again, now up and down.
"I am sure we won?t have any trouble with this girl. At least she said
so."
Continuing and now speaking to Jasmin.
"She definitely needs to improve her figure. It is not girlish at all.
You know how I like the hourglass look, so a nice boned corset will do
wonders for that. I could start her on electrolyzing, permanent makeup
if you wish or do you want her to learn the art of making up, hmm, she
could learn right here in the Salon as a part of her payment I guess.
Then of course we could work on her hair, manicure, and pedicure. What
about her lips? We could give them a little collagen so they will look
much nicer when wrapped around your strap on my dear?"
"Oh Madame Chantal I sincerely trust in your abilities. Do whatever
comes to your creative mind. Be my guest."
I felt so helpless. These women decided my fate just over my head and
even talked about creativity.
"Please, please" I just blurted out in horror.
Madame Chantal made a step towards me, smiled and took my face in her
soft but firm hand.
Then she spoke as if she didn?t see my despair.
"Oh so eager. Are you little one? Your friend Jasmin took you to the
right place to make all your dreams come true."
She turned around looking at Jasmin.
"Hmm, with this little outburst I think we definitely should also add
something more exotic. This is of course up to you. I would prefer to
ring her but if you want we?ll just put her clitty in a chastity
device."
Jasmin winked at her.
"Madame Chantal, I don?t think she would like to be in a chastity device
or would you Greta?"
I shook my head eagerly.
"Of course not Jasmin, err, Master Jasmin, please no chastity device,
please."
Jasmin laughed.
"That is settled then Madame Chantal. You get your wish. I bet we all
will enjoy watching you ringing her."
The Salon owner took my hand and held it to one of the girls.
"Come on dear. Gina take care of Greta. You will style her hair and do
also her eyebrows. Let Camille our shampoo girl take care of her first.
Later Shelley will do Greta?s manicure and pedicure. Meanwhile tell
Alisha to prepare a cup of coffee for Jasmin and me. We?ll watch and do
any correction if necessary."
I was led by Gina to the shampoo area where a beautiful girl in a short
pink smock was waiting for us. She had big breasts which made her smock
look like it would burst any moment.
"Camille, do her hair."
To my surprise the girl dropped a perfect curtsy.
"Yes Miss Gina, right away."
I stared at her and only then realized the girl wasn?t a real girl but a
man, a very effeminate man, but never the less a man. We looked each
other for a moment and then it dawned on me I must look almost the same
way. My eyes moistened.
"Don?t worry. Everything will be fine. Just lay back and enjoy the ride.
I am happy as you can see."
Then she literally pushed me into the seat and started to wash my hair.
The warm water and her massaging hands let me finally relax.
"So you met Miss Jasmin or is it Master Jasmin to you? Well, I better
shut up or I will be punished by Madame."
"What is it? Please tell me. I can?t stand this humiliation anymore. I
don?t want to become a girl."
"Oh I don?t know that. The way you are looking. I mean after less than a
day I wasn?t so far yet. Ready, all done. I will bring you now to Miss
Gina."
"Please, don?t. Help me to get out of here."
It was hopeless. Camille led me to the hair station. Once again she
dropped a perfect curtsy.
"Miss Gina. I am done with my charge. Thank you for giving me the
opportunity to my abilities."
Gina just waived her off and with small steps Camille hurried off. I
heard the clicking of her high heels on the hardwood floor.
"Now have a seat Greta. You?ll be amazed how beautiful you?ll look like
after I am done with you."
While I sat down right on cue Madame Chantal and Jasmin appeared. They
positioned themselves behind me and were able to see everything through
the big mirrors which were conveniently placed all over the hair
station. Gina put an equally pink smock around me
"I?ll do your eyebrows first honey. You?ll love them I am sure."
I squirmed in my seat and she looked at me.
"I thought you didn?t want to make any trouble. You said so yourself."
Looking into the mirror I saw Madame Chantal and Jasmin sitting there
staring at me like cats ready to play ping pong with a mouse. I shook my
head.
"Just what I thought."
Gina then prepared the wax, spread it over one brow, waited a while and
then ripped it off. I almost jumped in the seat, screamed.
"Oh my God. What are you doing? That hurt like hell."
"You big sissy. Take it like a girl."
Then my cell phone rang, once, twice. Everything quieted down. You could
have heard a pin dropping on the ground. It seemed like everybody held
her breath. Again it rang. I had forgotten I had taken my cell with me
not believing somebody would phone me. Who could it be? I looked at the
screen. I thought I knew the number but wasn?t sure. Jasmin got up, took
the cell, pushed a button and handed it back to me. I finally took the
call.
"I thought you weren?t there. It took you an eternity to answer my call.
Hey Gary, this is Jason. How are you? Look I just came back. How about
we see each other tonight?"
He was on speaker. So everybody was listening over my conversation.
Jasmin looked at me and I knew I couldn?t switch it off again. I
stammered into the phone.
"I, I don?t know. I am kind of busy. I mean, I thought you wouldn?t be
here for the whole week? I even asked to stay at your place and you said
I couldn?t so I went to a Hotel. Now I met this woman and we really hit
it off. So I don?t know whether I can make it."
"Well, yes, I am sorry that you couldn?t stay at my apartment but you
know my brother arrived and I thought you never got along well with him.
Why create problems without necessity. Still, we need to see each other.
You have to show me your girlfriend. Ha-ha, you owe me that."
Jasmin nodded at me and mouthed a yes. I shook my head. I thought of my
waxed eyebrow and while I spoke felt Gina taking care of the other
putting wax and I couldn?t do a thing about it. No, she wouldn?t. She
wouldn?t...
"Ouch. Ouch."
She did wax the other brow too.
"What happened? Gary, you are hurt?"
I moaned. Girls were laughing in the background.
"No, no, I am not hurt. I just hit my foot at a table."
"Man, where are you? I am coming over to see you. We haven?t seen each
other in years. Man, we were great buddies in school, remember. We
really need to freshen up memories."
I literally shouted in the phone.
"No. No. Right now is impossible."
From the side I saw Gina approaching me who had quietly left after
waxing my brows. Now she was holding a strange device.
"Jason. Look, maybe tomorrow."
Gina took my ear, lifted the device and then I felt a sharp pain. God,
she had pierced my ear.
"Ouch."
I wailed. She put a stud in.
"That hurt."
"Gary? What is happening? Are you hurt? Are you alright? What is going
on with you?"
"Don?t worry. I am fine. I am walking while I talk and I didn?t look and
just stumbled. No big deal."
Gina held my other ear. No! I tried to escape her grip.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch. Oh Jason. I need to sit down. I can?t keep on running
around while talking to you. I stumbled again."
Gina put another stud in.
"Man, are you kidding me? What is going on with you?"
Now Gina started to put my hair in rollers. I started to hyperventilate.
"Please stop, please stop. I can?t take it anymore."
Just then Jasmin took the phone out of my hands.
"Hi. Jason? Yes, this is Jasmin, Gary?s new girlfriend. I couldn?t help
but overhear your conversation. No, don?t worry he is fine. I think
better than ever."
She grinned at me. Then continued.
"You know Gary isn?t the same like you know him back from school. I mean
I don?t know how long you haven?t seen each other. So let me explain.
Gary, let?s say has gotten in touch with his feminine side which I
rather like. To tell the truth I love to have a feminine man at my side,
and let me tell you Gary is rather feminine. So feminine, that he likes
to be called Greta now. Isn?t that right Greta?"
With that she handed me back my phone, not forgetting to switch on the
speaker again. Meanwhile Gina continued to put rollers in my hair.
"What?" I heard on the other end.
"What kind of bullshit is that? Gary? Gary? Who was that? This chick is
out of her mind, right? Gary?"
Tears were rolling down my face. My scalp hurt from the tight rolling. I
looked into the mirror. Yeah, my feminine side. I sobbed.
"Jason, Jason. Please understand. I am sorry."
I sobbed again. The humiliation was too much for me. I was a nervous
wreck.
"Gary? What is going on? Can I help you?"
I continued sobbing. Jasmin simply took the cell out of my hands again.
"Jason? This is Jasmin again. Yes, you can help your buddy Gary if you
accept him as the girl he is now, as Greta. Look, why don?t we three
meet tonight. I?ll come with her to your place and you?ll have a look at
her. Let?s say 8:30, ok?"
"Ok. Let?s have dinner and we talk it over."
"Sounds great to me. Bye, see you then Jason."
Jasmin switched off the phone with a smug look on her face.
"Now I don?t think you?ll object anymore your transformation Greta. Or
will you?"
I shook my head. I was broken with the intense humiliation. My old
buddy, of all, my old buddy. I answered in a small voice.
"No Master Jasmin. Do what you want with me."
"Good girl. Gina proceed."
Will Greta meet old buddy Jason as a complete girl that night? How far
will Jasmin and Madame Chantal go in their treatment? Depending on the
feedback I will keep on plotting
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