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Standard disclaimers apply to this story: If you are too young, or reside in a city, state or country where you are legally not allowed to read explicit material such as this, please turn back now. If you are offended by descriptions of cross-dressing, transgenderism and/or consensual homosexual sex, either turn back now and go immerse yourself in Fox News' talking points until you feel clean again, or open your mind, read on and perhaps learn something that might challenge your small-minded worldview. Finally, anyone reading this may feel free to repost elsewhere for others to read, as long as it is on a free-to-view website and the story is correctly attributed. I want to dedicate this story to Fictionmania author Stacyinlove. It's been a couple of years since her last submission (was stopping on 69 on purpose?), but her writing style and wonderful characterization has always brought me back, one of the few authors whose stories I have read multiple times. I have tried as best I could to bring similar life to my protagonists as she does to Brian/Stacy and Bob, and if you haven't yet read any of her work, I'd highly recommend it, my particular favorite being "The Experiment". Stacy, if you are reading this, or if a friend passes on the message, please know you have a fan who is patiently waiting for more of your work! I fully realize that some of the technology included in this story just doesn't exist. However, I think with all TG stories there has to be at least some level of suspension of disbelief - for example, though we don't want to believe it, we all know that the transitioning male is never really going to become the most beautiful girl in all the world, barring magical transformations. All I can ask is that you do so for this one too, perhaps even hoping and wishing it did exist! Lastly, though I have several other incomplete stories, either stored on the computer or just in my head, this is only my second submitted story, although this too is still incomplete beyond the vague, overarching storyline at the time of submitting the first chapters. As such, I would greatly appreciate any constructive comments or feedback you may have. It can only help improve my writing, and maybe those unfinished works will yet get to see the light of day. Enjoy! Just Another Day In Paradise Day 1 - Saturday "After all the shit we've dealt with today, unpacking can wait." Said Nick, my roommate of the last three years, throwing his suitcase on to his side of the king size bed. "Let's just get what we need and hit the beach. Surely things can only get better from here." "Aaa-greed," I replied, following suit. "I've got to hit the bathroom though; can you grab my swimshorts out of my case for me? They should be on the top anyway, unless some TSA bastard has been rifling through my stuff. Wouldn't surprise me, under the circumstances." As I closed the bathroom door, I began mentally cataloguing everything that had made what should have been the start of an awesome extra-long Spring Break into the trip from hell. Thanks to some heavy damage caused by all the snow we'd had over the last few months, the college had decided to do some much needed renovations to our dorms, and we'd been granted an extra week of R&R this year. As neither of us were that into the meat market feel of the typical SB destinations, we'd decided on hitting up Hawaii. The trip was expensive, and I only had just enough money for food and entertainment after paying for the flights and hotel, but as I was way ahead of the game on my class credits, I justified the expense by picking up some extra shifts at the bar I worked at once I got home. I'd thought about suggesting another, cheaper destination, but Nick, whose family was pretty well off, was pretty set on the Aloha state. I'd never exactly told him that I wasn't quite as affluent as him, and to be perfectly honest, I kinda liked the idea anyway. It all started to go wrong at the airport. Nick had arrived at our college on a football scholarship; as a self-confessed geek, I didn't know much about these things but supposedly he was all set to be the next big star, right up until his knee was shattered on a bad tackle. His short career was over, his souvenirs a couple of pins and plates and things in there, which of course set off the metal detector at security. The burly rent-a-cop prick there was having none of his story though and the poor guy was subjected to a pretty aggressive and humiliating "pat- down" before finally being let through. We figured that was just the price we had to pay for being able to spend the next two weeks in paradise, but apparently the toll hadn't been paid in full yet. Once on the plane, we were informed there was a "small maintenance issue" but they'd "have us in the air just as soon as possible". 4 hours later, they finally gave up and shuffled us all on to another plane, which also sat at the gate for a further hour while the galley was stocked. The flight itself was fine, beyond the usual tedium and cramped conditions, but of course once we'd landed it had taken an age for our luggage to appear on the carousel. Mine had somehow acquired a pink smear of god only knows what on the handle, which refused to wipe off, but I figured it was just some residue from whatever the TSA used to check for explosive devices, and we went and picked up our hire car, or at least we would have if one had been there for us. Eventually the company managed to locate a car for us and grudgingly gave us a meager inconvenience discount and we made our way to our hotel, where we were informed that our two-queen-beds room was actually a one king-size bed room, and there wasn't anything else available. Nick had been about to complain, but I'd stopped him. "Forget it, man. My parents have a king bed, and you can pretty much roll all the way over without even touching the other person. Long as we stay in our own burritos, it'll be fine, and besides if either of us finds a girl to bring back, it's not like the other'd be sleeping there anyway." We'd got to our room and finally things were looking up as it turned out to be a good sized suite with a living room and kitchenette, a jacuzzi tub in the bathroom, not to mention the magnificent view that overlooked the beach and the bar directly below our room. Maybe, as Nick had said, things could only get better from here. I finished up in the bathroom and went back out to the bedroom. Nick hadn't changed yet, and was still standing in front of my half-open suitcase with a thoughtful expression on his face. He looked up as he heard me enter the room. "Alex," he said, "either you've been hiding something from me, or things on this trip aren't looking up yet." "What do you mean?" I asked. Instead of replying he reached into my suitcase and drew something out in each hand that I knew instantly wasn't mine - a tiny hot pink bikini. "I mean, if you're trans-whatever-it-is, I'm cool with it," he grinned, "I just wish you'd told me before I found out we'd be sharing a bed." "What the fuck? Come on Nick, that's not funny. Gimme my stuff so we can go hit the beach." He turned the case to face me and flipped it open all the way for me to see. "I can't do that, little buddy, on account of the fact that you're stuff's not here." He was right. Where my various collection of board shorts, t-shirts, jeans and other holiday gear should have been, I could only see dresses, skirts, bikinis and other girls' clothes. Suddenly it occurred to me that perhaps that pink smear on the handle was there by design, rather than by accident. "Shit! We picked up the wrong case!" I raged. "Goddamit, can this vacation get any worse? I knew we should have just driven down to San Padre Island!" "Don't panic, Alex. I'm sure there's some girl in some other part of Honolulu that's wondering why her glad rags have been replaced by the most boring clothing collection known to man. In fact, given our hire car issues, she's probably way ahead of you on realizing the switcheroo, and already reported it to the airline." "You're right," I said, starting to calm a little. "I'll call the airline too." As I took out my cellphone and dialed the number, I noticed there was a small luggage tag clipped to the outside of the case. I flipped it over and had to smile at the coincidence - the mystery girl whose clothes I had inherited was called Alexis. Surprisingly enough, I got through to a customer service representative in less than a minute and told her my story. I gave her my name and telephone number, as well as Alexis' name, and she promised that they would call me back as soon as they had made contact and could arrange to swap the cases over. By the time I was done, the sun was beginning to set, so it was too late to hit the beach anyway. We decided we'd grab some dinner and a mai-tai or two at the hotel bar, and call it an early night. ----- Day 2 - Sunday I was unhappy about the fact that I had to put on the same clothes I'd travelled in (and slept in, in the case of my underwear), after showering the next morning, but I figured it wouldn't be long before I'd be reunited with my case and I could start properly enjoying my vacation. I couldn't borrow anything from Nick, as his football player's frame supported clothes that were at least a full two sizes bigger than I wore, and even more on the waist. I'd inherited my mother's small stature, and as my choice of exercise to keep fit was running, I was thin with it. When he'd suggested I buy some clothes to tide me over, I'd had to come clean that I was on a very tight budget. Of course he'd offered to pay, but I couldn't let him do that, not when I'd only need them for this day. As we still couldn't hit the beach with my lack of swimwear, we decided to explore the rest of the city. We'd both been big fans of the TV show Lost, so it was pretty cool finding places around Honolulu that we knew had been used for scenes in the show. As the day wore on though, I started to become a little concerned that I hadn't heard anything about my own loss. I decided to make another call, just in case my issue had got lost somewhere in the airline's computer system. I was put through to the same lady I had spoken to the day before, who informed me that they'd been continually trying to make contact with Alexis and also her travelling companions, with no success. They'd also contacted her family, who hadn't heard from her since she boarded the plane. From the family, they'd also contacted the hotel she was supposed to be staying at, but none of her group had checked in. They promised me they'd keep trying, and I thanked her for being so thorough in finding my property, but it was starting to feel like a lost cause. That they hadn't even reached their hotel was very troubling indeed. When I hung up the phone, I must have looked like I was on the verge of tears, because without me even saying anything, Nick immediately suggested we grab a bottle of whiskey and go back to the room so we could figure things out. "Fucking fantastic vacation this is turning out to be," I said, slipping into an angry depression. "Here I am for two weeks with one set of clothes to my name." "Look," replied Nick, "we can pool our money together and get you some things to wear. We might have to use the hotel laundry service a couple of times, but it'll be ok." "Have you seen the price of the laundry service? And for that matter, did you see anywhere around here that wasn't designer gear? Even the stores in the shadier parts that we walked through looked expensive. It'd be fine if I could live on tap water alone for the next two weeks, but I'm pretty much skin and bones as it is." "There's gotta be thrift stores or something like that here," said Nick, as he flipped through the phone book supplied in the room. "Or... apparently not. Shit. I tell you what, we'll find the cheapest place we can, I'll just pay for the clothes for now and you can pick up some extra shifts at work when we get back to pay me back. I'd just shout you for it, but my parents would have a problem with it. You know how they are with money." "That'd be great, but I've already picked up all the extra shifts I can fit into my schedule just to pay for the trip." Frustration was starting to build up within me and I was close to snapping at Nick, when he suddenly looked down at the ground and apologized. "I'm sorry Alex, it's all my fault. I honestly didn't think about your money situation when I suggested Hawaii. I know it's not exactly what you want to hear, but when you've always had money, you don't tend to think about it too much, your own or other people's. I shouldn't have been so insistent. I'm an asshole." "It's not your fault. I could have argued my situation if I'd wanted to. Truth is, I've always wanted to come here too. This just wasn't exactly the way I'd always imagined it." Both of us sat in silence for a moment, lost in our own thoughts. I looked over at Alexis' suitcase sitting where we'd left it by the room door, waiting for its owner to come and collect it. So similar looking to my own, and yet so tauntingly not. I chuckled a little to myself, trying to lighten the mood again, "Too bad my dad's X-chromosomes weren't stronger swimmers, I'd at least have some clothes I could wear, even if they weren't my own." I waited for a response from Nick, and turned to face him when I didn't hear anything from him. He was looking me up and down with a frown of intent on his face. "You know, that's not actually a bad idea... It could work..." Nick mumbled under his breath, still staring intently at me. "What? What's a good idea? What on earth are you talking about man?" "You do have clothes to wear, right there in that suitcase," he said, suddenly snapping to attention at my questions. "Oh sure, I'll just parade around in a dress or bikini and get laughed at or beaten up or even worse everywhere we go." "No, not as Alex," he replied, as if it was obvious and I was stupid for not seeing it, "As Alexis." "Are you sure that was whiskey in that bottle and not absinthe? You're starting to sound a little more on the insane side than normal." "Hear me out Alex. You're pretty small and damn skinny for a guy. Skin and bones, as you said." This was true; in fact my most recent ex had left me because, even though she wore a size 2, she said comparing our bodies made her feel fat. Nick continued, "You're also, and forgive me for saying this, not exactly the most macho-looking of guys. In fact I've heard girls describe your features as 'delicate'." "You'd better be going somewhere with this, because size difference or not, I'm about ready to punch you out here." "You're probably not going to like this, but... shave off the leg hair, get some extensions, makeup and some good fake breasts, and with the clothes in that case, I think you could totally pull off being a girl. Being Alexis." "No. Nonononononono. You're crazy. There's got to be something else we haven't thought of." "There isn't, Alex. Besides, I'm so sure you'd make a great looking girl, I'm willing to make you a bet." "What kind of bet?" Uh-oh, he was starting to suck me in. I wasn't an addict, but I did like to gamble on occasion, as long as I felt like the odds were in my favor. "Go through with a makeover, everything I just said, at a proper salon. I'll pay for it, of course. If, at the end of it, you can't pass as a girl, I'll buy you clothes for the next two weeks, consequences with my parents be damned." "And in the unlikely event that I don't look like Dame Edna, at best?" I asked. "Then you spend the next two weeks living as a girl, wearing the clothes from the suitcase." Even with my 'delicate features' and small stature, I knew there was no way I'd look good in a dress, and two weeks' worth of designer clothes at Nick's expense sounded like it would solve all my problems - the clothes situation AND Nick's insistence that I could be a girl for two weeks. "Fine, you're on. Just so you and your parents know, I may not have a lot of money, but I've got expensive taste in clothes." "Great! I'm sure you do." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small wad of bills, peeling off a couple and handing them to me. "Here's fifty bucks. You go down to the bar and have a drink or two on me, I've got a phone call or two to make," he said, reaching again for the phonebook. It was a couple of hours and 3 pina coladas later that Nick finally turned up in the bar, carrying a plain brown paper bag. Slightly drunk as I was, I'd kind of forgotten about our bet, and was about to order him a drink when he told me to pay up my tab. "Come on, your appointment's in 20 minutes. She agreed to work on you after closing so it'd be a safer environment for you." "Oh shit," I said, suddenly sobering and feeling the first tinglings of cold feet, "Are we really going through with this?" "Yep, we made a deal. I didn't welch on that bet I lost to you that meant I had to streak through the cheerleaders' locker room, so you're not going to welch on this, or I'll come up with some really nasty consequences." He led me out to the car, already waiting in front of the hotel, and even opened the passenger door for me. "I figure you should get used to having doors opened for you," he said, climbing in to the driver's seat, "it'll happen a lot when you're a hot girl." I punched his arm and replied, "Yeah, well you should get used to buying me things. Those drinks were just the start, we'll be off to Neiman Marcus and some other expensive stores soon enough." It didn't take long to reach our destination, a spa/salon tucked away on a small side street. I wrenched open my door before Nick could get round the car and open it for me, but then reminded of what I was about to get myself into, I shrank back a little as he led the way to the entrance, where a large sign reading 'CLOSED' greeted us. Not letting that deter him, he knocked on the door, which was surprisingly quickly opened by a stunningly beautiful Asian girl. Obviously it was difficult to be sure with the makeup she had on, but she looked to be around the same age as us. "Hello again, Nick," she said, giving him a heart-meltingly beautiful smile before turning it on me, "and this must be Alex. It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Kimiko, but you can call me Kimi." In my still slightly inebriated and very nervous current state, it was all I could do to squeak a response which she stifled a small giggle at. Nick handed the brown bag to her. "Well Alex buddy, this is where we part ways for now - Kimi won't let me be here while she works her magic on you, so I'll be back to pick you up when she's done. Just follow everything she says, and we'll be good." He added, pointedly. He gave me a shove which pushed me over the threshold, and as Kimi closed and locked the door behind him, he gave a cheerful wave before strolling to the car. Before I even had time to think about re-opening the door and making my escape, Kimi's wonderfully soft hand was in mine and she was pulling me past the reception counter and into the depths of the spa, chatting away all the while as if we were old friends. "Come on Alex, or Alexis I suppose now, we've got a lot to get done tonight to get you all ready. I must say, you're ever so lucky, Nick's absolutely gorgeous! And so generous too, paying for all of this. What I wouldn't do... but isn't it always the way that the good ones are already taken..." Wait... What? "Um... Kimi... What exactly did Nick tell you about... this?" "Well he said that the two of you have been lovers for... oh, I forget how long he said, but such a long time, and that seeing as you were on your anniversary vacation, the two of you had decided to do something a little different. That you wanted to have a makeover so you could pretend to be husband and wife, and do all the romantic things other couples do. Personally I don't see why gay couples can't do what they want in public, but I suppose there's still so many old-fashioned people who just can't get with the times and let people live the way they want to live..." As Kimi's chatter washed over me, I lapsed into a stunned silence, in disbelief at the story Nick had spun for her. It made sense of course, if he'd told her it was a dumb bet, she may not have agreed to do it, or even worse only agreed to do it during the day when the spa was full of mocking eyes. "He told me he hopes this is just for the two weeks you're here, that he likes you the way you are" Kimi continued, as she dragged me into what appeared to be a dressing room with a shower, "but between you and me, if you enjoy the experience enough, maybe you could transition full time and get around those silly marriage laws!" "Oh, no, I don't think that will happen," I stuttered, in some shock at the mere thought, "Like Nick said, it's just for the vacation." "Well, we'll see," replied Kimi, "wait until the two weeks is up before you make any decisions you may regret later. Ok, now strip off so we can get rid of that nasty body hair." I hesitated for a moment so she started pulling my clothes off. "Don't worry, you don't have anything I haven't seen before. Besides, I'll need to see what we have to deal with when it comes to getting you into panties." I'm sure by this point I was bright red, but Kimi didn't seem to notice, or perhaps she just didn't care. Once I was naked, she didn't make any comment on 'what she had to work with', for which I was grateful. Instead she grabbed a bottle of a rather foul-smelling lotion that she started to slather over my body. When I moved to help her, she slapped my hand away, saying that she needed to make sure she had everything covered. Eventually, once everything was covered, (and I mean EVERYTHING, below the eyebrows at least), I began to feel a tingling sensation which quickly became a rather painful burning sensation, along with that distinctive smell of burning hair. Kimi directed me to step under the shower, and together we hosed the burning cream off of my body. I watched as my meager amount of body hair washed down the drain, leaving me with smooth, albeit somewhat red and blotchy, skin all over. "It's not as long-lasting as waxing," Kimi said, a she helped me dry off and began rubbing a pleasantly lavender-smelling moisturizer over my skin, "but we don't really have time for an all-over wax, and trust me when I say it's not even remotely as painful this way. Still, you should be able to get through the rest of your vacation without having to shave much, if at all, given how sparse and fine your body hair is." I wasn't sure if it was the pain of the depilatory cream, the embarrassment of the situation, the fear of what was to come or a combination of all three, but despite the fact that a beautiful girl was massaging lotion into my skin, there was absolutely zero response from Little Alex, sitting starkly alone on my now hairless crotch. She handed me a soft, silky robe, which felt surprisingly sensual on my now smooth skin and put my clothes into a bag before leading me out to the salon and sitting me in a chair. She laid a cape over me and tilted the chair back so I was half-laying down, looking up at her. She reached over to the counter and came away with what appeared to be a long piece of sewing thread. "Ok, next we're going to work on those eyebrows of yours. I can do all the makeup magic I want to you, but if you still have those bushy man- brows, you definitely won't look feminine. This is a technique called threading; it's quicker than plucking with tweezers, because you can get more hairs at once and use the thread to guide the shape of the brow." She explained. "Umm... they will grow back though, right?" "Yes, but it'll take a while. Not to worry though, a lot of guys are going for the metrosexual look these days, including looking after their brows." I didn't like the thought of having girlish brows for however long it took to grow back, but what choice did I have? Nick had told me that I had to follow Kimi's directions, if I didn't he'd be sure to claim a technicality and not pay up for my new clothes. She quickly got to work, chattering away about everything and nothing once more. The threading was actually quite relaxing - I had been expecting the kind of pain I'd felt in the past when I'd plucked out rogue nose hairs or hairs I'd missed on my lip when shaving, but beyond a slight tugging sensation, there was none at all. Kimi announced she was finished and she sat me back up to look in the mirror at her handiwork. I had to say the thin, slightly raised brows that now topped my eyes looked pretty good, albeit a little too girlish for my face. Once I was back to reality, I'd have to see about doing this more often, though at least keeping a more masculine shape to them. She seemed pleased with my compliment and announced it was time to move on to my hair. She showed me the extensions that she planned to weave into my hair. As she poured me a large glass of wine, she explained that, along with the highlights and lowlights she was going to dye into my hair, this was going to be the longest part of our evening together and that I should sit back and relax. As the wine began to reunite with its pina colada buddies from earlier I did just that, at first drifting off into thoughts about how much I could reasonably get away with expecting Nick to pay for my clothes, especially after he'd clearly paid quite a bit for tonight's services. Of course he'd done that in an attempt to win a bet that he was clearly going to lose, so that was his own problem. As the glass emptied, re-filled and emptied again, I began to drift off into a doze. If I dreamed, the memory of it was quickly shocked out of me as Kimi yelled "Ta-da!" and spun me back to the mirror once more. "Now I'll show you how to do your makeup to best accentuate your features, and you're pretty much on your way to womanhood!" She grinned, obviously pleased with her work, and with good reason too. I barely heard what she had said, as an all-consuming pit of dread had opened in my stomach. I was going to lose. Lose spectacularly in fact, as spectacular is exactly how I could currently be described. Kimi was clearly a master at her work - with the extensions, dye and some judicious styling, she'd turned my scruffy moptop into a beautiful golden wave of tresses that curtained my face and pooled on top of my shoulders. Added with the eyebrows, an illusion was created that made both my neck and nose seem even slimmer than they were and my eyes a little larger. And this was all before she'd even put any makeup on me! If I was spectacular now, I was going to look like a Hollywood starlet by the time she was done with me! Kimi quickly explained how to easily replicate the hairstyle with a brush, dryer and spray, and then got to work on my makeup, explaining as she went how much to use of the various lotions, powders, and other items that went into making a woman look beautiful, and what exactly they did. For this process, I was facing the mirror the whole time, and with each rub, dusting and brushstroke, I saw how the remaining vestiges of masculinity were wiped away and replaced with stunningly beautiful femininity. The makeup Kimi had used gave the appearance of full, pouty lips, large, dark eyes, and somehow drew attention to what I hadn't realized were quite high cheekbones for my true gender. I wasn't just going to pass as a girl, I was going to break hearts, and I wasn't exactly happy about the situation. I realized I needed to take some mental notes on what Kimi was doing - it was looking more and more like I was going to have do all of this myself every day for the next two weeks. As she finished up, Kimi told me how beautiful I looked, and I couldn't help but smile at the compliment, even if it was one I was more used to giving rather than receiving. The saying that a most beautiful thing a woman can wear is a smile came to mind as I saw my action repeated in the mirror before me, lighting up my face even more than it already was. "Time for the finishing touches, then you can try on your first dress." Kimi smiled at me. She asked me to stand and remove my robe, but there was a problem - seeing that amazingly beautiful girl in the mirror had apparently woken something that had so far laid dormant during everything that Kimi had done to me. "I... uh... think I should... maybe use the bathroom..." I mumbled. "Oh... OH!" She giggled, noticing the bulge in the front of my robe "You're a little excited about being a woman for the first time, yes?" Man, she was forward. Were all women like this? Was this the kind of thing that comprised girl talk? "Um, yes, I guess I am," I replied, not exactly the truth, but not exactly a lie either given it was the image in the mirror that had set it off. She directed me to a bathroom in fits of giggles. Once there, I stripped off my robe and as I began to... relieve the tension, I examined myself in the mirror above the sink. Despite the hairlessness, my body was still masculine, topped with that achingly beautiful visage of femininity, but all it would take would be some breasts and a bit of tucking and that would likely all change. I looked again at my new face, imagining she was a girl I'd talked into coming back to my room, wrapping those perfect lips around - "Uhhhhnnn-AAAAHHHhhhh!" I yelled as I came, still with that image frozen in my mind, but noting that my own mouth in the mirror had begun to take on the shape of what it was doing in my imagination. I cleaned up, wondering what to make of it, then slipped my robe back on and headed back out to the salon. Once there, I handed the robe back to Kimi again as directed and sat, naked in the chair, which she again tilted back. She showed me a small roll of clear, reinforced-looking tape. "This we're going to use to make sure we avoid any more of the little problems we just had," she said, with a huge grin on her face. "It doesn't look like much, but this tape is strong and will hold you back, even when you and Nick want to start things going in the bedroom. It's got some stretch in it, so as long as you put it on right, you'll be able to do everything you normally would in perfect comfort. Besides standing up to pee that is," she laughed. "Like I said, the adhesive on the tape's strong - while you probably could pull it off if you want, you'd likely take some skin with you. Instead, you need to use this solvent to remove it." She continued, showing me the bottle. "The solvent takes about 10 minutes to fully work, and it stings a little too, though obviously not as bad as not using it. All in all, it'll be a whole lot less painful and time- consuming to keep it on and sit down like us girls. In fact while you probably don't want to leave it on the whole two weeks, it might be a good idea to leave it on for a few days at a time, just to avoid having to go through the pain and time of taking it off every night or morning." I didn't like the sound of that at all, but had to comply as she had me spread my legs as wide as I could, then using my hands so I could feel how to do it by myself, she pushed my testicles up into my body cavity and pulled my dick back between my legs so it was flat against my crotch. I'd been expecting pain, or at least discomfort at having my junk pushed into unnatural places, but it didn't feel bad at all - Kimi's touch was firm but gentle. Keeping my legs spread, she took a piece of the tape and placed it across the shaft below the head, showing me where to stick it down so it would cause the least discomfort. She had me stand up and walk around, and to my surprise, I really didn't feel anything to suggest that something was amiss down there. I closed my legs a little and looked down - with all my pubic hair gone, and a flat, slightly curved crotch disappearing between my legs, even serial womanizers would have been hard-pressed to say I was anything but female. Resigned to my fate, I sat back in the tilted chair as Kimi directed, as she took out the final part of my prison for the next two weeks. "Hmm... C cup," she said, holding an amazingly realistic looking fake breast in her left hand. "I guess it's true what they say about gay men liking big boobs!" She added with another of those annoyingly cute giggles. She spread what I assumed was an adhesive on the back of the breast, then followed suit with its partner, before pressing them both to my chest. As she held them in place to dry, she explained to me that the adhesive was designed to hold for around 4 weeks, but that I could use the same solvent as for the tape, should I want to remove them earlier than that. Once she was satisfied the glue had set, she took a flesh-toned paste and quickly began, smearing it across the joins, blending the fake boobs into my body, until they appeared like I'd grown them myself. She gave the area a blast with the hairdryer, which she said was to help it set. "This goop is a man in your position's best friend," she told me. "As you can see, it blends the fake breast into your chest naturally, hiding the join. Again, you can use the solvent to remove it, but in the meantime, you'll be able to shower, swim, sweat and do everything you'd normally do and your breasts will look as fantastic as they do right now." She had me continue to hold my new breasts in place while the paste set ("Don't move your hands even an inch!" she had warned), and began to paint my toenails in a bright pink color that I suddenly recalled matched the bikini Nick had pulled out of my suitcase. Once she was happy that my breasts were ready to go, she got to work on my fingernails, filing, trimming the cuticles and eventually sticking long acrylic nails to my own and glossing them in the same pink. As she worked, a thought occurred to me. "Kimi, you clearly do fantastic work with hair, makeup, nails and all that, otherwise you wouldn't be working here at the salon, but... what about... the other stuff? The breasts and the tape? I mean that can't come up every day, right?" "You'd be surprised," she replied. "Sure, the majority of our clients are born women, but you don't think you're the only man in Hawaii that has had the idea he might like to see what things are like on the other side of the gender divide do you?" Another, nastier thought had just occurred to me. "Had Nick... contacted you about this? Before this afternoon I mean?" "No, today was the first day we met. He asked the girl on reception if we provided any 'special' services for men, and she directed him to me." Well at least it looked like I hadn't been set up then. The Honolulu police department might have had an interesting murder case on their hands if I'd found out to the contrary. "Ok," she said, applying the final brushstroke to my pinky finger, "give these a few minutes to dry and then it's time to get you dressed and meet your man for the first time, Beautiful!" Once she was happy that my nails were dry, she helped me stand. Immediately I felt the change in my center of gravity with the new weights on my chest. I felt my shoulders instinctively push back to help take the weight, creating a pretty sexy view in the mirror. Though only a C cup, my breasts looked quite large on my small frame, but not unnaturally so. I felt a slight strain in my crotch, but true to Kimi's word, the tape held strong. Kimi began taking some clothes out of the brown bag that Nick had left her with, the same one the fake breasts had come from. I recognized them as being from Alexis', now my I suppose, suitcase. First she handed me a black bra that had a lace trim on the cleavage side of the cups. She showed me how to hook it closed behind my back, and all credit to me, I managed to get it right on only the second attempt, even with my new nails. I slipped my arms through the straps and she showed me how to tighten them to correctly support my new breasts. Following that was a black, lacey thong, which I pulled up my legs and settled on my waist. As the thin material nestled in between my buttocks, I couldn't help but give a small shiver. The feeling was incredibly sexy, and combined with the image I saw of myself in the mirror, I can only say it was a good thing the tape was as strong as Kimi had said! I looked stunning, like I was about to step on to the set of a lingerie photoshoot. Examining myself from all angles, I couldn't see even a hint of what my little thong was hiding away, only a sexy feminine silhouette. Next up was what could only be described as a little black dress. I knew very little about styles, but I knew a sexy dress when I saw one, with very short capped sleeves, a plunging neckline, and what looked to be a mid-thigh skirt. I could think of several girls I'd have loved to see wearing it, including Kimi, yet it was to be mine. Kimi helped me step into it and, as I tugged the zipper up behind my back, I felt the bodice cling to my torso, even as the slightly flared skirt fell over my hips, coming to rest about my thighs. A panel around the middle gave my waist a tapered look, pronouncing hips that I knew weren't really there. Finally she helped me step into a pair of black strappy sandals that closed with a small buckle around my ankle, not knowing any better I'd say around a 3 inch heel. The real Alexis must have had slightly smaller feet than me, as it was a little bit of a squeeze to get them on, but once in place they didn't hurt or feel uncomfortable, besides the odd feeling of having my toes pushed away from my body. Kimi admonished me to make sure to try on shoes before buying them in future, as women's sizes were a little different to men's. She held my hand and gave me encouragement as I got used to first standing in the towering heels, and finally taking my first tentative steps. It took a while, but after some time I felt confident enough that I'd be able to cope by myself. Given the image in the mirror, it looked like I'd have to be able to! The heels had shifted my center of gravity again - in order to stand and walk properly in them, I subconsciously had to stick my butt out a little, swinging my hips with each step. It was the kind of walk that had made me stop in the street and stare as a girl walked by; a past life that seemed to be getting more and more distant by the moment. I looked down, over my rather bounteous cleavage, to my smooth, sexy legs, and wondered how exactly I was going to tell Nick that he'd been right all along. Besides Kimi and myself, who'd seen the transformation happen, I don't think there'd be a single person in the world who would look at me and not assume I'd been born female, or at least fallen from heaven that way. As I came out of my daze, I realized Kimi had just hung up the phone. "Your car will be here shortly," she said. "Car? You mean Nick?" "Change of plan," she replied. "Once I told him how amazing you looked, he decided he wanted you to meet him for a late dinner. He's sending over a taxi to pick you up instead. But before it gets here..." All of a sudden she produced what looked like a large gun, and before I could move, had reached up to the side of my head with it. I felt a sudden sting in my earlobe, followed by the same in the other side, as she reached over to it. I felt her push something through the new hole in my lobes, and realized she'd just given me earrings. She followed this up by clipping a necklace around my neck, and handed me a couple of rings and bracelets to put on. "I always feel naked without my jewelry," she said, by way of explanation. "Of course I'm sure Nick will be just as happy with you naked as he will be with you clothed. You make an incredibly beautiful woman, Alexis, I barely had to do any work on you at all!" Hearing the feminine version of my name, the name of the woman whose clothes I now wore, I couldn't see how any other name would fit the person I saw in the mirror before me, flawless skin, gorgeous hair, beautiful dress and all. I guess, at least for the next two weeks, I was Alexis.