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A Man's Place is as a Woman!
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With my blonde hair all done up and curly and my blue eyes outlined with
shadow and mascara, not to mention my newly pink luscious lips, it was
apparently time to make the clothes match the face and match the name.
And I was beginning to catch a glimpse of what this new Beth was going to
look like.
Since clothes make the woman, Jennifer insisted that we start with some
basics before going crazy on dresses and shoes.
As she was driving me towards a Macy's, Jenn noticed that my initial glee
had turned to gloom. No longer was I singing along with the Katy Perry CD
that was playing in her old Mercedes.
"Beth, what's wrong honey. What are you thinking about? Don't you like
the French Cut or something?"
I was again embarrassed and didn't know how to tell her that all of this
fun and the new clothes and makeup wasn't going to hide the fact that I
still had a penis in my underwear. What was going to happen when we find
ourselves at Macy's Intimates and nothing fits?
But of course I was too shy to say this out loud. Plus I didn't want her
to remind me that I needed to do "whatever it takes" to work at The
Women's Place or my job would be over and done.
So I meekly mumbled something about, "all of this change" and "needing
privacy with my underwear." Jennifer just smiled and assured me that
everything is going to be okay.
The truth that I was holding on to for dear life is that I was always
embarrassed about the size of my penis. It was pretty small and never
seemed to grow much bigger when I became a teenager. Of course I hated
sports and avoided the gym lockers like the plague so no one would ever
notice. My mom thankfully wrote a note from a doctor for both grade
school and high school that spared me from ever having to get naked
around the other boys.
Of course I did have erections now and then, out of nowhere in the middle
of chemistry class or what have you. Thankfully for me, unlike for the
other boys I noticed, my erections weren't very noticeable. I wasn't
scared to go write on the chalk board if I was called upon to write my
poetry on the board or attempt to solve a math problem while having a
"boner".
Some of the other boys in my classes seemed to have the opposite problem,
and it wasn't hard to spot some rather large hard-ons in these boys
pants. While I would Never admit it to anyone, I kept my eye on certain
boys in class, especially the front of their trousers.
Since some classes were easier for me than the others boys, such as art
and religion, I had time to day dream and watch for things to "pop up".
Sometimes those erections the boys would get were the highlight of my day
;-)
I also learned to admire the boys who did well in math and science,
looking at them as such smart guys who could obviously whip me at
anything they wanted to. And like some of the girls, I had my secret
crushes that I never told anyone about.
I found myself writing poetry and love letters never sent to Jeremy, and
especially to James! Mmm...
Admittedly, my dreams about gazing at hard penises and shirtless men
would get me really turned on, but I didn't know what to do about it.
These dreams just made me feel different, and I was plenty tired of that.
(Suddenly I remembered how I felt at summer camp, how I was 11 in just my
swim trunks and that camp counselor guy just kept staring at me and my
body. He made me blush and feel really awkward, so I must have liked the
attention. But of course I just tried to stay away from him that week!)
As Jenn pulled into the Macy's parking lot, I was sweating and worried
about getting naked in front of a woman in that beautiful but terrifying
department of women's intimates.
Thankfully Ms. Jennifer knew a woman there named Jane who was super nice
and took me into a changing room and spoke to me about the essentials I
would need to look my like my Best Beth.
Jane took all sorts of measurements and begin taking about what kind of
corset or slimmer I was going to have to wear to get a better figure.
Unfortunately she said something about me being on a diet, which Jenn was
happy to overhear.
As Jane and I talked about the weather and our jobs and how to deal with
arrogant men, I began to feel more comfortable around her. I felt safe
enough to take my undies off, just for a moment or two, so she could see
how to help me hide that thing in my briefs. I was nervous and shaking a
little bit when she caught a glimpse of my penis, and I could tell she
wanted to giggle at how small it was. She had the nerve to ask me "does
that little thing work for, well you know?" All I could say in return was
that no one have ever tried that with me before.
I heard her mumble something about maybe that was for the best, adding
"you couldn't make me happy with that penis, honey. No way."
As I got up to leave, already nervous and now humiliated, Jane gently
stopped me and held me for just a moment, and I couldn't help but cry on
her shoulder a little bit.
I was a complete, teary mess at this point and I got makeup on her
blouse, but she was such a doll, just letting me cry out all of my
feelings of rejection and shame for not being the kind of man I felt like
I was expected to be my whole life. Jane said to me, with Jennifer now
rushing back into the room as well, that, "honey you are not to blame for
how God had made you. You were obviously supposed to be special, and now
we are trying to help you figure out who that is. Don't you feel better
being a woman, with us here to support you. Doesn't this feel right to
you Deep Inside?"
In between sobs I was able to catch my breath enough to agree with Jane
and Jennifer. "Yes I do feel more like me as Beth than I ever did as that
'John' guy. Thank you both so much for being here for me, for being like
the sisters that I've always wanted."
And with that we hugged some more, and this time it was Ms. Jennifer who
had to hold back the tears. Something inside of me was beginning to
click, and I smiled widely and sincerely for the first time in ages.
Part 7
After my breakdown, Jane got my make up back together and helped me put
on a tight control top that would slim my waist and help hide my penis at
the same time. She commented a corset would be in order for important
events but that for day to day I should learn how to be a normal girl,
using just a Spanx control top. Oh, and Jane insisted that from now on I
wear maxi pads, the ones with wings attached to my panties. Jane said
that this would help smooth me out down there, especially wearing tight
pants or capris.
We left with several sets of panties, some skimpy lace but mostly
sensible cotton ones of all types and colors. I really felt inadequate
when it came to even thinking about bras and sizes, but Jane insisted
that I wear at least a 32A cup and that whatever color I would wear, that
it most definitely HAD to match my panties!
Jennifer added that she learned an old trick on how to make fake boobies
from her theater days, and would be happy to make a pair for me when we
got back to her place. In the meantime Jane gave me some light breast
forms to slide into my bra. She told me that I simply Must wear a bra at
all times to get used to the feel and the weight, and of course to try on
clothes and make sure the dresses fit nicely and attractively.
Jenn was going to have us hit Nordstrom next for some upscale dresses and
shoes, but I practically pleaded with her to let me stay here with Jane
at Macy's and let her help me get fixed up with some nice business casual
wear and dresses for the daytime and evening as well.
I was getting hungry for lunch and said something to Jennifer about it,
but by now she was way ahead of me and pulled a Luna bar out of her purse
and told me, "today this is your lunch, sweetie. You better start
thinking of sticking to a strict diet Beth".
After woofing that bar down in a rather unlady like way, it was on to
mixed separates in miss sizes and a few dresses to boot. Jane had me
pegged as a size 12, though anything too shapely around the waist just
didn't look all that right for some obvious reasons. Before we had gotten
started, because I really didn't know much about what I should wear, I
had told Miss Jane me what kind of girl Beth should be, and then she
filled my shopping cart with those types of clothes.
I explained to Jane that, "Beth is a young woman that wears conservative
clothes with just a hint of something racy, something sensual hidden
behind that mousy mask".
Of course on my budget, name brands like Vera Wang or Calvin Klein were
out of the question. Besides I was certainly not going for glamorous or
sexy, just casual wear that any ordinary secretary would wear to work.
I'm such an introvert that unwanted attention is not my thing!
When it came time for us to even think about shoes, Ms. Jennifer was
getting me to try on all sorts of high heels, then laughing as I tried to
walk around and grab onto clothes racks for balance. She made me purchase
4" black heels, but I was smart enough to convince her that block heels
are much less life threatening than the stilletos I first tried on.
"Besides", I said, "simple heels and Mary Janes are more of Beth's
style". Again nothing designer like Manolo Blahnik here, more like 9 West
or Mootsies Tootsies or whatever was on sale and was in a women's size
10.
Of course we got some mules and flats as well, and some super cute
sandals to boot. Jane told me that, with how my legs looked now, that I
was to Always wear panty hose whenever a hint of my legs were going to be
visible. Ms. Jennifer seconded that motion, adding that "this is how its'
going to be until your legs become more feminine."
I really didn't know what she meant by becoming more feminine, but I was
emotionally exhausted and didn't think much more about it.
End of Part 7
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