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I was thirteen the year my life changed in a wonderful way. I was a shy
'in between', small for my age, and developing slowly in puberty
compared to my peers. It was a lonely time for me, particularly since
my mom was raising me alone, far from extended family, but also because
I was leaving behind the safety and comfort of being a child, whose
whole world is his mother.
One of the fondest memories I have from childhood is a love of dressing
up for Halloween. I must have learned the love of costume from my
mother, Madelyn - Maddie to her friends - who was a true fashionista
when it came to makeup, dresses, and hairstyles. She loved helping me
with a costume each year, and whatever she put together almost always
won the Halloween costume contest at the town fair. However, by age
thirteen I had not participated in the contest for a few years, having
passed the age limit. In some ways I think it made mom a little sad
that she no longer got to play dress up with me.
But the year I turned thirteen the town's middle school announced its
first Halloween dance and costume contest. The thought of dressing up
in costume brought back wonderful memories, but the dance made me
uneasy, since the few friends I had had no interest in dances,
especially ones where shy boys might be asked by a girl to dance. I was
unsure if I would go. And if I did, what I would be. I talked it over
with mom, and her face lit up like sunshine. She said she knew the
perfect costume, but would not tell me what it was, saying that she
wanted it to be a surprise. I enjoyed surprises, and trusted my mom
without question, so I agreed. She took a few of my measurements and
retreated to her sitting room with her cell phone. Whatever the costume
she had planned it was nice to see her so happy.
The day of the dance finally arrived, it was on a Friday night, and that
afternoon, as I walked toward the school bus, I was surprised to see mom
waiting for me just outside the front entrance. She explained as we
walked to our car that we needed a lot of time to get ready and the
costume shop was on the other side of town, so we had to go straight
there from school. After a half-hour drive we parked in front of an old
converted brick warehouse with all manner of shops inside: flower
stalls, card shops, knick-knack stores, boutiques selling only bedroom
attire. Mom hastily walked passed by all of them, making straight for a
shop toward the back with a frosted glass door and lilac lettering that
read "Lydia's Spa, Coiffures, and Parfumeur"
Just inside the front door there was a large elegantly appointed
reception room with a beautiful young woman sitting behind a white,
delicately curved desk. Behind the woman I noticed two frosted glass
doors, one marked 'spa' and the other 'salon.' Placed throughout the
room, in small groupings, were plush lilac cushioned chairs and settees.
A few perfectly attired ladies sat talking softly to one another,
pausing in their gossip just long enough to look us over.
The woman behind the desk introduced herself as Ashley and spoke to my
mother, saying "you must be Ms. Adams."
"Please, call me Madelyn," my mother replied. She never liked the
formality of last names.
Mom confirmed her appointment for me with Ashley and then told me that
the ladies from the store were going to prepare me for the dance, and
that she would run a few errands while I was getting ready.
Ashley said, "Don't worry sweetie, some things may seem a bit unusual
here for a boy, but trust us, we'll take good care of you."
I thought OK, mom knows what she's doing, and she certainly wouldn't
leave me with people she didn't trust.
Ashley spoke briefly on the desk phone letting someone know that she'd
be escorting a new client and asked someone on the other end to cover
reception. She took me by the arm and led me through the inner door; I
could see out of the corner of my eye that the ladies in the reception
area were looking at me and whispering to each other, but I could not
hear what was said.
I was led down a hallway with doors on each side spaced every few feet;
at the fifth door she stopped and led me inside. The room's walls were
a light shade of lilac, which seemed to be the predominant color of the
shop, and in the middle was a white padded table, much like a doctor's
examination table, a white leather covered stool, a white wooden wall
hook with a short white terrycloth robe and matching towel, and a pair
of white rubber flip flops beneath.
Ashley told me to change into the towel, put the robe on over that, slip
into the flip flops and come out; she'd be waiting for me. I did as she
instructed, and when I joined her in the hallway she gave me a quick
glance up and down that made me feel a little vulnerable.
Without a word, she turned on her heels and started walking further down
the hallway. I immediately fell in line behind her, wondering where she
was leading me. She stopped at a door marked "Prep Room" and led me
into a small bathroom with floor to ceiling cabinets, shower stall,
sink, and toilet, but no mirror, which I thought was a bit odd.
"Remove the robe, but leave the towel," Ashley said walking over to the
cabinet.
I was a bit nervous slipping the robe off and being so close to naked.
"Don't be shy, it's just the two of us," she said, slipping on a pair of
latex gloves and taking a jar from the cabinet. "Stand over here."
I shuffled to the spot she pointed at and she immediately began to rub a
lotion over my upper body, face, neck, chest, back, and arms; paying
particular attention to my underarms.
"Go put the robe on and drop the towel."
I walked back to where I had hung the robe and slowly exchanged it for
the towel, it's shortness barely covering my private area.
"Back here," Ashley said. I tugged at the hem of the robe trying to
keep myself covered. It did not matter anyway since she proceeded to
rub the lotion onto my lower body, legs, feet, and, embarrassingly, my
butt and privates, paying particular attention to that entire area.
"Now we wait," she said, returning the jar to the cabinet and tossing
the gloves into a nearby wastebasket.
"When you hear a bell, wash everything off in the shower, dry yourself
with the towel and place everything in the hamper, and then go back to
the first room. There's a fresh robe in the cabinet."
I waited patiently, noticing the slightly odd smell of the lotion and
the growing tingling sensation of it on my skin. The minutes felt like
hours standing there in nothing but the short robe, while the the
tingling feeling on my skin slowly became a slight burning sensation.
Just when I thought I could not wait a moment longer I heard the soft
'ding' of a bell coming from a speaker somewhere above my head.
I made right for the shower, shedding the terrycloth robe straight to
the floor. The cool water felt wonderful and I used my hands to softly
spread it all over my now very warm skin. When the lotion finally
appeared to be washed away and my skin felt refreshed, I grabbed the
towel and dried off. It was then that I noticed an odd sensation; my
thin body hair, just starting to come in, was completely gone. At first
I panicked, realizing what the lotion must have been, but then I thought
of Mom and how she would never let anyone do any real harm to me.
I threw the towel and robe in the hamper as Ashley had instructed and
donned the new robe, which was a short as the first one, but instead of
terrycloth it was satin and lilac in color. It felt a little girly and
I hesitated just inside the door, wondering if there would be anyone in
the hallway. I peeked out and noticing no one I quickly padded down the
hall, trying to keep the robe's light hem in place, and made it back to
the first room, where I found Ashley waiting for me.
"Very good," she said, scanning my exposed legs and arms. "Now put this
on." She handed me a pair of strange looking, skin colored rubber
underpants. She turned to give me privacy and I examined the underpants
a little closer, noticing a tube built into the front. "You'll need to
slip your privates into the tube," she said, somehow anticipating the
question forming in my head. "Be quick now, we have a lot more to do."
I slipped on the rubber underpants and slid my penis into the waiting
tube, it was then that I discovered that it flared a bit to cover my
scrotum as well, and fit very tightly, forcing my privates down and
underneath. The underpants also had thick layers around the hips and
butt area.
Ashley turned and gave me a quick inspection before walking to the
nearby table where she mixed two thick liquids in a plastic bottle with
a narrow tip. Shaking the bottle in her hand to thoroughly mix the
liquids she proceeded to squeeze a generous amount of the sticky
substance inside the waistband and leg holes, working the lotion down
inside the rubber underpants with her hands.
Satisfied that the liquid was completely spread inside the underpants
she instructed me to lie down on the table and close my eyes while she
added the next part of the costume. I felt her open the top of my robe
and then an odd, sticky weight on my chest.
"Keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them," Ashley said. "It
will just take a couple of minutes."
I could feel Ashley holding the sticky weights on my chest as I slowly
breathed in and out. After a bit my skin under the weights and
underpants began to feel a little tighter, and the sensation grew as the
seconds ticked off.
"You can open your eyes," Ashley said, removing her hands, although the
weight on my chest remained. I lifted my head and saw two large,
perfectly formed breasts on my chest. They looked completely natural
and matched my skin color perfectly; I could not even tell where they
ended and my skin began.
Oh my God, I thought. Mom's making me into a girl for Halloween.
Ashley must have noticed the horrified look on my face. "Don't be upset
Andrew. Your mother planned this out perfectly. This is the beauty
parlor where she worked before she had you. She arranged for you to be
here just before closing so we could help in private. We're all her
friends and can keep a secret. Trust us, no one will recognize you
after we're done."
I thought about it for a second. I trusted Mom. She had never led me
astray before. And the breasts did look very real, even up close.
"Come on," Ashley said, pulling the top of the satin robe over the
breast forms, "the adhesive should be firm by now. Let's go into the
salon and make you beautiful before getting you dressed."
I slid off the table, causing the robe to hike up around my waist.
"You'll have to learn how girl's sit and stand sweetie. Otherwise
you'll give everyone a nice peep show." She said, pulling my robe back
down and arranging it properly on my body. I noticed my new curves
under the satin robe; my hips, chest and butt stood out quite a bit more
now.
Ashley led me down the hall back toward the reception area, and when she
saw me hesitate just inside the door she assured me that all the other
customers had left. and there was nothing to worry about. We went
through reception and entered the other door I had noticed, which led
into a large salon with multiple workstations.
My cheeks reddened when I noticed three women crowded around a
workstation looking in our direction. Ashley pulled me forward and
introduced me to Brittney, Coutney, and Danielle as if there was nothing
unusual about my appearance. The three girls were delighted to meet me
and very excited that my mother had asked them to help me dress up for
Halloween. They immediately sat me in the workstation's salon chair -
lilac colored leather of course - and Brittney started to put something
on my head.
"This is a wig cap." She said. "It helps to keep your hair out of the
wig for your costume and also holds it in place." When Brittney was
satisfied that the cap was placed correctly she stepped away for a
moment and came back with something that flashed out of the corner of my
eye. I turned to look.
"No peeking," Courtney said, stepping in front of the chair. She gently
turned my face back forward and it was then that I noticed the
workstation's mirrors covered with towels. "Remember, it's a surprise."
Brittney placed what I assumed was the wig on my head, and even though I
was not purposefully looking I could tell it was a long blond wig from a
few strands that fell within my peripheral vision. I felt Brittney
briefly adjust it on the cap, spray it lightly with something, and then
heard her preparing her hair styling tools.
Meanwhile, Courtney pulled up a low stool, took one of my hands and
began to work on my nails with a file. Danielle stepped to the other
side of the chair and gently held my chin, turning my face slightly one
way and then the other, as if trying to decide on something.
"Ashley, what color will she be wearing again?" Danielle asked.
"White, with hints of red."
"Let's go with red on lips and nails then," Danielle said to the other
women, "which means we'll need to have a flawless skin and keep the eyes
subtle." Both Courtney and Brittney readily agreed it would be the best
look for me.
Danielle told me to close my eyes until she said it was ok to open them.
"I'll leave you girls alone while I go prepare the room for her costume
fitting." I heard Ashley say.
"She'll be gorgeous when you see her again," Danielle replied. I could
feel her rubbing something on my face and working it into every crease
and corner. "Some foundation to help smooth out the slight
imperfections," Danielle said. "And a few dabs of concealer."
I felt Courtney switch to my other hand. "What length do you think
ladies?"
"Maddie liked the long ones best," Brittney said.
"Lucky girl," Courtney replied. "And she'll look stunning with those
curls."
It was then I noticed the slight smell of hairspray being heated, and
light tugs as Brittney moved from spot to spot on my head. I wanted to
peek so badly, but Courtney reminded me once again not to look. I could
feel her pressing something onto each of my nails while Danielle applied
various brushes to my face, eyes, and cheeks.
"This may sting a bit," she said. I nearly jumped out of the chair when
she plucked the first eyebrow hair. "I just need to clean them up a
little." Luckily it didn't take her long, and she went back to work
with the brushes, using a small one along both brows. She instructed me
to hold still while she used something on my eyelashes; it felt cold,
metallic. And was quickly followed by another brush.
"Ok sweetie, you're almost done," Danielle said. "Loosen your lips a
little dear, so I can make them gorgeous." She used something along the
edges of my lips followed by little stroking motions from what felt like
a tiny brush. I could feel Courtney doing the same to my nails while
Brittney sprayed something on my head.
All three women finished at about the same time. "You can open your
eyes now," Danielle said. My gaze immediately dropped to my fingers,
the tips of which now sported long red nails.
"You look absolutely gorgeous," Ashley said, stepping into view and
taking me in. I hadn't heard her come back into the salon. "But we
still have to get you in costume." I thanked the three ladies and
Ashley told them she'd call when I was ready for the big reveal. I was
led back to the Prep Room and instructed to place my robe in the hamper
and stand in the center of the room. She lowered a bar attached to a
pulley on the ceiling and told me to grab hold. It would make the first
part of dressing easier, she said.
"Hold tightly now," Ashley said. And she lifted the bar so that my toes
barely touched the floor. Working quickly, she wrapped a long white
garment made of satin around my torso. It was stiff in places and had
cups that perfectly cradled my faux breasts. "This is a corset," she
said, as she hooked the front together, "it will make your waist smaller
as the costume is very tight." Moving around behind me she began
tightening the laces. "Exhale," she said. Then pulled the laces taut.
"Good. Again." She made me do this several times, each time the corset
squeezed tighter around my waist and tummy. "That's perfect," she
finally said when I felt like passing out. "Just take shallow breaths.
You'll get use to it in a few minutes."
A quick trip to the cabinet and Ashley came back holding a small bundle
of white garments that she placed on the floor. From my hanging
position is was difficult to see what they were, but Ashley held up each
of the of the items before putting it on me. The first was a pair of
white satin panties, which she told me to step into before pulling them
into place around my now feminine bottom. The second were silk
stockings with lace tops that she carefully rolled up each of my smooth
legs and attached to the corset's ribboned garters. Finally, she placed
two white, high-heeled pumps on each stocking clad foot.
"Take little steps," Ashley said, lowering the bar and my feet to the
floor, "so you can get use to the heels." She was right, the unfamiliar
height took a little getting use to. I slowly took baby steps, flexing
my stockinged legs while Ashley removed the bar and stored it in the
cabinet. She then led me down the hall, teetering on my new heels, to
the spa room where I had started this journey.
Inside, laid out on the spa bed, was a short white dress. It had a
short pleated skirt, a wide belt leading to the button front, and red
crosses on the breasts. It was a nurse's costume and seemed oddly
familiar. Ashley gingerly picked it up and helped me step into it as I
balanced on the heels. It was then that recognized it. I had noticed
the costume in a store when I had been out shopping with my mother. I
remember being fascinated by it; wondering how it would look on the
blond girl next door, who was graduating highschool soon. But here I
was wearing it! My mother must have seen my stares and put the plan
into motion.
Ashley topped off the uniform with a white nurse's cap, which she
secured to my wig, and then led me back to the salon where Brittney,
Danielle, and Courtney were all waiting. They gushed how beautiful I
looked and fussed over me, making little adjustments to my hair and
costume before they were satisfied I was ready to see myself.
Ashley took my by the hand and, with the three ladies following, led me
in front of a long curtain. 'Ta-da!' They all sang out as Ashley
pulled the curtain back to reveal a full length mirror. I was
completely speechless. Staring back at me was a beautiful blond woman.
Nylon encased legs made shapely by high heels. Long red nails that
contrasted prettily with my short, tight white dress. And my perfectly
made up face, with inviting red lips, big blue eyes with long dark
lashes, framed by long blonde hair with gentle curls cascading to my
shoulders.
I was gorgeous!
Ashley placed a long navy blue cape around my shoulders, and told me
there was one more thing to do before my mom arrived to take me to the
dance. I saw a bottle in her hand and she spritzed a sweet perfume, on
my neck and wrists.
"I guess we can't really call you Andrew now, can we?" Ashley said.
Stepping back to admire the girls handiwork.
"Maddie always said if she had a boy she'd name him Andrew. But if it
was a girl, she'd call her Andrea."
The ladies all agreed, the new name fit. While we waited for my mother
to pick me up and take me to the dance they gave me a crash course on
how to move, act, and dance like a girl. And while I relearned how to
sit, walk, and bend down, I thought that they had been right. Mom had
planned it perfectly.
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