Sheeba My Neighbor Part II
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Hi, Guys!
Oh, gee, maybe I shouldn't say "guys". You would probably like: Hi, Girls.
Or maybe, Hi, Gurls. Or Ladies. Or maybe even some of you would just adore
being addressed as: Hi, Sissy.
Well, for right now I will go with "Girls" or "Ladies". That seems only
appropriate given the forum we are currently in. I bet you would like
either one.
Sorry, I am running on. I am not used to writing. Especially not to a forum
like this. I found this site when I was looking into certain subjects after
completing most of my plans for my husband, Jim.
Wow! This site is something else. I never knew there was so much literature
and interest in the type of things I did to Jim. So, naturally, I wanted to
share my experiences and the experiences of Jim with all you lovely ladies.
I thought it would be fun and, maybe instructive, to share in the feminine
things that happened to Jim. I hope so.
I should tell you that my name is Cheryl, or Cherie, or Cher. I adore any
of them. I think they are lovely names for a GG. "GG". My, oh my, I never
thought of myself as a "GG" before. I just always have been a real girl. Or
now a Lady, I guess. I am 36 years old, about 5' 4", 115 lbs, with a nice
shape for a 36 year old, a 34C, if you have to know, and with the help of a
comfy girdle, a 25 inch waist. I have medium blonde hair with silver
highlights which falls to my shoulders in a swishy pageboy. Not too bad
looking, if I say so myself. Especially when I put on my warpaint.
I own a Beauty Salon. Cheryl's Beauty Salon. Not a very distinctive name
but a name which tells it like it is. I make people beautiful. Women, and I
really shouldn't say, ssssshh, sometimes men. It is all I have ever wanted
to do with my life. From sitting at my mother's side as she did her hair or
put on her makeup, I have been fascinated with beauty, especially female
beauty. Oh, the consummate joy, the first time mother took me to her beauty
salon and allowed me to start into the rituals and tortures only a woman
can appreciate inside that salon.
Well, maybe only a woman. No reason a man can't enjoy the same things.
Jim and I live in a nice apartment over the Salon. So convenient for me,
and Jim, who is a CPA, uses the apartment as his office and handles many
personal accounts and also the accounts of the Salon.
Jim is 38 tears old and we have been married for 10 years. I love him so.
And he loves me. That got me to thinking about the things that I really
love. Jim. Our Marriage, My work, my Salon. And I do really love being a
girl. Just like the song says: I enjoy being a girl.
I enjoy being a girl. That got me to thinking about my love for Jim. Jim is
so wonderful and seems so happy. But maybe he could be even happier. I
realized that I wanted to make Jim as happy as he could be. And what could
make Jim happier with his life? Maybe something he has never experienced
before. I get great happiness out of being a girl. Doing all the things a
girl does and feels. These are wonderful things and experiences and things
and experiences which Jim has never had the opportunity to enjoy as I do.
Is it possible that the joys and thrills I experience as a woman could also
increase and heighten the happiness Jim currently possesses?
In the Beauty Salon, from time to time, I have had the pleasure of
initiating a few men into what it feels like to be a woman. I have never
passed a judgement on their need for this service. I am happy to make
anyone beautiful. And I so enjoyed making these "men" beautiful. I do know
that when these men have paid the fees for my service, there is always a
bliss in their newly shadowed eyes and a contented smile on their crimson
lips. Their perky fake boobies jut out proudly as they walk out that door
and into a world they have never experienced before. I wish them luck and
truly hope they find happiness in their new girlishness.
I wonder if I can give some girlish happiness, a new kind of happiness, to
my beloved Jim?
Why not?
Every year we close the Salon for two weeks, the last two weeks of July. My
small staff gets a vacation and most of the time Jim and I slave cleaning
the place from top to bottom. I have noticed in the past that as we clean,
Jim's eyes linger on things he doesn't usually come in contact with; the
dryers coming down from the ceiling, the trays of curlers, the make up
station, the pedicure throne, etc. All men have a natural curiosity about
what happens in a beauty salon. You, the reader, though you may be dressed
as a girl, are a man. I bet you peek into a beauty salon every time you
walk by one and have the cutest thoughts. I think that curiosity will give
me a way to give new happiness to my love. Tomorrow is the first day of our
annual shutdown and Jim and I have already planned to attack the creeping
crud lurking behind my shiny dryers and shampoo bowls.
Maybe I can arrange a slight delay in those plans. Spreading a little
feminine beauty to someone who is beauty deprived might just be more fun.
For me and for him.
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"Jim, dear, I have been thinking about tomorrow. I have an idea that I want
to throw out to you about what we could do tomorrow which might be fun for
both of us instead of the usual yearly drudgery of cleaning."
"I am ready to do the catching, Cher, toss it to me."
"Jim, I hope you don't think this is a strange idea, but you know how much
I enjoy being a girl, right?"
"No way I could not know, Cherie. You really enjoy being a girl and, I must
say, do a damn good job at it."
"Thank you, sweets. I try. And it is the trying which I really enjoy. It
takes effort to be a girl and to be happy as a girl. That is what I am
thinking about. You enjoy being a man, right? Well do you think there might
even be more fun and more happiness that could come your way if you
experienced something which you have never experienced before? The feelings
and the sensations I so much enjoy as a girl are things you have never
experienced before. They just might be a new and wonderful experience which
can create even more pleasure and happiness in the person I love so much,
you. I would like to give those sensations and feelings to you, starting
first thing in the morning. The cleaning can wait. I want to see if I can
make you even half as happy at being a girl as I am all the time.
"Are you willing to give it a try? I won't hurt you. I will make you feel
feminine and beautiful. New feelings for you. What can it hurt to try. You
deserve all the happiness I can help you have."
"Please, Jim, for me, let me show you new things and new feelings and a new
side of yourself which you just might like, a lot."
Jim looked into my eyes deeply. For along time nothing was said. Then he
slowly opened his mouth and a smile played on his lips.
"Cherie, can I please, please, please sit under the dryer?"
I slugged the jerk's shoulder as hard as I could. I wonder who is going to
enjoy this more, me or him?
_____________________________
We really didn't talk any more about what was to come the following
morning. As we were laying down to go to sleep and we were cuddling, I
whispered in his ear: Tomorrow, my sweet little girl. Jim snored.
The first thing in the morning, Jim went into the shower and got the temp
just right. Surprise! I jumped into the flowing water right after him. But
I held a Lady Schick and a can of a lovely lavender scented shaving cream.
Jim looked at me and smiled.
"Be careful with that thing, I don't want to go all the way to womanhood."
Jim manfully endured losing all his bodily hair; chest, underarms, legs,
and a cute cut around Jim Jr. which made me smile and Jim scowl. But no
comment from the peanut gallery, so stage one was a success.
I told Jim to not to worry about totally drying his hair (which was about
five inches all around in length that he wore swept back over his ears in a
quite sexy romantic male way). As he stood naked from the shower I placed a
towel turban tightly on his head and wrapped a fluffy pink towel tightly
around his chest and under his arms in a girlish manner. When all was
tucked and secured, I had him lay down on the bed on his side.
"Jim, before we go down stairs, there are a couple of female things we have
to take care of up here. We have to start you out on your process with you
being totally clean and fresh, inside and out. So I am going to give you an
enema like my mother used to give me and then a lovely scented douche. You
will feel so much more adorable when you are clean and fresh like any new
young woman going to her beauty salon."
"An ENEMA!"
"Yes, an ENEMA!" Silly girl! You sound like you have never had one before.
Well, maybe none that I have given you. But just lay there and take it like
a man, or girl if you prefer, but it has to be done."
Again Jim looked at me and smiled.
"Just kidding. Mother knows best."
Jim looked so sweet, laying there with his buns in my face and his hair in
a turban and his chest tightly wound in a pink towel. I gently pushed up
the skirt of his towel and carefully placed the lubed nozzle of the enema
tube right at the opening to what I will call from now on, his sissy hole.
"Relax, Jim, I will not hurt you."
Jim sighed as I pushed the nozzle slowly and deeply into his sissy hole.
When I had reached maximum penetration, I opened the valve on the enema bag
and the soapy warm fluid poured into Jim. At the one quart mark Jim moaned
and I stopped the flow.
"Jim, is everything all right?"
"Strange experience, Strange feeling. Not bad, just different. I don't know
what I am feeling."
"There still is another quart to go. I will start again. Let me know if you
have a problem."
I released the valve once again and Jim gave a slight shudder and shifted
slightly on his side. His breathing quickened and as the the bag emptied
into him, his fists closed tightly. I quickly withdrew the nozzle and wiped
his sissy hole with a small towel.
"Jim, lay there for at least ten minutes and let the enema do its job. I
will hold your hand all the time. My mother did the same for me when she
gave me my first woman's enema. In a few minutes you may start to cramp
down there. Just think that is what a woman has to go thru every month. You
can make it. You are going to be a girl."
Jim laid there quietly. Every once in awhile a moan would come from his
manly lips. I could hear the liquid sloshing around, doing it's thing in
his intestines. Suddenly he lurched and grabbed his abdomen. The cramps had
started. I held his hand with all my womanly strength and whispered in his
ear: "Just three minutes more, cutie!"
His grip on my hand became more desperate. It was time for his release. As
he clutched his abdomen with both hands, I helped him up off the bed and
guided him into the bathroom and allowed him to sit on the throne and he
expelled the man gunk he had in him and then he was clean. As he wiped
himself after being sure all that could come out had done so, I stood
before him with a douche bottle in my hand.
"Jim, now you are clean and now you must rinse out your sissy hole and
leave behind a sweet fragrance which tells you that you are becoming ever
more girly. Time for your lavender douche, young lady. Spread them wide."
The douche applicator neatly found it's entry point and once more the
feminine sissy hole was being violated. There was a small smile on Jim's
lips.
Jim and the bathroom were engulfed in a wafting of lilacs. The fluid shot
into Jim and I told him he had to hold it for five minutes and then he
expelled the douche and now was ready for something very important to what
was to follow.
As Jim sat on the throne and caught his breath from the ordeal I had put
him through, I stood right in front of him and slowly unwrapped a Tampax
Super Absorbent Tampon. His eyes followed every move I made with that
tampon. I spread a layer of vaseline over the tampon tube and layed it on
the sink. I picked up a small turkey baster which I had loaded with about a
half cup of room temperature tomato soup. While Jim was still breathing
shallowly. I told him to raise his legs and spread them. I put the turkey
baster into his sissy hole and squeezed with all my might. As soon as the
tomato soup was inside Jim, I picked up the tampon, looked Jim in the eye
and pressed the tampon tube into Jim. At the proper position I pushed the
tampon plunger and removed the tube leaving the tampon snugly soaking up
Jim's menstrual flow. The cute little string hung lazily as it should. Jim
was in shock. I was in heaven.
Jim looked up at me.
"I think I am getting to know some of those experiences and feelings you
were talking about. That was a hell of an introduction to girly time. Help
me up, I don't know whether I can stand after all that. My God, do you feel
this stuffed during your period, Cher?"
"Sure do. By the way, YOU have to change your tampon every four hours. I
have a whole box for you. Now let's get you downstairs. You can't stay
wrapped in a towel with a tampon up your sissy hole all day. We have work
to do. Let's go girl!"
to be continued
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