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The Male Beauty Pageant By Sheila Anne Morgan My wife Julie and I had just moved into this new gated community. We had been married for two years since graduating from college. Julie is a pharmaceutical sales person and I do proofreading and editing of technical manuals from home. Several weeks after we moved in, Julie found out from some of the women that the community held a male beauty pageant and auction every year. The money went to a local charity. Julie decided that I was going to enter. She was the dominant one in our marriage and when she put her mind to something she didn't plan in coming in second. Julie had competed in many beauty pageants as a teenager and won many of them. She knew that with the proper amount of work I could win this community contest. She knew that many of the contestants would look like guys in drag and would not care as it was all in good fun and for a good cause. Julie however planned on me being completely passable and as feminine as a genetic girl. To this end she made me an appointment at a spa that specialized in bridal and prom makeovers. One of the owners was a good friend of hers and was willing to help her with her project. Thursday morning Julie had me put on a tracksuit and she drove me to the spa. Maureen met us at the door and led us to a private room in the back. She handed each of us a glass of orange juice as Julie explained just what she had in mind. I was sent into a bathroom to remove my tracksuit and wrap a towel around my waist. When I came back into the room Julie had left for work and I was told to lie on the padded table in the middle of the room. Maureen told me she was going to wax my body to remove all of the hair from below my eyebrows. She told me she had put a tranquilizer in my orange juice to ease the pain of the waxing. I lay on my stomach as the tranquilizer began to take effect. I was surprised at how relaxed I was becoming as I felt Maureen begin to spread the hot wax over my legs. When I awoke Maureen was helping me from the table and taking me to a chair in front of a sink. I had on a smock and could see that my lower thighs and calves were completely hairless. She obviously had put a pair of underpants on me as I could feel my cock was restrained and somewhat uncomfortable. I sat in the chair and Maureen laid the back down and rested my neck in the cutout of the sink bowl. She began washing my hair and applied several solutions to it before allowing me to sit up. She trimmed my hair, which I had let grow to collar length. After the trim she rolled my hair in rollers and covered it with a hairnet. Maureen opened the front of the smock and I could see that the sparse hairs on my chest were gone and I was wearing a pair of pink, satin and lace panties. Maureen stuck a patch over each of my nipples that had a metal stud in the middle of it. Next she applied an adhesive to what looked like a breast she was holding in her hand. She attached a short wire to the stud glued to my chest and pressed the breast into place on the right side of my chest. In moments the left side was in place and she tweaked the nipple. I could feel a tingle emanating from my own nipple as the artificial nipple was manipulated. "That will give you the same sensation that a real woman gets when her nipples are played with," she said. "Isn't this going a bit too far?" I asked. "Couldn't I just wear a dress to practice in? And did you have to give me such big breasts?" "Those breast forms are only a C-cup. That's just about average for a girl of your build. Julie said she wants you to be a girl 24/7 until after the pageant. She doesn't want you to even think of yourself as a man until then. Your every waking moment will be as a woman." Maureen then buttoned up the smock and pulled over a cart filled with make up. She began applying foundation to my face and then set it with a powder. Next she lined my eyes and coated the lashes with mascara. Eye shadow and blush followed and then a coat of lipstick. Before I realized what she was doing she had double pierced my right earlobe and moved over to the left. "Relax, the holes will close up when you stop wearing earrings." "This is an awful lot of trouble just to enter some stupid contest that doesn't even have a prize." "Oh, Julie doesn't plan to just have you enter the contest, she plans for you to win it. There is a lovely trophy for the winner. You'll be able to display it on your mantle." "That's just what I want to be able to announce to all of my friends that I am the Queen of the Royal Oak community," I said sarcastically. "Well, when I finish you will be a beautiful queen. And I know that Julie has plans to make you completely feminine for the pageant." Maureen called in a manicurist to work on my hands and feet while she unwrapped my hair and combed it into place. There were no mirrors in the room so I couldn't see what she had done to my face or hair. I could see that Jill, the manicurist was giving me a set of French tips on my hands and feet. Julie knew how much I like her French tips. About the time Jill finished with my nails Julie walked in carrying a small suitcase. She looked at me and said that she knew I would make a beautiful woman and with a little effort I would have no trouble winning the pageant. Julie opened the suitcase and took out a bra that matched the panties I was wearing. She held it up and I slipped my arms into it and she fastened it behind my back and adjusted the straps. Next she pulled out a sleeveless, red, ribbed knit top and helped me put it on without mussing my make up. She handed me a pair of woman's jeans that I slipped up my legs. They fit very tight and rode low on my hips. Julie noticed a slight tummy and said, "You look like you're retaining some water, Faith, a little diet and exercise should take care of that in no time." "Faith?" I asked. "I know how much you like that name. I can't call you Ken when you look like you do now." "Uh, alright, I guess," I replied, "How long do you expect me to dress like this?" "Until the pageant is over," Julie replied. "But that's three months away. I can't stay dressed like this until then." "You can and you will. Not that many people in the neighborhood know you and when you go out everyone will see you as a pretty woman. It will help you to prefect your mannerisms so that you don't get read." "What do you mean by 'read'?" I asked. "That means that someone sees that you are a man dressed as a woman. By the time the pageant comes around there should be no doubt in anyone's mind that you are a genetic woman." Julie handed me a pair of cork-soles sandals with three-inch heels that I slipped on my feet. After walking in them for a few minutes I was able to walk reasonably well and Julie led me through the door to the spa. This room was full of mirrors and I was finally able to see what I looked like. Staring back at me from the mirror was a gorgeous woman. I was not just pretty or beautiful, I was gorgeous. My hair was a platinum blonde and framed my face in soft curls. The diamond studs in my ears sparkled as I turned my head. My eyebrows had been trimmed in feminine arches and my blue eyes were lined in black and sparkled through spiky, dark lashes. My lips looked full and luscious. This couldn't be me. I am a man and a man can't be turned into the ravishing creature I was looking at in the mirror. Julie was standing beside me and she smiled as she saw my reaction to just how beautiful I had become. "Com'n, Faith, it's time to go home and start practicing for the pageant." "Can I use the restroom before we leave?" "Of course, Dear, it's over there. Just be sure to use the one marked Women." I entered the women's restroom and went into a stall. I lowered my jeans and pulled down my panties. "WHAT THE FUCK!" I shouted as I looked between my legs. Instead of the cock I had seen hanging there for the last twenty-four years there was a furry bush split by a cleft of what looked like a pussy. Julie came into the restroom laughing. "What's the matter, Faith?" "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?" "It's just a little appliance that I had Maureen glue to you to keep your clit in check. Just sit like the pretty girl you are and be sure to wipe when you finish." I didn't have a choice. I had to sit as I peed and the water sprayed out from between my legs. I was sullen as we got in the car to go home. "Why did you have to put me in that chastity device?" "I told you, Faith, you are going to be a girl 24/7 until the pageant. I don't want you getting any ideas about masturbating or having sex as a man. For the next three months you will do everything as if you are a woman. Any sex we have will be as two women. You will be my lesbian lover." "Julie, that's not fair!" "Fair or not girls don't have cocks. If I allow you to penetrate me it will be with a dildo and maybe I'll use one on you so you know what its like to be fucked." When we got home there were more surprises in store for me. Julie had a lock installed on my closet and all of my clothes were locked away so that I couldn't get at them. She told me that the guest bedroom would be mine and all of my clothes were in the closet and the dresser. I looked in the closet and it was filled with dresses and skirts and blouses. What pants I saw were either sexy jeans or feminine pants. The dresser was filled with lingerie of every imaginable style, from baby-doll nighties and teddies to lace and satin bras, panties, garter-belts and stockings. Except for one pair of tennis shoes with pink trim all of the shoes had at least a three-inch heel. Even when I was dressed casually or working around the house I would have to wear very feminine clothing. Just looking at my French tipped fingernails was going to be a constant reminder of what I was being turned into. There was also the weight and movement of the breasts attached to my chest that would not let me forget that I was a woman for the next three months. During dinner Julie corrected me on how I sat and how I ate. She told me to take smaller bites and chew longer. After we had cleaned the kitchen I went to sit in my recliner. Julie told me I was not to use the recliner, as that was a guy thing. I was to sit on the couch and I could kick off my shoes and curl my legs under me to get more comfortable. She also made me watch shows that are more of interest to women. Before going to bed Julie had me wash the make up from my face and apply a moisturizer to my face. I went into the spare bedroom and removed my clothes. As I walked to the dresser to get a nightie I was amazed that the person reflected in the mirror still looked like a woman. Her breasts were firm and youthful and the trimmed tuft of pubic hair showed the unmistakable lips of a vagina. My face and hair were that of a woman not a man. In the dim light of the bedside lamp I appeared to be a young woman. I pulled a sexy baby doll nightie from the drawer and slipped it over my head before pulling the matching panties up my legs. The sheer nylon floated around my upper body like a cloud. The next morning Julie made sure that I took my vitamins before a breakfast of yogurt and juice. She was determined that I was going to lose the tummy she saw the day before. Julie told me that after breakfast she expected me to apply my own make up and get dressed. She told me that Maureen had made a video of everything she had done the day before and there was a DVD player on my vanity along with all of the make up she had used. As I was going to be working in my office she told me I should dress professionally in a skirt and blouse along with nylons and high heels. She said she would instant message me later and expected to see me looking like a pretty secretary on my web cam. She then gave me a peck on the cheek and hurried out the door. I rinsed the glass and spoon and put them in the dishwasher before going to the bathroom and taking my shower. On returning to my room I proceeded to lay all of the make up out on the vanity table before turning on the video. As I hadn't been paying much attention yesterday, when Maureen was doing my make up, I decided to watch the video once before attempting to follow her instructions. Even though she explained everything I could see that this was going to be no easy task. I ended up washing the make up from my face twice before I felt that I looked somewhat presentable. Later in the morning my computer dinged and I saw that Julie was instant messaging me. I activated the web cam and opened the message window. In a moment she messaged me that I looked very pretty, but I went a little heavy on the blush and eye shadow. She did say that my lipstick looked like it needed to be freshened and watched as I took the tube from the small purse on the corner of the desk and coated my lips. After a couple of comments back and forth she signed off and I went back to work. It had taken me several hours to get use to the longer fingernails when I started this morning, but I was finally able to type without hitting several keys at once. I was not as productive as usual due to the distraction of the breasts, the clothes and the hair. When Julie got home she decided we should go out for dinner as she had some errands to run. I was real nervous at the thought of going to a restaurant and being seen by a lot of people. I wasn't as confident as Julie that I could pass. Julie wouldn't take no for an answer and wasn't about to allow me to stay home. As she wasn't planning on going anywhere fancy she said that the skirt and blouse I had on would be fine. She checked my make up and had me freshen my lipstick before grabbing my purse and following her out to the car. Julie drove to a sports bar that we both enjoyed. We weren't well known there but we did go there several times a month and some of the waitresses had served us several times in the past. The hostess seated us and our waitress came to the table and asked for our drink orders. I ordered a diet Coke and Julie had a margarita. When Julie asked me why I didn't order a mixed drink or a beer I told her I didn't have an ID. She had forgotten that I couldn't very well use my male ID. She said she would have to get me a new ID that matched the new me. Julie made me order a salad because I was watching my weight. I tried to remember to eat slowly and take small amounts on my fork. When we finished eating Julie paid the check and then led me to the Ladies room. I had never been inside a woman's restroom and I was scared to death that I would be found out and some woman would let out a piercing scream that would get me arrested. Fortunately I used the toilet and freshened my lipstick without incident. Our next stop was the local Superstore where Julie shopped for hair care products and then wandered through the woman's department. I felt that Julie just wanted to get me out among as many people as possible to see how I would do. After I realized that the only looks I was getting were admiring glances from some of the male shoppers I began to relax and start looking at the merchandise. I would hold up some of the garments and try to picture how they would look on me. Julie was glad to see that I was becoming relaxed in my new persona. The next couple of weeks were filled with voice and poise training and excursions out in public. I don't know how Julie did it but she got me a driver's license so I would be able to drive and get a drink. I was running errands for Julie like taking her clothes to the dry cleaners and going grocery shopping. I found that being a pretty woman had its perks when taking the groceries out to the car. There was always a young man who was more than willing to push the cart out to the car and load my groceries for a smile and a thank you. I was sure that I wasn't going to get that kind of service after the pageant. Two weeks after my transformation I found that Julie had made me a standing appointment for every two weeks to have my body waxed, my nails redone and my hair styled. Maureen also had to remove my gaff and breasts to clean them and allow my skin to breathe for a little while. When I arrived at the spa Maureen led me back to the private room and gave me something to drink. Again I became very relaxed as I undressed and got on the table. "Faith, Julie isn't happy with how your beard is starting to show. She wants me to do something more permanent." I didn't even ask what Julie wanted her to do as I knew that whatever it was I wasn't going to have any say in the outcome. Maureen pulled a machine over to the table and covered my eyes with a plastic eye shield. I could feel her working over my face and I turned my head at her direction. It seemed like it was hours before she finally declared that she was done. Next she applied the hot wax to my arms and legs and stripped the fine hairs that had grown back. As I sat in the beauty chair Maureen brought me some finger sandwiches and another drink before she shampooed my hair. Again she colored my hair to hide the dark roots and trimmed it before rolling it. I was placed under a dryer and Jill came in and began working on my nails. Maureen had removed the pussy gaff and the breasts before she had started working on my face in the morning. Jill didn't seem to notice that I was flat chested or if she did she didn't say anything. When Jill finished my nails I was again in the chair and Maureen combed out my hair and reapplied my make up. She then had me lie on the table and she tied something around the head of my cock and pulled it through the sleeve in the pussy gaff. I was surprised that throughout the whole day I had not had an erection. The gaff was glued in place and then the breastforms were glued to my chest. I went into the restroom and dressed in the clothes I had worn in that morning. Maureen told me she would bill Julie and said she would see me again in two weeks. Dressing and acting as a woman was becoming second nature to me and I hardly gave it a thought each day when I dressed and applied my make up. My voice was softer and I was beginning to use more feminine word in my conversations. Julie had me reading romance novels instead of my usual techno thrillers. I was beginning to see myself in the place of the women in the novels and imagine what it would be like to be held by a strong, virile man. Julie had also shown me the pleasure of taking a long relaxing bubble-bath and I spent several hours a week soaking on a sea of scented bubbles with candles lining the rim of the tub. During this time Julie also introduced me to lesbian sex. This was always good for her but frustrating for me, as I got no sexual release. Two or three times a week I would be allowed to share Julie's bed. I would suck on her gorgeous tits until she would push my head between her legs and beg me to bury my tongue in her dripping pussy. I would lap up the juices flowing from her lips and stroke her clit with my tongue. I never failed to bring her to at least three orgasms before she would roll over and fall into a deep sleep. About two months into my transformation Julie came out of her bathroom one night with a 12" dildo strapped to her hips. It looked amazingly real with its thick veins and plum-shaped purple head. The cock looked out of place as it bobbed and swayed on Julie's perfect female body. "Faith, tonight I am going to make you a woman," Julie said as she neared the bed. "What do you mean? And what is that thing?" I asked in shock. "Would you rather I got a man to take your cherry?" "I'd rather no one took my cherry, I'm a man not a woman," I pleaded. "Its just part of your training. I want you to experience everything a real woman experiences. If you have looked in the mirror lately you certainly don't look like a man." "Julie, I am just doing this for you. I don't plan on being a woman a minute longer that I have to be. When the pageant is over I am going into my closet and dress, as I should. I have no intention of ever letting a man get his cock anywhere near me." "Be that as it may, Faith, I want you to know what its like to be taken by a man. Go ahead and suck it." I looked at the tiny eye in the spongy, purple head of the silicone prick bobbing in front of my eyes. I knew that Julie was going to win this argument as she always did and any resistance on my part was going to cost me. I thought 'It's just a piece of silicone. It's not real. It is not attached to a man. It is just strapped to my wife.' I closed my eyes and brushed the tip with my lips. Julie placed her hands on either side of my head and pushed down forcing me to open my mouth and allow the phallus to invade my mouth. "Suck it, Babe! Make me cum!" Julie encouraged me. With Julie guiding my head I allowed it to be buried deep in my throat and then pulled back until the head was captured just behind my lips. Julie rocked back and forth and I heard her start to moan. I found out later that there was eight inches of silicone buried in her pussy and my ministrations on the part sticking out was stimulating the part sticking in. Julie began fucking my face as the shaft stimulated her clit and brought her to an orgasm. "You're a natural, Faith. I should get you a real man, he would be glad to pay you for such a great blowjob." Julie relaxed for a minute before she had me lay on my stomach. She took a bottle of personal lubricant and drizzled some down the crack of my ass and then began rubbing it in. Soon a finger was probing my rosebud and then it entered me. Julie poured more lubricant around her finger and stroked in and out as I loosened up and she added another finger and then a third. When she felt I was loose enough she handed me the lubricant and told me to lube her cock. I sat on the edge of the bed and poured some silky lotion in my palm and hesitantly wrapped my feminine fist around the shaft. It was so big around that I could hardly get my forefinger and thumb to meet. I slid my hand up and down the shaft as Julie took the bottle back and told me to use both hand as she pour more lotion on the phallus and I covered every inch. I was becoming an instrument of my own debasement. "Get on your hands and knees, Faith," Julie said. "I know it's your first time so I will be gentle." Julie climbed up behind me and spread my legs. I felt the phallus slide up the crack of my ass and tensed up. Julie slapped my ass cheek and told me to relax or it would hurt worse. The huge head was now pressing against my sphincter and I let out a moan as Julie forced it to spread the muscle. I thought I was going to pass out before the head finally popped inside. Julie relaxed a minute to let me become accustomed to the invader. When I calmed down she slowly pressed forward as she pulled back on my hips. The greased monster eased deeper into my bowels until I felt the balls slapping on my own. Julie stopped again before she pulled back until just the head was buried in me. Then she began a rhythmic in and out motion as she fucked my virgin ass. Again she started to moan as she began pistoning in and out faster and faster. I could tell she was about to reach another climax. Julie pulled out of me and stood by the side of the bed and removed the straps holding the dildo against her pussy. I was surprised to see the eight-inch shaft emerge from her pussy. She pulled my face to her pussy and had me lick up her juices until she had another orgasm. "Girls do this to each other all the time." The strap-on became a regular part of our sex until I was able to take it without any pain. Julie never let me wear the strap-on as she said it might make me feel like a man. A month before the pageant Julie took me to an exclusive dress shop and had me fitted for an evening gown. As there were no tags on the dress I had no idea how much it cost but from the lavish surrounding of the shop I knew it must be expensive. When the owner, Evelyn, finally fastened the dress around my, now twenty-four inch, waist she told Julie she would have to let it out and inch or two. "That's such a pretty dress it would be a shame to have to make it larger. Don't you sell corsets?" "Yes we do." "Good, let's try one on and see how the dress fits then. She is entered in a beauty pageant and really wants to win." "Which one is that?" Evelyn asked. "The one over at the Royal Oak Estates," Julie replied. Evelyn gave Julie a knowing smile telling her she knew just which one she was referring to. None of the contestants had ever come to her shop to be fitted for a dress. Most of them bought their dresses at the second-hand shops or wore hand-me-downs from their wives or sisters. I blushed when Evelyn told Julie I was sure to win because I was such a pretty girl. Evelyn took off the dress and went over to a wall of shelves. She returned with a box and took off the lid. The box contained a white corset. I could see the eyelets and laces and what looked like metal stays. Evelyn led me over to a lacing bar and had me grab hold of the bar over my head. She wrapped the corset around me and fastened the hooks up the front. She then stepped behind me and began tightening the laces. At first all I felt was a firm pressure around my waist but when Evelyn reached the bottom she immediately started back at the top and tightened even more. Soon I was breathing in small gasps as my chest and stomach could not expand. Evelyn tied off the strings and I was allowed to drop my arms. "Just take a few moments to catch your breath, Faith, You'll be able to breathe somewhat normally in a minute," Evelyn said as she wrapped a tape measure around my waist. Evelyn measured twenty-two inches around my waist. She suggested that we take the corset and I wear it regularly to get use to its constriction. "How about her underwear and shoes? We should decide on them before we do the fitting," Evelyn asked Julie like the decision was up to her. "She will be wearing thigh-highs and a thong. And her shoes should have five-inch heels," Julie told Evelyn as if I wasn't even in the room. "We should pick out her shoes before we measure the length of the dress. You don't have the shoes already, do you?" "No, we don't have any shoes that will match the dress. Do you carry shoes also?" "Actually we do have an extensive variety of shoes the match the dresses we sell. We offer a nice discount when you buy everything here too." "Well then let's see if we can find something sexy to go with the dress." Evelyn handed me a smock to put on over the corset and we went over to the shoe area and I sat in one of the chairs as Julie and Evelyn looked at the shoe selection. They decided on a pair and Evelyn measured my feet before going to the backroom and coming back with several boxes. Evelyn pulled out a pair of strappy sandals that would leave my pedicured toes on display. "We have a nice selection of thigh-highs with open toes to wear with shoes like this if she doesn't want to go bare legged." "Good," Julie replied, "we will have to look at them before we go." Evelyn slipped the shoes on my feet and helped me stand. I had not worn heels higher than four-inches and it took me a moment before I was able to walk in them. I walked up and down the aisle as they watched. "Higher heels really make her legs look great!" Evelyn said. "Yes, she does have a great pair of legs. You should see the men looking at them whenever we are out," Julie replied. "I think those shoes are just right for the dress. We'll take them." Evelyn led us back to the fitting room and I took off the smock. Evelyn helped me back into the dress and led us back out to a small platform that stood in front of a three-sided mirror. As I stepped onto the platform I looked at myself in the mirrors. The golden dress hugged my girlish figure without looking like it was painted on. There was a slight visible panty line in the back that Julie said a thong would take care of. I had to hold the hem of the dress up as I stepped onto the platform and Evelyn said she would need to take up the hem a little. She said the waist was fine with the corset. I went back to the fitting room and stripped off the dress but Julie told me to keep the corset on. There was a talent portion of the pageant and Julie said my voice was high enough that I could sing a song. She decided that I should sing 'I Feel Pretty' from West Side Story and she got a karaoke machine and a video camera and set them up in the den. I had to practice every day and she would watch the video each evening and critique my performance. She made me wear one of her sister's prom dresses as I practiced. I wondered what she had told her sister when she borrowed the dress. During my transformation Julie had kept a photo diary of my progress. As she kept the photos on her personal computer I had not seen what she had saved. I knew she photographed me after each spa visit and wearing the many sexy pieces of lingerie I wore under my clothing and to bed each night. She had also photographed me as I ate her out. I saw the flash of the camera when I was performing fellatio on the silicone cock and as she pushed it into my ass. She also took pictures in public places of me wearing mini skirts or other sexy outfits. I was photographed entering women's restrooms in the mall and restaurants. Early in my transformation Julie had Maureen pierce my navel, telling me that it would help me remember that I was a woman for the next three months and that anyone seeing my pierced navel would have a hard time seeing me as a man. She had purchased several sexy pieces of navel jewelry and crop tops that she had me wear when we went to the mall. Finally it is the week before the Beauty Pageant. I can't wait for it to be over so I can dress in my male clothes and go back to sleeping in the same bed as my beautiful wife. Julie and I had gone for the fitting of my dress on Saturday and it was perfect. I can't believe that I am going to wear such a sexy dress in front of a crowd of people I hardly know. After almost three month I have become comfortable with being seen as a woman and I know I can do whatever Julie expects. After all once Saturday night is over I will be a man again. During the week Julie had me practice everything I had learned over the past several months until she told me she was sure I would be the most beautiful and talented girl on stage. Saturday morning I was back at the spa and Maureen was again waxing my body and cleaning my breastforms as she did every two weeks. When she had finished and reattached my breastforms she said, "We'll leave your pussy patch off in case the judges need to make sure you're really a guy." Maureen then washed and trimmed my hair before putting it in rollers. She drenched each roller with a foul-smelling lotion and sat me under a dryer. Jill came in with her cart and began working on my nails. When she finished my fingernails were about a half-inch longer than she had ever done them before. "I gave you glamour length nail this time so your hands will really look sexy," Jill said. The nails did make my fingers look slimmer and sexy but I wasn't going to be able to do much work with them. At least I would be able to get them cut back next Monday. Maureen again poured a lotion over the curlers and let it set for several minutes before rinsing my hair. Again I went under the dryer until my hair was dried. Jill gave my feet a pedicure as I sat reading a Glamour magazine. Maureen removed the curlers and began combing my hair. I noticed that it was very curly and full. It had grown to below my shoulders and Maureen had trimmed it into more feminine styles each time I came to the spa. Next Maureen clipped back my hair and did a bridal makeover on my face. I could tell she was being more critical than usual as she did my eyes and lips. She replaced the lower earrings in my ears with chandelier earrings that brushed my shoulders whenever I moved my head. Then she removed the clips that held my hair and combed it out. The curls fell over my shoulders and I had bangs that came to just above my finely arched eyebrows. When she finished with my hair she had me stand and remove my smock. I was completely naked, but she and Jill had seen me naked before so I wasn't embarrassed. Jill handed Maureen a lacy, white thong that she slipped up my legs. She pushed my cock between my legs and pulled the thong in place. Next was the corset. I had to hold on to the lacing bar as Maureen pulled the laces tight. When she finally tied them off I was breathless for a few minutes until I became accustomed to its tightness. Jill had me sit as she rolled the shimmering, golden nylons up my leg. The welts of the nylons were elasticized so they didn't need garters to hold them up. Julie didn't want anything to spoil the lines of the gown. Jill placed the gown at my feet and I stepped into it and together they pulled it up and zipped it closed. There were a few adjustments to make sure it was properly in place then I stepped into the five-inch heeled sandals and Jill fastened the strap around my ankles. Maureen placed a lovely, filigreed medallion around my neck. It rested just above the valley of my breasts. A couple of bracelets and rings were added and then Maureen sprayed me Obsession perfume and declared me ready. They led me out to the outer room where Julie was waiting. I saw myself in the mirrors for the first time. I was absolutely gorgeous. After all of the trouble I had gone through I hoped I would win the contest and make Julie proud of me. It was just after six-thirty when we arrived at the community center and Julie let me off by the rear doors. I walked inside and there were the other contestants. I was shocked. Not one of them looked anything like I did. It was obvious that some of them tried to look like real women with their wigs and tastefully done make up. They were dressed in gowns that must have been purchased at a local consignment shop. They were uncomfortable in the heels they wore and it was plain to see that they needed practice in walking in them. Several of the guys were parodies of women in their rented French maid's costumes and large breasts. Of the fifteen of us I was the only one who could have passed as a woman in public. What had Julie gotten me into? "You must be Ken?" a tall woman said as she handed me a number. "Julie really must want you to win." "I guess the rest of us might as well go home now," Commented one of the contestants. "Come on guys, this is all in good fun and it'll help raise money for the kids," Said the woman with the numbers. We could hear the people coming into the hall and hear the murmur of their voices as they waited for the show to start. Traci, the lady with the numbers, had us line up in the order of the numbers we were given. I was surprised to see I was the last in line. I wondered if this was planned or by accident. As I heard the other contestants introduced and go into their acts I wondered why I was the only one who was completely feminine. Julie could have started this week with my training and a visit to the spa today would have made me look and act more feminine than any of the other guys here. I am sure Julie must have known what went on at these pageants before she got me involved. I reflected back on the past three months. I had no regrets about wearing the women's clothing and being seen as a woman. I was able to handle that pretty well. During that time only the women at the spa and a few neighbors knew that I wasn't really female. I was now questioning why I had been given the artificial breasts and the pussy patch and why I had to be chastised for the three months. I didn't mind going down on Julie but never getting to penetrate her like a man has been extremely frustrating. Being butt-fucked with the silicone phallus was extremely humiliating as was being made to suck on it to bring Julie to orgasms and having to clean the dildo that was lodged in her pussy after she had cum. I know Julie makes excellent money, but the amount of money she must have spent over the past three months is unbelievable. The dress I am wearing tonight must have cost several hundred dollars not including the underwear and shoes. The jewelry wasn't cheap costume jewelry and it certainly wasn't Julie's. It seemed like Julie had more in mind than me just winning a cheap trophy and a rhinestone-studded tiara. Why had I been given a curly perm and my eyebrows were thinner than they had ever been for the past three months. How was I going to revert to my male self with the hair and eyebrows? Everyone would see me as a sissy. I could get the hair shaved off but the eyebrows will take a while to grow back. At least my job didn't require me to leave the house. Maybe I could get some tinted glasses that would cover my eyebrows until they grow back. Traci was pushing me towards the opening in the curtains and I could see that I was the last person back stage. The MC announced, "And our last contestant is Ken Lynch. Give him a round of applause." The applause started and I stepped through the curtains. Suddenly the applause stopped and everyone looked at me in stunned silence as I minced over to the MC. "Isn't he gorgeous? Ken and his wife, Julie, just moved into our community four months ago and it looks like they have put a lot of effort into winning the contest tonight. Let him do his act and then we can get on with the voting and auction." "The MC handed me the microphone and I began to sing, "I feel pretty. Oh so pretty. So pretty, so witty and bright...." When I finished I received a standing ovation and I curtsied. The vote was taken and I was named Queen of the Royal Oak Estates. Four of the prettier contestants were named runners-up and a sash was placed across my chest and a rhinestone tiara was pinned into my hair. I was given a dozen roses and I paraded across the stage in front of the audience. As the Queen I was the first to be auctioned. The bidding started at one hundred dollars and soon was up to one thousand dollars. At that time everyone dropped out except a group of five ladies who were pooling their money and a distinguished gentleman who was sitting next to Julie, The group of ladies finally dropped out when the gentleman bid fifteen hundred and fifty dollars. I was surprised to see Julie lean over and kiss him on the cheek. The rest of the contestants were auctioned off with the last going for a hundred bucks, I think it was his wife that had the winning bid. As I carefully made my way off the stage, clutching my roses and trophy with on hand and lifting my dress with the other, Julie and the gentleman were making their way through the crowd towards me. "Ken, this is my boss, Grant Hillman, he decided to come tonight and he had the winning bid for your services. Isn't that great?" Julie gushed. "Yeah, I guess," I said, "Can we go now? This corset and the shoes are killing me." "Well, we have a little surprise for you. Grant is taking us over to his place," Julie said. "You look beautiful tonight, Faith," Grant said in his deep voice. I looked at him in shock. Had he just called me Faith? How did he know Julie had been calling me Faith? I looked at Julie and she just shrugged her shoulders. Grant led us out to his Mercedes and Julie got into the front as Grant helped me into the back. I watched as he drove to a high-rise building along the lakeshore. He pulled into the underground garage and led Julie and I to the elevators. Grant used a key to override the controls on the panel and directed the elevator to take us to the top floor. We exited the elevator directly into the most opulent penthouse suite I could have imagined. There were windows overlooking a large patio with a spectacular view of the lake and shore. The furnishings must have cost hundreds of thousands of dollars. Julie took the roses and trophy from me and told me to have a seat. Grant went to the bar and fixed the three of us a drink. He handed me a drink and sat down between Julie and I on the couch. I nervously sipped the drink as I could feel his body press close to mine. Grant put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to him. He leaned over and kissed me firmly on the lips. I almost spilled my drink as I tried to pull away from him. "JULIE, WHAT'S GOING ON HERE? LETS GO HOME! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT!" I screamed as I broke the lip-lock. "Shut up, Faith! Grant bought you at the auction. You will do as he says." "HE BOUGHT MY SERVICES AS A MAID FOR A DAY. THAT DOESN'T INCLUDE KISSING OR FONDLING." "I don't recall anyone saying anything about that," Said Grant. "All that was said was that I was to get your services for a day. Julie, maybe you had better explain to Faith just what is happening here." "I think she does deserve an explanation," Julie giggled. I was getting more confused by the minute. Grant was still referring to me as Faith and Julie had just called me a she. "Faith, ....." "DON'T CALL ME FAITH, MY NAME IS KEN!! I'M A MAN" Julie had fire in her eyes when she grabbed me by the arm and dragged me off of the couch. She dragged me over to a mirrored wall and stood me in front of it. "What do you see there? I see a beautiful woman. She has long, curly, platinum blond hair. She has a body most women would die for. Her eyebrows are as elegantly shaped as any model or beauty queen. Her arms are hairless and end in fashion length, French tipped nails. Her make up is flawless and tasteful. She has earrings that dangle to her shoulders and she is wearing five-inch fuck-me heels. She just won a beauty contest and stood on the stage and sang 'I Feel Pretty' in front of a couple of hundred people. I don't see a man in the mirror." My eyes began to well with tears. I knew she had emasculated me. "Why, Julie?" I asked with a quivering voice. "You never were much of a man. Grant and I have been lovers since I got this job and I was planning on leaving you sooner or later. Last Spring when we went to that convention in Las Vegas, Grant and I went to a female impersonator show and we were both amazed at how beautiful the performers were. We couldn't believe they were actually men. Grant has always been fascinated by transvestites and shemales and made me a bet that I couldn't get you to dress as a woman and look that good. Well you know that I cannot ever turn down a challenge and I asked him what I would get if I won. He told me he would make me the Director of Sales for the OTC division if I could get you to win a public contest dressed as a woman. You are now looking at the new Director of Sales for the OTC division and I have you to thank for it." I ran over to a chair and broke down in tears. "Now we can't just throw you out on the street after all you have done for us so we have found you a new job. One you will be perfect for, I might add. Now that you have that 36-22-34 figure and that beautiful face. You probably haven't realized it but your eyebrows were trimmed with a laser and will never grow back to their masculine shape. And your breasts have been growing from all of the hormones we have been feeding you. Maureen tells me they are already a full A-cup and we are going to take you to a plastic surgeon to have them enhanced so you will no longer have to wear those prosthesis. We are going to give you a full C-cup but the hormones will probably pump you up to a D or DD-cup. The hormones and testosterone blockers have castrated you and I don't think you could get an erection with Viagra." I looked from Julie to Grant in shock. How could they do this to me? "There was a man in the audience tonight who has two clubs that feature Female Impersonators and he wants to hire you after you have had your breasts augmented. You will work between the two clubs and he has promised to eventually make you a headliner. Grant and I will be you agents and your checks will be deposited in our account. You will live here as long as you do as you're told. If you fight us you will be thrown out on the street with just the clothes on your back and you will have to fend for yourself without even any identification." Grant came over to the chair I was sitting in and dropped his trousers and underwear right in front of me. He grabbed a fist-full of my hair in each hand and pulled my head towards the raging hard-on in front of my face. "Now its time for you to give me what I paid for, Sissy. Julie said she has trained you well and that dildo you have been practicing on is just about the same size as my cock so you shouldn't gag too much." I tried to keep my mouth closed but one hand released my hair and I felt a stinging slap across my face. I opened my mouth in surprise and Grant stuffed his cock between my lips. "Don't you dare bite or I'll knock every one of your fucking teeth out," He hissed. He began sawing in and out of my mouth as he said, "Play with my balls, Bitch." I reluctantly reached up and fondled his balls with one hand as I wrapped the other around the base of his cock to keep him from ramming it all the way down my throat. "Aaaagh, Bitch, you've got a sweet pussy mouth. Suck my prick!" I had no choice but to do as I was told as he was holding my head and fucking my mouth like it was a cunt. I could feel his prick becoming harder as he pistoned faster and faster into my face. He buried himself as deep as he could in my face and exploded his hot cum into my throat. I gagged as I tried to swallow as fast as the sticky-sweet jism erupted from the cock. Cum spilled from the sides of my mouth as dribbled down my chin onto my chest. Grant released my head and I could see Julie had a video camera and was filming my debasement. I looked down and could see a silvery string of cum stretching from my lips to the head of Grant's cock. Julie stood me up and led me to a bedroom that was all decorated in pinks and whites. There was a white queen-size four-poster bed against one wall that had a lace canopy. There was also a huge dresser, a lingerie chest and a vanity. The room had a large walk-in closet and a mammoth attached bath with a whirlpool tub. No expense was spared to make these rooms as girly as possible and I knew before Julie said a word that they were to be my rooms. "Take your dress off before that cum stains it, Faith," Julie said as she walked out of the room. I reached behind me and unzipped the dress and went into the closet to hang it up. I was shocked to find all of the clothes from the house hanging in there. The closet had been fitted with a closet system where everything had a place. There were racks for shoes and drawers for scarves and jewelry. There were long racks for pants and gowns and shorter racks for blouses and skirts. I took a hanger and hung the dress on the rack. When I walked back into the bedroom, in just my corset, thong, stockings and heels, Grant and Julie were standing there. Grant's organ was back to attention and he ordered me to sit on the edge of the bed. He stripped the thong from me and Julie poured a puddle of lubricant into my palm. She told me to lubricate Grant's cock just like I use to lubricate the dildo. I wrapped my fist around the turgid meat and began stroking up and down; making sure every inch was well coated. It was terribly embarrassing sitting in front of my wife greasing another man's cock so he could fuck me with it. Grant pushed me back onto the bed and told me to grab my legs behind the knees and pull them out and back so he would have access to my sissy cunt. He poured lubricant down the crack of my ass and began massaging my sphincter muscle until he was able to insert a finger and work the lubricant into me. Two and then three replaced one finger, as he made sure I was stretched. I looked down between my legs and saw him grasp the base of his cock and guide it towards my hole. I felt pressure as the head forced my muscle to expand and the head popped inside me. Grant waited a minute for me to become accustomed to his invader before slowly pushing deeper into my anal cavity. He was staring at my face as he deflowered me. Julie was standing beside him with the movie camera recording my debasement. I felt his balls against my rear and knew he was buried to the hilt. He pulled back and stopped just as the head of his prick was behind my sphincter. Grant grabbed my waist and drove into me and then began fucking my ass like it was a cunt. Having recently expended his jism in my mouth Grant was able to keep fucking me for what seemed like an hour before he plunged deep into my bowels and I could feel his cock expand and fire its hot, milky seed into me. I began to sob as I watched the face of this man contort in orgasmic pleasure. He remained in me until I felt him grow soft and his cock came out with a plop. I could feel his jism running down the crack of my ass as I let go of my legs. Grant gave me a passionate kiss on the lips and drove his tongue deep into my mouth before he and Julie left the room. I got off the bed and went to the bathroom where I sat on the toilet and let the cum drain from my ass. I then removed the corset and stockings and looked in the dresser for something to wear. All of my nightgowns and baby-dolls had been moved from our house to the condo. I slipped on a waltz length gown and climbed into bed where I cried my self to sleep. On Sunday what was expected of me was explained. I was to work at the clubs six days a week and would be off on Sundays. When I wasn't working I was expected to do all of the cleaning and laundry. I was also expected to sexually service Grant and Julie whenever and however they requested. Monday morning Julie had me dress and she drove me to a clinic where she and I were shown into the doctor's office. The doctor had his nurse take me to an examining room where she had me undress. She used remover to take the artificial breast off of my chest. Sitting on the table I could see that my breasts were, indeed, growing. I looked like a girl in her early teens who was just starting puberty. Julie and the doctor came into the room and the doctor examined my breasts and told Julie he could easily augment them to a C-cup and they would grow even larger as long as I continued to take the hormones. The nurse laid me back on the gurney and covered me with a sheet before inserting an IV into my arm. Within minutes I was out. I woke up lying flat on my back and could feel a pressure on my chest similar to when the breastforms were attached. I knew that I now had larger breasts that would look natural if I was seen in a bikini. The following week the tiny incisions had healed and I was driven to the Jewel Box Cabaret. It was early and the inside was dimly lit, as they had not yet opened for business. I was led down a corridor to a large office. Behind the desk sat a distinguished man who looked like a well-to-do businessman, which he was. I was to find out that the two clubs and his related businesses were extremely profitable. Ted came out from behind his desk and embraced Julie. "Julie, its good to see you so soon. And it's nice to see you also, Faith. I was very impressed with your looks and performance at the beauty pageant. You looked stunning, I couldn't believe you weren't a genetic woman when you stepped out on stage." Ted returned to his chair behind the desk and invited us to take the chairs in front of the desk. "Faith, I'm sure that Julie has explained what this club is and what is going to be expected of you. Normally I don't employ impersonators without their consent but Julie has assured me that I will have your complete cooperation. Is that correct?" I nodded my head, as I knew the consequences of a negative answer. Ted picked up the phone as he said, "Good, I'm sure you will come to enjoy working here. I try to keep all of my 'girls' happy and protect them from unruly customers," Into the phone he said, "Sasha, will you come to my office and get Faith ready for her promotional photos?" Sasha came into the office in a few moments. Ted introduced her to Julie and I and asked her to take me to the studio for a promotional photo shoot. Sasha told me to come with her and we walked out of the office together. She led me behind the stage and up a flight of stairs. The second floor of the club had been converted into a photo studio with different sets around the perimeter. In the center were the make up and dressing areas. I was led to a curtained wall and posed in the clothes I was wearing. The photographer took several shots before Sasha led me over to the dressing area. For the rest of the day I was photographed in almost every sexy outfit you could imagine. There were evening gowns; micro-mini skirts with sheer blouses; French maid uniforms with layers of starched petticoats; string bikinis; lacy bras, panties and garter-belts with matching stockings; tight corsets and a variety of sexy shoes from five- inch pumps to two-inch platform heels. My make up and hair were redone to match the outfits. Sometimes I was sultry, sometimes slutty but always beautiful. It was late afternoon before we were finished and Sasha took me back downstairs. The other 'girls' were just beginning to come in and Sasha introduced me to them as they sat in front of the mirrors and applied their make up. They all seemed very friendly and made me feel welcome. As I wasn't going to be able to perform until they decided just what my act would be, I sat and talked to the 'girls' as they prepared to go on stage. When it was time for the show to begin I was led backstage where I could see the stage. I was amazed at how beautiful each of the performers was. They all gave very real impressions of real women. The show lasted for several hours. My training went on for a week and then I was put on stage to perform. I looked into the eyes of the men as I strutted down the catwalk. I could see lust as they admired my beautiful body. Having shown that I could sing in a feminine range I was given a sultry song to sing as I danced and pranced across the stage. Sasha told me I was becoming very popular after only a week of performing. Almost every night when I arrived home I was called into the master suite where I lay on the bed and Julie would straddle my face. Grant had filled her pussy with several loads of cum and she covered my mouth with her cunt and deposited the sperm into me as I tongued her to several orgasms. While I was doing this Grant would take off my thong and make me hold my legs in the air as he proceeded to drill my boy-pussy and deposit another load deep in my bowels. When Julie was having her period Grant would use me exclusively. During that time I usually received at least three loads each night. One in the mouth, one in my boy-pussy and one on my face as he would have me hold my tits around his cock and he would titty-fuck me. There was no sexual gratification for me. I was just a sperm dump for Julie and Grant. I was expected to give gratification not receive it. Afterwards I would be sent to my room where I would brush my teeth and gargle to get the taste of cum out of my mouth. I would sit on the toilet and drain as much cum from my ass as possible. Then I would don a pretty nightie and climb into bed. During the week Julie and Grant were gone by the time I crawled out of bed. I would go to the kitchen and grab a coffee and toast before cleaning the house and doing the laundry. At three o'clock I would get dressed and drive my Mustang to the club for the night's performances. After the last show of the evening Sasha and I got into the habit of stopping for a cup of coffee before going home. I was happy to have a friend that I could confide in and I told her everything that had happened to me over the last year. She was shocked and asked me why didn't just run away. I explained to her that I only had twenty dollars at any one time and my car was filled with gas each Sunday by one of the garage attendants at the condo. I also told her that I felt that I was being watched or tracked somehow as Julie or Grant would sometimes make comments about where I had been even though I had not told them. I had tried to think of how I could escape them but with no identification and no money I would not be able to get far or live on my own. And if I was being watched or tracked I was sure that they would be able to find me wherever I went. I told her that when they found me I was sure not to like the punishment that I would receive. Several months later Sasha and I stopped at one of our favorite coffee shops and a man came over to our table and sat down without being invited. Sasha introduced him to me as Tom and told me he was an admirer of mine and would like to get to know me better. She said he might be able to help me with my problem. The three of us sat and talked for a couple of hours and I found that I really like Tom. He seemed kind and caring and not like most of the guys who frequented the clubs. He didn't try to put his arm around me or snuggle close to me as most guys would. Tom would meet us for coffee about once a week and we would talk. He had told me that Sasha had told him about my problem and he was working on a way for me to get away from Julie and Grant to a place they would never find me. Two months after we first met Tom asked me what my clothing sizes were. I thought it was kind of forward of him to ask but he asked me to trust him. I did trust him and told him everything from my bra size to shoe size. He wrote it all down and said he had a plan and if I trusted him he was going to help me. Two weeks later Tom showed up with a sports bag. He told me to go into the ladies room and take off everything I was wearing including my jewelry and put on the clothing in the bag. I knew this might be my only chance to get away and Tom and Sasha were the only two people I could trust. I removed all of my clothing and my earrings and belly button jewelry and put them in the bag. The clothing Tom had brought was very conservative and high quality. He had gotten the sizes right and I found that I looked more like a pretty woman than a porn star that Julie and Grant had kept me dressed as with tight blouses and short skirts. The shoes were three- inch heels and the skirt came to just above my knees. The turtleneck sweater hugged my curves and looked sexy but not provocative. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and put the new studs into my ears before redoing my make up and putting the few dollars I had into my purse. I took the bag and walked back out to the table where Sasha and Tom were waiting. Sasha had tear in her eyes as she hugged me and wished me well. She told me Tom's last name or even if his real name was Tom and she had no idea where he lived or what he did for a living so that there was no way for Julie, Grant or Ted to get her to tell what where I had gone. Both she and Tom were sure that none of them would ever go to the police to report me missing. Tom followed me back to the club in his truck and we parked the Mustang in the back of the lot. Tom took the bag and dropped it in the dumpster as we drove away from the club. The next morning Julie looked into Faith's room before going to the kitchen to have breakfast. When she saw that her bed hadn't been slept in she went to the study and opened the tracking program on her computer. The tracking device showed that She was still at the club. "I'll bet the bitch got lucky last night and ended up sleeping it off in her car," She said to Grant. "We'll have to tell her we don't want her sleeping around. We can't have her bringing some disease home to us." Neither Julie nor Grant thought much about Faith not coming home, as they were sure that she had no idea of how they were watching her. They felt she would be home after they left and they would give her a stern talking to when she returned home that night. When they returned home from work they could see that Faith had not been home. Julie opened the tracking program and saw that it showed Faith to be on the outskirts of town. When they checked they found that it was the site of the landfill. They became worried that something had happened to her but there was nothing they could do. They drove to the club and found her car in the lot. Julie drove it back to the condo. They would have to sell it. Tom drove west from the city as Faith watched him drive. "What are you thinking, Faith?" he asked. "I was wondering why you are doing this for me and what is going to happen to me now." "What do you want to happen, Faith?" "I just want a normal life. I guess it will be as a woman as I don't see me ever looking much like a man again. And to be honest I kind of like being a woman. I just want to settle down and not have to be some kind of a freak, sex queen." "Would you like to come live with me and complete your transition before becoming my wife." "Tom, I think I would like that a lot. Other than Sasha you are the only one who has ever treated me with respect. You don't look at me like I'm some sort of sex object or freak. I don't see any future for me unless I complete my transition and I could see myself being you wife." "Great! Then I think the first thing you should know is that my name is really Shaun O'Brien and I have a home in Lake Tahoe. I saw your picture on the Internet and the website said you performed at the Jewel Box Cabaret. You fascinated me and as I have business in the city I came to watch you perform. I was talking to Sasha one night and she told me you were not like the other girls and had a problem. I got her to introduce us and when I got to know you better I felt I wanted to help you." I leaned over the console and kissed him on the cheek, "Shaun, I'm so glad you wanted to help. I was beginning to think that the only way out of this was suicide and I wasn't ready for that option." "You don't have to worry about anything now. I will protect you and I have plenty of money so we can complete your transition and get married if you want." We drove about a hundred miles that night before Shaun stopped at a motel and got a room. He carried two small suitcases into the room and told me to go into the bathroom and change. I found a very sexy, but demure nightgown in the suitcase along with another change of clothes. I put on the nightgown and left the bathroom to find that Shaun had already gotten into one of the two beds in the room. He told me I could sleep in the other bed. I leaned over him and kissed him on the lips and thanked him again for everything he was doing for me before I crawled into the other bed. I awoke the next morning to the sound of the shower. A few minutes later Shaun came out of the bathroom wearing a fresh pair of khakis and a button-down shirt. "Your turn," He said as he passed the bed. I went into the bathroom and used the toilet before I opened the suitcase and found a toiletry bag. Inside was a brush, deodorant, toothpaste and a toothbrush. I turned on the shower and took a long time to wash away the cares of my past as I thought about what the future might hold with Shaun. I climbed out of the shower and dried off and then blew dried my hair. I pulled it back into a ponytail and applied my deodorant and brushed my teeth. Like last night the lingerie was high quality and very sexy. There was a khaki skirt and a yellow button-down blouse. I slipped on the sandals that were in the bag and then packed my nightgown and toiletries back into the suitcase. When I walked back into the room Shaun was sitting at the table watching the news and having a cup of coffee. "That smells good," I said as I retrieved my lipstick from my purse. "If you're ready we can go have some breakfast." " That sounds great, I'm starved." Shaun grabbed the suitcases and held the door open for me. He put the suitcases in the truck and we walked to the front