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A Change of Life - Part 8 by LaShaunda... Those two weeks were a bit of a final arc for us as males. As the days counted down to our "beauty appointments" at Pauline's, all of us felt the apprehension mounting... Especially Ryan. It felt as if we first had 3 days, then 2 days, and then 1 day, and then the momentous occasion would soon be here. Even though I did not force my boys to don "blackface" or their wigs, I insisted that we start getting ready again and revert to wearing dresses, tights, and ladies undergarments around the house. I just did not want us to lose our "edge" as girls and then get thrown back into the fire right away. Going back to being a boy had temporarily re-lit the old fire in Ryan, and he had re-taken back some of his masculine assertiveness and defiance... "Dammit dad," he said as he sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled on his panties and tan tights, "Why the fuck do we have to do this again. We are still guys for a few more days." "No whining," I counseled, "The big day is in 2 days, and we have to get prepared again." There was no doubt if he had had his way, he would have ripped off his ladies' clothes and gone back to being a guy. Even Tommy was a bit apprehensive. Both guys had their last days of the schoolyear. Ryan and Tommy said goodbye to their friends (who were mostly the white girls at this point). As I picked them up from school one afternoon, Ryan gave a hug to another preppy little white girl who I thought he might have a crush on. "I'll see you after the summer," he said, "and then maybe we can go out." "OK !!!" she said excitedly. I wondered what this innocent little girl would say if she could see my son dressed as a black woman. Despite the fact that both of my boys had seemed a bit "softer" regarding their physiques (probably just from lack of activity), both boys still appeared to be the typical all-american jock types. "Enjoy these last few days as guys," I said... "James will pick us up bright and early at 8 AM on Saturday morning. Oh, and LaKeesha and her kids want to watch your transformations too." "OK," moaned Ryan... I had been so busy preparing for the move, however, that I may have paid only limited attention to how conflicted my sons were over all of this. There had been so much to do !!! For these few days, I had been busy working it out with my elderly widowed neighbor to check on the house in our absence. I gave her my new address and emergency contacts. I was fantastically busy with rearranging things like my cable service. I also began moving boxes of female clothes and other items of mine over to James's house.... I went over to James's house that Thursday (still dressed as Dave Miller), and I was shocked to see all of the preparations he had undertaken for us to move in.... For one, two of the empty bedrooms (James's house was quite capacious), had been converted into two bedrooms completely stocked with everything that a teenage girl would need.... The rooms had been painted pink and purple, with girly bedsheets and vanities. The dressers and the closets were stocked with even more clothes of all types that my girls had yet to wear... Each girl, for instance had one drawer completely filled chuck-full with all types and colors of tights and pantyhose. Another drawer had nothing but bras, and another nothing but a huge variegated assortment of panties and lacey lingerie. Another drawer had 14 or 15 pairs of stylish jeans. The closets each had a dazzling array of dresses, all in sexy colors and fun patterns. "Wow James, this is amazing," I said. Each girl had a vanity, with a complete inventory of makeup and hair products, and a blow-dyer. The curtains and lampshades in each room were hung with girlie products. The bedrooms were both twice the size of the ones the boys currently occupied, and offered muh more privacy. However, I thought that each of my boys would be most excited to see that BOTH of their new bedrooms had small attached bathrooms with showers. They would be THRILLED by this. "Yep," said James, "complete Internet, Television, and cable hookup in each room too." However, as I looked through the cabinet underneath the bathroom sinks, I was shocked by what I saw.... Each of my boys had a giant package of Kotex liners waiting for them, in addition to several other essential female products.... (Massengill, Vaginal cream, etc)... "James, what is this," I asked ? "Everything a teenage girl needs," he said, "If they are going to be girls, I feel that they should be regularly started on having their period, just for them to have the complete experience." "But James, they are really boys," I protested. "Isn't this going a bit far ?" "Look, it is important that they play along, and have all the experiences so they can fit in and know what the hell their friends are talking about when the topic of "being on the rag" is brought up." "Yeah, I suppose," I said. "As soon as they move in, we'll plan regular periods for them on the calendar, when they will be required to wear kotex underneath their panties and tights. And I will be checking regularly to make sure they are doing this. And you will be having your periods too...." "Ok, fine," I said, not wanting to sound ungrateful for all James had done for us. "Can I see my room ?" "Uh, yeah, you can," said James, "But look, its still being painted. The painters said it should be done by tomorrow." "But I am moving in in 2 days, and the furniture isn't even sorted yet," I protested !!! "Its not a big deal," said James, "They are just behind schedule. And you can sleep on the couch in the meantime." "I didn't move in to sleep on the couch," I pouted. "We'll work something out," he said. "This house is big enough." "OK, fine," I said, as James and I both went to work on bringing in a sofa. "Oh, and by the way," said James, "You guys all come completely dressed as men for the transformation. Everything else will be provided for you at Pauline's. Each of you should bring one female outfit in a backpack though that you wish to wear to the new house." ----- Meanwhile, back at home, Ryan had grown very tentative and nervous, and even Tommy was joining him. "You don't REALLY want to be a girl," Ryan said to Tommy, "perhaps trying to persuade his younger brother into joining his protest... "Uh, uh, I don't know," said Tommy, unsure of himself. "I know I damn sure don't want to spend the summer prancing around in sissy dresses," said Ryan. "God knows what other nonsense James has planned for us. I damn sure don't want to end up like Aiesha." I heard the conversation upstairs, just as I was walking in the door. "Look," said Ryan, "I am already growing my own boobs. I know for damn sure I don't' want to see my little brother acting like a sissy..." I went upstairs, and Ryan was dressed in a pink dress with white tights. Tommy was wearing a yellow sundress. "DAD," protested Ryan, "I know the big change is in 2 days, but we both refuse to go through with it. We are BOYS, end of..." "Now wait a minute," I said, "I gave you two your chances to back out, but it is too late for that now. Plans have been made. James has already put down two big deposits on your summer camps. I have already turned off the television and all utilities here." "I don't care," said Ryan, "I am not going to be some stupid black girl, end of story." "No," I said, "We are committed now, and we are going to spend the summer with James. You two will go to camp and have fun, and the time will fly by so much that you won't even think about dressing as a girl." Ryan suddenly broke down and sobbed, clutching my shirt, "DAD, I am BEGGING You, PLEASE don't make me do this. If I am still your son, and you don't want to see me become a girl, then please stop this. I can't go out with GUYS !!!" "I'm sorry son, I'm truly sorry," I said as I clutched him, "but we are going to go dress, and that will be the end of it. Also, I quite honestly think that this will be the best thing for both of you boys, long term. James can pay for your college." "But dad," said Ryan, "will we still be men?" "Yes, we will ALWAYS be men underneath, no matter how we look to the outside world. But for now, don't you understand... there is no other choice;, we have to be women, and we WILL be women..." "Look, I continued, You can spend the last two nights in blue jeans if it makes you feel better." "Thanks dad," said Ryan. ----- That Saturday morning, Ryan was still feeling in a bit of a recalcitrant mood... As we ate breakfast and waited for James to pick us up, everything was eerie silence around the table... "Dad," said Ryan, "there is still time to back out. Or, we could run away, to where James could never find you and sue for 'breach of contract.' But at least, we would get to stay as men." "No," I said as I slammed my fist down on the table, "we are MEN, and we won't run from this. Now, James will be here in a half-an-hour. And don't you remember, like I said, this is only for 3 months, and James probably won't need us to dress anymore once all of his social functions are over with..." "Keep saying that dad, or mom,should I say." "Watch it. Anyway, did you choose outfits and get them in your backpacks." "Yes dad," said Ryan, "we picked our dresses out." "Good, good." A knock came at the door... James and Cha'relle greeted us. "Are you ready," he said, "we will do the transformations before Pauline's opens up to regular customers. We piled in the car, and James sped off. We all felt EXTREMELY nervous and silent, in fear of all of the dramatic changes that would soon be forthcoming. Little was said by anyone. For a change, even James did not go on and on about the procedures to be done on us, instead letting us reflect on our last few minutes as red-blooded males. As usual, we drove for some time, towards the more "urbanized" part of the city. We finally came to a rickety old strip-mall, that had many vacances except for a liquor store and a Chinese restaurant, besides Pauline's parlor... Sitting on the park bench outside and waiting were LaKeesha and her two girls... "Ohh LaShaunda," she said to me, "wow, it is so crazy to see you dressed as a guy. I guess that will soon change though !!!" "Hey Aiesha, hey Shawquanda," said Ryan and Tommy somewhat sheepishly. I guess it was a bit embarassing for them to still be seen as guys, especially with the knowledge that the two other black girls knew exactly what was to be in store for them. I bet my sons felt like such sissies, getting ready to be completely made over into full-fledged females. But, oh, how it felt to slip into those tights, and that dress, and have everyone recognize you as a 100% legitimate woman !!! "You guys don't need to worry about anything," said Aiesha, "we have all been there before, exactly where you are sitting. Just relax and have fun." As we entered the barbershop/parlor, it was clear that LaKeesha and her daughters were going to have front-row seats on the chairs to watch the whole makeover. I'm sure for them, it was going to be a complete treat to watch 3 white men totally transformed from start to finish into 3 luscious black women. For us, however, it was a complete horror story, fully come to life. The salon itself was totally packed with rows and rows of shampoo bottles and other haircaire products. There was a long line of barber- chairs seated at stations in front of mirrors, with glow-helmets above. It was pretty much how I envisioned a ladies' beauty parlor to look. The most noticeable thing, however, were the loads and loads of portraits of black women, all incredibly beautiful with different types of makeup styles and weaves. All were staring at us, as if we would soon join them. (We felt so out of place as 3 white men in this fortress of black-female femininity)..... On the lounge tables were more magazines aimed at black women, and table books showing hundreds of possible hairstyles to choose from. As Aiesha and Shawquanda picked up the books and began flipping through them eagerly, they informed us that you could pick any one of the styles or braids, inform the salonist, and she would do your hair just like you wanted. Length was not an issue, as they could use extensions. We set our backpacks down on empty chairs.... The whole salon was filled with the pungent aroma of beauty products. The atmosphere itself was more than any regular-male or proud white man would be able to take. Yet soon, we would be completely changed and fit in seamlessly here. Just then, 3 women emerged from the back room of the building. We looked, and it was one slightly overweight black woman, and two very pretty Asian women flanking her. Both of the Asian women wore conservative outfits with short skirts and dark tights.... The black lady came up to the front and said, "James, LaKeesha, how are you !!! LaKeesha, gurl, yo' style is still holding so well since I last did it." "I know, I know, I absolutely LOVE my weave and updo..." Pauline finally turned to me and said, "And oh look, these must be our three 'Projects'... Don't worry BOYS, I know ALL about you. James has told me everything about what we are doing today, and your secrets are safe with me.... Now come on, lets get started and we will make you beautiful." We blushed, and we could have died of humiliation and emasculation. Tommy and I accepted, and began to walk back with the two Asian ladies. However, those words seemed to be the final straw for Ryan. With the last gasp of his masculinity, he turned around and darted out the front door, knocking over a gumball machine on his way out. He sprinted out into the parking lot, dashing away as hard as he could. Obviously, he was determined that he would NOT be made over into a luscious black "Soul Sista'," but far more powerful forces were conspiring against him. "Oh my," said Pauline, "I guess he does not want to do this." "No," I said, "He has been reluctant this whole time, but I think it is for his own good." As soon as Ryan's intentions became clear, James sprinted out like a leopard after him. Maybe the old Ryan had some chance of escaping, but the hormones had done their work and lessed his speed considerably. Ryan ran in a pursy manner and was huffing and puffing, not at all like an athlete.... he ran like a girl. James easily catched up to him and pounced on him just before the main road.... "You can't run," said James, "I'm sorry, but you need to come back inside with us." "NO, No NO !!!" screamed Ryan, flailing his arms... "Come on now, your father and brother are doing it." "I DON'T CARE !!!" "Dammit," said James, "now look, you got all sweaty and need a shower before we apply your tan." Eventually, Ryan was strongarmed and brought back inside the salon. "Ok, fine, I'll do it," he said grudgingly, "I have no choice. But i'm going back to being a man after this summer." "I'm sorry son," I whispered to him. Ryan was led back to the bathroom, which had a small shower stall... The 3 ladies took James, me, and Tommy to another back room and introduced themselves. "Well, I am Pauline," she said, "And these are Ayumi and Nabiki, two of my employees. They also do nails, in addition to hair. Japanese are the best in the salon business." "Nice to meet you," they said. "LaKeesha, you and the girls can come back and watch if you want," said Pauline. "Now, why don't you guys take off your male clothes and toss them in a pile on the floor. As we stripped, James came and collected our old jeans and T-shirts, and put them in a plastic bag. Soon, Ryan joined us from the shower, He was a bit embarassed to be dressed only in the buff, and have the two Japanese girls eyeballing him... "He he he," they giggled, clearly knowing what was about to happen to him. I wondered if they might also be laughing at his growing "curves," or at the fact that he really was not that "well endowed" for a male his age. In the corner of the room, tarps had been laid out on the walls and floor. Pauline instructed us to stand there, and she emerged with what looked like bottles of spray paint... "This stuff here is a much stronger tanning solution than what you were using previously. This stuff is completely water-resistant and will last for a lifetime unless removed with a solution that is even stronger than turpentine. Once this is put on, it will be impossible to take off. Are you sure you want this?" "Go ahead," said James. "Yes, its fine," I said, as if my opinion mattered. Delicately, every inch of our hairless and waxed bodies was sprayed, even right up to our hairlines, and over our male genitalia. "We will rub some more into your scalp," said Pauline, "after we style yo' hair." The three of us began to turn very dark, and it took much of the black spray-paint to cover us. It was funny, as as Ryan was getting sprayed, the tan was turning his growing breasts very dark, and it almost looked like he could be a girl on the cover of National Geographic... "Dadddd..." he said as he gritted his teeth. "Its almost over son." After about 15 minutes of spraying, our bodies turned very dark. Looking in the mirror, it seemed we could be guys from a country like Pakistan or Sri-Lanka, except we had incipient curvature. Even though this scene could have come directly from a horror movie, it was strangely exciting to me, and I began to sport a small erection, just thinking about how I would soon be dressed and have my hair styled. Seeing me, the two Japanese girls began to giggle... "Look, look," they said, "he enjoy this verry much....." "Dad," said Tommy, with shock. "Sorry son," I said, covering my darkened male member with my hands. "Uncover that," said Nabiki as she sprayed even more, "we supposed to make you three very dark." We soon began to acheive the very dark brown colors of our previous tanning solution. "It coming arong very nicery," said Ayumi, "you three must be very proud to become black women. Yuo going to rook so pretty." "Uh, maybe," I said, "still sort of conflicted over what I was doing to my boys." After we were tanned, we were given 10 more minutes to dry and let the solution settle. The salonists darted off for the next phase of our transformations, and soon they returned with what seemed to be our fake breasts and vaginal gaffs... "This time we glue the boobs on," said Pauline. "And then, when your own grow enough underneath, we pop them off..." Pauline made sure each fake titty was well-sited across our pectoral muscles, and then she used a very firm dark-glue to stick them on... "This glue matches your color," she said, "and won't come off." I looked in the mirror, and all three of us soon had very big and floppy breasts, despite being males... "Ohh, you need some big braaas for these," said Ayumi, mocking. It was true that we were very well-endowed, with spectacular bosoms that any black woman would have been proud of. Oh, how the mighty had fallen. The boobs were now stuck on too, and no matter how they moved, we "bounced." Our boobs were almost "too big." "Our girls are really coming along," declared Pauline. Next, Pauline helped me get my vaginal panties on, and she pulled the underwear up my legs and inserted my penis into the tube. She finally pulled up the back of the underwear and secured it. "You still need to take this off," she said, "to wash every so often." Ayumi and Nabiki got the fake underwear on my boys, helping them get the garment up and then their male members correctly inserted into the tube. Ryan seemed dreadfully embarassed as Ayumi grabbed his penis like a sausage, and stuck it in the vaginal slot. I actually halfway wondered if he was getting aroused. "Please, no," he protested. "Oh no," said Ayumi, "he get erection... it no go in. You must let it calm down first," she said as she was still holding it. "Sorry," he said, "Listen, I've put the panties on myself 1000 times. I don't need your help." "Ok," she said, "but we be here all day until you can get them on." "Its fine," he said as his erection now seemed to be subsiding, "I don't even care anymore." With that, Ayumi helped him get the vaginal panties back up, and his genitalia correctly inserted. Like his father and brother, he now had a completely flat front, with no hint of manhood. We were all chicks from the neck down... It was crazy. We inspected each-other. "Looks good, looks good," said Pauline, running her hands over our flat crotches to make sure that we were tucked in correctly with no bulges... "Now, time for hairstyles, nails, and dressing." "I and my two daughters picked out their first hairstyles," said LaKeesha, excitedly. We were hustled out like cattle and seated in three of the salon chairs, side by side. I was in the center, with Ryan to my right, and Tommy to my left. I would be treated by Pauline, and Tommy by Nabiki; Ryan by Ayumi.... I sat down and had a barber's cape pulled over my body, as did my sons. I looked in the mirror, and stared for a long time at my incredibly darkened face, and I tried to picture what changes would soon happen to it. My sons were also like two dark turtle-heads, poking out of their gowns. Ayumi and Nabiki went to work on them. Pauline ran her fingers through my hair, and like a master strategist, seemed to be planning exactly the myriad of moves it would take to eliminate Dave Miller and bring out "LaShaunda." "Ok LaShaunda, First the coloring, and then extensions. Then, we do the style...." It felt crazy to think that in a few hours, I could not just bring my male-self back in short order. Pauline took another bottle of some sort of solution and dumped it all out on my scalp. She took it and blended it in with my natural light- hair. As she did, I watched with shock as my hair not only turned pitch-black, but also seemed to become a bit shiny and "frizzy." I was shocked at the new quality given to my hair. The same treatments were being done to my sons, as I looked over. "Black women have different types of hair quality than white people do," counseled Pauline. "Black women have that 'nappy' and wild quality to their hair, which is what you are getting." "Great," I moaned. I mostly sat there silent, trying not to think too much about what was occuring to me. Had you told me 1 year ago I would be subjected to this, I never would have believed you. I looked in the mirror and watched the changes with horror. "Don't worry," said Pauline, "you are far from the first male I have done this to..." "Really?" interjected Ryan. "Well, I did this to LaKeesha and her boys," said Pauline, grabbing for the hair extensions, "And there were a couple of other men who had a strange desire to become Asian women, and I helped them turn their hair jet dark and get yellowish skin. It was crazy but they were big fans of amime and cosplay, and they wanted to go as their favorite characters for Halloween and be very realistic. Also, there have been other guys from the LGBT center who were transgendered and wanted a makeover... so I helped them out. I do a great business with people like you." "People like us," I thought.... "we should be straight, All-American males, but here we were becoming black women. Pauline then began to go around my head, clipping on hair-extensions that matched my new dark hair. My hair was looking very long and pretty. My sons were similarly getting long locks as the Asian princesses went to work. "I wear tights just like you do," said Tommy to Nabiki. "Ohhh, isn't that sweet, and I bet you like wearing tights and pantyhose." "Yeah, Yeah," said my eager son, "I wear tights to ballet." "I used to take ballet too in Japan," said Nabiki, "Before, I become pretty salon therapist, and then Geisha Girl, and then masseuse..." "Wow, what is a Geisha?" asked Tommy. "Tommy, enough," I said. "I want to be a ballerina too," said Tommy. James was beaming at these comments as I looked over. LaKeesha and her girls watched eagerly at this transformation, utterly fascinated at what was happening to us. "Go all out," said James. After Pauline got my hair extensions in, she next said, "Ok, I'm gonna do your makeup now before I style your hair. This way, you can see yourself in the process of completion..." Pauline caked my male face with foundation, and then blush and rouge, causing the basis of "LaShaunda" to reappear. She expertly worked on my eyes with mascara and eyeliner, and then she attacked my lips with purple lipstick. My eyebrows were trimmed down to almost nothing, and then lined.... She used a few more products on my face, and soon, I was a long-haired black woman getting made over. I just closed my eyes as Pauline worked on my face, and then, I re-opened to look in the mirror and see a woman as beautiful as Tyra Banks staring back at me.... Only, this was ALL ME. I WAS this luscious black woman in the mirror, no doubt about it. As I moved my face and puckered my lips, she looked back at me.... She was a real man-eater, and I was all her. As I looked over, the last vestiges of Ryan and Tommy were vanishing, as Ashanti and Tanisha were getting full makeup-jobs. Even though Pauline was good, Ayumi and Nabiki were downright experts at applying makeup. Both of my sons were looking so pretty. "You girls are doing great," Aiesha cheered on... "Ohh, you little black girl now," said Nabiki to Tanisha, in a thick Japanese accent. "You will have all the boys over you." "I know," said Tanisha, mournfully. All 3 of us had been given pitch-black and jet-black hair. Absolutely No-one would have ever suspected that the 3 men sitting here now were white males just an hour ago. Now, had any other customers entered Pauline's, they would have seen nothing odd, just 3 black ladies in here getting a day of beauty treatment.... I looked over, and Tanisha was beginning to get her hair rolled up in lots and lots of curlers by Ayumi... "Its too late," he groaned, "I'm already a total sissy..." "Ohh, you more than total sissy," she said to him, further flattening his male ego "I would just die if any of my friends saw this." I wished I could have helped him escape from this, but what could I do? Anyway, Pauline began to work on my hair, and she was rolling it into what seemed like thousands of tiny curls. She made more and more curls, until what looked like the finished product was starting to come together. I looked over at Tommy, and his long dark hair was beginning to be put into cornrows.... one down the other, down the center of his head. Each cornrow exposed his still-white scalp..... Tanisha had her hair taken out of curlers, and it was now full and wavy. It billowed around the sides of her head, and Ayumi sprayed another product in her hair to get it to "hold"... Tanisha almost looked like an incipent little black-girl movie starlet from the 1960's. She had full wavy hair, with not too loose curls... Thanks to the product, her hair was flat and smooth, without that unwanted frizziness or those loose ends. Tanisha's hairstyle was really perfect for her, and looked amazing. Ayumi said, "Oh yes, this perfect hairstyle for you. You can go to dance camp and wear ballet bun, and then you go right back to normal. I would otherwise have done beads and braids for you." Perhaps my daughter was a bit relieved that she at least had a more neutral hairstyle. Tommy/Ashanti, by contrast, was getting a hairstyle clearly more designed for a younger girl. His once blonde locks were guided down in straight cornrows to the back of his head, and the excess hair was tied off in braids and held in place with beads, ran down his back. "Your hairstyle is so cool," said Tanisha.... "I want mine done that way next time," said Shawquanda. "I picked out Ashanti's hairstyle." Ashanti had some strategic barettes placed in her "do," and emerged with about 30 cornrows all pulled straight down the back of her head. Her hairstyle was so funky and so different. There was no hint of my erstwhile son Tommy, only a cute little black girl with beads and braids. The only hint of my former son was the white of his scalp, which was quickly eliminated as more solution was rubbed on his head, matching the rest of his VERY dark color. Myself and my other former son also had the dark hair coloring given to us. As for me, Pauline worked and worked on my curls, and I saw the finishing product coming together. I was receiving a massive big do of lots of tiny curls. It almost reminded me a bit of "Cher," but for a black woman. "Will I be getting any braids?" I asked. "Not today," said Pauline, "but when James brings you back every so often, we will try lots of new wild hairstyles each time. Braids are just a bit a of maintenance so we thought that you should so something simple first." "Oh, ok..." I turned to my son and said, "So how do you like it." "It feels weird momma." I wondered how recalcitrant Tanisha would be after today, with her complete makeover. Pauline was almost done with me now. Looking in the mirror, we were three gorgeous black ladies, finally. "Wow, just wow," said James, somewhat in admiration. I think his new wife turned out even better than he expected. "Ok," said Pauline. "Now, why don't you girls go back into the back room and get dressed again, and then come out... we can do your nails." "Come on Ryan," I said to my son. He stared at himself in the mirror, stupified by what he saw. A pretty black girl stared at him.... No, she wasn't just pretty, she was gorgeous. However, that was a BIG, mistake, addressing Tanisha by her male gender.... "WAIT," declared James, "that has to stop. The three of you are now full-time females now. There will be no more references to each-other by your male names. If you slip up, from now on, there will be punishment." "OK," we said as we went back meekly with our outfits. "Come on girls..." "They look amazing," whispered Ayumi. "Hurry up and get your tights on girls," yelled Pauline. "Help each other if need be." The three of us headed back into the tanning/changing room. I had decided that I would wear out one of my white minidresses, with tan pantyhose. I quickly changed into a white bra and panties. As I looked over, I noticed that Ashanti was having a difficult time getting her bra on by herself... "Here," I said, "let me show you this trick." I took the bra and showed her how to first clasp it at her front, and then spin at around to her back. "See, this makes it much easier," she said as she slipped her delicate arms through the straps. "Thanks mom," said my black daughter. "What are mothers for..." "Mom," said Ryan meekly as he got his white tights on up over his white panties, " I just don't think I can do this, he said. "I mean, look at me, look at what they DID to me." "Oh Tanisha," I said as I came up and hugged him close, "I know baby, I know... but we are all going to get through this together." "I just can't ... feel... like a woman." "You know we are all still men underneath. And listen, I'll make a deal with you for this summer.... I know what James said about no male names. But if it makes you easier, when he's not around and we are in private, I'll call you Ryan, and you can call me Dave, or dad. This will help you feel better and make you feel more like a guy, even if you are all dressed up." "Ok dad, that sounds great," he said, suddenly perked up. "You know, I just have to feel like I'm holding on to something I used to be." "I know son, I know," I said, "just get through this summer, and we'll have plenty of money to get everything back to normal. Just please don't fight it, ok." Ryan wore a snug blue dress with long-sleeves over his white tights, and Ashanti wore, over tan tights, a bright new orange dress that I had never seen her wear before, or had even seen in her closet. "I have lots of dresses momma," she explained. When I wore my tan-pantyhose, I loved how long, smooth, and shiny they made my legs look, especially over my dark skin. The white minidress had a short-sleeve top and a very short skirt, and I thought it made me smokin' hot and sexy. I spun around in the mirror and admired myself for a few minutes, blowing kisses in the mirror. I even raised the hem of my dress to display my panties again. "Wow mom," said Ashanti, "you are really taking to being a girl, and you look gorgeous. James is gonna love you." "I know sweetie, and I dressed this way just for him." We enjoyed our mother-daughter bonding for a few more minutes, admiring our outfits. However, our fun was broken up when James called out and said, "Come on girls, lets do your nails, perfume, and then take some pictures." We came out to a few cat calls... "Dayum," said Aiesha... Tanisha and Ashanti looked so cute and girlish, but my bangin' sexy outfit clearly stole the show. Even for the first time, James seemed a bit speechless over his new love interest.... "Wow LaShaunda, you look gorgeous..." I just sat there and posed and smiled at him for the longest time, feeling a bit like Queen Latifah. "I can' wait to take you to the club," he said, especially wearing that. The sun seemed to gleam off of my radiant pantyhose, and I was the center of attention. The tights felt so nice, snug, and cold, riding all the way up to my boobs and cradling my hips and waist. It might have just been reverie from being a woman, but I love wearing tights so much. Also, I loved checking myself out and seeing that i had big prominent boobs and a completely flat-crotch. Yes, I was a total woman, and my hairstyle was killer too. Pauline sat me down and painted my nails vixen red. The Japanese girls gave both Tanisha and Tommy pink nails. Fragrances were sprayed on us, and I wore a cheap gold necklace and some big hoop bracelets, in order to "accessorize" and appear more like a regular upper-class black woman. My girls also got their costume jewelry. It seemed as if we were getting ready to go, but James pulled out a camera and snapped what seemed to be hundreds of pictures of the three of us all in our outfits.... We struck sexy poses and even lifted our dresses to show what panties we were wearing underneath our tights. We all had much fun and giggled. Even to Tanisha's embarassment, I deftly raised her skirt to show her cute lacey-white panties to the camera, and she blushed in genuine shock. "Relax, baby gurl... I's just havin' fun," I teased. "It be ok, black gurls are freer about this kind of thing." "These are great pics for facebook," said James. "You three should start new profiles with your new identities." "Yeah," exclaimed Ashanti. It was sort of a game for us to take the types of poses that showed off more of our tights, bras, and panties as James snapped away pictures. It was a growing experience for us girls. We helped eachother, deftly lowering a dress-strap or raising a skirt, running our hands over each- other's tights. This was ok, as it was appropriate for females to be much "closer" with eachother. Aiesha and Shawquanda even joined the fun, posing for pics with us and looking cute in their dresses. Finally, however, it was getting close to lunchtime, and James said it was finally time to take off and get us to our new houses. We thanked the ladies for all of their services, and James tipped each of them a 50$. "Come back and see us anytime," they said... "Oh, we will," said James, "LaShaunda at least will be back soon and regularly to try new hairstyles. Next time, we will do beads and braids for her." I blushed as James spoke for me, as if I wasn't even in the room. "But we are going to get some lunch now," said James. "Bye Bye sweethearts," said the two Japanese girls, clearly wondering what larger fates were in store for these three guys. ---- Our whole party went to lunch at a fairly nice sit-down restaurant, and ordered. The excitement had calmed down somewhat, and the 4 black girls (all formerly white boys) chatted quietly. They mostly talked about the usual topics, boys and dance.... We had our appetizers, and I next asked LaKeesha if she would come to the Ladies' room with me and freshen up... I went into the bathroom stall and first adjusted my pantyhose and pulled them back up straight, smoothing out the wrinkles. I also had to adjust my white panties and fix a wedgie. I then came out. "LaKeesha," I said to her in quiet confidence at the bathroom mirror, "I'm nervous, you know." "About what, sweetie?" "Well, you know, what happens when I move in tonight, and what might James expect from me." "Oh honey," she said, "How far have you gone with James to this point?" "Well, uh." "Don't be shy... I've been right where you are with Kendrick." "Well, uh, I have given him 'manual stimulation' a whole bunch of times...." "Ohh, sweetie, that is nothin'... You know you's becoming a real woman, and James needs a real woman." "I think James wants me to sleep with him in his bedroom," I said to her in confidence. "So wha', then do it," she encouraged me. "Listen," she said, "You's got a great thing here, and let me tell you, you's gots to keep that man happy. Otherwise, he'll get bored and lose interest in you. Listen, he's probably all excited and got the hots for you after this makeover today, but then what...?" "I know, I know," I said.... "I have sort of been thinking about what to do for him next. I am so grateful about all he's done for me. I want to get him a present, but he already has every single material possession under the sun." "You know," said LaKeesha, "I shouldn't be saying this, but when I moved in with Kendrick, I gave him oral the first night, and he went wild..." "Really," I said, "can I ask, are you two having sex now??? And if you don't have, uh, a real vagina, where are you doing it?" "Oh honey, what do you think," she said, "he takes me, you know, anally. All black people do it that way." "Oh my gosh... I had no idea." "I knows first hand that black men go crazy for it. And you know, I was totally shocked too when Kendrick wanted it from me, but I gave it to him, and I LOVED it. I was addicted from there, and I decided never to go back to being a white guy. I am Kendrick's woman." LaKeesha freshened up her lipstick. She pouted in the mirror. "I can see why Kendrick likes you," I said. "I know James is utterly crazy about you," said LaKeesha. "You do what you need to do. But listen, lets go back to our table before James wonders what the heck we are on about." And with that, two black ladies, who were formerly white dudes, came back to the table and rejoined their man and Cha'relle. The 4 girls were going on and on, with Aiesha doing most of the talking, and the rest listening... "Oh yeah, wes get our leotards next dance class, and then, uh, let me tell you about camp. I's been there for 3 years now. It be so much fun. All you do is dance classes all day and learn ballet. Yous get yo' own uniform leotards, but us gots to bring your own tights though....... Then we dance and dance and dance all day, and theres' lots of cute boy dancers too.... Then we's get to go da pool and swim, but we mostly just hang out on da beach cause we don' want to screw up our hairstyles...." She continued, "But da best part be the dancin'... like we do dances in the auditorum and the boys from Football camp next door is invited over... they all be so cute and studly. And we do a final ballet performance too at the end of summer, and all the parents are invited to tour the camp..." "Girls," I sighed. Aiesha began absentmindedly playing with Tanisha's hair, tying a strand into a braid. It is common for black girls to do this with eachother. Any observers would have just seen a large extended black family. The waiter, a regular-sized white guy, came up and asked James, "Sir, are you ready for your check." "Yes please...." "Ok, and will you be paying with EBT... (Electronic Benefits Transfer, i.e. Food Stamps)." "Uh, no," said James, somewhat indignantly but calmly, "We will be paying with CASH, with money that I earned." It was an eye-opener to see that a white man may have just assumed that a black man would automatically be receiving assistance. "Ok, but listen," said the waiter, "If you pay with EBT, there is no sales tax, so are you sure you do not want to use your benefits card?" "Listen you pasty faced Ofay cracker," said James, standing and towering over the pukey white male, " We have not, now or ever, been on benefits. I work for my family and for everything we have." The whole restaurant turned around and watched with awe. "Get out of my sight, before I report you to the manager." The waiter did at once as he was told. "I won't be leaving a tip," said James. Through the whole thing, I sat, silent but impressed. James had totally taken charge of the situation, while I, LaShaunda Jackson, was just his arm-candy. At that moment, I had the insane thought that people would look at me thinking that this man (James) was my husband, and regularly "penetrating" me each night. It made me shudder. ---- LaKeesha and her two daughters drove off back towards Kendrick's home, as did Cha'relle back to hers, and James and I pulled up at the new house like newlyweds, with my daughters in tow. I was actually rather happy to be with James, and have the whole transformation ordeal over with. I was looking forward to getting in the new house. "After you, my lady," he said. James was very gentlemanly. As I got out of the vehicle, I was also surprised to see James's neighbor coming out into the front yard, and hammering a "for sale" sign in the front yard. "Old man Peabody just told me he is moving," said James.... " I guess if any other blacks move in, then, well... there goes the neighborhood !!!" My girls dashed up the front porch. The girls were excited to see James's house, as they had never been here before. They rushed in. "Your rooms are upstairs girls," he said, "We can get the rest of your belongings tomorrow from your old house." "OMG OMG," screamed Ashanti as she saw her room. "It's so girly, and I's gots my own bathroom." "Take a few minutes to explore and tell me what you think. Then, meet me back down in the kitchen as we have to have a brief family discussion laying down the ground rules," said James, "Just remember, I am in charge now, and don't mistake my kindness for weakness." "OK !!!" came two excited calls. Even Tanisha was excited by the dimensions of the new house. "Wow," Tanisha said, "you's gots 700 channels. And Playstation 5 wif lots of games... That not even be out yet!!!" "This is nice," said Ashanti. It was true that James's house was loaded. "OMG mom, he gots an inground pool," declared Tanisha. After several minutes, the girls got most of the big discoveries in the house out of the way. "Just NEVER go in my bedroom," ordered James. Tanisha then ran back upstairs to her room. She went into the bathroom and inspected it. "OMG momma, I's got lots new clothes," she said. She continued to ruffle through drawers, looking for more surprises. "Wow momma," said Ashanti, "Tanisha and I BOTH got new smartphones." "Look in the rest of your cabinets," ordered James. More doors opened. I then heard Tanisha call out, "Oh My God mom, what is this?" "Girls," yelled James, "each of you bring your container of Kotex down to the kitchen." "I don't want to touch it," yelled Tanisha. "Do as I said," said James, as he pulled out a calendar and a red marker from the kitchen drawer. Tanisha brought down the Extra-large package of kotex from the bathroom, holding it gingerly as if it was infected with the plague. Ashanti was also holding hers. "Sit down girls," said James, "Now lets go over the rules of this house. This is my home, as it is yours, but I expect my rules to be followed if you wish to live here." Two heads nodded. "First off," said James, "while you two were males in your previous lives, you are living here as females. I will expect you to maintain that lifestyle up at ALL times. You will only respond to Tanisha and Ashanti, and nothing else, and you will always address each other as females. Also, I have here 3 state issued ID cards for LaShaunda Jackson, Tanisha Jackson, and Ashanti Jackson. Keep these on you at all times." I did not ask where he procured these from, but the ID cards had this address with new Social security numbers on them, but our pictures on the front (as black girls). "You will only go by your new black girl identities in this house. Also, because of this, you won't be able to do any of your old boy interests, but you will only pursue your exclusive black-female hobbies in this house. For example, I expect bikini tops and bottoms when you go out to the pool, instead of trunks...." "Some other things.... Obviously you will need to keep up on ballet dancing practice at home, and your female voice and ettiquite training. I also expect that when you are in this house, you present in female attire at all time... with dresses and makeup. I know this sounds like a bit much, but it is important you don't get lax and relapse into 'boy mode.' Later, once you get more used to being girls, you can 'scrub it.'" "Ok," said Tanisha, "but all of this will be so hard." "No, you will get used to living as a girl full-time," said James. "And anyway, you will be off to camp in 2 weeks, and by then, you'll be having so much fun that time will fly by, and you won't even give living as a girl a 2nd thought." "Ok." "Also, you girls won't be allowed to watch stuff on TV like the History Channel, or Hockey. If you watch sports, you should only watch football, basketball, or the WNBA. Ideally, you watch stuff like the BET." "That is usually what they watch anyway," I interjected from a helpless silence. "I also took all the violent games from the PS5," he said, "I have stuff in there like "My ballet princess," which is sort of an interractve Wii game that you can use to practice your dance moves." "This sucks," said Tanisha, "you took everything out of here that is any fun. What, do we just sit around here and do our hair all day?" "Nonsense, young lady," said James... "There is lots you can do. You can help your mom with the cooking, cleaning, and sewing." "Eeek...." Clearly Tanisha was still going to have to "come around." "And there are some other rules," said James, " Even though you are genetic boys, I stocked your cabinets with all of the female hygiene products that every young lady needs. In this house, you will stick to proper feminine hygiene, to help you learn to be girls and understand what women go through." "What do you mean," asked Tanisha, scared...? "It is high-time that you girls started and planned for your periods, and that you get on a proper cycle. Every young lady has to go through this.... It just a part of becoming a woman..." "Eww, yuck," said Tanisha.... "I don't see why I have to wear one though, I'm still a boy." "Nonsense, young lady, Now let me explain a period to you. A period is when you have your monthly cycle, and your uterine wall sheds. This causes regular bleeding from your vaginas.... Now don't worry, as this is absolutely nothing to be alarmed about. All you have to do is wear a kotex pad during this time of month to adsorb the bleeding, and you are fine. Now girls, each of you open the packaging and pull out a maxi- pad." "We don't actually have to wear this thing," said Tanisha, holding up the fluffy white pad. "Of course," said James, "and I will show all three of you you how to wear it properly. Your first period starts today and lasts for 6 days, and I am marking off your cycle here on the calendar. You three will wear kotex pads 24/7 during this time, and I will be making random checks to make sure you keep them on. I don't want you ladies bleeding all over my carpet." "You do realize," said Tanisha indignantly, "that we won't ACTUALLY be having periods. This is just some sick game." It was crazy seeing my black daughter in an arguement over this. "Come here LaShaunda," said James. I got up and strutted over to him. He raised my dress and pulled down my tights and panties to my knees, exposing my crotch. "Spread your legs," he ordered. He took the maxi-pad and said, "All you have to do is take the lining, like so, and line it right up under your vagina. This adsorbs the flow. Make sure it is on straight." The thing felt like a big diaper as James inserted it onto me. His hands got right up on my crotch, which made me aroused inside my vaginal panties. "Then, once you get it done, pull up your panties like this," said James as he got my underwear back up and on straight over my kotex. There was only some puffiness from where the liner protruded out. James then got my pantyhose back up, and I pulled the tights on straight, and my dress down. " See," James said, "It is too easy... Voila !! LaShaunda, walk around and see how comfortable that is." It was tolerable.... It felt a bit like wearing a diaper. It was so humiliating having to wear a kotex and have James make me wear it in front of my sons. As I walked slowly around the room, I heard and felt the rustle of the kotex-plastic rubbing against my tights and panties.... "See, your mother does it just fine," said James... I did feel a bit pretty and strangely aroused by this experience. For some reason, James's tutorial had oddly impressed me. I looked at him and felt vaguely turned on right now. I almost wanted him to fuck me right through my diaper-kotex..... (No Dave, force these thoughts from your mind !!!!).... James was very paternal and good with Tanisha and Ashanti. He could explain these delicate subjects in a way I never could. Now Tanisha, lets do your kotex. Tanisha lifted her dress and pulled down her tights and panties. James got the kotex on, and Tanisha pulled back up her underwear and hosiery.... "Yeah, it is kind of like a diaper," she said, "it feels weird, but good." "Yes, you'll stay in kotex for the next 6 days," said James as he got Ashanti's kotex on, "And you will refer to this calendar for as long as you stay here," said James, "I'm hanging it on the kitchen wall. Whatever dates you see marked in red in the upcoming months, this is when you'll have to be properly attired for your period." "You mean wearing kotex?" "Yes, and be sure to change into a fresh pad every day," said James, "When you run out, let me know, and I'll take you girls shopping for more. You can get them from the feminine hygiene aisle." Ashanti finally got her new friend "situated." "Listen," said James, "Lets get a group picture of you three girls in your new home." He snapped a few pictures of us, all laughing and smiling. It felt weird to think that we all had maxi-pads on underneath our tights and panties, even though we all had been just regular men this morning. The tights in particular pulled my liner up high against my crotch, and it was a strangely welcoming feeling of sensation. "This is a very special time in your lives, girls," said James. "Thanks for making us feel special," I said, and wanted.... "I LOVE being a black woman." How crazy would it be right now, if right now, my ex-wife could see the three former males in her life. Becoming a black woman was a bit embarassing, but quite honestly, kind of fun. "So James," said Tanisha, "can we take off for the night?" she asked. "Oh no," said James, "we still have LOTS more to do... We're only just getting started."