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David's New Role
David glanced at his watch and was relieved to see that it was finally
time for his lunch break. He cleared the paper work he had been looking
over from the top of his desk and placed it carefully into one of the
drawers in his desk. He stood up and took his jacket from the coat stand
in the corner of his office and then headed for the exit from the large
corporate building where he had worked for nearly 20 years.
Once out on the street he quickly headed for the large shopping centre
that was located close to his office. While he would pick up a sandwich
while he was there, that was not the main reason for this journey. A week
ago a new store had opened in the centre - a lingerie store. He had made
this trip every day since he had first spotted the new place but as yet
he had not worked up the courage to actually step inside. He hadn't come
up with a plausible reason to explain his presence there and he was
terrified that he might be spotted entering or leaving the store, or even
worse, spotted inside the store by someone that he knew.
He walked towards the low wooden bench that was opposite the store and
took a seat with his lunch. Trying his best not to look conspicuous, but
feeling very self-conscious, he opened his packet of sandwiches and
watched the shop front. From the display in the large window it was clear
that they sold exactly the sort of items that he liked - or should that
be that he was addicted to? Delightful displays of the most feminine of
intimate items in pale pastel colours - pinks, pale blues, peach - all in
the most thrilling of feminine designs.
As he sat engrossed in the vision of female clothes before him he
suddenly became aware of a presence close to him.
"Enjoying the view?" a female voice enquired.
David froze, a sandwich caught in mid-air on the path towards his mouth.
He decided to ignore the question in the vain hope that it might be aimed
at someone else.
"I said are you enjoying the view?" the strange voice, slightly louder
and more insistent, repeated.
He half-turned, his cheeks burning with embarrassment, to see who it was
who had found him out. A woman sat to his left, her firm gaze fixed upon
him. David would guess that she was probably around 50 years of age,
although he couldn't be precise as it was clear that she took very good
care of her appearance. Her blonde hair was immaculately styled and was
obviously the result of an expert hand at work. It was cut in a simple
chin length bob but, the precision of the lines and the bluntness of the
edges, indicated a skilled pair of hands had been at work. Similarly her
make-up was also applied with an expert hand. In less able hands the
result would have been one of too much make-up but here it served to
accentuate her features to perfection. The cosmetic artistry was topped
by the application of the scarlet lipstick which shone brightly in the
harsh fluorescent lighting of the shopping centre.
His gaze dropped slightly to take in the outfit that she wore. It was a
simple two-piece suit in black wool but it fitted her body exactly almost
as if it had been made specifically to fit her and her alone. The skirt
was cut to sit above the knee but not in a cheap or slutty manner. From
the hem of the skirt emerged a pair of slim legs encased in black.
Stockings or tights? He was unsure but something about this lady made him
think that it could only be stockings. They seemed to crackle with static
as she uncrossed her legs.
David suddenly realised that he had been staring and he began to
hesitatingly speak.
"I was just, erm,......" he said in a low voice.
The woman leaned in closer towards him and spoke directly into his ear.
"This is the situation. I have seen you sitting here at this time for the
last 5 days staring at my shop and looking at the clothes in the
displays. So now you have a choice. Either you walk into my shop now with
me or, if you look over there, I can call over that security guard and
report you".
She paused to her words sink in and watched him for any reaction. David
sat in shock his mind racing as he tried to work out his next move. His
thoughts were interrupted as the woman stood up abruptly. She started to
walk towards the store and David began to follow meekly behind. As he
stepped across the entrance he felt himself immersed in an unfamiliar
world of femininity. The air was heavy with the scent of perfume and the
subdued lighting helped to flatter the garments on display. The woman
pointed towards the back of the store.
"You will find a door over there. Go through it, walk up the stairs and
wait for me in the room at the top of the stairs" she instructed.
Without saying anything he walked towards the door indicated and climbed
the stairs that lay behind it. At the top of the stairs he found a single
door and behind that door a large room. The room was decorated in a pale
peach colour and the whole feel of the place was one of femininity and
softness. He guessed that it might be some kind of private dressing room
for her more discerning customers. Against one wall stood 2 large
wardrobes and next to them stood a large dresser with 5 drawers. In one
corner of the room stood a large three-sided mirror that surrounded a
small square cushioned platform which was about 4 inches in height.
He heard a door close behind him and he turned around to see the woman
who had spoken to him outside.
"Well, at least you are being sensible and not trying to create a scene.
So, tell me, why do you sit and watch my store?"
David looked down at his shoes, embarrassed at being caught and now
confronted about his passion. He was unsure what to say and he was
worried that if he said the wrong thing then he risked making his current
predicament even worse.
"Nothing to say? Well, it doesn't really matter now anyway as your my new
shop girl. Now, let's see what we have to work with - strip!"
David stood somewhat shakily and tried to explain.
"I think there's been some misunderstanding here I just go to that bench
to eat my lunch as it's close to my office and..."
He was cut short by a harsh glance from the domineering woman standing
before him and realised that any further protests or explanations would
perhaps be futile. With a shrug he slowly started to undress, very
conscious of the watchful eye being kept upon him. In a few moments he
was down to just his boxer shorts and paused to look up at his tormentor.
She raised her eyebrows and so David slowly also removed his boxers.
Naked, he stood before, his head bowed in submission.
Abigail Collins leant in closer to scrutinise the naked body of the man
that was in front of her. He was of slim build with narrow, one might
even say, girlish hips. Despite his age his body had only the slightest
downy covering of hair, and even his legs were hardly troubled by any
significant presence of hair. She pointed towards the back of the room.
"Behind that door you will find a small shower cubicle. Go in there and
you will find on the shelf a bottle of Nair hair removing cream. Apply
the cream liberally to your whole body below the neck and then wait. When
you hear me shout you may then rinse of the cream. Then I want you to use
the shower cr?me and wash yourself very thoroughly all over. Now go"
David trudged reluctantly towards the shower room indicated. Once inside
he found the hair remover and started to apply it to his body. He worked
diligently until every inch of his skin below his neck was obscured by a
thin coating of this new method of torture. Making sure that he hadn't
missed a spot he stood self-consciously and waited. After a few minutes
he began to feel a tingling sensation almost as if a swarm of ants were
running across his flesh. As the minutes clicked by the tingling became
more intense and started to become almost a burning sensation. He began
to worry just how much longer he would have to endure this when a shouted
instruction came through the door.
"Rinse and wash!"
He began to wash the cream from his skin, relieved to be rid of the
stinging sensation but dismayed to see just how effectively it had
removed what little hair he had on his body. As the hair swirled and
disappeared down the drain in the shower David felt a new level of
nakedness. Picking up the bottle of shower gel he noticed the strong
floral scent as the top was unscrewed. He began to use the gel to clean
the now bare skin and become enveloped in the shroud of feminine scent.
His thoughts were disturbed by a loud knock on the door.
"Hurry up! You have five minutes to finish."
He worked quickly to make sure he was clean all over and shut off the
shower. The door to the room swung open and Abigail Collins strode in.
"Come here and let me inspect the results."
David stepped out of the shower and stood before the woman as instructed.
She began a very close inspection of his body, at times running a finger
over his flesh to make absolutely sure that not a single hair remained.
Seemingly satisfied with the results she straightened and then plucked a
large pink fluffy towel from a rack on the wall. She tossed the towel
towards him.
"Dry yourself thoroughly, then apply the body spray all over yourself and
make sure you're generous with the amount that you use."
David was expected Abigail to leave but she simply stood back to watch
him. He used the pink towel to dry himself and then doused his body in a
thick cloud of the body spray. He almost choked on the dense aroma that
now clung to his own body, a heady and intoxicating mix of feminine
scents. It was almost as if with the removal of his body hair, and then
the application of shower gel and body spray, that he was being coated in
layers of femininity.
"Follow me," she instructed.
Abigail walked back into the larger room and David followed behind his
head bowed. She pointed towards the low satin platform in the centre of
the room. He stepped up onto the indicated platform and stood nervously,
uncertain of exactly what would happen next.
"My name is Abigail Collins but you will always address me as Ms Collins.
When I tell you to do something you just do it immediately - no questions
or any back chat - understood?"
David nodded quickly as he had a horrible feeling that there might be
some unfortunate consequences if he stopped obeying this stern woman
straight away. There was a knock at the door and a younger woman entered
the room. She was around the age of 25 David thought and also dressed in
the same immaculate manner as Abigail. A white silk blouse was
complimented by a black satin pencil skirt that fell an inch or so above
her knees. From the hem of the skirt emerged a pair of slim legs encased
in black silk stockings. On her feet she wore a pair of shiny black shoes
with a 3 inch heel. Her make-up was also carefully applied and
highlighted the finer attributes of her young complexion. The look was
topped by straight black hair cut in a shoulder length bob. In her arms
she carried a number of items that even from across the room he could
tell were female clothing.
The girl walked across to where David stood on the small platform.
"Thank you Deborah," Abigail said. "I'd like you to meet our latest new
girl who will be working in the store from now on."
David felt himself blushing again as his so far private embarrassment was
exposed to a wider audience. The girl stood looking at his naked body
with a barely concealed smirk on her face.
"She's quite a pretty little thing isn't she?" she giggled.
Abigail took the first item of clothing from the arms of her young,
pretty assistant. It was a corset made of a heavy pink satin - a pale
pink that just screamed femininity. The corset was decorated with rows of
delicate white lace, and lace adornment continued along the shoulder
straps and also along the garter straps that hung from the bottom edge of
the corset. She wrapped the garment around David's body and slipped the
shoulder straps across his shoulders. She then started to pull together
the laces at the back of the corset. David felt the garment starting to
tighten around his body as pressure was exerted on the strong laces.
"Breathe in," Abigail commanded.
David drew in a deep breath and then felt the corset tighten even more.
"Again," she instructed.
He breathed in again and as he did so the corset gripped his body even
tighter as the laces were pulled hard. Finally satisfied Abigail tied the
laces together at the back of the corset.
"We'll leave it there for now but, it will be tighter tomorrow, and so on
and so on until you have a proper figure."
David stood almost gasping on the platform wondering how he could walk
around all day when he was not able to breathe properly. Abigail now
began to slide a pair of pale pink satin panties up his legs. There were
the same colour as the corset and they were also covered in layers and
layers of white lace. They were cut quite high on his legs, fuller than a
thong but not as full as French knickers. The fabric felt soft against
his now hairless skin. Next a pair of black silk stockings were rolled up
his now hairless legs and attached to the garter straps hanging from the
bottom of the corset. After checking that the stockings were pulled taut,
Abigail watched as Deborah placed his feet into a pair of patent black
leather shoes with a 3 inch heel.
"Walk up and down the room a few times," Abigail commanded.
David stepped down gingerly from the platform and began to totter along
the length of the room. The heels left him feeling like he was balancing
on a pair of stilts as wobbled along the carpet.
"Yes," she pondered. "You will definitely need some practice in those
young lady. Now Deborah, blouse and skirt please."
The young assistant left the room briefly before returning with the
garments requested. Draping the skirt over the back of a nearby chair,
Deborah began to help David into the plain white blouse. It was made of
heavily starched cotton and almost crackled as he put it on. The slim cut
sleeves each ended in a tight-fitting 4 inch long cuff embellished with a
deep lace frill. The high collar of the blouse was also starched and
finished in a lace frill around his neck.
Deborah retrieved the black satin skirt. Unlike her own skirt, this one
was cut to mini-skirt length and had a pleated design. She placed it
around his waist and closed the side zip. David looked with horror at the
skirt as he realised that it was so short that it only just covered his
pink panties. But the slightest movement, thanks to the pleats, saw the
skirt swirling around his thighs and lifting even higher.
Abigail brought the chair over to where the now fully dressed David stood
and indicated that he should sit down. He sat nervously in the chair
unsure about exactly what was going to happen next. A short pink plastic
cape was fixed around his shoulders and tied tightly at the back of his
neck. Abigail began to rake her sharp fingernails through his short hair.
"Oh dear, there's not much I can do with this is there," she moaned.
"Deborah - fetch the clippers, a razor and some shaving gel."
After 30 minutes of clipping and shaving Abigail wiped David's now bare
scalp with a soft towel. She ran a finger over his scalp to make sure
that not a single hair remained. Happy that all of his hair had been
removed, Abigail passed a small mirror to Deborah to show the poor sissy
the results of her work. He slumped even lower in the chair as he took in
the radically altered image of himself that appeared in the mirror. Yet
another step away from the person that he used to be.
"Now, if you are a good girl and work hard in the shop and obey all of
your orders then I might think about letting you wear a nice wig in a
couple of months' time - privileges have to be earned and the sooner you
learn that the easier things will be for you."
David nodded in silent agreement. With each phase of his make-over he had
felt his spirit and resistance ebbing away, almost as if he was somewhere
smaller.
"The nails Deborah," Abigail instructed.
Deborah walked away and returned carrying a small case which she opened
to reveal many little compartments and shelves. She also pulled the chair
around and sat down next to David. She took one of his hands and examined
his finger nails.
"I can't really do a lot with these Ms Collins - extensions?"
Her boss nodded and so she began to apply 3 inch long nail extensions to
each of his fingers. He sat in silence as he watched another move away
from the person that he used to be. It was surprising how quickly his
hands were altered to look almost like talons as the nail extensions were
cemented to his own short nails. Once the extensions had been completed
Deborah took out a bottle of pale pink nail polish and began to apply a
thick and very shiny coat to each of the false nails. While the polish
was drying she turned to begin working on his make-up.
First a thick base of foundation was liberally applied to his face to
smooth out and hide and blemishes on his skin. Then blusher was applied
to his cheek bones to add some definition to his face. Next his eyebrows
were subjected to some harsh plucking as they were completely re-shaped
into a form that was completely feminine. He winced in pain as each
little hair was pulled sharply away. After the plucking was complete he
was left with a pair of very narrow brows that had been steeply arched as
if he had just been caught by surprise. With an eyebrow pencil Deborah
then further accentuated his new eyebrows so they stood out clearly on
his forehead. His eyes were then outlined with eyeliner and his lids
coloured in with eye shadow. As a final touch she attached a long pair of
false eye lashes. As a final touch his lips were defined with a lipstick
pencil and then subjected to a thick coat of shiny pink lipstick.
Abigail nodded in approval as she scrutinised the final result of
Deborah's handiwork. While the make-up was perhaps not extreme it did
serve to make it absolutely clear that this was a very feminine and
girlish person.
"Stand-up," she barked.
David stood shakily from the chair and Abigail removed the small cape
tied around his shoulders.
"Time for work!"
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