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Chapter 2 - The City. . . and Cindy! Ann said "When Gavin asked me if I wanted to stay on and work for you, he told me then that you were er..."Trans" I think he said, and that he would understand if I wanted to quit the job but I told him that I had already met several T-girls, like yourself, and that they were usually the most friendly and funny people I had ever met. Oh no, that's no problem for me," I told him, "then, when I found out that you were also a famous film actress too, well that decided me on the spot, and so here I am!" I explained to Anne that I was not really famous at all, but she just said that she knew I would be and when I was, she would be proud to have been there from the beginning. I explained how I came to be in the film, and how I had been found by Ralph just chatting to friends in a club. And about bumping into him later in the car park and not really knowing how it all happened from there, but it did. "And that's how I got all the clothes," I explained, "and why I don't really know what most of them look like." Anne said that I was to leave it all to her. I just had to keep up my diary for the week, and she would pick out the appropriate clothes for each day put then in the wardrobes by the bed. She told me she had worked in the fashion industry as a junior stylist when she was younger, and had learned "from the best" how to style someone. She had given it all up when her children came along and had missed out on so much of life, that now she was determined to make up for lost time, so putting her old styling skills to use would make her happy. That seemed like a good arrangement so we agreed that that's what would happen. The subject then turned to the "Exotic" items. I said I could not help much, as I didn't know what was there, except for the two outfits I had worn on the cruise. On hearing that, Anne said that I really must see everything, now that it had been unpacked, so we took the spiral stairs up to the master bedroom. "I have put all the latex in the "His" wardrobes together with all the PVC and leather clothes and the outdoor coats and jackets," she explained. "The latex and PVC are in wardrobe number 1 and the leather and the outdoor clothes in wardrobe number 2." With that she opened the "His" wardrobe number 1. "I have grouped the outfits together," she said, "all the items which make up one outfit are next to each other, all mixed up together, but the outfits are arranged by colour." I gazed inside, the spotlights reflection from the shiny surfaces of at least fifty different latex outfits. Like the inside of the other wardrobe I had seen, they started from white at one end and finished with black at the other, although in this case more than half the items were black, with most of the rest being red or white, but I could see some other pastel colours about half way along. "The matching shoes and boots are here also," she said pointing to the floor, "and all the other accessories like belts and things are hanging with each outfit, although there seem to be some things which you could use with many of these clothes, and I have put them in the drawers at the end. There is a small PVC section too at the far end, which I have arranged in the same way." She smiled. "Its a wonderful collection," she said, "you are a very lucky girl." I did not know what to say, and then, from my mouth came the words "I suppose I am, but as you seem to like it so much, if you ever want to borrow anything from here, just go ahead and choose whatever you like, I doubt I will ever have time to wear it all, ever!" Her face lit up. "You mean.... you really mean.... that I can.... are you really sure?" she said. "Yes," I said, "I wouldn't have said it if I didn't." "Thank you, Miss, you have made my day!" She closed the doors. "All the clothes in usual fabrics are in the "Hers" wardrobes on the opposite side of the bathroom", she said "but they are arranged in a similar way" and with that, we went back to the breakfast room. "What are you going to be doing then, for the next three months, if you don't mind me asking?" she said, when we were seated at the table. "I hadn't really thought, exactly, but learning to live with this new way I see my body really I suppose," I said. "Oh, so you'll be going to "Cindy's" a lot then!" "Cindy's?" I said. "Don't tell me you have never heard of Cindy's? I thought everybody had heard of Cindy's, its the most famous beauty clinic in the North! Anyway, Cindy is one of my best friends, we go way back to when we were both in fashion. She was one of the make-up girls, not that I'm implying that you need lots of make up, but its just so relaxing when you go there!" "Oh, no, I didn't think you meant that at all," I said, "but we girls sometimes need a bit of assistance with certain things to keep us looking good! Is Cindy's far from here, and, more's the point, are they... er... "friendly", if you know what I mean!" "No, she's close by, only a few minutes away and I'm sure she'd love to meet you! I'll call in on my way home if you like and ask." "Thanks!" I said, thinking that I could do with a good beauty session. Those girls who looked after me on the cruise ship were amazing, but I knew that I had been letting myself go a bit, at least by their standards! "After all," she continued, "you will want to look your best for the House Warming Party won't you!" "House Warming Party, what House Warming Party?" I said. "Oh, Alex said that you would be having one for sure. Have you decided when yet? There will have to be proper arrangements made, so if you could let me know as soon as possible, it would be a real help!" A House Warming, I thought? Just wait till I get my hands on Alex, she was always doing this sort of thing to me. How could I have a House Warming, when I knew no-one here. I certainly could not invite any of my friends from before the film, they knew nothing about my new life and it wouldn't be much of a party with just Alex, Anne and me. But my face must have given me away. "Surely your having a House Warming?" said Anne. "No, no! You are going to have a House Warming, I insist!" "But I don't know anyone around here," I protested. "So that's why we need to have a House Warming, then you will!" she said, "we'll talk about it tomorrow and I will make some lists, just leave everything to me, I love organising parties, unless,...... unless you have plans to do something else?" "No," I said, "I'm doing nothing, I have three months to do nothing, in fact, I really don't know why I moved here at all. What am I going to do with myself for the next three months!" I decided to have an early dinner and watch some TV, so Anne went home early too. I took a relaxing shower in the en-suite and I went to bed with the remote control. In the fold, where the bed was turned-down, I found a lacy red silk baby-doll night dress, matching thong and negligee. Sitting on the floor, next to the bed, were a pair of red Marabou stiletto mules. "Mrs da Sliva has such good taste", I thought. Then the words "Anne is really starting to get into this" floated through my brain and I smiled at the thought. What could be better than a set of decadent lingerie to cheer a girl up. We had only met the day before yesterday, and already she knew me so well. I took off the bathrobe and put on the night dress, thong and negligee, turned on the TV, which slid silently up from a chamber built into the foot of the bed, climbed in and snuggled down into the pillows. Renting this flat might not have been such a bad idea after all, I thought. Then, suddenly, Anne was there. "Good morning, Victoria," she said, placing a cup of tea on the table beside the bed. "Woah, what?" I said "Time to get up! Its 8.30." I roused myself and sat up. The negligee, which I was still wearing, slid down from over one shoulder. "But I've only just gone to bed, it can't be morning already," I protested! "Well it is!" said Anne, "and you need to get up, breakfasted and ready, you have a consultation with Cindy herself at 10 o'clock. Its her first appointment of the day and she's coming in early, especially to see you! Breakfast in 20 minutes!" I fell back in bed, not really realising what was happening, but things seemed clearer after I had dunk my tea. I climbed out of bed and making my way down stairs, found the table laid in the breakfast room. Anne was there immediately bringing more tea, a plate of grilled smoked fish, toast and a bowl of fruit and berries. "Oh, I forgot to ask," she said as she put the plate down, "Your not vegetarian are you?" "No," I said, "I eat most things, but I've heard that eating too much red meat is bad for you so I try to cut down on it." "I wasn't sure if you would be eating a male or a female diet," said Anne. "Surely, we all eat the same things, don't we?" Anne gave me one of her "looks", which I had noticed she did whenever I said something she thought out of place. "I will just ask you one thing," she said with a patient tone in her voice, "how many men do you know who go out for dinner and eat salad?" She had a point! "So is this male of female?" I asked pointing at my plate. "Mainly female," she said, "the fish could be either, but most men don't eat fruit at breakfast, and certainly not red fruits. I have tried to give you all that you need there. The fish gives protein, but its an oily fish so it is good for your joints. The toast gives a few carbs and fibre because its wholemeal toast and the fruits and berries give you vitamins and minerals too." "Oh!" was all I could say. "Come on now, eat up, time is passing and we need to get you ready!" After finishing up what remained of the breakfast, I was back in the bedroom with Anne. "Cindy said "no make-up", Anne told me. "I can't go out without make-up!" I said, "its impossible." "Cindy told me you would say that, so she gave me this for you!" She passed me a small white plastic tube, like a miniature tube of toothpaste. "Its a tinted moisturiser," she said, "Cindy said you could wear some of this and, if necessary, a bit of lip gloss and that's all! I've got out your blond bob, a pair of skinny jeans, a smooth knit sweater and a leather biker jacket. You can wear them with this pair of ankle boots." "I didn't even know I had any skinny jeans!" I said. We left together at exactly 9.45 and walked through the streets. Thankfully, they were quiet. All the office workers had already arrived, and the shoppers were not yet out in full strength. After only a few minutes we turned into one of the fashionable shopping streets of the city, and within a few moments we came to a shop with the word "Cindy's" in gold letters five feet high covering one window, and underneath "Beauty Salon and Facial Clinic". We went inside and were ushered past two very smartly dressed middle-aged ladies sitting in plush armchairs in the waiting room, by a very smartly uniformed receptionist. Then through a door marked "Private", up one floor in the lift and down a corridor to the rear of the building. There, waiting for us in a small office, was Cindy. "Annie," she said, "how lovely to see you again, you don't come here often enough!" "I should think not, the prices you charge," said Anne, indignantly! They both burst into gales of laughter! "And you must be Victoria," she said, turning to me. "Very pleased to meet you, come on, lets go to the salon!" Cindy picked up a note pad and pen, and we went out into the corridor and called the lift. Going up three floors, we stepped out into a deserted salon. All the chairs were empty, the lights were off and there was no- one there! "This is our training room and experimental salon," Cindy explained, "nothing goes downstairs until its been fully tested here by all our consultants, personally. If they don't approve, we don't use it! I thought we could begin here, its much more private." "So Victoria, tell me about yourself. Have you brought me a photograph?" "No," I said, "what photograph?" "I have it," said Anne, "here," she said, passing it over to Cindy. "You would never know, if you didn't know, would you!" "Well, I can tell," said Cindy, "but only an expert would know. Its really a very good job. Who was the make-up artist that did this for you?" she asked me. "I don't know, I said, "what photograph are you looking at?" She showed me the photo I had posed for with Ralph, on the steps after the film set wedding. "Mmmmm," she said, "well if it was Ralph, it would be Emily or Clara, probably Clara, looking at the style!" "Yes, yes," I said, "the name Clara is familiar." "I don't suppose she had a lot of time either," said Cindy "it looks a little rushed!" "It looks perfect to me" said Anne, "you'd never know she wasn't 100% female, I wish I could look that good." "You will have to come here more often, then," said Cindy, "we'll give you a special discount!" They both burst out laughing, again! "No, but don't you think she's very striking?" said Anne. "Yes," said Cindy, "how long have you been doing this, Victoria?" "What acting," I said, "only a few weeks." "No silly, dressing," said Cindy. "Oh, that," I said, "forever at home, but only seriously for about the last six months. When Ralph found me in the club, I had only been there once before, so I had only been out dressed as a girl twice, if you can call going to a T-girl club "Out"." "What," exclaimed Cindy, "only six months! And what work have you had done in the six months you've been dressing?" "Work?" I said. "Yes, work, you know, work! Lash extensions, fillers, botox, microdermabrasion, face-peeling, you know, work!" "Well, nothing really, just a bit of waxing," I said lamely. "See," said Anne, triumphantly, "I told you, its all natural!" "Mmmmm!" said Cindy, making notes. "And those lashes are your own, natural lashes?" "Yes," I said, "is that a problem?" There was no answer as Cindy just made more notes on the pad. "What I would really like to do," I went on, "is to be able to walk about outside, to a few, you know, discrete places, without being afraid that everyone will notice that I am really a man dressed as a woman." "My dear girl," said Cindy, "If you follow my advice and our course of treatments, you will be able to go anywhere you like, at any time you like and no-one will ever know that you were not born 100% a woman!" "So you'll do it, then?" said Anne. "Yes," said Cindy, "that is, if Victoria agrees!" "Well, yes," I said, "what's not to agree to, but I will need to know the cost first, because I will have to find the money, and my new flat may cost me a bit more than I had planned!" "Oh, we can talk about the money later, if you like, but we need to get started right away, there's just so much to do!" "I'll leave you to it, then" said Anne, "you will be able to find the house again won't you?" "Yes," I said, "how long will I be here, Cindy?" "Oh, most of the day, I expect," said Cindy, "I'll call Anne later and tell her what time to expect you home!" So I spent the day in the experimental salon, with just a few treatments downstairs in some of the various salon rooms, when there was space to fit me in. Between treatments, Cindy and her personal assistant, Naomi, spent their time asking questions, explaining the nature of the different treatments and filling in forms. Some of the things, I had never even heard of, whilst other terms they used I was more familiar with. Some treatments were "definitely not for me", whilst for others, they were incredulous that the work had not already been done. At about 4 pm, I returned from downstairs, where I had just has a relaxing foot massage and pedicure, to find Cindy and Naomi waiting for me. On the desk was a large pink ring binder, thick with papers. On the spine it said "Victoria d'S" in gold lettering. "This is your file," said Naomi. "It contains your personal details, weight and height, skin, hair, eye colour for example, and details about your treatments. As we go ahead, we will review your progress against what we have recorded here so we can give you an idea of how you are progressing and when we expect to complete everything. At the moment, we estimate that, if we do everything you need to have done, you will be with us for at least six months. The folder will remain here in our secure store at all times, and only senior consultants have a key, so your personal information is quite safe." My mouth opened, but no sound came out! "If you agree," she went on, "we will need to take photographs of how you look after today, your first day with us, for comparison as we go along, and more later as we progress. Now Cindy will tell you about the cost of the work we propose." "In the past," began Cindy, "we have worked with, from time to time, people with your lifestyle, but we have never set out to target our services to your particular group." "I see," I said, not really understanding at all. "So," continued Cindy, "Naomi and I have been discussing a plan which we formulated some time ago, to better serve the Trans community. We have been, since then, looking for our first subject, and we think that it could be you. If you agree, we will want to take photographs of each stage of your treatments so that we can use them to show to other prospective clients. You can be sure that we will be doing the best job we can, because, you will be our "shop window" and it will be in all our interests for you to look as good as possible. As a "Thank You" for your help, we will agree to make all your treatments within Cindy's free of charge. If we have to send you to other salons for specialist treatments we think you need, but that we can't do here, we may want you to make a small contribution, but we don't expect that there will be many times we will have to do that. The only thing is that, once we begin the sessions, there can be no going back, you will have to stick to the programme that we will plan for you, and I suspect that some of it may not be so easy, but, at the end it will all be worth it! What do you think?" Again, my mouth opened, but no sound came out! "Don't tell us now," she went on, "take this home and read it. Discuss it with Anne if you like, then come in again tomorrow at about midday and give us your decision. I'll call Anne and tell her you will be on your way home in about 15 minutes or so!" "Thank you," I said, shocked. I got dressed again and, Naomi gave me a bag containing the folder, and another which she said was filled with necessary things for me to use at home. They came to the door with me. "See you tomorrow," they said, and waved good-bye. I walked home in a daze and was met at the door by Anne. "How did you get on then?" she asked. "Six months," I said, "Six months." "Six months?" said Anne. "That's how long Cindy said she needs me for!" I said. "Well," said Anne, "you told me you didn't know what you were going to do for the next three months, so that's that taken care of then isn't it?" "I suppose it is," I said. "Come inside then, and lets see what you have got in your bags." There was an envelope containing a letter addressed to Anne and attached to it, some loose sheets containing dietary instructions and an exercise routine for me to do. There were several booklets describing the various treatments on offer and a weekly planner for the next three months detailing all the treatments for me at the clinic, laid out week by week. It seemed that each day of the week concentrated on a particular part of the body. One day it was facial treatments, the next hands and feet, followed by whole body treatments, then massages, and so on. "Wow," said Anne, looking over my shoulder and smiling, "that's pretty full on, you don't even get time off for good behaviour!" "No!" I said, "but it's not all day, every day, look, later on, some days its only a couple of hours, and I get the weekends off too! "But what's it all going to cost?" said Anne, "Cindy is the nicest person you could wish to meet and expert at what she does, but, If you want the best you have to pay for it and she certainly knows how to charge!" "That's just it," I said, "she's going to do it for free!" I explained to Anne the offer Cindy had made to me. Anne said I would be a fool not to take her up on it and that people would give their eye- teeth for such an offer from her, and, I could now be famous twice over, once for film and once in the fashion and beauty world! We looked in the second bag. It contained a number of different bottles and jars filled with serious looking oils, lotions and creams, all to be applied to different parts of the body at different times. Again there was a chart showing what was to be applied, where and when. Cuticle cream, facial washes, moisturisers, eye gel, lip balms, foot creams, dry skin lotions, it seemed never ending. There were even special shower gels, shampoos and conditioners, which I thought strange, as I never went outside with my own hair showing, always with a wig. Anne took charge of all of them and said she would remind me what to do and when. We had dinner together, Anne went home and I read up on my notes from the clinic. They certainly seemed very thorough, and if what Anne said was true, I could not be in better hands. I decided that I would accept the offer, after all, what was I going to do for the next three months anyway! I was awake when Anne arrived and we had breakfast together, chatting about what would happen at Cindy's. Then Anne said, ?today is the day the pool maintenance guy comes! He comes every week and checks out all the systems and cleans the pool and the Jacuzzi on the roof. The cleaner, Marjorie is also here, she comes three times a week, today she's doing bedrooms. Monday its kitchen deep clean and Wednesday its living areas. Oh, and they are also coming to change the mattress in the Master Bedroom, so you will be able to move in there whenever you want to.? ?I think you had better take me on a tour of the property,? I said, ?I'm sure you know much more about things than I do. Alex and me had an explore when we got here, but we were pretty much in the dark.? ?Do you have a smart phone?? Anne asked. ?Yes,? I said, reaching into my bag ?its here!? ?There is a special App for the property, here, let me,? she said, ?I should have told you before.? She tapped the keys of my phone. ?There, it's downloading now,? she said. ?When its finished, all you have to do is in key in the security number,? she said handing me an envelope, ?and set a secret password.? ?Yes,? I said, ?but what does it do!? ?If you have your phone switched on, whenever you go into any room, its lists the features available on a menu system and lets you adjust whatever you like to however you like it. I've got one on my phone for all the maintenance things, like it shows me if there are any lighting faults or when the room was cleaned last. So I can keep an eye on what is happening.? ?How does it know when the room was cleaned last?? ?There are motion sensors which detect the movement of the special cloths we use to clean with, and when the vacuum cleaner was last in there, stuff like that! But yours is the Master App, you can see everything.? ?So what's the deal with the room at the end of the corridor, next to the pool,| I said, ?there isn't a key to it that I can find!? ?No,? said Anne ?no-one seems to have a key to it. I'll ask at the office and see if they have one, maybe its just lost, although, how you can loose the door key to a room in a brand new building, I don't know!? ?Oh, and the House Warming!? ?Yes?? she said. ?Let's do it,? I said. ?How about a four weeks on Friday, that will give us time to get prepared, and maybe I'll have got over the shock of Cindy's five days a week by then too!? ----- o ----- o ----- o ----- o ----- o ----- And so, for the next three weeks, I laboured at Cindy's and at home with what seemed like a constant round of diets, exercise in the pool and gym at home and the various beauty treatments. I was so tired, that all I seemed to do at the weekend was sleep and sit on the sofas, watching TV. I had also been enrolled for Pilates classes too, but had yet to begin them. Anne had been out and bought me some gorgeous sets of exercise wear, with cut-outs and perforations in what I thought were all the wrong places. One pair of cycling shorts, in particular which were made of an almost see-thru stretchy black fabric, had small holes punched all over them. ?I can't possibly wear these,? I said holding them up to the light ?you can see right through them!? Anne just sighed! ?When you are wearing your thong underneath and the leotard over the top, what will anyone see?? she asked. ?Well, nothing,? I said, sheepishly. ?So what's the point of the holes, then?? ?So you can keep cool!? came the reply, ?unless, of course, you are not working hard enough to get hot!? The conversation finished there, but I had to admit, when I wore them with the thong and the backless leotard, they were the sexiest gym wear I had ever seen! Anne certainly knew her stuff! It was the Friday of week three. We had finished treatments for the day at Cindy's and were having a ?progress? meeting in Cindy's office. I had been followed around by Carl, the photographer, for the whole day, who had been taking photos of what I had been doing and all the treatments I had been given. Cindy said that she was pleased with the start I had made and they were already noticing results, and how was I feeling. I said I was too tired to notice, and that the hunger pangs from the diets were beginning to wear off. Cindy said that I had lost three kilos in the last three weeks, but that would slow as my body became accustomed to the new lifestyle. Although I had lost weight, Cindy said that there was no change to my hip and chest measurement, buy my waist had shrunk by two inches. ?That will change too,? she said, ?we will have to manage things carefully from now on, we don't want you to lose any size from your hip measurement, so we will adjust your diet sheet and you will have to increase your squats exercises to build up the muscles down there to compensate for your loss of fat!? I pulled a face! ?As a compensation,? went on Cindy, ?Carl and I have decided that we must ?pretty you up a bit? for the next set of photos! So let me ask you, Is there any reason why you have not had your ears pierced before now?? she asked. ?Well, no... er.. ? I said, thinking that its was not something that had even occurred to me before! ?Good,? said Cindy, ?we can correct that right away!? and she beckoned to Amy, one of her assistants who had been sitting in the corner of her office! ?You remember what we discussed?? she said to Amy. ?Yes, Cindy!? she replied. ?OK, lets do it then!? said Cindy Before I really realised what was happening, Amy was donning surgical gloves and wiping my earlobes with a small tissue. ?Its an alcohol wipe,? she said, ?mixed with an analgesic liquid.? I was none the wiser! ?Just keep still,? she said, going round behind me, ?and it will be all be over in a moment. You are going to look really pretty when I'm finished.? I felt something gripping my earlobe, then a sharp pain. ?Ouch! Ouch!? I squealed. ?Just hold still,? she said in a calming voice. A second pain followed, although not as bad as the first. Amy wiped my lobe again and fiddled around with it a bit. ?We decided that you should have two piercings in each ear,? she explained, ?one in the centre of the lobe and one a little further up.? ?I thought you usually pierced both ears once, not one ear twice?? I said. She laughed. ?Yes, I'm going to do the other side now,? she giggled. Two more sharp pains followed on the other side, followed by more fiddling. ?Now,? said Amy, ?you must not to remove these for 6 to 8 weeks. Never! We will keep an eye on them when you come here, but at the weekends, keep them in at all times!? ?Yes, Miss,? I said, smiling, ?bit why did you do each one twice?? ?We simply thought it would look better, and if you are doing one, the second is so easy to do straight after the first,? interrupted Cindy. ?Show her in the mirror Amy!? Amy gave me a hand mirror. I had a large sparkly diamond stud each earlobe and a silver ball higher up and behind the diamond. ?They aren't real diamonds,? said Cindy, ?but the posts and butterflies are the best quality.? ?Butterflies?? I said. ?Yes, the clips behind your earlobe that holds the stud in! My you have a lot to learn, young lady,? said Cindy! There was a pause in the conversation! ?Did you just call me ?Young Lady?? I asked. ?Well, yes I did, didn't I? said Cindy and smiled at me warmly. ?Will that do for you for now, Carl?? asked Cindy ?Yes, that will look just fine. I'll catch up with you next week, Victoria,? he said as he and Amy left! ?OK, go home and we will see you back here bright and early on Monday morning. Its a big week here for you next week, and we need to start early!? ?Oh really, why is that?? I said. She gave me a withering look which reminded me of the look Anne gave me when I said something particularly stupid. ?We have to get you ready for the House Warming, of course,? she replied, slowly. ?Anne has got big plans, hasn't she told you??