My So Called Sex Life Part III
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A Year Ago - part III by MadQuill
This is an evolving story of sensual investigation. Please review the
first two parts of this Phase ...
Five days had passed since my stroll in the Green, something I considered
too risky the next morning. I hadn't returned to the DrugFair for the
hair remover. The length of the hair on my legs was short but noticeable.
I needed a different removal, maybe a waxing. If my dressing were to
continue I wanted to have a reasonable way of coping with this; shaving
just wasn't the answer. With fairly light hair on my arms and hands but
more along my lower torso and legs shaving was just a pain and I wasn't
very good at getting to my back. I had tired of the effort my bike club
insisted on; tradition leads most of the guys to shave. The appointment
was for 12:30pm tomorrow afternoon. The clinician, thinking I was a girl,
suggested the procedure would take several hours and the affect would
last well over a month.
Each morning now I would arrange an outfit while lounging with a coffee
in my new robe. Getting my face and hair right took nearly an hour. The
practice walks and video coaching while dressed took most of the morning
and I could see a benefit. The work schedule had to be adjusted to
prevent my being noticed hence I waited until after 6pm to visit the
office the past few days as required to keep up with the server issues. I
had a small worry of being stopped by an officer while driving. There
wasn't a law against dressing in women's clothing, but there might be
some embarrassment. I had ventured out each of the last four evening, but
driven straight to the office.
The morning of my appointment planning an outfit, underwear and dress,
shoes, had taken some time. A dressing website was the source of a new
technique for wearing my undies. Once I was tucked carefully I figured
there was a small chance I would be discovered. I reviewed the minimal
bump in the front panel of my thong. I could explain my flat chest as
having a need for the small breast forms but the clinician would have to
get pretty close to do the proper job of my lower body. I had done a neat
trim myself, sort of like a bikini line, and intended to simply refuse
her access to my groin. With my thong holding my member I was willing to
risk the questions. The clinician might be surprised but I thought, so
what?
Afterward I felt good when my pantyhose slipped on nicely. I stepped back
into my simple dress, a soft peach with a jewel neckline falling to just
above my knee. I'd ordered it on-line and was happy it fit nicely. The
low heel seemed correct, only 3" to be as discrete as possible.
"You've got a great pair of legs, and your ankles are nearly perfect. Who
makes those stockings, they look very sheer?"
I told her Wolford was the brand; these were great for mild weather.
"Remember to not shave and I'll see you in three weeks OK?"
The waxing was painful but she hadn't guessed my gender, based on her
conversation that is. I couldn't guess what she would tell the others.
She was most surprised by the hair on my lower back and bum. While on my
tummy I'd pushed the thong down far enough to allow her to clear my
entire body, excepting the bikini line. I was now virtually hairless. The
clinician had suggested she could 'help with the minor facial hair'.
"I'll apply the smaller wax strips to rid this pesky near beard," she
said rubbing my face gently.
I had shaved closely the day before and hadn't considered using wax for
my almost smooth cheeks.
"It's a little heavier than the hair on your butt cheeks. You need to
attend to this, it isn't peach fuzz, dear. Make an appointment for three
week from today for a follow-up and we'll check your legs then as well."
The pain was passed but I had a slight reddish glow on my face. She
applied an aloe gel that reduced the soreness.
"The redness will go away in about ninety minutes. Apply the gel once
more after twenty minutes."
When back home I looked at my face and I was surprised, the skin looked
normal but substantially smoother than my closest shave. I was more
surprising by my arms and hands. I hadn't ever been so naked. The sleeves
of the dress were about three-quarters and on the drive back I was
distracted seeing my wrists without a bit of hair. I decided to go to the
office. I had avoided entering the building during the daytime since I'd
began this lark. Now I felt I could pass an inspection by the two women
who occupied the adjacent suite.
They had been renting their space for over six months and were a design
couple, or so I imagined. Their firm was called InteriorBent, and though
I'd only been in their office for a minute once, I guessed they did some
decorating. I had assumed they were a gay couple though they had
introduced themselves as partners. Avery was taller, with soft brown hair
and quite thin, while Madison had near platinum colored hair with a nice
figure. I had to look down and away from her nice large breasts. I
considered that their partnership might be only a business description
rather than a personal one. I feared seeing these two when I climbed to
my suite. I had few visitors and my new presence would be immediately
understood. I needed to feel perfect, a woman in appearance as well as
confidence, prior to entering this next phase.
Nearly each day before the adventure had begun we had encountered each
other, just in passing in the Hall. The offices shared a toilet. This was
to be for I had decided that I couldn't abandon my new look, this new me.
I liked what I was becoming and felt comfortable in these new clothes.
Being seen, as a false woman would be unacceptable and the near
approximation of a woman wouldn't do. Days after getting my hair done I
had the clothes and accessories of a young woman and I had continued to
refine my makeup skills. I needed to get to my server for some
adjustments required by my largest client. The evening and night work
wasn't as effective for certain tasks.
It was nearly 4pm when I finished getting ready. I had redressed, the
peach dress seemed inappropriate for office work. Bring the dark gray A-
line skirt up and over my bottom I turned to button the white blouse but
decided I needed a chemise. I noticed my ivory bra clearly through the
fabric and the cincher would be better concealed as well. The black
slingback heels were just a bit tall; not quite four inches, but I liked
how they accentuated my legs in the nude toned pantyhose. I grabbed the
Coach bag, which was now loaded with my tools and other stuff. My voice
had become quite feminine with three days of working with the on-line
coach but my word selection was still an issue. The lessons I'd
downloaded had been very helpful, but I needed to practice and being
around others was what the on-line teacher suggested.
Now as I reached the lower doorway I was glad I'd asked for a quick
manicure while at the salon. Though I could keep my nails short I now
enjoyed seeing my hands with a soft pink finish. I needed to resolve the
client issue before six this evening so I was committed, hoping to slip
passed their suite. Climbing the stairs hadn't been an issue until now,
my heels banging on each wooden step. I was passed their suite when I
heard voices. I moved to unlock the door and quickly shut it, as the
voices became a bit louder. My suite was actually well insulated from the
sounds of their workspace. I now focused on the issue at hand. The data
feed and resolution took about forty minutes. I realized that the rug
across the wood floor helped quiet the noise of my heels as I moved about
the office. I was doing some other minor housekeeping on a secondary
server when I heard a light knock on the door.
"Michael, can you speak with me for a moment please," it was Avery's
voice but I stayed still considering the options. She might leave me
alone if I could find an excuse.
"Avery, I'm a bit wound into solving an issue. Can we talk in the morning
OK?" I realized my voice had not shifted; one of the consequences of the
training. Learning to slip back to my nature tone was now a problem.
"Michael, sure, OK? Are you, you sound like you've a bit of a cold, aahh.
Sure thing, I'll come by at some point tomorrow.? I listened as she moved
off. I crept to the doorway as quietly as possible, having removed my
heels. My ear on the door I heard her speaking to Madison.
?He couldn?t spare a moment. He sounded a little weird though. I hope
he?s OK.?
Then Madison spoke, ?What do you mean ?weird?, he has a cold??
They had reached the stairs and the sounds of their heels on the steps
drown out the voices.
I waited about thirty minutes, quietly considering what I had just done
to my situation. I had elected this new adventure and now it would start
to control my life. Could others accept the new Michael, or the Hallie?
What was my name now?
The challenges of my decision were mounting. I would eventually have to
explain myself, first to Avery and Madison, and many others. With my
heels on I exited the building as the twilight faded to night. Moving
away in the Audi I turned toward home.
?There goes someone in Michael?s Audi. humm, maybe he?s got a new
girlfriend?? Madison said to Avery. They were sitting at the window table
of the nearby Vegetarian restaurant.
Avery looked up to just catch the car passing, ?She looks cute, with
short hair, maybe we?ll meet her soon. He could use someone in his life.
All work and no play, since Lynn dumped him.?
Driving along I realized my voice needed more practice and turned left to
head to the nearby Mall. I didn?t have a shopping list but I thought
interacting with other women would be useful. I entered at the Nordstrom,
the Jewelry counter immediately at the door. I looked over the cases and
saw several bangles priced close to a hundred dollars. I slipped two from
Pandora over my left wrist, noticing the golden tone attracting my eye
and the nail color and sheen. The others I purchased I placed in my bag.
The salesman was clearly a bit effeminate and seemed uninterested in me.
This was my first encounter speaking with a man since starting the voice
lessons. I noticed his locution and manner of speaking with his
controlled breathe.
The voice lessons had helped me become aware and I must use compression
to focus my speech. Clamping the thighs was an exercise I had been doing
over the last couple of days, to repress my male breathe, just as he
seemed to be doing. This together with my devoicing was what I used when
discussing the various characteristics of the jewelry. I was learning to
act with my voice; I needed to present my femaleness to both men and
women. I next stopped at the makeup counter and within a moment a lovely
lady approached.
?Would you like to experience the NARS lines Miss?? I didn?t know what
she was asking about, but said yes.
After twenty minutes Theresa showed me the affect of her work. I was
spellbound, ?How will I ever learn to accomplish this level of ?art???
?Do you have an hour to spare Sara?? I had used this in lieu of Hallie,
only realizing my error after speaking. Thankfully Cheryl didn't seem to
be in this evening.
?Now I?ll show you in detail.? She removed the makeup and re-applied each
product while allowing me to review and understand the techniques.
I left with $425 dollars of product, and a different sense of my
character. Theresa was quiet but clear, ?This is you Sara, your spirit
has emerged. Be on the watch for those snakes out there girl.?
The 90 minutes with Theresa gave me many opportunities to make small
errors of speech, correcting each without being embarrassed. In fact the
voice coach had suggested that make these small errors was in fact a
feature of feminine speech. I was glad I was wearing pantyhose since the
stool was tall and my legs were on display. Theresa commented when a
handsome man with graying hair came near.
?That one is homing in on your sexy legs and those delightful heels dear.
He can?t stop his eyes from roaming toward you.? I smiled slightly but
said nothing. I did look toward him when he was nearest and smiled,
causing him to blush. He smiled back, but turned to leave.
My stroll continued after the makeup do over with Theresa. I stopped at
Bebe and tried on two pairs of heels. With the saleswoman?s help I found
a great pair of natural toned strapped pumps with 4 1/2? heels.
?The strap does look sexy and will help wearing them for an evening. Good
shoes should be comfortable and beautiful Sara. The slight platform is
nice as well.?
Now with two bags in hand I wanted to get home and started toward the
Mall entrance.
?Wow, dude, look at that piece of ass,? I heard two boys close behind. I
didn?t turn to look, but used a storefront glass to provide me a glimpse
as I passed.
?She?s got a great set of gams buddy. Watch how her cheeks move in that
skirt. Yummy.? They were speaking loud enough to assure I heard their
comments.
I continued to walk along the stone floor, my heels clicking in the near
empty space. I realized they might actually follow me outside, so I
decided to step into a Men?s store on the right. Immediately the tall
salesperson scoped out what was happening and moved to encounter the two
guys.
?I think the Security team might be on the way boys, better move along
now.? I hadn?t stopped to witness his intervention, moving about as if I
was shopping for a shirt.
He approached and I noted that his tag said William, ?They?re gone Miss.
Sorry for the difficult moment. You avoided a possible problem, this
time. Shopping this late can bring out the goons.?
I turned to him, not acknowledging the danger, ?I?m sorry, what do you
mean??
He studied my face, ?I assumed those two were hounding you as you were
leaving, it?s my error Miss.? He blushed as I looked at him quietly for
several moments, then without thinking I licked my lips, crossing the tip
of my tongue over the smooth NARS Scarlet cream on my lips. Theresa had
lined the edge with a Velvet pencil.
?I have to close Miss, Good evening, oh. Did you want to buy that shirt??
I placed it in his hand and smiled, than I turned slowly about my left
heel, my right hand absently touching his lower arm as I moved by and
left him standing there. I saw him reflected in a mirror near the
entrance. He was standing still, his eyes watching my bottom as my heels
hit the stone flooring beyond the carpet.
The encounter was magically. I had flirted with this stranger, my
excitement was evident to no one. I hadn?t considered a male as a sex
partner until a moment ago, yet I had reviewed his height, posture, his
suit and shoes, but stopped my gaze a moment at his torso. He appeared a
little stiff and I wondered where this interest might lead. Could I adopt
a whole new sexuality together with the other changes? As I walked passed
Nordstrom I saw a large photo of a beautiful model, dressed loosely in
tight pants and heels, bent in a way that her blouse was open and her bra
slightly exposed as was her breast. I felt moistness in my thong.
During the past few evenings I had visited several websites that
presented ?girls?, boys who?d become girls, natural looking females. The
time reviewing these images convinced me that something special was
happening to my life. I wasn?t alone in the ability to pass, to mimic a
woman, but I needed to be aware that this was no small task, nor a game.
The adjustments I would be making were huge and I hoped for acceptance by
others possible. I didn't have an extend family to deal with; they were
on the other coast. I was uncertain when I might explain myself to them,
if ever. At least I had found a focus and I was enjoying the changes, the
rest may not be so easy.
To be continued,
?Hallie? would not do for her new name. Maybe she will be Sara.
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