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I took a deep breath and started slowly down the stairs. I actually expected to be more nervous than I was, but having watched Simone talk to the staff, I found them to be a nice group, and their loyalty to Simone was a good sign. Even though my heels were only two inches high, I was a bit wobbly on the stairs. When I was about halfway down Simone reached up and took my hand, steadying me for the rest of the way down. I could feel all of the women's eyes on me, though Penny's jaw dropped slightly. I imagine I'd have made a similar face if I were seeing myself descend the stairs as well. "Ladies," Simone said with a flourish, "May I introduce Angel. My Angel." Lily was the first to speak up. "So, you realize how ridiculous this whole thing sounds, don't you?" she asked with a more than a little apprehension. The others nodded. "Oh yeah. If you told me four days ago, I'd be here and looking like this I'd ask what you were smoking," I admitted. "And how do you like being a girl so far?" Tiffany added. "I'm still adjusting. I've got to say that physically this body feels incredible, but I suspect that's more of her doing," I said as I pointed to Simone. "All of this girly stuff is a big adjustment." Sonja was next. "You mean like having to pee sitting down?" I giggled a bit at that one. "I'm going to let you all in on a little secret," I said in a conspiratorial tone. "Guys don't always stand up to pee. If we only have to do number one, then yes, but if there's, um, more to do, then we can sit and take care of everything in one sitting." Simone took charge, seemingly happy with the opportunity to change the subject. "Now the clients are going to wonder what happened to Collette. The story is going to be that she's decided to take a trip around the world. She just wanted to do something impulsive so she left the salon in care of me, her cousin Simone. I'll take all of Collette's clients of course." "Would Collette really leave without saying anything to anyone?" Tiffany asked. "Probably not. Then again, leaving like that would be tough for me, umm, her, so it's kind of like pulling off a bandage. You do it quickly because it hurts more if you do it slowly. "OK, girls, there'll be plenty of time for questions later, but we've got a salon to open in a few minutes," Simone said, abruptly ending the conversation and then she turned to Penny. "And someone needs a make- under, pronto." Penny had just been eyeing me from head to toe from the time I got downstairs, and I couldn't tell if she was just wary of me and the whole situation or if there was something more as hinted by the way she'd avert her eyes whenever I looked in her direction, but Simone made her snap to attention. "Um, yeah, right," Penny said, clearly flustered, lost in thought. With that, the girls scattered and Simone led me to my station at the front of the shop. It was a high counter with a clearscreen computerized desktop, not an actual desk, so I'd be standing most of the time. There was a high stool for when I needed to sit, and Simone warned me to keep my legs together or crossed when sitting on it, as she'd noticed I still sat like a guy most of the time. Simone logged in to the desk computer and quickly created an account for me with the password "ilovepussy". Then she renamed her personal account so all instances of "Collette" were replaced by "Simone." I could view the schedules for the whole staff side to side and immediately noticed that Tiffany and Sonja had clients due any moment while Lily and Simone could each relax for the next half hour. The scheduling system was very intuitive and I quickly learned how to search through the client database to bring up the clients' histories and preferences. All of the stylists take holopictures of their clients when they're done and send it to the appointment system, so there were pictures of each client next to their names on the schedule. That would allow me to recognize and greet each client by name. A simple tap on the screen would send a signal to the appropriate stylists' station informing them of the arrival. Simone preferred that system, as it was the most efficient, it allowed me to stay at my station and more importantly, it meant I didn't have to call across the salon, which Simone said was something that just wasn't appropriate in a high-class environment. Simone then told me more about what was going to be expected of me. I was to be on my best manners at all times. I was to treat our clients with the utmost respect and deference to their requests. There was a small waiting area and I was not to leave my station if anyone was waiting unless summoned by one of the stylists. I was to offer the clients wine and refreshments when they arrived, take payments when they were done, schedule their next appointments and remember to ask if they need to purchase any shampoo, conditioner or styling product. Most importantly, I was to do everything quickly, efficiently and with a smile on my face because our clientele were very upscale and their time was to be respected. I assured Simone I could handle it and she rewarded my confidence by pinching my ass. I already knew about the small fridge behind my counter with the water bottles, so Simone took me over to the cabinet in the back storage area with the wine and food. As we walked around one of the corners, I could see Penny sitting impatiently under the hair growth machine while removing all of the jewelry from her face and putting it all in a little pouch. Simone showed me the pre-prepared plates of cheese and crackers I could offer the customers, then a crash course in the red and white wines as well as which wines would go best with each cheese. The caterer delivers new plates weekly on Wednesdays, so I'd have to confirm the orders on Tuesdays. Simone also showed me where all of the supplies like shampoo, conditioner colors and other styling products were kept. An automated inventory system tracked each item via e-tags, so I could check supply levels form my station. All I would need to do is send orders to Simone for approval and they'd be delivered the next day. One order was scheduled to arrive today so it was unlikely I'd have to submit another order for at least a week. However, I would still need to know where everything was in case one of the stylists needed me to fetch something for them. We left the storage room and I crashed right into Penny. Given that I was a full foot taller than her, Penny's face practically bounced off my left breast. It seemed accidental enough, though considering how she'd been staring at me earlier I had my doubts. Her hair was now grown out enough to cover her scalp tattoos, a light shade of reddish-brown, perhaps about three inches long at the top, short on the sides and back. It was brushed forward from the back and finished in a long swoop in the front. Now with the piercings gone and the tattoos on her scalp covered by her hair, her makeup still looked out of place. Penny apologized profusely but barely made eye contact with me, instead remaining fixated on my breast for an awkward half-second too long before scurrying away. Simone saw everything but said nothing, so I let it drop, though it still lingered with me. I didn't have any time to dwell on it as I heard the tiny chime signal from the entrance. I recognized Sonja's first client of the day, Abby Dodson, an attractive brunette who looked to be in her mid-thirties, from the schedule I'd seen a few moments prior. I rushed over to my desk to greet her while Simone headed back to her Station. Reaching over the front of my desk to tap the tile that would alert that her client had arrived, I quickly composed what to say in my head. "Good morning, Ms. Dodson. Welcome back to Collette's For Women, I'm Angel the new receptionist. I've let Sonja know you're here and she should be with you any moment." I paused to catch my breath and catching the slight smile on the client's face. "Would like a beverage or snack while you wait, perhaps some wine?" I realized I probably shouldn't offer wine so early in the morning, so I made a mental note that perhaps I shouldn't mention wine before lunchtime. Her face lit up at the mention of the wine. "Oh, I'd love some wine, thank you! Do you still have the chardonnay I had last time?" she asked. I tossed the mental note I'd just made into the mental wastebasket. "Let me see if the previous receptionist made a note," I said, peeking down at my screen. "I'm sorry, there's no note, so let me go see what we have. Please have a seat and I'll be right back," I chirped and scurried off to the back room. I quickly found two matching bottles, so I took both and a glass, put them on a tray and carried them out. I couldn't have been gone more than a minute yet when I returned the client was gone. I looked around the corner to Sonja's station and there was Ms. Dodson getting comfortable in the chair. Sonja was at her terminal and had just called up a 3D hologram of the "after" picture from her client's previous visit. "Ms. Dodson, I found the wines." I showed her the two bottles. She immediately recognized one as the one she'd had previously, so I poured her a glass as Sonja began asking her client what she wanted to have done, while both looked at the hologram. It struck me as odd that they didn't really greet each other with the traditional small talk. I thought about it for a moment and realized that ninety percent of the time the client was in the salon was occupied by just small talk, so it made sense to handle the important discussion first, then move on to the minutia of their daily lives. I handed her the glass of wine and told her to let me know if she'd like a refill later on. I'd barely turned around when there was Simone behind me. I was fortunate I didn't spill the wines. She gave me a little wink then moved past me and introduced herself to Ms. Dodson, repeating the cover story about how she was taking over the shop for Collette while she was traveling the world. I was keeping an eye on the front door since another client was due to arrive any moment, but I stuck around to watch the conversation. Simone insisted that Sonja continue with the consultation so all eyes fell on the hologram. Ms. Dodson's style was attractive enough, long with a slight wave ending a few inches below her shoulders, but wasn't the type to stand out in a crowd. While the conversation continued, Simone called up images from all of Ms. Dodson's previous visits and aligned them side by side. "Wow, you haven't really changed your hair up in what, two years?" Simone said with a slight note of disapproval. "I like it, and my husband likes it this way," Ms. Dodson replied with a corresponding note of defensiveness. "Well, yeah, it's nice enough, and Sonja does an amazing job. I just look at you and see with your features and your eyes, I think you'd look great with short hair. Long hair is pretty, but it's just hiding your face. I'm thinking a long bowl cut with lots of volume at the top, and take the color up about ten shades." "What?!" Ms. Dodson replied incredulously. "I've had long hair forever and my husband would hate short hair." Simone clearly wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Here, check this out," she said while tapping and gesturing at the terminal, and with that the hologram shimmered and was replaced by the same head with the new hairstyle as Simone had described it. She reached out and rotated the image so Ms. Dodson could see it from all angles. It really did look cute and exposed her pretty face, which was currently hiding under waves of hair. She actually looked a lot younger. Ms. Dodson's apprehension softened somewhat once she saw what it looked like. "Here's the same cut styled for a night out at a fancy affair," Simone said as she tapped a few more keys. The hologram shimmered again and instead of all the hair being brushed forward it was wavy and mostly pushed back with a swirl in front. The makeup changed as well to something more attention grabbing. "Elegant" was the word I'd have come up with. The client's eyes were widening and we could sense her resistance fading. "And here's the same cut when you're dressing to kill," Simone delivered with a flourish. The hair reformatted once again to look brushed back from the crown with a lot of height and a lot of texture. The makeup was dark and smoky with her lips a deep red with the effect of making her lips look thicker. It made her look very assertive and very sexy. "So what do you say?" Simone asked. "I just don't know. It's so drastic. I think I'd like it, but I don't know if my husband would." Sonja finally spoke up. "If your husband gets home and sees you looking like this he'll get a boner so hard it'll rip through his pants!" Well, give Sonja credit for bluntness. Ms. Dodson squirmed in her seat, consumed by indecision. "OK, I'm going to seal the deal," Simone declared. "You let Sonja do your hair like this, the sexy version, Penny will do your makeup, and you don't pay when you leave. You go home, dress up nice, and watch your husband's reaction when he gets home. Then you come back here tomorrow and let us know how it went. If you like it then you can pay then, and give Sonja the biggest tip you've ever given, and if you don't like it, you don't have to pay a cent and we'll regenerate your hair in the grower for free." "Are... are you sure? Hair regrowth costs what, ten times as much as a cut and color, doesn't it? Did Collette put you in charge with the intention that you'd give her business away?" Clearly, Ms. Dodson didn't know that Collette/Simone probably lost money on every single customer already. "I'll worry about that," Simone said. "Actually, I'm not worried. You are going to be gorgeous and you know it too." The last bit of resistance was gone. "Go for it," Ms. Dodson squealed. "I promise you'll love it!" Simone said, leaning over to give Ms. Dodson a little hug. The timing was perfect because I saw the next customer arriving from a corner of a mirror, so I hurried back to my desk to greet her. I hadn't noticed that Penny was right behind me, ready to take Ms. Dodson to the shampoo area, so I had to pass by her closely again. As I walked back to my desk, I recalled what Ms. Dodson said about the cost of using the hair regrowth machine and realized that Penny had used it for free. I guess that was one of the fringe benefits of the job. I was also sure that I'd learn how it worked and felt in the not-too- distant future after Simone cuts my hair short then would decide she wants it long again. Then I thought of the money I was making for this job, realized I actually enjoyed the beauty treatments, and the smile came right back to my face as I greeted and served the next client. The next client was Ella Ventrine, an anchor on the local news, though she didn't look anything like she did on TV. She was dressed in sweats with her shoulder-length blonde hair in a ponytail. I greeted her as I did the previous client, but Tiffany waved her back to her station immediately upon arrival, so there was nothing for me to do once I'd confirmed that she didn't want any refreshments, though I did flag Ms. Dodson's account with the name of the wine she liked for new time. I saw Simone go over to greet the news anchor to introduce herself as I assumed she was probably going to do for every client for the next several weeks. Looking down at my station, I decided to see what else the computer could do. First, I checked my personal email, which I realized I hadn't done in several days, saw nothing of interest or importance and deleted everything in my inbox. Then I saw some controls that would let me view the activity at each station as well as listen in on the conversations using directional sound broadcast, so only the person behind the station could hear it. No one off to the side would hear anything, so I could safely eavesdrop on the entire salon (with the apparent exception of Simone's office) without anyone knowing. To test it out I selected the shampoo station where Penny was mid- lather, assuring Ms. Dodson that she was making the right decision to go short. One more tap showed me Tiffany's station. Simone was trying to convince the news anchor to try something radically different with her hair as she'd done with Ms. Dodson, only to be shut down immediately because, as she explained, the terms of her contract forbid her from significantly altering her appearance without prior approval from station management. Simone remained at Tiffany's station making small talk. It would still be a while until the next clients arrived, and I saw that Lily was the only one of the staff unoccupied, so I walked over to talk to her. She was sitting in her styling chair looking lost in thought then stood up as I approached. "Hi Angel," she said, putting as much dripping sarcasm into my temporary name as possible. I immediately regretted coming over. "Well, that's what I get for letting Simone choose a name," I replied with a smile, hoping to disarm Lily's hostility. "If it helps it was 'Murph' until a few days ago. I still feel like Murph up here," I said, pointing to my head. "Well, you do move like a guy. You'll have to work on that." "According to Simone I've made a lot of progress on that. She's a good teacher but that's something that's not going to change overnight." Lily broke eye contact while I was talking. Something I said clearly upset her. She took a deep breath to collect her thoughts. "That woman over there, it's not Collette any more. I don't care what she's calling herself now, but it's not her." "Yeah, Dave really messed her up." "That's putting it mildly. Her body and personality and sexuality have completely changed and I'm supposed to believe it's the same person?" She was struggling to keep her voice down so nobody else could hear. I let her words hang a few moments before replying. "I never met her before that night. From what I've seen since then and based on what she's told me, the way she's treated me and the obvious respect you all have for her, she's a brilliant, caring and generous person." "That's what I'm worried about. She's taken all of us in, helped us all when we were at our lowest. Collette is the most generous person you or I will ever meet. Now with all those changes to her personality how do I know how it hasn't affected her compassion, her kind-heartedness? Not just for us but for all of the charities and causes she supports?" I tried to recall word for word as best as I could everything Dave had commanded of Collette, parsing out every word and phrase for Lily. "I don't think anything he did to her will affect that part of her," I concluded. "She may be a little more self-indulgent and hedonistic as she explores her new, umm, personality aspects." Lily seemed to be accepting of everything I told her, but I had more to add. "Don't forget that she's become a virtual prisoner here. She can't go anywhere where she might accidentally see a man. I'm worried that she's going to have a major case of cabin fever before I can figure out how to get Dave to get her back to normal. All I have to do is play Lesbo Barbie Playhouse for a few months and I get to go back to my life, but if she's not back to normal by then how is she going to function without someone like me to interact with the outside world for her who she can trust enough to keep her secret?" That's when Lily did the last thing I expected: She reached out and gave me a big hug. "You've won me over. You really do care," she said. "Don't worry, we'll all help you. One thing I can tell you about Collette, well Simone, is that when starts something new she goes in one hundred ten percent." "Oh yeah, I've noticed that," I replied. "She seems to overdo everything." The grin on Lily's face told me she noticed that I was subtly referring to the giant detachable penis that Simone had described in detail to the girls earlier. "You get used to it. One time I told her how I'd been in minor fender bender with a moron who wasn't using auto-drive and I'd have to get a rental while it was being fixed. So that day she offers to take me out to dinner after work but instead just takes me to a dealership and buys me a new car." "Oh, that must be terrible!" I said with a chuckle, thinking of how any boss I'd ever had before would react if I'd made the same complaint. "It actually took a long time because she felt if she bought me a car she had to get one for all the girls in the shop." "Sure, she can't go treating employees unevenly and creating a hostile work environment," I said as dryly as I could. Lily tried stifling a giggle but failed then I found myself laughing with her at my stupid little joke. "But you know," Lily continued as she recovered, "All of us feel guilty sometimes. She takes such good care of us, especially since her husband passed, that it's hard not to feel like we're just taking advantage of her, even though I don't think any of us have ever asked her for anything. Well, except Penny I guess. Hmmm, well, maybe she never really asked for anything. But I understand the relationship and the way Collette kind of feels responsible for her." My ears pricked up at the mention of Penny, though that non-explanation was confusing as hell. "Um, yeah, what's the deal with Penny?" I asked in a quiet, conspiratorial voice. "She seems to be quite the... free spirit?" "Collette, er, I mean Simone, damn, that's going to be hard to get used to, hasn't told you about Penny?" Lily appeared surprised that I didn't know anything about Penny. I shook my head and silently mouthed the word "no." "Well, I don't think it's really my place to go into it." I was expecting some kind of juicy and interesting story, but I was going to have to wait to hear it. I wasn't going to have the chance to ask any more questions as the phone rang at my station, the double-ring tone indicating it was a video call. I rushed over, aligned myself properly behind the screen, put on a big smile and tapped the console to answer. "Good morning, Collette's for Women, I'm Angel, and how may I help you today?" The screen showed a beautiful young Asian woman with straight black hair and minimal makeup. She was dressed in a casual business suit, so she was clearly at work. The phone interfaced with the salon systems and displayed the caller's information. She was Suzanne Takashi, a regular customer of Tiffany's. "Hi there," she said. "Can you see if Tiffany can squeeze me in at the end of the day for a quick styling? I've got a big date tonight and I couldn't possibly go looking like this." She ran her hands from the top of her head through the length of her hair. Of course, she looked better than any girl I'd ever dated, yet she felt like she wasn't attractive enough. Everything is relative I guess. The computer system was very smart. It had recognized the caller from the Caller ID, looked up her history at the salon to determine that she was Tiffany's client and displayed Tiffany's schedule for the week. Unfortunately, it looked like she was booked solid through 5:30pm closing time. She didn't have any openings all week. I also noticed for the first time that we opened late and stayed open until 7:30pm on Thursdays, something Simone had not mentioned to me. "I'm sorry, it looks like she's all booked up." "Oh, you must be new. I doubt she has any openings until the next century. Can you please ask her if she can squeeze me in?" "Certainly, please hold," I said and scrambled for the hold button. I tapped the intercom for Tiffany's station and explained the situation. "Sure, tell her to come in at 5:30. I can never turn her down," came the reply. I relayed the message to the client who promptly thanked me and hung up. The rest of the day went much more smoothly than I could have hoped. After my talk with Lily, both Tiffany and Sonja made time to come talk to me when they had a spare moment. Sonja was the only married one in the bunch and she and her husband were thinking of having a child soon. Her husband was a junior VP at a marketing firm in town, yet Sonja made more money than he did. Of course, she'd make only a third of what she did if she worked at any other comparable salon. Tiffany was between boyfriends and apparently in no hurry to start dating again. I'd learned that Lily was dating a guy but she hinted that she'd dated girls in the past. Between the attention she paid to her own clients and introducing herself to new clients, Simone didn't have much time for me other than to help me when I got confused about the scheduling system. I could tell she was keeping a close eye on me to make sure I was handling things properly. Once clients had starting entering she was all business except for one time when she pinched my ass when she was certain nobody else could see us. She'd also ducked into her office a few times during the day for about five minutes each time and carefully evaded telling me what she was doing. All she would say was that she was shopping. As I suspected she would, Simone tried to convince nearly every client to do something drastic or at least noticeably different with her hair, with a success rate of perhaps half. That first client, Abby Dodson, ended up going with a color even lighter then Simone had suggested, a bright platinum with darker undertones for shading, and she was stunning when Sonja was done with her and Penny had done her makeup. Another woman came in with shoulder length black hair and left with the same pink and blonde cupcake style Simone had given me for my shopping trip. One woman came in, took one look at my hairstyle and demanded her hair be made to look the same. We posed for "twinsies" pictures together afterward. One cute brunette with a large mass of soft, black curls and breasts that were only barely contained by her top actually started hitting on me. I told her was I flattered, but I was in a relationship. Collette's for Women has an incredibly attractive clientele, and I found myself enjoying my job far more than I'd ever have expected. I learned the staff would pick a restaurant to order lunch from each day and have it delivered to the salon. Unfortunately, because the salon does not close for lunch nobody could really eat together. In fact, the early afternoon was the busiest time of the day as women came in to have their hair done during their lunch hours from work. Women with kids tended to dominate the earlier hours so they could be done before the kids got home from school and women without kids took up most of the 2pm and later slots. We did have a bit of a scare when a deliveryman came into the salon with a shipment of shampoo and conditioner. Simone was between clients and just coming out of her office and saw only a brief glimpse of the man, but it was enough to make her shriek and duck back into the office, closing the door behind her. I don't know exactly what the stylists told their clients who saw Simone's display, but whatever they said seemed to do the trick. The deliveryman himself was clearly bothered, wondering why someone just screamed at him. I found myself once again scrambling to come up with an excuse. "Umm, I can't be sure, I'll go check with her, but Simone is kind of a jokester. Granted, she's the only one who gets her jokes most of the time, but she's a spectacular stylist." I hoped that lines of bull would end that conversation. "Well, OK. At least that wasn't Collette. Is she here?" "I can sign for any deliveries." "Oh, it's not that. I just wanted to talk to her. Hi, I'm Tom," he said, putting his hand out. I shook his hand back, and then I told him the cover story about Collette having gone a trip and leaving Simone in charge. "Oh, that's a shame. I didn't get to say goodbye. I always looked forward to our little chats. She was always very understanding." He unloaded the two boxes as he spoke, leaving then at the front desk near the retail counter. I didn't want to pry as to the nature of their chats so I just said "Well, I only got to know her very briefly before she was gone," which was technically accurate enough that it wasn't a lie. "But she certainly seemed understanding to me. I'll let her know you said hello next time she collects her messages." "Thank you so much, I appreciate it," he said a bit distractedly. He was looking at me with his head cocked then looked me over from head to toe, making me feel a bit uncomfortable. "Can I ask you a personal question?" he asked. I was a little afraid he was going to hit on me, but I was curious and decided to let it play out. "OK," I said tentatively. "I'm sorry if I'm wrong, and I don't think I am, but you were a man until very recently, weren't you?" I don't know how I held my composure when he said that. I don't think I even so much as blinked. "What would make you say that?" "I've always been very observant. Pretty much everything about you, from your facial expressions, to your speech patterns to how you move is very masculine. And that was clearly a man's handshake." "You're right," I said, figuring that even though he got that right, I didn't have to give him any other accurate details. "I always just felt like a girl inside, so voila." "How did you handle your transition period?" "My what?" I panicked when I didn't know what he was talking about. I didn't want to make him suspicious. "Your transition period? The two years you have to spend living as a woman before you can have a legal sex change?" Now he was clearly skeptical. "Oh, that," I scrambled. "I skipped it. Just went straight to the main course." "And just how did you manage that?" His tone made it clear he found something fishy about my story. Instead of answering verbally, I rubbed my beautifully manicured thumb against my beautifully manicured middle finger, making the international sign for persuasive money. "That shouldn't be possible." This time I made the same "money" motion with both hands and he got the answer he was looking for as he nodded in understanding. "Wow, how many people did you have to pay off? And how does a beauty salon receptionist have enough money to just buy her way through the process?" "Well, if it's the right person, just one. And let's just say I have a rich benefactor." I said that part about the benefactor with what I hoped was a sly smile. Then something clicked in my head. "How do you know so much about it?" "Well, that's what I used to talk to Collette about. I'm going to officially start my transition in a few weeks and she's always been very supportive. She promised she'd do my hair for me." I hadn't looked that closely at Tom, yet I hadn't picked up any particularly feminine vibes from him. Considering how he'd seen right through me, he obviously knew more about the whole topic than I did, which was very little. I also realized that I should probably check in on Simone, so I tried to cut the conversation short. "Well, I promise to pass the message along to Collette when she checks in. I hope everything goes well for you." I signed his tablet and he began to head for the door before turning around. "Umm, you know, I belong to a support group for trans people like us. Maybe you'd like to come by?" "No, I don't think that's a good idea. I don't want word spreading about how I was able to jack the system." "You're probably right. Well, I'll see you next time. It was nice meeting you." As soon as he stepped out the door, I rushed to see Simone in the office. She'd calmed down by the time I got there and was seated at her desk, just staring off into space. She told me how she hated the fat that she wouldn't be able to talk to Tom until after his transition period. She didn't think she'd be able to avoid her conditioning when Tom was in his transition phase, as she'd know he was still a guy dressed as a woman. It was creepy to watch her whenever she'd start to get sad about it she then suddenly repeated that she loved what Dave did to her and she'd be all smiles again. Simone also said the next time Tom came in I was to introduce him to Sonja. She would ask Sonja to be his personal stylist and to do whatever he asks at no charge every other week. Then she rummaged through her desk for a few moments to grab some paper and a pen. I noticed her handwriting was quite good, a lost art these days, as she wrote out a note to Tom regretting not having said goodbye. "I don't imagine the expense of transitioning is inexpensive, and I know the cost of elective cocooning is more than you probably make in a year, so please take the enclosed as a token of my friendship," she wrote, then added, "I know you'll be a beautiful woman because you're a beautiful person. Love, Collette." She folded the letter, put it in an envelope, then inserted a credit chip loaded with about what I assumed Tom earned in a year. "Wow, you really are ridiculously generous, aren't you?" "Well, when you have more money than you could ever spend on yourself in several lifetimes it feels like a social duty to use it to help others. Don't worry though; I support lots of charities for the homeless, orphans, animals and medical research, not just random transsexual delivery men." I was struck by a sudden thought. "You know, speaking of men, perhaps we could rearrange the area by your station so that you won't have a direct view of the front door and waiting area and your office door would be blocked from it as well." Pictures of the salon and other ideas were filling my head. "You've got a lot of wasted open space here," I continued. "And, actually, if Penny does both shampooing and makeup, then why have those areas at opposite sides of the salon? Then we can move the retail display to the opposite side of that wall facing the waiting area and not only have we opened up the room a whole bunch, but you've even got room for another station of you want to bring on another stylist." "Wow, that's some spatial space skills you've got there. I liked all of it! Draw it up and show me later." Whenever I had some down time the rest of the day I'd call up the floor plan of the salon on the computer and experiment with new layouts. When I'd found what I thought were the two optimal layouts, one for keeping the same number of styling stations and one for adding one, I sent copies of each to Simone. Finally, Tiffany's "urgent" client arrived, signaling the near-end of the day. Simone finished up with her last client, whom she'd convinced to go with a platinum style that reminded me of the first time she'd done my hair when I still had the same body as Simone, though it wasn't anywhere near as outrageous as mine was that night. Simone said that Tiffany would handle the checkout for her client and close up the shop. We were no longer needed and could head upstairs for the night. Before that though, Simone asked Tiffany to give her a random three-digit number and a two-digit number. Tiffany was puzzled when Simone would not tell her why but went ahead and picked 345 and 67. Simone wouldn't respond to my prodding either, but told me to remember them for tomorrow morning. Even though I'd just finished working a full day, much of it spent on my feet, I felt great and still full of energy. I was enjoying this body even more, as I'd always felt exhausted at the end of my work shifts when I was still in my male body. I mentioned this to Simone and she agreed that she felt spectacular as well, but that starting the next morning we'd both start an exercise routine together. She asked if I could swim, which I could. I thought was an odd question until she told me she'd she a pool built on the roof years ago. Into the office then up the stairs we went. "I'll never have an easier commute than this," I quipped. Simone made a beeline for the apartment's front door. She opened it, and waiting for her must have been a dozen boxes of different sizes and shapes, leaving her as giddy as a five year old at her birthday party about to open her presents. We set on the floor and got to work. Once we started opening the boxes, it was clear that no five year old should be anywhere near these presents. The first box Simone decided to open contained five of the realistic detachable penises but in far more practical and manageable sizes. I tried to picture one of them attached to Simone's crotch as she fucked me with it and I started to get turned on. The rest of the boxes were no better. I got the idea that Simone wanted to open a sex-toy shop of her very own. There were dildoes, strap-ons, vibrators, something I think was a chastity belt, handcuffs and other bondage toys, harnesses, gags, nipple clamps and several other things I didn't recognize at all. I hoped I'd get to use some of them on Simone instead of her using them on me all the time. She must have been reading my mind because when I next looked at her she'd put a collar with hooks on the side around her neck and placed her hands at the sides where they'd normally be cuffed to the collar and asked if I had any ideas of what I'd do to her if she were in that position. I decided I could play coy as well. "What, tell you now and spoil the surprise? Forget it." But while her hands were still behind her head I reached out and grabbed both of her nipples and gave them a good pinch. Simone reacted with mock indignation. "Oooooh, look who's getting frisky. We'll see about that." She lunged forward at me, knocking me onto my back and pinning my arms down. Granted, I wasn't putting up much of a fight. With my arms stuck, she started gnawing through my top at my nipples. She moved both my hands behind my head, told me to keep them there "or else", then just went to town mashing on my tits. They stayed encased in my bra the whole time, but she kept pushing, pulling and kneading, driving me crazy. I relaxed, letting her have her way with me and enjoying the feeling, but she ruined it all by stopping abruptly. She hopped up to her feet, took my hand any pulled me up. "It's time for tonight's girly lesson," she exclaimed. "My what?" "Girly lessons. Lessons on how to behave more like a girl. You've got the look down but there are still lots of things you need to learn." "Like...?" "Tonight it's how to walk in high heels. Wait here," she said, and then walked off to the master bedroom. She returned carrying three different pairs of shoes, each with increasingly higher heels and handed me the pair with the shortest heels, some red pumps around three inches. I put them on without saying a word since I knew protesting would be fruitless. I thought about how easily Tom had detected out the truth so I figured I should do whatever Simone suggested to help me pass as a woman. For the next fifteen minutes Simone made me walk back and forth repeatedly, instructing me on my stride, how to move my arms, holding my shoulders back, and on and on. It got rather confusing and only made me feel more awkward. "OK, I think I've figured it out," Simone finally exclaimed. It's not your body; it's your mind. You still think like a guy. You're charging forward as you walk, like all you're trying to do is get where you're going?" "Come on, you've had breasts all your life. I've never had to deal with this kind of weight pulling me forward with every step," I complained. "Besides, isn't that the point of walking? To get where you're doing?" "There's more to it for you. You are a blazing hot piece of ass now! Everything about you oozes sex appeal except for your motion. You need to think sexy. Think about what your tits and ass look like as you walk," She explained. "I know I am...," she added with a slight purr in her voice. I tried again but apparently, I still didn't quite get it. "I have another idea," she said, practically beaming. "Take off everything except your panties and I'll be right back." I had no idea what she had in mind making me undress like that, but I figured I'd just play along. After all, it was kind of fun. I took of my outfit then my bra, freeing my breasts from what was actually a comfortable foundation. Simone had explained to me that breasts my size required an underwire bra, which can get uncomfortable, but the bras she bought for me had electronics built into the cups to shift the stress points evenly to increase the comfort. By spreading out the pressure in that manner, the perceived stress was much less. Also, as Simone would explain to me later, my breasts had a lot of natural support just because of the way she designed them. They were firm and round and had the look of a set of perfect implants, but it was all flesh. My balance would have been worse since the bounce factor was minimized. They felt amazing too... I heard her rummaging through some of the packages that we hadn't unpacked the previous day, and then she practically came sprinting back holding some kind of garment. She held it up and I recognized it immediately. It was a stiff leather corset with built in shelf bra. "Really? That's going to help?" I asked, though I was already resigned to putting it on. "Or is just going to turn you on some more?" "Both," Simone proclaimed. "I'm multitasking. Now, arms up." I did as she asked. Simone stood behind me, positioned the corset to ensure my generous breasts fit perfectly into the cups then hooked a few latches on the back. It was snug, but not uncomfortable, so I started taking a step. "Whoa there!" Simone said. She pulled on some of the laces from the back and stopped me mid-step, jerking me back to her. "I'm not done yet. You're not laced up." "What? It feels fine," I countered. "It's a corset, babe. It's supposed to be tight," she said. There was still no use resisting and she spent the next minute pulling and tugging on the laces until it felt impossibly tight around my waist. The bra cups had pulled in, pushing in on my breasts and making my cleavage line higher on my chest. "Almost done," she said between tugs. "Almost? What's left? If you keep going I won't be able to breathe!" "Don't be silly. If you can talk then you can breathe. Now lean back just a little bit then hold still," she commanded. I did as she said and I heard a click. At that point, I could no longer bend at the waist. "Ooooh, you've got to see how this looks! Come here!" She guided me to the big wallscreen, which was a bit difficult in the corset, and ordered the camera on. I saw a live, nearly full-size image of myself in the corset. It had pulled my waist in by what looked like several inches and it was sexy as hell. My body didn't have a particularly large ass, but the tiny waist made it look much larger. Of course it was still a bit uncomfortable but that didn't even register as got horny just watching myself. Simone straightened out a few hairs on my head that had been mussed when I undressed, and then she applied a darker lipstick that I hadn't noticed she'd brought with her. The lipstick I'd been wearing all day hadn't smeared or faded at all, but this was a much darker and sexier color. Simone tossed the lipstick aside, put one hand behind my neck and started kissing me very sensuously. With her other hand she started rubbing my pussy beneath my panties, discovering to no surprise that I was already wet. Just when I thought we'd best start heading toward the bedroom, she stopped abruptly. "OK, enough teasing. Do a good job and you can have lots more of that. Now, walk!" she commanded. I would have walked through fire at that moment if it meant she'd resume pleasuring me but I was going to have to wait. I had to admit that wearing the corset made a huge difference. Despite the discomfort, it made my body move differently. I could feel the difference in my posture and I looked like a runway model when I could see myself walking towards the TV. Simone helped me find just the right length of stride, how to swing my arms just so. Landing properly on each step was the biggest challenge, as the first pair had large chunky heels, but after fifteen minutes she had me switch to a new pair, (stilettos, she told me) with a higher heel but less surface area on the ground, not even a full square inch. The secret was learning to put my weight on my toes. Once I lost my fear of falling forward it became fun and I loosened up. At last, it was time to try on the shoes with the highest heels. They may have been some of the sexiest shoes I've ever seen, black with rhinestones, a thin six-inch heels, and straps that wrapped halfway up my calves. Simone slapped my ass as a signal for me to start walking, then went over to the phone to order some dinner, leaving me on my own. It took some time but I finally felt like I'd put it all together. I kept practicing for another fifteen minutes. Simone had stationed herself on the sofa, watching me and fingering herself while giving me instructions to go forward, stop, turn left, turn right, and giving me tips every few minutes. Even with my awkwardness and frequent stumbles, I had to admit I was putting on a hell of a sexy show. Simone then got up and stood in front of me. "Now, to increase the degree of difficulty a little bit," she teased. She reached out to my sides with both hands and tugged on the bra cups. To my surprise, they ripped right off, freeing my breasts from their confinement. They were only attached by Velcro. "With your beautiful tits freed up they'll swing side to side a bit. Let's see how that affects your balance." "Oh, wait, one more thing! You'll love this!" Somehow I doubted whatever she had in mind was something I'd love. "Hold still," she said. Simone grabbed my right nipple , pulled it upwards a bit and with her free hand produced a gold nipple ring about an inch in diameter. She slid it right into the piercing I'd forgotten I had and clasped in it place, then repeated the process for my other breast. Once inserted they looked like the letter "O" with the top third flattened out, that was the part inserted into my nipple, and at the bottom of each was a large diamond. I hardly felt them at all once they were in. I couldn't decide whether this was a real test, since I doubted I'd ever have much call to walk around in six-inch heels with my ringed tits swinging free, or just Simone wanting to watch my tits bounce around. Either way I was having fun, so once again I just went with the flow. It turned out that it really did make a big difference. I had to time my steps with the swinging of my tits to keep my balance. If I went too fast or too slow they'd swing out on their own and throw me off to the side. Just to tease Simone a bit I took some strides holding my tits up and pinching my nipples. My fun was interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. I'd forgotten that dinner was on its way. "Your food is here," came the male voice from behind the door. "One second," I called out. I turned around to see that Simone's instincts kicked in and she had already fled down the hall to the bedroom and shut the door behind her. I headed for the bedroom as quickly as I could, which was not really all that fast in my heels, and the combination of speed and my swinging tits certainly didn't help things, but somehow I didn't fall. I turned the doorknob but it wouldn't budge: It was locked. "Let me in, I need to get something to wear!" "No!" Simone replied. "I'm not opening the door until he's gone!" "That's crazy," I said, perhaps not the best choice of words, but I pressed on. "You can't even see the front door from here. Just open the door and give me a robe or something!" "No!" she replied again, and she didn't reply to any of my other reasoning. I headed back to the front door again and yelled once more to the delivery boy "I'm sorry, I just need another minute." Given that Simone only seemed to order from high-class establishments, I doubted he'd just leave, but I didn't want to keep him waiting an unnecessarily long time either. I quickly looked around for the bra cups Simone had torn off but I couldn't find them anywhere. I recalled she'd been holding them when the delivery boy arrived so it's likely she took them with her. I grabbed a handful of cash that she'd taken out when she called in the order. Having no choice, I walked to the door, took a deep breath and opened the door. It was the same delivery boy I'd teased terribly the last time. He was perhaps five foot eight, and looked to be around twenty years old. Given that I must have been six-eight in my heels, my tits pointed directly at his face. Why was it that when I was briefly a delivery boy the only customers I ever saw in any state of undress were the ones I'd never, ever have wanted to see undressed? "I'm terribly sorry about how I'm dressed, I got locked out of the bedroom," I explained. The poor kid was struggling very hard to keep his composure. It took him three tries to speak before he could get a word out. "Umm, yes ma'am. Your, um, dinner," he stammered, holding up two bags. I took the two bags from him, trying to be as nonchalant as I could. It was hard navigating around my tits while trying to carry the food inside. I decided this kid was going to earn his giant tip tonight. "I'm sorry," I said in a near whisper, hoping it sounded sexy and alluring. "I don't think I can carry these to the table in these heels and tight, tight corset," emphasizing the "tight" with extra breathiness. "Can you please bring them inside?" "Oh, oh, oh kay," he managed to get out. He took the bags back then I started walking toward the dining room, adding as much wiggle to my walk as Simone had taught me earlier. Delivery boy followed silently and when we got to the table he put the bags down. "So, how much do I owe you?" I asked, trying again to sound seductive. "It's one, umm, one hundred and umm,.." and that was as much as he could say. He reached into his pocket for the receipt, his hand trembling. His hand was still shaking once he'd retrieved it and tried to read the amount. I reached out to steady his hand with one of my hands and took the paper from him with the other. I kept holding his hand while reading the receipt and it felt like I was holding the paint shaker at the hardware store. "Calm down, they're just breasts. Your mother has some," I joked, trying to calm him down. I think he chuckled a little bit. "Not like those, she didn't." Yeah, unless his mother was a stripper, it was unlikely. The check was for one hundred eighty, nearly twice the bill of the previous night. I didn't give it a second thought, figuring Simone had just ordered entrees that were more expensive this time. I realized I'd left the cash by the door when I'd first tried to take the food, so I let go of his hand and started walking towards the money, giving him yet another show. I peeled off four hundred from the stack and turned around to give it to him and noticed he was still standing by the table, his hand still held up where I'd let go, so engrossed at staring at me that I was afraid he'd start drooling. I puckered my lips and whistled at him while waving the bills. That snapped him out of his stupor. He walked over to me, tentatively at first, and it was easy to figure out why. I'd never, ever looked at a guy's crotch before, but the erection in his pants was unmistakable. He finally reached me, walking uncomfortably, and I thank him and handed him the money. To his credit, he accepted it without even counting it and put it in his pocket. Making what seemed like a difficult effort, he lifted his head to look me in the eyes. "I hope you enjoy your dinner. But may I ask you a question?" I smiled what I hoped was a sweet smile and said "Sure." "Does anyone here, you know, wear clothes?" That made me laugh out loud. The whole time I'd had to pretend I wasn't the same woman he saw here that previous night, so I played dumb. "Oh, are you the same delivery guy from a few nights ago? My girlfriend told me she flashed some poor kid. She can be such a tease. She just got her tits done and she's been showing them off to everyone she can. I'm just jealous that they're bigger than mine, that bitch." "Umm, OK. Well, umm, thanks again." "You are so welcome. By the way, what's your name? I want to make sure we request you bring our food every time we order from your place." I'm not sure if he was more excited about the potential of seeing me again or of the huge tips he's gotten from me, but he beamed at the thought. "It's Barry, ma'am, thank you so much. That's very kind of you." "I'm always happy to reward great service," I said, and opened the door for him to leave. He smiled and began to leave, "Oh, just one more thing," I said as he was one step out the door and he turned around. "Next time wear looser pants. You'll be more comfortable." He blushed so deeply a passer-by might have thought he'd been born in Bombay. I closed the door and called out to Simone to let her know we were alone. I didn't bother asking her to bring the bra cups since it was just the two of us. Simone came out of the bedroom and headed to the table. "That certainly took a while," she observed. "Look at me. How do you think a delivery boy is going to respond to this? And it was the same kid from the other night when all I had was the robe that barely covered anything. He probably thinks we're running a brothel!" I realized I was going to have to cut back on the flirting and teasing with poor Barry in the future so he doesn't get the wrong idea. I could just tell him I'm a lesbian, but I doubt that would change anything. Simone had begun unpacking the food when I noticed there were three entr?e containers instead of two. Had she ordered extra? There was no way the two of us could eat that much food, especially now that my appetite was less than half of what it was when I was a guy. I was about to ask Simone about the food when there was another knock on the door. Had Barry forgotten something? Simone scurried to the bedroom once again. I realized as I headed to the door that I wasn't even thinking out the shoes any more. I opened the door, expecting to see Barry, so as it opened I said "Hi, did you forget something?" Only it wasn't Barry at the door: It was Penny. If Barry had been transfixed by me earlier, Penny was utterly mesmerized. Her eyes widened like a cartoon character and her jaw dropped. Being a foot shorter than me and wearing heels much shorter than mine, Penny had to look up just to see my nipples. I was merely surprised. "Hi Angel," she said. "I want to fuck you soooo hard." To be continued... Next time: Dinner for three! We learn just what Penny's story is. There's more fun for Angel as she finds she has a knack for running a salon. And how will Angel react when Simone gets to wear the prosthetic dick? (You know, at the end of the last chapter I promised to go into Penny's story in this chapter, but I didn't. You'll live...)