Kim's Business Trip, Reimagined free porn video

Having cross dressed for years, I find my inhibitions have reduced over that time. At first, just dressing in my own room with the door closed and curtains drawn was scary. It took years before I could wear a nightgown or sexy nightie to bed and actually get any sleep. But over time, I got used to it, and now I can fall asleep in the sexiest silky nightgown in no time at all. But as the inhibitions lessened, the desire to do more grew. Going out of my bedroom into the house lead to being able to dress in a hotel room, and eventually roaming the hotel corridors in a bra stuffed with socks, a skirt, pantyhose and sexy heels in the early morning hours became easy to do. Now I walk in town parks, on the beach, and other places where it is possible to encounter another person, but not likely. As an aside, who knew that entering a cemetery after dark is a misdemeanor, and the officer who encounters anyone in a cemetery after dark is instructed to arrest them on the spot, handcuff them in the back seat of the cruiser to be booked, fingerprinted, and I should stop because thank God I had my driver's license with me and the officer I encountered took pity on me and let me go. Phew. Of course, I always did this well after dark. I had never ventured out during the daylight. Little did I know a simple business trip would change all that. The flight was uneventful, except that my luggage went missing. I did not panic as I always had a carry on with the important stuff: all my toiletries, a change of clothes, my laptop, etc. However, everything needed for Kim to show up was now headed for the Panama Canal instead of Panama City, Florida. I decided I had some time to spare so would pick up some things on my way to the hotel. I saw a Target anchoring a strip mall, so parked the car and walked the shops of the mall to see what was there before heading in to Target. There was nothing special, and the only interesting store was a Payless that was closed for inventory. As I was heading back to the Target, alarms rang out, and people started emptying into the parking lot. I headed towards the entrance, more curious as to what was going on. Most people were heading to their cars, but a few were standing near the entrance, so I stopped by a group of women about my age and asked what the commotion was."Some asshole didn't like Target's Transgender restroom policy, so he just dumped a bag of shit, no; he sprayed it all around the entrance area. They probably won't be able to reopen tonight. It will take hours to clean that all up." "Well, that's it for me then. Thanks!" I replied. "That's it?" She was looking annoyed. "Just leaving?" "Sure" I said, "Don't get me wrong. I will be back. I fully support Target's position. In fact, it is a primary reason I shop here. If they have the courage to stand up to these idiots who think it is their job to monitor other people's behavior, then I will vote with my wallet and continue to shop here. But I doubt there's anything I can do that would be meaningful here tonight." "Amen to that!" one of the others chimed in. "Cindy, don't give the poor man a hard time. He didn't fling the poo!" "Fine!" was all Cindy had to say, though she looked like she wanted to say more. I thanked them again and went back to my car. I found no other stores open that looked at all promising, so just resolved to call it an early night and get to work the next day and get the project rolling. "So what has been done, if anything?" My morning at work was not going well. A detailed plan had been agreed to by a group of people, but almost none of the preparations had been completed. One of the key people I was to work with that week was on vacation until Wednesday. A conference room we book for the central planning and reporting was in the middle of being repainted. The planning couldn't have been more botched up if that had been the goal. This was typical for projects led by the sales team, of which I was the director. So I had two choices, accept reality and move forward, or extract my pound of flesh. I'm more of a move forward person, so we got to work. By that evening, it was apparent that we would not be done with the preparations until Wednesday at the earliest, but we had a good start. On the way back to the hotel, all the frustration hit me from all the failures in preparations combined with the lost luggage and closed stores on my way in from the airport. This reduced the already frayed inhibitions of being in situations where I might be outed or have to admit of my little hobby. I saw an upscale salon and pulled into the parking lot. I noticed from the sign they were closing in an hour, but my intentions were not to stay now. I walked up to the reception desk and waited for the young woman to look up. "Can I help you?" "I hope so, but if you can't that is OK too. I would like to know if you accept any customers, in a private setting." She looked up at me with curiosity and said, "And who would this customer be?" I didn't answer but asked "Does your response mean that there are situations where this could occur?" I didn't want to give everything away. A girl has to have some modesty, after all. "Hold on here a second. I will get the manager. And your name is...?" "Ted." I smiled. After a minute, she returned, and the woman who had talked to me outside Target was with her. "Hi, I'm Carol. Liz says you need to make an appointment for a private session. Can I ask what this is related to?" "My knight in shining armor!" I blurted out, before I could stop myself. "I'm sorry?" She looked confused. "You rescued me in the Target parking lot Sunday afternoon. After they closed? The poo?" "Ah! You were the one Cindy was so intent on berating for leaving so quickly. So how can I help you today?" "Well, I should start by saying the private appointment would be for me." "Oh. Well come with me. We should probably discuss a private appointment more privately." And she led me to a small room off the lobby. Once inside, she offered me some water or coffee, and we sat in some nice comfy chairs. "It's Ted, right?" "Yes, so let me explain before I lose my nerve. In truth, I am surprised to be telling you this, but I've always dreamed of getting a facial, but never been brave enough to do it. I am not from this area, and I'm here for the week, so any time will do. However, I don't want to disturb your other customers, and I have other connections here I don't want to run in to, so this would have to be private." I tried to guess what she was thinking, but she had a great poker face. "That is the clearest, most courageous statement I have ever heard from someone like you. Do you mind if I ask a personal question?" "No. Go ahead." I had no idea what was coming. "Can you tell me how you identify? Are you Transgender, questioning, or just curious to see what it is like?" "Probably a bit of all of that - I've dreamed of being female, but unless there was a spell for that, I'm not interested in the work that would require, and I am incredibly curious to see what being a woman would be like. I guess the term that fits better than most is that I am a cross dresser." I paused for a moment, and she didn't interrupt. She seemed to be waiting for me to digest what I had just said, so I continued. "Wow, that is only the third time I have admitted that. The first was my counselor, the second my wife. She told the kids who were high school age or older and some of her sisters. I don't feel like I was born in the wrong body, though I could have a *better* body. But I experience great peace and joy when I can express my femininity. The more completely I express it, the more peaceful I feel. It is just right." Little did I know those words would come back to haunt me. She agreed to the appointment and suggested I come back in an hour. "Tonight?" I was a little stunned. "Yes. I don't want you to have the chance to change your mind. We do in house training and mentoring with our staff, and there is one tonight. I assume you don't mind if there is more than one person who will work on you? I will give you a discount of 50% if you agree to let some of the younger staff participate. Like Target, we pride ourselves on serving our customers as they come to us, and not by passing judgment on how they come to us. Oh, and Cindy will do your makeover, unless you have a problem with that?" "I certainly don't. But will she? I admire your policy, but I didn't make such a good first impression." She laughed and said, "Trust me, she will love your second impression! See you at 7:30.? I went back to my hotel, stopping at a little Thai takeout place I liked to visit when I was in town. I was a little anxious about what I had just done. The bravado from all the frustration had worn off, and now I was wondering what the heck I had been thinking. But when I entered the lobby, the manager I had checked in with hailed me in the lobby. I approached the desk and saw my suitcase being lifted onto the counter."Well, things are looking up!" I thanked the manager and headed to my room. This must be a sign that this appointment is the right thing! I ate my dinner, took a shower and shaved very closely. I decided to go all in and changed into my stealth mode clothes. My Ambrielle stretch cup underwire bra went first. It definitely shapes the small amount of man boob material I have into a more pleasing shape, and let's face it; I just love the feel of wearing a bra. I wore a pair of pink panties and some pink Hue footless tights, a pair of gender neutral women's jeans and red and white top with a slight scoop neck. I put on my purple ankle high socks and a pair of black sneakers with purple trim. A light pink oxford shirt covered the bra lines and feminine design on the back pockets. I would have preferred to wear my chunky four and a half inch heel sandals, but no one could call that stealth! I arrived a few minutes early and decided to wait in my car until the appointed time, but Cindy came out practically as soon as I pulled in and motioned me to come in. "Hi, and welcome!" she approached and enveloped me in a big hug. "I'm sorry for the other night. If I had known, I would have been sympathetic toward you, instead of thinking you were unsympathetic to the situation where all those people were interrupted in the middle of their shopping Karma by that ... jerk." She looked like she was holding back a little. "No, I think you were right the other night." I smiled as she looked concerned. "He was an asshole!" We both burst into laughter and she hugged me again. "Come on in. I think this is going to be fun! And I love your outfit by the way. You can't hide bra straps from a hugger!" Cindy took me inside, where I saw that a startlingly large number of people still in the salon. "Um, am I too early?" I said, quite taken aback. "No, come on in. This is the staff here, and we've got quite an evening prepared for you." She took my hand and squeezed it, and said quietly to me "what female name do you use?" "Kim," I managed to say. "Everyone, this is Kim. We've gone over the special plan Carol and I developed today. If anyone has any questions, please direct them to me. Otherwise, let's make Kim beautiful!" "I will do your facial myself" Cindy continued to me. "First go with Alana and she will get you prepared." I was taken into a room and given a thick warm robe and told to take off all my clothes and come out. A pair of slippers were also waiting for me. After returning, I was placed on a massage table and Cindy used a magnifying glass to look over the skin of my face. She said she was determining my skin type and checking for blemishes. She moved an arm of some device over my face and covered my eyes with what looked like bandages. This device directed a small amount of steam onto my face to relax me and get my skin ready for the treatments. After the steam was done, Cindy started gently massaging my face, and she had a cream that I felt to be a little gritty. "This is an exfoliant, it will remove the old dead skin cells clogging things up. Alana is also using these on your feet and toes, so you will feel her working down there. The whole process was so relaxing. I was keyed up from being so exposed and intrigued by the process, but I could imagine how easy it would have been to just drop off to sleep. The gritty material was washed off and replaced with two other creams in succession. The last one left on and I was told it was a mask to address off any last imperfections. My eyes were covered again as the mask worked. I could feel my feet getting the same blissful treatment my face had received, the rest of my body was jealous. "So while this is finishing up I will explain a little more." I hear Cindy break into my reverie. "We usually have a form and a long conversation with the client before this process begins. However tonight, considering this was so last minute, the staff challenge for me was to pretend you've given me completely false information and I have to determine the best treatment solely from my examination. I am giving you some cleanser and moisturizers for you to use each day, assuming you want to keep your skin as lovely as it is after this process. Also, I went a little light on you. We typically are more aggressive in the treatment, but that can leave your skin a little red the next day, which we know could put you in an awkward position. Finally, we usually do 'extractions' of blackheads or other blemishes, but honestly, your skin is very clear. You must eat a balanced diet. In fact, many women would love to have skin as nice as yours!" After the last treatment was done, Cindy applied a moisturizer. "This is the only moisturizer you will need. Your skin is really very nice, so just apply this at night before bed. This is your cleanser" she handed me another bottle "so use it to wash and remove any makeup." "Wouldn't that be nice. Oh, did I say that out loud?" I must have been very relaxed to say that! "Have you ever used makeup or been shown how to use it? Because we can do another session. We don't have the time tonight, but we could do something say, Thursday evening, right Carol?" I had not seen Carol come back in but she smiled and agreed. "My staff has learned a lot tonight. Of course I have known that Cindy is brilliant and talented, but to watch her work with you, explaining the process, answering questions, and putting you at ease has helped all of them know this too. We would love to have you back, and Thursday works well. We won't have the full staff here, but enough to help understand the basics of makeup." Alana spoke up down near my feet, "And we can touch up your toe nails too." I looked down at my feet and ten cherry red toe nails were peeking up above the sheet they had covered me with. "That is pretty, but that has to come off before I go tonight" I said sadly. "Why?" Carol looked at me. "You have to wear safety shoes, right? No one is going to see this, and you can go through the next few days as completely feminine as is possible, under the circumstances." She saw I was not being swayed so she added "if you leave it on, today's appointment and the products Cindy has given you are on the house." 'Darn her!' I thought, and then said, "how did you know I can't resist a bargain? But you have to give me some remover if I have to get this off." "Here is my card with my personal cell number. If you need it removed call me, day or night. And Thursday's treatment is half off if you leave the remover here." "OK, OK stop before you talk me into anything else." Even though it was free, tipping your aesthetician is important, so I gave Cindy $20 and Alana $10, which they protested was too much, but kept it gladly. Just as I was doing this I realized I had not looked in the mirror due to the issue with the toe nail polish, so I turned and looked. "I did not give you a big enough tip" I said to Cindy. My face was radiant and smooth. I never remember it looking better. "Just wait until I show you how to improve on that Thursday! Don't forget to use your products!" I got dressed and Carol showed me out and we stopped by the door. "I want to ask you another personal question, if you don't mind." "Go ahead; I think I have no secrets now." "I see you have more than just business attire with you. Do you have an outfit you would like to wear for the next session?" I was stunned. Doing a spa treatment was one thing, but dressing? "Yes." What was I saying? "I would like that very much." "Great! We will see you at 6:30 on Thursday. We have lots to do, so please show up right at closing." The next few days I was slightly distracted knowing my toe nails were beautifully painted. By Wednesday afternoon I would forget about it, then be reminded again and feel the thrill all over again. It was driving me crazy! In the evening I would get dressed up and wear my peep toe pumps that showed off the color nicely. I even walked the halls of the hotel a bit to practice, since these heels were relatively new to me. I also planned which outfit I would wear Thursday. Even though the project was getting back on track, I knew I would have to stay the weekend, so I let my wife know and tried to extend my hotel reservation, only to find out the hotel was booked through the weekend because of some local celebration. I asked to be put on a waiting list and figured I would call the company and get them to work on finding me a room. First thing Thursday morning, I was getting set up in the conference room when an obnoxious alarm sounded in the hallway. A coworker popped his head in the doorway and said, "chemical leak. Follow me." So I grabbed my laptop and phone and ran out the door. He took me on a long route he said was designed to go as far away from the leak route as he could. This was a nasty chemical that could damage paint on a car among other things. There was a failsafe system to prevent a major leak, but even small amounts were an issue. We got to the meeting area for the evacuation, and the plant manager was there, and walked right up to me. "I'm sorry to have to do this, but I have to put your project on hold until after the weekend. I will need all my people for the next two days to do a root cause analysis and cleanup/inspection. There may be OSHA paperwork as well, if we exceeded any limits, which we won't know until later today. It looks like you are going to get a five day weekend in our beautiful city." "Wait, a five day weekend?" I was confused. "Yes, Monday is a state holiday. Didn't you know? I'm sorry, but I have to go now. See you Tuesday. If there are any changes, I will contact you personally." I placed a call back to my office asking what they wanted me to do. They told me to stay put. They already were going to have to pay to change my return ticket and the extra day's expenses were approved, so stick around. I asked to be forwarded to the person doing the travel reservations, but the number was busy. I'll call back about the room later, I guess. At the hotel, I got undressed and was going to change into a swimsuit, but remembered my toe nails! I picked up Carol's card and called her number. Once she answered, I introduced myself and said, "I can't go swimming!" "So why would you be able to anyway?" So I told her of the incident, and that I had free time but couldn't do anything now. There was a long pause, and I said, "are you still there?" "Kim, I know this isn't what we planned, but I would like you to come over now instead of this evening. Cindy just had a cancellation so we can move you in. Before you object, we do have a private room she can use, and I have some other surprises for you that I was wondering how we would fit in time-wise anyway. Just come over and let's talk about it, and bring your clothes, OK?" I hesitated. Part of me was scared, but the other part wanted to do it. After all, one of my things is that I would like to just be able to do things that an ordinary woman would do, and ordinary women don't sneak in at closing time. "I'll be there in 30 minutes. I just need to call the company to get help getting my hotel room for the weekend." "No time! I will find you a room. This is my city. Be here in 10 minutes, with your clothes. Come to the door on the left labeled Employee Entrance. Cindy will be waiting." "OK! I will leave now - bye!" So ten minutes later I was waiting outside the employee entrance with the outfit I finally settled on. A young woman is heading right for me. What do I do? What does she want? "Oh hi, I remember you. It's Kim, right? I'm Jenny." She extends a hand and I realize she is wearing a smock with the Salon's logo on it. Duh! She's an employee using the employee entrance. "Do you need someone to let you in?" "Yes, I am supposed to meet Cindy here. Thanks!" Just as she reaches for her badge the door is opened from the inside and there is Cindy. "Come on in Kim. Hi Jenny, How's Bill?" I slip inside as Cindy and Jenny talk. Apparently she just married a man named Bill a few weeks ago. After a minute, Cindy takes me through to the private room Carol and I used for the first talk. "Do you have all your stuff in the car?" I give her a puzzled look. "To move to your new place? Hello? Because all the hotels are full?" "Oh!" I finally get it. No I just brought the clothes for the makeover. I have the room through Saturday morning." "Well my blonde friend, you don't need to go back to work until Tuesday! We will just have to go get your things later." For now, let's see what you brought to wear. You can hang everything up on these hooks and grab a robe. Knock on the door when you are ready." I unpacked my clothes. I have a knee length bias hem floral skirt in a light gauzy green material with pink flowers, my pink cap sleeve scoop neck top, pink polka dot push up bra and panties, and brown leather strap flat sandals. Very casual, but very feminine. I slip on the robe and give the door a couple knocks. Cindy inspects my outfit and says "That's very pretty, but it will never do for where we are going. But it will suffice for our immediate needs." She leads me to a chair and motions for me to sit. "OK, now I am taking you out into the main room." She must see my eyes triple I size because she hurries on. "It is a station around a slight corner from the main row, and people have to intentionally look to see you, which they never do. Plus, you can wear this hair cover during the treatments. As for the treatments, hear me out before you reply, OK?" I nod, not trusting myself to speak. "Jenny also works part time at the plant as a nurse. She does paperwork for people who have an exposure of some kind and she has created a dummy form for you indicating that you received a minor exposure in the leak this morning, and as a precaution, all of your body hair should be removed, except the hair on top of your head as you were wearing your hard hat." She let that sink in for a minute. "And since you will be hair free, Carol has breast forms and custom hip and butt padding that can all be attached with an adhesive. The edges are all so thin when they are stretched over your real skin, the edges disappear. No makeup or blending is needed, and no one will know it isn't all you." She was looking at me like a rabbit that was likely to bolt down its hole at any given moment. "We need to leave your hair on your head so we can attach some human hair extensions, which we will then color and style in a very feminine style. The way you clean hair with extensions is a bit different, but we will teach you all of that. Kim, really, please say something!" "You are scaring me, Cindy. How much will all this cost? And why do it for only an hour or two? I can't go out like that. Can it even be done before everyone has to leave? This is crazy!" "Well, what if I told you that you will be spending the whole weekend at Carol's beach house, with just her, me, and a few of the other girls? Besides, when you see how good you look, you may want to go out. Kim, aren't you the one who said that the more completely feminine you went, the more peaceful and content you were? Carol has really taken to you. She keeps going on about how honest you are and how good your skin looks and what a shame it is that you can't express yourself fully. So as you might guess with her owning a beach house, she is quite wealthy, and there is no charge for any treatment we give you for the whole weekend." "Wow, talk about using my own words against me. But OK!" I say before she can jump in again. "I give myself to you fully. My fate is in your hands, at least until Monday night. But then I have to presentable enough to go to work, agreed?" "Great! You won't regret a minute of this! Before we get to the other treatments, come with me." She drags me off to a room with tanning beds and gives me a shower cap and some eye goggles. "Put these on." I struggle with them for a bit and she adjusts the goggles, and then smears some kind of grease or jelly on my eyebrows. "OK, robe off and lie down face up. Place your feet on the rests and hold the small bars at the edge of the bed." I am about to complain that I will be naked when she says "fate in my hands?" and so I strip and do as she says. I was also going to say I don't like tanning beds, but I doubt she would listen. She closes the lid and says, "OK, now don't move. You may smell a strange odor, but keep still, OK?" As if I had a choice. Some very bright lights come on and seem to pulse from bright to dim to bright again, every 6 to 7 seconds. I do notice a smell, and it is not a pleasant one. Just as I am thinking there must be something wrong, the light goes off and Cindy opens the lid. "OK, come with me, quickly." She takes me into a private bathroom right next to the light bed and hands me a bottle of what looks like moisturizer. "Rub this everywhere. I will work on your legs and feet, you start at the face and work down. Get the pits and everywhere. I want you encased in this." We work at this for a few minutes, and soon I look like an oddly shaped bar of Dove soap. "OK, let that sit for a couple minutes while I get the shower ready." I stand there starting to get a bit of a chill, though all of my skin is also tingling like I have a mild sunburn. The tanning bed was only on a couple minutes. It couldn't have given me a burn could it? "OK, in here" she calls from the shower. I head in and she is in the shower wearing only a light blue bikini. "Before you step in, I will explain what we are doing. The bed is an advanced hair removal system that Carol has patented, which is one of the reasons she has no money worries. The cream is a special chemical agent that triggers your body into expelling the hair follicles. When you step into the shower you will be rinsing off all of your body hair. The agent will continue to work over the next week, preventing any new growth at the sub-skin level. You will have a decision to make. If you want to grow hair again, you will need to use a special neutralizer within the next week, by next Wednesday at the latest. Otherwise you will never have body hair again. We will make that decision Monday, when there will be many other decisions I feel you will be making. I am telling you this so the shock of all your hair washing down the drain won't be too much. OK, step on in." The shower is a dual head shower, and the jets from both hit me and the warmth seems to go straight into my soul. Cindy has another bottle of a gel and is starting to apply it all over my body, paying close attention to every inch. I assume she will stop and give me the bottle when she gets below the bellybutton, but she skips over and starts at the toes and works her way up. Now she will stop. She doesn't. I feel her use the gel on my butt and rubbing it in my crack, and up from behind where she starts to massage my balls. I let out a little moan, and my dick is now at attention. She moves around to the front and puts the gel on my shaft, and slowly starts to stroke it as she continues to massage my balls. The warmth of the shower and her masterful attention have me right on the edge of spurting my cum all over the shower, but she seems to know just when to slow down, and when to give my balls a good squeeze to take me back from the edge. After an eternity of this, she quickens the stroking, slips a finger inside my ass and finds my spot. I instantly explode in a fierce orgasm. I almost fall over, but instead just slump against the shower wall. "There, now you should be nice and relaxed for the rest of the session, and the gel will prevent any reddening of the skin from the hair removal. Come on out when you are ready." She kisses me on the cheek and slips out of the shower. After a few minutes, I clean myself up and come out. She has soft towels waiting, and a silk robe that slides over my hair less body so smoothly it gives me chills. She guides me into the main room in the corner station. I am so relaxed from the release of the orgasm that I don't even notice half of what is being done to me. While I made sure to pay attention to the feeling and process of the facial a few days ago, I simply relaxed and enjoyed the bliss of being pampered now. I feel someone massaging my feet and hands. Someone is doing something with my hair. It feels like a haircut as my hair is pulled and moved, it must be getting cut as hair is falling on my neck. Someone starts massaging my chest. I feel a weight on my chest, and I slide further into the semi-awake state that has me in its grip. Time is suspended, and I float in a state of bliss. From time to time I am prompted to get up and change places, but I can barely be bothered to open my eyes, let alone look around. "Kim, wake up girl!" I feel someone shaking my arm, and I slowly open my eyes. Cindy, Carol, Jenny, and Alana are there looking at me. It slowly dawns on me that the salon is packed with people either getting or waiting for attention, and I am right in the middle of it all. "Before you freak out, ask yourself this - is anyone besides the four of us staring at you?" I look around, and it is as if I don't even exist. If anyone looks at me at all, as a one or two of the dozens of women present do, they just smile and then go back to their magazine or phone. "OK, do I have an invisibility cloak on or something?" "No, it's actually a disguise cloak. Do you want me to tell you about it?" "Yes, please," I manage to croak, "hmm, dry throat." "Oh, here, try this" Carol hands me a spray bottle and says "Spray it in the back of your throat every minute or so. Let the spray sit for a few seconds, then swallow. Keep doing that each minute until we tell you to stop." Cindy takes over and says "this cloak is very special. It is fitted to you individually by the staff here and insures that every detail conforms to the disguise. Of course, the disguise is Kim, as she should have been from birth. We will turn you around in a minute to see the disguise in the big mirror. No expense or effort has been spared to make this the best Kim disguise you will ever experience. Are you ready?" I spray my throat and nod, holding the spray in the back of my throat. I decide to swallow it quickly before being turned around since I don't want to spew it all over if I look bad. I look in the mirror and see five gorgeous women. OK, is this a window? No, there?s Cindy, and Carol, and the pretty girl in the chair is... Then I realize I am the gorgeous woman in the chair surrounded by the other four. I spray my throat again as I look at my image in the mirror. My hair is a beautiful red, cascading down around my shoulders to lay on the tops of my breasts, which peek out from the silk robe I am still wearing. A pair of jade earrings dangle from my lobes, which are now pierced. My eyebrows are thinned to a high delicate arch over emerald green eyes. My flawless complexion is enhanced by striking eyes with a faint green eye shadow and my full lips are a ruby red. I spray my throat again, and notice my fingernails are nearly a half inch long past my fingertips and are the same ruby red as my lips. I swallow the spray and say "how is this even possible?" I notice my voice is quite high pitched, so I spray my throat again thinking that will help. "I think that has done its job well enough, so you can stop spraying," Carol says, and reaches for it. "But my voice is so high, so shouldn't I keep spraying it?" I try not to give up the spray bottle. "No, the spray is causing the high voice, you silly girl. It constricts the vocal chords and your Adams apple too, to avoid being spotted." "But this is too much, the voice, the pierced ears, how will we ever get Kim back in the genie bottle?" "Well, I will be sad should that happen," says Cindy. "Me too!" say the other three, almost as one. Alana continues, "Let's get you into some clothes girlfriend, and worry about another day on that other day, OK?" and she leads me back into the private room. There she starts to explain. "First, some technical info: The breast forms are adhered to you, and the edges stretched and adhered. That allows the seams to disappear into your skin. No one will find a join there except Cindy and maybe Carol. And the hip padding is similar in its ability to blend to your skin. We've connected your penis to a system in the padding that allows you to pee through a realistic-looking urethra next to a fully functional vagina. I say fully functional, because there are sensors in the vagina walls that are now connected to sensitive parts of your own anatomy and thereby to your central nervous system. It is quite possible for you to have an orgasm in this padding from vaginal stimulation. It is another one of Carol's inventions, though Cindy did most of the design work on it. Oh and the breast forms are similarly connected, so the nipples can be stimulated and you will feel it, and the material conducts heat the same as your body, so they will feel completely natural to the touch." Alana handed me a bra and panties in a neon green, which I put on. I could see the front of my panties showed no evidence of any male anatomy. Then I was given a halter top and skin tight mini skirt in a very dark green. "Once those are on, I think it is best for you to wear your own shoes, but we need to get a pair of heels for you." She handed me the flats with the brown leather straps, which I agreed were not the right shoe for this outfit. As I was buckling the shoes, Cindy came in and said, "Are you ready? It is time to go clean out your hotel room." "What? Go out and, but... I" "Kim, did you recognize yourself in the mirror? Do you have red hair? Do you even have green eyes?" "No, and I want to know what that's all about, too! If I..." "Then no one will recognize you as we retrieve your things. Come with me, I already have your hotel room key. I will answer your questions on the way." We arrived at the hotel and Cindy pulled into an empty spot near the restaurant entrance. I now knew more about the special equipment I was wearing, and the fact it all cost close to ten thousand dollars. I couldn?t stop looking at my eyes in the vanity mirror. I always wanted green eyes, and now thanks to a special solution, I had them. Cindy had told me to think of it like extending the coverage of makeup. ?OK, now we are going to walk in through the restaurant, go up the elevator to your room, and grab all your things. I will be right beside you and nothing is going to happen.? I looked at Cindy and blurted out, ?Will you hold my hand?? Cindy giggled and said, ?I would love to, but that would draw attention, don?t you think?? ?Oh, I guess it would. OK, let?s get this over with. At least I won?t be coming back to this hotel.? We walked in through the restaurant, which had a large bar and lounge area. Immediately, several pairs of eyes turned in our direction as the sharks scoped out the new bait. At first I thought they were all staring at Cindy, but noticed one especially handsome man boldly assessing me from head to toe. He smiled and nodded, and I flushed deeply. Where did the idea that he is hansom come from? I noticed I was feeling a stirring in places I did not know I had places. This stupid faux vagina must be malfunctioning! In the elevator, Cindy smiled and said, ?That wasn?t so bad, was it? You caught the eye of more than one stud in the corral.? ?Is there a remote on this, um, padding that you are using? I felt strange sensations from it, this faugina? ?Hey that?s a good name for it, but no - not at all. That was all you. While it will transmit external stimuli, say from a penis, it is also designed to pick up your own sensual changes and amplify them in a feminine way. So you were responding to the attention you were receiving.? Cindy saw this wasn?t making me feel better and hurried on ?It isn?t what you are thinking ? it doesn?t mean you were attracted to a man ? it means you responded to his attraction to you. And that is, I would think you would agree, completely feminine. Plus, I can teach you what to do about it, if you want to know more ? but later!? As we packing, there was a knock on the door and before I can protest, Cindy opened the door. ?Hello, I am the assistant manager, and I need to speak to Mr. Downs.? Cindy jumped right in ?we are here to pick up Mr. Downs things as he cannot stay here. We can give him the message.? ?Oh, it was just that we did try to find another room, and there is a way we could accommodate him but he may have to change rooms, maybe even twice, during the weekend. Can you have him call us and let us know if that will be acceptable? I?m sorry, but it is all we can do.? Cindy looked at me and said ?Kim, you discussed this with Ted, do you know what his response will be?? I felt like the proverbial deer-in-the-headlights, but came to a quick decision anyway. ?Mr. Downs has made other arrangements that someone has gone out of their way to provide, and I am sure he would not want to insult his hosts at this late time.? I was really starting to let some of the irritation slip out both from work, and the lost luggage, and delays. ?And he would appreciate it if he could check out now instead of paying two more nights in the room. Could you make that possible? After all, as the director of sales for a company that does a lot of business with your hotel, you should be able to accommodate that.? The poor guy never saw what hit him. ?Of course, I will prepare the bill. If you stop by the desk on the way out I will give you his copy.? He left as quickly as he could. ?Oh My God what have I done? Now I have to go to the front desk. What if someone recognizes me?? ?You are the director of sales? Girl, we?ve got some talking to do!? We collected the rest of the items and wheeled the suitcases down to the lobby. I was asked to sign the bill, so I signed it Kim Smith in as illegible writing as I could manage. Before I knew it we were in the car driving away. ?See, not a soul in that place recognized you as anyone but a beautiful, strong, and somewhat pissed off woman!? Both of us laughed for a while. ?I guess you are right. Not one of them gave me a second glance, and they?ve even seen Ted, so maybe this could really work - and we have five days before I have to be back.? I thought for a minute about the opportunity I was being given, to fulfill all my wildest fantasies, including the part where two wonderful gorgeous women take me under their wing and help me immerse myself so deeply in the illusion that I could not see a way back to the real world, but was also not really caring if I couldn?t find my way back, at least not today. No sense to panic now! ?So what do we do now?? Cindy smiled and said ?First we have to get you settled and I have a little surprise for you I?m going to pick up on the way.? A short time later, after a ?little stop? Cindy had to make, Kim was delivered to a stunning house on a secluded stretch of beach. Carol was waiting with a light lunch. ?I?ve left the shop in the capable hands of Alana and the other girls. I will have to go in to the salon off and on over the weekend, but I?ve rescheduled all of Sunday and Monday?s appointments so we?re here to make sure you have the most complete feminine experience possible.? Cindy had put my bags into a room and came back to fetch me. I got a quick tour of the place ? I had my own suite with western-facing views. I was enjoying the view when I felt Cindy slip her hand onto my waist while standing beside me. I turned to her and she kissed me deeply, and passionately. Our lipsticks blended together and she was darting her tongue into my mouth. The faugina was pulsing and the nipples on my attached breasts were becoming engorged and standing straight up. Cindy rubbed the one closest to her and I felt a shock deep inside my chest as my nipple responded. I moaned and started to melt into her when she broke off the kiss and looked at me for a minute before speaking. ?What I did for you earlier, in the spa, in the shower ? I hope you don?t think that?s for every customer.? The incredible hand job she gave me came back to me, and I blushed. ?I would never think that of you. I hope you can come to trust me that way.? ?Well, part of it is that I find you to be an incredibly attractive man and an even more attractive woman. And that?s not a back handed compliment to myself. It is your inner peace that must come from your transformation. And the other part is to make sure you know how wonderful it can feel for a man when a woman pleasures him with artistry and skill.? ?You certainly kept me at a peak of arousal for quite a while. That was a very powerful orgasm.? ?So one of the parts of your exclusive weekend feminine extravaganza is lessons from a master ? me!? She gives me a long square box and says ?This is a gift for you. It is another device we are working on. Go ahead and open it.? Lessons; What is she talking about? I open the plain box and gasp. ?That?s a penis ? what are ? where did this come from?? ?Relax ? it is not real ? it is another of our inventions. It is flaccid now, but it will respond to touch and is programmed to be stimulated, to grow hard and to vibrate when you have adequately stimulated it. In other words, you can give it an orgasm, if you know what you are doing. The vibration continues until you squeeze the left ball, so you can use it on yourself once you have succeeded in activating it. And unlike a real man, it won?t stop until you tell it to!? I was fascinated ? I wanted to run away as fast as I could, and I wanted to grab it and make it work. My faugina was pulsing again, nipples erect, which Cindy noticed. ?So let?s get started.? I tentatively pulled it out of the box. It was limp, about six inches long. I looked at Cindy for help. "SO... when a guy comes on to me I hold this up and say 'there are three of these in this relationship?? ?No, I will teach you how to pleasure it. After all, you want to be as completely feminine as possible, right? So start by doing what you would do to yourself to get hard.? I am still horrified and deeply attracted to this idea, but the intense desire to see what effect I can have on a penis that looked real to me overcame my hesitation. I softly stroke the limp dick. It feels incredibly lifelike, and I sense it is starting to become larger and firmer. Soon it is fully erect. I am thrilled beyond words that I am able to get a penis that doesn?t belong to me to be erect, and horrified at the same time. I stop and look at Cindy. ?Am I a faggot? Am I just a sissy faggot slut? I am thinking about guys coming on to me, and I look forward to it. I remember that hunk at the hotel bar and get turned on that he is attracted to me. I want him to desire me. I want him to feel helpless in his attraction to me.? I look at Cindy and start to cry. ?Shhh ? relax girl, let that inner peace come through. Don?t worry about what you are or are not ? just go with what feels good. Does it feel good that you can get another penis hard?? ?Are you reading my mind? This is so amazing that I can do this. I want to be the best at making this thing cum! Can it actually cum? Oh god I want it to cum!? ?Sorry ? this is a prototype ? we stopped at the lab so I could pick this one up, but that wouldn?t be a bad idea. I think you and I are going to get along really well.? Cindy attached the penis to a base to keep it steady and I just went on instinct. After stroking the shaft until it was rock hard, I slowly bent over and took the head into my mouth. Over the next five hours Cindy taught me to worship cock. She explained all the spots and their unique sensitivities and triggers. After I got the cock to vibrate for the fifth time, she pronounced me ready. ?Ready for what?? I asked, a little apprehensively. ?Well, I haven?t let you put that in your pussy yet, so how are you feeling?? ?Horny as hell!? I said. ?Are we going somewhere? Where are we going? I know, back to the hotel bar. I want to see if that hunk is still there!? Cindy laughed and said ?The bar it is! Let?s go!? My hunk was nowhere to be seen, but there were plenty of new sharks in the pool. I saw one checking me out and walked by him and his two friends in my best sultry sway and took the table near them. Cindy joined me. Our first drinks arrived, and the waitress said, ?These are paid for by a really nice guy ? he?s a regular and I know him.? ?Derek,? was all he said as he strolled up to our table. ?Tell me, Derek,? I responded, and paused for effect. ?Do you dance?? I swept him out to the dance floor and we grinded our bodies against each other until Van Morrison?s Into the Mystic played. He pulled me close, and we barely moved as we continued to have as much sex as you can with clothes on. When Van sang ?I want to rock your Gypsy soul? he leaned in and kissed me. The kiss lasted several blissful minutes, and all my sensors were way past the tingle stage as his tongue probed my mouth, as if seeking assurance that this hole was big enough for another part of his body. I didn?t want to lose control so I took his hand and started walking. ?Where are we going?? he asked. ?Quiet, and follow me,? was the only response I gave him. I knew the hotel, and spotted a small conference room and ducked inside. No one would be using this late at night. Well, not for business meetings. I turned and kissed him again, this time initiating and I was the first to slip my tongue into his mouth. I pushed him back slowly until he was next to a chair. Still kissing him, I put my hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him into the chair, which broke the kiss. He started to say something, but I put a finger on his lips, then with the other hand on his chest, I slowly lowered myself to my knees. I moved the hand from his chest to his crotch, and felt the hard member hidden within. Using both hands, I quickly moved his pants and underwear down to his ankles. I felt a pang of sympathy for him, wearing those awful clothes. If he only knew how good women?s clothes felt in comparison! His penis was fully erect, and a small tip of pre-cum was glistening on the head. I slowly bent down and kissed the tip, and flicked my tongue on the tip, lapping up his initial offering. He shuddered but said nothing. I continued down the shaft, kissing and flicking my tongue on it. I gently massaged his balls with one hand while the other held the base and angled it for easier access to my mouth. I wanted this to last. Gently I took the tip in my mouth and used my tongue around the edge of the head, and slowly took most of the shaft into my mouth. About two inches remained when the tip hit the back of my throat. I relaxed and pressing the tip against my throat, deep throated the first two inches. It was easier than I thought. The head was soft enough that it did not cause a gagging reflex, so I bobbed up and down letting him fuck my throat. This was too much for him and I felt he was ready to go so I slipped the head out of my throat and squeezed his balls to slow him down. I felt sorry for that, so I move my attention to his balls and sucked each one into my mouth and gave them some special attention. In time I returned to the shaft and decided he had waited long enough. I sucked hard on the shaft, and when he was starting to swell, took as much of his rock hard dick into my throat as possible and frantically fucked it. I wanted to experience his cum fully, so when he was about to explode, I pulled it back from my throat and he shot load after load of cum into my mouth. I loved the taste, very salty and a little sweet. I swallowed all he would give me and sucked every last drop out of him as he went limp. After I cleaned him up completely I placed my finger back on his lips and smiled at him. ?Thank you. You have a wonderful cock, and it has made me very happy. But I am leaving now, and I want you to wait here ten minutes before you come out. I?m sorry, but we cannot see each other again.? And I got up and walked out. In the hallway I found Cindy and Derek?s two friends. Cindy was tongue- wrestling with one of them while the other seemed to be waiting his turn. ?A gentleman, how nice!? I took his hand and led him to a different room than I left Derek in. Cindy and her man followed. ?Pants ? off! Why do you wear those horrible things anyway when skirts are so nice?? He gave me an odd look but did as he was told and lay down on the big conference table. I pushed him back so I could lean over the table and not have to be on my knees. I guess I?m going to have to build up calluses on my knees if I?m going to keep this up! I realized I had no idea who this guy was, then got sidetracked when I realized his cock was at least three inches longer than Derek?s, I attacked it with my mouth, ferociously licking and sucking, nibbling and flicking. My own parts were on fire. I was feeling a deep throbbing in my pussy and electric shocks radiated from my nipples when my arms brushed against them. Cindy was suddenly next to me, kissing my shoulder and neck, nibbling on my ear. I shuddered as this sent more waves of pleasure through me. She pulled down my panties and started to rub my pussy as I focused on the massive cock in my mouth. I took as much as I could down my throat, and slowly fucked it. I felt as though my pussy was filled up each time I let his shaft slide down my throat. I jerked up, or at least tried to, when I realized my pussy was really filled up. Cindy had led her man to me and he was slowly fucking me. Cindy had a hand on the back of my neck and guided me down onto the penis I had so quickly abandoned. As I pulled it back into my mouth I realized one of my wildest fantasies was coming true, to have both of my holes filled with a cock at the same time. I let myself slip into bliss as I worked on the massive cock in my mouth and pushed back and ground into the cock in my fake pussy. I realized this wasn?t quite right ? I wanted his cum inside my body - so I stopped and turned to the man behind me. ?Not there - fuck my ass hard. Use me. Cum in me. Now.? I turned back to my cock god and renewed the passion I rained onto it. There was an explosion of intense pain as he entered my ass. He tried to be gentle, but how could he know he had just taken a virgin boi pussy? My pleasure grew and grew until I thought I would explode, and then I did. Wave after wave of ecstasy flowed through me. I arched my back, taking my mouth off the cock, which came at that instant, spewing cum all over my face, dripping down my nose and spurting into my mouth. I went down on him again, cleaning up all the cum that hadn?t landed on my face. The thought of getting my first facial cum shower aroused my again, and as I felt my ass fucker tense I felt the hot cum enter my boi pussy, which triggered my second orgasm, rolling waves of pure pleasure that lasted for an eternity. I collapsed onto the table and rolled off the owner of that magnificent cock I had sucked the cum out of. Sometime later, I felt some nibbling on my neck, and opened my eyes to see Cindy gazing at me. ?Hey girl, welcome to the club! You are a cock sucking champion! How about we go home and I can start teaching you how to please a woman? After all, I think you owe me one...? Three weeks later, I emerged from the plane into the terminal and made my way to the security checkpoint, where people wait for their relatives and friends to emerge and be hugged. I was wearing a very short flowered flirty skirt that barely covered my panties and a zippered hoodie that exposed much of the top of my breasts. I had learned how to walk in stilettos so my four inch heels were no problem to navigate the escalator and I loved the way wearing them made my hips sway so femininely. I reflected that here I was, anatomically functional vagina and breasts attached. I had rejected the neutralizer, so the hair removal was permanent. I had accepted Carol?s job offer to build her sales department from scratch, after all, I knew firsthand the amazing products she wanted to sell. I had been given other treatments to experience femininity, and I was the first person to make the second generation fake cock cum in my mouth, a fact I am immensely proud of! We still needed to work on the taste ? it wasn?t quite right. But best of all, I was as completely feminine as possible... At the gate, I walked right up to my wife who looked right at me but did not recognize me. I stood in front of her for a moment. She tried to look past me, and then gave me a bit of a dirty look, as I was blocking her view of the path her husband would be taking soon. ?Hi honey, I'm home, and I have a new job!?