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Not What I Wanted
By
Stefanie Flowers
CHAPTER 4 - A NEW WAY OF LIFE
I had spent my first night out on the town as a woman, picked up a man in
the bar and had brought him back home for a night of hot sex. That's how
Katy would have described my adventure but it had all been contrived by
her with me having no choice but to participate. No longer a virgin I had
discovered what it felt like being on the receiving end. Wow! Much better
than a man's orgasm. Despite my misgivings and desire to be my former
self, I was now a fully fledged woman. Katy wanted me to become her
lesbian lover but first I had to learn the subtleties of behaving as
natural woman.
BGF's
We spent the rest of the day with Katy constantly imparting tips and
advice on how to behave convincingly as a woman. Apparently I still had a
lot to learn but was getting better at it. Since an immediate return to
manhood was not an option, I decided to acquiesce gracefully to the
training and work hard at putting these new skills into practice.
After a few days of wearing every imaginable style of feminine clothing I
began to develop an appreciation for it, especially the electric feel and
sound of stockings as one leg slid frictionless over the other or a tight
pencil skirt as it restricted the length of my stride. I found that I
could maximize my stride by swinging the hips and placing one foot
directly in front of the other. This allowed me to walk quicker but also
gave me a sexy wiggle. High heels were actually helpful as they aided me
in the swinging of my hips. Wearing heels all day became comfortable and
I thrilled to hear the click clack sound they made on a hard floor
announcing my arrival everywhere that I went.
I began to feel undressed without the comforting feel of a bra encircling
my chest and gently cupping my breasts. I loved the sight of my nipples
pushing through the fabric of a satin bra.
Checking my lips and refreshing my lipstick had become an automated
routine for me. I could apply my make-up like a pro and new the
subtleties of day wear to much bolder night wear.
Getting comfortable with being out in public took a little more practice.
Katy's constant badgering had worked wonders in helping me to pass as a
real woman. We frequently went out for lunch; a soup and salad followed
by some window shopping at the mall. No one seemed to think I was
anything other than what I portrayed. I could even go in the changing
rooms to try on lingerie or dresses without any fear of discovery. Katy
insisted on buying me complete sets of underwear, street clothing and
even jewelry. In my opinion, all of this expense was all a terrible
waste. My enforced femininity would end soon for Katy would soon get
tired of tormenting me. Then I had to convince her to pay for my reversal
back to manhood. Somehow, even to me, the self denial of how far I had
successfully adapted to being a woman seemed a little bit hollow. I was
getting hooked on the feel of dressing and being a woman. It was
beginning to feel oh so natural. For all intent and purposes I had become
Katy's BGF and personal toy doll to dress and display in public.
A Working Girl
One evening Katy said, "Stefanie, I love having you as my girlfriend.
It's so much fun bringing out your femininity."
I was not happy to hear this and replied, "Please Katy, I need to be
restored as a man. Every day I am losing just a little bit more of myself
and don't know if I can ever go back."
"But that would be such a waste Stefanie. What an ungrateful bitch you
are! I have spent a fortune on helping you to experience the joys being a
woman and all you do is complain."
"Katy, please have some compassion. I want and need to be a free man.
Won't you take pity on me and release me from the contract?"
From her icy cold stare I could see that I had pissed her off royally. I
dreaded what her response would be.
"I was going to do so at the end of the year but not any more! You don'
deserve to be released that soon. I am not insensitive to how you feel so
here's what I'm going to do. When you have earned enough money to pay for
your transition I will set you free, but not until then."
"That could take forever" I complained. "The medical bills would be
enormous. I have no skills as a woman and can probably only find a low
paying job. It will take forever to earn that kind of money. How much is
it to reverse my changes?"
"You misunderstand me. When I said pay for your transition I meant the
original one into a woman. It was very expensive and it's only fair I
recoup my losses if you refuse to stay as a woman. Once you've paid me
back you will then need to earn more money to reverse the transition."
I was totally shocked. That was an impossible task and would take many
years to accomplish. How could she be so cruel?
"Don't worry so. I'll help you get started by finding you some suitable
jobs with the potential to earn money. I'll even let you live with me
rent free but from now on you must buy your own clothes and make-up. Of
course, you'll need some real id. I have a lawyer that can take care of
that."
Katy was true to her word, for within a few days I had official
government id in the name of Stefanie Flowers and interviews set up for
two 'suitable' jobs. A friend of hers owned a fancy hotel that needed to
hire some maids and another friend that managed a nightclub had openings
for waitresses. They sounded like such lowly menial jobs that I could not
see them paying much money. With a smirk on her face Katy said they
provided the opportunity to 'earn money on the side' and suggested that I
could even hold down both jobs; a maid during the day and a waitress at
night.
The very next day I put on some low key everyday clothes suitable for
being interviewed; dressy stretch jeans, a silk blouse and flat heeled
shoes. I had no experience as a maid so I did not expect to get the job.
In the interview they seemed unconcerned with my lack of experience but
more with my looks and readiness ability to interact with the guests. It
is a five star hotel catering to the rich and famous. I would be expected
to wear a sexy French maid's uniform and be very accommodating to the
guests needs. When called for I was to provide room service.
They measured me for my uniform and then I was told to try it on. It was
a black satin dress that required me to wear a corset underneath. It was
tight fitting on top but the dresses hemline was flared and very short.
It came with white ruffled satin panties and a frilly white petticoat.
The front had a short white lace apron that matched my head piece. I had
to wear mesh stockings and 4" stiletto heels. My face had to be made up
using lots of mascara and bright red lipstick. It would not be easy to
work wearing such a restraining uniform.
From the interview and my uniform it was obvious that my job was more of
a theme role, playing a saucy French maid to titillate the guests. The
meaning of Katy's reference to extra money on the side was now blatantly
obvious. They hired me and I was told to report for work the next day at
7 am.
On a roll I visited the nightclub for an interview with the Katy's
manager friend. After making me twirl a full 360 degrees he said that
since I was so good looking he had just the job for me. I offered
employment as a bunny girl serving drinks and food to the customers. It
was important for me to look good so they had an indoor beauty salon in
which I would be prepared and dressed for work every night. In fact I
could start today to complete new hire training and then work the
evening shift.
And so I was ushered into the beauty salon. After my hair and make-up had
been touched up I was told that I needed an enema before getting into
costume. This seemed strange to me but I went along with their request.
After all, I desperately needed the job. I was told that the bunny suit
was very tight fitting and, once on, difficult to remove. To speed up
bathroom breaks they had invented a system that allows bunnies to go to
the toilet without removing the suit. A catheter was installed in my
vagina and a hollow tube inserted into my anus. I was then helped into
the bunny suit. It was like a full corset that very effectively pulled in
my waist until I could barely breathe. It took two people to pull the
laces tight while I held onto some overhead bars for support. The crotch
was so tight fitting that it clearly outlined my vaginal slit. My breasts
were supported but only minimally covered. The anus tube clipped onto a
hole in the suit and a bunny tail inserted into the hole. It closed with
a clicking sound and I was informed that the tail was locked into place.
To remove it I had to ask permission from a floor manager for a toilet
break. He would unlock the tail and then replace it afterwards.
Before going out to work in the club I had two hours of training in how
to be a bunny, i.e. take orders, serve drinks and generally walk in the
6" heels. I was to flirt and be nice to the men but I was not allowed to
date them and they were not allowed to touch me. I must smile all of the
time and look happy. I would only serve one table of customers at a time.
Despite the outrageous outfit it seemed that I would be much better
protected and safer than when doing the daytime waitress job.
With the indoctrination over I thought that I was ready to start work
when the manager said, "Here is your remote controller. On greeting a
customer give it to them explaining that for efficient service you will
respond promptly to its commands and look forward to their service
rating. The bunny tails are remote controlled communication devices. The
customer is able to call you for service or even to reward or punish
based on your performance. We keep track of the signals and use them to
adjust tips and pay according to your performance. Here, let me
demonstrate."
I felt a tingling in my bunny tail designating a call for service. The
tail even wiggled up and down as it tingled. Not so bad and the wiggling
bunny tail eve looked cute. I could see that use of the remote would be
popular among the customers. Then I felt a pain shoot up my ass as I felt
the signal for dissatisfaction. Finally I felt a wave of pleasure as he
pressed the reward button. The feeling was so intense that I gasped out
in pleasure almost had a orgasm.
And so I started my job. Of course the customers abused their control
over us bunnies. It was a popular gimmick that kept members coming to the
club. Many members took delight in demonstrating the devices to their
guests. Such power over our bodies made us very responsive to even the
slightest demands and do everything possible to keep them fully content.
I did not know if I could survive the torture but eventually I grew
accustomed to being controlled and by the end of the evening was handling
my job well.
The next morning I showed up promptly to start my maid's job. I had to go
from room to room, changing towels, making beds and cleaning the
bathrooms. Guests would often pinch my behind or grab a feel of my ass or
breasts. My manager told me that was all part of the job. Then I started
getting calls for special room service. I soon found out that I was there
to provide whatever the guest wanted. I was just a whore in the disguise
or costume of a maid. Still, I earned lucrative tips and was happy to
speed my way to freedom.
I soon got used to my jobs and accepting of the sexual aspects. I became
fully adept at using my feminine attributes to maximize my earnings. The
sooner I paid off Katy the sooner I would gain my freedom.
CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 5
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