My Tuition Teacher Leena Aunty
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Act I
After pulling up and parking my car in west Tyrellstown, I walked the
short distance to my 'alternate' car, a silver VW Golf. I took off
heading straight for Willowfield. The closer I got the more excited I
became. Enroute I noticed a quiet stretch of road, where I reached under
the seat and pulled out my temporary disguise, which consisted of a
blonde wig, large sunglasses and a black trenchcoat. I pulled into a
lay-by, first putting on the coat and glasses and then, after making
sure no-one was about pulled on the wig, made some small adjustments and
resumed my journey.
I arrived at my destination, Willowfield, 20 minutes after donning my
disguise. In the glove box of my car, I found the remote control for the
entrance gates which helped ensure total privacy and security, once in
our little haven. A haven, in which I can become my alternate persona,
without any fear of ridicule or retribution. I parked my car in its
usual spot and climbing the elegant carved granite steps to the front
door, which was typical of the Georgian design from when Willowfield was
built. The house was beautifully maintained by all its owners, including
its newest residents, GF Enterprises. The door opened to a lovely bright
porch with traditional chess board tiles, which led to the large
reception hall with its high ceiling. My first call was to check in to
the office,
"Good morning Bella, nice to see you, how has business been for the last
few weeks?"
Bella is one of my business associates who helps in the running of the
operation. She is an accomplished Crossdresser. Quite petite (for which
I completely envious), quite shapely and very passable in her dress
sense and her mannerisms. Indeed Bella and I, have great respect for
each others advice on such 'passing' matters. We shared the same
philosophy, to blend in with society while appearing female. It was also
our aim, to help other CD/TV/TS persons, to find their level of
femininity, in a perfect location, with like minded and experienced
staff and friends. All these things are possible at GF Enterprises.
"Hi Sharon, quite busy, we have 2 members here this morning since 8am,
probably shiftworkers, looking to chill out en-femme," Bella replied.
"Can I get you a cappucino or tea, or are you anxious to get changed?"
she added with a cheeky smile.
"I am itching to get going," I replied. "I have 3 calls this week and I
also need my hair done. Did you book my appointment with Justin?"
"Yes dear, you'd kill me if I forgot. 3pm is the closest available,"
Bella replied loudly, as she made her way to the back office.
"What classes are Rachel and I scheduled to hold this week?" I shouted
through from the main office. "Em, Deportment and Psychology, I think.
They're fully booked too," was the typically efficient response from
Bella.
"Tell you what, let me get sorted and you can debrief me before you go."
"Give me an hour or so, Ok?" I called back.
"Get beautiful! I'm in no real hurry," replied Bella.
Act II
I quickly made my way to my room at the top of the landing, turned the
key and reacquainted myself with its light and fragrance, shut the door,
locked it and immediately set about transforming myself into Sharon.
Hurrying, anxious to return to Bella as promised, so she could go home,
but more importantly to at last, walk the rooms and grounds in my
effeminate persona. I had the room furnished with matching french period
pieces in white. Which consisted of a king size bed with adorned head
and foot boards, blanket box, bedside lockers, Chez lounge, dressing
screen, dress mannequin, small dining table with 2 chairs and a dresser
and quilted chair. The walls were painted Ivory white and the carpet was
cream with some dark fleck throughout. On the windows were cream oak
Venetian blinds with floor to ceiling Ivory silk curtains with a deep
purple Fleur de Lis design printed as if it were a climbing vine. The
bed was covered in the most sumptuous dusky pink satin bedding, with a
beautiful rose over pattern in black. I undressed and made my way to the
walk-in wardrobe beside the En-suite, which was opposite the bed, on the
left as I enter the room.
I sat at the table on which the Diafemm apparatus sat, waiting for me to
connect up to it. It was a strange looking machine, which looked
something like a Dialysis machine and a Cappucino maker. This very
special device gave me my curves and 'Lady Lumps'. It cost a lot of
money and accompanied the surgical implants I had inserted into my chest
and hip/butt area. These implants were filled by tiny ducts, under each
armpit for the chest area and between the buttocks at the lower back,
for each buttock/hip. The back ones took a bit of getting used to, when
connecting the tubes and once they were connected the Diafemm
acknowledges the correct connections and starts the injection procedure.
Before it starts, I have to ensure that I am completely naked and
standing upright, until the process completes. It takes 20 minutes in
total to inject all four areas with the saline solution. The sensation
is extremely weird, if you can imagine yourself as a balloon being
inflated. My skin has become very accustomed to the process and is kept
especially elastic and subtle by specially formulated cream, which I
must use daily. There is a drawback, in that the tissue around my chest
has become so stretched to accommodate the volume that when drained,
leaves saggy pockets, which I cover up when in normal attire. My hip and
buttock areas are also somewhat saggy when drained, but again I keep
this area under wraps.
I gaze out towards the window briefly, then at the fabulous range of
outfits, dresses, gowns, wigs, footwear, accessories, etc, which
surrounded me in the walk-in wardrobe knowing I will soon be able select
one to wear while going about running the enterprise with my associates.
I quickly remembered to use my Lip Plumper while standing there idle,
which uses a vacuum process to suck out your lips creating a fuller
effect. This must be done gently and patiently, to prevent irritation
around the mouth. After 3-5 minutes of this the results are quite
amazing.
While working on my lips, I also practiced resetting my vocal tones by
trying to bring them a few octaves higher. I found a great technique
which works for me, by humming a particular song, I always use 'Always
Forever' by Donna Lewis, and while doing this I bring my voice pitch
higher and then I let it settle itself and this keeps me amused while my
lips are getting sucked and stretched. Meanwhile, the Diafemm carries on
'sculpting'. I then turn to review the progress in the full length
mirror. I like to give myself curves that compliment my normal physique,
which is average. This is normally a size 14 in clothes, which consists
of 700cc's in each hip area and 600cc's to each breast. The device also
enables me to 'size up or down', dependent on my mood or fancy. These
setting give me a very curvacious 38 - 30 - 40.
Looking in the mirror again, I know the process is just about complete,
without looking at any dials on the Diafemm. I notice that my nipples
have been stretched to about twice the circumference as they were before
I ever had implants - my excitement growing by the second. Both breasts
resembled dried prunes when empty, but now both are smooth and jiggly.
As if, on que, 'Beeee.. Beep', sounded from the Diafemm, with the
message, 'Procedure Complete - Please detach connections'. I promptly
did as advised and sealed each with their special latex plugs. I took
another gaze at my reflection and was transfixed at how a pretty
unexceptional male body, was now curvaceous and voluptuous. Two final
areas, above the neck and between the legs needed rapid work to complete
the feminisation.
"Shit, is that the time," looking at my bedside clock, which told me it
was 08:25 and I had 35 minutes to get myself made up and dressed to
discuss the handover with Bella. "I mustn't keep her waiting," I thought
to myself, as I took my satin dressing gown hanging from the dressing
screen. As I tied it around my new waist, I became aware of how the
fabric caressed my nipples.
I estimated that I had 25 minutes to sort out my makeup and wig, maybe
30 minutes. I was pretty sure what I wanted to wear and getting dressed
would only take 5 or 10 minutes tops. Thankfully, I no longer had to
worry about body hair, the scourge of the crossdresser and indeed
genetic females also. This was achieved quite quickly but painfully,
where the hair on my body was epilated and then the follicles treated
with Kalo, which if regularly applied, stopped the hair regrowth in each
follicle. The result being that, while in my normal mode, I was no
longer one of those hirsute males, made to look older by their body
hair, but it didn't look effeminate either. However, because of this
treatment and my exercise regime, I reduced my weight and toned my
physique right down, so the final piece was the implants to change my
body shape.
I put on my wig cap which gave me some instant brow lift and secured in
place. I quickly combed and glued flat my eyebrows and once dry, I
applied a small coat of liquid latex. Once this had dried, I was ready
for my Dermablend, which covers a multitude of 'sins', but is
effectively a new layer of skin. The shade I have is a perfect match for
my skintone so no blending or softening of makeup lines is required. I
turned and skipped to the wardrobe, grabbed my favourite blonde full
lace wig from its stand and sat back down at the dresser to put it on. I
had mastered this process over the last few months, the tip being to go
steady, gluing the front first and gradually working the rear hairline.
I normally called to my hairdresser Justin, in the towns premier salon
to ensure the wig was secure for my needs.
"There, now dry my pretty," I whispered to myself as I set about
securing my manhood by 'Tucking' in the time honoured method. Each
testicle was gentle pushed up in to groin pockets and with the the help
of a fashioned nylon 'sock' and some skin toned kinesiology tape my
shaft was securely taped back between my legs. Just the crown peeping
out, for going to the loo. It was now 08:40. The lace was now completely
secure all around my hairline, just require a little dusting of powder
to blend the lace with my skintone.
I looked in the mirror and the reflection was a template any woman would
see in the morning just before putting on their makeup for the day. I
brushed my hair back and put on my hairband to ensure full view of my
face for applying the final touches. Starting with the eyes, I pencilled
in some fine new eyebrows, similar to Marlene Dietrich or Goldfrapp,
with a tiny arch. I then applied some liquid eyeliner, blending the top
and bottom lines at the inner and outer eye, which creates an oval type
shape while widening the eye. Gently rubbing the lower line to 'blur'
slighty, I then apply the mascara. One coat then curl before it dries
completely. I apply a hint of bronze shimmer on my eyelid and lipliner
to my now pouty lips. The second mascara coat is applied, some cheek
bronzer and ...... Done! Do my lipstick last of all. It's only 08:50.
I make my way back to the wardrobe where I keep my 'smalls', once I've
found the bra and panty set required, I take off my robe and feel my
breasts sway and almost pull me forward as I bend over to pull my
panties up my smooth, silky legs. To add to the femme experience, I
usually also wear a panty liner, for comfort and realism. My lingerie is
mostly silk and satin and I chose a matching set, that are black satin
with sheer lace front with a pretty bow at the waistband. The matching
bra was underwired and the cups had the same sheer lace design, which
was very comfortable as my CC size breasts settled themselves into the
beautifully formed bra ups. My blouse was black and quite sheer with
gathered shoulder detail and slightly puffed sleeves. The cuffs and
collar were satin and the buttons were small and of satin also. I left
the top 3 buttons undone as usual and then select my skirt suit. This
was a charming Dolce & Gabbana black suit with pencil skirt, the
matching blazer had sharp lapels with white piping, a gathered waist and
slight flared hem, which helped accentuate my hips. Naturally, the
lining was leopard print which felt luxurious as I pulled the skirt up
my naked legs.
I tucked in the blouse, fixed the rear button and zipper, then fixed the
blouse at the waistband. My shoes were black patent courts, with pointed
toe and beige sole. I think a ladies court shoe with this colour sole is
the most stylish. Before putting them on, I put on my foot hose, to
ensure that my foot slips in as if wearing stockings or tights. I'd
stopped wearing hosiery lately, because I enjoyed feeling the air on my
legs so much. Besides, my legs were so smooth and slinky, with all the
care and lotions I regularly apply and the guys love smooth, silky
legs!! The last touches now, I selected some matching pearl accessories
which included a necklace with large pearls, 3 band pearl bracelet and
button earrings, which replaced the silicone 'secret' earrings which I
wear while in normal dress.
Finally, after a critical examination in the full length mirror, I turn
to the dressing table for my lipstick, which is a gorgeous dusky plum
shade. I then see just how much the lip plumper extended my lips. I
kissed some tissue paper and applied a second coat for durability. The
last thing that any stylish lady cannot go without, is a pretty feminine
fragrance. My choice lately is a classic, Anais Anais by Cacharrel. I
create a perfumed cloud above me by squirting 5 or 6 times into air,
then step beneath it and let the perfumed mist cover all of me, Yumm!.
One final look in the full mirror, a chill of excitement ran up and down
my spine, as gazing back from the mirror was a gorgeous, chic and
beautifully groomed lady. 08:58, quickly I grabbed my manicure set and
blazer and made for the bedroom door, my senses become drowned with the
renewed sensations of femininity. My breasts as they sway and jiggle to
each step, the gentle sigh not a swish, as my legs rub against the
lining of the skirt, so much so, that I felt my penis harden from
arousal. It was a good thing that everything was well secured down there
and the panty liner helped greatly.
"Down in a jiffy, Bella," I called down from the landing, as I closed
the door to my boudoir.
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