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Still a bit overwhelmed from the morning's discoveries, I decided to
grab my laptop and go online. Looking around the room, I couldn't find
it though. After looking everywhere else, I decided to look in my purse,
where I saw a new MacBook Air. Well that was different than expected!
I opened the door to my bedroom, not knowing what to expect (I was used
to living in a studio, remember!). The door opened onto a large, open
living/dining area and kitchen. Sitting on the couch was a beautiful
blonde girl; I recognized her from the picture on my dresser, though I
couldn't remember her name.
She looked up from the TV, which was playing Keeping Up with the
Kardashians, and smiled when she saw me. "Ash! What up girl? I assumed
you were at work."
Taylor - that was it, Taylor Ellis. "Hey Taylor - didn't sleep great so
I took the day off. What are you up to?"
"Not much for now, but I was thinking of getting some coffee and
treating myself to a mani/pedi." At that she held up her hand; her old
nail polish had begun to flake off. Her eyes brightened, and she smiled.
"Heyyyyy, you should come with!"
I felt a twinge of excitement, mingled with fear. In my fantasies, I had
always wanted to get a manicure, and the thought was very enticing. On
the flip side, I had no real idea what was going on, or what to do as a
woman. Could I even go outside? Wouldn't that just expose me as a fraud?
But then, was I a fraud at all though? As I learned first-hand a little
while earlier, I was definitely a woman now. Wouldn't having a nice
manicure help me feel more like it? I decided to just go along, and ride
things out to see where that got me.
"For sure - that sounds great!" I said more brightly than I truly felt.
"I definitely need some caffeine and some breakfast, and I've been
thinking about getting a manicure recently... What time were you
thinking?"
"Really?"
"Yes really, why do you sound so surprised?"
"Well, Sloane and I have only been trying to convince you to up your
beauty game since sophomore year!"
Something - shifted - in my brain. Memories I didn't know I had came
flooding into my brain, of hanging out with Taylor and Sloane at NYU
between classes, and in bars and house parties over the last five years.
I remembered a number of conversations where I declined to go get my
nails done with them, or go shopping for makeup, sexy clothes, or cute
accessories. Those were all things I had wanted for a long time as
Andrew though, and now I had a chance to experience them as Ashleigh.
How could I say no to an opportunity like that? How to explain though?
"We'll, you seemed so excited about it... And I know you guys love
getting your nails done. Maybe it's time for me to try some new things?"
At that Taylor's smile widened. "Oh man, Sloane's gonna flip when she
hears I finally convinced you!"
I laughed. "Here's to surprising her then! When do you want to go?"
"Before you change your mind, girl! Go get dressed and let's go in,
like, five."
"It's a date," I said with a wink, which made Taylor laugh
"What's gotten into you? Whatever it is, I like it!"
I went back into my bedroom, and closed the door, slumping against it,
terrified. What the fuck had I just gotten myself into? I steeled
myself: this was something I had fantasized about for years, and now
that I could actually have it, I wasn't about to fuck it up. Who knew
when this dream would end? Would it end? God, I hoped not!
I went over to the closet and walked in (yes, I had a walk-in I could
actually walk into!). Looking around the shelves, I found myself a
little underwhelmed though. While there were plenty of clothes and
shoes, it appeared that until this point Ashleigh had erred on the
conservative side. Among the numerous pairs of shoes were mostly flats,
sneakers, and sandals - the highest heels looked like maybe 2"? That was
fine though, I thought - I didn't exactly know how to walk in heels!
Looking at the weather on my phone, I saw that it was going to be a hot
day so I wanted to wear something comfortable. Previously that would
have meant shorts and a t-shirt, but I wanted to take advantage of being
a beautiful woman and dress more femininely than that. Looking around
the closet, I found a floral-patterned dress that looked like it fell to
mid-calf, with a halter neck. That would do. I looked at the shoes. I
wanted to find a wedge, or a strappy sandal, but I didn't see anything.
The best I could find was a Tory Burch strappy brown flat. I thought it
would look cute with the dress, so grabbed those. I went to my dresser
to grab some underwear and found a drawer full of fairly boring panties
- a mix of bikini and full cut. I put on a pair of white bikini cut ones
with a subtle floral pattern. After that, I slipped the dress on over my
head. I realized that I wouldn't really be able to wear a bra with the
back cut as it was, but decided to go with it anyway. I slipped the top
up and felt the dress gather my breasts together as I tied the halter
straps around my neck in a bow; looking down, I could see my breasts
pushed together - I had cleavage! I slipped the flats on and buckled
their small straps around my ankle.
I went to look in the mirror - I looked sexy. The dress was snug in the
bust, my cleavage looking amazing, and flowy from there down (I'd later
learn this was called and Empire waist - either way, I loved it!); I
could have stared for hours. The light fabric felt amazing against my
skin - I had never experienced anything like that before. Looking at my
hair though, it was clear I needed to do something with it. It was fine
for staying in, but a bit messy for going out. I grabbed my phone and
quickly googled, "messy bun long hair". A couple of tries later, I had
something I was happy with and bound it with a couple of bobby pins and
a hair elastic from the bathroom counter. Looking at my face, I wanted
to do something, but didn't know what. Then I remembered my lip gloss. I
went back to the dresser, unscrewed the top of the gloss, and brushed a
slick of the light pink gloss across my bottom lip. I rubbed my lips
together and felt the gloss spread to cover them both. It would have to
do for now.
I grabbed my wristlet, slipping everything back in, and stole a final
glance in the mirror. I looked amazing - this had been my fantasy for
the longest time, and now I was living it. A beautiful woman looked out
at me, in a flowy sundress. I was going to get my nails done. I felt
more right and truly more comfortable than I had in a very long time,
perhaps years. I felt more like...myself, if that makes any sense?
I went back into the living room, where Taylor was waiting. She was
wearing a loose pair of linen Capri pants and a tank top, along with a
pair of espadrilles with a two-inch heel. Her eyes went wide and she
walked over and put the back of her hand on my forehead. "Are you ok?
Who are you and where is my Ash?"
I smiled. "Just thought I'd try something new. You and Sloane always
look so cute, so..."
"Well, I love it! Let's do it."
We left our apartment and took the elevator down to the ground floor. I
had wondered where I lived now and saw it was one of the newer buildings
uptown. I followed Taylor into the garage. "Do you want me to drive, or
do you want to?" she asked.
I groaned, "I totally spaced and forgot my keys!"
"Guess I'm driving!"
I followed Taylor over to a BMW 3 Series and we both got in. "Where are
we going?"
"I have a salon I like at Riverside Square," she replied. "Plus, maybe
we can do some shopping." She looked at me almost expectantly.
"Sounds good! I could use a few things."
"Ok, this is getting weird," Taylor replied, smiling. "Where are the
cameras? Am I dreaming? This is literally what I've been trying to get
you to do since we met!"
"I guess you finally wore me down."
We drove out of Hoboken and up to Riverside in about 20 minutes -
traffic was light. We parked and went into the mall; I followed Taylor
to the salon, where she was greeted like a regular. They walked us to
stations next to each other, where Taylor said, with a mischievous grin,
"I think I'm going to get a set of tips. You game?"
My heart skipped a beat. I found long nails incredibly erotic and had
wanted them for a long time. At the same time, I was nervous about
biting off too much too soon. "Tempting, but I think I'll start with
something beginner-friendly".
"Worth a try! Make sure you get gel though - it lasts way longer and is
stronger."
"Sounds good!"
Our techs arrived then, and I asked to have a gel manicure and pedicure.
My nail tech showed me a huge array of color options, and I picked a
rich, glossy burgundy shade. I showed Taylor and got a thumbs up in
return. I saw that she had settled on a subtle mauve color; I'd have to
remember that one - it was super cute.
They did our pedicures first, massaging our feet, trimming and shaping
our toenails, and then putting on a base coat and two coats of polish,
followed by a glossy topcoat. Between each coat, they put our feet under
UV light. While that was going on, I checked my bank balance on my
phone, and was pleasantly surprised to see $1,600 more than I expected!
I guess work as Ashleigh really was going better.
When they finished, I saw 10 perfectly manicured toes staring up me,
each nail coated in a high gloss deep burgundy. They looked so sexy! The
techs started on our hands; for me, it was the same process as the pedi,
but for Taylor, they also put on and shaped a set of tips. She had
settled on a ballerina nail that extended about 1/2" beyond her
fingertips, and they looked so good on her hands! I was instantly
jealous, but still happy with how mine turned out. My natural nails were
maybe 1/8" past my fingertips - a good place to start, and the gel
looked amaze. When we were done, I reached into my wristlet and pulled
out $20 to tip the nail tech, and paid for the bill ($70!) with my Amex.
Seeing my burgundy nails on my wristlet and handling my iPhone looked so
perfect - so right; I felt so good about it, like it was exactly as it
should be. I felt another shift in my brain. I knew that next time, I'd
get the tips - but, baby steps for now.
We decided to go grab coffee next. While walking there, Taylor took my
hand in hers and held mine up, her long nails gently scraping my palm as
she did, which elicited a shiver of excitement from me.
"OMG, Ash - your nails look amaze! Do you love it?"
I looked down at my hand in hers, her long mauve nails and my shorter
burgundy ones. I was so turned on in that moment. "I should have let you
talk me into this a long time ago, Tay. I love them so much - they're so
feminine. And your nails, holy shit! I'm so jealous at how hot they
look. I'd be afraid to break them though." That was true, actually; they
looked difficult to handle.
"I'm sure I'll figure it out, girl. Besides, we always do crazy shit for
our boys."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Brendan has been complimenting my nails recently, and I've been
wearing them longer, so I thought he'd like them really long! I wanted
to try even longer but I pussied out. He thinks he's being subtle about
it, but he's super easy to read. It's adorbs, actually."
I instantly knew that she had been seeing Brendan the past few months;
I'd met him a few times. Even though he was 'hot', I actually felt much
more attracted to Taylor than I did to Brendan. While I was definitely a
woman (holy shit - would that ever get old?!), I didn't really feel my
desire stir with men. Yet, anyway - I wondered if that would change>
At Starbucks, we got coffee and a very late breakfast. Without knowing
exactly why, instead of ordering a black coffee and muffin like I often
did, I knew that I wanted a skinny venti caramel macchiato and a plain
yogurt. Taylor laughed and called me "such a basic bitch", but in a
loving way. They were both delicious, and I was actually full after,
which surprised me.
As we were drinking our coffees, I realized we were both admiring our
new manicures. In that moment, I felt another small shift in my brain.
"Tay, we totes need to Insta this." I held out my coffee in a way that
showed off my new nails, and noticed Taylor do the same next to mine. I
took out my iPhone and snapped a pic, then went into Instagram on my
phone. Despite not consciously knowing exactly what I was doing, I was
quickly done. I saw that I had posted the picture, and captioned it
"#coffeelife and #gelmanis with my bestie @TayTay1993 #treatyoself
#gelmanicure #girlsday #retailtherapy #nailsofinsatagram
#whydidntidothissooner" on either end the caption was bookended by fire
emojis, manicure emojis, and 100% emojis. I guess I knew as Ashleigh how
to Instagram!
Taylor immediately liked the pic, and laughed. She asked where else I'd
like to go, and told her I wanted some new shoes, some new underwear,
and that I wanted to get my ears pierced. At each of these, she seemed
to get more excited.
"Ash. Stop. Don't toy with me like this. Is this for real?"
"Yeah girl, I don't know why, but I really feel like it's my time. I
want to have these experiences I've been putting off. And I'm glad
you're with me for them."
"Follow me then!" she said as she took off practically running.
I followed her to Victoria's Secret, which had also long been a fantasy
of mine. We went in and I was immediately drawn to a table with a huge
assortment of thongs laid out. I knew I wanted to get some, so I started
grabbing pairs in a variety of colors and materials, from cotton to
silk. In the end, I probably had 20 pairs, and I bought all of them!
They had a bunch of different deals, like 5 for $30, so it wasn't
terrible. I had guessed that I was probably a size six, but one of the
saleswomen had helped me discover I was actually a four! I realized that
there was a lot I didn't know about my body yet, and I looked forward to
discovering it.
Taylor bought a lace corset, with matching thong and thigh high
stockings. I smiled and said, "Brendan is gonna be a lucky boy."
Taylor's smile grew wicked, and she replied, "And I am gonna be a lucky
girl when he gets so turned on by this that he'll do whatever I want!
I'm gonna make him eat me for hours."
I blushed furiously but had to admit I found the thought appealing,
feeling another small shift in my brain. I imagined being licked and
fucked by a man. Despite my long-running fantasies, I had never really
considered that part in detail. The thought of being held, being kissed,
of feeling a man enter me... Feeling his tongue darting over my clit and
inside of me... I admit, I was a bit turned on. I felt myself getting a
little wet. I guess maybe I was attracted to guys? I'd have to keep
careful track of this one.
We paid for our unmentionables and went on to the Coach store; I wanted
to get some nice new shoes but didn't exactly have the budget for
Ferragamos or Louboutins, and didn't want something cheap. While I found
them super sexy, I also didn't think I was ready for really high heels;
I just knew I wanted something taller than flats or kitten heels.
I tried on a bunch of different shoes, learning I was a size 7 in the
process. I picked out a couple of pairs: a cute pair of brown leather
peep-toe pumps with a 3" stiletto heel, and a more adventurous pair of
brown leather strappy wedge sandals with a 5" cork heel and a 2"
platform. Seeing my glossy burgundy toenails peeking out of both pairs
was a huge turn-on. I decided on a whim to wear the sandals out of the
store. Walking in them was actually easier than I expected, probably due
to the width of the heel and the fact that while they were super tall,
the platform height cut down on how much my foot had to lift. As I
walked in the high heels, I felt another subtle shift in my brain - I
knew that I wanted - no, needed - to get more heels like these so I
could wear them all the time. They made me feel so sexy! I could see
that Taylor liked them too; the way they looked, the way they changed
how I walked, forcing me to take shorter steps and pushing my chest
forward while swinging my hips more from side to side.
Taylor linked her arm in mine and said, "Ash, I had no idea you'd turn
out to be such a slut!" At that she smiled and winked. I turned the word
over in my mind. A slut. That was what I had wanted for so long in my
fantasies, wasn't it? It sounded... Fun? I wasn't sure. I knew I wanted
to have fun and live out all of my girly fantasies. For all I knew, this
miracle, while very real at the moment, could have an expiration date. I
knew that I wanted to make the most of it just in case. If that meant
being slutty, that actually sounded ok.
I smiled back at her. "You're such a bitch, Tay! I love you anyway
though."
"Love you girl!"
We went back to Taylor's 3 Series and headed back toward Hoboken. As we
drove, she told me we'd go to a tattoo shop she liked back in town and I
could get my ears pierced there. When we arrived, the woman at the front
directed me to a large, tattooed man. He looked intimidating, but was
actually very gentle as he described the process and asked me what I
wanted. I told him I wanted to get two piercings in each earlobe, and
one in the upper cartilage of my left ear. I had always found girls with
multiple piercings sexy, and I figured I'd go all out.
As he went to prepare his tools, Taylor noticed me idly looking at some
pictures of belly button piercings. She said, "I've always wanted one of
those - they look so slutty, in the best way. You want to get one with
me? I figure I should ask now as you're clearly out of your mind today!"
She grinned at the last part.
As I thought about what she said, I got incredibly turned on. Without
hesitation, I said, "Abso-fuckin-lutely, Tay - we'll be belly piercing
twins!" I giggled. When the man came back, I told him that we both also
wanted belly button piercings. He grinned and said, "Sure! You ladies
seem pretty fun, and I bet you will love them. I know you probably want
the cute dangly ones, but you'll need to get a simple hoop with a ball
for now."
The disappointment must have been easy to read on my face, as he quickly
added, "It should take a couple of months for the piercings to heal
enough to swap out, but so long as you take it pretty easy, you should
be able to switch to something more elaborate then. They'll be fully
healed in three to six months, depending on how well you care for them."
"Sounds good - let's do it!" I replied. My heart was racing as he sat us
down in next to each other and prepped each of our belly buttons, first
cleaning the area with alcohol, and then numbing it with a quick spray
of topical anesthetic. It had been Taylor's idea, so she went first. She
wordlessly reached out for my hand, and I gave her a squeeze as he
sterilized and inserted a thick, curved needle into the skin above her
belly button, coming down and out through the upper rim of her belly
button. He deftly threaded in a stainless loop, and closed it with a
ball. He then repeated the process on me, Taylor returning the favor and
squeezing my hand tightly. When the needle entered my skin, it was a
moment of exquisite agony, the pain tempered by a subtle feeling that I
was becoming more and more the person I wanted to be, deep inside,
underscored by another subtle shift in my brain. He quickly slid a
matching loop through the hole and closed it with a ball closure.
He cleaned us each, and as he put a bandage over each of our piercings,
the man said, "I'm sure that hurt like a motherfucker, and it'll be sore
for a while. The most important thing you can do is to make sure you
keep it clean. Use rubbing alcohol twice per day - in the morning and
before bed. I'd suggest not working out for a week or so to let the
healing get started, and take it easy for the next few weeks."
I let my dress drop down to cover my belly again. In the brief moment I
had seen the ring before he bandaged it, glinting atop the tight expanse
of my belly above my panties, I knew I had made the right decision.
"Let's do your ears now. I'll give you some simple metal studs. The
lower ones you'll need to leave for about month, but the cartilage I'd
recommend leaving in for 6 months before swapping it. You'll need to
keep these clean too, in the same way." With that, he numbed my earlobes
with some ice, before sliding a smaller needle through each lobe twice.
This hurt too, but not nearly as much. Lastly, he did the upper
cartilage on my left ear. Into each fresh hole, he slid in a small
silver stud.
As we left, Taylor exclaimed, "I can't believe you just did that, Ash! I
love it! You were always so conservative and I thought you'd never
loosen up. I don't care what's behind it, but today has been super
awesome."
"I know, right? Tay, I don't know why, but I just feel like this is the
right time for me, you know? I'm tired of being so boring - I want to
live a little, have some fun. I wish I'd done it sooner! Everything we
did today felt so sexy and so right. I'm super glad you were with me,
girl."
We shared a big hug and I kissed her on the cheek. Holding hands, we
walked back to Taylor's Beemer and drove back to our apartment. I
immediately went back into my room and started to masturbate furiously -
I had been living my fantasy for the day and I was so wet. I came almost
immediately, and pushing through, I came a second time before collapsing
on my bed. I must have fallen asleep, because when I looked at the clock
again, it was just after 5pm. I had fallen asleep in my dress, with my
shoes still on! I took the shoes off, again admiring my sexy new nails
(would that ever get old?), then went into my closet to change into
something more comfortable. A few minutes later, I was wearing a pair of
black Lululemon yoga pants and a grey stretchy tank that exposed my
cleavage and left my belly bare.
Neither of us had plans for Saturday night, so we decided to order Thai
food for delivery and binge on Netflix. I realized I was starving but
when the food came, I only ate a bit of Pad Thai and some grilled squid.
As Andrew I would have destroyed the whole order, but as Ashleigh I was
full so quickly! We opened a bottle of Pinot Noir and each had a couple
of glasses, snuggled together on the couch. Seeing my own nails and
Taylor's beside the dark red wine was pretty awesome. We watched a bunch
of Kardashians and some Vanderpump Rules. I had never found those shows
interesting before, but I was strangely fascinated by them now that I
was a woman. I loved all the outfits, the shoes, and the makeup, and
especially the nails (even if they were kind of intimidating!). I was
loving every minute.
Several increasingly tipsy hours later, we each went to bed. As I lay
there, I felt my body, as if to make sure it was real. Was this a dream?
If so, it was so vivid. I was happy for the first time in a very long
time, and I hoped I wouldn't wake up to find things changed back.
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