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A Wedding Story. Chapters 4 and 5 The fun begins. Chapter 4 paul Mangione, the son of Roco and Valentina Mangione, who to prove his undying love to his fianc? Gabby, accepted her challenge to become a bride for a day. Thinking he was signing up for the least invasive procedure, at a business that performs short term, long term or permanent gender reimagining services, and it would only be for 4 days max. Unfortunately for paul choose procedure number 3, though temporary was the second most extreme outcome and was performed on him. Was all this caused by paul's lack of attention or just a bad mistake by the New Ewes and Rams company? Now the proud self-made business man is not very happy because by his own mother description of him as "a knock out, a va va va va ....... VOOM in a big way!" paul has suddenly has been changed from the male in the species, into something quite different, the female of the species. We Continue with Chapter 4 "Mmm I love Campari on the rocks, sometimes as a mixer, even straight up at times. I keep it hidden in my pantry for times like this," said Valentina Mangione, the mother of newly minted paula mangione. "Please dear, do continue your story," said Mrs. Mangione to her future daughter in law Gabby Abruzzo. "Sure, by the way this Campari is fabulous! Anywho, after the procedure was completed around 5:30PM, I was told I could see paul um sorry, paula in about an hour or so in the finishing room. That was their name for the recovery room. The head surgeon, Dr. Laura Timhouser, who was the lead doctor on paula's transformation case spent about a half hour with me telling me about the benefits of paula's life affirming procedure and her opinion of paula's transformation outcome. Dr. Timhouser bluntly stated that some things paula may experience for a short time include emotional swings due to hormonal levels, tiredness or even periodic lactation that could be heavy at times. paula not being used to higher levels of estrogen and progesterone and other female hormones will just take some time to get used to these new feelings. I didn't have the heart to tell the doctor paula wasn't there as a possible future patient for procedure #4 so this procedure should not be considered life affirming as so much as life altering to paul. Today was just a mistake really. The good news as the doctor explained due to the robotic surgeries paula would not be in much pain and any pain she does fell should be taken away by basic Extra Strength Tylenol. However, she is prescribing a lite sedative before sending us on our way home and one that is stronger for her to take before she went to bed. I was escorted into the finishing room where paula was resting comfortably at, about 6:20PM. I was asked when she awakes to please have her drink a solution they provided to me if I didn't mind. I asked if the drink is only for hydration not a medicine as that would make me uncomfortable. I was told yes; the drink would help re-hydrate her and finish the last part of paula's reimagining, to raise her speaking voice into the frequency of a normal female her age. In other words, it will allow paula to sound like any other woman, not some manly sounding voice or raspy smoker voice. The solution is mostly water and some basic sugars and a small amount of very tiny nanobots. They are preprogramed to be ingested, absorbed into the blood stream, find the larynx and then go to work smoothing and shorting paula's vocal cords. This procedure was originally developed to help singers who have suffered vocal cord injuries to have their larynx repaired in hopes of continuing their careers. In the past 5 years a modified version has been developed to help men or women who are transitioning have their voice changed in to the octave range of their new gender. By the morning her voice will be changed completely. Knowing it was medicine but not a narcotic or something strong, I agreed to give it to paula when she awoke which was around 7:00PM. paula was very groggy still, but did manage to get the drink down and then rested in and out of sleep for about 35 more minutes. At 8:00, a nurse came in again awaking her, gave her the lite sedative and helped her to dress with the clothes I brought. paula was put into a simple cotton bra and panty set along with a loose-fitting dress and casual flats. Quite honestly, paula looked a mess! Surprisingly she did not put up a fight about changing into women's clothing but I really don't think she was fully aware of her surroundings. Unfortunately, Due to an electrical maintenance issue, I was informed paula's makeover spa day appointment the next day was being moved to the brand-new NU Ewes Women's Spa in Mayville, NY. It is located only about 15 miles west of where we were. It is called the Chalet NE, as it is designed to look like an old European Chalet and exclusively for women. It is located on the Northwest tip of Chataqua Lake right on the water for a gorgeous view of the lake year-round. It is a brand-new facility that opened only 2 months ago and caters to Nu Ewes reimagined and cinder women from North East Ohio, Southern and Central NY State and North Eastern Pennsylvania. It is an exclusive day spa as in very expensive. Nu Ewes and Rams are hoping it will become a model for more facilities around the country. Looking at paula I was not sure she could make the makeover appointment here or there or even if it was at Downtown Buffalo, but I did not express my doubts. She was officially released at 8:25PM. They wheelchaired paula to my car, we got in and made our way home. We got home around 9:30PM and although paula was aware of the surroundings of being home she was still disoriented. I chose to forgo any more sedatives for the evening. I got her upstairs onto our bed and I was able to get her clothes off of her. I was planning to help get her in her normal male pajamas. However, after I took a moment to see what she looked like naked I rethought that idea as I was able to see just how much paula had been reimagined! paula certainly wasn't a paul any longer. He was definitely a she, and looking at her body quite frankly I became a bit jealous. Beautiful face, slim shoulders, a bust that was slightly larger than man but has no sag, slim waist, long legs. The biggest shock to me was looking at paula and not seeing a penis in between her legs for the first time, made this whole thing real to me. Was all this just a mistake of Nu Ewes? Or should I have called her before handing in the contract. I know her, that morning she was probably in a hurry to get to work, just picked up the contracts and signed one. Now I am eventually I am going to have to tell her, it's going to be at least 8 months of femininity maybe more. I am sure she will not react well. Then I had a mischief thought, instead of paul's old male pajamas, I thought why not introduce her new softer side of life and get her dressed in the little rose-colored nighty and panty set paula had given to me for Valintine's Day. I haven't worn it yet. paula and I were about the same weight now, I am slightly taller than she is, although her bust is slightly larger than mine but the built-in bra should be large enough for her. She liked the nighty so much, let her wear it! It was my Valentine's Day gift to her! When she wakes up, she will have to admit how soft and silky her new nighty feels on her softer, hairless skin. I dressed her, tucked her into bed and got myself ready also. She was sleeping before I was able to shut the lamp off. I snuggled up to her and let my fingers do some walking through the yellow pages so to speak. Not near her private parts. Just to touch and feel her skin. It was so odd feeling her hairless and smooth soft skin. I drifted off thinking of how my fianc? is now a better-looking woman than me. I was startled awake the next morning to the yelling to the voice I was not familiar with but of course it was paula and she was not so happy with the results of her reimaging to say the least. I woke up to paula yelling, "Gabby, Gabby, Gabby fucking wake up! What the fuck? What the fuck did those fuckers do to me! Gabby wake up! Holy Shit! My Voice! Gabby Fucking Wake UP! I Need to Piss! I Need Help! I Mean, Well, What the Fuck! I Don't Know What TO Do... Gabby!!!" paula was beside herself yelling from our bedroom bathroom. Gabby continued, "I was startled by the yelling and looked over at my alarm clock, 7:36AM. I jumped out of bed and ran into our bedroom bathroom. I thought perhaps she was bleeding or something. I immediately noticed that beautiful nighty was ripped and laying on the floor torn in several pieces along with her panties. I looked up seeing paula standing nude, just staring the toilet and asked her "Are you bleeding, are you in any pain? What is wrong?" I was concerned with that much work being done on her something was dramatically wrong! "Is something wrong? Are you fucking making a joke? Fucking look at me! Fucking listen to my voice, is something wrong? The only hair I have on my fucking body is on my fucking head! Gabby, I have fucking tits with fucking bigger nipples than you! They gave me tits! Fuck, Fuck Fuck, real tits! And they cut off my fucking dick and balls off! I don't have a dick anymore!! Even worse that that I think I have a fucking women's pussy! I have a pussy???!!! I touched down there and I can feel it, I feel those outer lips like you have when I touched it down there!!!! NO WAY!! I am going to sue those assholes. I think they changed me into a woman!! Agh... What will my fucking father, brothers or my buddies think! I will tell you what they are going to think I am gay! Me gay?!! I am All Man! Oh no what about my business? What will my mother think... oh no that will not be good! Gabby what about you? We are supposed get married, do want to marry a woman? This was supposed to be for only a few days... look at me I have bigger tits than you! This is your fault, Gabby. All your fucking fault, that shit about learning how hard you have it planning a stupid wedding really? You talked me into going to that stupid place. They were only going to do some simple things... now look at me! I am a chick! I don't have a dick!!! No, no no..." paula was raging out of control. "Well Valentina, I mean Mrs. Mangione, paula certainly looked All Woman more than All Man at that moment, that was for sure! But blaming me? Really? I was really getting mad with her saying that, but I kept my cool. paula continued to yell making a fool out of herself going on and on. Finally, I tired of hearing her yelling and swearing and blaming me, so I fired back, "First of all please stop screaming at me. You signed up for procedure #3, not me. It was all spelled out in the contract you signed. You put it in the envelope signed, sealed and with a note for me to me go ahead and bring it in and sign you up for the procedure. You even drew a heart and I love you on your note. Lucky, you didn't sign up for procedure #4. I would be teaching you how to insert a tampon then! You would be 100% FEMALE with a uterus, fallopian tubes and your own little nest of eggs making you capable to bearing children or at least have a monthly visitor! I thought you wanted to show me how much you love me and went the extra mile for me!" I answered back. "Look at me Gabby, I think I went the extra fucking 100 miles for you! Right now, I have to fucking pee. I can feel it wanting to come out but I don't know how to let it flow. These sucks! I stood over the toilet for 5 minutes, nothing came out! What's wrong? I tried, I tried before calling for you. Not even a fucking drop... this sucks!" paula groused as she explained her predicament. "First of all, sit on the toilet. Women do not stand like men." I told her. She did begrudgingly as I instructed, only she forgot to pull down the seat first and almost fell in. I forced myself not to laugh and told her I do that sometimes tool. paula just looked at me stood back up, lowered the seat and tried to go. "Breath deep," I told her, nothing. "Close your eyes and think of something enjoyable. Still nothing came out of her. Ok I want you close your eyes again and I will paint you a picture with words. That will help take your mind off of all this. Also lean slightly forward. It helps the tinkling begin. That's it. You are doing fine. paula did as instructed, still nothing came out. "This is fucked up Gabby! I am an adult man. A man does not need to be fucking potty trained." paula continued to yell and swear. She was really frying my grits by then, you know. I told her, "Ok do it again. But picture your favorite thing to do. I think I know what that is!" I told her. To her credit she closed her eyes again and I noticed a slight smile. I knew it was my time. I quickly moved forward grabbing her middle torso and began tickling her. She shrieked at the start but then it happened...That sound of air being pushed out and then tinkle hitting the water! A steady stream of urine started coming out of her new urethral orifice. She urinated for 30 seconds at least. When she was done tinkling, I praised her like a little girl leaning to be potty- trained girl. Saying enthusiastically to her, "See how nice it feels to tinkle. You get to sit down doing it for now, way better than standing up, and you can think of fun things while you do it. I never could understand why boys would stand up to tinkle anyway? They can easily sit just like girls and do it if they wanted to," I said to paula trying to make her feel better. All paula said instead of thanks was, "Why the fuck are you calling piss, tinkle? Men piss got that? We are not pussies; we don't have happy thoughts while we piss! "Hey watch your mouth please. I call it that because that is what my mom taught me to call it. You will call it that for now on please. And remember when you tinkle make sure you wipe. If you don't, you could cause yourself an infection. Remember to start at your front and wipe backward toward your tushy. It is important to keep your tinkle hole and actually you whole vulva area clean and free of germs. Germs lead to sickness; sickness leads to Dr. visits. You want to go see my friend the GYNOB? No? Then wipe from front to back after going tinkle or poopy, ok? Oh, and don't wipe down there too much, the skin in that area is very sensitive. A lot isn't better," I said to paula as I tried to be nice explaining female hygiene. She just glared at me and began shouting and swearing again yelling, "Look Gabby I don't care what your mom told you about wiping your pussy and ass. I am not calling piss, tinkle and I am not calling shit, poopy. It is piss and shit, got that?" He was being so stupid. She didn't even know her tinkle is coming from her new urethral orifice not her vagina! I wanted to yell in kind but we had an 9:30AM appoint at the spa at The Chalet in Mayville and I didn't want her to dig her heels in any more than she has. I said to her, "I am sorry if I offended you, but we have an appointment at the salon for your hair and nails and a few other things to get you "Bride" ready remember. You told me that would be ok but I better not get used to you doing girly things, but you would do this remember? So go shower and I will lay out something to wear. Also, no more yelling and profanity. I am getting very upset hearing it." paula beathed a heavy sigh. "Yes, Gabby I remember. Sorry about the swear words and loud voice. This whole thing is much more than I expected. I said I would do it; I will go and get my hair and nails and other things done to get ready for my wedding day. Whatever that means. Just remember no dresses just pants, a tee shirt something like that. No fucking girly shit. This is your fucking fault you know," She said to me still blaming me for her choice and still with the swear words. I think with the use of vulgarity, she was trying to humiliate me, show me she was still the man, but she was just stoking a fire deep within me. Mrs. Mangione quietly said, "You poor thing. I never realized how loud, aggressive and mean paula was at times, and that mouth! I wish I had washed it out anytime I heard her swear. She is just like her father!" Gabby said, "Thank you for your support. We have been to counseling about her temper and use of swear words. It's the only thing that scares me about her. I won't tolerate that kind of behavior. She had been making such good progress. Obviously, this is a whole new level of stress for her but she caused it herself, still her actions that morning was uncalled for." Taking a sip of her drink Gabby continued, "Anywho, getting back to our little story here, paula did take her shower. While she was showering, I started thinking about her behavior that morning all over again. I was seething inside. Originally, I was going to let her have her wish, jeans, tee, and maybe flip flops. However, underneath she was going to have to wear a bra and panties whether she liked it or not. I figured the simplest cotton bra I had and cotton white panties which are similar to her normal underwear. But that behavior made me rethink my plan. Instead, I wanted her wearing the laciest bra and panty set I had. At that time, I didn't know what sizes she was exactly or if she could fit into a pair of my panties for today and the bra was a 34 B. So, I looked through my drawers and picked out a beautiful white lace panty and bra set by Simone Perele. It was a demi and thong. Welcome to uncomfortable undergarments paula! Although I knew they would look fabulous on her. Then I had to pick out something that I could say it isn't a dress. I looked in my closet and picked out of a white wide leg romper. The top half had a half inch straps, a neck line that was definitely going to show some boob but in a cute way, you know. It was pretty short so she was going to show plenty of leg too. Oh yea, by the way it zips in back! I thought when she steps into the romper and pulls it up, I will be the one zipping her into her outfit, one that she will not be able to easily get out of! To finish her look, I added a nice pair of Espadrille open toe slip on platform wedges. I even had a delicate ankle bracelet, and a nice necklace with a cross for her wear! That outfit was aggressive but she deserved it for being such a hot-tempered, foul-mouthed person. Besides paula always says let's just jump in and see if we can swim. Turnabout is fair play, right! I Laid them on the opposite side of the bed. My side. My vanity is on that side of the room, along with my dresser, closet, and floor mirror. She was also going to wear some makeup before we left too, I decided." paula emerge from the bathroom not with her towel wrapped around herself she was just holding it showing off all her goods. I said, "Ehem.... Women wrap a towel around themselves after showering, we do not walk around naked." paula responded, "Well we fucking men do." Not wanting to fight and say something like well, a man has a penis and I noticed you don't, but you do have breasts and vulva. However, it would only cause more hard feelings. I just rolled my eyes and said, "I picked out an outfit for you to wear. Its over there on my side of the bed. We will have to be going soon so please dress quickly". paula didn't say a word. She just dropped her towel on the floor and nakedly walked to my side of our bed where her clothing awaited her. Boom! She started right away, "No Way! No Fucking Way! NO NO NO NO Fucking way am I wearing those things! paula picked up each item separately and threw them on the floor piece by piece. Grousing loudly, she said, "Those are women's clothes. I said my I will wear my own underwear, jeans, a tee shirt and my old sneakers, and see Gabby I did not yell" I answered her by saying, "Well my dear we are going to a women's spa for them to paint you up and to do something with your hair to make it more presentable so graciously pick up those things and put them on, we have to get going soon." paula at least picked everything off the floor throwing them on the bed but started shouting, "Maybe you didn't hear me? I already fucking said no to this girly get up. I definitely, NO WAY, am going to put on whatever the fuck you call this (holding up the romper) or those shoes or that girly underwear. Have you lost your fucking mind Gabby; I am a man. I am ALL MAN; I don't wear my girlfriends fucking pussy clothes like some fag." And with that boorish statement she threw all of my things on the floor. paula still naked slowly walked toward me on the other side of the bed looking extremely irritated and menacing. She looked like she may try to hit me and I was prepared to defend myself. Though I wasn't afraid really. You probably do not know but I am a blackbelt in Judo. I am a six degree in Judo actually a 6th degree blackbelt. Throughout my childhood into becoming an adult I have practiced my art continually. I also am an avid weight lifter. Not like I lift heavy amounts but to stay firm and strong. So, If she did try anything physical against me, she would be severely punished. However, all she did was walk by me to go to her dresser. I assumed to find her own clothes to wear. paula was in for a very serious let down. She didn't know part of the service contract with New Hewes included the removal of all of her male clothing. When she opened her underwear drawer it was full of panties of every type and color. Evidently every drawer and I am assumed at that point her closet was full of women's clothing. Removal of the reimagined patient clothing was one of many parts of an intense immersion program NER does for people who choose procedure #3 or #4. What I heard was upon opening her underwear drawer was, "What the fuck, no, no, no. No fucking no way, no, where is my underwear, NO WAY Gabby!" Not giving me time to explain things, paula kept yelling and swearing, "Fucking bras, fucking pantyhose, fucking short shorts, fucking whatever this is (holding up a corselette). Who did all this, did those fuck bastards break in and steal my clothes too? No, I bet it was Fucking you, Gabby! Fucking thinking it would be fun to play dress up with me? This fucking shit has to go today!" paula kept on yelling at the top of her voice trying to belittle me. I was standing behind paula about three feet away though she had her back to me, yelling at the wall. I thought that is it! I am not going to be yelled at or screamed at any longer. I made a fast move toward her wrapping my right arm around her middle and pushed her feet forward with my right foot. She basically fell backward toward me. Then spinning her to face the opposite direction I quickly dragged her to the bed as paula was screaming to let her go. I plopped myself down and kicked her feet backward behind her, paula let out an ugh sound as she fell across my lap ass up. I took my left leg and secured her back side of her legs and feet, that now faced her dresser to hold her in place over my lap. Still yelling at me to let her go saying "No Gabby, NO WAY, hey stop! You are hurting me, no, no, no, stop this, please, I am not a child! I am a man! Please let me go, you are humiliating me Gabby, please let me go! With my right hand in the middle of her back pressing down holding her in place, I raised my left hand into position and said, "If you are going to act like a little girl you are going to get a little girl's punishment.... a good spanking! One spank my dear little girl for every time you said fuck, shitting, pussy, tits and some extra for yelling and refusing to get dressed in what I laid out for you MISSY! And with that warning my first five spanks hit their mark!" Gabby confessed. Each spank was accompanied by a yelp and yelling and more swearing as paula pleaded, "Ouch, hey wait, what the fuck are you doing, no not this too! I am not a child, I am not a little girl, I am a ma... ouch! Please fucking stop this, this please, stop! Ouch, Gabby, I ORDER YOU TO STOP NOW!" That last statement that she orders me to stop? That really angered me. The first five spanks were not even that hard. Of course, she didn't just lay there and take it. Beside pleading for her freedom, she started trying bucking up and down to break free. That didn't do anything and I proceeded to count out loud each spank from then on, starting back at one loudly saying, "One, (spank), for the next few days you will act like a woman. - 2, (spank), for the next few days you will be a good woman. - 3 (spank), You will wear any clothes I pick for you. (spank), You have breasts and you will wear a bra and a vagina now and you will wear panties now. After about 15 spanks reminding her of her femininity, she gave up the bucking to get free, however she switched to kicking her feet up and down as I had loosened my hold on her legs. As if that was going to do anything. 22 (spank) You will wear a wedding dress. Eventually no more kicking just crying. 30 (spank) you will do as I ask this weekend. - 35 (spank) you will show me you are a happy to be a beautiful woman, not a potty mouth. - 38 getting ready to spank her bottom again when she finally said she gives up. "Please stop, I will do what you ask. I know I am a man who looks like a woman but I will act like a good girl eh... woman. I will wear what you want me to, even if I hate it. OUCH! I WILL BE A GOOD BRIDE FOR YOU TOO THIS SATURDAY, ... PLEASE JUST STOP THIS FUCKING SHIT, IT HURTS," paula pleaded. "Still swearing Missy? 40-44 I used a hair brush I had thrown it on the bed earlier and decided I had to up my game. I never really hit her behind hard but now she lied about accepting her fate and now she will have to have her will broken. I admit those spanks were hard. I was mad at her trying to pretend to accept her fate" Gabby said. Right before 45 paula finally surrendered completely. Crying and sobbing paula finally says "Please stop. I am sorry I should have said, yes to everything earlier and nicer. I am happy to be a woman. I love my new body. I will wear whatever you want! I will wear makeup and be your woman for the weekend. Please just please stop." "Ok I am going to let you up. I don't want any more trouble from you. You signed up for procedure #3 not me. So now get up and get dressed in everything I laid out. I will then do your hair and makeup. Whatever the salon suggests you had better be cooperative you understand because I promise you, I will be checking!" I said sternly to her. "Yes, I will... I will... I will be a good girl for these next couple of days," paula said to me sniffling. Gabby stopped telling her story and said to Valentina, "Please don't hate me, I am not the monster I sounded like just then." Surprisingly Mrs. Mangione only said, "Well, she deserved it honey. You have nothing to be ashamed about." Gabby tearfully said, "Thank you, you are so sweet to understand. Anywho, to continue, I let her up and watched her as she meekly went to the other side of the bed, picked up her panties and gingerly slipped them up her legs. I wondered how she felt putting on panties, was she aware of lightness and silkiness of the material of her new undie's vs good old cotton men's briefs. paula just tugged them up into place. She stopped momentarily looking like she was thinking about something. Perhaps paula was thinking of the last time she wore such a delicate thing. As I watched I thought it was strange seeing her flat front. For the first time. Nothing pushing out forward on her underwear. Picking up the bra paula put her arms through the straps. Surprisingly she leaned forward a bit to capture her breasts into the cup each breast. All the while she glared at me. paula knew what was next, she had watched me plenty of times. But watching me hook my bra closed is not the same as doing it. Surprisingly she reached behind her, using both her hands she reached behind her and pulled both ends together and on her fifth try she got the eye hooks in the proper closure. Still watching me she took each bra cup and made sure her breasts fit comfortably in the cup. She really did pay attention to me when I dressed! I said to her "You did that like you have worn a bra since you were a teenager!", teasing her I thought might get a response. I got nothing but those glaring eyes. I thought ok then try and not react to this one as I said, "You probably will be a natural on our wedding day securing your stockings with your garter tabs too!!" again nothing, she just looked away. "Well don't talk then, just slip on your romper next please, we don't have much time," I said coldly. She reached for the romper held it up, figured it had to be unzipped before she could put it on, did so and stepped into it without flinching. I was surprised that she tried to reach behind herself to zipper up the back enclosure. That one will take her some time to learn to do by herself. Eventually she sighed and gave up. paula just grabbed her Espadrilles put them on and walked over to me and turned around. I always teased her about her small feet for a man. I am only a half size smaller. As a woman those small feet came in very handy that day. I knew she needed me to zip her up but I waited a minute. Still nothing, I wanted to at least ask me to help you but she was just being a brat. I zipped her up saying, "You certainly are a cutey, paula." Then adding as I massaged her behind, I hope this doesn't hurt too much, Sweet Cheeks. You do have such a pretty ass!" Then I gave her a lite slap on her behind. Now that made her pop up on her tippy toes as she let out a little squeal. paula probably was afraid I was going to spank her again. I told her to take a seat at my vanity. I wanted to do something with that hair of hers and put on a little makeup on her face. I didn't want them thinking she was a butch girl at the salon. Again, no words, she just walked over to my vanity and sat down with her legs spread apart like a man. As I did her makeup and hair I reminded her, if she is sitting either keep her knees together or she could crisscross her ankles that will help keep her knees together and her legs closed. She could cross her legs if she wanted to. But do not sit and open your legs at any time there. That is considered gross and will disturb the other woman there. "Ok get up and let's get a move on," I told her. Walking over to my closet I grabbed a purse I thought would finish her look nicely. "I want you to use this purse. A woman would not go anywhere without her purse. One second I want to put a couple essentials in it for you," I proceed back to the bathroom and put a couple tampons and a pantyliner in her purse. I came out and put the lip stick I used on her into it also," I explained what I did and I just knew she was going to protest. Nothing, she just put it over her shoulder and stood there until I said, "Ok then, let's go." We had a long drive to the new salon, as it was located just outside of Mayville still well south of Buffalo. Even though paula wasn't talking to me, I explained, the salon we are now going to is a brand new high- end luxury spa and salon. It wasn't just for customers of the New Ewes Transition Team, but for well-heeled women of the Southern Tier of Western New York and Northern Pennsylvania and Western Ohio.. She had better be on her best behavior and try to blend in. I reminded her about her sitting, knees together at all times, no panty flashing please. Answer questions politely when asked. Keep her answers simple and she would do just fine. Politely as in no swearing. She never said a word in the car however she did keep her knees together, purse on her lap and hands folded femininely resting on top of it! I didn't tell her to do that with her purse, I suppose she had seen me do it dozens of times. paula was acting the part of the perfect little lady. You would have been proud of her. We pulled into the parking lot designated for the spa / salon. This building was even more impressive that the Castle! The Nu Ewes people run a first-class company I noted. I parked and wanted to remind paula of her new status as a woman. Again, no response Before Opening the car door, I said as nicely as I could, "Ok, remember, today you are and always have been, paula mangione, female. You did all the girly things growing up. Played house, with dolls, sleepovers, loved boy bands, dances at school, dressing up, having crushes on boys, prom gowns, proms, graduation, college, met the love of your life who is All Man and now on Saturday you are going to marry him. Do not talk about sex. Women never do that in front of someone they don't know. Ok you understand me, right? Silence. However, paula looked at me like she was about to explode but quickly exited the car before I even got my seat belt off. I watched her quickly walk to the door. I had to run to catch up to her as I did, I said to her, "paula dear. You have such a nice wiggle to you behind, men who walk behind you will certainly enjoy the view!" More silence. As she was opening the door, I jumped ahead of her. I walked to the reception desk to sign in. However, before I could we were greeted by a perky little thing with a 'Good morning, ladies, I am Nicole, your morning hostess!" Niclole had just buzzed around the corner hallway and saw us. "You two pretty ladies must be Miss. Mangione and Miss. Abruzzo! Now, I know Miss. Mangione is the blushing bride to be and Miss. Abruzzo is the Maid of honor, but who is who?" Nicole asked. I introduced myself as Miss. Abruzzo, Maid of Honor, and then pointing to paula, she is the blushing bride to be! "I must say, I love your romper and shoes, Miss Mangione, so chic!" said our perky hostess, Nicole. paula just looked at her for a second, finally responding, "Oh thanks, aren't you sweet." Then adding her own compliment back to Nicole, "Talk about chic, I love your earrings!" Nicloe immediately was brimming with pride and a big smile. I thought her earrings were a bit gaudy myself. Nicole had two piercing on her right ear and three on her left. The last two on her left ear looked to be faux diamond studs as was the last one on her right ear. She was also wearing some sort of art deco pair of earrings that dangled a bit far down, in my opinion. I am thinking to myself, this is when paula decides to start talking?! Was she actually trying to flirt with Nicole? Umph how funny, a Nicole is the name the Sicilian Heartbreakers Club's use as a secret name for cuties. Not so funny this Nicole was very cute and girly. I then thought, no paula knows that is how women talk to each other, right? She always has a snide comment after I compliment another woman on something she is wearing. Nicole turned out to be a bit snoopy too. She asked paula, "So Miss Mangione, what does your future husband do for a living?" Ah, I thought to myself, I bet paula was stunned this little cutie is asking about paula and her man! Not missing a beat paula says, "Oh, um.. um, well he is an ex NFL football player. Played for the Bills actually. He owns a cybersecurity company now," she said. "ooo an ex-Bill what is his name? My dad and I started watching the Bills when I was a little girl, still do actually! I bet I know his name!", Nicole asked pressing for more gossip. "Oh, how nice, my dad and I do the same thing since I was a little girl too. My fianc?'s name? Um, Conner Mcdaniels," paula blurts out. "Don't you mean Cooper McDaniel? My dad loved him!! He was like all pro seven times or something! He is such a hunk too. I had such a crush on him!! I even had a calendar and posters in my bedroom picturing him in a fireman's outfit, without his shirt on of course!" Nicole giggled. "Well, it seems you caught me, yes Cooper McDaniel. Yes, he is such a hunk, thanks" paula managed to squeak out. Then getting her bearings she teased Nicole saying, "Hey, should I be jealous a beautiful young thing like you thinks my fianc? is a looker?! Can you keep a secret Nicole? We just use Conner Mcdaniels as his name to keep a lower profile when we go out somewhere. Of course, you will keep all of this talk just between us girls, right? Our wedding is going to be a very small, just for family and a few friends type of thing," said a lying paula trying to cover her tracks. I couldn't believe paula engaged in that talk and used my ex-boyfriend as her fianc? Did, she choose him to get me mad? She couldn't actually be attracted to men, right? I was just a thought! Nicole in a hushed voice said, "Yes of course. This is just between us girls Miss Mangione. I must say one thing though, your future husband is winning the Super Bowl this Saturday! You are an absolutely gorgeous woman!" Nicole added. Butting in their little girl talk time I added, "Yes, I bet Conner or Cooper will make all of paula's dreams come true especially late on Saturday night!" paula looked at me with her dagger eyes look as I insinuated a man will be pleasing her in the most intimate of ways. Nicole obviously irritated for me butting in and putting paula at ill ease said in a catty voice to me, "Oh by the way Miss Abruzzo, we have several openings this morning or this afternoon if you would like to stay with your BFF! Our salon technicians do miracles here, especially with bushy eye brows!" I knew I didn't look my best; I wasn't wearing makeup that morning and I wore a plain tee shirt, jeans and some slip on's, but really, you know, really! I politely declined saying I have some shopping to do for the bride! Last minute Maid of Honor responsibilities and all. "Of course, of course," Miss Perky said. "Well then, Miss Mangione is scheduled to be finished around 4:00PM. Will we be seeing you later? Or perhaps, Mr. Conner Mcdaniels coming for his gal!?" Nicole asked in a bubbly fashion using Cooper's alias name winked at paula. Before I could answer Nicole blurts out, "Well, whoever picks up this stunning soon to be bride, our pickup area is actually around the back of the Chalet. Just follow the posted signs. If you pick her up, Miss Abruzzo, and are early, there is a nice bubble tea bar and a separate gift shop you may want to visit. We have many beauty products on special this month, for women who need a little help just like you. With that simple bit of directions and verbal jab, Niclole said her goodbyes, took paula's hand to lead her to the salon area of the Chalet. paula never even said goodbye leaving hand in hand with her new little friend Nicole. Perhaps I could have been more gracious to Nicole, but she was nosey and catty. You know the type, in her early 20's, all made up, perfect little body with a dress showing off her perfect heart shaped behind! Still upset at the way paula treated me that morning, then using my ex's name as the bridegroom, and to top it all off giving me the cold shoulder while leaving holding that girls hand, I thought perhaps a little surprise should be added to the stunning paula's little salon experience. I texted in a simple request with my contact at Nu Ewes. Texting paula had a few requests and had forgotten to contact her ahead of time, paula asked me to text the requests in. One was for a diamond belly button ring, 12g and make sure it is an actual diamond, no zirconia, for her mid-section. Along with that piecing please add another ear piercing on her right ear and two on her left. paula thought Nicole's earrings were so cute? Now paula can wear something even cuter on Saturday for our wedding! And the belly button ring? I thought that will be a gentle reminder to her not to cross me and flirt with other women. I was also feeling a nice spring / summery shorty dress would be just right for her to wear that evening with slightly higher heels and some pretty accessories to wear should teach her a lesson about politeness and adorning herself as a woman. I may have pushed it when I bought her a matching silk push up bra and a silk lacy thong panty. paula always wants me to wear a thong but I hate the feeling of material creeping up my bum crack. I called a shop I frequent in Ellicottville, talked with the owner Claudine, who was very happy to have everything dropped off at the Chalet. I explained what I wanted to purchase and knowing her sharp eye I was in good hands. I explained to her my purchases were for my out-of-town girl friend and I wanted to surprise her. I knew paula's measurements of course so I was confident all the new clothing would fit her. Claudine assured me everything would be dropped off by 2:30PM. Giving those fabulous technicians time to dress paula with all the magic they have! I wish I could have seen her face when they announced to her, she had some pretty new clothes to slip into! I couldn't wait to see how pretty my bride to be looks later on in the outfit I purchased for her. I even made a reservation for dinner at her favorite restaurant. I knew her little group of boyfriends frequent that place often. I was hoping one or two of them may be there with their wives that night! I thought I could always introduce her as Gianna her cousin from Clevland or my girlhood friend paulina from Brooklynn. All of this was her doing after all, I thought. End of Chapter 4 Chapter 5. "I left the salon mostly content with a feeling of revenge thrown in, with how the morning unfolded. I was a bit conflicted though. Spanking paula was not planned but truthfully, I felt empowered doing it. paula now knows, I am the stronger person now and I could do that to her again any time I feel she steps out of line. For some reason that really felt good to me and still does. We have always had a 50/50 relationship, but paula was always the one with the final say. Now that paradigm has changed. I didn't like her explosions that morning and that is something she and I are still working on together. But I was even more irritated watching paula flirt with that little Nicole, after giving me the silent treatment. But again, with some time to think about it all, I did tell her to fit in as a woman. Try and do what she had seen me do. All the cross complimentary stuff is how I act after all. Maybe that was all she was doing," Gabby pondered out loud to her future mother-in-law. "Gabby, I know paula is my son, but don't you worry one more moment about the lessons you are teaching her. If I were a better mother, she would have turned out better. I am sorry for letting you and any other woman she has been with down," said a contrite sounding, Valentina Mangione. "Thank you.... mom," said a grateful Gabby. "MOM! OMG thank you, thank you, thank you! I never thought you would call me that, THANK YOU!" exclaimed a joyous Mrs. Mangione. Gabby blushing at her own faux pas calling Valentina mom but not being able to take it back continued her story, "I drove back home, really fixed myself up in case I ran into that little bitch Nicole again and stopped for a special gift I have been wanting to give to paula anyway. That day I thought I needed a making up gift I supposed anyway," Gabby said. paula always is loves Bills memorabilia, my gift will be memorable for her, I was sure of that. "Mr. Mangione always gives me the same gift every time after every fight. You can probably figure it out. Roco is not very creative, at least I know he loves me," Mrs. Mangione giving out too much information said. "I understand, oh, I understand! paula has given me the same gift too! Well, after taking care of myself and, paula's make up gift, I thought I was up for some bubble tea so I drove back to the Chalet in Mayville. I followed the signs, parked in back parking lot call the delivery room. I laughed at that name. Such a feminine thing to call it. As I walked into the waiting area, I was stunned at how nicely decorated the area was. To the immediate left were luxury leather chairs to sit and wait. There was an open area with tables to sit at, draped with table cloths, center pieces of fresh cut flowers and place settings. The gift shop on the left and to the far right was the bubble tea room decorated in 1950 art deco colors. Directly in the middle was a very brightly lit corridor with, 20 feet ceilings, mirrored walls connecting the salon to the waiting area. That was where I assumed they walk the women down into the lobby when the salon techs were finished doing their magic! It was professionally lit, had soothing music playing and had mirrored walls from floor to ceiling. Mirrors that the guests could easily see themselves clearly as they paraded down to the exit making them the center of attention. They even had a few three-way mirrors positioned strategically the along the walls enabling a woman to stop and look at herself from every angle. Very good marketing program I thought. I decided to forego the tea, browsed in the gift shop for a bit then sat down in one of the leather chairs. Truthfully, all day long I had a, nagging thought that kept popping into my thoughts. Would paula have been better off being born a female? Maybe I should try and convince her stay female? I mean she is that good looking. As a man, she is cute but isn't that tall, nor overly muscular nor very athletic. As a woman she is a 10 out of 10. Staying female paula and I could still be close friends. Eventually she may give in and date men. Maybe she and I would marry other men and be in each other's weddings, having babies at the same time. Well, she would have to go back for procedure 4 for that to happen. I know they were such silly thoughts. I think my feelings were being generated by guilt feelings about this whole let your man walk in your shoe's thing that was my idea. Anywho, I heard my phone alert me to a text from the Chalet. They would be bringing paula out a bit sooner than expected and if I am not there yet, she will be seated in the waiting area. Checking the time, it was only 3:35PM so not that much early I thought. I walked over to the hallway to wait for paula. The entrance way door popped opened and a lovely young thing being escorted by a technician walked out! I was hoping to see paula, but no it was not. She was, a pretty young blond-haired woman but definitely not in paula's league. As she walked by me, I noticed a few tears in her eyes. A large tough looking man was there waiting for his prize. She didn't look happy seeing him. Is she a former man too like paula, only to be forced into a relationship with a man? Two more women came through what I then named the magic door- escorted by their techs also. I kind fantasized as each of the women coming down the "runway" were actually men like paula. Former men perhaps being taught a lesson of how difficult it is for women still in this world. Well, my fantasy thoughts passed the time a way until I heard my phone buzzing again. It was a new text announcing, Miss paula Mangione has finished her makeover and will be escorted by Mrs. Ellen Koracheck, her technician for the day. If you are not present Miss Mangione will be seated in our luxurious waiting room area awaiting your arrival. My heart was beating so fast, butterflies in my tummy. I couldn't wait to see her in the shortie dress I had ordered; a Jonathan Simkhai Embroidered Minidress! The dress was 100% cotton, had a pretty crew neck, was sleeveless, with a short hem. With her breast size, wearing that push up bra, her girls, will be entering into the room well before the rest of her as they say! I ordered a pair of Bottega Neeta Leather Mules with a 3.5-inch stiletto heel for her to wear! I was hoping they wouldn't be too high and narrow of a heel for her to walk in! I also bought her a lovely gold bib neckless and matching delicate ankle bracelet for left ankle. Simple diamond ear rings because most of her piercings were new that day. I just knew, she would look like a little delicate flower for sure. I couldn't wait for the doors to open and watch paula be paraded down the "Run Way, like a beauty queen! I could hear the song, here she is, Miss America in my head!" Gabby gushed then doing the rest of her shot she had been nursing along. "Another shot, Gabby? I know I am going to need at least a few more to get through this story!" says Mrs. Mangione while she pours herself another shot. "I think I am good for now," Gabby answers, but points to her glass nodding her head yes. A smiling Gabby says, "I will save it for later on, well maybe, probably will need it right?! Anywho, it finally happened! The door opens up and a cautious moving paula emerged. I wondered if she was going slowly because she needed help balancing in those heels. Where was Mrs. Ellen Koracheck to help paula? paula has never worn shoes like those before. Remember our first time, in such high heels, mom, it was difficult! Maybe she was moving slowly because of the shoes, or the lights being so bright startled her? I wanted to run down the runway and help paula however, I knew that would only start an argument. So, I stayed where I was, peaking around the wall and watched. paula moved forward then stopped suddenly. I thought she was going to fall but actually she turned to look at herself in the first of the walled mirrors! Her head tilted slightly. Was she about to scream at how feminine she looked in that short dress, accessories and heels? No, thankfully, moments later she just turned straight ahead and walked forward. She must have noticed the first of the three-way mirrors, positioned herself in the middle stopped at the first one and stared at herself from every angle. Then turning herself around she looked over her shoulder. I thought OMG, she is checking her behind. I shouldn't have told her men would like looking at it! Now I know she is going explode, but nothing happened and paula did a slow twirl while staring at the mirror. I thought, this must seem like a nightmare to her. What was she thinking, I just knew she hated me, probably still blaming me? Then she turned facing forward and started walking at a normal pace straight toward me. In a moment paula would appear in the waiting area. I don't know if she saw me trying to peek at her when she came out the door, but I made a beeline for the nearest chair, closed my eyes and pretended to be napping. I could hear the clicking sound of her heels get closer to me. I wonder if she is aware of that sound or not. I was ready to be yelled at by a hysterical looking woman any second. Instead paula walked right up to me and gently tapped my shoulder. I thought, mmm... still not talking, eh? Well, she nudged me a little more forcibly a second time. I opened my eyes and yawned, feigning I was napping. I looked up at her and smiled. I gave her a quick head to heel look at her. Not the man stare like Mr. Mangione did to her earlier, but a friendly womanly one. No way was this my fianc? I thought. The hair, the makeup the jewelry, her nails, the dress, the heels. I noticed she was wearing very sheer pink hued hose. I don't know where she got them, they were not sent with her things from my boutique. Interesting I thought. paula wasn't a hard looking man, but this person, this person standing in front of me, to anyone who didn't know who she really was, this lovely creature in front of me was "ALL WOMAN" I thought. I wanted to say how wonderful she looked. I knew not to. Poking me "awake" told me everything I needed to know. paula was still mad at me. Perhaps my special gift for her will make her get out of this mood? "Sorry, I was so tired I must have fallen asleep. You look wonderful! I love what they did with your hair, perfect!" I tried to start a conversation with a compliment. No response just that look of disdain at me. Waiting a moment, I said, "Well alright then let's go. The car is just outside the entrance way," I said pointing to the door. With that paul turned quickly and started without me heading for the exit. Perhaps I will give her my special gift in the car hoping that will make her get out of this mood or at home, I wasn't sure. As I stood up, I received a text message to call my contact at NEW EWES Celebration Division ASAP. I dialed her back as I walked out as I tried to catch up to paula. She was already at the car waiting looking at me impatiently, so I pointed my door key and unlocked the car and paula started to get into it. I watched as paula opened the door, stared at the seat for a moment. I think she realized getting into the car wasn't going to been easy like in the past. Eventually she turned herself facing toward me she bent both knees and gracefully lowered her self onto the seat. Then swinging both legs into the car, she was facing forward in the passenger seat. Then shut the door. Pretty impressive for the first time in a mini dress and heels I was thinking. I called my contact back as I left the building. As I was walking toward the car and watching paula's show of how to correctly not flash your panties to some horny guy, the receptionist at NEW EWES answered and directed my call to Mandy Johanson, my contact in the Celebration Department. Mandy was in charge of our wedding day on that Saturday. I listened more than talked, interjecting my thoughts periodically. I made sure to keep my distance from our car as the conversation went on and it was not going to be to paula's liking... I finished the call, got into the car, expecting paula to say something rude. Still nothing. I apologized and told her it was Mandy and she had some news about our wedding on Saturday. Still the silence treatment. I decided enough of the silent treatment, let's see if the gift will get her to talk. I said calmly, "paula, I know this is not what we planned, but you do look as lovely as any woman I have ever seen. I know from early today until now all of this must be shocking to you. I apologize for spanking you, it was uncalled for. I love you and always will no matter if you are a man or as you are currently a woman. Agreeing to be a bride is an amazing show of love by you. I know you haven't been able to plan our wedding day and the reception but the New Ewes people were hired for that. Going to this extent was more than either of us expected but what is done is done," I was looking at her but she only looked straight out of the window showing no emotion. paula please open my glove compartment, and pull out the package in it and hand it to me. Surprisingly she responded and took out a small box and handed it to me. "Please look at me, please?" paula complied how be it she still had that mean look on her face. "paula as I said to you, I love you more than life itself. You are my soulmate and forever my love. I can't wait to have a real wedding and become your wife, but first you will become mine," I spoke quietly not wanting to upset her any more that she was. I opened the case, my hands shaking a bit, I turned the lights on in the car to show her the diamond engagement ring I purchased earlier that afternoon for her. Her eyes got big as she looked at the ring sparkling in the added light. paula startled me when she started saying, "Oh no, you didn't, not that too, I couldn't oh no! But Gabby, I couldn... Gabby, please, it is....beautiful but...." I paid no mind to her talking, I know she was just embarrassed and nervous. I put my finger to her lips to stop her from talking and continued saying, "The symbol of the groom's love for his bride is an engagement ring. For my bride I wanted the biggest and most beautiful ring I could find!" I took her left hand and spoke as lovingly and softly as I could saying, "Miss paula Stephanie Mangione, will you accept this ring, as symbol of my love. The gold band representing my unending love for you, the 3-diamond setting represent our past, our present and our future. paula will you marry me and become my wife?" I didn't wait for her answer, only taking her hand and slipping the ring on her ring finger. Not knowing if she would blow up and yell or throw it out the window. Mrs. Mangione explodes yelling, "Gabby, YOU BOUGHT HER AN ENGAGEMENT RING! A 3 Diamond ENGAGEMENT RING! NO OH MY! OH MY, AND YOU SLIPPED IT ON HER FINGER!!! NO! OH MY!" said a crying and stunned Mrs. Mangione. HOW ROMANTIC! HOW DID SHE REACT! SHE DIDN'T THROW IT OUT THE WINDOW, DID SHE?' Gabby with tears in her eyes said, "No, mom, she didn't throw it out. I looked at her hand. Her hand looking so perfectly feminine with that diamond on it! "However, paula didn't say a word though. I waited like 10 minutes, nothing. She kept looking at it on her hand but was silent. I was heartbroken. I started the car and pulled out of the lot for the long drive home. I was thinking what a fool I was, how stupid of me. This whole idea of taking a walk in my shoes, may have killed her love for me. Just before we got on the Thruway, paula finally spoke. "Pull over in that opening. Over there on the right side, Gabby," finally the silence was broken. I pulled over to the empty lot. There were no other cars. We sat for another 15 minutes. What I thought was going to be paula telling me thank you, she loves me too turns out to be nothing other than paula looking down at the ring, then out her side window, over and over, a tear here, a tear there, never saying one word, never even looking at me. But then I noticed more than one tear began running down her face, then a it was a couple more, then another, then another until it was like Niagara Falls streaming down her face. I gave her tissue after tissue until she slowed down, surprisingly saying, "This ring is beautiful, it is absolutely gorgeous. The band and the settings, two on each side and the center stone is as beautiful stone. A woman would be a fool not to accept. As you said early today for this week, I am a woman. It is gorgeous and yes, I will be your wife for our wedding this Saturday. paula moved over and kissed me. It didn't feel fake and though I had never kissed a girl before I wasn't repulsed. It was paul inside that girl after all. paula pulled back and said, "I don't know why but this ring makes me feel so, so ... I don't know how to say it but thank you Gabby. I love you too. Gabbs, let's get out of this car and sit at that picnic table and talk." We both got out, the parking lot was full of stones, I was afraid paula's heel may step on one and she would fall, so as I took her arm and helped walk her over to the table. She didn't recoil, she only said a quiet "Thanks." We sat down on opposite sides of the table. Instead of trying to put her legs through the opening between the table top and the bench she demurely sat side saddle. She was doing a good job at keeping her legs together, I might add! paula folding her hands together, looked at the ring for a few minutes, finally looked me straight in the eyes, letting out a big sigh began by saying quietly, "Gabby, I love you as you love me. You are my soulmate, my love, the one whom I have searched for all of my life. You are as beautiful inside as you are on the outside. I could never ask for more.'" The misty eyes gave way to a few drops and sniffles, luckily, I also I brought the box of Kleenex with me. I place it on the table so she could use them as needed, and did she need them a lot that late afternoon. These new hormones were making her into a crier! paula started her soliloquy with slowly and deliberately saying in hushed tones, "This ring is beyond words. It is stunning," As she held up her left hand, palm towards me, fingers extended looking like any woman does at her engagement ring. " I .. I.. well... you know... what woman would not want such a thing! It makes my hand look delicate, like really feminine ... its... wow, a little scary to me but I really do love it," she said trying to find the words she wanted to say. paula momentarily stopped, reach for a Kleenex, blew her nose, then another to dab the corners of her eyes. "Don't want to mess up my makeup, isn't that what you always say in these situations!" the first joke of the day from someone with the best sense of humor I have ever known. paula then continued in a serious vein, "When I heard of this faux bride wedding thing, I thought it was stupid. Walk a mile in her shoes, why would I do that. Wear a dress? Yea if you are a fag.... I mean a person who likes to cross-dress. "No Way" would a son of Roco Mangione do that! Except for the time my mother tried to do that to me! She tried to dress in a dress and take me to me for some stupid Halloween party. But I told her, "NO WAY," and that was that! Of course, as I know now, she was lying to me. paula continued "Then yesterday happened, this morning I wake up wearing a nighty, I nighty I bought for you. I have tits and a pussy. Sorry but you know what I mean. I couldn't go to the bathroom. It was too much. I take a shower. Do you know what it feels like to touch these things, pointing to his breasts? Sorry of course you do. But you had time to learn. I washed my hair; I had no beard to shave any longer and started to wash my body. I am a man after all even under all this! I need a penis to feel. I mean I had a penis just yesterday. That is the essence of being a man, which I am or was. What I am going to say is hard, and very embarrassing so if I stop talking just give me a few moments" paula pleaded. "Well, when I used my body wash, I had to rub my skin and well you know you have these things, they are sensitive. I was so pissed off when I started that shower, then I felt how sensitive they are to touch and embarrassingly my... uggh; ... my nipples began to extend outward. Worse I think I felt something down there," paul said with a sad face pointing downward. I caught the jest without her pointing. I continued soaping my mid-section and felt it again. As a guy you quickly do your balls to your ass crack. But let's face it if you were getting horny your dick would get hard and a little extra soap and water on it and its over quickly. But this, (paula bringing in both arms to her midsection, palms facing straight up, then quickly making a motion to her breasts down her body) this is all new! Now! I am thinking... no, no, no its it my imagination. Think Yankee baseball. Bills football, ... I quickly cleaned that area. Man, but I actually I wanted to go slowly and enjoy the new sensations. I admit it. I wanted to explore more! I didn't but I knew I wanted to. I came out of that shower, dried off and decided even if I looked like a chick I am coming out of the bathroom as all man and I was going to put you in your place! Then when I saw that outfit, you laid out and the underwear it was so girly and I thought THAT'S IT! Let her know paul mangione is no chick! I exploded trying to show you who was the man around here, but suddenly somehow you were spanking me for my potty mouth! It hurt but not that much. I was humiliated. I tried bucking up and down, nothing. I began kicking my legs to free myself and couldn't. That was when I began to feel something in my, my ugh this is hard to say in my you know private areas. It is like this, in some sex types of movies, not that I watch them regularly, but at bachelor parties and stuff like that, I have seen a chick who gets a little spanking, you know to put her in her place. Somehow, she actually gets turned on by the spanking and well I can't deny it, I... I was feeling a little turned on too! I felt something down there building up, then a sudden flush of feelings then I felt conquered and surrendered. Following all that was a peaceful feeling. I think I had a small orgasm! I felt humiliated. I got dressed in those clothes and looked in the mirror and it only confirmed to me I am a freak. I am really a woman for now. I know what an attractive woman looks like. I fit that bill now. I know you don't like the silent thing but I wanted to hurt you. Blame you for all of this stuff. Then we get to that salon place and I wanted to hurt you even more, so I figure I will flirt with that kid Nicole as she approaches us. Instead, I am referred to as Miss Mangione. Called the blushing bride, and complimented on my cute clothes! I wanted to scream and run out of there. Instead, she grabs my hand and like a drone I walk into that inner sanction of femininity. Let me tell you not one real man back there, just me and a few flamers. Then I realized well I guess I am a flamer now too, but at least they have their dicks; I think. Snaping out of those thoughts I start looking around at all the young good-looking women technicians. I thought, I would fuck her, I would fuck her etc.. eventually realizing nothing, though I want to feel attraction like a man, I can't fuck any of them as I am currently built. But if I am not careful over the next few days, I could be the one fucked! I went into a trance after that, I think. A facial followed, more body waxing, I didn't even have any hair past my head, they did it anyway! I don't even have no pussy hair; I mean well you know what I mean. Then to the mani and a pedi area. WHO MAKES UP THESE NAMES? Some sort of substance added to each nail on my finger nails and toe nails, 10 minutes for hardening dear, not don't move honey! Want anything paula while you wait, YAK, YAK, YAK. I wanted to answer yea, LET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE! Then nail sanding, somehow, they made the dammed things longer and harder, then painting and buffing them. LOOK AT THESE THINGS! (Holding up both hands to show me her polished nails). How does a woman get by with them? Then to the piercing room, the what?! Not only do they do my ears but now I have a fucking um sorry a belly button ring too! Just like some chicks do! They told me to relax with the modern way they do belly's this won't even hurt. Wham bam thank you mam. They were right, there was no pain with the ears or the belly piercings. The only hurt was to my pride of being a man. I was less and less of one as they moved me from area to area making me more feminine. Then off to the hair extensions station, dye job station, curlers station, oh no not fucking curlers station, like some old lady, fucking curlers under the hood station? I was hot under that thing. How come women do that to themselves I don't get it. They had me in a chair between some rich bitches acting all pussy like reading Cosmos. Come along honey, sit here, cut some, straighten some, blow it out, oh paula you are a living doll, so beautiful. Oh, paula on your wedding night let your hear flow down over one of your breasts for that come hither look. Your man will cream himself just looking at you. I thought you said chicks don't talk about sex. A guy creaming himself looking at me while I lay on our wedding bed! Yikes! One of them started asking me about Cooper, that damned Nicole! When he holds you do you melt inside, is he a big boy down stairs.... OMG I am talking to some stranger about your old boyfriend's dick and if it is big! They asked me does he like oral too. What could I say but of course don't all men!" paula continued to get louder I had to step in.? "Ok enough with that, either keep your voice down or we are getting back into that car and leaving," I said to her as calmly as I could. "I am sorry but it was just too much. Then the makeup station, powders, creams, perfumes, how much was I supposed to take, EH? Finally getting told, "Off to get you dressed dear," by one of the dressing technicians. I was actually happy to go. I figured I would have to wear a dress but I did not know it was this one and this short! But I knew then at least I would be free soon. That stupid shortie bathrobe they had me wear all day was ridiculous I was cold all day. Earlier they had made me undress to just my bra and panties and no shoes just that robe and some paper slippers. I think the robe barely covered my ass! I was escorted into a private dressing room where I was shown, what I assumed were your wonderful gifts for me!" paula said sarcastically to me. "I was told to go behind the wardrobe privacy screen. They had placed a small fabric covered bench along with decorative free-standing clothes rack behind it also. I was told to hang the bathrobe I was wearing and remove my, really yours, bra and panties. I placed your old undies in a silk bag that I was hanging there and told they would discard for me. I realized then you must have sent something for me to wear. I did what I was told, I already surrendered my manhood badge a long time before that request. I changed into two of the most uncomfortable things I ever have worn. A thong panty with its back part running up my ass cheeks, really!!? Then what I found out is called a push up bra! PUSH UP PUSH UP WHAT? OH, MY TITS, THAT'S Right! Oh, sorry again. I mean breasts. They didn't push out far enough for you? Then that damned dress, killer heels, earrings, bracelets, again one for my ankle??? and finally the neckless. They walk me over to a three-way mirror and I think I almost pissed um, tinkled in my new barely any material panties that are rubbing between my ass cheeks. I know I have said I know what a good-looking woman looks like. In that mirror I saw one, and she is gorgeous and she is me! From hunter to hunted. I almost fainted. I was about to start crying when my lovely dressing technician Mrs. Ellen Koracheck said, "Oh paula, you are stunning, just perfect. But I know just the thing that will make you even more perfect! Ellen escorted me back to the dressing room, told me to turn around and unzipped the back of my dress asking me to step out my heels and the dress as she wants to get something for me. Ellen returned with a small cloth bag and removed its treasures. I figured I knew what one was, pantyhose I was wrong. The bag held a very lacy embroidered thing that I recognized as a garter belt. I was thinking, no, no, no, the rest of this getup is more than enough. I was told the stockings are real Japanese silk. Expensive but oh so worth it. I was about to say NO WAY. No way I was going to be parading around in a lacy white garter belt and silk hose. NO WAY! That stuff is too femmy. As I was about to protest Ellen perks up and proceeds to tell me it's all retro now for women to wear silk stockings and garter belts like our great grandmothers did many years ago. As she walked me behind the wardrobe privacy screen, she tells me how quickly her husband is to have sex since she has gone retro! How now he has been carrying her into the bedroom, laying her down like a damsel, and they are having the best sex they have had in years. She went out of her way to recite all they colors of hose she could get for me if I like them! Somehow before I know it, I am wearing them. So now I am here sitting with the woman I love, wearing sexier lingerie than she is. Looking at this beautiful diamond ring, actually feeling girly, and actually loving the ring and I am thinking being a gorgeous piece of ass isn't all that bad! What is wrong with me! Gabby if my mom saw me now, she wouldn't recognize me! If she knew who I was, she would tell you to keep me like this because she always wanted a daughter! I heard her say that once too often. You know, before I was born, she was sure I was going to be a girl. Went to church each day, prayed for a daughter, something about how she was carrying me. Like I said before, once, when I just turned 13, she tried to get me to go out dressed as a girl scout once for some Halloween party. She even showed me a bra and panty set she bought for me to wear, me paul Mangione! As I said I put my foot down and refused that, I am not some fag you know!" "You know that is twice he lied to me! Maybe another spanking is in order tonight!" I laughed as I said that. Well, anywho talk about mood swings, Yikes!! First she tells me she hates all the girly stuff, then tells me she feels girly and being a woman isn't all that bad. Then she starts spiraling down hating it all again! paula continued, "My father would explode if he saw me in this get up. He hates homosexuals. Seeing me like this he would figure I was a complete homo. Roco would call me all sorts of homophobic names in English and Sicilian, make up swear words. He would probably punch some walls too. He has done it many times. My dad is "ALL MAN", as he says. Gabby, I love you but this is so much more than I was expecting, maybe too much really! Maybe we shouldn't continue with this wedding thing. Let's just wait out at home until I can change back next week, alright?" paula finally stopped talking with her eyes getting all misty again. After listening to paula ramble and ramble and ramble on about how difficult of a day she had, how badly her parents would react. Truthfully, I didn't feel badly for her. Honestly, I felt paula was only getting a small taste of what us women have put up with. Funny, the first time when the heels were on her feet, she doesn't like those demands of it all! Well Mom, to finish this part of the story, I looked around to make sure no one else was in that parking area and could hear me. If paula didn't like the pampering she received that day, she definitely wasn't going to like what I had to tell her next. It was about my text and call when we were leaving the Chalet!" Gabby said to her future mother-in-law in a somber tone. End of Chapter 5. Coming up "Lets Get Physical, Physical"