This is a work of fiction depicting sexual acts between consenting adults, aged eighteen and over. There are no similarities to anyone real or living, other than myself who is the main character, set in deep running fantasy. There are depictions of unprotected sex and smoking. I do not condone either, as each is an individual's choice. Constructive feedback welcome at rachellenaughty@yahoo.com. Also, support Nifty with a donation if you are able.
A Career Change Chapter 3 -- The Initial Transformation
Estelle motioned to me to follow her. She led me to an area where there was a vinyl cushioned table, like a massage table, but not as comfortable. She motioned me to sit and went to get a pair of clippers.
"Remove robe, please," she said in her broken English accent.
There I was bald, clean-shaven, sitting on the edge of this table in the nude, except for pink slippers, so my body hair will be trimmed down to transform me into a girl. My body hair isn't that thick, with the chest and around my little cock the thickest areas. The rest is covered in less hair. She got to work trimming my chest, back and arms. She then had me spread my legs and she set forth trimming around my little cock and balls. She gently moved them from side to side to work the clippers around. She then said to lay down on my stomach. I moved to my stomach to feel the clippers running over my cheeks. Then I felt her spreading my cheeks and delicately working around my rosebud. She then took the hair off the back of my legs. She told me to sit up and close my eyes. I heard the clippers go on and felt my left eyebrow being shaved off and then the right side. My eyebrows too? If I leave, how do I explain that I thought.
"Ok we done. Now you shower," she said. "Lather all over and leave on for fifteen minutes and then rinse off with hot water. Meet me over there," she said pointing to one of the small rooms with sliding glass doors.
I entered the shower. The water felt good. The soap made my skin tingle. I left the soap on as she instructed. I rinsed off, stepped out of the shower, and toweled off. I looked at my chest, it was completely clean of hair. My entire body was bare. I felt very naked. My robe was replaced by a thinner, silky pink robe and a fresh pair of slippers with a short heel. I slipped into those to find them small and walked over to the room. In the room was a tub with a pinkish looking water. She added some more pink liquid that looked like dish soap and checked the temperature with her hand.
"You get in for 30 minutes and then towel off and meet me next room" she said pointing. She set a timer and left. I got into the tub. It was very warm but relaxing. The aroma reminded me of roses, and it was very pleasant to the point I started to relax. I may have started to doze off but didn't for fear of going under the surface. The timer rang and I got up. The water sheeted off my body to the point where towel drying was minimal. My skin felt amazingly moist, and it wasn't as dry as it had been.
I put the robe and slippers on and walked to the next room. Estelle was there with the pedicure tub running. She motioned for me to sit and put my feet in. There was a pack of cigarettes and an ash tray next to me. Why not I thought, my nerves are tattered. I drew one, lit it and tried to relax while the tub did its thing. In ten minutes, Estelle came over and dried my feet. She looked at my toes and shook her head.
"What a mess," she said.
She trimmed my toenails and filed them, "That is the best I can do. You need moisturize two-three times a day. Now we put polish on."
She took a very pink shade of nail polish from the bottles on the wall and in no time my toenails were pink. This is different I said to myself. I have never had my toenails painted.
She then motioned me to sit at the table and she looked at my hands.
"You have manly hands, but not too manly," she said with a warm smile. She trimmed and filed my nails and then took out nail extensions.
I always wanted to do this back in the day and never did. I always thought nails on women were sexy. She put a medium length nail extension on and cleaned them up. She took her time putting matching pink nail polish and clear coat on them. And like that I had pink and feminine fingernails.
"We go for makeup and wig now," she said.
We went to the next room. I sat down and Estelle wasted no time in getting to work. She had so much product on the table. I was vaguely familiar with some of the products since I tried makeup years ago and have always admired makeup on women. She turned the chair away from the mirrors so I couldn't see what I looked like. She went heavy with concealer, then applied foundation and got work on the eyes. She painted eyebrows on with the little bit of natural hair she left after trimming them down. She then applied eye liner, eye shadow, and mascara. She put metallic sparkle around my eyes and applied lipstick with a brush and then she put a clear gloss over the lips. She went to the wall and grabbed a wig. It was short, and an auburn brown. she fitted that and turned the chair.
Looking back at myself, I was amazed I looked as good as I did. My eyes popped with the metallic shimmer and my lips were hot pink. She was able to create a V-notch on my upper lip which I think looks very sexy. She did an excellent job, but I still looked manly to an extent. My facial expressions gave that away. I was starting to regret this entire experience at that moment, realizing that I was still manly and there was no way to overcome that fact.
Just then Carla walked in, "I was able to get your room set up for you, it is number 510. That is a nice room. To get there take the elevator that you came up on. Let me look at you. Not bad. Let's get you dressed."
I followed her back to her office and the changing area. Once there I saw panties, a bra with foam forms, thigh high stockings, a short skirt, a blouse, jewelry, and heels arranged in the changing area. All the clothes were black except the blouse which was white.
"Put this on first and insert this," she said, handing me a pink plastic chastity device, a small butt plug and lube.
I looked at her and realized this was not negotiable and she said it was necessary. I struggled to get my balls through the ring but finally was able to do so with a little lube. The cage went on with a little effort and the lock closed. Carla took the key.
"I will keep this for now," she said, at which point I panicked.
"This is wrong. I should leave," I said.
"Rachelle!" she exclaimed, "Jerry told me how you sucked his cock and swallowed every drop. You haven't protested this entire time and now that I lock up your cock, you change your mind? Estelle did wonders with your make up. You look better than I thought you would. You could be hot one day."
I stood there speechless, and I felt my eyes welling up. Don't cry I thought, you will ruin your makeup. I wanted this but had so many questions.
"Ok," I said surrendering to the moment.
I then took the lube, applied it to the plug and slipped it in. It was snug. God, I love that feeling I thought to myself.
"Put on everything. Let me know when you are ready or if you need help," she said.
I slipped out of the pink robe to put the clothes on, being careful not to smear my makeup. I love the smell of fresh lingerie. I took a moment to smell the new thigh highs. They were much better than the ones I wore at home. They were a heavier nylon and had a shimmer. The top bands were wider and stickier. These will stay up better I thought. I rolled them up and unrolled them onto my smooth legs, one at a time. God, I love how my bare legs feel wrapped in nylon I thought. My little cock twinged at the feeling. The panties were a size large, and they were snug over the chastity device. The bra was tight but bearable. I put the forms in, but I wasn't certain how that looked or if they were in the correct way. I then put the skirt and blouse on, clipped on the earrings and put on the bracelet and necklace. The heels went on last. They were four inches, and I wasn't certain I could walk well in these.
Was I really doing this? I looked at myself in the mirror and thought, you have wanted this or at least wanted to try this. Time to do it before you get any older.
"I am ready, I think," I announced.
Carla came into the changing area.
"Not bad," she said, moving the breast forms in the bra and buttoning the blouse. She explained that the small opening on the blouse won't show the forms and it will give a more realistic appearance.
"Walk out to my office," she said.
The heels were tough to walk in and I knew they would take getting used to. Carla saw me struggling,
"Estelle get something in a low-rise heel for her."
Estelle came back with a two-inch heel. "We will start at the bottom on the heels. Put those on, but you are going to need to work up to the taller heels," she said.
"Ok, it is almost five. They put the word out to the mature members that a new girl was starting today, and she would be available for service from 5 to 6. Come on, I will show you how it works and what you need to do," she said.
"Mature members?"
"You prefer men older than yourself. That is our mature members, and there are a number of them,' she replied.
It is true, I have an affinity for men older than myself. Daddy types. I know why but that was another topic to discuss with a therapist.
What do I need to do I thought.