Danielle Works a Saturday
Keywords: Works, Danielle, Saturday, a,
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"DISCLAIMER: This story involves sexual situations between one or more cross-dressers or adult males. If this offends you, please leave. Otherwise, please enjoy this fantasy of mine. Please post wherever you feel and share with your friends and loved ones. All I ask is that my e-mail address remain in place, as I am the sole creator/author of this work. All characters are fictitious except for me, so any similarities are purely by chance. **All characters are OVER the age of 21 and any reference to any age younger than 21 is part of the role-playing of the scene, and should NOT be mistaken for real underage sex.** Now read on, and enjoy. If you like what you read, tell me! I do have many more ideas for adventures! Thank you... :)
This story is for Misty. Kisses, hun... :)
Also, this is story #4 in the series. But you won't find story #3 here on Literotica due to site rules. Sorry."
*Part 04: "Danielle Works A Saturday"*
It had been a few months since his wife left him. Well "ex-wife" as the divorce had been recently finalized. It was her choice; she walked out on *him*. She said she got tired of "Danielle", even though she was entirely responsible for Danielle's "birth" to begin with. It turned out that she was just one of those women who just couldn't be happy unless they were complaining.
True, he'd admit, that he'd gotten obsessive with his dressing, and that the more he dressed the more his femme and bi sides emerged. Their sex life dropped from "not too often" to "don't bet on it". Sure, he still loved women; he still found himself getting turned on by sexy women in heels and lingerie and even girls in magazines and videos, but his ex-wife just didn't do anything for him anymore. Maybe it was her constant nagging that turned him off about her. Add the fact that she had more than one "boyfriend".
But that didn't matter anymore. What did matter were the few events that were happening today; the last Friday in man's clothing. All but one event was done, sealed in history forever. He took just about all of his male clothing and donated them to the local charity's thrift store. He kept one set so he could finish out his plans before moving and starting a new life. He sold the minivan he shared with his ex-wife as well as most of the possessions that he had acquired during their 15-year marriage. All that remained was one military-style duffel bag half-filled with sentimental items and one suitcase full of nighties with robes, several pairs of thigh high stockings and three pairs of high heel sandals. Also contained was a blouse and skirt outfit that Danielle, as yet, hadn't worn. It would be enough to start anew.
All that remained was the sale of their home. It had been agreed by the two of them that the money was to be split 50-50; she wanted no part of him in her future so she didn't ask for alimony. Which was just as well, because once the sale was complete, Daniel, for all practical purposes, would cease to exist within a day. It was arranged that his share of the money was to be in cash; an unusual arrangement to be sure, but one the realtor was able to handle with little inconvenience to anyone.
So there he was, early on this Friday morning, with the buyer and the realtor, closing the deal on the house. His ex-wife had previously met with the realtor on her own time and signed all the necessary papers before-hand, sending along a Power-of-Attorney so the realtor could act on her behalf on the sale. In the small pile of paperwork on the table, Daniel noticed the check that was made out to his ex-wife in the sum of $125,000 for her share of the property. A half-hour later, after counting 25 1-inch stacks of $5,000 each and verifying his half at $125,000, he closed and secured the attaché case, signed all the papers and turned the keys over to the buyer. But before leaving, he asked the buyer if he could sit, alone, for just a few minutes, so he could take one last look around the place that held special memories for him. The buyer understood completely and left the room with the realtor close behind.
In all actuality, Daniel wanted just a few minutes so he could empty the attaché case and put all his cash into his duffel bag. He felt there was no need to attract any unwanted attention in his journey to the southern part of the state, where he would start his new life.
After transferring several newspapers from the bag to the briefcase to simulate the weight of the cash, he closed and locked it. Satisfied his money was safe, he picked up the duffel bag, flung it over his shoulder, and picked up the suitcase and briefcase and made his way to the door. The realtor saw him coming and opened the door. He said "thank you" and bid them both goodbye.
Politely declining a ride from the realtor, he boarded a bus a half-hour later to the train station. Along the way, he just happened to "lose" the briefcase. Boarding the train for the shore, Daniel relaxed in his seat, planning for what was to come. All this time he dressed, it was only in lingerie and heels, occasionally for an admirer. One time Danielle even went as far as dressing as a schoolgirl for a meeting she role-played in, but Daniel never thought that he would end up wanting to dress as a woman full-time. He had very little experience with makeup, but he smiled inwardly knowing that that was about to change. He knew enough to get by, but would have to do more, both at home and in salons, to be able to make himself up as easily and naturally as he would putting on stockings and heels.
He checked his watch to see just how much time he'd have until he arrived at his destination; just a little under an hour. As a long-time resident in the Newark area of New Jersey, Daniel had worked the better part of the last five years as office help in one of the popular shore towns in New Jersey, Red Bank. It was here he decided to live, not because he was close to work, he was going to quit anyway, but because he felt he had truly found a place he would be comfortable calling home. Nobody knew of him down there, except those few people he worked with, and they lived far enough away from the office so that he could live in relative anonymity, and become another woman in the crowd. But on second thought, what they'd think wouldn't matter either as his mind was made up. *They* would have to accept Danielle, even briefly, and that was that. Danielle would have to visit the office during regular hours to turn in her resignation anyway, so what would be the point in hiding? She wanted to be a woman; content, happy and loving herself for who she really was inside.
Which reminded him of a noontime appointment he was to keep later in the day. He found a transgender-friendly law firm and consulted with one of the "girls", a very convincing T-Girl and highly capable lawyer. Lisa helped him make all the appropriate payments and paperwork submissions so that effective today, Daniel would have all the legal documents changing his identity to "Danielle". A name change; last name included, a birth certificate, social security card and driver's license were just a few of the things he had been assisted in legally acquiring from the State. Lisa had also assisted in securing a purchase on a condo and a bank that would assist Danielle in getting started.
So the first stop would be a TG salon in town so that Daniel could shed his outer skin to let Danielle emerge forever. Attending the meeting with the lawyer as Danielle, he felt, was the appropriate thing to do. Then she could make the rounds to her new condo, the bank and then a very much-needed shopping spree. One final element of her "past life" remained: the job. Tomorrow, she'd planned, to go to the office and clean out "her" desk then return Monday to tender her resignation. But she would have no trouble accomplishing the pre-quitting clean-out because the office was always closed for business on Saturdays. Beyond that, she had no plans for her new life except that no matter what she was doing, housework, sleeping, cooking or going out on dates, she would be doing it as Danielle.
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Twenty minutes later, she was sitting in the salon having her hair done. Her shoulder-length brown hair would ultimately be trimmed and styled with a side flip. Next would be her nails; her toes getting a coat of red and her fingers a slightly lighter shade to match her lipstick. The salon specialist, Merissa, who she'd known for several weeks, was extremely attentive to Danielle's desires and needs and suggested things in areas where Danielle wasn't sure about. After spritzing on some perfume suggested by Merissa, Danielle dressed in her outfit; a black lace bra(with small breast inserts to "fill" her out) and panty set, a long-sleeved, white satin blouse, a zebra-print, knee-length skirt, nude thigh highs and 4" strappy high heel sandals. She also decided on a chain of hearts for her right ankle, which would sit delicately below the rose tattoo she'd recently gotten.
Walking over to the salon's full-length mirror, she was speechless at Merissa's work. The reflection looking back at her was Danielle's dream come true. She may have not been the most beautiful creature on the planet, but she was just how she dreamed she wanted to be. Danielle couldn't stop the tears from welling up in her eyes. A few tears of joy leaked gently out of her eyes. Merissa saw her joyfulness and hugged Danielle close, kissing her lightly on the cheek. Patting away the tears gently and touching up Danielle's makeup slightly, she gave Danielle soft words of encouragement.
Giving Merissa one last kiss and hug, Danielle paid for her transformation, tipping Merissa generously and promising to be a repeat customer. Danielle grabbed her suitcase and duffel bag and then hesitated. She couldn't very well walk through the streets of town, dressed as nice as she was, carrying a suitcase and military duffel bag. Turning, she saw the smile on Merissa's face. Disappearing in the back room for a few moments, Merissa returned with her 16-year old son, Jason.
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Keywords: Works, Danielle, Saturday, a,