I Missed Myself
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In a daze, I did as I was told. As I sat in the tub shaving my legs, I tried to get a grip on what was happening to me. Becoming a eunuch had been devastating enough. Could I cope with becoming a woman? I never wanted this, I told myself, but I never wanted to lose my balls either. Was Angela right? There was something about her, an inner strength and self-confidence, which had been missing in me since my operation. Up until my last night as a man, I used to be a take charge guy. Now I was drifting, and even contemplating suicide in my darkest moments. Something about her made me want to live again.
She broke my reverie with a bang on the bathroom door. "Come on, sister, we don"t have all day!" she shouted. "Get your ass out here." I toweled myself off, marveling at the sensation as the air cooled my denuded body. All of my body hair was gone except for a tiny patch above my now useless package. I wrapped the towel around myself and returned to my living room. "In here," she called, and I followed her voice into my bedroom. Arrayed on my bed were the dress, a slip, a bra, and a pair of pantyhose. She was holding a pair of panties in her hands.
She tugged at the towel and it dropped to the floor. My dick hung limply as I stepped into her panties and pulled them up my legs. Before I could finish, she reached down and tucked my penis between my legs. My empty scrotum folded around it, and presto! For all the world, I looked like I had a vagina.
Shaken, I let her put the bra through my arms and fasten it behind my back. I watched in silence as she stuffed the cups with knee highs. When she spun me around to face the mirror on my closet door, my mouth dropped. Looking back at me were two girls, and the one in a bra and panties was me. With her smooth arms and legs and the illusion of breasts, she was definitely female. I stared at myself in shock as Angela began to brush my shoulder-length hair, muttering to herself as she tugged on the tangles. "Ouch!" I said.
"Better get used to it, sweetheart. You have a beautiful head of hair, and without that testosterone in your system, you"re going to get to keep it now. I don"t have time to style it today, but if we can just – get - these – damn – tangles out of your hair, I"ll make you presentable. Do you ever wear a ponytail?"
"Sometimes, when I"m jogging or playing softball."
"Good. It"s gonna look a little different," she said as she wrapped a scrunchie around my hair. She pulled it higher up the back of my head than I was used to, and played with it until I had bangs over my forehead and spit curls over my ears. If I thought I looked feminine before, I was really bowled over now.
"Okay, let"s see what we can do with this pretty face of yours," she said. She sat me down on the edge of the bed and went to work with her cosmetics. I had to close my eyes as she brushed and powdered me, not quite believing that a pretty girl who used to be a guy was giving me a makeover. I stared at her as she applied a coat of lipstick to my lips, and when she was finished, she gave me a big smile. "Wow. I"m a miracle worker. Look at yourself!"
She was right. My face had been totally transformed into a girl"s. And I was pretty. I just sat there and stared at myself in the mirror as she started to work on my nails. They hadn"t been clipped in weeks, and she was able to shape and file them into a presentable shape. After she applied a coat of quick dry polish, she had me hold my hands up to dry as she smoothed moisturizing crème over my legs and arms. In all my life, I had never experienced anything like the sensation of being pampered like this. Finally, after all the trauma of my operation and recovery, I felt like I was beginning to come alive again.
But I was unprepared for what happened next. "Let"s see if you can figure out how to put on your pantyhose," she said with a giggle. I picked up the flimsy nylons and tried to get my foot into one of the legs. "No, stop!" she laughed. "You"ll put your toes right through them. Here, bunch them up, one foot at a time, and slide them up your legs." I followed her instructions, and as the stockings started to caress my smooth skin, I began to feel a stirring in my dormant penis. Incredulous, I stared as it stiffened and strained against my panties, until it popped to attention before her startled eyes. "Whoa," she said. "Where did that come from?"
I blushed furiously as I finished pulling my pantyhose up over my waist, a pronounced bulge now showing. "Good thing I brought you a slip," she said, and she told me to step into it and pull it up over my shoulders. As the silky fabric brushed against my nylons and the smooth skin on my back, my erection intensified. I didn"t understand what was happening to me, but it felt wonderful to be aroused again, even under such bizarre circumstances.
"Okay, Missy, let"s get this dress on you before we both change our minds," she said. I was about to ask her what she meant when she started to lower it over my head, and when I could see again, I could only stare at my reflection in the full length mirror as she zipped me up from behind. My dress was blue with little white flowers, and it had a high ruffled collar and a gathered waist. The hem fell just above my knees, and she tugged it down to make sure it covered my slip. Then she put the pumps down on the floor in front of me, and once again I steadied myself on her as I stepped into them. I actually gasped when I saw the total effect. My legs looked sensational in heels and stockings.
The next hour was a blur as she instructed me on how to walk in my heels, and gave me tips and pointers on how to sit down in my dress, cross my legs, and hold my hands as I walked. I remember her putting clip-on earrings on my ears and fastening a pendant around my neck, and surprising me with a few spritzes of her cologne. As I started to get used to the strange sensation of wearing woman"s clothing, the arousal in my panties reached a plateau, as if the exquisite moment before orgasm could last forever.
The spell broke when she filled a purse up with a lipstick, compact, and tissues and told me it was time to go. "Go where?" I asked.
"It"s time for a late lunch and some shopping."
"I"m not going anywhere like this!"
"Do you think I went to all this trouble for nothing? You are taking me to lunch, and then we girls are going to do some shopping. Understood?"
What could I say? Angela had been so nice to me, and I did desperately want to get out of my apartment. But looking like this? What would people say?
"Don"t worry, nobody is going to recognize you," she said, as if reading my mind. "You are 100% girl now, and I wouldn"t be surprised if we got picked up. Only kidding!" she added when a look of panic came over my face. "I"m not about to share you with anybody. Now let"s go."
My knees were shaking as I put my keys into my purse and slung it over my shoulder. I followed two steps behind her as we walked down the hall and waited for an elevator. When the elevator doors started to open, I must have jumped. "Relax," she whispered as we went inside. There were two guys in it, who I knew casually from the health club, and I stared at the lights indicating the floor numbers as we rode down in silence. When the doors opened, Angela stepped outside, and I stood for a second before I realized that the guys were waiting for me to leave first. I hurried after Angela and caught up with her as another guy was holding the front door open for us.
"Didn"t you used to wait for the ladies?" she asked as I fell in alongside her. "It"s nice having guys open doors for you. Almost makes up for having to stand in line at the ladies room." I tried to keep up with her in my heels, gradually taking shorter steps as I got my rhythm. "Don"t look at your feet," she scolded me. "You"re a beautiful girl out on the town on a lovely summer afternoon. Swing those hips a little, and make like you"ve been doing this all your life."
She spied an Italian restaurant with out outdoor seating area and disappeared inside the door. When I caught up with her, she was asking for a table for two outside. We were escorted to a corner table under a market umbrella, and I waited for the maitre"d to pull back my chair and hand me my napkin. "You"re catching on," she said after he left us with our menus. "Better let me do all the talking. You haven"t had a chance to work on your voice. Don"t worry, it"s okay between us girls, but if you"re like I was, you"ll have stage fright the first time you try it out on a stranger."
She ordered chardonnay and salads for each of us, and for the next couple of hours we were just two ladies at lunch, talking about nothing in particular as we sipped our wine and got to know each other. She obviously missed intimate human companionship as much as I did, and as she related her checkered past, I could feel a strange bond developing between us. When did she discover she was gay? How did her family react? What made her decide to steal from the bank?
"I"m not sure when they finally disowned me," she sighed. "By the time I went to prison, they had written me off completely, and they have no idea what happened to me."
The sweet feeling in my panties spiked when I crossed my legs and felt the delicious nylon rub against my smooth skin. "When did you become a hooker?" I asked.
She actually laughed. "The nerve of you! Trust me, the job market for transsexuals with felony convictions is not so hot. Besides, how else would I get to meet nice people like you? Speaking of which, we need to give you a name."
"A name?"
"How many girls do you know named Jonathan? Let"s see, how about Jennifer? You won"t have to change the initials on your towels."
Eddie obviously did not care too much for authenticity; Mabel has selected a pair of patent leather black high-heeled court shoes. They slid easily onto my stockinged feet and as I stood I was relieved to find out that it was a lot easier to balance on these wedge heels than the tapered spiked heels that I had been forced to wear up to now.
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