A Butterfly Emerges
Keywords: Butterfly, A, Emerges,
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It wasn"t my fault that my parents were small people and passed their genes on to me. However, it was a curse that I was forced to live with during my formative years. Sports like basketball, football and baseball were out of the question and I felt alienated from other children my age.
My parents did pass on to me a desire to succeed and I sought recognition through non-sport pursuits such as piano, art and drama. I became quite accomplished in these areas and was a favorite of my teachers.
High school was one living hell for me as I was forced to constantly deal with taunts from bullies and the jocks. I immersed myself in my studies, particularly science, and when graduation came, I had achieved valedictorian status.
College brought further harassment from the fraternity boys and drove me deeper into my computer science studies. I graduated from State Polytech a complete nerd with exceptional computer skills. In short, I was a social misfit but in great demand in the rapid growth computer industry.
With no social life to speak of, I was willing to devote endless hours working on new technological innovations. When my patent for a new semiconductor was approved, I became an instant multi-millionaire. I had all the money that I would ever need, but no friends or social life.
There was one young woman who worked at Allied Tech who I had an interest. She was petite and quiet, like me. I finally worked up enough nerve to ask her out. She accepted and I was looking forward to my very first date.
We had a very nice dinner at a French restaurant. I impressed her by ordering en Francais. We took in a very nice production of La Boheme and things were looking up. I decided to be bold and we went to one of the new "with it" bars uptown. This proved to be a big mistake.
There was a huge line in front with menacing bouncers deciding who the beautiful people were and granting admission by their whim. We waited for what seemed an eternity before we made the head of the line. We were abruptly stopped by the bouncer.
Where do you think you"re going pipsqueak?
We"re going inside.
Not while I"m working the door. I don"t want any little pussy faggot trashing up the image of this place. Now, your date can come in. She"s a fine looking babe. You"ll just have to blow out of here or better yet, just blow me.
I started to say something that sounded vaguely like a legal threat when the bouncer picked me up and stuck me in a trash bin beside the door. I struggled to get out as I saw him open the door and my date disappear into the club.
I was totally humiliated and vowed never to allow myself to be hurt or made fun of again. I retreated to my luxury penthouse and immersed myself in drugs, alcohol and self-pity. After an emotionally painful two weeks, I stared into my mirror and still faced a 5 foot six inch, 120 pound, effeminate man.
Life as a man had been unfulfilling and a living nightmare. I wondered what it would be like to live as a woman. No one would make fun of my slight build and high voice anymore. I began to hatch a plan.
I flew to San Francisco on the first leg of my adventure. I figured that just about anything would go there. I checked into the Fairmont and quickly left on a shopping trip.
First stop for me was the Intimate Ladies lingerie shop. I bought a variety of panties and bras, telling the clerk that they were for my girlfriend. Next, I went to a hosiery store and bought copious quantities of stockings in a variety of textures and colors.
Shoes were next. I bought six pairs in several styles, some strappy with high heels. Then, came the toughest part. I needed to purchase several clothing outfits, some conservative and some sexy. I went to Nordstroms and asked a sales clerk who was built somewhat like me to help pick out some outfits. She thought that I was shopping for a girlfriend and commented about how lucky some girl must be.
I was almost overburdened by the amount of clothes that I had purchased and I was forced to return to the hotel before I could venture further. I quickly dropped my packages and headed out once more on my quest.
I located a Mac cosmetics store and a very helpful gay man attended to my needs in the way of makeup, lipstick and nail accessories. We did not even attempt some false pretense. It was San Francisco and he knew precisely what I was up to.
My final stop of the afternoon brought me into a wig store. I purchase a short auburn wig that I thought might go nicely with my green eyes.
As I surveyed my bed strewn with my newly acquired wardrobe, I almost panicked at what I had done. I was at the point of no return. I was ready to begin a transformation that no one could know where it would take me.
I turned the shower on and then just as quickly turned it off. No, I think a bath would be more appropriate tonight. I poured some of the hotel provided bath oil into the steaming water and gently tip toed in. I bathed every inch of my body, sensually soaking in the delicious feeling of the slippery bath water. I took my razor and removed the little body hair that I had. I stared intently at my smallish penis and the little tuft of hair. I shaved the small amount of hair and felt clean and silky as I emerged from my bath.
The cork in the complimentary bottle of wine went pop as I poured myself an inviting Merlot. What next? It was time to dress.
I searched through the packages for the special lingerie that I had selected for this evening. I pulled out a very sexy black satin thong panty and matching padded bra. I slowly stepped into the panties, loving the luxurious feel against my newly shaven legs. I struggled a bit getting the bra to snap, but when it finally did, I had to admit it looked very sexy.
I sat down by the nightstand and took out a shear pair of Wolford stockings. Black shear thigh highs with an elastic band. They had cost me $40, but the 20 dernier silky texture immediately gave me a hardon.
Shimmying into my black miniskirt was one of the most exciting things I had ever done. I paired it with a beige v-cut blouse and a pearl necklace. I completed the dressing by stepping into 3 inch strappy heels with very pointed toes and spike heel. Damn, I was starting to really look and feel like a sexy woman.
The hard part was next, applying makeup. If I had ever learned anything by watching women it was that it"s better to use less makeup than too much. No use looking like either a prostitute or stereotypical transvestite. I gingerly applied the conservative eye shadow and blush. A moderate pink lipstick capped off my facial transition. I applied some very conservative false nails to my fingertips and lacquered them with a pink polish to match my lipstick.
Finally, I took the cute auburn wig and placed it on my head. I stepped in front of the mirror and was absolutely shocked at what I saw. Staring back at me was a very pretty young woman, passable in all respects. I clearly remember thinking, as a tear gently washed down my cheek, that this was the very first time that I had truly been happy and looked forward to an evening out.
My plans for my first foray into the world of womanhood were modest. I would go out for cocktails and dinner then return to my room. From there, who knew where my new life would lead.
I nervously shut the door to my room behind me as I stepped into the hotel corridor and made my way to the elevator. The elevator dinged, the door opened and I stepped into the elevator, joining a very handsome looking man. I stood in front of him, staring at the floor numbers, but I could feel his eyes looking me over.
I entered the hotel lounge amidst a huge happy hour crowd and noticed that the only seat available was at the bar. I breezily walked past tables of half-stewed stockbrokers and attorneys, ogled with each step that I took. I hopped up on the bar stool and seductively crossed my long legs, revealing just a hint of my stocking tops. I saw several jaws drop and the whispering started immediately. I clearly heard one drink-laden businessman tell his companion, "I"d like to take her for a ride."
I ordered a cosmopolitan and teasingly sipped it down, leaving traces of my lipstick on the glass. Just as I finished, the handsome man that I had seen in the elevator walked up to me and asked if I would let him buy me another. "Of course," I responded.
He introduced himself to me as Ted Johnson. Not having given much thought to what my female persona would be named, I blurted out, "I"m Christina."
"You know it"s dangerous for such a good looking woman as you to be alone in a hotel lounge. The men in here might get the wrong impression."
"And what impression would that be?"
"That you"re available and looking for someone to spend the evening with."
"Perhaps," I smiled and seductively crossed my legs.
"Are you in town for business," he asked.
"No, purely pleasure," I demurred.
At this comment Ted dropped his hand onto my knee and gently started stroking my leg. I immediately got a terrific tingling sensation and my small penis started pulsating.
Ted leaned over and whispered into my ear, "Let"s take this somewhere else."
With that, I rose from the bar stool, took Ted"s hand and led him across the bar, through the lobby and into a waiting elevator. It seemed as if one thousand eyes were watching us and I felt like a giggling teenage girl.
As soon as the elevator doors closed Ted took me into his arms in a heated embrace and kissed me deeply. I had never been kissed like that by anyone. He backed me against the elevator door pushing his obviously hard cock against my body. We almost tumbled to the floor when the elevator door finally opened at my floor. It was quite a shock to the elderly couple who were waiting to get on the elevator.
I feverishly fumbled for my room keys in my clutch purse while Ted ran his hands over my tight sexy bottom. As I tried to stick the key in the hole, Ted"s hand ran up my skirt and quickly found my thong. It felt so good as his fingers massaged the crack of my ass.
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Keywords: Butterfly, A, Emerges,