Angela's New Girlfriend

by Laura Lawrence

 

Part I

 

"Do you want some help with those eyebrows?" my wife asked. I almost jumped out of my skin! My wife knows that I'm a crossdresser and she's seen me dressed many times on my way to meetings of the Diablo Valley Girls (DVG) but she had told me many years ago that she had no interest in participating in any way. I was not preparing for a DVG meeting this time. It was Saturday morning and I had just had the urge to play. I didn't know how long she had been standing there. The carpet had completely muffled her steps and, besides, I was completely absorbed in the task of applying my foundation.

"Well, do you want some help or not?" she asked again. This time, I turned to look at her before I replied. As usual, she was impeccable. My wife, Angela, was around 5'8", the same height as I am, but her three-inch heels helped her tower over me as I sat at the vanity. She was the absolute image of perfected femininity. Her dark ash blond hair was filled with blonde highlights that caught the light as it tumbled down past her shoulders in a curly mane. Her makeup was distinctive and flawlessly applied as always. Looking at her face with its perfectly arched eyebrows, smoky eyes with impossibly long, thick, curly lashes, and lush red lips never failed to make my heart beat faster and this time was no exception. Her red silk sleeveless blouse clung tightly to her perfect 36C breasts and her black miniskirt showed her wonderful legs to perfection. At 45 Angela was still a stunning woman.

I managed to shake myself out of my reverie and stammer, "Well, sure, I guess," and she immediately moved towards the vanity. Without saying a word she picked up a rattail comb and an eyebrow pencil and took my chin in her hand. She tilted my head back and, using the comb as a guide marked on both my eyebrows where the inside edge, arch, and outside edge should be. Then, putting down the comb and pencil, she picked up the tweezers. "Angela, are you sure about this?" I asked with a little tremor in my voice. She paused and held me with her dark green eyes.

"Honey," she started softly. "I've been watching you do this for almost twenty years. At first, I thought it was something you would grow out of or get over but, as the years went on, I resigned myself to the fact that it wasn't going away. Lately, I've started thinking that maybe I could have the best of both worlds with you as my loving husband and best girlfriend all in one! Of course, that means we'll have to make a few changes. If you are going to be my girlfriend, it means we will be going lots of places and doing lots of things together and you will need to be completely passable as a woman. I don't want anyone thinking that my best girlfriend is a guy in drag!" She could tell I was surprised by her little speech and gave me a moment to collect myself.

"I…I don't know what to say…," I squeaked as I tried to calm myself. My mind was whirling with all the possibilities. I had sold my consulting business almost a year ago (I won't say exactly how much I go for it but, suffice it to say, we were double-digit millionaires now) and we had no money worries. I had no job to go to, no hobbies to keep me occupied (except for the obvious one, of course!), no close friends to speak of, and my wife had just presented me with the opportunity to live my fantasies to the fullest. It took me only a couple of seconds to reach a decision. "Angela, my dear, you have made me the happiest man in the world!" After we finished hugging I added, "Now I am going to put myself completely in you hands and let you make me the happiest woman in the world too!"

Angela's broad smile was all the answer that I needed. First she turned my stool so that I was facing away from the mirror and picked up a small comb and the scissors. I could feel that she had the comb pressed very closely to my skin and I know that she was cutting my eyebrows very short. Next, she picked up the tweezers again and began to pluck my brows according to the guides she had drawn on earlier. As she plucked (and it seemed like she was plucking a lot!) she began to tell me all the things I had in store.

"Oh, Baby, we're going to have so much fun. I just can't wait to get you all pretty and show you off! Of course we have a long way to go. We have to get rid of all your body hair, get your hair and nails done, and get your ears pierced. You'll need a new wardrobe as well. You're outfits are a little too conservative for the ravishing beauty I'm going to turn you into. Then we have to teach you how to move and walk like a lady, do some work on your voice, teach you how to dance, and all the other things a lady needs to know how to do."

Finally, she was finished with the plucking and stepped back to admire her handiwork. "Just perfect," she glowed. "Now, let's get that makeup off your face and get ready to go."

"Go," I said. "Go where?"

"To my Spa, silly. You didn't think I was going to do all this work myself did you?"

Angela owned and ran an exclusive day spa that offered the full range of beauty treatments. I had often been in to visit her there but had never imagined myself being one of the clients! Again, I was at a loss for words but sat there meekly as Angela used makeup remover to clean the foundation from my face. She pulled the headband from my hair and quickly brushed it out. I hadn't had my hair cut since I sold my business and it hung almost to my shoulders. Angela had encouraged me to let it grow and, now, I was beginning to see why. Finally, she pulled it up in a high ponytail and secured it with a black scrunchie.

 

She disappeared into our walk-in closet for a couple of minutes and, when she returned, she had an armload of clothes that she dumped on the bed. Following her hand gesture, I got up and walked over to where she was standing. I caught sight of myself in the full-length mirrors on her closet door as I passed by. At 5'8" I was very slim at only 145 lbs. I only caught a glimpse of myself as Angela grabbed my hand and led me to the bed but I could see that my eyebrows had been thinned and plucked into arches exactly like Angela's.

I was already wearing a tight pair of black panties with my maleness tucked back and out of sight. I was also wearing my black, high-waisted girdle that whittled a couple of inches off my already slim waist. Angela handed me a pair of black tights and I sat on the bed to roll them on. Next was a black mesh bra. It was a C-Cup and hung loosely on my chest but Angela assured me we would fix that later. I slipped on the long-sleeve purple silk blouse she had chosen and zipped my knee-length black silk skirt into place. Finally, she handed me my three inch black pumps and I slipped them on. Without giving me time to think she handed me a black purse, grabbed my arm and led me down the stairs.

I had been out in public before but never in the daylight and never without full makeup! I was getting a little nervous as Angela grabbed the keys to the Mercedes and headed for the door to the garage. I was almost hypnotized by the rhythmic sound of our high-heels tapping on the concrete floor as we headed for the car. The reality hit me again as I slid my skirt-covered bottom onto the soft leather of the passenger seat and swung my legs into the car. "Very nice," said Angela smiling. "You may not need as much work as I thought."

I tried to compose myself as Angela opened the garage door and started the car. "Okay," I thought. "Your wife is with you, she owns the place where we are going and she will take care of you. You're taking the first steps to becoming the lady you have always hoped to be so just relax and enjoy it!" To Angela I said, "Won't your other clients think it's a little strange to see me coming in like this?"

Now Angela really smiled. "I have a confession to make. I've been planning this for quite some time and there are no other clients booked today. I have explained everything to the staff and they are looking forward to giving you the experience of a lifetime." She backed out of the driveway and we drove in silence for a moment before she added, "By the time they are finished you will be feminized from the top of your head to the tips of your toes."

In just a few minutes we were pulling into the parking lot of the Serenity Day Spa. There were only three other cars in the lot and I assumed they belonged to the staff. Angela and I got out of the car and walked across the lot to the back door that she opened with a key. "So far so good," I thought as I stepped into the carpeted hallway. The lighting was muted and the décor was all in light pastels. I couldn't identify the fragrances in the air but there was no doubt that this was a sanctuary of femininity. Angela led me down the hall to the break room where I assumed the staff was waiting. I wasn't disappointed.

Mary, Veronica, and Kim were sitting at a table drinking coffee when we entered the room. As they stood to greet us, I was struck as always by the staff Angela had assembled.

Mary was a voluptuous redhead. Fully 5'9" in her stocking feet she had been wearing miniskirts and slides with at least a 4" heel every time I had seen her and today was no exception. Her turquoise silk shell and black leather miniskirt hugged her ample curves and the heels made her legs look impossibly long and shapely. Her hair was a glorious mass of highlighted curls that hung almost to her waist and her makeup emphasized the strong planes of her face and her full and pouty lips. She smiled at me and, as I had many times before, I stuck out my hand to shake hers. This time, however, she surprised me by moving forward and giving me a big hug. She stood a couple of inches taller than me with her long legs and spikes and it felt good to be enveloped in her soft, perfumed embrace. I hugged her back and we separated to arm's length. She cupped my chin in her hand and scrutinized my face. "Oh yes," she purred in her soft, sexy, contralto voice. "I think you will be the perfect canvas for my makeup artistry. And your hair," she continued, taking out the scrunchy and fluffing my hair out. " We are going to make your hair magnificent! But first, we have to let these other ladies do their magic. You know Veronica."

I had met Veronica many times in the past and I was always enchanted by her offbeat beauty. Her hair was a tousled mane of platinum blond curls. It was reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe but somehow more upbeat and contemporary. She either shaved or plucked her eyebrows completely because there was no evidence of her natural hairs in the eyebrows that were penciled into thin, impossible arches, high above her bright blue eyes. A little eyeshadow, lashes so long, curled and full they must have been false, and just a hint of eyeliner completed the look. Her complexion was very light and fragile looking and just a touch of pink blush set off her cheekbones perfectly. Her mouth was very soft and full with a generous coating of glistening pink iridescent lipstick. Her hair was pulled back from her ears to reveal four piercings in each ear filled with a variety of stones, hoops, and dangles. The pink leotard top and bike shorts hugged her slim, athletic physique and emphasized the definition of her body. I could see the muscles in her abdomen and knew she must be in phenomenal shape.

She also stepped forward and gave me a hug and even though I am 5'8" and was wearing 3" heels and she was wearing aerobic shoes, we were eye to eye. Her body was very firm and it felt good to have our arms wrapped around each other. " It's my job," she said, "To make your body as feminine as possible." She ran her hands down my torso, pressing hard as she slid them from my underarms down to the sides of my hips. "I think you'll do nicely. First, I'm going to remove all of your body hair. We have a new machine that removes hair quickly and almost painlessly. It may take a couple of hours, but, by the time I'm done your entire body will be smooth and hairless. Then I will turn you over to Kim for a facial and massage. After that, I will work my magic and create your curves and hand you off to Mary for the finishing touches."

As her name was spoken, Kim stepped forward. It felt good to finally hug someone smaller that me. Kim was only 5'2" and her ballet slippers added nothing to her height. I would have been surprised if she had weighed over 100 lbs. but she moved with a powerful grace that hinted at hidden depths. Her full, straight black hair hung almost to her waist. Her almond eyes were so dark that it was almost like no color at all. She had no makeup on and her perfect complexion didn't need it. She wore just a touch of gloss on her lips but nothing else. She wore a black, one-piece leotard tank top with very short and full black silk shorts. She was obviously not wearing a bra and the hardened nipples atop her surprisingly prominent breasts were clearly visible. "I get to make your skin so smooth and soft that it will be the envy of every woman," she said while running her hand over my face. "Now, we need to get you started! Ronnie, take him away!" and with that, Veronica grabbed my hand and let me back out into the hall.

 

As I left the room Alexandra gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Have a wonderful day, darling. I'm going to do some shopping and running around and I'll be back this evening to pick you up for dinner. The girls will take great care of you."

With a tear in my eye I replied, "I love you so much for doing this," and followed Veronica down the hall.

 

 

 

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