Another Type of Makeover
by: Paul G Jutras

 

It was a sunny day in Edgemont and Brad; one of the wealthiest collage boys in the world, enjoyed a day of shopping. As a cross dresser, he had his personal bag carriers bringing his pervious purchases from one dress store to the next. Of course none of those who valued their job would say a bad thing to him about anything.

"This outfit is great." Brad said in a red turtle neck sweater, blue pleaded skirt, suntan hose and black leather knee high boots with a modest three inch heel. "I believe the new costume shop is having a underwear sale."

"Yes miss Veronica." His servants all said together. He insisted to always be called by his female name in public. As he walking into the store and they all walked five steps behind, one guy whispered to his co workers. "At least Mr. Edge said that this would be the last time we’d have to put up with the little snob."

"I wonder why?" His partner asked.

"Who cares." The first one said. "As long as we’re free from this duty."

"You got that right."

"I do look stunning in silver." Brad said as he thought of all the jewelry that he had that would go with a robot costume. "Okay, I’ll take it."

Later at home, Brad had finished unpacking and couldn’t wait to try out his new costume. Without any panties, he slipped some silver pantyhose up until the nylon panel caused his penis to get a hard on and erect as possible under material. "Never felt a pair of nylons that put a hard on me like this before." Brad thought to himself as he locked the ankle straps of a pair of five inch heels that were also surprisingly comfortable.

"Glad the underwear included a matching bra." Brad thought as he hook the eye of the silver bra into the hole. He had never seen his breasts form look so perfect in a bra. He then stepped into the black dress with silver fringe and had one of his maids zip up the back. "How do I look?"

"I think the outfit would look better if you had longer hair, miss Veronica. " The maid said while Brad examined himself in the mirror. Agreeing, he went to his wig collection and put and off the shoulder length wig over his own incredible short hair.

"You may leave now." Brad said as he waiting for the door to close before he sat down on the end of the bed and leaded back. The hose had heated his crotch enough that he just had to play with himself through the nylon. His attempt to please himself resulted in him passing out.

When he woke many hours later, he notice that she was laying further up on the bed. His head was on the pillow and someone had removed his dress. He also notice that it was nearly dawn. "What a wonderful night sleep." He found his speech higher than normal.

Getting out of bed, Brad stood up and found he was still tiled in the heels he had gone to sleep in. "I guess I better get dressed for this new school that dad said I was going to go to today." He said to himself as he reached for the hose waist band and found it gone. To his body it felt like she was still wearing the softest, most wonderful hose there can be. As his hand ran down the outside of his legs, it was like his body was now hard, cold chrome. What more, his penis had been replaced by a sexless mound. "What’s going on here?" He thought as he notice his skin gave the impression of bra straps or a bikini top. The straps themselves; however, were gone. It was if they were part of his body.

"What’s going on?" Brad looked down to his feet. The ankle strap and other straps were missing now from the shoes. He couldn’t step away from the sole of the shoes with its attached heel. He looked up in shock to see his father in the door way holding a maid uniform instead of his costume dress.

"What’s going on is that I’m tired of having a transgender snob for a daughter. When I give the word your new program will active and you’ll be a passenger in your body. At the end of the school year we’ll see if you learn your lesson and ready to transfer back to school. I want a real man to take over my company when I retire."

"D- Dad, you can’t!" Brad stuttered and went speechless when his father spoke.

"Active!" He said

Brad, now totally Veronica’s body stiffen and her voice remain silent as she put on the maid uniform and went to start her duties by cleaning her own room. "This is going to be a blissfully quiet school year." Mr. Edge thought of all the money he’d save without her spending sprees.

 

THE END

 

 

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