Betting My Life Away

by Karen's Wife

 

I used to be called Lynn, and I still am, but...

 

I should have known better, but it was a sure thing, I thought. A simple bet with Beth, a co-worker I was dating. We both worked in the telephone repair service. We were part of the hundreds who took down all the info when you called repair. Not very exciting, but it paid well and had good benefits. Not bad for a couple of 23 year olds. The hours were terrible though. Always changing shifts, and which days we worked. Beth and I seemed to get the same days scheduled. Being we were low in seniority with only 3 years each, we usually ended up working the holidays, and celebrating the days after. Not having much of any vacation time, we tried to find things to do that were close to home. Going to the casinos seem to be fine with me, but Beth didn't gamble much. I consider myself pretty skilled in gambling, and now how to bet. Mind you that I'm not rich, but I usually win enough to pay for my trip. I was giving Beth some tips on how to pick out the slots that were ready to pay out, just the quarter machines for starts. She won $15.00 the first night, but lost $20.00 the second night. She said that this was her last trip to the casinos, she learned her lesson. I told her the gamblers creed was to never quit when your behind, and there's no need to quit when your ahead. She didn't care, telling me that if we were to continue to date, it wouldn't be at a casino. What could I do, I didn't want to loose Beth as a friend, so I agreed. I figured I could always make sucker bets with my co-workers, not as much money, but still fun to do.

That week, I bet one of my co-workers a sucker bet. I told Bob that I could pick up a single quarter from the lunch room table, without using my fingers or sliding it. The bet was for $10.00 and I couldn't use my fingers or any sticky hands to do it. If the quarter slid even 1/2 an inch, I would lose. Bob agreed to the bet and checked my hands to make sure they were clean. Two other co-workers were the judges. I covered the quarter with my hand, lifted up my hand and made a fist. The quarter was no longer on the table, but in my fist. I won $10.00 in a few minutes. Bob said that was OK because he could make it back in bar bets, now that he knew how to do it. I told him that he didn't know, and that he better watch who he bets with. Then he bet me that HE could do it right there. I told him OK, but not for money. If he could do it, I'd push the quarter across the room with my nose. But if he couldn't do it, he'd push the quarter all around the lunch room, and into the men's room ,with his nose. He took the bet, and he couldn't do it till the third try. I told him he lost, so get pushing. He said he won, because we didn't set a limit on how many tries he would get. Hey!! I don't lose sure bets. I called him a weasel for not honoring a bet. He just ignored me and said "let's call it a draw". No way was I gonna let him weasel out of this, I won, he lost. Gamblers do have honor, and always pay up on their bets. For the next week, every time I saw Bob, I would cough and say "weasel" when we passed each other. Bob didn't get mad, which got me mad. Beth said I should just drop it, as the rules of the bet were full of holes. She said that I would lose friends if I kept this up, and one of them would be her. I didn't want to lose her as a friend, but honoring a bet is the thing to do. I slowed down on my assault on Bob, but would still manage to get the word weasel into lunchroom conversations once a week.

Beth was getting tired of my weasel comments and told me so. She asked if I ever failed to honor a bet on a technical bases. I told her that I had honor, and would never try to get out of paying up on a bet. Then she just said, "we'll see about that". The next day she made a bet with me in front of other co-workers. The bet was to see who could handle the most repair calls that day, her, or me. If I won, she would spend a day going where ever I wanted. If she won, I would spend a day helping her shop. I agreed. I won. We spent our next day off at the nearest casino. Beth kept her word, and didn't complain one bit.

Next week we had another bet for who handled the most calls. This time the bet was a little different. If I won, I would take Beth shopping for work clothes she would wear the following week. If she won, she would take me shopping for work clothes I would wear the following week. This was a win-win situation for me. If I won, she would wear mini skirts and heels. If she won, I would most likely come in like one of those studs on the romance novels Beth reads. The other girls on the floor would be all over my bod, and it would be Beth's fault. Being 5'6" and 145, I already look a lot better then some of these heavy weights I work with. Tuesday was the end of the week for us. I was doing really well on calls and then the worse thing happened. I got a nose bleed from the dry air in our building. I have some allergies that act up once in a while, but this was heavy bleeding. I went to the men's room and started stuffing toilet paper up my nose. I was swallowing blood, and getting sick to my stomach. The boss came and got me and told me to sit still in a chair. Someone gave me a bag of ice to put over my nose. The bleeding finally stopped, but my shirt was ruined. The boss told me to just sit there the rest of my shift, it only had 20 minutes left anyway. Wait a minute, I thought, Beth gets an extra hour to take calls, oh well, I can't lose anyway

Well Beth won, just like I thought. She said that she would pick me up at 8:00 AM to start shopping. She was right on time, an eager to go. I offered todrive, but she said I would have too much on my mind to drive. She drove right pass the western wear shop, and also the Fad 4 Men shop. She stopped at a outlet mall and announced, "we're here!". What was she getting at? I told her that she made a big mistake because this mall catered to women only. "Exactly!" was her response, "I didn't think you could afford to buy what you need for a week at a retail store". I demanded to know what she had in mind.

She answered," I won the bet. Now you have to wear what I tell you to wear for a whole week That was the bet, and even you said that I had won. Next week, you will wear bras and panties, a camisole, nylon stockings, a blouse, women's pants without pockets, and some 1" heels. That's for the first four days. On the fifth day, you'll wear a tight mockneck top with a tight denim mini skirt. Your shoes will be 3" pumps on that day. You'll carry a purse at all times. You don't have to wear makeup if you don't want too. Got it, gambler man?"

That was it for me. She had tricked me into a sucker bet. This was one bet that I didn't have to honor. No sir! You don't have to honor sucker bets at all. I'm sure of it. Besides, we didn't have any time rules on the bet, and she had an extra hour. And she really didn't explain that I would have to wear women's clothes if I lost. So I had an out. I told her that the bet was off, and that I was not going into any store. Without saying a word, we got back into the car and we drove off heading toward my apartment The whole trip was deadly silent, no talk, and no radio.. When we got to my apartment building, I tried to give her a kiss, but she brushed me off. Then she unloaded on me, "You weasel! I gave you all the way back here to change your mind, and what do you do? You try to make out with me. Your a weasel, and everyone at work will know about it. Get Out!"

Well. it happened, everyone at work calls me weasel now. I had to do something, so I asked Beth if I could do anything to pay off the bet, and she said yes. Then she said, "I will give you another chance to dress up for work, but there will be some changes in the rules for disobeying me the first time. Are you up to it?" I agreed, and she said she would give me a copy of the rules the next day. She wanted me to sign for them in front of the whole lunch crowd. I wondered why she had to type the

 

Well, the payoff ruleswere delivered to me at lunch the next day. All three pages. The payoff now was for 14 days, 24/7. No pants or shorts allowed. Short skirts and dresses only. Full body waxing, including eyebrows. Hair coloring (blonde) and a feminine style. I was to get a pedicure once a week, and get a set of acrylic nails, both in a hot pink color. Makeup was to be worn when ever I left her house. Oh yeah, that was another rule. I had to move into her house with her for the 14 days, plus 2 days before so that she could help me get ready and teach me some "manners". No type of men's clothing was allowed, period. I was to wear what ever she told me to wear without question. I would always carry a purse where ever I went, nothing in my pockets. I would sleep in babydoll pajamas or stain gowns with satin panties. ALL of my panties had to be bright colored satin high cut panties. My bras were to match my panties. Panty hose was to be worn at all times I was dressed, unless she told me to wear some other form of stockings. Shoes were to be at least 2 1/2" high pumps for four days of the week, 3" for 2 days' and 4" for 1 day. Heel height requirements could be changed anytime she thoght it was needed to help me in my training. Training? I was to act as feminine as I could, and there would be time added to the 14 days if she thought I was not acting girly enough for her. I was to address her as Mistress when ever we were in her house, as it was HER house. I would basically be a servant for her at her house. A MAID servant. I was to curtsy to her when I would come to her call and say "Mistress", or when I would leave her presence. I also would have to curtsy to her when ever we ran into each other at work, and say "Mam". Then there was the part about Bob. She was going to teach me a lesson about nagging about a stupid bet. If I ran into Bob at work, I was to give him a deep curtsy and say "Sir" each time. If he was at her house, I was to curtsy and say "Master". What the hell was this about, if he was at her house. Two of the pages dealt with punishments for not performing as told. I didn't need to read them, as I decided that I wasn't going to sign this stupid ass document any way, and told her that. That's when I heard the chant of "weasel, weasel, weasel..." coming from people in the lunch room. Beth said that I just proved I wasn't a man of my word, and that I really didn't have any honor. In fact, she didn't think I was much of a man at all. That hurt. I broke down and said that I would sign.

"Not so fast, girl" Beth said as I grabbed a pen to sign the documents. "This was written last night. Things have changed already today. You don't get off that easy. Now I have to add more things to this document to punish you for not signing right away. First thing is that it now is for 28 days, and heel hights are now at least 3 1/2 inches. for 4 days, and 4-6 for the other three days. I have to approve of what you wear each day, or buy. Instead of me taking you shopping, you will go by yourself, and tell the sales people that everything is for you. If you have any questions about purchasing an item, call me on your cell phone and describe it to me, while you are standing along side of a sales person. When I answer your call, I want you to start the conversation with, " Oh Mistress, I found this lovely ....." and give a description of the item. Then you are to beg me to let you buy it. If I say no, you will respond with "If you say so Mistress". If I say yes, you will respond with," Oh thank you Mistress". You are to act feminine at all time when shopping. You will get your ears pierced, three in each ear, with additional piercings as I deem fit for a punishment. You will wear bracelets on both wrists, and the right ankle. You will get a pink colored nose stud, to match your nail polish. You will wear girlish rings, something a teen would wear. No matter where we are, or who is with us, you will always do as I say. This will probably max out your credit cards, so I will offer to loan you some money if needed. Interest is at 0% if you stay dressed as hereby described, or 18% APR if you don't. Loans will be a seperate contract. As long as we are going for 28 days now, it brings into mind another feminine item to wear. Tampons. I think your period should start on your fourth day of the payoff, and run for six days just to be sure. During your period, you will wear heavy flow tampons for the duration. You will change them everytime you go to the bathroom, or every four hours, which ever comes first. She said that this was her final offer, and if I wanted to weasel out of this payoff, she didn't want anything to do with me . Everyone was watching me for an answer, what could I do. I picked up the pen and signed all three pages, and the hand written update page she had just finished writing. She said I was lucky my name was Lynn, as my credit cards would not give me away in the future. Future? I had nine days to get ready for the pay off, what did I get myself into?

I started by shopping for bras and panties in matching sets. I was told to buy at least six sets. I found a sale on satin sets, or the sign said it was a sale at $47 a set. Wow! I had no idea how much they cost. The sales lady was about 45-50 years old and looked at me kind of funny when I told her I needed six sets for myself. When she asked what size, I told her that I didn;t know. "We'll just have to find out " she said. "come in the back room and take your shirt off. Lower your pants just a little too." She said I needed a size six in panties, and a 36 in a bra. I got dressed and we went back out to the display where she asked me a question I couldn't answer, "what size cup do you want to have?". I didn't know, and then I felt a cold shiver run through me as I realized that I had to call Beth. The sales lady could only hear my end of the conversation. I was hoping that I wouldn't get a signal, or that Beth wouldn't answer. No such luck. The sales lady just stared at me as I started out with, "Oh Mistress, I found these lovely bright satin bra and panty sets that I really would like permission to buy if I may... Oh thank you Mistress, but I need to know what size cups you want me to have...yes C cups would be quite nice to have, thank you Mistress". Before I hung up, Beth asked to speak to the sales lady. I handed her my cell, she smiled and said "sure thing". That was the end I thought. She rung up my purchase, 2 1/2 big ones for just bras and panties. She gave me a discount card telling me to get it stamped every time I buy bras or panties in their store. After I spend $500, I'll get a $50 dollar coupon. Yeah, like I'll really need that. I took it anyway, thinking maybe Beth could use it.

Well, shoe shopping was a real downer. I had to ask about heel heights. I found out that the height isn't measured at the back of the heel, but the front. These babies were high. I had my feet neasured by a teen ager at a local self serve shoe store. She was quite helpful, showing me where to get the little nylon stocking foot cover for trying on shoes. Although I was a womans size nine regular, she told me that I may want to go to a 9 1/2 for heels that high. She never asked why I was buying heels for myself, i figured she justed wanted to get more sales. I could only find 3 styles in 3 1/2 heel heights, 2 in black, 1 in white. I tried them on and they fit pretty good, but I could barely stand in them, let alone walk. I bought all three pair knowing that I would need to practice walking in them. I found out that I would have to order the other shoes on rush orders from internet shoe stores. Beth said I would have to order over the phone to talk to a live person. She said I should tell them that I'm a man, and that I need to be sure about correct sizes when ordering. Boy was that embarassing. I ordered 5 pairs in 4 and 5 inch heels. All ankle strap. Red, and Yellow in 4 inch, Bright pink in 4 and 5 inch, and bright light blue in 5 inch.

Trying on dresses and skirts was so embarassing. I only found a few stored that would let me do it, and I had to shop in the slow hours. These stores were expensive, but once I learned my sizes, I could go to the discount stores. The cashiers always looked at me kind of funny, asking where my girlfriend was. I always told them that "these are for me", and they smile and chuckle. I built up a small wardrobe, and had spent $2800 in doing so. All the clothes were kept at Beth's house. I kept all the shoes at my place because Beth said that I should wear all of them as much as I can, to get used to them, and to break them in. God they hurt to wear for even an hour, how was I to wear them at work. The ankle straps kept me from kicking them off. I just had to get through these 28 days to get my honor back, that is if living as a woman for a month didn't destroy it. Day 7 I moved into Beth's house. She had a 2 bedroom split level. She showed me to "my" room, where she had hung up all of my new clothes. The room was painted a soft mauve, with pink trim. There was a single bed with a pink comforter on top. A vanity was in the corner, equiped with various makeup containers. She came into the room and said, " you have an all day appointment at For Women Only salon. Pick out a cute oufit to wear home and let's get going. You will need a complete change of clothes and heels. Don't forget the panty hose, bring 2 pair in case you put a run in one. I'll drive because you won't be able to drive home in your heels. It will be a long time till you learn how to drive in heels". A long time? We were off to the For Women Only salon.

Once we got there, Beth told me to leave everything but my purse, panties, and bra in the car, she would get them when I needed them. I had picked out a black short sleeve sheath dress with a back zip and tie. Black 3 1/2" heels, suntan hose, and a red bra and panty set. Just the shoes and the dress were left in the car. We entered the salon and we were met by a woman named Cindy. She told us to hurry into the back before anyone saw me in the place. We went into a changing room where I was instructed to take off all of my clothes. Everything. When I was completely naked, Cindy and Beth entered the changing room and looked me over. I started to turn red, and tried to hide my genitals with my hands. Beth spoke first,"Lynn, you are to do everything Cindy tells you to do, without complaining. She is going to hide your identity from the other patrons, so listen to what she says to you. I will return in about7 hours to help you dress. Got it?". I nodded my head, and Beth left. 7 hours, what the hell takes 7 hours? Cindy gave me a pink robe to wear, and pink open toe slippers, more like a slide shoe. Than she spoke up," listen here sissy boy, I get off taking men like you down a few notches, and feminizing them. If you don't do everything I say, I won't hesitatate to throw you out of my shop with nothing but your bra and panties to wear". Now I was getting a little scared. Did Beth know this about Cindy? I was screwed. Then Cindy said," first we wax everything. I really get a kick out of watching you guys cry and beg for me to stop, and I'm expecting you to beg alot. Follow me to the waxing room". I hung my head down and followed her down the hall. She started on my back, and i wasn't that bad. I thought she was nuts if she thought i would beg. Then she got to my ass and legs. Man, she must have been trying to get the whole thing done at one pull. The pain made be cry out, and she laughed a little saying, "you haven't had the worst yet". What? When she finished my back, she told me to roll over, and then it dawned on me, a bikini wax job. I gave in begging her not to give me a bikini wax job, and finally she agreed. I thought this went pretty well until she started doing my legs again. She said she didn't want me jumping around while she was removing the large strips, so she secured my ankles and wrists with straps. The pain was immense, and I yelled when she pulled the first strip off of my shin. "We can't have any of that" she said, "women here are used to hearing screams come from the waxing room, but not a man's scream. This will help you". She then produced a penis gag and stuck it in my mouth, securing behind my head with straps. It was shot, but really thick, and I found that I had to breathe through my nose. The rest of the leg waxing was simply terrible. My screams were muffled by the gag. Then she moved to my chest. I didn't have a reall hairy chest, but the nipples areas had long hairs. The pain was quite sharp when she did the nipples, and I screamed for all I was worth. I looked at Cindy and she was smiling. She was having a real good time waxing me. She said,"what a sissy you are. Women get body waxing all the time, and they don't scream half as much as you do. You guys are all wimps. I'm going to enjoy waxing you every month". Every month? She did my face next. She had to undo the penis gag, but she warned me that I better not scream at all. All I could do was wimper. I had tears rolling down my cheeks, and I was litterally crying like a little girl. "There, there now sweety" cindy said," all done with the face except for the brows, and I want them extra thin and arched. I know just what you need. Suck on this and make sure that it doesn't fall out of your mouth. It will help to keep your mind occupied". She then produced a 5" dildo with a ring base. It looked like an over sized baby teether. She pushed it all the way into my mouth, making me gag, saying,"you'll get used to it just like all the sissies do. I don't want that to even come out an inch, and I want to hear a constant slurping and sucking sound". I started to suck and make slurping noises like she said. I was so embarassed, but I didn't want to make Cindy mad. She seemed to like dominating men way too much, and I wasn't going to give her any reason to punish me any more.

Finally she finished my brows, it didn't hurt as much as the legs and nipple waxing. She smiled saying,"Oh you are going to make such a cutie. Your high arched brows will give you the perfect "who" look. I can't wait to see your eyes all done up. Now just one last place to wax, my favorite place to wax men". Realizing she meant my groin, I spit out the dildo

"You promised that you weren't going to wax me there, you lied to me?" I yelled at her mad as hell. What was happeneing to me?

"I made no such promise to you. You on the other hand had agreed to do what ever I told you to do. I told you to keep that dildo in your mouth and not to stop sucking or to stop making slurping sounds. And you aren't doing any of that right now. I told you to keep the screams down so that the patrons of my salon wouldn't know there was a man in the house, but with that last outburst thaey probably all know by now. Now I'm going to have to ask their forgiveness in letting a so called man into the salon, hell even the repair people are all women. I was doing this as a favor to Beth, and also to help YOU keep your costs down, now it might ruin my business. Now I'm really pissed off at you and I have to figure a way out of this. Now keep this in your mouth and suck loud, fast and hard. I want to be able to hear you suck when I'm in the hallway. You are not to stop or make any other noises unless I tell you to. Got that , you fucking sissy?"she screamed at me as she grabbed my balls and squeazed them forcing a moan out of me while she thrust that damn dildo into my mouth. I wasted no time sucking and slurping as loud as I could. I didn't know what time it was, and Beth wasn't due back for maybe 6 hours, I didn't want to piss Cindy off any more.

Next thing I knew, Cindy came back with 3 of her employees. They put a collar on me, along with wrist cuffs and leg shackles with a 12 inch chain between my ankles. I was warned not to struggle with them, and I hadn't planned to anyway, where was I to go. They drew my hands up one at a time, and locked them too my collar. Well, I was helpless now. They helped me up, putting my slippers on, but not the robe. Cindy tied some twine around my cock and balls and left a 5 foot lead. Cindy then slapped my ass extremely hard, making me yelp while she said,"I don't hear a loud sucking anymore sissy".She was right. In all the excitement, I had stopped sucking. I made up for it double time, being quite loud and pretending to be so eager to suck as fast as I could. I was led down the hall to a small meeting room that looked like it was used for classes. There were 8 patrons sitting in chairs in the room, and another 5 employees. I was pulled along by the twine in Cindy's hand, trying to keep up taking such short steps. Cindy and her employees then strapped me down to a waxing table in that room. I continued to suck loud, fast, and hard, not wanting to get on Cindy's bad side again.

Cindy then addressed the group. " Ladies, I have kept this place a safe place for women to go, knowing that there will never be a man here to spy on their bodies. I have done this for 15 years. I now ask your forgiveness in letting this pathetic sissy into the salon to fulfill his wish to become more feminine. This was his wish, but like all men, he changed the rules in the middle. He said that he wanted a complete body waxing and makeover, and that I was not to stop no matter what he said durring the process. He wanted this to seem forced on him. He is going to live as a woman for the next month to see what it is like. He's only going to wear short dresses and skirts, with killer heels. He will live like his idea of the perfect woman. A friend of his is helping him to do this, and she is a friend of mine. I want him to see what it is like to be a woman, so that he knows how hard it is. Look at him now. He's so happy sucking on that dildo, he thinks all women just want to suck cock He is a sissy, and not a real man, so I agreed to help in secrecy. I know now that this betrayed your trust, and I ask all here to forgive me. Please come and take a close look at this sissy, and if you want, you can follow his progress all day if you agree to let me finish what I started". The women came over and started feeling my smooth body all over. They remarked at how feminine my brows were, and how pretty I would look in make up. When Cindy said that I was going to be made a blonde, the giggles started among them. I heard one of them say,"oh he's so cute already, it really would be a shame not to finish him, and look at how much he enjoys sucking cock. A real man would never do that. I say that we all forgive Cindy"."Yes" Yes" Yes" One after another the women all agreed

Cindy was relieved that she wouldn't lose her customers and decided to let them help in my feminization. She told them, "as a sign of my appreciation to my loyal customers, today is a freebee for all. Also, each of you gets to help finish the waxing. He begged not to have a bikini wax job, so everything will come off now. You each can pick a senitive spot to wax." Oh My God, NO! Cindy just looked at me and I knew that I had better keep up the sucking and get this done with. Each of the ladies chose what they though would hurt the most, and it did. I made muffled screams into the dildo, and started to cry. These gals really liked making me a sissy. They teased me saying things like,"the way you enjoy sucking so much, you'll make a perfect wife for some lucky guy". They remarked that no matter how much it hurt, I always managed to keep sucking. With that much suck in me, there was no way I was meant to be anything but a sissy.

After the waxing was done, Cindy had me turn over on the table, and my hands and legs were secured again. She told everyone, "since this sissy has disobeyed me, she has to be punished. I want you all to witness this. To someof you, this isn't any punishment, but to a sissy like her it is.now hold still and don't move" she told me. I felt something wet and cool on my lower back, at about my waistline. Cindy waited a few minutes for it to dry completely, then I heard a click and the sound of a buzzer like object. THEN I felt my back start to burn. Cindy laughed and said,"now don't move sissy, or I'll have to come up with a bigger design". The burning and pain went on for an hour. When she was done, she wiped it with something that stung like hell, and taped some gauze over it. "Consider that a gift from me to help you remember today". Like I was going to forget what she had done. I knew it was a tattoo, but I didn't know what it was. All the ladies looked at it and snickered, that wasn't a good sign.

Where oh where was Beth? What was next? Actually the rest of the day was less painfull, except sitting in the sylist's chair with a sore lower back. My hair was bleached BLONDE. It was cut in a short pixie style because I didn't have real long hair to begin with. Michele (that was my stylist) said that she could give it a more feminine syle in a few months, when it was longer. A few months? Tracy was a 20 year old that I would consider dating once this payoff was complete. She was very pretty and shy. She gave me a pedicure (which i throughly enjoyed), and a manicure. She topped it all off with acrylic nails that were 1/2 an inch past my finger tips. She told me that it would take time to get used to them, but if we kept them at the same length, I would be used to them by mid-summer. Mid-summer? All my nails were colored in a hot pink, close to the color of my 5" heels and my matching PVC mini dress at home.Make up tips were next, and I was taught how to apply makeup, and do my eyes. My lipstick wasa hot pink to match my nails. It was expensive, but it would last all day.I used a pink eye shadow also. When I looked into the mirror, I wasn't there, someone else was. And she was pretty in her own special way, a little boyish looking in the cheeks, but her eyes were all woman. I was now even more scared.

Then Cindy came back in, "How we doing sissy? Time to get your piercings out of the way. All studs in the ears for now sissy, then in a few weeks we'll solder the 3" hoops in the lobes. Hold still, this won't hurt much, even little girls don't cry." Next I heard a click and a sting in my ear, then two more in that ear. She moved around the chair and gave me three holes in the other ear. I looked in the mirror and saw that I now had three pink pearls in each ear. Pink seemed to be the color of the day. "Do you like them, sissy? Answer me." Cindy said. I meekly said, "Yes Mam, thankyou Mam". Cindy walked over to a counter and came back with a small tray. There was a needle on the tray, and some alcohol wipes. The needle was like a needle used for giving shots. It was wrapped in a sealed plastic package. Cindy put on some latex gloves and wiped the right side of my nose with an alcohol wipe. She opened the package and removed the needle saying, " This one is going to hurt a little more sissy, but I think there may be hope for you yet". OW! Yeah, it hurt a lot, and started to bleed, she picked up another alcohol wipe and pressed it to the side of my nose. That stung a lot. Next came a small pink crystal stud. She dipped it in alcohol and told me to watch how she put it in and the turned it till it rested against my nose. " Take all your studs out one at a time, clean them with alcohol, and put them back in every 12 hours for 2 weeks. Now go look at how feminine that nose stud makes you". I got to get out of here, where's Beth? God, I do look feminine.

"Time to start getting dressed sissy. First thing we gotta do is give you some breasts, c cups, right?"Cindy said to me. "Yes mam, Thankyou Mam" was all I dared to reply. She had me hold 2 lifelike breasts up to my chests. She moved them around then said,"Perfect sissy, let's mark them." She marked the outline with a eyebrow pencil. She put some glue in the outline, and on the back of the breasts, pushed them on me and said,"hold these sissy." After 5 minutes she told me that I could let go. Damn those things were heavy. "That glue will last for 8 days sissy, even in the shower, but you'll be taking baths from now on. Now put your bra and panty on." she said as she threw me a pink satin set. What the hell, I brought a red set. I stood there staring at the pink set that was just like mine that I had at Beth"s house. "I brought a red set" I told Cindy. "Change of plans girl, Beth brought your pink set over a while ago. She also brought your Pink low rise mini skirt, and your see through crepe shorty top. This way your tattoo will show. Pink lace top thigh-highs, and 5" pink ankle straps. That's because you gave me so much trouble. Now get dressed, your leaving in 15 minutes and you have to go curtsy to all the ladies up front". I fumbled with the bra hooks, pulled up the panties, and stepped into the skirt. It zipped in the back, and I had a hard time with my new nails. Cindy laughed and told me to just turn it to the front to zip it. That worked. The blouse was hard to button also, but I managed to get the three that there were. My bra showed right through the blouse, making my tits seem huge. I tried to put on the heels, but I couldn't buckle them with my new nails. Cindy came over chuckleing and buckled them tight. I replied." Thankyou Mam for helping me beome more feminine". She smiled and said, "my pleasure Lynn, now go up front". I could barely walk in these heels, but I walked up to each woman, did a deep curtsy while saying "I'm sorry to invade your space Mam". They all thought I was so cute. I was humiliated more than ever before.

Cindy came over to me with a small pink purse with a long strap. Everything that was in my wallet was now in MY purse. I took it and said "thankyou Mam". The ladies all laughed. Cindy then broke the news to me,"Lynn, Beth wants you to meet her at the bar down the street, it's only a half mile walk and you have twenty minutes to get there before she leaves. Oh, and one more thing, you have to display your new tattoo to everyone when you walk". She then pulled off the gauze wrap and everyone laughed. One ladt said," I bet all the guys try to give her a ride, if you know what I mean". I wanted to cry, but I had to go meet Beth right now. I walked out of the salon to my freedom, but my feet already hurt. Oh my God, half a mile, this is terrible, but I'm away from the salon.

 

this will continue, but not the way Lynn thinks...

  

  

  

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